#i could just toss in a handful chew swallow and be done eating for the day

[plague-of-insomnia]

you know you have a disability that affects your ability to eat when you manage to finish half a hamburger and feel like you just climbed mount everest

[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART TWENTY FOUR

summary: thanos takes you to retrieve your things, but myung-gi arrives drunk and begging.

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader, lee myung gi x f!reader

warnings: swearing, domestic violence

bad investment masterlist

The next day, Thanos drove you to your old apartment to collect your things. Your heart pounded as you neared the building, hands clenched into fists in your lap. Myung-Gi’s car wasn’t in its usual spot. That was a relief. You weren’t sure you could handle another confrontation—not yet.

Thanos must have noticed your tension because his hand briefly left the wheel to squeeze your thigh. “We get in, we get out,” he said. “If he shows up, I deal with it.”

You nodded, but you didn’t want it to come to that.

As soon as you unlocked the door, you hurried inside, rushing down the hallway. You wanted to grab everything before Myung-Gi got back—before you had to see his face again.

Thanos wasted no time, moving to your bedroom, tearing through your wardrobe, yanking clothes off hangers and stuffing them into duffel bags. His movements were quick, efficient, but fueled by a quiet rage. Every time he saw a piece of your clothing, a trace of your life in this place, it made his jaw tighten.

You darted into the bathroom, sweeping your skincare and toiletries into a suitcase, tossing in your toothbrush, your hairbrush, anything that belonged to you.

The faster you moved, the faster you could leave this place behind.

You rushed back to the bedroom, pulling open drawers, stuffing socks, underwear, anything you could grab into a bag.

And then you heard it.

The front door opening.

Your breath caught in your throat. You froze, glancing up at Thanos. His entire body went rigid, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“I’ll kill that motherfucker,” he muttered, voice dark.

“No,” you hissed. “Stay here. This doesn’t have to be hard.”

Thanos narrowed his eyes at you, looking like he was seconds from storming out there. “You seriously think he deserves easy?” he growled.

You ignored that. “Please, just let me handle it.”

His jaw clenched, but he yanked the zipper of another duffel bag closed. “Fine,” he bit out. “But if that dickhead so much as breathes wrong, I’m not standing around.”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself before stepping out of the room.

Myung-Gi was in the kitchen, standing by the counter, eating from a bowl of rice like he hadn’t just walked into a nightmare. His eyes flicked up when he saw you. They ghosted over your face, over the fading bruises around your eye and cheekbone.

“Hi,” you said, throat dry.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. His jaw worked for a moment.

“I’m just getting my stuff,” you continued, voice carefully neutral. “Then I’ll be gone.”

He took another bite of rice, chewing slowly. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his grip on the chopsticks tightened.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said finally. “You know that, right?”

You flinched, biting the inside of your cheek. “Stop,” you said quietly. “Just don’t, Myung-Gi.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head. “So this is it, huh?” He gave a short, humorless laugh. “You’re really leaving.”

You didn’t answer.

His lips twisted. “How many guys did you have lined up?”

You blinked. “What?”

His eyes flashed. “Who answered your phone yesterday?” he demanded.

You swallowed, pulse pounding in your ears. “My appa,” you lied.

He scoffed. “Lying slut.”

You turned away from him, grabbing the last of your things from the coffee table—candles, books, a pair of earrings you never packed away. Just a few more minutes and you’d be out of here. Out of this life.

But Myung-Gi wasn’t done.

He stepped around the kitchen counter, positioning himself behind you. His presence was suffocating, thick with something desperate and ugly. Before you could move, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back.

You flinched.

“Don’t flinch,” he said, voice tight with something almost pained. “Jesus, I fucked this up, didn’t I?”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look over your shoulder at him. His dark eyes were glassy, unfocused—the kind of look he got when he’d had too much to drink.

“Can’t we work this out, baby?” he asked. And that’s when you smelled it. The alcohol. It clung to him, soaked into his breath, his clothes. “I bought a ring and everything. I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment.”

Your stomach twisted, your chest tightening. Six months ago, if he had gotten down on one knee, you would’ve said yes without hesitation. You would’ve cried, kissed him, sworn you’d love him forever.

Now, the thought made your skin crawl.

“I miss you, I miss us,” he continued, his fingers loosening slightly around your wrist. “C’mon, Y/N. Look, I may have been an asshole, but I’m still the same guy you fell in love with.”

“No, you’re not.” Your voice was ice. “The Myung-Gi I fell in love with would fucking hate the man standing in front of me.” You ripped your wrist from his grasp, stepping away. “The man who hit me.”

His expression twisted, something dark flashing behind his eyes. “That was a low moment. You—” He sucked in a sharp breath. “You pushed me to my limit.”

You scoffed, disgust curling in your stomach.

“I’m sorry,” he added quickly. “I didn’t mean—”

“Sorry?” you snapped. “Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I had to go to the hospital. Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I’m covered in fucking bruises. Sorry doesn’t erase what you did, Myung-Gi. It doesn’t fucking fix anything.”

“I’m a good guy, Y/N,” he argued. “You know that.”

“Were.” Your voice cut through the room like a blade. “You were a good guy.”

He exhaled sharply, ignoring you. “I put a roof over our heads. I helped you get your job. I helped pay off your car.” His jaw clenched. “I never cheated on you… well, maybe once or twice, but one time doesn’t change how I feel.”

Silence.

You blinked at him. “You cheated on me?”

He froze.

You laughed. Not because it was funny, but because it was fucking pathetic. “And here I was, feeling guilty about fucking someone else while we were still together.”

Myung-Gi’s hands balled into fists.

Your smirk widened. “I thought this was my karma. But no.” You exhaled, shaking your head. “This is your fucking karma, Myung-Gi.”

Something inside him snapped.

With a sudden, violent movement, he lunged, slamming you against the wall. The impact knocked the wind out of you, your vision flashing white for a second.

“What’d you say?” he hissed, face inches from yours.

You sucked in a breath, looking him right in the eye. “What are you gonna do, Myung-Gi?” You bared your teeth in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Hit me again?”

His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around your throat.

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

He squeezed.

Air. You needed air. You clawed at his wrist, nails digging into his skin, letting out strangled cries as your lungs burned. Stars exploded in your vision, your pulse pounding against your skull.

“You’re not going anywhere, you fucking bitch,” he snarled.

He was so focused on you—so blinded by his own rage—that he didn’t hear the footsteps.

Didn’t see the shadow looming behind him.

Didn’t realize anyone else was there—

Thanos’ fist connected with Myung-Gi’s jaw with a sickening crack. The force of it sent him sprawling onto the floor, a choked grunt escaping his lips as blood spattered across the tile.

The moment Myung-Gi’s grip on you was gone, your knees buckled. You collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, hands clutching at your burning throat. Your lungs fought to pull in breath, your vision swimming with black spots.

But Thanos didn’t stop.

He was on Myung-Gi in an instant, fists raining down, blow after brutal blow. Myung-Gi tried to shield himself, but it was useless—Thanos was bigger, stronger, and absolutely fucking enraged.

“This what you like, huh?” Thanos snarled, slamming a fist into his ribs. A sickening crunch echoed through the apartment. “Beating on someone weaker than you?” Another punch—this time to the face, sending Myung-Gi’s head snapping back against the floor. “Not so fucking fun when someone fights back, is it?”

Myung-Gi coughed, blood pooling in his mouth. His hands scrambled against the floor, desperate, shaking. “P-please—”

Thanos grabbed him by the collar, yanking him up just to slam him back down. “No, you don’t get to beg.” His knuckles were split, dripping with Myung-Gi’s blood. His lip curled. “You fucking touch her again, I’ll bury you.”

You forced yourself up, legs still weak, head still spinning. “Su-Bong,” you rasped, voice hoarse. He didn’t hear you.

He raised his fist again.

You saw it then—the way Myung-Gi’s eyes rolled back, his body going limp. He was barely conscious, his face already a swollen, bloody mess. One more hit, and Thanos might actually kill him.

“Su-Bong, stop!” you cried, grabbing his arm.

He didn’t move. His entire body was rigid, breathing heavy, shoulders rising and falling with each ragged inhale.

You pushed against him, shoving him back. “I said stop!”

For a second, it felt like he might ignore you. That he might keep going until Myung-Gi was nothing more than a lifeless heap on the floor.

But then, slowly, his grip loosened. His chest heaved. He let out a sharp breath, pushing himself off Myung-Gi, shoulders still tense with barely restrained fury.

Myung-Gi groaned, rolling onto his side, spitting blood onto the tile. His swollen eyes blinked open, unfocused, before landing on you.

He let out a breathless, wet laugh. “Fuck, Y/N,” he croaked. “Why him?” His swollen lips curled in something almost like a sneer. “Anyone but fucking him.”

Thanos’ jaw twitched. His boot collided with Myung-Gi’s stomach, sending him coughing, gagging.

“Su-Bong!” You grabbed his arm again, harder this time. “Enough.”

Thanos exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring, before stepping back.

Myung-Gi groaned, his arms weakly wrapping around his midsection. His face was wrecked—blood dripping from his nose, his cheek already bruising deep purple. But even beaten, breathless, he still had the audacity to talk.

“You think he’s any better than me?” he rasped, spitting out more blood. “That he’s some great fucking guy?” He let out another weak laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t even know what you are to him, do you?” He dragged his eyes up to Thanos, then back to you. “You’re just another pretty little thing for him to fuck. When he’s bored of you, you’ll be nothing.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus, Myung-Gi, do you ever stop talking?”

He smirked through the pain, wincing as he shifted onto his elbow. “You think this is love? That he’s your knight in shining armor?” He huffed. “What the fuck even is this? What are you to him? His whore?”

Thanos moved like he was going to hit him again, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest. You stepped closer to Myung-Gi, crouching down so you were level with him.

“You took his money,” you murmured, your voice eerily calm. “So he took your girlfriend.”

Myung-Gi’s swollen eyes flickered, his smirk faltering.

“And guess what?” You tilted your head, your lips curving into a slow, cruel smile. “He fucks me better than you ever fucking could.”

You patted his cheek—light, condescending. “Cry about it, Myung-Gi.”

[westwiing13]

caught

matt sturniolo x reader (female)

warning: this story contains smut and rough sex

hi everyone! this is my first story and i’m proud of it tbh, but i also apologize if you think it’s bad or… if i did something wrong. lmao idk, enjoy 🫶 oh also, sorry that it’s SO long 😭 i like a good build up.

