#i think it's going to be fun just sitting back Fully Aware and watching these two Go Through It

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

saw some speculation on FranklyDear in relation to the audios and i want to toss my two cents in

so all the thing's i've been seeing have been people talking about how they're a couple, but they're not acting like it, so that must be Playfellow's influence making them put distance between each other

but i immediately interpreted it as - they're not there yet. there might be feelings, but they aren't Together. cause in the 14 bug audios, i feel like it's pretty clear that these are snapshots of the neighborhood outside of the show. cameras aren't rolling, there are no influences, it's the neighbors just Existing on their own dime

'cause the conversations are more natural! the characters seem more nuanced! there aren't any sound effects! so if FranklyDear is already established, wouldn't we have "seen" that in their shared audio 8-14? wouldn't Eddie have just called Frank Frank, without the immediate (and somewhat flustered) correction to Mr. Frankly? and wouldn't Frank call him Eddie instead of Mr. Dear? plus, idk about y'all, but that scene was a lil romantically charged. a little flirty - especially from Frank's side. the kind of tension you get from budding emotions, not fully-realized ones

they just seem to be in a before state. the beginning stages. and anyway, i remember Clown saying that revealing FranklyDear as an endgame couple was sort of an Accident? i think we were meant to watch it evolve and figure it out along with the characters, the way we will with any other relationships (that we Definitely are not aware of / confident about yet).

we're still only in the prologue of the story, so it'd make so much sense if Frank and Eddie are not yet Involved. we're on this journey With them

[earthchica]

whiskey kisses

logan howlett x black! reader

summary: You are sexually frustrated and Wade tries to hook you up with Logan.

warning: explicit smut (18+), drinking alcohol, protected sex, dirty talking, foreplay, oral & vaginal fingering (f), pet names (sweet pea, baby, etc.)

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"Hey Peter, how about another round?" You inquired with a smile, sliding your empty glass across the counter.

You were attending a party that your neighbor friend, Wade Wilson was throwing.

He's been encouraging you to socialize more ever since your messy divorce.

So here you were, all dressed up and feeling pretty. You were told there would be eligible bachelors here which got you thinking about having a lighthearted post-divorce fling.

You jolted back to reality when a familiar voice called your name. You swiveled around to find Wade.

"Anyone caught your eye yet?" He chirped, plopping down beside you at the small bar.

"Wade, you promised eligible bachelors at this party, but I'm not spotting any," You exclaimed, swiveling on your stool to scan the room.

"Yeah…I know sweet pea. I just told you that so you can hook up with the perfect guy to blow your back out" He quipped, gesturing towards Logan who was sitting in the corner, sipping a glass of whiskey.

"What about Logan? He's single, trustworthy, and easy on the eyes.," He whispered that last part with a grin.

"No, Wade. No, I can't ask him. That would be weird; plus he's a friend," You declined, shaking your head.

"Why the hell not? Maybe he'd say yes if you asked. Come on, you asked me for help and I've given it to you" He pressed.

"Ugh…what? No way…I can't just be like, 'Hey, logan feeling lonely, wanna…you know fuck?" You joked, rolling your eyes.

"Oh my god, if you go up and say that to him…I think I'll die happy" Wade says, sharing a glance with you, and you both burst into laughter.

"Okay, that was a bit much, but still. Logan….I don't think he's the type of guy who would be into that"

"_____, I'm gonna be honest. You gotta stop being so fucking uptight and just go with the flow, sweet pea"

"Whoa, hold up! I am not uptight," You fire back, arms crossed in defense.

"sweet pea, this is me you're talking to. You know I'm right" He teases, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh…fine," You shake your head, slightly irritated. "Yay, now come on!" He chuckles, tugging you along.

"Where are we going?" You ask, feeling a bit jittery.

"Going to have fun, something you're overdue for," Wade replies, pulling you to the dance floor.

You take a deep breath, let loose, and groove to the music, swinging your hips from side to side.

