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cybrasigilism · 3 days ago
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Could I request a nsfw fic of soft dom thanos x reader reassuring them because they feel shy during intimacy? (I’m such a sucker for soft doms☹️) btw I love love your work ur one of my favorite writers :3
aww i’m so honoured! thank you so much for the love 😘
Judge Judy (Thanos/Player 230 X Reader)
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warning: smut (omg someone sound the alarm bells) | not proofread | lowercase intended | ooc thanos? (writing him a lot softer than i think he would be) | protection not specified (don’t rely on the pullout method pulease) | praise | soft dom!thanos | reader has female genitalia | PiV
character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)
A/N: it lowkey felt strange to write thanos super soft n’ sweet? i can get behind a gentler version of him, don’t get me wrong! and thank you so much again for your kind words :) hoping i did your request justice! (+ the title of the fic is taken from a Tyler, the Creator song title, please check it out Judge Judy is really good)
MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, reader’s discretion is advised
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you were beyond ashamed of yourself.
here was your boyfriend, putting down his all for you, and you still couldn’t escape your mousey state, still hiding away as much as possible in that shell of yours. even as he had his hand between your thighs, working absolute magic, you couldn’t muster up a moan. you were absolutely horrified of making any noise. sure there was the occasional gasp for air and slight moan but you held back as much as possible; gripping the sheets, biting your lip, anything to stop that voice of yours coming out. you almost slipped up when he started kissing your neck, leaving hickeys anywhere he spent a particularly long time on.
it got to a point where enough was enough for thanos.
he was desperate to hear you, he wanted so badly to draw moans and whines from your lips, but you were positively petrified. before he moved forward to the actual sex part of the ordeal, he pulled away, now looming over you as you laid there, wide eyed and just so quiet.
“what’s the matter, baby?” he asked, looking you up and down. you exhaled sharply, looking away in shame. “i’m sorry, i’m just..nervous, that’s all.” he cocked his head to the side, eyebrows crinkling upwards in a look of concern. “nervous? for what? we’ve done this before..” he had every right to be confused, you knew that. if you could get naked in front of him, why was your voice where you drew the line? “was it something i did?” he wondered, and you felt your heart break into a million pieces.
“no! god no, i just..” you started, feeling your shoulders tense as you found yourself scavenging for words that should have come all too easily to you. “i don’t want to be obnoxious..?” the look of concern on thanos’s face slowly let a smile creep through and he chuckled a bit, you felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. “don’t laugh!” you cry out, covering your face. “i’m sorry! i’m sorry, i just wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.” he explained, calming down. he grabbed your hands, moving them down from your face, able to make eye contact once more.
“be obnoxious all you like,” he started, his gaze had become softer than you’d seen it before, “you don’t understand how badly i need to hear you.” you gulped, grasping his hands in return. “i don’t…i don’t think i know how…” you felt your eyes shift again, you didn’t know how? he took your chin to redirect your line of sight once again. “if that’s all it is, i can help you.” he assured, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease. “just follow my lead, okay sweetheart?” you nodded, leaning forward to initiate a kiss, to which thanos happily accepted.
this time, you weren’t gonna hold back. you were terrified, sure. but you were not gonna hold back.
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and hold back you did not. fuck, you didn’t even know you were capable of such sounds. from the moment he thrusted into you, you were more vocal than either of you knew possible. thanos was certainly not disappointed, he had gotten more vocal in response too. you know he had told you to follow his lead, but now it seemed you had taken the role of leader.
“there ya’ go, that’s my girl.” he praised as he bottomed out once again in your tight cunt, maintaining a steady pace as he pumped in and out of you. you couldn’t imagine forming words at this point, he consumed all your thoughts, ridding you of the ability to form intelligible dialogue. “god, you have such pretty moans, fuck.”
his relentless praise caused you to clench around his cock, which made him make sluttier sounds than you, which was currently saying a lot. with your newfound voice, an endless cycle of pure ecstasy laid ahead, and it was better than any drug in that cross that thanos wore.
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apologies that this one is shorter than the others, but i felt it was best short and sweet! thanks for reading and for the recommendation! as always, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested!
have a good rest of your day/night lovelies!💋
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entitled-fangirl · 1 day ago
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Feel better.
Cregan Stark x wife!reader
SMUT SMUT SMUT
Summary: uh... Cregan relieves his wife's period cramps.
Warnings: blood, period stuff, cramps, fingering, p in v, making a bloody mess hehe, aftercare king!!!
A/n: Based on an ask!
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"C'mon," he tutted. "Get up, sweet girl. The North waits on you."
She groaned and rolled over to view him. In the light, he looked ethereal. She could stare at him all day. "The North waits on you, Cregan."
"And I wait on you. Therefore, we all wait on you."
"Fine," she groaned again, sitting up with Cregan's help. Truthfully, Cregan had pulled her up, but he let her think she was doing it of her own accord. 
He brushed her hair behind her ear. "There you are." His hand trailed down her neck, brushing the soft skin. "Oh," his voice lowered. "Is it time already?"
"What are y-" she didn't have to look. She could feel it.
Blood on the fabric of the bed and soaked into her nightgown. 
"Well," Cregan mused. "Suppose the North can wait on us a little longer."
"No. You should go."
His brow quirked down. "You feel alright?"
With a shake of her head, she flopped back down onto the bed. 
He chuckled and cooed at her. "My poor girl." He brushed a hand over her stomach, pushing gently to massage. But at her groan, he stopped. "How pitiful." He stood, leaning over and giving her a kiss before pulling his cloak over her shoulders. "I'll be back soon, alright? I'll cut petitions short and then I'll be yours."
True to his word, he appeared in their chamber again, throwing his cloak to the side without much thought. He spent time unlacing his boots, careful not to wake the half-asleep girl in the bed.
He lay in the bed next to her, pulling her into his chest and smiling when she shifted until she was comfortable. She stirred and finally opened her eyes. "Cregan?"
"Hm?" He asked. "What do you need?"
"Hurts," she muttered. "Hurts bad."
"Aw, c'mere." Though she was already near him, he lifted her onto him. He manhandled her until she straddled one of his legs, her torso resting against his. His hands massaged at her hips, pressing his thumbs into the skin and relieving the pressure. She let out a sinful groan against his neck. 
That continued for a while, the steady motion of Cregan's large hands rubbing her hips and stomach as she melted against him. 
Her breathing picked up, and her hips began to shift against his leg. 
Cregan's hands paused. Was she…?
He barely brought a leg up to brush against her. And surely enough, she whined deeply when it hit her core. "My love?" He questioned. 
"Please," she whined. 
He thought about it for a while. "Can I… Can I really help you, sweet girl?"
Her hips didn't stop, and her mouth began to gently nip at his neck. 
He wrapped a hand around her waist, the other on the back of her head. He flipped the two with ease, relishing in her soft pleases and whines. "Patience."
He adjusted the two, pulling her legs up to her chest in a stretch that made her groan. "I know," he cooed. He held her legs with one hand, pulling her nightgown up. "Let's take this thing off, hm?"
Managing it off her head, she laid bare, embarrassed and hurting. 
"I have you, my love. Keep your legs there." He forced her hands under her knees. "Just like that. For just a minute. It'll feel good."
He kept a hand on her stomach, between her legs, rubbing gentle circles.
With his other hand, he began to rub small circles on her clit. 
The sight was quite bloody, he wouldn't deny that. But he was a man. He'd fought and killed. 
Cregan Stark didn't mind blood.
Especially when it made her let out such pretty noises. 
He trailed that hand down to her slit, gently coaxing a finger in and cursing when it took him in so easily. It was a strange feeling, the warm blood coating his fingers and gushing around them. 
He'd talked to a friend about this once. Before he was married. He remembered what his friend said: Why have sex with them then if it won't give you a babe?
She wiggled and cursed appreciatively at him. She was tight. As he curled his fingers in, she was immediately overwhelmed, repeating a constant, "thank you, thank you" and "feels so good."
He had intended to just watch like this but when she began to beg for "more, Cregan. More, please," he knew he wouldn't leave her hanging.
That led to now.
He slowly rocked his hips into her, cursing at the ease in which he slid in. How was she so tight and yet taking him so easily? He could occasionally feel her tighten around him when he hit an especially sore spot. 
His lips didn't leave her face, tracing down her cheek, kissing her lips, leaving marks down her neck. He muttered sweet words under his breath. He knew she would be mortified when this was over, so the best he could do was give her reassurances now. "Feel so good," he whispered. "So perfect for me." "'M gonna help you out, hm?"
And once he felt her relax enough to take him completely, he began to really rock his hips. 
She pulled on his hair, letting out a grateful moan. "Don't stop," she sobbed. 
He kissed her cheeks, "I won't." His hand on her stomach froze. Fuck. 
He could feel himself through her- a small bulge felt under his fingertips.
He pressed down on his next thrust, intent on making her relax. 
She mewled, her voice giving out finally from the pressure and bliss and pain and all of it together. 
"You're gonna come when I say," he assured, taking complete control to let her give in.
She couldn't even deny him. She'd give him anything he wanted. 
"Can you do that?" He teased, pressing down of her stomach a bit harder. 
She mewled again, tears pricking in her eyes at the relief.
"So good," he praised. "Why don't you come for me. You earned it. Being so good. You'll feel better, pretty girl."
He felt her tighten around him and he cursed, pressing on her stomach to prolong the feeling for her.
"Feel a little better?" He asked gently as he set her on the bed.
She had drifted in and out of consciousness after their time together. Cregan had gotten her up and cleaned her up, bathing her carefully. 
Now, he sat behind her on the bed, brushing through her damp hair. 
She hummed a yes at him.
"Good," he mused. "That's good."
His brushing through her hair had become so relaxing that she began to drift off. Cregan caught her as she began to slump. He chuckled and tucked her in with a promise to stay by her side until she woke again.
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frostbitten-writer · 1 day ago
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It’s not a Reunion if you never left
Pairing: Ekko x gn!reader ( lovers, to enemies to lovers)
Tags + Warnings: No specific description of R; R has a gun; R and Ekko were dating in childhood (teenagers); ANGST/COMFORT -> SUGGESTIVE AT THE END
A/n: So what I realised is that you guys don’t like angst as much as I do, so I’ll give you the ‘fluff’ you deserve *wink wink* Plus what’s important, for the Plot, Ekko and R are a bit older (22-23 years old). Int the Childhood memories -> (14-15 years old)
Ekko knew too much about death and sacrifices, knew too much of all of the things Zaunites had to go through, he knew it because he, as well, lived it all through.
But when he saw you? You, the person he adored so much as a teenager. You, his childhood lover, the person he thought would be with him forever, you, that somehow disappeared or died… he didn’t know if his eyes were playing tricks. 
It was like seeing a ghost, seeing a person so familiar and yet seeing a complete stranger. You were still the same, but not quite how he remembered. Your face got a lot slimmer, your hair changed, and the clothes that were obviously made by you were hanging loosely on your form.
But your eyes.. the windows to life itself seemed so dim, the colour seemed to be so dark, your expression so harsh and rough, just like you now in general.
Eight years really did something to you, and even if he didn’t know what happened, he still felt the same tug to you, the feeling only you could radiate. The aura of acceptance and understanding was so foreign in Zaun, so whenever Ekko had the chance, he would bask in your presence, knowing that whatever that would happen, you could make it right. And then.. it all ended when you disappeared, or left.. He was so sure that you died, and his childish grief was unbearable. Late nights were spent crying in his bed, vows were whispered, quiet sobs of reassurance that everything will be good, that he will fight for you.
So when he saw you, safe and sound, he felt a bit fooled. What do you mean that eight years were spent grieving for a person that just.. simply left? His fingers twitched softly, the muscle memory absentmindedly ready to go for a tight hug. But he couldn’t, not when he didn’t even know why you were here.
“Look who came back from the dead.” He said mockingly, a sneer on his face as he watched your form in the distance.
“Look who’s talking with the dead,” You replied, nails tapping the gun that was fastened to your belt, a cool undertone to your voice. 
“You changed, Ekko..” You mused as you looked him up and down, eyes lingering and quickly moving from place to place. “What’s with the dirt on your face?” The mocking confusion was evident, and that made his jaw clench.
“Is that the only thing you have to say?! After all those years? Dirt on my face? Dirt is already a part of me in this rat hole! You’d know that if you hadn’t been gone, Toots!”
You watched his eyes widen in embarrassment, the nickname he’d give you while you were still children slipping effortlessly from his tongue.
“Ah.. the good old nickname, huh? Brings back old good memories.” You muttered and Ekko watched you take some steps closer to him, and he felt his heart beat harder with every step you took.
“The times we were together, Ekko..” You whispered as you stood right in front of him, your hand on your hip next to the gun.
“We were children, that would’ve changed…” He muttered in response. Lies, he didn’t believe that, his inner child was screaming otherwise, saying that if he tried a bit harder you’d stay.