It was a Friday night, 7PM, and I was hanging out at my boyfriend’s place, Matt. We decided to do a casual date night. That was something I loved about our relationship. We didn’t care for fancy dinner dates. Eating fast food at home, in the car or grabbing a quick meal at a restaurant was enough for us.

We are both sitting at the black kitchen table eating Mc Donald’s.

I pick up a french fry and before I put it in my mouth I ask, “So, we have the place to ourselves the entire night?”

“Yep.”, Matt says then grabbing his root beer soda and taking a sip. “Chris and Nick went to a party and won’t be home til later.”

I chew the french fry and swallow it. “You didn’t want to go?”, I ask.

“Nah. I’d rather spend my night with my girlfriend.” Matt places his right hand on top of my left and gives it a gentle squeeze.

A few moments have passed and we were both done eating our dinner. Matt takes our empty cups, french fry containers, wrappers from our burgers and toss it in the trash can.

I enter into Matt’s room with my right hand in his left. I lead him to the bed where I guide him to sit down and I sit in his lap with my legs wrapped around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the cold chain of his necklace against my bare arms. Matt places his arms on my lower back holding me. We look into each other’s eyes for a few moments taking each other in. Matt smiles at me and gives a little chuckle.

“What, babe?”, I ask while gently running my fingers through his brown hair.

Matt says, “Oh nothing. I’m just thinking to myself how did I get so lucky to have you?”

I blush and smile not knowing what to say because he still manages to give me butterflies and leave me speechless.

All I could say is “I love you.” I place my right hand on his chiseled jawline feeling his rough stubble underneath my hand, and trace his lower lip with my thumb. Matt says I love you back and moves his hands lower and gently squeezes my ass. I lean in placing my lips onto his. I slide my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues collide dance all around swapping saliva. I feel Matt getting hard underneath me. I slowly grind against his hard length. Matt lets out a deep moan. I feel his warm breath against my lips. Matt brings his lips back to mine and we continue to make out. I pull away from our kiss and teasingly bite on his lip. To finish it off I give him a quick peck.

I yawn feeling tired. I unhook my legs from Matt’s waist and get off of him. Matt says, “Hey! What are you doing? You can’t tease me like that.”

I giggle. “I’m going to take a quick nap if that’s okay.” I say while I move the decorative log pillows aside and untuck the sheets to get into Matt’s bed.

“It’s only okay if we get to continue this later.” he says while giving me a sexy smirk and a wink. I shake my head agreeing to his words. I climb into bed and get comfy.

Matt stands up from the foot of the bed, walks over to to me and leans over to give me a gentle kiss on my head. “I’m going to hang out in the living room so I can let you sleep, baby.” I let out a soft mhmm. Matt turns off the lights and shuts the door as he leaves the room.

I wake up in the comfort of Matt’s bed. I grab my phone to check the time. 9:30PM. I place my phone back down on the side table and close my eyes again. A few minutes went by when I suddenly hear, “God, Nick, you fucking suck at this game! You made us lose again! We haven’t won a single game tonight.” I jolted up and saw Matt sitting at his computer playing Fortnite.

“Geez, babe! You almost gave me a heart attack!” He didn’t seem to hear me so I grab one of the log pillows and threw it at him. “Hey!”, he says to me. He turns around and says, “Oh you’re up, baby. Did I wake you?”

“Sorta!”

“I’m sorry.” Matt puts down the PS4 controller and says into the microphone, “Hold on you guys, Y/N woke up. Be back soon.” I could hear Chris and Nick through the headset both saying alright.

Matt walks over to me and sits on the bed. “How was your nap?” he asks moving a piece of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

“I needed it.” I grab his hand that is near my ear and bring it down onto the bed. “Is that Nick and Chris you’re talking to? I thought they weren’t going to be home til later.” I slowly move my thumb side to side across his hand.

“Yeah, they decided to leave the party early.”

“Don’t they know that we’re doing a date night?”

“Yes. I tried to convince them to stay longer but they wouldn’t. Assholes.” Matt rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Matt, it’s okay.“ I lean in and give him a peck on the lips. “I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested.” I say in a flirtatious tone. I can see Matt instantly get hard underneath his Nike grey sweatpants just from my words. I love knowing that I have that kind of control over him. “But Chris and Nick are here. And you and I both know you scream my name when I am absolutely destroying your sweet pussy.”, Matt says softly with a smirk and licks his lips. I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “Well, I’ll just have to learn to be quiet and if I can’t… well… that’s Nick’s and Chris’ problem. They knew we were having a date night.” I bring my hand to Matt’s throbbing dick, I glide my hand across it and he squirms under my touch. I continue to whisper in his ear, “Look at you. Already going crazy from my touch. You tell those boys that you are done with gaming for tonight.” Matt gets up from the bed, walks over to his desk and puts back on his headset and says into the microphone, “Hey, you guys, I am done with Fortnite for the evening.”

“Oh we knew the moment we heard Y/N say, ‘I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested’ .”, Chris says laughing. “Shut up, bro!” Matt raises his voice. Chris continues to laugh and says, “Forgot to mute your mic, bro.”

“Okay, this got weird fast.” Nick says.

“Goodnight.” Matt says with a serious tone. Matt takes off his headset, logs off of Fortnite and turns off his PS4.

I stretch my arms out in front and wiggle my fingers telling Matt I want to be snuggled up in his arms. Matt walks over to me places his arms around me and rests his head on top of mine. I breathe in his addictive scent of cedarwood and hints of citrus.

“I love it when you get mad, babe.” , I say with a laugh. “It’s both cute and hot.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

I nod. “I love big bad boy Bernard.”, I tease. Matt just rolls his eyes not even knowing what to say to that. Matt lifts his head off of mine, takes his hand puts it under my chin and tilts my head up. He stares into my eyes and puts his lips on mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth and our tongues are once again dancing.

I reach for the drawstring on his sweatpants and untie them while we are still exchanging a wet kiss. I tug on the waistband of both the sweatpants and his underwear. I break the kiss and say, “Take these off.” Matt stands up and removes his grey sweatpants first and I immediately become wet at the sight of Matt’s bulge compressed in his red underwear. He then removes his underwear and his dick springs out fully erected. I get off the bed and kneel in front of him.

“God you are so beautiful staring up at me like that. Put those pretty pink lips to good use, yeah?”, he says.

I first tease him by delicately moving my fingers along his shaft and then I gently lick the tip swirling my tongue around it.

“Please stop teasing me, Y/N.”, Matt begs. He bunches my hair into a messy bun and without warning he bucks his hips and all the sudden I feel his dick at the back of my throat. I place my hands onto his thighs for support. He then starts to thrust in out of my mouth at a steady pace.

“Your pretty mouth feels so fucking good around me.”, he says.

I unclip my black bra and remove it from underneath my shirt. I then lift my shirt up exposing my tits. My nipples go hard from the cold hair. I place both of my index fingers and thumbs to massage my hardened nipples for added pleasure. I begin to moan.

“Fuck, baby, with you moaning like that. I’m not going to be able to last much longer.” he says. He begins to speed up his pace forcing me to have to put my hands back on his thighs for support.

“I’m so close, Y/N.” Matt says with heavy breaths. He removes his dick from my mouth and begins to stroke his dick at a fast pace. Shots of his hot cum lands on my tits. “Fuuuuuck.” Matt says in a deep moan.

I stare up into his beautiful blue eyes and move all of the saliva that formed from the blowjob to my lips and Matt leans down and kisses me as we share the wet sloppy mess.

“You are such a dirty girl for me, huh?”, he says. I glide my fingers across my tits collecting his cum and licking it all up.

Matt takes my hand and helps me up.

“Now it’s my turn to make my princess feel good.”, he says.

He removes my shirt fully exposing my top half. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue gliding across my nipple causing me to moan. I place my hands on his head and move my fingers through his soft messy brown hair. Matt stops for a second to help me lay back on the bed with him on top. He starts planting kisses on my neck and makes his way back down to my tits. He takes in the opposite nipple and swirls his tongue around it. He then makes his way further down while his hands massage my tits. Once he gets to my jeans he moves his hands down to unbutton and unzip them. He removes my jeans leaving me only in my black thong. He also removes his black tank top over his head.

Seeing Matt completely naked with only his horse chain/necklace on makes me feel a warmth down in my core.

Matt stands at the foot of the bed and I feel his blue eyes scanning over my body taking in the sight of me.

“Come on, Matt. My pussy is aching for you.”, I say as I begin to touch myself. I can feel the black fabric becoming wet.

Matt leans over and wraps his arms around my legs bringing me closer to the edge of the bed so he has easier access to my pussy. I can feel his hot breath against my flesh. I stop touching myself and let him take over.

Matt firstly moves my thong to the side with his teeth and then starts licking away at my clit. The intense pleasure caught me off guard and I yell, “MATT!” I immediately place my hand over my mouth knowing that Chris and Nick could’ve possibly heard. Matt says against my pussy, “Shhhh… Don’t want my brothers to know that I am eating the shit out of you right now.” He goes back to licking every crevice of my wet aching pussy. The clit, the folds and even inside. “Fuck, Matt. Don’t stop, please.”, I say with heavy breaths. I place my legs over his shoulders and place a hand in his hair grabbing it. Letting him know to not stop and that I am close. I begin to squirm under him and let out deep heavy moans. I feel his tongue going in and out of me at a rapid speed. God he knew how to use that tongue of his. He then goes back over my clit and that’s when I lose it. I feel a pleasuring sensation come over me as I reach my climax. My legs shake uncontrollably and I can’t help but yell his name.

A few seconds later I say, “Holy shit, babe. I think… that was… your best job yet.”, I say trying to catch my breath. Matt then licks me all over and tells me how good I taste.

He comes up, leans forward, and wraps his hand around my neck, whispering, “I told you to be quiet. Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

I do as he says and put my ass into the air. Matt removes my thong by ripping it off me in one swift motion. He spanks my ass and I let out a whimper. He grabs his hard length and glides it in between my folds teasing me.

“Babe, plea-“, before I could finish my sentence he thrusts into me super deep with no warning. I let out a gasp. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size before he starts moving slowly in and out of me.

“Goddamn, Y/N, you are so tight.” He gives my ass another slap and continues to move in and out of my wetness. Matt grabs my hair and pulls my head back as he begins to pick up his pace. My eyes begin to roll to the back of my head I can feel the familiar sensation forming in my stomach knowing I am close.