"Oh look who's watching you," He whispers in your ear, and Logan looks at you with a deep gaze, jealousy gracing his face.

He was eyeing you like a lion tracking its prey, a new look that intrigued you.

It's kind of, a turn-on.

"Take the hint!" Wade nudges before going to join Vanessa. A favorite song of yours started blasting.

It was time to crank up the sass and put on a show for his eyes only. You shut your eyes and let your hips groove, causing a commotion with your ass.

A cheeky grin crept onto your face as a familiar hand landed on your lower back.

"You took your sweet time," You teased, sensing his flawless frame snug against yours.

His touch glided over the silky material of your dress as we swayed in sync on the dance floor, perfectly attuned to each other's beat.

"You look so gorgeous tonight, sweetheart. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you…I've been holding back saying this but I want you," Logan murmurs in your ear.

"What do you mean, you want me?" You inquire, fully aware of his intentions, yet craving to hear him verbalize them.

"You know what I mean! I'm attracted to you, always have been. When we first met I thought you were the most gorgeous woman" he declares, gently turning your body to meet his gaze.

His gaze pierced through you, those hazel brown eyes longing for something untold.

"You'll be amazed by how irresistible I am," You teased, nervously nibbling on your lip.

His lips inch closer to your ears, the warmth of his breath dancing tantalizingly on your brown skin.

"Can I kiss you?" he murmurs, and in a split second, you yank him closer for a fiery smooch, tangling your fingers in his hair.

His hands decided to take a detour from your waist to my backside, giving it a playful pat.

Breaking away from the kiss, he rose to his full height, enjoying how he towered you.

"Let's go somewhere…more private" he declares, not bothering to hear your response.

You both waved goodbye to everyone, made your grand exit, and quickly made it to your apartment

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"I'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll forget your name" Logan whispered, leaving kisses down the back of your neck.

You both triumphantly crossed the threshold of your front door, while kissing and touching all over.

Logan pulls away to lift you up and secure your legs around his waist, before carrying you to your bedroom following your instructions.

He sets you down on the bed before enjoying you. He begins kissing and caressing your neck.

His hand moves under your dress to softly stroking through your panties.

You gently pushed him back, removing his shirt and tossing it across the room. Then, your hands move to his pants' belt.

You played with the belt for a second until it was finally unlatched. You noticed a noticeable bulge starting to emerge in his underwear.

You lightly grazed against his pants, and he let out a groan. You swiftly turned him onto his back and liberated him from his pants and underwear.

You couldn't resist a dramatic gasp! You looked at his big, juicy erect member.

How the hell was that going to fit?

"This is all for you, amor" Logan teases, almost tearing your dress off in one swift move!

He let out a gasp when he caught a glimpse of your big, plump breasts and your black panties

"Oh sweetheart, you have the most perfect tits I have ever seen," He says, cheekily flipping you over and playfully swiping your panties off!

He makes his way down to your entrance, giving you a few light circle strokes before inserting two fingers into your dripping core.

"Logan, please!" You moaned in pleasure, trying to push him away because the faster he thrust his fingers in and out of you.

The louder you get.

"Tell me what you want, baby? and I'll give it to you" He asks, pressing his forehead against mine while still fingering the heck out of you.

"I-I-want you to fuck me." You screamed through your orgasm and as you came down from your high.

Logan begins leaving sweet kisses down your neck as you catch your breath.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked, watching him slurp his fingers spotless. He nodded and dashed off the bed to grab one from his pants.

Logan gets back on the bed, rolling the condom on his member before spreading your legs open to position himself at your core

"Ahh Fuck!" You gasped, feeling how huge he was and loving how he stretched you out.

You placed your hand on his hip as he began to thrust in and out, holding your waist.

"Shit baby…you feel like heaven. I could stay inside of you forever" His thrusts became faster, looking down, admiring the way his member moves in and out of you.

"Logan, don't stop" You let out a dramatic moan as he lifted you and plopped down on his back.

"I would never stop" He starts pounding up into you with some unbelievable force, making you scream in pleasure.