“Yes, but those were the good times.. when we were children. Kind and innocent, not carrying the heavy blood on our hands.” Ekko watched you talk, words coming gracefully out of your mouth, the same way you’d tell him the solution.. to everything. To life itself.
“The times when we’d be inseparable, hip to hip. The time when we felt something-…” You continued to tell the stuff that came to mind, eyes filled with confusion as you stared down at the ground, your hand moving upwards to his chest, the barrel suddenly touching his heart. “- right here..”
The tip of the gun was cold against his chest, the cool feeling seeping through his shirt.
“We were stupid, nothing is eternal. We grew.” He looked at you as his jaw ticked, the gun to his heart not intimidating him at all.
“-And yet you still act like a child.” He suddenly added. “Leaving without a word and now pointing a gun that you don’t even know how to handle.”
You scoffed, the emotional side suddenly changed to irritation.
“Excuse you, I know how to handle a gun just right!” You exclaimed, eyes furrowing and eyes widening.
“Oh yeah? A person with a gun doesn’t hesitate to just shoot.”
“I could shoot just right, nerd.” You sneered, the pistol skimming up to his mandible.
“Don’t call me that,” He hissed, breath hitching at the feeling of the cold metal against his jaw. He’d be lying if the sensation wasn’t making him nervous, but not the usual nervous but another. The one that kinda makes you weak in the knees.
“Why not? You are a nerd, always have been.” You shrugged, the distance between your bodies almost invisible.
“Why don’t you shoot, huh? Show how great you are. I’m not scared of your lil’ gun” He mocked and took a small step forward, as if challenging you by standing even closer to the bullet.
“You should be.” 
He should be afraid, afraid to lose his life, but in the end he was more afraid to lose his mind with you. Why was he playing this game? Maybe or maybe not because he liked it…
“If I didn’t know better I’d say that you like pointing it at me..” He said with a strained voice, the last bit of his clear mind going to waste.
“Hm, maybe. But I’d say that I like pulling the trigger more..” You breathed out, not backing down.
You both knew what kind of a game you were playing, and maybe that was the point. The tension was palpable, electric.. nothing could quite describe it. The air was cold where you were standing, but none of you two could feel it due to your own reasons.
  “I could just-“  Your finger slowly moved to cock the gun, and yet he quickly snatched it and slammed his lips against yours, doing you both the favour of doing the first step. The kiss was filled with emotions, anger, hatred and yet relief that it was you.
It was a lot more different than the kisses you’d share in the past, it was quick, sloppy, but who cared? You surely didn’t, since you wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him flush against you. The pistol fell down with a clack but none of you paid attention, you had other stuff to do.
Ekko was still angry and frustrated, knowing that his grief was for nothing, but on the other hand it all was for nothing, you were there, in his arms, grip and lips to lips-. 
You never fully left when you never left his mind.
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izvmimi · 9 hours ago
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cw: fluff. one somewhat violent joke. reader and izuku are married.
It’s not that Izuku doesn’t treat you well - in fact, so well that sometimes it makes you antsy, like a dream that you’ve yet to wake up from - but the nagging sense that something is horribly wrong tears at you as you find the maître d stand of one of the swankiest restaurants in town. You’re still in work attire, having been asked by a text that was a little too somber to meet him at this exact location right after work.
This, on top of a Hey, can we talk today? I love you <3 text, is almost too much to bear.
Before you can be brought to your table, you can see your hapless husband at a table in the corner of the restaurant that appears somewhat deserted for privacy, sporting a smile on his face as he stands up and waves in your direction. He too, is still in work attire, his tie just slightly loosened, either to relax or because he was incessantly pulling at his neck like a nervous puppy as he waited for you. You can sense a little anxiety behind his smile - only you would be able to notice this - and thank the host as Izuku pulls out your chair for you before the host can do it, and then proceeds to tell you about the menu.
This is the first time you’ve seen Izuku since yesterday morning, when you both parted ways for work. Izuku had worked late and you’d fallen asleep before he’d come back; you slept in planning to open the clinic later today, noting that he was gone before you opened your eyes. 
Not without an I love you whispered into your ear with a forehead kiss you barely remember.
And yet, despite the fact that your husband loves you terribly, you’re suddenly very anxious.
Once you’ve ordered sparkling waters and cocktails, you finally lean in, unable to handle the suspense any longer.
“What’s going on, Izuku?”
Izuku looks uncharacteristically unsettled when you’re finally looking at him directly like this, and you notice his hands are not relaxed, hidden below the table. You wonder if he’s making nervous gestures with his fingers. You don’t like that at all.
“How about we get appetizers first?” he asks. “Are you hungry?”
He reaches for a piece of bread and butters it before attempting to hand feed it to you, and you give him a sharp look, but open your mouth regardless to accept it.
“What’s going on? You’re scaring the shit out of me,” you say between bites. He takes a bite of his own food, then looks around. Still abnormally skittish, you find yourself tensing up.
“Izuku…” you whisper under your breath. He gives you an appeasing smile, bigger still when the waiter shows up again with your drinks.
He waits until you take a sip of your drink first before reaching his right hand over on the table.  You’re hesitant to let him hold it, but you haven’t held hands in over 24 hours so you let him take it. A deep breath is let out from both of you in unison.
“So I have to tell you something-”
You genuinely feel your asshole tighten but you don’t let go. Izuku’s eyes are very serious now, eyebrows furrowed, and green eyes with nearly the same glow as you’ve seen before when he starts to use OFA.
“Don’t get mad at me. Please.”
You’re already mad. In fact, your heart is racing. 
This is it. He’s cheating on you. He’s moving to another country. Something messed up with your marriage certificate and you actually never got married and due to some loophole there’s an annulment clause that’s required to save a hundred children trapped in a glacier in Antartica. There’s an alien invasion and he has to deal with it. Maybe he’s pregnant. Maybe-
“So I lost my wedding band."
Your eyes widen and he recoils, a frown on his face. Scratching his head with his other hand, the left hand that is scarred and devoid of any wedding band, he looks genuinely distressed.
“I spent literally all of last night trying to find it, I think whatever quirk this guy used on me last night must have somehow managed to loosen it off my finger, and then I was so embarrassed coming home I didn’t want to risk telling you-” he pauses, and looks up again to check your reaction. You’re still frozen stiff, and he quickly holds both of your hands.
“Listen, I’ll get us a new set, and we’ll engrave them. We can even have another ceremony if you like. I am so, so, so sorry, honey, I didn’t think this would ever happen and I know you warned me not to go on patrol with it on, but it feels wrong to leave it at home and-”
“Izuku.”
He falls silent, and you pull your hand away gently. You can see him go absolutely pale, but you lean back into your chair, and finally let out the loudest sigh of relief.
“I thought I’d have to stab you.”
Izuku blinks.
“What?”
You sigh again, then start laughing, beginning with a short chuckle and then until you’re full blown giggling, watching his confused and disturbed face as he looks at you, then at the butter knife that is a little too within reach.
“What…”
Your laugh is nearly raucous now as if you were a madwoman.
“I was literally trying to figure out how much force I would need to get through that meaty chest of yours, this is truly so funny.”
Izuku pouts which only makes you giggle harder. Practically doubled over, you nearly laugh to tears, only to see that he doesn’t find it funny in the least.
“How is this funny?” he asks.
His arms are crossed over the aforementioned meaty chest, and the cute way with which he pouts only warms your heart.
“I imagined no less than 10 awful scenarios, and you’re here buttering me up because you think I’ll be mad you lost a piece of metal?”
He nearly clutches his pearls.
“A piece of metal?”
You nod, then smile, wiping your tears of laughter away.
“Even if you lost that very finger with the ring, you’d still be mine and I’d still be yours, as long as you wanted to be,” you insist. “I was so afraid you didn’t want to be anymore.”
He ponders for a moment, then looks at you. Reaching out for your hand, he squeezes it tightly then kisses it, once over your wedding band, and then once over the back of your hand.
“I guess I worried for nothing.”
You smile at him.
“So did I, clearly,” you offer. He lets out a sigh of relief as do you, then pulls you in for a kiss. Your waiter, impeccable timing clearly, shows up and clears his throat gently as you draw apart.
“Anything you want from the menu?”
You resettle yourself and your emotions, looking at your ridiculously sweet husband across the table again, remembering decidedly that he is not on the menu, then remember you haven’t looked at it at all.
As if Izuku reads your mind with a glance, he asks, 
“More time, please?”
If the waiter could roll his eyes, he would, and you don’t blame him, but he’s polite when he steps away to give you the time to stop wasting his time.
As soon as the waiter is out of sight, Izuku looks at you again, mischief in his eye.
“What about matching tattoo rings?”
You scrunch your mouth to the side.
“Perhaps cheesy…”
He frowns.
“But…” you start, dipping bread in seasoned oil and raising it to his lips. He bites and smiles at you, chewing.
“I’ll consider it, my love.”
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the-ace-with-spades · 2 days ago
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(this is inspired by a buddie post but doesn't relate at all to 911)
for once, they're not exes, they're could've-beens
The Daggers are loitering around the Hard Deck a few months after the mission and somehow the topic rolls onto how they all met each other
One way or another, Bob admits he had a huge crush on Phoenix for like the first few weeks when they met
And everyone teases him to the point he's getting a bit shy, so to not overdo it on him, Fanboy pops in and says that, Hey, I had a huge crush on Reuben when we met during training as well, it's not that bad.
And instead, everyone moans that it doesn't count because they're married and Payback is all 'oh you had a crush on me? that's so embarrassing' while Fanboy just rolls his eyes at him.
So Fritz is like, 'Pretty sure everyone on base but Halo knew I had a crush on her, I just kept saying the stupidest shit around her,' which prompts Harvard and Yale to quote more and more outrageous sentences while Halo nearly snorts up the beer she's drinking
Bob is still really red and really quiet so Phoenix, attempting to get him to relax about the whole thing and not make a big deal out of it is like, 'Yeah, it's normal, lots of people have crushes on their co-workers, especially when they spend hours on end together. Look at Bradshaw over here, he used to be Mr. Heart Eyes for Hangman, you could've done much worse."
Before she realizes that, you know, no one was supposed to know this, it's already out of her mouth.
Bradley kicks her under the table and fucking freezes, avoidings anyone's gaze and bites down the urge to bang his head on the table.
Because, you know, back when he and Jake were still in training, they had what Jake thought was a friendly rivalry - it was actually just Bradley doing stupid shit to impress him and it flying over, figuratively and literally, Jake's oblivious head. They spent a lot of time together and it was very easy for Bradley to let himself just be in the moment and not think about the crush thing so he kinda ignored and ignored and before he knew it, it had been years.
Shit changed when Jake started ditching their after-work meet-ups to hook up with one of the flight engineers with whom he developed a bit of a coworkers-with-benefits relationship. And Bradley had to watch and hear about it on almost every occasion, every day.
Bradley said to himself that enough is enough because the crush was becoming embarrassingly not-crush-like and he decided he was not being that lame and would move on. Easier said than done - he tried to distance himself but he and Jake worked together every day and were friends so eventually all Bradley could do was the good old out of sight, out of mind method and he transferred without telling Jake.
Which is why Jake was so pissed with him. Because, well, Bradley was the closest thing he had to a best friend before he met Javy, and he just left Jake behind without explanation, one day there, the next one already in Japan, like it was nothing. (Jake does not realize that but he did actually have a bit of a crush on Bradley back then as well, he certainly didn't see him the same way he sees Javy...)
So, no, Jake was never supposed to find out, definitely not now when they're kinda friends again.
So, when very disbelieving You had a crush on Hangman? is thrown at him a few times and Jake is just staring at him from across the table saying nothing, Bradley pulls a lie out of his ass.
"He had a nice ass, nice smile, and very nice tits. I was young and stupid. It's not that big of deal."
It raises some eyebrows and snickers. "Seriously?"
"I found him hot, what's so surprising in that? We all have eyes."
There is a second of confusion but then everyone kinda nods along because, well, Jake is objectively attractive. "I thought he was hot, I wanted to impress him but instead we just got into a pissing contest of who is better at this or that and then I just, moved on."
"So, when did you stop crushing on him?"
"When I realized how big of a mouth he had on him," Bradley says, which is the biggest lie he's ever said - he liked Jake's big mouth an embarrassing amount. "Just couldn't stop yapping on and on."
This finally fucking awakes Jake enough to protest, "I don't yap."
And thankfully, the topic smoothly moves onto bullying Jake.
Bradley ignores the whole fucking thing because if he doesn't, he's going to get bitter, and if he gets bitter, he'll have to admit to himself why. And he's moved on, okay, he was fine all this years he's spent in Japan, he's fine now. It's not like Jake would ever give him a second glance anyway.