“Matt- I- I’m—“

“Me too, babe.”

His dick twitching inside of me knowing he is close. I reach for my clit and rub it with my fingers in a circular motion.

The door opens and Nick walks in, “Hey, Matt, do you know where—“ Both Matt and I look over and see Nick with terror in his eyes. I try to say something but I am so overwhelmed with pleasure and also close to reaching my climax that I can’t get any words out.

“Hey, bro! Get outta here!”, Matt yells.

Nick exclaims, “Oh shit! Sorry!” He exits so fast closing the door behind him.

Right after the door closes I feel my pussy clenching around his dick while I reached my peak. “Matt! I- I’m cumming! Holy—!”

“Yes, baby, cum for me.”, Matt says out of breath continuing move in and out of me.

Seconds later I feel Matt bucking his hips and his warm cum filling me up. Matt pulls out and collapses next to me.

“Holy fucking shit.”, he says, “that was so hot.”

I turn over and lay next to him. Our hot sweaty bodies touching.

“You should’ve locked the door, silly.”, I say with a giggle.

[mrsoharaa]

"So...I may have done...a thing today" you chuckle lightly behind your closed bedroom door, adjusting the strap of your newly purchased lingerie bottom amongst your curvy hips.

"Oh no." you can hear Suguru's concerned tone waft through the air, the sound of Satoru's childish chuckle bellowing.

"A good thing or a bad thing?" Satoru follows, leaning back onto the couch, leaning against Suguru's side as he scrolls through his phone.

"Both? hold on..." You emit a nervous chuckle, swallowing back the growing anxiety and nervousness gnawing at the back of your throat. Taking a breath you finally open the door, slowly.

With clinging onto one of Satoru's long fancy winter coats, you tip toed your way shyly into the living room, standing before the two. Your fingers firmly gripping onto the hemming of his button up coat, shielding your barely covered body.

Suguru hardly nudges his head, his attentive eyes gazing up at you with growing curiosity and concern. He puts his own phone down, tilting his head. Watches you squirm beneath Satoru's borrowed coat, brows rising in more curiosity.

"Sooo...do you remember that thing that I showed you the other day, Suguru?" you chewed playfully onto your bottom lip, gently swaying your legs in a giddy manner, watching him contemplate for a moment. Noting Satoru's head lift up in his own curiosity, eyes perched to you wearing one of his coats.

"That THING hm? if I can recall what that thing was I- oh" Suguru's eyes lit up with sudden realization, his limbs tensing as a low, steep chuckle resonates from his chest. His eyes lidding in sheer interest, a coy smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I'm lost, what THING?" Satoru tilts his head, glancing back and forth to you and Suguru, seeking for an answer.

A soft giggle rumbles off your lips, slowly unveiling the coat from your body, revealing the conspicuous lingerie hugging perfectly along your curvy figure.

Suguru's jaw ticks tightly as Satoru tosses his phone aside thoughtlessly, greedy eyes sinking in every inch of your breath taking attire. Watching you twirl your hips in a taunting manner, showing off the feeble fabric that barely covered your intimate parts.

Suguru leans forward, removing himself off the couch as he takes your right hand in his. Lifts and extends it to bask sweet, tender kisses amongst your palm, leisurely up the stride of your warm arm. His eyes still wallowing in the beautiful sight of his lovely angel blessing him with such a gracious sight.

"Oh, that thing...it suits you well baby, you look so so gorgeous in it" his rasp voice seeps into the warmth of your skin, raises your arm for you to twirl with the kindred plea in his glossed eyes. You smile and do so, giving him yet another show of your flaunting figure.

"You like it?" you ask sultrily, feeling his fingers gingerly brush along the valley of your smooth flesh. Reeling you in closer to his looming stature, his free hand swiveling down to the dip of your hip.

"Liking it is such an understatement...you look so divine in it my love...I could just eat you up right now actually..." he leans in to kiss the slant of your shoulder, grinning to the cute shudder that travels all over your body from his kiss.

A loud shriek throttles out from your throat, your body swiftly being yanked from the ground effortlessly and onto a strong, broad muscle of shoulder. Your sudden shriek turning into fits of laughter, your sight being met with the familiar nest of white fluff.

"I'm going to get you pregnant" Satoru plants one of his hands onto the round shape of your voluptuous rear, the other steadily, smoothly rubbing at the sides of your curvy hips. Sly fingers gradually playing with the straps of your panties.

"S-Satoru!" you lift your upper body with more fits of laughter, patting his back carefully as you notice the living room becoming distant, your head lifts up to meet back to the open vicinity of your bedroom door. You exert a playful eye roll, a streak of heat slowly pursing into your cheeks.

A subtle chuckle draws from you again, with your chin resting on your palm you felt your chin being caressed with a pair of thick digits. Forcing your pretty face to meet Suguru's lascivious glare, the familiar glint of hounding desire and carnal lust drowning out those perfect irises of mulberry. His thumb softly brushes over the lush of your tantalizing lips, parting them as he gradually inches his thick digit into your wet mouth easily, twirling with your slick tongue.

"Going to make you such a pretty mommy...going to be so radiant and beautiful all full of our cum, hm sweetheart?" the sound of Suguru's silk voice stirs the arising arousal climbing all over you, forcing you to push your thighs together.

Another shrill shriek tears from your mouth, your body being flung over onto the vast space of your queen sized bed. A gentle bounce or two holds your body amongst the soft comfort of the sinking mattress. Your eyes draws back towards the looming bodies preying over you.

Dim irises peer strictly over your cute body, carefully, direly soaking up every inch of you with growing need and animistic hunger.

Shredding their clothes hastily as they crawl all over you, Satoru at your neck and Suguru trailing a wet path of lullin, warm kisses up your arm. Both of their darken eyes fluidly glimpsing up at you.

"Pretty baby, you did this to yourself" Suguru hums lightly against your shoulder, making his way up to the juncture of your jaw, delicately prying your right leg open. As Satoru's pried your left within a swift of a motion.

"Definitely going to get you pregnant, sweetness...going to consume you whole and then some...you're going to hurt for the next few days" Satoru grins mischievously, along with Suguru's pretty smug. A pant of air slips past your lips, immense heat basking into the supple flesh of your cheeks and ears.

A small chuckle reels you from you dazed, flustered look, a gentle caress on your chin rakes you over to meet Suguru's imminent gaze.

"Mercy will not do you any good tonight sweetheart..."

this was the thing, reader was wearing <3

[whumpdoyoumean]

13, you can choose the victim 😈

thank you :]

I loved that you let me choose the victim on this one, Nonny! It provided the perfect opportunity for me to crank out a lil fic I've been meaning to write for ages, based on a throwaway line in the lightning strike episode where Bobby tells the doctors that Buck is allergic to naproxen (:

xxx "can't – breathe--"

Buck sighs as he heads into the locker room. He'd had a bit of a headache when he woke up this morning and was hoping that eating breakfast would help, but it's still bothering him – nothing too serious, but enough to be an annoyance.

"Hey, Eddie," he says as Eddie opens his locker. "Do you have any ibuprofen?"

"Naw, man, I don't. Sorry about that." Eddie leans around his locker door to look at Buck with a raised eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Just a bit of a headache," Buck says. "It's not a big deal."

"You could ask Chim," Eddie says.

"Ask me what?"

Buck and Eddie look up as Chimney walks in.

"Buck's got a headache," Eddie says.

"It's really not that bad," Buck says, shooting a glance Eddie's way.

"Do you have ibuprofen?" Eddie asks Chimney, pretending he didn't hear.

"Uh, don't think so," Chim says, opening his locker. He digs around for a minute before pulling out a bottle. He looks over at Buck, giving it a little shake. "But I have Aleve. Would that work?"

"Yes, please." Buck holds his hands up, catching the bottle of pills as Chimney tosses it to him. He shakes one of the pills into his palm and pops it into his mouth, washing it down with a swig from his water bottle. He throws the bottle back to Chim. "Thanks."

"No problem, hope it helps."

Buck grins at him. "I can feel it working already."

-

The first call, barely two minutes after the start of shift, is a house fire. It's a small one, thankfully, and the homeowner had called 911 quickly so the 118 is on scene before too much damage is done. It doesn't even take ten minutes to put the flames out and secure the scene. It's an easy call.

So Buck isn't sure why he feels like this: short of breath, nauseous, a little dizzy, and shaken. This is one of the milder calls they've gotten in his time at the 118. So why does he feel like the world is ending?

"Yo, Buck," Eddie says, walking up to where Buck is leaning against the engine. "Are you gonna help pack up or what?"

"Yeah," Buck says, straightening up. "Yeah, sorry. Uh. Did you-are you feeling okay?" Maybe there was something in the house, some chemical in the smoke that's affecting him badly.

Eddie frowns, moving closer to him. "I'm fine. Are you feeling okay? Is it that headache?"

Buck shakes his head, closing his eyes when the movement makes the dizziness worse. He feels Eddie's hand tighten on his arm.

"Whoa, hey, why don't you sit down? You're really pale."

Eddie keeps his grip on Buck, lowering him to the ground. Buck sits heavily, putting his head between his knees in the hopes of helping the dizzy spell to pass.

"Talk to me, Buck," Eddie says, and Buck opens his eyes to see Eddie crouched in front of him, staring at him worriedly. "What's goin' on?"

Buck swallows thickly, and it takes more effort than it should. "I'm not exactly sure," he says, voice shaky. "I just don't feel good."

"Don't feel good how?" Eddie presses, pushing up the sleeve of Buck's turnout coat to press two fingers to the inside of Buck's wrist. "Anything hurt?"

"No, the headache's gone," Buck says. "I'm kinda...dizzy. Nauseated. 'n my chest is kind of tight. I thought maybe there was something weird in the smoke but everyone else seems fine...What?"

Eddie's brow is furrowed and he's chewing on the inside of one cheek.

"Your heart is racing," he says, sounding almost distracted. He looks over his shoulder. "I'm just gonna...Hey, Hen? Chim? Can one of you come over here?"

"Everything okay?" Chimney says, jogging over from where he and Hen had been checking over the homeowner. Bobby is right behind him.

"I was going to ask the same question," Bobby says.

Buck wants to insist that he's okay, but the tight feeling in his chest is getting worse.

"He's tachy," Eddie says. "Said he's dizzy and nauseous, and he's short of breath."