You threw your head back, placing your hands on his chest; trying to match his rhythm of thrust.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that" You moaned, feeling another orgasm getting closer and closer.

"You like that huh, does it feel good? You've always dreamed of this moment huh, baby?" Logan moans, grabbing your breast for a second, letting you bounce up and down his shaft.

"Yes, so good! It feels so good, Logan" You cried as he kept going and going, feeling like you were gonna lose your damn mind.

He stopped you for a second and pulled out, changing the position with your face down and your ass up.

"Oh…baby. You also have the most perfect ass" Logan groans, smacking your ass over and over again while pounding into your core.

"LOGAN!" You cried, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. He brought you up and wrapped his hand around your throat while his other hand rubbed your entrance.

"Come. Come for me, my sweet girl!" He whispers in your ear, and you let out a scream, feeling the great release.

Logan curses while pulling out, rips the condom off, and comes all over your ass.

You landed smack on your belly, catching a mischievous grin on his face before closing your eyes.

"Fuck…I love you…You are so…" Realizing what he was saying, Logan went into full panic mode.

He looked down to see your reaction but breathed a sigh of relief realizing you were out cold.

[worldofkuro]

This is going to be some what werid. Do you think you can do a one shot were it's the sceene where reader has that cold and alastor thought you would die but alastor point of view. Him scared of us dieing seems fun.

It is not weird at all dear. It was nice to write! I hope you will enjoy it. It is not very long unfortunately.

Sick of You

“ She is sick, bébé. She can’t come see you.”

Alastor looked at his mother, blinking at her. 

You’ve been sick for a whole week and his mother didn't want him to meet you because she didn’t want him to catch your cold. He tilted his head as his mother left the living room, letting him all alone with his thoughts. 

You were sick…

What a strange combination of words. 

You could be annoying, you could be funny… But sick ? He went to his bedroom and looked at Eamon who was sitting on his bed. He took the plushie and held it in front of him. Was it because he took it from you? Maybe Eamon was really protecting you from something?

You were sick…

Was it his fault? 

He was squeezing the plushie against him. He didn’t want you to hate him. He should give you back the plushie so you could get better and meet him once more. 

He waited until it was dark outside, until his mother was deep asleep and left the house. He held Eamon against his body, walking into the dark street of New Orleans. He was looking around, never feeling scared, not even once. 

He saw your house and went to the backyard, climbing to the tree and tilted his head when a crow sat on the branch, next to him.  The crow tilted his head before sitting on the window sill, tapping his beak against the glass.

He tilted his head when he saw your mother open the window and tried to shush the crow. She wanted you to rest but it seemed like the crow was disturbing you. He waited, counting to one thousand before going near the widows and tapped against the glass. He could see your sleeping form moving. He knocked once more and saw you form clumsily opening the window.

“ Go away, crow… I want to sleep…”

He entered your bedroom easily, you seemed so weak, it was horrifying. You were staggering toward your bed and fell on it, breathing heavily. He walked toward you, kneeling in front of your bed. He could see you sweating a lot, you seemed to have problems breathing…  

You were sick…

And it was making him feel bad and he didn’t like that.  You were supposed to be stronger than this, you were stronger than this. You shouldn’t be this weak, it wasn’t you. You were supposed to shine bright, smiling at him, being upset at him for teasing you, running away from him but always coming back when he couldn’t catch you. Seeing you this weak was reminding him that he was like you.

Weak.

He shook his head, you weren’t weak… But seeing you like this, having troubles just to breath was terrifying. Were you going to die…? Were you going to leave him alone? You couldn’t, you did not have the right. 

He put Eamon next to your head, making you wake up. He was staring at you, whispering in the dark, could you even see him?

“ You need to get better.”

You blinked before falling asleep again. You were squeezing Eamon against you, maybe Eamon was given you strength like it did when his father was beating him? He watched as you smiled in your sleep, hugging your plushie against you. 