Meanwhile, Jake comes back home that night and can't sleep. Because Bradley thought he was hot. Bradley had a crush on him.
Or rather Bradley had thought Jake was hot, Bradley had a crush on him - past tense. He didn't even know this was an option and now he missed it, apparently by years.
And he can't stop thinking about it because he could have Bradley and he keeps imagining how their life could look right now if he didn't miss his chance when he had it. And every time he sees Bradley, he gets a reminder - it's all past tense, chance missed, nothing he can do about it, Bradley had moved on.
And Bradley notices that Jake is now acting weird around him, all quite and staring at him when he thinks he can't notice but avoiding him as best as he can any other time. And Bradley can only find one variable that changed just as Jake's started getting weird around him - and that's finding out that Bradley had a crush on him.
So that's great.
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alice-driver · 2 days ago
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Luke Castellan x fem!reader
Don’t Tell Me No
Summary: No matter what you ask of Luke, he’ll always do it because he simply can’t say no to you, “his best friend.” Friends-to-lovers, happy ending.
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Specifications: Content is for all audiences. The reader has no physical characteristics, and their cabin is not specified in the story to make it easier for the reader to identify with the character. Thank you.
I don’t speak English, so there might be grammatical errors here, sorry :(
(Let me know if you notice anything, and I’ll fix it.)
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To everyone at Camp Half-Blood, it was obvious that Luke and you weren’t just friends, but whenever someone asked about your relationship, you both denied it, insisting you were “just friends.” To everyone else, your mutual feelings were crystal clear—except to you two.
This was reinforced by the way Luke treated you. Whatever you asked, he never said no. Why would he? Why would he refuse when you were his everything? Maybe he spoiled you too much, but who cared? If you asked for the moon, he’d pull it down from the sky and hand it to you without hesitation. Maybe that’s why you always asked him for so much. Every day, without fail, you’d ask him for something—a favor, sometimes several in one day—and he never refused. No matter the circumstances, he’d always say yes because you were his world. You knew this, which is why you took advantage of it—not just to spend time with him, but because you wanted to feel loved by him. And you were, but you needed constant affirmation.
“Luke! Carry me to my cabin,” you demanded one evening. He’d had a long, tiring day—something you didn’t know—but he didn’t mind. It was you, after all, and he’d do anything for you. Without a second thought, he scooped you up into his arms like a princess.
As he walked toward your cabin, you gently swung your feet back and forth, played with the short hair on the back of his neck, and planted soft kisses on his skin. It was normal for you two, the “best friends.” To Luke, it still gave him the same nerves it had the first time. He wished those moments could last forever, but soon you arrived at your cabin.
“We’re here. Sweet dreams, princess,” he said softly as he set you down carefully, as if you were something fragile. His calm, steady voice sounded perfect against the quiet of the camp at night.
You smiled as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You loved when he did things like that; it made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“Rest well, Luke,” you replied. Your smile was like the sweetest honey to Luke’s heart. It was the reason behind his special treatment of you. Every time he gave you something, he’d receive that smile in return, and it made his chest feel warm. He felt special, knowing he was the only one who could make you smile like that.
The next day, you spent most of your time without seeing Luke, which soured your mood. You finished the tasks you’d been assigned, but none of them overlapped with his.
It wasn’t until lunchtime that you finally spotted him from afar. Triumphant, you grabbed your tray and made your way over to him with an excuse ready.
“Luke, give me your grapes. They look sweeter than mine.” Without hesitation, he reached for his plate to give them to you, but Chris interrupted.
“Why should he give them to you?”
You’d never been questioned before, and the situation felt horrible and embarrassing. It seemed like Chris had said it loud enough for the entire camp to hear. You didn’t know what to say or do. Chris had never interfered between you and Luke before.
“You don’t want to, Luke?” Your voice came out as a soft, nervous whisper as you looked to him for reassurance. Luke, meanwhile, stared angrily at Chris.
You’d never stopped to think if Luke was okay with everything you asked of him.
“Shut up, Chris,” Luke snapped before swapping his grapes for yours and placing them on your tray. His heart nearly broke when he saw the sad look on your face. He’d never do anything to upset you. All he wanted was to make you happy.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Enjoy the grapes,” he said in the same soft, understanding tone he always used with you. His reassuring smile told you everything was fine.
“Thank you, Luke.” His nickname for you felt comforting, and you managed a small smile before rolling your eyes at Chris, who wasn’t pleased to see you getting your way. You turned and went back to your cabin’s table.
Once Luke was sure you were seated and eating, he turned to Chris, furious at how he’d treated you.
“What’s your problem? Why’d you talk to her like that?”
“Don’t you see it? She just treats you like her servant.”
Luke thought carefully before responding. “And so what if she does?”
Chris stared at him in shock. He knew Luke was a lost cause.
The conversation continued, with Chris trying to reason with him—a task Luke didn’t appreciate.
Taking a deep breath, Luke replied, “Look, Chris, if I wanted to say no, I would. But I don’t want to.”
“You’re a fool in love,” Chris said, shaking his head.
Luke tried to hide his blush, clearing his throat before responding, “In love? No, she’s just my—”
“Yeah, yeah, your best friend. I’ve heard it a thousand times. You’re blind, man,” Chris interrupted.
Chris’s words planted a seed of doubt in Luke’s mind, though he already knew the answer.
He was in love with you.
After lunch, you searched the camp for Luke, but he was nowhere to be found. You began to feel insecure, wondering if your requests had finally bothered him.
You spent the rest of the day finishing your tasks with little enthusiasm. Your mind was swirling with questions: “What if he doesn’t want me anymore?” or “Does he hate me now?”
Luke, meanwhile, spent his day distracted, thinking of you. His questions were different: “How can I tell her how I feel?” and “Does she feel the same way?”
There was supposed to be a campfire that evening, but you had no energy to attend. Your siblings tried to convince you to go, but you declined, and they didn’t push further.
Luke had made up his mind to confess his feelings that night. But when he didn’t see you at the campfire, he grew worried. After learning from your siblings that you’d stayed in your cabin, he quickly headed there.
You were lying on your bed, having taken advantage of the solitude to shower and change into your pajamas. Wrapped in a blanket, your legs were curled beneath you as your head rested on your knees. You were starting to feel sleepy, your damp hair sticking slightly to your skin in the warm night air.
Hearing a knock at the door, you assumed it was one of your siblings. Groggy, you got up, wrapped your blanket around your shoulders, slipped on your slippers, and opened the door without checking who it was. Then you returned to your bed.
Luke stood at the door, surprised by your indifference to his presence. Summoning his courage, he softly called your name, his voice louder than he’d intended in the silent room.
Hearing his voice, you quickly get up, making yourself dizzy with the sudden motion. Luke noticed immediately and hurried to your side. You sat back down on your bed, and he followed suit.
“I didn’t realize it was you. Sorry, I was falling asleep,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper after hours of silence. Luke found it amusing.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I was worried when I didn’t see you at the campfire,” he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“I just didn’t feel like going,” you replied, unable to hide a smile at his gentle gesture.
“Why not? You usually love those events,” he said, then continued before you could respond, “It’s when we get to spend the most time together.”
He was right. Between training, chores, and duties, the campfires were when you could truly be together. His words made you feel guilty.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, his tone kind as he softly stroked your hair. “I just thought you’d be there. Without you, it wasn’t fun,” he confessed.
His admission surprised you, and your cheeks turned pink.
“I’m sure you could have fun with Chris,” you teased. Luke chuckled.
“Chris isn’t fun.” This made you laugh.
“I don’t think he likes me very much,” you said.
“He’s just like that. He doesn’t understand,” Luke replied. You looked at him, confused. Noticing this, he took your hand in his.
“Doesn’t understand what?” you asked. Luke had been hoping you’d ask. He took a deep breath, carefully choosing his words.
“He doesn’t understand…” He paused, nerves overwhelming him. “He doesn’t understand that I’d do anything for you because…” This was harder than he’d thought.
“Because?” you prompted, though deep down, you already knew the answer.
“Because you’re everything to me,” he said, adding your name. You’d never liked the sound of your name as much as you did in that moment, spoken by him. “I like you,” he admitted.
You didn’t know what to say, but actions spoke louder than words. You moved closer, placing a hand on his cheek before pressing a soft, slow kiss to his lips. Though the kiss was brief, it told him everything he needed to know.
“I like you too, Luke,” you whispered, your faces still inches apart. Both of you were blushing, looking like the love-struck fools you truly were.
“I feel so silly now. I thought you hated me because I always ask you for so much,” you confessed, embarrassed. His hands never left yours, keeping you close.
“Hate you? How could I? You’re my everything. I’d never say no to you, and I’d do anything you asked if it meant seeing you happy.”
This time, it was Luke who leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, tender kiss that lasted much longer than the first.
When you finally pulled away, you asked him something you’d wanted to for a long time.
“Luke, will you be my boyfriend?” Your question caught him off guard, but he couldn’t deny the joy it brought him.
“Yes, princess” he said, both of you laughing as he brought your hands to his lips kissing with a romantic tenderness.
“Luke, kiss me.”
“I could never say no to you,” he replied, cupping your face in his hands before giving you the most romantic, heartfelt kiss you could imagine.
The next day, you two were even more affectionate than usual, making it obvious you’d finally taken the leap.
“Finally, man?” Chris approached Luke, asking the question everyone wanted to know.
“Finally. We’re dating,” Luke replied confidently, happiness radiating from him as he watched you from across the camp.
“See? All you needed was a little push,” Chris teased.
Maybe Chris didn’t dislike you as much as you thought.
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amorchai · 2 days ago
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𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑.
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pairing(s): tasm!peter parker x reader
words: 902
warnings/tags: high school sweetheart vibes, dares.
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“we’re helping you out,” is what your friends had said, a bored lunch game of truth and dare took a step too far, at the expense of you and your crush. lunch was nearing an end, the bell soon to ring and dignify the start of classes, or as you knew peter had, a free period.
you had spent too much time stalling. ever since they had dared you to kiss him you sat in your seat in the cafeteria, staring at the poor boy whose head was too stuck in his book and drinking the strawberry milk from the small carton to even notice.
you had met him on the first day of middle school and ended up in the same high school, your long-term crush. it felt like a book in itself, getting to go to the same school as the boy you fell for, but beside the small talk and smiles in the hall, you were too shy to do anything.
“he’s getting up, you need to do it now.” you cover your eyes while shaking your head, turning away as he picks his head up to stuff his book back in his bag and politely clear up the table, sending the dinner lady a quick wave.
“i can’t, he’ll think i’m crazy,” you state, whisper-shouting beneath your hands. one of your friends grip your forearm with a shake to pull your hold away, “i’m so sure he likes you too,” you tut in disapproval while sitting back.
you lock eyes with him, he’s swinging his bag over his shoulder and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. peter smiles as he passes, a nice nod sent in your direction which is already enough to make you weak in the knees.
“i can’t kiss him in front of the school,” you say after he passes. your friends groan in disagreement, guiding you off the seat and ushering your bag over your shoulder as they force you out the dinner hall and through the corridors leading to peter’s locker.
by the time you make it there, he’s punching in his numbers to open the door, swinging it to reveal the little movie stumps and band stickers across the inside. with another push, your friends nudge you forward, hiding behind the corner wall to peek over as you finally walk towards him.
you feel speechless, knowing what you’re about to do, and instead of talking, you anxiously tap his shoulder while he moves textbooks from his bag and into the locker. collecting his skateboard from inside, his curious glance turns into a soft smile when he notices you. 
“oh hey, y/n. what’s up?” peter asks, turning his body to face you while slamming his locker shut. instead of replying, with the last smidgen of confidence slowly fizzling, you hold onto the scruff of his jacket while leaning up to kiss him.
as you push into him, the nervous movement of your lips faltering against peter’s, his back is pressed against the locker while his widened eyes quickly close to the feeling. you hear the sound of his skateboard hit the floor beneath you before his hands cup your face, his lips responding against yours.
his skateboard could be rolling away now, but peter doesn’t care as he revels in the feeling of your lips against his. turning into a needy makeout, unable to tear away from each other, if peter didn’t have a hold of your face, you were sure you would be falling to the ground.
you don’t know how long it goes on for, time stopping for a moment from the intensity of a spark between you both through the kiss. but the screeching sound of the bell causes you to pull back, lifting your eyelids to see a flushed peter who keeps his eyes shut for a moment longer.
but once they do, his brown eyes gazing into yours, you feel the embarrassment course through you. people start to flood the halls, your bodies moving so your still questionably close and his arms fall to his side after a squeeze to your jaw.
“you don’t know how many times i’ve actually dreamed of that,” peter admits lowly to you, awaiting the giggle from your lips before chuckling fondly himself. your head falls into his chest in a means to hide your face, his body vibrating in laughter lost in the chatter of students around.