Chimney kneels next to Eddie in front of Buck, setting his bag on the ground next to him. "Okay, Buckaroo, I'm gonna need to take your blood pressure. Can you get that coat off for me?"

It takes Eddie and Bobby both helping him for Buck to get out of his turnout coat. Buck would be mortified if he weren't feeling so awful. There's an ominous darkness starting to creep in on the edges of his vision, and the noise around him is growing muffled. The only clear sound is the quiet wheezing of his own breathing as he struggles to pull air into his lungs.

"Whoa. Cap, his BP is really low," Chim says, his voice sounding far away. Buck barely hears him over his own growing panic.

"I-" he gasps, eyes wide. He's not getting enough air. His mind flashes back to his date with Abby, what feels like a million years ago now. This is like that, but there's nothing stuck in his throat. Oh, god. "Can't – breathe--"

"Eddie, I need you to go in the rig and get the EpiPen," Chim says. "Hurry. Buck, this is looking a lot like an allergic reaction. We're gonna get some epinephrine into you to help open up those airways, okay? Buck?"

Buck's chest aches, his lungs desperate for oxygen, and he's so dizzy. His head feels heavy and he leans back, his head hitting the side of the rig with a soft thunk. He can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't--

There's a sudden sharp pain on the outside of his thigh. And then, just like that, he can breathe again. He gasps, pulling in a long breath, and then another.

"That's it," Bobby says. He's crouched on one knee next to Buck, though Buck doesn't remember him getting there. "That's it, kid. Breathe."

"Don't...don't need to tell me twice," Buck says between breaths, and Bobby smiles. Eddie, standing behind him, chuckles. "I don't understand, though. I'm not allergic to anything."

"Have you ever taken naproxen before?" It's Chim that asks. There's a guilty look on his face.

"Uh..." Buck thinks about it for a second, hand rubbing absently across his chest. "I don't think I have, no. My heart is beating really fast."

"That's the adrenaline," says Eddie. "Totally normal."

Chim is on his feet now, an anguished look on his face as clasps his hands behind his head, elbows pushed toward his ears. "Oh my god, I almost killed you."

Buck turns to him with a frown. "What?"

"The Aleve I gave you before shift." Chim groans. "Oh, god, your sister is going to kill me."

"I'm fine," Buck says. He decides not to mention the fact that he's still a little freaked out and that he kind of feels like he's going to puke. Chimney feels bad enough already. "Really."

"We'll let a doctor decide that," Hen says. "Cap, he's gonna need to be checked out at the hospital."

"Guys, really," Buck says.

"She's right, kid," Bobby says, a soft fondness in his voice. "An EpiPen isn't a substitute for medical care. You know that."

Buck sighs. "Fine."

"I'll drive," Chimney says, already headed toward the ambulance. Buck watches him walk away, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

"He's gonna be weird about this for ages," he says. Hen reaches down to squeeze his shoulder.

"Just give him a little time. You scared him, that's all."

"You scared all of us," Bobby says.

"Not for the first time," Eddie adds.

Buck looks up at all of them with a sheepish smile. "And probably not for the last."

xxx

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Fruit Loops and other shenanigans (sfw)

Bay Mikey being a menace :) sibling goofiness! tags: eating noises, I guess? Swearing

I’m picturing Mikey getting bored a lot in the lair.

The guy with endless energy, who doesn’t like to be alone with his thoughts- would gravitate to his brothers, to spend time with them and enjoy their company.

But his brothers want their alone time; they need it to recharge, to rest.

So often Mikey gets doors closed in his face with promises of “later,” as he’s left alone with his thoughts.

And more often than not, those thoughts become mischievous, and a little devious.

One quiet afternoon, before the chaos of patrol prep, Mikey’s sitting at the kitchen table, munching on a box of Fruit Loops as he stares gloomily around the quiet lair.

Bored out of his mind.

He could almost hear the faint sounds of the pipes above as he crunched on the dry cereal; his mind screaming at him to “do something” as he shoved fistfuls of the colorful rounds into his mouth.

So. Fucking. Bored.

Mikey spit a bit of cereal onto the table in his excitement as Leo walked into the living room.

“Fh-sup, man! You wanna play a game or something?” He wiped the crumbs from his mouth with a grin as Leo rolled his eyes, smiling at his little brother’s ever-present enthusiasm.

He raised the book in his hand as he sat down on the couch. “I’m going to read for a bit, Mike. You’re welcome to join me.” Leo crossed a leg over a knee as he opened his novel up, eyes already skimming the pages in earnest.

Mikey grumbled quietly at the table as he stared at the back of Leo’s head. “Yeah. Cause that sounds like soooo much fun.” He stuck a hand back in the cereal box, fishing another handful out-

And smirking to himself as his brother’s shoulders tensed at the sounds of his munching.

Leo didn’t look up from the page, but shifted slightly on the couch cushions as he continued reading.

Ignore him. Just ignore him.

Mikey grabbed another handful of cereal, this time not closing his mouth as he chewed, letting the loud crunching noises cut through the silence.

Leo cleared his throat.

His blue eyes shot an irritated look to the youngest over his shoulder as he glanced up from his book.

“Really?”

Mikey shrugged.

With an exaggerated eye roll Leo turned, and went back to the page he was reading.

The orange-banded turtle tapped a finger on the table for a moment, before looking back at his brother’s head with a toothy grin.

Mikey fished a handful of fruit loops out of the box, eating one quietly to appease his brother-

And then tossed one directly at Leo’s head.

It hit with a soft noise, but the sound Leo made was not quiet.

“MIKEY-“ He jerked in his seat and spun around to look at his brother, who tossed the remaining handful in his mouth with a grin.

“Yesh, Leuo?” He swallowed as his older brother glared at him from the couch. “Are you done reading now?”

As the eldest huffed and rose up from the couch, he mumbled under his breath as he marched off to his room. “Don’t know …why I bothered…read…here…the first place.”

Mikey grinned devilishly as he watched Leo leave, rising from the table with his box of cereal artillery.

Who’s next?

He could hear the sound of weights clinking as Raph lifted in the gym.

Oh, this was too easy.

Mikey grabbed a few fruit loops from the box, and knelt by the doorway, waiting for Raph to finish his set and put the barbell down.

At the sound of the heavy thunk, Mikey flicked the cereal piece into the air, connecting with Raph’s head as he grabbed a drink of water.

His brother sprayed liquid as he sputtered, angry and confused at the sneak attack.

“THE FUCK?!”

Raph looked around wildly, and it took everything Mikey had in him not to laugh as he hid.

“MIKEY-“

The youngest grabbed his box and sped from the gym, laughing gleefully as he tore down the hallway.

Now for Donnie-

His plans were cut abruptly short at the vibration in his pocket.

As he pulled out his phone, Mikey couldn’t help but laugh at the message.

Dee: Don’t even think about it, Mikey.

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[finniestoncrane]

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 700 turns out i'm like... really into the idea of being his silly little pet so i wrote this teeny little ficlet for myself because i couldn't get it out of my head🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: pet play, sub/dom dynamics

"You know, I had a dog once. Good friend. Loyal, smart."

Cooper looked up to you, his eyes only just visible under the brim of his hat. You sat on your heels on the floor, your entire body exposed, nude except for the collar he'd placed on you.

"I've been aching for something to take his place. Waiting all this time for a sweet lil' pup to come my way."

He ran the leather leash through his fingers, tugging at it gently, pulling the collar and you forward a little.

"And then, whaddaya know. I come across you."

Another quick, sharp tug, and you fell to all fours, crawling towards him slowly and settled at his feet.

"Now, you ain't no dog. But you are a little bitch."

You nodded eagerly, letting your tongue hang out from your mouth as you panted enthusiastically.

"And while you ain't as smart as my last pet, I am willing to forgive that. After all, you ain't exactly going to be serving the same purpose."

Cooper's hand settled on your cheek, running over it and swooping under your chin, fingers scratching at you as you smiled at the affection.

"He was there for comfort. Friendship. You're here to be used. You understand that, pup?"

With a soft bark, you nodded again, eager to please him. You stayed where you were, only turning to watch him as he stood up and walked over to the other side of the room.

"Come on over to me, girl. Bring your lead."

Stooping to the ground, you picked up the handle of the lead in your mouth and made your way to him, crawling over the dusty floor on all fours, completely bare, until you were once again at his feet. You watched patiently as Cooper reached into the inside pocket of his duster jacket, pulling out some jerky, miscellaneous meat from a less than credible source. he held it in front of him, dangling it above you.

"You want it? Then sit up for me."

You stretched your back out, kneeling still, arms raised up and out in front of you, hands balled into fists, makeshift paws, as you panted for him.

"Beg for it. Speak, girl."

You barked once, and Cooper tossed the jerky to the floor. As humiliating as it was, you knew what was coming. And he insisted on it, commanding you.

"Eat that off the ground. You ain't good enough to be hand fed, and I don't quite trust you not to bite the hand that feeds. Not yet anyway."

Bending once more, you picked up the jerky and chewed on it thoroughly before swallowing it, looking up at Cooper the entire time to make sure that even that act was done to his satisfaction. And when you were finished, you let your tongue fall back out to prove it to him, a playful pant and a cautious smile as you waited for his next instructions.

"Now, do you think you can roll over for me, pup?"

Ever keen to please, and quick to obey, you rolled over immediately, suppressing the shudder in your spine as your bare back touched the cold floor. You raised your legs, bent at the knee, and your arms, hands balled into fists again to mimic your paws. As Cooper took you in, you stretched your legs for him, spreading them apart to expose your wet cunt, folds splayed for him to see every bit of you.

Cooper stretched his leg out, pressing the tip of his boot to your cunt, the pointed toe pushing on your clit. As he wiggled his foot from side to side, you could feel the familiar pulse of pleasure through the degrading pain, a throbbing ache that spread to your stomach, to all of your muscles, as you lay there for him. He took his boot off of you, the sole coated in your slick, and he smiled.

"That's it. Good girl."

His voice was low and slow on the 'good'. Emphasising his satisfaction with you. You felt yourself getting excited, hips wiggling, knowing if you had a tail it would be going wild.