He stayed with you, staring at your chest, making sure it was moving.  He would wipe your forehead with his sleeves, sneakily going into the kitchen to bring you water when you unconsciously said your throat was dry. You seemed to be delirious because of the fever, you weren’t fully conscious, you didn't seem to be aware of his presence. 

He blinked when he saw the first light of the sun. He blinked, he was used to getting sleepless nights but it was the first time he had to take care of someone. Your fever went down a little, and your breathing was less labored. He was feeling less anxious about leaving you alone.

He walked toward the window and left you, climbing down the tree before running back home. He didn’t want his mother to find his room empty, he didn’t want her to be worried.

You were sick.

It was a stressful experience, it was like you were running away from him in a place he couldn’t follow. 

But he knew you would come back to him.

Just like when he couldn't catch you, you would run back to him like you couldn’t stay away from him. You would come back to him.

You were sick, but not sick of him.

[yawnderu]

Bimbo!reader giving simon a home spa day, like making sure simon looks ABSOLUTELY glamorous everywhere!

bimbo!reader loves having spa days with Simon 😭 she bought a few products for his dry skin, always wanting to help him relax after he comes back home :3

“I said sit down.” You push him back down on the bathtub, forcing him to stay in the water despite the way his fingers are looking like raisins, wrinkling up after almost 30 minutes of being in the water.

“'M gonna melt, angel.” His protest goes ignored much to his amusement, brown eyes fully focused on the way you're working on applying some sort of mask on his hair, despite the way he has a buzz cut.

“You'll live.” You finally reply with a teasing smile, massaging the deep treatment hair mask onto short hair, your long nails softly running along his scalp. He allows himself to fully relax, taking in the smell of the lavender bath bubbles you put in the water, bathroom lights dim to give him the full spa experience.

You carefully wash the treatment off his hair after a few minutes of waiting for it to set in, helping him out of the bathtub and wrapping a towel over his naked torso, a new one going to dry his hair.

Being taken care of and spoiled is something completely new to Simon— the last time was when he was a baby, his mum bathing him and trying to give him a nice experience despite his father's protests about her spending money on what he thought was bullshit, He closes his eyes, placing all his trust on you to take care of him without feeling burdened.

“Now we're gonna do skincare, I got some new products for you that I'm dying to use.” You coo at him, excitedly holding his hand and guiding him back to your bed, helping him lay down on the freshly changed satin sheets.

He watches with amusement as you come back with a pink basket overflowing with skincare products that you bought specifically for him. You sit in bed, leaning down to plant a soft kiss before you start rummaging through the basket, trying to find a product to begin with now that his face is clean from the bath. He's never seen you this focused, the tip of your tongue poking out of your glossy lips. His hand goes to your side on instinct, rubbing up and down soothingly.

“Alright, so we're starting with a mud mask.” You put on your best YouTuber voice, making a small smile to set on his lips at the act. Your hands work carefully, the pads of your fingers gliding along his dry skin, spreading the grey mask all over his face, making sure to avoid applying it on his thin eyebrows and lips.

“Close your eyes.” Not only was he staring into your soul— you also have other plans for his eyes. You go to the skincare fridge in your closet, pulling out a small container with cold, cut slices of cucumber that you prepared the night before.

“Are you gonna kill me?” He asks jokingly, mirth in his tone despite the way he actually closes his eyes, fully trusting you.

“Not yet.” Your playful tone makes him smile, fully aware that it's all a joke. You put the cold slices of cucumber over his eyes, giggling at the way his face scrunches up at the feeling.

“Fuckin' hell.” It feels way too weird— completely new to him. You let the face mask set for a few minutes before cleaning it off with a wet cloth, removing the cucumber slices from over his eyes. The dark bags under his eyes becoming slightly less prominent. You lean down to capture his lips in a kiss that he immediately returns, his hand going up to your waist and running up and down gently, always looking forward to feeling your body.

“Alright, now we're gonna apply some cream.” You spoil me too much, he thinks. A small smile makes way to his lips, happy that he found someone who loves to dote on him this much without ever complaining about it. You're having fun taking care of him, making a little spa out of your shared flat.