“i’ve never seen you so bold before,” peter continues, into your ear as a means of teasing you further. therefore, you pull away with a guilty expression looking back at hm, “my friends made me do it, because i’ve always had this massive crush on you.”
you fail to notice the prideful glint in peter’s eyes at the mention of being your crush, something he’s willing to discuss later, on a date perhaps. “well, let’s keep giving them what they want, yeah?” peter murmurs quietly, a small ‘hmm?’ emitting from your throat which is broken when peter’s fingers force your chin to face him once again. this time your shocked at the feeling of peter’s lips against yours, a quick kiss settled to your mouth. much smaller due to the crowd of people walking past, but enough for your eyes to follow peter’s frame as he walks away with a wink, leaning down for his skateboard while promising to discuss it later.
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pricegouge · 7 hours ago
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In Your Web
part two - masterlist
nikolai x f!reader
cw: stalking, mention of alcohol, male masturbation MDNI
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By all accounts, you need a return address to ship to Latvia.
Rather, you need a return address to ensure your package doesn't get opened by customs, where agents will laugh at best, or steal your panties at worst. Maybe even steal your DNA? To what end, anyway? No! Worse than that - what if they used their connections to trace the package back even without your address and -?
One is predictably unsympathetic. 
» Then send it with one.
It doesn't surprise you that he thinks you're that dumb. 
You toy with the idea of leaving a random address in the return spot and cringe when you imagine a surly Russian man accosting some random family four states over. It's a mental image you carry with you over the next week, playing it on repeat every time you get cut off in traffic, or you find a coworker has pissed on the toilet seat without cleaning it up. Once, you even catch yourself thinking of it when a particularly annoying regular dominates your feed during a regularly scheduled live performance.
But One is not your knight in shining fiber optic cable. Neither do you actually wish to inflict him on anyone.
So you send it without a return address, watch the shipping updates closely, and feel your stomach slowly boil when it sits for five business days at an importing station. Evidently, One watches it as well.
» You did not do as I asked.
He's uninterested in your offer to refund his money - half now, half later. All you can manage.
» If I wanted my money back I would simply cancel my subscription and request a chargeback from the service.
» I want what I purchased.
Talk of chargebacks makes you flighty. There are only two things you know about One, those being that he is very wealthy, and very rude. The bane of all customer service operators. You don't think it's likely the service would honor a reimbursement for a tip issued over a week ago, but it's not something you want to risk seeing as, unlike your plan to split his reimbursement, OnlyFans would reach into your bank account with the cold unfeeling hand of a multi-million dollar company and steal it back all at once, a prospect you simply can't afford at this time, as embarrassed as you are to admit. Long ago you'd made a promise to yourself that any and all large tips received from this side gig would go immediately toward paying off debts - student loans, ill advised credit cards you'd taken out while still living off said loans. It was a decision that had done you nothing but good up until this very moment, when his money was already spent and you were staring down the barrel of having to pay him back using your own funds.
Or, barring that, he could cancel his subscription and not only get a chargeback for the remainder of his pay period (probably the year, knowing him - you'd have to check) but you'd also stand to lose your best customer. One you're not entirely sure how you managed to land in the first place and one whose income you'd likely never manage to replace. Already, One's singlehandedly paid off an entire card for you, and until now he's showed no signs of stopping.
« i'll fix it
It's a bold promise to make when you have no recourse, but one you don't see your way out of making.
» No, I will.
For as much as the line had made you nervous at the time, One does not make any overt moves to follow up on it that you can see. Lapses into an uncharacteristic sort of radio silence for a time. He even skips the next few liveshows, something that strikes you as very unlike him. One does not seem the type of man to let a service he's already paid for go unused. The first night it's kind of nice, seeing as he has an annoying little habit of just paying the target price within the first ten minutes because he 'doesn't have time for this' (funny, how he always has enough time to request a private cam after) but then it's three shows later and you've barely raised anything because, apparently, all your other customers are used to sitting back and reaping the benefits of One's impatience. Something you'll have to address. He stays out of your DMs, too. Offers no tips in exchange for personal requests.
You'd be lying if you said it doesn't light a fire under your ass, gets you chatting with other creators searching for ideas on how you can fix the situation. People much smarter than you say to cut your losses and just refund him. Be done with it. But mostly it just leaves you with a large level of concern. You know these people aren't dumb, but you can't imagine the level of trust they've placed in some of their own favorite customers. Maybe it's because they're lucky enough to have attracted nice people, or at least people with enough social aptitude to know how to pretend to be nice. Something to be said for One, he's never once let you forget he's not the sort of man you should trust with your personal information.
Finally, inspiration strikes in the form of another stupid suggestion, one creator admitting they've put their work address in the return slot. They do not comment on whether or not they used their legal name, but given their stage name contains the word anal, you have to assume.
No desire to let One know where you work, or even the town you're from, you begin to think about other nameless faceless organizations you can use as a fall back instead, finally settling on a random Walmart two states over. You use your stage name and post it, sending One the new tracking number along with a free vid of you getting the replacement pair all messy in hopes that he returns immediately to his normal spending.
Of course, he doesn't so much as thank you. When another two pass with no contact, you begin to grow concerned. You triple check your account to make sure he hasn't unsubbed, but he's still right there at the top - even with no tips given in over a week.
He's disappeared for a few days in the past, but this is different. You think. Or maybe it's not. You wouldn't know seeing as you don't know him. Seeing as he's never given an excuse for his absences. Not that you'd ever asked… It's normal to be worried for someone you talk with nearly every day, right? You don't know him, sure, but you'd be a bit worried if your favorite barista from the shop you frequent just up and left one day. And your income doesn't even depend on her.
Perhaps that's why you break character when he finally resurfaces, the joy on your face when you see his handle pop into chat the next night genuine. Your giddiness is infectious, even. At least one other regular bothering to welcome him back when you stop your stream dead just to say hi. Foam falls around you, slips over your bare skin down to the tarp laid over the floor where already a good foot of it has accumulated like a blanket of snow. It was an idea you'd been quite proud of, always a fan of a simple dance party. The foam machine was a small expense given the high engagement you've received so far, your subscribers happy enough to watch you shake your ass while covered in soap bubbles and glow sticks. The machine had already paid for itself, but now that One was back, you couldn't help the building hope that you'd even meet your goal for the night, which could make for a pleasant weekend full of meeting friends for drinks.
"Glad to see you're alive. Was getting a little worried about you," you grin, settling back into your roll easily. You pinch your tits between your arms as you mime snapping on a pair of gloves. "Got thinking maybe it was time for a visit from your favorite nurse."
But One is not feeling very playful tonight, if he ever is.
» Check your phone.
You huff and kick some foam at the camera obnoxiously, pleased when it falls short and hits the TV it's mounted on top of instead. You don't need to kill the mood even further by stopping to clean your lens. You eye it now, pretend you're staring up at him defiantly when you refuse, tell him you're in the middle of something with one hand snaking down your belly. On the TV below, large enough you can read even from the middle of the floor, you watch the feed as they would see it: yourself on the left while the chat bubbles in excitement on the right, egging you on. You nod at them, a silent promise, check to make sure your position looks good and that you've got a smattering of foam on you, at least enough to keep some mystery for them to unravel as the show continues -
» Now.
Irritation doesn't sell well, but sometimes you can package it as chastisement. "Play nice," you caution, voice whistling through clenched teeth. It's not One's thing specifically, but there are other regulars who you know will eat it up. "Gotta learn to share."
But One goes above and beyond simply not liking being nagged at.
He waits until your fingers are just barely tracing your thatch of curls, movement from your laptop screen catching your eye. You drop pretenses entirely when a new window opens, your private chat with One maximized so you cannot possibly miss it. Carving a path through the accumulated foam, you slink out of the field of view of the mounted camera, show long forgotten as you approach your laptop, mounting fear confirmed as you watch your mouse move across the screen of it's own accord to hit play on the video he'd evidently sent you while you were otherwise occupied.
You know what it will be based on the thumbnail, but it shocks you anyway. The panties he holds look like nothing more than candy floss in his thick fist, wrapped around a fat cock so tightly the lace is stretched. Distorted. It's weird, the things you notice when adrenaline bends time. The camera work isn't great, doesn't let you see his the root of his cock or even his belly. Its focus shifts a few times, undecided if it wants to settle on the display before it or the dark hardwood below. He wears a watch, a simple leather band nestled in a pelt of dark hair. His knuckles are dusted too, hiding the glint of a thick gold band on his pinky. Uncut, thick. He grunts the next time his foreskin pulls back enough to reveal his glistening head and your breath stutters with his when the lace catches, synthetic fibers relaxing back into a recognizable pattern as he eases them off, untangles it from his grasp to flatten against the table, flimsy gusset laughably small framed between the thumb and forefinger of his free hand.
His native tongue spills from him like his seed, molten and thick. Language, even if you can't understand it, is enough to tug at you and you yelp, your brief moment of shock fracturing enough to compel you into movement.
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Nik likes the way the suds paint her, the rainbow foam a nice contrast with her skin. It slides down the valleys of her body naturally, highlighting recesses he'd previously been unaware of. Pesky self consciousness, always framing herself so carefully to hide away the bits she think he won't like. They won't like, he supposes.
He's never minded sharing. Nature of the beast, paying for it. But he doesn't see why he should have to suffer the same experience as these others, not when he gives so much more.
It was one of the first issues that had lead him to this little perversion, the impersonal uniformity. The self-editing. He pays to see her body, not the careful curation of videos and stills which she deems tasteful enough. So he settles in behind the wrong camera most nights, his field of view lower. Off center. Only watches the proper stream - the one he actually pays for - when she looks dead at the camera to talk to him, ring light glowing eerily in her irises.
Close enough, for now.
He's logged into a burner account while he works himself up, watching as she bounces around her room to an obnoxious beat. Her audio mixing is off tonight, the club music she plays just a hair too loud. He likes to watch from alternate accounts sometimes, likes to see how well she fights her dismay when these other viewers struggle to collectively pay her bills. She's more likely to grant him special requests the longer he waits to show up, he's learned. Off the menu orders, she calls them. Cute, but not what he's looking for tonight.
Her thong hangs from the corner of his screen. He hates to have already ruined it, but consoles himself with the knowledge she'd been sweet enough to send him another pair. They won't smell as good, he's sure. Another censure she'll have placed on herself. None of the sweat from having been worn all day. But she tried. Wanted to please him. Desperate thing.
It's laughable, thinking Latvian customs would be able to stop him from acquiring what's his, but it's not like she would know that. It's why he prefers small, no-name performers like her. So unsuspecting. Passably genuine, smile growing on her face when he switches to his regular account, the one she has memorized. It makes his cock twitch, excitement growing when she showers him in attention, singles him out in the middle of her show. Forgets to keep dancing, even. As she should. He wonders if he paid for her new toy, the noisy machine currently leaving soap scum on her walls. Wonders if she'll let him pay for it again or if she'll have him summarily blocked within minutes. It won't matter, of course, but he's excited to see how she'll unfold. Another off-menu order. One more bridge too far.
What she gets, taking so much of his money yet never offering more. He just wants to see sides of her no one else has.
It's hard to control himself when she starts to get catty, shows her teeth. He'd imagined stretching this moment out a bit more, thoroughly ruining the mood for all other viewers. But when she looks right at her camera and tells him to behave, his breath goes ragged, and he has to let go of his cock to show the little bitch better - taking over her laptop to bring up the video he'd sent, a low grumble building in his chest like a warning when she slinks closer, as if proximity will give her a better understanding.
Three monitors, one for every angle of his omniscience. On the right, the chat in her official feed grows annoyed as she walks out of frame, a few of them even accusing him of foul play. Hero-types. He's going to enjoy watching them try to comfort her if she doesn't delete her account entirely after tonight - after he mouses over the video displayed on his middle screen, the mirror of her own laptop. On his left, she looms closer, expression open and honest in a way he's not seen it yet. Painted in the blue light of her monitor, it contrasts garishly with the heavy makeup she'd applied for the show, all warm-toned to match her pink neons; catches on the tiny pockets of popped soap bubbles which fleck over her cheek. It's not a good look, one she'd likely touch up before even taking a selfie for her Instagram account, a post-show teaser meant to make potential viewers feel like they'd missed out. And now that he's seen it, he knows how much he's been missing out, fist working over his cock with renewed vigor as he imagines all the ways he wants to see her now, all the ways he can, even if -
He fights the cursor when she tries to take control, but she's clever enough to know some keyboard commands. His right monitor blinks back to her profile when she cuts the feed, the middle one slowly returning to her home screen as she closes out of each window. She pulls away quickly after, palms clamped over her jaw as she breathes through the panic, soft belly caving with each pant. Foam still spews from the machine, dye having run out. It catches in her hair, paints her skin milky. He has half a mind to open a word doc on her computer, tell her she should skip the dye next time, the white more suggestive.