[aberrationaldyke]

to rebuild—2

ch. 1, ch. 3

yall i luv me some papa sev. crying bc someone called em a single father. also switching between she nd they for sevika bc i can and she told me she don't give a shit. ++ isha and jinx are alive in this. ref for silco’s altered office space

“you actually stayed for the full meeting? expected you back a good five minutes later.” vi looks up at sevika, giving isha a pat on her back after having changed the bandages on her left shoulder’s stump. 

sevika huffs with mental and emotional fatigue, closing the door after they enter, walking over to isha, right hand setting on her tousled brown hair and gently tilting it to take a look at her tired little face. then their gaze drifts to her shoulder before going back to her face, a silent, pointed look prompting a question. 

isha nods, shrugging, earning a small smile and the motion repeated back to her by sevika. 

“had to see what it was about. good enough,” sevika responds, tired. they look over at jinx’s dormant state, making their way over to her next. they study her for a moment, a slow pulse of a purple hue showing through her pale skin. still out, sevika thinks, a slight frown on their face. 

“and was it?” vi asks, coming over to hand sevika some food she bought earlier while she was out with gert. “good enough i mean.” she garners a thankful nod, returning a look that says: “no problem.”

sevika grumbles to theirself as they set the food down on the table nearby before taking off their cloak and tossing it to the side, the maroon garment landing perfectly on a stool to their right. the reformed space that was once silco’s old office is a cradle for their thoughts as they finally begin to settle, events of the day cycling through their mind. they reach out for the bag of food and begin to indulge, too preoccupied with what the meeting would entail to eat before. 

“a zaunite tainting their little pool up top. what do you expect?” sevika’s mind pushes shoola’s face into view, her words seeping in as well. they fidget, chewing slowing in the same moment. while a portion of their mind is seeped is distrust, the other half is a hopeful prospect at the thought of having a significant counterpart that doesn’t want to to see sevika’s downfall. 

taking her gaze off of isha’s overactive, recovering body, vi starts walking to the chair just across from sevika, rolling her shoulders back; soreness partners with a rigid state of being that hasn’t seemed to dissipate since jinx fell into a coma. “you’re the one that attended and stayed for the whole thing.”

sevika swallows what they have in their mouth, the corner of their eye keeping watch of isha tinkering with some parts at their desk. “there’s one of ‘em.” they adjust their seating a bit before looking at vi. “last one left from the old group–shoola. she wants to help. the others aren’t worth talking to.��� 

vi’s brows raise, lips downturning as she nods, analyzing sevika’s demeanor. “least there’s the one, right? 

“i can’t go runnin’ into this just accepting things. it's not just me. there’s all of you and the rest of zaun. i spoil myself with trusting and then what happens?” no one could tell sevika months ago that they would be a caretaker of not only three people but the entirety of zaun too; and if anyone did, sevika would laugh straight in their face. 

vi shrugs. “what happens?”

then what? shoola’s similar rebuttal comes to mind, the memory of her smooth voice making sevika blink as they remove theirself from the creeping doubt. while it is necessary, too much of the sentiment will only block out a firm sight of what the future can hold–and what sevika wants is only the best version of it. 

sevika goes back to eating, the action done simply to make sure they have something in their stomach. shaking their head, they sigh, trying to relax further into the seat. “started with the infrastructure–pipe cleaning and repairs. don’t know how long it’ll take for anything to get done. or even begin.” 

“don’t burn yourself out before we even get anywhere. i can’t even think of who’d replace you if you’re not up there,” vi says, looking at jinx’s resting figure. “just…take it easy, yeah? you’re not alone.”

sevika nearly grimaces at the thought; to be alone and dealing with any of this. 

a knock on the door brings sevika from their mind and vi’s statement, an understanding gaze given to the other before they clean off their hand and get up from the chair, walking to the door and unlocking it. they open it just a bit, gray eyes flitting up and down as they study who’s behind the door. 

“councilor sevika,” an unfamiliar, fruity voice greets. 

this prompts sevika to open the door a bit more, posture straightening as they nod back in acknowledgement of the unaccustomed title. the individual before them is clearly a citizen of piltover, yet the clothing has more muted tones than one would usually see, the intricate accents of gold absent. white henna designs adorn the back of his hands and palms, traveling up his arms until they disappear under a midnight cloak. mid-analysis of the person, sevika’s eyes narrow. 

“how’d you find me? don’t remember giving anyone my information,” is sevika’s statement, their steps coming forward toward the stranger as their innate protective instinct rises. they exit the space and close the door behind them, hands slowly curling into fists. 

“councilor shoola sent me,” the individual quickly relays the information, dark brown eyes looking down at sevika’s fists and watching them unravel, their body following the release of the tension as well. “i’m khane.” he holds out a hand for sevika to shake, earning a glance to the limb before stony gray sights are set on his face again. he quickly drops his hand. “and i asked around for you. there’s…a lot of people who took that as a threat.”

sevika huffs through their nose, slightly amused. “someone from topside lookin’ for someone in zaun isn’t usually a good look.” 

khane brushes one of his deep violet locs away from his face, umber skin warming at the comment. “i was born in zaun–kind of raised between...” he straightens centering his focus for the topic at hand. “shoola’s a lead architect and i attended the academy for that and biotechnology. hence my positioning as your advisor–”

“i didn’t ask for one.” sevika interjects, crossing their arms. 

lost, khane looks around. “well…now you have one?” he prompts a cheerful attitude, his pose to portray the emotion making sevika look at the magenta folder in his hand. following their gaze to the material, he immediately explains the contents, “notes from today’s meeting, a copy of the list of your requests, and a few uh…i just started getting some things together for it all. been a long time comin’.”

sevika holds out their hand and is given the folder, khane peering over the edge as they begin to read the documents inside. they see their words handwritten and can almost imagine shoola in her office, their requests in mind held with care. on the next page, they see some sketches of  zaun’s pipe structures, notes scribbled near the quick yet thorough illustrations. obviously different handwriting, sevika looks at khane.

“should we walk and talk? shoola has a team ready to come down and start repairs,” khane suggests. “or i could come in?”

sevika straightens, shutting khane’s folder before heading back inside of their place, leaving it open as a sign that khane can enter behind them. he purses his lips and takes a step forward, gaze wandering the room and seeing vi pluck something out of isha’s hand, an incredulous look on her face toward the child before looking up at sevika, then him. isha follows suit, brows furrowing in confusion while glancing at sevika for an explanation on the guest’s appearance. 

“just takin’ care of some things,” sevika voices a vague reason for their sudden exit, reentry, and impending departure. “this is khane. he’s…helpin’ out.” they grab their cloak and slide it on, adjusting the fabric while they walk toward vi and isha. “you need anything, you come find me. i won’t be too far.” 

vi and isha nod in unison. sevika reaches out and caresses the side of isha’s head lightly, before doing the same to the side of vi’s arm. they turn around and start to walk back toward the door, tossing a glance at jinx, footsteps hesitating for a moment before they continue out the door with khane. 

the two walk in silence for a minute, sevika reopening the folder to look over the sketches again, studying the mechanics of khane’s ideas. 

“i didn’t know you had children,” khane says, walking alongside sevika. “didn’t think…” he bites his tongue, seeing sevika tense at the spoken observation. “sorry, i’m overstepping.”

sevika continues their study. “yeah…didn’t think i would be anywhere near where i am now.” they look at khane. “life comes at you fast.” 

khane nods as an airy laugh leaves him, the door to the building held open by him to let sevika through first while he replies, “definitely didn’t expect to be helpin’ zaun so soon. i mean i hoped it would be soon and it is,” he adds quickly, “but before the war…thought i would be stuck up there instead of using what i learned for why i learned it. told shoola that–i don’t know why i trusted her, but it’s easier talking to her than anyone else with a position like hers.” khane looks at sevika, whose face has blanked. “right?”

sevika grunts softly in response, handing the folder back to khane. “right.” 

[reigningqueenofwords]

Who Told?

Word count: 593

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Part 3 of The Unknown Stark

“Is Iron Man Tony Stark’s biggest secret? Sources close to the billionaire say no. Stark, owner of Stark Industries, is well known as a playboy. He has shown no signs of being a family man, but our sources say this is completely false. Stark is not only a father, but a father of a teenage daughter. How he’s managed to keep her from the public remains a mystery…” Tony read out loud, tossing the paper to the table where everyone could see. The picture that accompanied the article was one of Tony with some model on his arm. “I didn’t bother to read past that.” He sighed.

You were still in your pajamas, chewing on your cereal. It had been two weeks since you’d moved in, and things had been rough at first. Finally, it worked out for the better. Tony had a room done for you, which you were still decorating. Swallowing, you reached over and picked it up, skimming over the rest of it while eating. With a small shrug, you dropped it. “At least it doesn’t give my name, or a picture.” You pointed out.

Tony gave you a bored look. “How many 15 year old Starks do you think there are in the city?” He asked sarcastically.

Making a fake cat noise with your hand making claws, you took your bowl to the sink. “Sassy today, aren’t we?” You smirked, making him roll his eyes. “Anyways, I have to get ready for school.”  You went to move towards the elevator, just for him to stop you. “What? I don’t feel like getting detention for being late. Again.” Your second day of school after moving in with him, he’d decided to take you to breakfast. 45 minutes away from your school.

“Nope.” He shook his head, his arm across your waist. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tony looked at you.

“What?!” You looked between him and the others. “Dad! I can’t just not go! I have friends, school work…I kinda need to go to graduate.” You reminded him.

He sighed. “You’re staying home today, and I’ll be enrolling you in a private school.” You went to argue and he shot you a look. “Which I should have done when you were younger, but your mother wouldn’t let me. I’m in charge now, kid. Go back to bed, mess with Clint, something. Just…be 15 and annoying for a day.”

You gave him a smile. “I think you’re being annoying enough for the both of us.” You told him before ducking under his arm and walking to the elevator.

Once you were gone, it was Nat that spoke up. “You think that was a good idea, Stark?” There was a serious look on her face. “She just wants to be a normal kid.”

“She’s not a normal kid, Nat.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Her mother and I did everything we could to keep her out of all this. Out of the papers, and sleazeballs mouths, and out of danger.”

Clint shook his head. “I hate to say it, but Nat’s right. She’s your kid, do you think that you’d deal well with this?” He sipped his coffee, looking towards his friend. “Or would you raise hell?”

Tony groaned. “Shit.”

“Sir?” Came JARVIS’s voice.

“Yes, JARVIS?” Tony sighed, knowing that he was screwed either way.

“Miss Y/N has left the premises.”

“HOW? She didn’t get on the damn elevator that long ago.”

“Shall I alert the authorities?”

Tony shook his head. “No. I’ll find her myself.”