Your soft hands massage the product all over his much softer skin, making you realize just how much better his skin has gotten ever since you started doing his skincare months ago. You tap the pads of your fingers on his skin as you get done, making sure the cream gets into his pores well.

“Do this.” You pucker your lips, grinning down at him when he does it back with no hesitation. You apply a small amount of strawberry lip balm all over his thin, chapped lips, proud at seeing the way they become softer.

Who cares if Johnny teases him about becoming a ''pretty boy''? He doesn't have a girlfriend who spoils him, while Simon does. Yeah, shut up, Johnny.

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

[runninriot]

Feel (I Know What You Need)

written for @steddiesmuttyseptember

week 1 prompts: Service Dom, Pillow Princess | rated: E | wc: 4.454 | tags: Pillow Princess Steve Harrington, Service Dom/Top Eddie Munson, Pre Steddie, Hook-Up, Flirting, Teasing, Sex and Feelings, implied Strangers to Lovers | complete fic on ao3

Eddie should’ve stayed at home, shouldn’t have let Chrissy drag him out of the house to go clubbing because look where that got him.

He’s standing alone at the bar, an overprized drink in his hand, watching his best friend having the time of her life after she abandoned him for the cute girl she’s currently kissing in the middle of the dance floor.

And, oh no, don’t get him wrong! He’s not mad at her for leaving him behind to have some fun with a stranger; he’s happy for her. Chrissy deserves to be swept off her feet, to be kissed by a girl that seemed to be genuinely interested in her, maybe not just for tonight.

Because while Eddie has been aware of his sexuality since he was 15 and lucky enough to stick his tongue down both, a girl and a boy's throat in one night for the first time – Chrissy is only now experiencing the benefits of broadening her... hunting grounds.

That’s good for her. Especially after her break-up with that douche Jason – Eddie couldn’t stand him, always knew it would end up in a mess one way or another. He’s glad that guy’s out of the picture.

So, yeah. He fully supports her little make-out session. And he really doesn’t need her to entertain him. He’s good on his own. Knows it’d be easy to find someone else to occupy his time with.

But the thing is-

He's been trying not to do that anymore, to stop picking up random strangers in random places.

Having casual hook-ups is nice and all, but it always feels like something is missing. Like he can’t live up to his full potential because what he craves demands a little more trust, more communication, more ‘getting-to-know-someone’ and that’s just not how one-night stands work.

So, he’s been trying to be good, to hold back and not jump at the next best person that offers him an inviting smile. But then again- Eddie’s a weak man.

He catches himself too late, can’t help but let his eyes roam across the room, scanning the party crowd for potential takers. It's like a sugar rush, addictive in a way, fuel for his ego - and see, the thing is, Eddie's good at flirting, good at reading people to know what they're after.

Like pretty boy over there, for example. Doing his slutty dance moves; fingers seductively gliding across his mesh-covered upper body, touching his face, stroking through his own hair – confident, horny. He’s good-looking and he knows it, knows he’s got eyes on him, not just Eddie’s.

Eddie can practically hear the girls to the guy’s right gush about him when he sees them giggle and blush while daring to turn their heads every now and then. And there, watching him closely from the left corner, licking his lips like a greedy snake when the guy on the dance floor sways his hips to the beat, is a dude that probably thinks he’s hot shit with his gold chain around the neck and too much gel in his hair.

But neither of them have a chance, because it’s Eddie, who catches his attention when he opens his eyes and stares right at him before making his way over to the bar that’s conveniently also where Eddie is.

This is almost too easy, really.

Eddie can read him like an open book; the yearning in his eyes is visible from miles away and his body language is speaking volumes. Eddie knows exactly what that guy wants and this could be his lucky night because-

Eddie's suddenly feeling generous.

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“Never seen you here before,” pretty boy says as he leans over the counter, waiting to get the bartender’s attention.