Doesn't get a chance. Cums when she scrambles back to the desk, his left monitor dropping the feed when she smartens up and rips the battery out of her laptop.
Left languid and lazy, he tracks her movements across her socials from his bed, thumbing through his phone. Detached, he watches her accounts blink out one after the other. A small city going dark under the approach of his hele. She deletes some outright, settles for blocking him on others. Even issues an apology to her viewers from a site she doesn't know he even has an account on. It's vague, boring. Doesn't mention him. He gets an email around midnight, her time, telling him to expect a refund for the remaining term of his payment, but is pleased to find her account still in place when he checks from a burner. The save of her live show is taken down shortly after, but he's not worried. Had it saved locally.
Can't rely on strangers from the Internet to behave, after all
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greyeyedmonster-18 · 1 day ago
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Five Times Sirius Black Fucked James Potter and One Time He Didn't
(a slytherin!sirius au... part 5/5. read parts one, two, three, and four.)
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“Well, I barely recognized you, Professor. What a surprise to see you here,” James said, clapping Sirius on the back between the shoulder blades. It was a lie. A bad one. James knew it was. Because he had walked into the Three Broomsticks and immediately recognized the dark curls  and broad shoulders sitting at the bar. And had only bought time over in the corner by his friends so it didn’t look like he immediately recognized him. He joined in the idle chit-chat, keeping an eye on Sirius the entire time, before making the excuse to go say hello to his son’s professor.
Briefly.
It would be brief. 
Lies, lies, lies. Nothing with Sirius Black was ever brief. 
But Sirius wasn’t wearing his teaching robes. He wasn’t in an expensive suit, or robes, or the usual attire James saw him in. Instead, a simple long sleeve t-shirt, pushed up to his elbows and all his forearm tattoos visible. A leather jacket was hanging off the back of his chair. And commenting on Sirius being outside of the usual settings they interacted in, seemed like the safest bet.
Sirius turned toward him, raising an eyebrow playfully, “End of the term. I am officially off the clock.”
“Celebrating?”
“Something like that.”
“I’m just over there,” James said, turning over his shoulder to look at his friends and colleagues gathered at a table in the corner, “You should come join us.”
Sirius laughed shortly, “No.”
“What? You’re just going to sit here alone?”
“Yes.”
“That can’t be much fun.”
“On the contrary, I love being alone. Ideal situation would be if this bar were completely empty. I’d help myself to the whiskey behind the bar if it were legal and pay for the staff to take the hours off,” Sirius replied, taking a sip of his drink, cheeky smile over the rim of his glass. James had come to learn that Sirius Black had one hell of a bark, and James had spent the better part of two decades on the receiving end of it, but had very little bite. Like a dog growling while playing tug of war. At least in James's experience. Always curious if he was the exception or the rule in Sirius’s world. 
“Haven’t sent me away yet,” James teased, pulling out the stool next to Sirius at the bar, 
“Well, you’re good company,” Sirius said plainly, raising his eyebrows and taking another sip of his drink. 
The exception.
James preferred it that way. 
“That was…nice.”
“I have my moments.”
“Let me buy you a drink.”
“Go back to your friends, Potter.”
James waved his hand toward his group of friends, “They see me enough. I mean it, let me buy you a drink.” 
Sirius turned toward James though, setting down his glass, “No.”
“I don’t even have to drink it with you just let me--”
“Let me finish, Potter,” Sirius said, holding up a hand to cut James off, “Before you go into one of frustrated rants and go on about how irritating I am, you cannot buy me a drink is because I always buy. That’s a non-negotiable,” James opened his mouth again, and Sirius gave him another pointed look, “and before you ask why, it’s because, as you love to remind me, I have piles of galleons and there is more than enough to go around.” Sirius put his hand down and finished the remainder of the drink in his glass.
More than enough to go around.
James thought back to the pairs of socks, and trousers and the time he had grabbed Sirius’s sweater while dressing when they were still in school together. Sneaking around. James always in an embarrassed hurry to leave, head spinning and unable to keep track of his belongings. At the time, it annoyed James, because Sirius was always so put together and seemed to know exactly where his uniform shirt was and where his socks had landed. In retrospect, Sirius had saved James several times from walking back to his dorm, sweaty feet in leather shoes. Sirius never asked for anything back. Keep it.
James thought about the cup of tea Sirius made him the night before his wedding. The hot shower. Sirius pulling out luxurious soap hidden in his bathroom cabinets, never asking for anything in return.
The ward at St. Mungo’s. The funds provided to Hogwarts and other wizarding schools around the country. 
And now this.
“Nothing to say? No rebuttal?” Sirius asked, “Have I finally rendered the great James Potter speechless?”
James nudged Sirius with his shoulder, “You’re still a prick. Even if…you surprise me by having a consistently generous mindset.”
“So, I’ll buy you a drink,” Sirius said firmly. A statement, not even a hint of a question. James’s stomach squirmed.
“By all means, Black,” James sat back, gesturing to the bar, watching as Sirius raised his hand to get the barmaid's attention. Without even asking, Sirius had ordered another whiskey on ice and a butterbeer, and James blinked in his direction.
“The whiskeys for me, don’t worry, Potter.”
“No, I know, how did you know I don’t drink?”
“There have been occasions where I’ve listened while you were speaking.” Definitely the exception. James’s stomach flipped again. “Now why’d you want to buy me a drink, exactly?”
“Good company,” James grinned, doing his best to recover quickly “And…I’ve got a really happy kid. I wasn’t sure how it was going to pan out, with him in Slytherin, but he’s…made friends, who aren’t all little brats, and he’s doing well in school and is on the Quidditch team, even. He’s…happy, and he’s thrivin,g and I feel like you might have something to do with that.”
“Might?”
“He speaks of you..a lot. Professor Black, this and Professor Black, that in his letters. No eleven year old should be this interested in Astronomy,” James said, and Sirius chuckled softly, “Without even physically being there, you’re there in my home. Are you happy with that?”
“Quite,” Sirius grinned back, nodding to the bartender as they returned their drinks. James watched as Sirius’s hand reached forward to give James his butterbeer first before taking his own drink. The gold watch on Sirius’s wrist was familiar now. So were the growing tattoos that trickled onto the top of his hand and wrapped around his fingers, having seen them in the parent-teacher conferences held throughout the term, but it didn’t make them less exciting. Intriguing. “Cheers, Potter.” Sirius raised his glass, holding eye contact with James as their drinks made a small clink together.
James took a drink of his butterbeer, running through conversation starters in his head, not wanting this interaction to finish just yet, not wanting his friends to notice his absence and have him not be in the middle of an animated conversation that simply couldn’t be disrupted. 
“Okay, you’re off the clock, not a professor anymore?”
“I’m not sure it works that way, if someone needed assistance, wouldn’t you help them?” Sirius asked.
“Sure, but I don’t think anyone in this pub will be asking for an astronomy lesson anytime soon, though I’m sure they’re riveting.”
“I’m off the clock,” Sirius confirmed.
“Then I have to know,” James started, “Is Snape still a slimy arsehole? And how pissed was he when you were given the Head of House position? I think I would’ve paid money--no, I would’ve had you pay money-- for me to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. He’s been teaching there for years, hasn’t he? You come in and take over. Do you think he cried? Do you think if we found a journal, he’d have a whole page dedicated to the moment you ruined his career?” James could’ve stopped talking. James could’ve asked one question and let Sirius answer. 
Except.
Sirius’s smile grew the longer he spoke, and Sirius started laughing. And through all the parent-teacher conferences and run-ins at Quidditch games in the past year, James learned that Sirius Black had the best laugh on the planet, and there was very little James wouldn’t say or do, to get him laughing. To keep him laughing. 
And James couldn’t decide what was worse.
Wanting to fuck your son's professor into the ground.
Or simply having a sickening, schoolboy crush on your son's professor.
And having to sit through meetings, pretending his heart wasn’t racing and wasn’t distracted by curls and cheekbones and long eyelashes. And waiting to see if a letter would come that day because days when he received post from Professor Black were the best days James would have (aside from days he received post or a mirror call from Harry). 
At least when they were meeting up, hooking up, and ravaging each other senseless, there was a point and an end, and James knew that he could walk out a door and not think about it twice. But the slow conversations, and the laughter, and the getting to know Sirius Black was devestating.
Because Sirius was smart, and it no longer annoyed James.
Because Sirius was quick, and funny, and James wanted to laugh with him.
Because Sirius was generous, and kind, and a million other things that James hadn’t bothered to realize before, and it was positively, absolutely, horrible. And wonderful. 
And it was all James could do, sitting there and easily talking with Sirius--another round for the both of them--until it grew dark outside and James's friends had gone home. Scarcely anyone around but the two of them as they peeled themselves off of bar chairs, Sirius tipping the staff handsomely, and ventured outside. 
Warm summer breeze.
“Are you at Hogwarts for the summer?” James asked, “Or will you be returning home?”
“A little bit of both. Tend to some house maintenance that was forgotten throughout the year…may decide to vacation somewhere else…” Sirius shrugged. James tried to school his face, so he didn’t look quite so put out at the response. All James really wanted to know was where will you be so I can find an excuse to write you. “Why do you look weird?” Sirius asked, “Is it because you’ve never considered I might take a vacation?” Apparently James had done a poor job of hiding anything.
Or perhaps Sirius had been watching him as well.
“Well now that you mentioned it…”  James trailed off but then stopped walking, running a hand nervously over the back of his next, “But…I was more asking for…in case…we need to write you. Homework…help, you know.”
A slow smirk appeared on Sirius face, and James instantly regretted saying anything, “Are you going to miss me, Potter?”
“Shut up. Forget it,” James rolled his eyes, making to continue their walk out of Hogsmeade. James unsure of where they were heading in the first place, but knowing he just wanted to follow Sirius.
“Just hold on,” Sirius said, grabbing James’s wrist and stopping him, “I’ll write you. Wherever I’m at.”
“...That…yeah, that’d be..good. I guess. If you want.”
Sirius pulled James wrist lightly so James was facing him more directly. The two of them standing face-to-face, locked, like statues in a garden. James took a step forward, toes of their shoes meeting on the dirt of the Hogsmeade pathway. 
“I don’t want to play games anymore. I’m tired of the running and leaving, and I won’t do it anymore with you,” Sirius said, his voice low and steady, “So I’ll say, I’m going to write you plenty this summer. And I might ask you to come join me for a drink again, or dinner, or even to my spectacular vacation home. And you can protest when I foot the bill, and I’ll…roll my eyes when you say something ridiculous, and…we’ll go on. Because I want to spend every irritating minute with you.” 
James knew how he must’ve looked. Astounded and stupid, mouth half-hanging open, listening to every word Sirius had said.
Blame it on age, or time passing, but James knew didn’t want to play games anymore either.
“So…you’ll write then?”
“Yeah, I’ll write, tosser,” Sirius said with a half grin, one of his fingers hooking into the belt loop of James’s jeans and pulling him closer. James took the opportunity, now that they were in such close proximity, to brush a stray dark curl out of Sirus’s face, securing his hand at the base of Sirius’s next.
“You’re so beautiful.” James couldn’t help himself. Words slipping out carelessly. 
“I know,” Sirius responded quickly.
“Okay, bloody arrogant--” James mumbled into Sirius’s laughing mouth, unable to finish his sentence without tongues and lips getting in the way. James kept his hand on Sirius’s neck and felt Sirius pull him closer, their chests pressed together. In the middle of Hogsmeade, for once not thinking about who would see or what he was doing. 
It was freeing. 
“Come over,” Sirius said against his mouth, breaking the kiss.
“What for?” James asked. Playing with fire. Some old habits would never die.
Sirius’s voice dropped, “So I can fuck you into my very expensive mattress. I’ll make you cum all over my sheets, and when you think you’re finished, I’ll do it all over again,” he said, tugging on his belt loop again, and James reflexively put a hand on Sirius’s chest to stop himself from stumbling forward at the force. “Come over,” Sirius repeated. 
It wasn’t the first time they had been there, James writhing underneath Sirius’s, face pressed against a pillow covered in silky material. Sirius with James’s hand tangled in his hair, pushing his head down. 
The mess of it all. James purposely laying Sirius down in the soaking wet spot on the sheets. Sirius teasing, teasing, teasing until James unraveled completely. 
“You were right,” James said, lying next to Sirius in bed, a clock ticking in the silence, as both of them caught their breath. Sirius’s leg thrown over James’s hips. James's fingers still stuck in Sirius's curly hair. Just in case he was tempted to go again.
“Probably. About what, specifically?”
“All those years ago. In the locker room? It wasn’t the last time. Not by a long shot.”