[casspurrjoybell-19]

Does it Matter? - Chapter 24 - Part 1

*Warning: Adult Content*   

When Brayan turned back around, he found Bug dressed in the clean clothes and sitting on the edge of the bed.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the plate of food in Brayan's hands.

"Well, you've answered my questions and you've earned a reward," Brayan said as he carried the plate of food over to the small table on the other side of the room.

"One reward. You can have either the necklace or some of this food. You can decide which."

The look of utter defeat on Bug's face made Brayan feel a little bad.

He had no real intention of withholding either but he would take his leverage where he could get it.

"I would like the necklace, please."

"See, that's interesting," Brayan said.

"You claim you believe me when I say that it's not magical, that it's not worth anything but you still want it very much. Why?"

Bug dropped his gaze and shrugged.

"If you tell me why, you can have both."

Bug hesitated.

"It's silly, Sir."

"Try me."

"I had a nice dream and in it I was wearing something similar. That's all, sir. I know it's stupid."

"A dream or a vision?"

Bug was silent for several seconds while he chewed on his lip.

Brayan really wished he would stop doing that.

It was distracting.

"I used to think it was a vision but there are things in it that just aren't possible anymore."

"Are they impossible or are they just unlikely? With the right magic, many things are possible."

"I guess they're not impossible..."

Bug shook his head.

"But it doesn't matter. That's not how it works. I've been having this dream for years. Predicting even an hour into the future gets complicated because there are so many possibilities. Seeing something years ahead makes no sense."

"Well, you're the expert, so I won't question you on that. It just sounds odd. Like it should be meaningful in some way."

"That's how I feel, too, Sir," Bug said quietly, he let out a long sigh.

"But it doesn't have anything to do with what you want from me. I'm sorry if I made you feel like me wanting the necklace was important in some way. I didn't mean for it to be distracting."

Brayan tossed Bug the necklace.

"Come over here and sit down. You've earned some food."

Bug clutched the necklace in his hand and approached the table.

When he hesitated, Brayan pointed him to the chair on the opposite side of the table.

Before he had found out the truth about Dara he had been keen to make sure he was abiding by his training appropriately but Bug?

Bug wasn't his problem.

The more at ease Bug became the more he would talk and so far that was working to Brayan's benefit.

He didn't need him to be submissive or polite.

All he needed was for him to feel comfortable sharing information.

Brayan put an empty plate down in front of Bug and then transferred some of the food from the plate Garrod had brought onto it.

It was tempting to just give him all of it but in his experience people who had been starved would only make themselves sick if they were permitted to gorge themselves.

He did give Bug the nicest cuts of meat and the tiny sugar cake that Garrod had piled onto the side of the plate, though. It was just logical.

Bug would enjoy them far more than Brayan would have.

Brayan sat back and gave Bug a nod of approval and Bug immediately started eating.

"Not too fast," Brayan warned.

"You don't want to end up throwing it back up."

Bug slowed down but only a little.

"It's not stupid, you know," Brayan said.

"Wanting the necklace. Holding onto a dream that could be something more, even if it doesn't really make sense."

Bug swallowed his mouthful of food and licked crumbs off his lips.

"I wish I could be more helpful. I feel like I'm supposed to be but when I think about it, nothing I've said or done has made any difference. If I had done nothing, someone still would have found him before long. If he recovers like you say he will, he'll be able to tell you what happened even better than I've been able to. It's usually obvious why the special visions I get want me to do something but this time... I'm not sure."

"Maybe the point wasn't to help us. Maybe the point was me killing Fraccus. It sounds like the two of you didn't have the most friendly relationship."

"But... but that's awful," Bug said, eyes wide.

"If my powers are lining up events so that you would have to kill someone who I want dead in self defence, how can I trust them anymore? I don't want to put anyone in that position. That's terrible."

"That's adorable," Brayan said and then promptly realised there really was no good way to take that statement.

"It's sweet that you're concerned for me, really but it's unnecessary. I could have retreated from the fight but I didn't want to leave you to him. I wasn't forced to do anything. I made a choice."

"Oh."

"I'm also not upset about having to kill him. I would have preferred to be able to question him, but he's far from the first person I've killed and I can't say I feel particularly bad about it. Perhaps he was only the way he was because he had been treated cruelly himself but at the end of the day I can't say it really makes much difference to me."

"He was born into slavery and with his ability..."

Bug shook his head.

"Sometimes I think about the child he must have been at one point, the things he probably went through and I feel bad for that child but by the time I met him he was a man who was no longer capable of caring about others, so it was hard to care about him."

"I take it you weren't born into slavery. You have a bit of an accent."

"Ah."

Bug ducked his head.

"You're correct, Sir. I was nineteen when I was captured. It's only been about two and a half years since then." "It must be hard to adjust as an adult."

"Hmm. I'm not sure which is worse, Sir."

Bug carefully picked up crumbs from his empty plate with the tip of his finger and self consciously ate them.

Brayan had still hardly touched his larger serving of the food.

"At least I have good memories to look back on but sometimes I think that just makes it harder."

"I don't want to give you too much food. Your body won't be able to handle it," Brayan said but he cut off another piece of pork and transferred it onto Bug's plate, Bug ate it immediately.

"When was the last time you had a proper meal?"

"About two months ago, sir. It was a reward then, too."

Brayan felt even worse.

He hadn't intended to emulate whatever sick food based motivation system Lord Nolen had devised that had resulted in Bug being as malnourished as he was.

"What were you being rewarded for?"

"I gave my master some useful information. But..." Bug hesitated.

"But then someone told him the same information the very next day, which was how I learned it in the first place and having the information was useful but having it just a day early was not. So I didn't get to eat at all for the next few days."

"Well, it looks like you'll be with me at least over night, so I can promise you breakfast if nothing else."

"Thank you, sir."

Bug stared down at his empty plate for a long moment before his eyes finally flicked up to look at Brayan.

"Do you like my master, Sir?"

It took Brayan a moment to process the question.

Whenever Bug looked at him, it knocked him off balance.

His thick eyelashes accentuated deep, brown eyes that revealed a gentle intelligence when the fear faded enough to let it through.

"No. I think he's petty and cruel. If he can't even manage a slave in a sensible and mature manner, I can't imagine he's a very good leader."

"Do you like me, sir?"

[ali-r3n]

Eddie Munson x Henderson’s Sister!Reader

Season 4 Episode 5 “Chapter Five: The Nina Project” 

Part One Part Two

Warnings: Language 

“I’ll get Eddie his food,” Y/N stated, eagerly. 

Dustin crossed his arms over his chest. “You just don’t want to go to the creepy house,” he replied. 

Nancy gave her a knowing look. “I think she wants to spend more time with Eddie.” 

Y/N avoided eye contact. “What? No! I’m just trying to be helpful.” 

“Mmhmmm, sure.”

Dustin looked between his sister and Nancy. “What are you two - OH! You have a crush on...REALLY?! You have a crush on my friend, Eddie!” 

“And I think he has a crush on her too,” Robin interjected. 

“Really?” Y/N face lit up. 

“No! No! NO! I forbid it!” 

“GUYS!” Steve exclaimed. “Focus! Alright here’s the plan. We will go to the Creel house and Y/N will go grab Eddie his supplies. Does everybody understand?” 

“But-”

“I said does everybody understand!” Steve gave Dustin a pointed look. 

Dustin closed his mouth and nodded. 

“Good. Let’s go.” 

Y/N approached Reefer Rick’s house, her arms full with with two large bags. She adjusted them so that she could do the special knock on the door before she opened it. 

“Special delivery.”

The tarp over the row boat was thrown aside and Eddie sat up. 

“Thank God!” he said as he jumped out. He walked over and grabbed one of the bags. “Where are the others?”

“Following a lead on Vecna.”

“Ah, so you’re on fugitive duty I see,” he teased, though his smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

Y/N touched his arm. “We’re going to clear your name, Eddie,” she reassured. 

She gazed deeply into his eyes. He looked away. 

“Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it, Henderson.”

He rifled through the bags to see what she brought. Y/N tucked her hands into her red hoodie pockets and paced around the boathouse. 

“No beer I see.” 

“I’ve never bought beer before. I thought it would look suspicious, but Steve will bring some when they are done with their lead.” 

“Great.” He grabbed a bag of chips and took a seat before he opened them. 

She watched him shove chips into his mouth and took note of the dark circles under his eyes. Y/N walked towards him and kneeled next to him. 

“When’s the last time you slept?” 

He shrugged, his mouth full. “I got a few minutes last night,” he replied when he swallowed. “Kind of hard to when you’re ready for the calvary any second.” 

He looked at her with his big brown eyes when she touched his knee. “Try and get some sleep,” she said, softly. “I’ll keep watch.” 

Y/N hid by the window that faced the road. The walkie close by incase she needed to call the others. 

She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared out of the glass. If she listened closely she could hear the soft snores of Eddie as he slept under the tarp. 

He woke up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up, the tarp moving with him. 

“How long did I sleep for?” he asked. 

“A few hours,” she answered. 

He climbed out of the rowboat. “Any word from your brother?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. Finding an inter-dimensional demon takes time.” 

“You’re the expert. Well, since we have to wait. Would the fair maiden join a pour banished man for some rations?” 

A smile spread on her face. “I could eat.” 

After a small meal. they sat and took turns tossing small things into a cup. 

“You’re bad at this,” he laughed when she missed again. 

“Cut me some slack. That was close.” 

“Close, but no cigar.” 

Y/N nudged him with her elbow. 

Their laughter died when they heard the sound of a car approaching the house. They looked at each other before they scurried to the window. 

“Shit, it’s Jason!” 

“Fuck!” 

[380semi]

Se-mi watches him unravel. Watches the boy she once knew, the one who used to make her feel safe and sneak extra food to her when she was too anxious to eat, stand in front of her like he’s drowning and trying not to scream. The knife in his hand is shaking so badly it’s a miracle he hasn’t dropped it. His voice cracks, tears spill. Her name in his mouth sounds like it’s breaking him from the inside out. And for a second… it hits her. The weight of what she’s doing. The guilt. The ache. But it’s swallowed by something heavier. Something darker. The knowledge that there are no good endings in this game. Only sacrifices. She exhales softly, barely audible, and steps forward again, just once. ❝You already are, Minsu. You’re still here. That means you’ve already done things you didn’t think you could.❞ Her voice is gentle, but there’s no softness left in it. Just a hollow calm, like someone who’s already buried the version of herself that would’ve begged him not to cry.