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ravennaortiz · 1 day ago
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hello! could i please request a yandere/dark!Juice with younger!fem!reader and the quote “I claimed you with this tattoo.”? i was thinking maybe reader is Jax’s younger, innocent sister and Juice drugs her and gets Happy to give the reader Juice’s giant crow on her backside (like a ‘tramp stamp’, how Tara’s was). and maybe she wakes up, sees it in the mirror and Juice is so happy, he’s ready to tell everyone that you’re officially his. he also definitely would want to start making babies with you asap. please feel free to change anything or let me know if it’s too dark! thank you SOOO much! ❤️
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Summary: Juice and readers developing relationship. While they are both very much truly in love with one another Juice is manipulative. Readers age is not mentioned but she is over 18.
Warnings: As always 18+. Toxic Relationship/power dynamics, coercing, drugging. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Please proceed with care.
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You Love Me. Right?
“You wanted to see me?” you called peeking your head in the doorway of the clubs meeting area. Noting Chibs and your brother sitting at the table.
“Yeah, come in and take a seat” stated Jax as he motioned for you to join them. Once you were seated Jax spoke.
“I just wanted to check in about you and Juice. I’ve noticed a lot of flirting, you two seem to be getting closer than friends now.  While I’m not trying to tell you what to do, cause you are over eighteen. I just want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into here. You don’t have a whole lot of dating experience and shit” he stated as he eyed you closely, noting the redness in your cheeks as you looked away from him. “Last night the little stunt with the prospect seemed to stem from you wanting to make Juice jealous. Am I wrong?”
“No” you replied quietly. Your mind replayed the night before. You had shot your shot with Juice and he had while nicely still turned you down talking about the age difference and your lack of experience. You were devastated because you thought the two of you were on the same page. You had fled the clubhouse in embarrassment and spent a good amount of time crying in the office at the garage. Once you had calmed down you had returned and drunk yourself into a happier state as you danced with the new prospect before letting him kiss you and maneuver you to the dorm hallway after seeing Juice with a crow eater on his lap. You had figured two could play at this game. The events after got a little blurry but Juices growled words of shes mine as he loomed over the prospect as Jax and Chibs pulled him back were engraved on your soul.
Jax rubbed his face as he looked at Chibs. The latter who just shrugged his shoulders. The two of them had already talked with Juice earlier. Jax had wanted to kick his ass for even thinking of laying claim to his baby sister but Chibs had been a voice of reason. You were both adults and both consenting. While Jax could disapprove he couldn’t really stop you from dating each other. Juice had been honest in his feelings for you to them. He was willingly to commit and not step out. He was madly in love with you and had even asked if he could offer you his crow which had taken Jax for surprise. He had been hesitant but had agreed as long as you were fully on board. Which is why he wanted to talk with you first.
“So you like him then?” inquired Jax. Once you had nodded Jax spoke again. “As your older brother I just want to protect you. I never want to see you hurt in anyway. If pursuing a relationship with Juice is something you want then I won’t stop that. I just want you to really think through each step before saying yes. Dating a club member is different than dating some guy you went to school with and such. You understand what I am saying?”
“I do, yeah.” You replied as you looked back up at him smiling. “I really really like him Jax. He is so sweet and always watches out for me. He’s perfect” you gushed as you clamped your hands in your lap.
Three Months Later
You and Juice were cuddling on his bed after sex. Your head buried in his chest as he traced the curve of your spine with his fingers. “So, what do you think about getting my crow now babe?” he murmured as he kissed the top of your head, fingers tracing your lower back now. His mind picturing the crow splayed across your skin, staking claim, marking you as his.
“I don’t know. I worry its too soon” you murmured as you nervously bit your lower lip. While you wanted the tattoo, you were still worried about having something so permanent on your skin.
Juice frowned as he continued to stroke your soft flesh. “You want it though. Right?” he inquired as he used his other hand to lift your chin so he could see your face.
“Of course.” You replied with a nod. “I’m just worried about the pain and what happens if we don’t work out?”
“I love you and you love me. Right?” replied Juice softly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he smiled as you. Once you nodded he spoke again. “Then we are going to work out. It’s you and me babe. Forever” replied Juice as he leaned down to kiss you.
Juice whistled as he played around with his laptop. He had finally got enough recordings to put together a phone call from you to Happy letting him know you wanted the crow tattoo that Juice had sent him when you two first got together. He had wanted to talk to you first to make sure you understood the commitment and stuff since you were be sedated. Checking the cameras he saw you were still in the tub relaxing. He felt his pants start to tent as his eyes roamed your body before he shook himself from the distraction.  Clicking another button had a ringing in his headphones as he listened in on the call between Happy and the voice recordings. A few minutes later he was shutting his laptop after confirming the appointment for tomorrow. You would be marked and claimed in more than one way he thought as a alarm went off on his phone. He smiled as he glanced at it before clearing it away.
“Peak Ovulation”
Next Day
“Yuck” you stated as you spat out your drink making Juice frown.
“Not good?” he inquired casually.
“I’m not sure. It’s like salty almost and grainy” you replied as you held your glass out for him to take a sip.
“Oh yeah. That’s off let me go make you another” he replied before disappearing into the kitchen. “Here you go love” he stated as he handed you a new drink. “Better” he asked as he watched you take a drink. Once you nodded he grinned before collapsing back on the couch and starting the movie. You smiled as he pulled you into him, your head resting on his shoulder.
You felt groggy and like your back was on fire. A weird buzzing filled your ears as well as the murmur of voices. You must have fallen asleep on the couch you thought as you struggled to open your eyes. Blinking rapidly as you tried to open them you were confused as you saw yourself. Well your reflection in a large floor length mirror. Blinking more you saw Juice and Happy. Frowning you tried to speak but couldn’t get anything out. As your eyes focused more you recognized Happys tattoo shop and your stomach flipped as you saw in another mirror your shirt was off as he worked on a tattoo on your lower back.
“What’s happening” you croaked out as you started crying startling both men. Happy frowned and immediately pulled the tattoo gun away from you as you started moving. Shooting Juice a look of suspicion.
“She’s just in pain, sedatives are wearing off cause your taking too long” offered Juice as he moved to the front of you cupping your face gently. “Shh its okay baby girl. You’re getting my crow like you wanted. Remember we talked about it last night and you called Happy and set this up?” he inquired smoothly as he caressed your cheeks gently, brushing away the tears.
“I…i…. forgot” you murmured as you struggled to recall this. Juice wouldn’t lie to you.
“It’s okay. I love you and you love me. Right? That’s why I claimed you with this tattoo” Juice continued as you nodded. “So you are going to be a good girl for me right and let Hap finish?”
“Yes, I’m good Happy. Thank you” you replied as Juice kissed your forehead before nodding to Happy to finish up.
That night you were laying naked on Juices bed as he gently dried you off from your shower. “Want a back rub” he asked as he grabbed your lotion form the nightstand and poured some on your back making you shiver.
“Please” you groaned as he started to gently knead your flesh. An hour later you were a moaning mess, fisting the sheets as he pumped his fingers in and out of your soaking core. Taking you to the edge but never letting you go over. Your mind was heavy and fuzzy with lust, body tight with the need for release.
“Want something pretty girl” chuckled Juice as he held your hips as you tried pushing them back to find his fingers again.
“You. Juice please” you whined as you turned to look at him over your shoulder panting with need.
“Now” questioned Juice as he pulled his sweats down letting his cock bob in the air before resting on your ass as he leaned over you kissing the middle of your back.
“Now” you demanded as you moved under him making him groan as his cock rubbed between your cheeks, spreading his precum across your skin. His fingers were on the drawer of your nightstand when he grinned at your next sentence.
“Fuck me Juice. Now I can’t take this anymore” you demanded as you raised your hips up under him.
“As you wish babygirl” he murmured as he leaned back and notched his leaking tip at your dripping core. With a quick snap of his hips you were both moaning as your soft walls fluttered and milked him. Gripping your hips roughly he pounded you into the mattress as you moaned his name. Heart pounding as your orgasm washed over you quickly. Your vision tunneling as you saw stars and electricity coursed through you. Fists clenching the sheets tightly as you tried to get away from the over whelming amount of pleasure going through you Juice thrusted into you a few more times before turning sloppy as he started pouring hot ropes of cum into you.
Something felt different. Wrong. You had never felt this after sex with Juice before. Your heart was pounding for more than one reason now. Your hands clenching the bed sheet even tighter as tears prickled at your lash line. No you thought as you felt the weight on top of you shift. "Juice" you stated quietly.
"Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to" soothed Juice as he pulled from you some more. His eyes locked on the space where your bodies met. Grinning as his cock twitched again pouring more of his release inside of you. He was already picturing you with a swollen belly and tits. How beautiful you would look as you carried all of his babies. He would keep you filled he though before the sounds of you crying pulled him from his thoughts.
“Why did you cum in me. I’m not ready for a baby” you sobbed as you struggled to get out from under him.
Juice felt his heart aching at your words. He had hurt you and he hadn’t meant for that to happen. “Baby I’m sorry, we got carried away. I just wanted to give you want you wanted. I was going to but you said now. My brain short circuited. I know it’s a lame ass excuse. You have to trust me it was an accident” he soothed as he pulled you into his arms, tuning you over and holding you tight so you couldn’t get away. He rocked you as you cried until you had calmed down some.
He was right. You had told him now and its not like you hadn’t wanted to have sex. These things happened you thought to yourself as you let him soothe you. Tears falling on your forehead caught you off guard making you look up into his face full of sorrow and remorse as his own tears fell.
“Please forgive me” he begged as he held you tighter.
“Its okay” you replied as you kissed him.
“Thank you.” He replied as he pulled from your lips. “Besides what happens happens. Because I love you and you love me. Right?”
“Right” you replied as you smiled.
A year later
“Another one? Damn I just got used to being an uncle” laughed Jax as you and Juice sat on his couch as he unwrapped the announcement gift you had brought him. You both laughed as you looked at each other.
“What can I say he love me and I love him” you stated.
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sexisbetteronthemoon · 1 day ago
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Can we have any insight into what’s going on in Lance’s head up until this point in the fic? What’s his opinion on Planet Red and Keith? (And the baby!)
thanks for the question!
ok, so, i spent most of the day thinking about how to answer this question and i'm still not quite sure? i might be overcomplicating things — i tend to do that, but it feels like a broad question since a lot has happened (it's a lot to cover lol). and i feel like i'll just be overexplaining things we already know. 😭 i'll be trying my best!
okay, this is going to be long and filled with spoilers, so if you haven't read sex is better on the moon to the current chapter (15), don't read this! putting this under a read more too.
so most of Lance's thoughts are in dialogue, actions, and subtext.
What Lance Thinks of Planet Red:
he's not jazzed about a planet that keeps trying to kill him, but it's also fear that stems from ignorance of the world around him. he complains a lot, but then there's the unicorn who brought him fruits (impressive), the kazoo bird that landed in his hair (cute, but embarrassing), and his baby girl, (the absolute best thing to ever exist!) so he understands there's both good and bad on this planet. he's also seen Keith handling animals and how it softens him, and that just makes him more appreciative.
the fact that they're dangerous animals sometimes, and Keith doesn't tend to show fear is also really reassuring to him and lessens his own!
then Keith teaches him things, and you'll notice a significant drop in his fear and complaints. and when Keith shows him the notebook, he reads the notes and realizes there's a lot more to observe about the world around him than the superficial. he starts seeing things differently. he pauses to look at creatures and plants.
and when Keith shows him the glowing flowers and moths, it's like the last nail in the coffin. he realizes Planet Red can be beautiful, and he comes to understand a little better why Keith likes it so much there.
What Lance Thinks of Keith:
at first, he's wary and unimpressed by what he sees, even a little afraid of Keith. he's just crash landed on the planet and he's scared and alone, and there's this wildman that looks more beast than man. keep in mind that Lance is the crown prince, and thus has never been treated like Keith has treated him in his life.
people always present their best faces (even if they're false or sneering) in front of Lance, and he's used to that. but then there's Keith who manhandles him and scoffs at him and throws blankets at him. he treats Lance like he is just another person who has to earn respect instead of automatically (forcefully) giving it.
and how does Keith start off? by being surly, rude, and intimidating.
Keith also calls him "princess", which leads Lance to believe that Keith knows who he is, and might even have something to do with the attack on his ship, hence the distrust in the beginning.
and then Keith keeps saving and protecting him (and despite Keith's bark, he keeps letting Lance have his way) even when Lance sometimes makes things harder for him. he's concluded that Keith is ornery and antisocial, but Lance begins to see that there's an actual person under all the hair and dirt. and he finds that Keith could really be someone he can depend on.
this leads him into revealing his name.
then Keith actually starts a tickle fight and calls him beautiful, which takes Lance off guard and makes him realize that Keith's not just the man that's helping him, but a man, with desires and wants, that thinks Lance is beautiful. suddenly, Keith isn't just "that mountain man who helps me", but "that man of flesh and blood who might genuinely find me attractive and i'm entirely alone with at all times".
at this point, Lance is well aware that Keith has an attractive body, given he's seen him naked a few times already and also been held against that muscle at night.
but finding someone attractive doesn't mean he wants to start something, and it goes for both of them. so Lance keeps his boundaries pretty clear and firm! he's very adamant in Keith not peeking at him while he changes, bathes, pops a squat etc.
at the same time, Lance is trying his best to get to know Keith, and Keith keeps resisting until he finally gives in at the swamp, where he tells Lance he's from Earth and lonely sometimes.
and when Keith gives him the comb for his hair, Lance learns Keith is thoughtful and actually listens to him when he talks.
skipping Keith's poisoning. Lance was terrified the entire time.
When Lance gets to see Keith's notebook with the various sketches of himself, he realizes Keith doesn't just find him attractive, but that he likes Lance. you don't just draw someone over and over without feeling some type of way, ya know? and Lance might be clueless about survival, but he's not socially inept like Keith is (and he learned survival from Keith, so he's not clueless about that anymore either!)
the most significant change happens after Keith takes Lance frog gigging. that night, it's the first time that Lance doesn't get on Keith's case about peeking at him. Keith is the one who brings it up and turns away, but Lance didn't actually say he should look away. before this, Lance was very quick about snapping at Keith. so... 👀 i believe this says everything.
from this point on, Lance starts flirting, flustering Keith.
it doesn't last very long, though, as this is when the pollen makes them fall asleep, there's the alleged dream of the yellow caterpillar, and Kosmo nearly dies, and then the bird woman shows up.
and now there's a point of contention between Lance and Keith, because Lance has realized Keith has a tendency to throw himself in harm's way to save Lance, while Lance wants nothing more than to watch his back and help in any way that he can.
Lance is also sticking up for himself and establishing himself as Keith's equal, such as when he tells Keith not to shove him again. he's pushing back against Keith who has so far done all the leading and decision-making. he's trying to prove that he can be a partner instead of a weight to carry.
then Keith starts putting distance between them, and Lance is hurt by that. thus far, he has been attempting to get closer to Keith, chipping away at his layers, and suddenly, Keith is saying that once Lance leaves, he'll never come back. we saw Keith be confused by Lance's sudden emotional distance and snappish attitude, and it was a direct reaction to Keith's claim that Lance "can forget about this place entirely".
and we're back to the glowing flowers and moths.
this was a very big deal. so far, Keith has proven himself to be kind of a hardass who drives them both hard for the sake of keeping Lance safe and them both ahead of The Six. but then Keith stops them at a pond for a little date (not a date, but so totally a date, we all know it). and several things become very clear to Lance
1) it's in the opposite direction of where they need to go.
2) they only have eleven days to get to Keith's cabin.
3) The Six are still around
and yet, there they are. because Keith thought Lance would enjoy it.
now, it's not a secret that Keith has certain feelings for Lance. Lance knows this! it's as obvious as the nose on his face! but Keith insinuated they would have no further contact after Lance leaves.
and so this date pretty much cements the idea that Keith is once again being socially inept and/or pulling away on purpose, and that it's up to Lance to make it clear what he wants between them. thus, the flirting picks up again, but it's like flirting with a brick wall tbh. Keith is NOT making it easy.
now, i'm sure we've all noticed Lance has a secret. seeing as we're heading toward it, i won't say much more on the subject, but HOO BOY.
What Lance Thinks of Kosmo:
perfect in every conceivable way. 1000/10. wouldn't change a thing.
What Kosmo Thinks of Everything:
Planet Red: lives here! it's perfect! plenty of food and room to play!
Lance: doesn't know how to use his nose, but still a perfect adoptive parent! beautiful! good hugs, excellent scritches! makes noises that make the tail go swoosh-woosh. always has food, love, and attention for Kosmo! 1000/10
Keith: also doesn't know how to use his nose. protective pack leader, but bad mate material. keeps ignoring pheromones potential mate is putting out. forgets to let potential mate eat first. doesn't participate in social grooming but allows attempts from potential mate. gives good scritches and always leaves best pieces of food for Kosmo. 999/10
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anon, i hope i didn't misunderstand your ask (i haven't eaten, so i'm not firing on all cylinders orz). if i did, then that's my bad. feel free to ask for clarification 😅 or if you wanted a specific scene, you can ask for that too!
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jrstales · 3 days ago
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·Games night part 2
All characters are 18+.
Stephen's POV
I lay there spent, my cum covering my stomach. I felt Jake and Ricky moving beside me laughing. 'Fuck, I can't believe you swallowed our cum' Jake laughed.
He and Ricky slid off the bed. Ricky grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his soft dick, before throwing it onto me. 'You got a little something, right about there,' he teased, as he motioned to his solid stomach. 'No shit sherlock' I snapped back grinning.
Jake pulled his shorts back on and jumped on to the sofa. He lay back shirtless, arms behind his head showing off his pits, ' so, who's cum tasted better?' Jake asked.
Ricky walked beside him and sat down, not bothering to put his clothes back on.
Jake threw his arms up and moved across the sofa 'Seriously Ricky?'
'What?'
'Dude. You're just sat there with your dick out.'
'And?'
'And - your sweaty ass is all up on the sofa'
Ricky just laughed, 'You just got sucked off beside me, and you're worried about me sweating on the sofa. Nah, more comfortable this way. I'm appreciating the breeze and I've got nothing to hide. Keep your dick caged if you want, or just get comfy'
Jake just stared at him for a second, then said, 'Fuck it.' and kicked off his shorts, getting nude beside him.
'Thats it mate. Doesn't that feel better?' Ricky said, putting an arm around his shoulder. Jake shrugged it off, muttering 'Yeah, I guess'
I had been watching this from my bed, wiping myself with Ricky's t-shirt which I threw off the edge. I walked over and sat on the ground between them. Ricky stood up, walking to the tv and grabbed the remote, turning on the playstation. I couldn't help but stare at his dick, swinging slightly as he moved. Ricky noticed me looking and smiled. He stood infrotnt of me and started helicoptering, 'Liking the view?', he threw  Jake a controller laughing, 'Fifa?' as he plopped back down beside him.
The two of them started playing, Man U versus Liverpool. Jake had spent a lot more time on FIFA than Ricky and was crushing him. 'You know your goals on the other side of the pitch, right' as his players ran around Ricky's. Ricky was scowling, both him and Jake were really competitive, but FIFA was one of the few things that Jake was better than him at. Ricky's player fouled Jake's, injuring him. The game paused as the virtual ref gave a penalty to Jake's players. Jake gave him the fingers and started lining up his shot, waiting to get the power meter to the right spot.
'So who's cum did taste better Stephen?' Ricky asked. Jake choked, clicking too early and messing up his shot. 'Shit' he moaned, 'thats not fair. You can't distract me like that!' punching Ricky's shoulder.
Ricky pushed him almost off the sofa, 'Hey, all fair in FIFA.' holding him back for a few minutes, eventually stopping once Jake had calmed down. Jake started the game again,  but Ricky paused, and put his fingers in my hair, pulling my head slightly back, 'You didn't answer my question Stephen. Who's cum tasted better.'
Jake had set the controller down, smiling, ' Yeah, who's?'
I was blushing from the attention. I gulped, 'Well, I didn't really get to taste Ricky's that much. It kind of, kind of went straight down my throat. I didn't really taste it.'
'Dude,' Jake put his hand up, 'you were really wild with him. You basically face fucked him.' Ricky took the bait, the faint smack of their palms as they hi-fived. Ricky looked a little embarrassed, ' I mean he took it really well, I just couldn't resist' he looked down at me making eye contact, 'I wasn't too rough was I. Sorry if I got carried away'
I shook my head, 'No, it was kinda hot.'  he ruffled my hair, 'Just remember you can stop us any time you want. Don't feel you have to do anything if you don't want to'
Ricky started to lean back and gave an over the top sigh. He brought his hands down on his hips. 'Well gentlemen, I don't know about you, but I am well and truly hard' his dick was pointing straight to the ceiling. Jake nodded, leaning back showing his own, smiling. Jake turned to Ricky, ''how about we have a bet, we play a match and Stephen sucks off the winner. The loser has to just watch'
'Right, and what do I get out -?' I started
Ricky spoke over me, 'And the loser has to get Stephen off - deal?'
Jake paused for a second before nodding. 'Deal!'
A small argument ensued about what game to play, Jake wanting to continue on FIFA. 'Tekken," I declared, 'if I'm the prize, I get to choose the game. You're both equally shit at it's
They both agreed, and set themselves up choosing character, Hworang versus Jin. The first point went to Ricky, he managed to  spam enough punches and kicks to disrupt Jake's combos. 'So you going to just use your hands, or suck his dick to Jake?' Ricky teased. Jake leaned forward, concentration on his face. Ricky went in for his usual spams, but Jake interrupted it, getting a few combos off and ending Ricky's character. 'One more to go, Stephen, do you want to just start now or -'
Ricky was now leaning forward as well. The two of them try harding. Honestly, I wasn't sure which one I wanted to win. I could imagine Jakes's slight figure, lying in front of me, stroking, his mouth moving later. My mind flashed to imaging myself in Jake's lap, one hand holding me, the other on my dick. I started slowly rubbing my tip.
Jake shook his head. The match started. He stood up, 'No. Save. That. For. Ricky!' he counted Ricky's approach, dropping into a low stance and spamming leg kicks. Ricky was stun locked, 'No, no no!' he cried
'Yes, yes, fuck yes!' Jake screamed over him, as a red K.O appeared on the screen, signaling his victory. He stood up, punching the air in victory. He threw the controller on the sofa and walked over to me, his dick standing taut near my face.
'My reward please sir,' he smirked down at me.
I climbed onto my knees, and looked up at him and his tight body. He took his dick in his hand and gently slapped it against my cheek. I felt a bit of wetness, as a glob of pre-cum stuck to my cheek.
I grabbed onto his legs, strong and well defined from all his swimming, and began gently licking and kissing my way down his shaft. I looked him straight in the eyes as I opened up as wide as I could and began sucking on the top, barely able to believe I was getting to do this, admiring his lean torso, his cut jaw, he even had a sexy bush, trimmed and well managed.
I began bobbing on the first few inches of him, rubbing the shaft with one of my hands. 'Fuck dude,' he moaned, 'your mouth feels so good.' he turned to Ricky, 'Whats a mouth feels like compared to pussy.' Ricky had always been quiet about his sex life with Jessica. We knew they had banged, but he had never really talked about it.
'Jessica was rubbish at giving head,' Ricky  said, standing beside Jake, 'so her vag was always better. Maybe he'll change my mind' Ricky took Jake's  hand  that had been laying in his side and put them on top of my head. He put his own hand on Jake's lower back and his other on my head. 'Dude,' Jake started -
'You can go deeper. He could take mine, give him your full length, go balls deep'. Ricky pushed my head all the was down, so my nose started to get tickled by Jake's pubes. His dick was only six inches, but I wasn't very experienced as I started gagging on it. I tried to back off, but Ricky held me there. 'How does that feel?'
'Fuck that's hot' Jake moaned. He backed his hips off before thrusting forward, going slow and deep, taking almost his full length in and out. I did my best to rub my tongue along his tip as he fucked my face. 'Thats fucking awesome. God he's using his tongue' Jake moaned, beads of sweat forming at his temples.
Ricky smacked his ass, 'Thats it stud. He's been gagging for it all night. Give him another load.' Jake didn't need told twice, he grabbed my head and kept thrusting, a faint slap as his balls hit my chin. I was barely able to keep up, I was drooling, every time he retracted his dick another was of saliva came out and  I felt like I was dribbling, but I didn't care. my dick was leaking non stop, a puddle was dripping down my leg, I could feel my dick twitching by itself I was so turned on.
Jake started moaning. 'Fucking yeah. Here. I. Come!' he punctuated each word with a thrust, each thrust firing another shot of warm salty cum into my mouth. Even when he had finished shooting he kept fucking my face, moaning the whole time. Eventually he slowed down, the stopped, panting, trying to catch his breath. He smiled down at me 'Holy shit'. I looked up at him and grinned, swallowing his second load of the day.
Once he had composed himself he took a step back and helped me to my feet, 'Fuck that was good.' He turned to Ricky and gently punched his shoulder, 'Time for your forfeit buddy. He did good work now, so you better make him squeal'
Ricky just looked me up and down, 'Oh don't worry,' he scooped me up over his shoulder, one hand touching my ass and walked to the bed. He looked over his shoulder at Jake smiling, and tossed me onto the bed
'Oh,' he said, looking down at me sprawled there, 'I will'.
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welcome-to-green-hills · 4 hours ago
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Headcanons for Movie universe Maria if she got to meet Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles
Hi Honey!❤️✨
I’m more than happy to make some headcanons for you!