She looks down, fingers curling around the key for a second before she tosses it to the floor between them. It clinks against the tile, light, unforgiving. ❝This game doesn’t care about who we were. Not who I was. Not who you were. It’ll chew you up either way.❞ A long pause. Her eyes meet his again. Finally, something flickers there. Not hope, never again, but something close to mercy. ❝So don’t make me your ghost, Minsu. If you’re not going to kill me… run. Please. Before someone else does.❞ A crack slips into her voice at the end, but she clenches her jaw and hides it well. Her hands are still raised slightly, not in surrender, but in choice. Hers, not the game’s. ❝Go.❞ A breath. Then quieter: ❝Don’t make me watch you die too.❞

starter for @380semi

minsu's fingers caress the blade held within his hand, a shaky breath falling from his parted lips. kill or be killed; it's as simple as that. kill a blue-vested player, and he can live. he finds himself squeezing the knife for a moment, though the instant a stinging sensation greets the palm of his hand, he winces and retracts, a thin line of crimson staring back at him. no, he can't do this. he's a coward — how is he going to kill? he looks up, only for eyes to lock with another player's across the room. semi.

[dragon-teethh]

Heimdall/Kratos

!!NSFW!!

Warnings: choking, slight food play, implied voyerism, hair pulling

Notes: I haven’t written in forever so keep that in mind, I also have no idea now to do the read more thing on my iPad so once I figure that out it’ll be better for all of us lmao

It’s been a while since Kratos has invited Heimdall to join him in Sindri’s house, it did take a little negation on his part for it to be allowed though. Something Kratos has quickly picked up on is how many apples Heimdall goes through in just one day alone, and in the whole time he’s been living with the Aesir god he’s eaten at least four full bushels of apples.

“How can you eat so many apples in one day?” Atreus asks Heimdall in a light tone.

“Having somebody to cut and peel them for me helps, means I get the easy job.” Heimdall replies, looking over to Kratos who’s standing at the counter on the far wall of the common room, cutting and peeling the apples Heimdall had requested.

“Could you hurry up Kratos? Please.” Heim huffed, hoping Atreus wouldn’t keep trying to talk to him.

“You will get them when they’re ready, do not rush me.” Kratos growls back, knowing if he actually rushes Heimdall would complain, and he wouldn’t get a kiss for his craftsmanship.

“Why do you sleep in the same room as dad? There’s another spare room you can have.” Atreus asks innocently, having almost no clue of what the two gods do in their free time.

“Well Atreus, I spend most of my nights pinned under him or on his lap.” Heimdall says with a smirk on his face, glancing over to Kratos who has completely stopped his task to process what his lover had said to his son.

“What did you say to him?“ Kratos asks in a low tone as he turns to face Heimdall.

“Only what he asked me to.” He purrs back, looking Kratos in the eyes.

“Atreus, leave. I do not care where you go, but do not come back till I come to get you.” Kratos tells the boy, watching him glance between the two gods,then nods and leaves, grabbing his bow on the way out.

Kratos storms over to where his lover was sitting, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him up so he’s standing just on his toes.

“What the hell are you thinking telling my boy that?” He barks, shaking Heimdall a tad in the process to push the point.

Before Heimdall had any time to answer, let alone process the question Kratos was dragging him to their shared room. He threw the smaller god onto the bed, glaring at him before exiting to grab the apple slices.

“Take everything off. Now.” Kratos orders, as he sits on the bed, Heimdall in front of him making a show of it all.

“I do not have time for your games, Heimdall.” He grumbles, watching Heimdall quickly remove the rest of his clothing and tossing it all in front of the closed door of their room.

Heimdall approached Kratos, standing between his strong legs. Kratos grabs his face and pulls him down, forcing him to his knees.

“Open.” He orders, watching as Heimdall opens his mouth and lets his tongue roll out. Kratos placed an apple slice on his tongue.

“Eat it.” He demands, keeping his eyes on the god’s mouth, watching the way he closes his mouth with a look of confusion on his face.

Heimdall chews the apple slice, trying to understand what Kratos has planned, but he knew if he used his foresight there’d be hell to pay. He looked down shyly, realizing how harsh the other god’s gaze really was.

“Look at me.” Kratos demanded, grabbing Heimdall’s neatly braided hair and pulling his head up so he was looking back at him. The harsh tug caused Heimdall to huff a light moan, and Kratos noticed the way his partner’s dick twitched at his actions.

“You like that?” He asked quietly, dragging Heimdall closer by his hair.

He hummed his response as he swallowed the apple, then moaned as Kratos dragged him around. Kratos had barely even done anything and he was almost already completely hard.

Kratos pulled Heimdall up onto his lap, and placed a firm hand on his lover’s ass, using his other hand to grab the back of his head and pull him into a rough kiss. Most of their kisses are rough and sloppy anyways, the two of them always eager to get to the main event.

Heimdall rolled his hips against Kratos, moaning into the kiss as his dick rubbed against Kratos. Heimdall draped his arms over Kratos’ shoulders, trying to figure out if touching himself would be worth the punishment.

He decides he doesn’t care, and takes himself in his hand, getting barely a second of relief before Kratos grabs his hand roughly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growls, grabbing Heimdall by the neck with his free hand. He rolls them over, so he’s on top of Heimdall, now standing between his thighs.

Kratos releases Heimdall’s hand and shoves two fingers into his mouth, there was no need to tell him what to do on account of Heimdall already knowing what was about to happen to him. Heimdall licks and sucks the large, callused fingers, getting them as wet as he can before Kratos pulls them out. The two watch as a string of alive connects Kratos’ fingers to Heim’s mouth, but the digits are quickly pulled away and brought to Heimdall’s ass.

Kratos presses one finger in, making Heimdall gasp loudly, quickly moaning once the whole finger is in. Kratos has worked him open before many times, but he seems to lose less and less patients the more he does it.

“Please Kratos, please put the other one in.” Heimdall whines, rolling his hips against the finger in his ass.

Kratos was quick to oblige, pushing his other saliva coated finger into the Aesir god, slowly fucking him on his fingers, listening to his beautifully loud moans. The mix of Heimdall’s moans, and the way he was arching his back in response to the intrusion has got Kratos almost completely hard, with a clear outline of his dick very visible to Heimdall.

Kratos released Heimdall’s neck in exchange for rubbing himself through his pants, soon pulling his fingers out of Heim, grumbling at the way he whines and begs for the fingers to be out back in. Kratos carefully undresses himself, trying not to touch anything with the two fingers he just pulled out of Heimdall. Once he was unclothed, he slotted himself right back into his spot between the smaller god’s legs.

“Think you’re ready? Or do you need more?” He asks, rubbing his fingers against Heim’s entrance lightly, making him shiver.

“Oh fucking hell, Kratos please just fuck me already!“ Heimdall whines, as Kratos lets out a small chuckle in response to the begging.

The larger god spits into his hand, and rubs it on his cock, taking half a step forward to line himself up with Heimdall’s hole, and slowly pushes in. He wipes his hand clean on a rag he keeps by the bed for emergencies, and then places his hands on Heimdall’s hips.

The smaller god lets out a loud moan as Kratos finally pushes into him, his back arches up off the bed as Kratos finally gets himself fully sheathed inside, sitting for a second to be sure to not hurt his partner too badly. He pulls out half way and slams back into Heimdall, letting his head fall back a bit as he sets a rough pace, reveling in the fact that he’s the one making Heimdall scream right now.

Heimdall swore he could see stars in that moment, the feeling of Kratos' large hands holding his hips in place, mixed with the loud slap of their skin as the backs of his thighs meet the other’s hips. He wraps his legs around Kratos’ waist, trying to pull him closer, but failing miserably.

Kratos leans down, resting on his hands now, looking Heimdall in the eyes as he plows into him. Heimdall anchors himself by grabbing Kratos’ large forearms, he’s moaning random please and whining nonstop. It almost makes Kratos want to shut him up. So he does.

Kratos wraps a hand around Heimdall’s neck again, this time applying some pressure, watching as he goes nearly silent with the weight of the hand on his neck. Heimdall clearly enjoys this way too much, that’s made clear by the way his cock starts to leak precum all over his stomach.

“You want to cum?” Kratos asks, to which Heimdall quickly responds with enthusiastic nodding of his head and Kratos takes him into his hand stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts.

Heimdall claws at Kratos’ hand, as his back arches, he’s close and they both know it. Then Kratos releases him, right as Heimdall was about to cum. He tries to protest against the loss of contact to his dick, but as soon as it was gone his hand was back to edge him again.

Heim lets out a string of wheezy begs and pleads for permission to cum, but is denied each time. It was when Kratos started to become a bit vocal when Heimdall knew he’d be allowed to cum soon.

“Think you’re ready?” Kratos groans, and Heimdall barely has enough of a brain left to respond so he tries his best, he gives Kratos a loving look that says ‘I’m all yours’ and Kratos almost loses it.

He takes Heimdall’s dick back into his hand, pumping in time with his thrusts, soon letting go of his throat and the rush of adrenaline from being choked for as long as he was hit and it sends him flying over the edge with a loud scream. He’s gripping at the fur blanket draped over the bed as he cums all over his stomach and chest, with Kratos’ orgasm following soon after.

He came with a low, throaty moan, and his dick pushed into Heimdall as far as he could possibly get it. He leans over the god for a moment before pulling out and rolling to lay next to him on the bed, letting out a pleased sigh as he lands.

Kratos rolled to his side, taking Heimdall’s half hare dick in his hand, and running his thumb over the slit, watching Heim shiver.

“P-Please, no more.” He huffs, too tired to go another round. So Kratos lets go, and gets up to get a damp rag to clean the two of them up. He puts his pants back on before leaving the room, seeing Mimir in the corner.

“Ah, hello brother! Yes, you did forget to send me with the boy, but don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul of what I’ve heard.” Mimir laughs, as Kratos grumbles something under his breath, trying to get back to the room as quickly as he can.

“I knew he was out there, just didn’t want to tell you.” Heimdall chuckles as Kratos shuts the door and comes to clean him up, which earns him a light slap on the face.

“Hey what was that for?!” He gripes, sitting up a bit.

“For being a brat.” Kratos replies, discarding the cloth as he climbs into the bed, pulling Heimdall on top of him.

“Fair enough.” He replies, cuddling up to Kratos.

“So you're just going to leave Atreus out wherever?“ Heimdall asks, drawing shapes on Kratos’ chest with his fingers.