If Maria were alive, she would be the one to coin the term “Fluffer Pupper” as I do with the Fluffer Puppers
Knuckles first thought that Maria was Shadow sister until he saw the sibling-like relationship that the two had.
Maria would definitely scoop up all of the Wachowski brothers into a hug and thank them for being nice to her brother. Shadow stands off to the side looking a bit embarrassed and tries to not show his pink cheeks.
The first person that Maria hugged was Tails. I mean… come on! He’s cute and fluffy!
Maria would get a kick out of modern day music and take all four of the boys with her to rock concerts. Shadow hates the loud noise, but wears ear plugs to enjoy the moment with them.
Maria teaches them classic rock and music from her time period while the boys get her interested in modern music. Maria is amazed with how much music has progressed from the 1970’s.
Maria insists on teaching Sonic how to rollerblade. At first Sonic thought it was easy until he spent the entire time latched onto her arm.
Maria would bond with Tails right away and beg to fly in the air. They’re usually gone for hours each day touring the country and flying over tree tops.
Tom and Maddie make sure to give her many hugs and thank her to be a good friend and role model for Shadow.
At first Shadow was very nervous about Maria meeting others like him, and meeting Sonic and co in general. But he says how happy to meet her and genuinely want to know more about her.
Maria tries to arm wrestle Knuckles to prove that she’s just as strong as him. Knuckles purposely lost because he admires her optimism.
The boys invite JoJo over for her to meet Shadow’s sister. Jojo and Maria spend hours talking about how cool the boys are and how grateful they are for their friendship and family.
The five like to go on adventures around the world. There is a lot that Maria wished to see in life and the boys desire to make sure that she gets to visit her destinations of choice.
Maria and the boys have built a blanket fort in the living room and defend it due to hiding the Master Emerald there. It’s called “Fort Kick Ass.”
Maria sits each of the boys down and thanks them all for being so compassionate and caring for Shadow. She appreciates each of them for being patient with him and for giving him a chance to be a teen like them.
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exitrowiron · 15 hours ago
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Our plans to visit Universal Studios last fall were interrupted by the hurricane so we rescheduled for this week, figuring that children would be back in school (we were mostly right). We had an extra day so we started at Disney's Hollywood Studio before going to Universal for two days.
It was interesting to be able to compare the two experiences. Disney seems to rely on nostalgia - with the exception of the Star Wars area all the rides and shows were very old. We didn't get the Fast Pass because the benefits were small - as a result we spent way too much time standing in line. Collectively we waited in line for 5 hours for perhaps 15 minutes of actual ride time. For dinner we made reservations at the BBQ place in the Toy Story area. As the waiter explained, the idea of the restaurant is a buffet that gets brought to your table. The amount of food they brought for Beth and I was embarrassing- I can't imagine anyone eating it all but I guess they figured that the cost of the wasted food is less than the cost of labor to bring more food on request.
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We spent the next two days at Universal and the experience was much better. We had Express Passes at Universal, but even without them I don't think the lines would have been as long as they were at Disney. The Universal guests also appeared to be more affluent, based on their clothing.
I'm a Harry Potter fan and love frozen butter beer and enjoyed walking Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley and the rides. Some of the Universal rides were dated too (Spider Man, MIB, the Mummy, The Simpsons) but overall still fun. Beth even shared her giant Simpsons donut.
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bigassmoth · 1 day ago
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continuation of this here
It's been a week and a half and Leo is already complaining again.
Sho half-listened to Leo as he polished Bonnie in the garage. Just five minutes ago, although it felt much longer, Leo had flopped onto the couch and launched into a rant about his comment feed.
"It's been foreeevvveerrr and they are STILL calling that NPC a gold digger- as if they have the brains to dig! Our ~Honorable Senpai~ doesn't even know about designer labels- one time they complimented my jacket only because-" Leo changed his voice to mock the honor student, "-it looks very nice with your hair."
Sho remembers that incident, Leo met your casual compliment with aggression when he assumed that you recognized the brand and was vying for scraps. Your response was confused and then to sheepishly admit you hadn't realized it was a luxury brand and just liked the colors. Leo spent a good 10 seconds being too flabbergasted to speak and then later called Romeo to gossip about how much of a country bumpkin you are.
"Uh huh." Sho gave a disengaged comment while Leo paused in his ranting.
"Ugh, that gorilla is saying they are coming back from doing recon. I can't believe I keep getting left here- especially when senpai knows how bad Mido fumbles every interview."
"Didn't they leave 3 hours ago? I bet Sasquatch got them lost" Sho joins in on the discussion with passion this time, sharing a smirk with Leo as they imagine the likely scenario that Mido confidently leads you to dead-end after dead-end.
Leo sends off a text and a few seconds later Sho's phone vibrates in his pocket. He puts down his shop cloth to pull it out and after reading the text he frowns at Leo.
"You asked them to stop at Starbucks and didn't tell me? What if I wanted something you asshole?"
"Ehh that's not my fault, I figured if your precious bff really cared about you that much then they would reach out. And lo and behold..." Leo looked at Sho with a faint glimmer of envy in his eyes before directing his attention back to his phone. He scoffs. "Seriously, what's the point of posting that NPC is the 150 thousand followers I gain are all annoying as fuck?
"Your account really grew that much just from pretending you have a toxic relationship?"
"Duh. Everyone loves watching someone elses relationship go up in flames."
"You have issues, dude." Sho sighs and types you a reply with his order.
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"We're back." Alan announced himself as usual, walking past the two ghouls while carrying a cardboard box presumably full of files for them to comb through for the next day. You were a quick step behind him, holding a drink tray and several paper bags.
"Hey." Sho greeted you while Leo only grunted in acknowledgement. You handed Sho his drink and bag- which he opened to reveal a chocolate muffin he promptly split with Bonnie. You set the remaining treats onto a nearby toolbox and turned around.
"Could you unzip this real quick?" You tilt your head forward so Sho can access the covert zipper at the top of your neck. With a face full of muffin, Sho hums and deftly yanks down the tab so you can free yourself of the cop costume.
Leo watches the casual exchange with crossed arms.
"Can you hurry up and give me my stuff already?" His voice is flat with irritation. You step out of the second-skin as it dissipates and hand Leo his drink and a paper bag.
"Mido senpai." You call out simply and, as Leo would make fun of him for later, Alan appeared like a dog hearing his name.
"Hm?"
"Turn around, please." He follows your instructions without question and you quickly reach up and unzip him as well. Job complete, you grab your drink and treat and sit on the couch near the center.
"Thanks." Once upon a time Leo and Sho would have assumed that Alan was just adept at hiding his embarrassment but time has proven that such deference to you made no blemish on his ego.
Alan sat down next to you, the sink of the couch almost pushing you into his lap as you instinctively scooch further into the center.
"Oi, idiot." Leo claims your attention as soon as he is able, "This isn't starbucks. And this isn't a whipped rose latte either." He thrust the cup into your face, making you recoil into Alan.
"Starbucks tastes awful." You offer a half-explanation as Leo lowers the cup and instead presses his face into yours.
"How the fuck am I supposed to post this boring shit on instagram, huh?" He was razing you, Alan stopped his delicate sips on his black iced coffee to say something but you beat him to the punch.
"Then don't post it." You sigh and put a hand on Leo's head, pushing him away from you. Without him practically breathing down your neck, you are able to unstick yourself from Alan and get properly comfortable on the couch.
"You don't really get this whole influencer thing, do you?" Leo grumbles and slumps into the arm of the couch, stretching his legs onto your lap. You adjust easily, lifting your paper beg to rest it on his knees so your precious baked good didn't get squished.
"They didn't have any rose latte's, so I go you a chai. I figured you would like it beca-"
"Chai? Chai tea? Isn't that just black tea and milk?" Leo kicks his heel on Alan's leg.
"Actually 'chai' means tea." Sho chimed in 'helpfully', bemused by the display in front of him. Leo was a professional at riling people up, capable of getting the most extreme reactions with just a few words. But Alan was an immovable rock, so caught up in his own head and goals that everything in his periphery seemed worthless to pay attention to. You didn't have Alan's temperament but have gained an elusiveness that made you float above Leo's tactics. It was interesting for Sho, watching Leo vie for your attention and Alan's acknowledgment.
"I don't give a fuck." Leo looked at Sho as if he betrayed him.
"I think you will like it." You begin again, "I asked them to make it extra spicy." Leo had seen the 'xtra spic' written in sharpie on the cup.
"Ugh, whatever. This cookie better be good."
"It's peanut butter." Alan interjected now, without looking up from the file in his hand.
"I- What!?" Leo gaped at you as you sipped your drink. You shrugged.
"I was in charge of drinks, Mido senpai picked up the snacks."
"You need the protein."
At Alan's (unwanted) comment Sho erupted in laughter. Leo scoffed and fully laid back on the arm rest.
"This is so stupid." He muttered and without thinking, took a deep drink from his cup. The mixture warmed his bones, pleasantly sweet and spicy.
The conservation turned to details about the case as you and Alan relayed what you had learned on your excursion. Leo listened while tapping blankly on his phone notifications, not even taking in the information on the screen while he thought about how one would go about catching an anomaly. It was reflexive, that he took a selfie as he sipped his drink and posted it with the generic hashtags: #latte#girlfriend#bestgfever#couplegoals.
Everyone returned to their rooms after making a plan for tomorrow and sending you off to your decrepit dorm. It was only in the bath that Leo realized what he had posted would become an issue- because someone had made a video about it.
"-As we all know, Leo only likes light floral drinks. Which we love about him- but apparently his girlfriend bought him this drink which is an EXTRA SPICY CHAI. She doesn't even know his taste preferences-"
The comments were predictable: This is the same one boring girlfriend that is using him for money.
Leo rolled his eyes so hard he swore they got stuck in the back of his head for a second and shut his phone off before throwing it onto his pile of clothes on the floor.
"Seriously, that NPC brings in way more trouble then they are worth."
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rafesbliss · 7 hours ago
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ rafe x vacationgirl reader hcs !
warnings light making out, cussing, pretty much fluff !
summary rafe and ward go to the bahamas in seak to hiding the gold from the pogues. rafe is still doing everything to prove to his dad that he’s capable of helping out and actually doing good for once. but while he’s caught up in running and chasing, he runs into you. after that, something in rafe’s brain falters, he needs this girl.
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: ̗̀➛ rafe, who accidentally shoves past you when he was already in a bad mood, but when he heard your soft yelp as you fell down, he whipped his head around
: ̗̀➛ “that was my fault, i’m sorry are you okay?” he said in his sweet voice, the one people didn’t hear often. he extended his hand out to help you up.
: ̗̀➛ you could visibly see his eyes soften when you spoke, he was shocked by how pretty your voice was
: ̗̀➛ “yeah, m’okay” your voice was almost like a song, and rafe was addicted to it now. he noticed the strap of your dress had slid off your shoulder and he fixed it for you of course
: ̗̀➛ would NOT stop thinking about you the next day
: ̗̀➛ as he laid in his bed that night he scrolled on his phone, but your pretty face was still in the back of his head
: ̗̀➛ after the whole pogue heist happened and he was sitting in the police station, the gold was just taken from them again, and even better, he shot his sister
: ̗̀➛ in those moments he just replayed your face in his head and it calmed him down
: ̗̀➛ he was walking out of the police station, a clear view of the beach because everything in that island seemed to be on the beach
: ̗̀➛ he spotted you, your tan skin all the way down to the curves of your ass in that white bikini
: ̗̀➛ at first he didn’t believe it, he actually saw you after all these days of hoping to run into you again
: ̗̀➛ he was hesitant to walk all the way down to the beach, toes deep in sand as he awkwardly spoke up
: ̗̀➛ “hey, uh, my names rafe and i thought that you were very beautiful, i was the guy that ran into yesterday”
: ̗̀➛ you turned around, your green eyes meeting his
: ̗̀➛ you looked almost exotic, rafe couldn’t quite figure out where you were from not. not here, not the united states, maybe it was rude to ask so early
: ̗̀➛ “oh, yes, i remember you,” you spoke with a soft smile, he could hear a soft accent in your voice
: ̗̀➛ after that small interaction, the rest of the days rafe spent on the island was with you, he got to really know you even over a small amount of time
: ̗̀➛ it was even more fascinating to get to know where you were from, when he found out that you were born in brazil, he wanted to know everything
: ̗̀➛ “what does ‘fuck’ mean?” your soft voice rang out, rafe smiled as he heard you struggling say it
: ̗̀➛ he turned to look at you, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you saw the smile on his face
: ̗̀➛ “it’s a curse word baby,” he said softly, his laugh ringing through the air as you two sat together on your hotel balcony
: ̗̀➛ he absolutely loved the look when your face turned slight pink from embarrassment
: ̗̀➛ when it was time for him to head home, he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but you but he absolutely wanted to stay forever
: ̗̀➛ he of course gave you his number because he didn’t want this to be the last time you two see each other
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