“I will go retrieve him shortly. Now hush.” He responds, in a low voice, laced with implications of drowsiness.

[wheelsup]

kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice)  best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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[laiqualaurelote]

MFMM/DW AU, Phryne Fisher (human version, not WEAT) and River Song out on the town. Mystery optional. Murder optional. Ship content of your choice optional.

Phryne was eating a stolen apple when the strange woman came running down the alley and ducked behind the stack of mouldy pallets Phryne was perched on. “If anyone asks, you didn’t see me,” she hissed.

Phryne chewed nonchalantly. “What’s in it for me?”

“The pleasure of lying to the police,” said the woman. “Also, I’ll take you to a very fun party.”

“Is there food at this party?”

“Loads.”

Phryne’s head whipped round as the police came pouring into the alley, tensing to run like any true daughter of Collingwood. “Relax, girlie,” said the sergeant in the lead. “Did you see a lady pass by here? Curly hair, talks like she’s the Queen of England?”

Phryne nodded down the alley. “She went that way.”

The strange woman emerged after the police had gone off, brushing straw out of her hair, which really was enormous. “Thanks. What’s your name, love?”

“Phryne.”

“Knew a Phryne once. She was a hoot. It suits you, that name.” This pleased Phryne. Most people, on being told her name, remarked that it was a very big name for a little girl, or just mispronounced it. The woman stuck out her hand. “Hello, Phryne. I’m River.” 

They shook. “So where’s this party, then?” 

“St Kilda. Know where that is?”

Phryne tossed the apple core away and hopped off her perch. “St Kilda’s posh. They’ll never let us in looking like this.”

“Darling,” said River, “you never need to worry about getting in anywhere if you’re with me. Now, is there somewhere around here we can nick fancy togs?”

Phryne took her to the pawn shop where her father had hocked their things for drinking money last month. She kept watch while River picked the lock. “You’re quick at that,” she remarked. 

“Experience,” said River, a lock pick between her teeth. “My husband’s got a so – got a cheat tool, but I always try to put in the practice when I can. Ah, here we go.”

While River rifled through the racks of furs and lace, Phryne swiped the swallow pin from a display. “Good eye,” said River, holding up a selection of junior’s dresses against Phryne's back to check her size. 

“It’s mine,” said Phryne. “It always has been.” They settled on a bottle-green velvet frock for her, and she pinned the swallow to its collar.

The party was in a massive mansion. They were announced at the door as The Honourable Mrs Ethel Petherington and her daughter Miss Emily Petherington. River flashed a gleaming smile and swanned in like a queen, so Phryne tried to do the same. She ignored the glittering gowns and sharp smiles of the crowd and headed straight for the food.

River caught her stuffing cold chicken into her purse. “Hold off on that a sec, will you? Do you see that man over there?”

“Mm,” mumbled Phryne around a mouthful of devilled eggs.

“I’m going to go distract him, and I need you to pick his pocket. There’s a small key in there. Meet me in that alcove when you’re done.”

River’s method of distraction was to dance so scandalously with the target that Phryne could have hit him with a chicken and he wouldn’t have noticed. “Now what?” she asked in the alcove, handing over the key.

River grinned. “Now we get back what’s mine.”

The key opened a hidden door in the library, which led them to a chamber filled with treasure. River walked past all the gold and jewels and plucked what looked like a very ugly bracelet off a shelf. “That’s it?” said Phryne, sceptical. 

“One day, my love, you’ll know how to spot real value.” River slid the bracelet onto her wrist. 

They had just got back into the library when the sound of raised voices and feet storming came from downstairs. “Oops,” said River. “Rumbled. Here, you go down those stairs, they’ll take you out the back way and nobody should be any the wiser.”

“What about you?”

“I,” said River, “am going to cause havoc, as is my wont. Don’t worry, I’ll lead them away from here.”

Phryne felt her heart drop. “Will I see you again?”

“I don’t think so, love. But never say never. I had fun at this party. Didn’t you?”

Phryne nodded. River blew her a kiss and raced out of the library shouting, “Yoohoo! Looking for this?”

She ought to have gone out the back way like River told her, but she couldn’t help creeping into a gallery to see what happened next. The fellow whose pocket she’d picked and some other men had cornered River in the ballroom. River kicked one of them who’d made a grab for her, then turned and glanced up, straight at Phryne’s hiding spot. She winked. And then she was gone, as if she’d never existed to begin with.

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River liked the Roaring Twenties as much as any flapper or philosopher, though she hadn’t counted on being arrested this far into the decade. “Are these really necessary, Inspector?” she purred, raising her cuffed wrists.

“I’m afraid so,” said the inspector. What a dour man. Incredible cheekbones, though. She glanced up at him alluringly through her lashes, which conspicuously failed to have any effect; he merely threw her a look of patient amusement that implied this was all in a day’s work for him. That was all right. River liked a challenge.

“Jack! What’s going on? Hugh left the most enigmatic message – ” The woman who had come striding onto the scene in the most fabulous scarlet coat stopped in her tracks and gaped. “River? Is that you?"

River looked at the woman in all her finery and saw, behind the polished accent and gilded war paint, the Collingwood waif. “My my, if it isn’t little Phryne. You grew up very fine.”

Phryne preened. “I know.”

“You know each other?” said the inspector fatalistically.

“I've known River since I was a little girl,” Phryne told him, pulling exactly the same through-the-lashes look as River had, which caused that previously unflappable man to swallow and look away. Oh, thought River, that explains it. “Be a dear, Jack, and take those cuffs off her, so we can see about that murder.”

“No need.” River shook her hands out and dropped the cuffs into Jack’s hands with a flourish. “Did you say murder?”

“Dear God,” said Jack in long-suffering tones to the cuffs.

“It might even be murders,” said Phryne, linking arms with River. “But I don't want to get you too excited.”

“We really do go to all the best parties,” said River.

(For the AU prompt game)

[dingertdongert]

Chapter 6

'Oh for god sakes' you muttered to yourself.

Steven had been avoiding you all day. He'd done a good job of it as well, with only 2 hours left to your shifts.

Whether it be avoiding eye contact, quickly moving to a new area when you came over or signing up to do whatever daft task Donna came up with, he was definitely avoiding you.

He wouldn't be able to now though, he had to squeeze past you to get to the other till after returning from a Donna appointed mission. Just as he tried, you moved in front of him, folding your arms. 'Steven, wh-'

'Y/N I'm so so so sorry for completely missing Saturday, I'm so sorry, I feel terrible, I really do'

You stopped in confusion at what he said, whilst he continued to blabber on.

'It's my sleep condition, it just got really muddled up over the weekend and I completely missed it. I don't expect you to forgive me or anything but I feel really awful about it'.

You held up a finger, which finally made him pause. 'Steven, you were there'.

'I-I was?'

'Yes, in fact I was going to ask you what's going on with you today, and if I'd done something to upset you'. He looked at you in a mixture of horror and embarrassment.

'W-what no of course you haven't, god don't be silly. Oh I'm such an idiot' he spat out whilst storming past you. His face looked muddied with anger and disappointment, no doubt aimed at himself. He settled himself in the corner of the desk, slumping over the counter rubbing his forehead out of stress. You knew him well enough to know he was probably giving himself all kinds of abuse in his head, and you couldn’t let that happen. After a slow approach, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly before turning towards you with an apologetic smile.

'Steven, I just want you to know I wouldn't be upset if you missed it anyways. I do understand about what you're going through, and I wouldn't be a good friend to you if I didn't try to, nor if I didn't accommodate for it. That's what I want to be to you Steven, a good friend, someone you can trust and come to. Okay?'

A wave of emotions washed across his face, you could see his eyes start to sparkle with tears, and you dreaded the fact you might have made him upset. You took your hand away from him apprehensively, and then he gently smiled at you. 'God thank you Y/N, I really needed to hear that' and he laughed bashfully, turning away from you. 'Oh god, that store room is full of dust, I must have allergies playing up' he said, still shyly laughing whilst wiping his eyes. You giggled slightly, before looking under the desk to fumble inside of your bag.

'Look, maybe these will stir your memories a little bit' sliding a Tupperware across the counter towards him. He looked back and forth between you and box inquisitively, before swiftly taking the lid off with a pop.

'Oh wow, these smell delicious, you made these for me?'

'Yeah, well, you challenged me, cause you said the food in the bar looked good, but I said it was typical American slop. I said my cooking was better, you asked for evidence, here we are' you pointed at the tub in his hand.

'What are they?'

'Olive doughballs, with a vegan butter topping, italian herbs and garlic' you exaggerated on the vegan bit, just so he knew you'd considered everything.

'Wow, spoken like a true professional' he nodded impressed, before picking one up and taking a bite. His eyes opened wide, before darting up at you whilst he quickly chewed and then swallowed. 'Bloody hell, these are amazing' he tossed the remaining half in his mouth. He moaned and threw his head back whilst you laughed and swatted at him

'Shut up' you laughed whilst he smiled sweetly at you.

'These are really good though, I know I can't remember going to that bar, but I dare say it's far better than whatever they served'

'Thanks Steven, now eat up, they're all yours'

'Seriously? Blimey! I'm a lucky bloke'

He was midway through the box before he asked 'What do I need to do to get you to make more of these for me?'

'Hmmmm, how about, we go out together again, need to actually have you experience hanging out with me' you suggested, with a smirk.

He carried out a dramatic act of pondering, looking into the distance, eyes scrunched in fake consideration, you stood watching him do it, admiring his features. 'You know what, I'll take you up on it, but you better make it interesting' he pointed sternly at you.

'Well, I've been having a look on social media, aaaand, I want to do a day tour of some of the really lovely bookshops we have in this here city'.

He looked at you with clear excitement written all over his face, 'Oh that's brilliant, yes 100% yes, we're doing that' he said with delight.

'Well when would you like?'

'Saturday again, I swear I won't miss it'

'Steven, it doesn't matter if you do'

'Yes of course' you almost could see a blush on his cheeks, but brushed the thought away.

'Saturday then' he said, reaching a hand across to you. Though he had a mixture of the butter and herb topping all over his fingertips, you still gladly took his hand and you shook. 'It's a date' he spat out, obviously surprised by what he said, and with an undeniable flush to his face.

You smiled, 'Whatever you say, I'll send you the details'

'Uh huh' he nodded, still with a stunned look, putting another dough-ball in his mouth to no doubt, stop himself from talking.