Eddie doesn’t hide the way he’s checking him out head to toe, eyes lingering where the guy’s bent over the edge of the counter with his juicy behind on display, hugged by a tight pair of shorts that’s sitting dangerously low on his hips, revealing a sliver of bronze tinted skin dotted with moles.

Everything about pretty boy’s outfit screams ‘easy to get’ but he can see in in his eyes that it’s all part of an act.

That guy is anything but easy. He’s the type of person that wants to be conquered – you either prove you’re worth his attention or he won’t grace you with more than a derogatory look.

Eddie is so up for the challenge.

   “First time,” he answers curtly, hiding a smile in his glass when he finishes his drink. “Not my usual crowd.”

He’s feigning disinterest while already undressing the guy in his mind, throwing away any half-hearted intention to stay alone tonight.

The guy’s too pretty to be left unsupervised. Someone needs to keep an eye on him, make sure he’ll get home okay.

There are too many creeps just waiting for a delicate little thing to cross their paths, ready to sink their dirty fingers into places they do not deserve to stain with their greedy hands. They’d only cut themselves on his sharp edges anyway.

Eddie, on the other hand, knows how to take care of a beautiful rose with thorns, wouldn’t mind a few scratch marks as a reward for his efforts.

Without looking away from him, Eddie lifts two fingers – the petite brunette behind the bar has been eyeing him up all evening, he knows she’ll see him.

Sure enough, not a minute later, two drinks are placed in front of pretty boy whose eyes widen when Eddie grabs one of the glasses and silently offers him the second with a nod.

   “Impressive,” the guy snickers while rolling his eyes, trying not to give away how much it bothers him that Eddie managed to get him served that easy. “I’m Steve.”

He doesn’t offer his hand but instead, straightens his posture and turns to fully look at Eddie, giving him an obvious once over.

   “Eddie.”

   “So, what brings you here? You said this isn’t your usual crowd.”

Eddie’s eyes flick over to where Chrissy is dancing arm in arm with her girl and he smiles to himself when he turns his focus back to Steve.

   “Guess I just wanted to try something different.”

   “And? Was it worth it?”

Steve holds his gaze and Eddie could probably get lost in the other guy’s hazel eyes. But he’s a man with a plan and he’s getting tired of their pointless conversation.

Time to cut the chase.

   “Music sucks,” he says, leaning just a little bit closer, “but I sure had a fun time watching the dance floor.”

He doesn’t miss the bob of Steve’s Adam’s apple when he swallows roughly, imagines what it would feel like to follow the movement with his tongue.

   “Yeah? Saw something you liked?”

Steve inches closer almost as if he doesn’t realise it, eyes still transfixed on Eddie.

   “Still do.”

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continue reading here

[bombuni]

contains: roommates!yungi x gn!reader, pre-poly (?), yes they r in love with u and each other yes they have no idea what to do about it

“They’re gonna be so mad,”

Yunho turns to Mingi, who’s all too casually chewing on his sandwich you made him, with a swiftness that causes his neck to jolt. He purses his lips in frustration and furrows his brow so Mingi gets the message that his input is not needed.

Mingi keeps chewing and watching Yunho fumble with your now bleach stained shirt. Your favorite shirt, to be exact. All he’d done was put your laundry to wash and now he feels like disaster is imminent. He’s kneeling on the floor of your guys’ living room-on the patterned rug you bought-completely distraught and still in his pajamas. He’s been dealing with this predicament all morning, suffering by himself and trying like hell to get rid of the big, ugly thing. He’s starting to think it’s taunting him.

Yunho turns back to the shirt he’s flattened out on the floor, “What do I do?”

Mingi sits back on the couch and turns the TV on to his current watch, humming whatever song he heard on the radio as if his roommate isn’t 2 feet away and practically breaking down. Yunho runs his hands over the front of your shirt again, like he’s been doing for the past hour, as if that’ll make the giant mark disappear. The clock ticks and he’s all too aware of the time of your arrival slowly inching closer and closer.

Mingi internally giggles at Yunho’s disheveled hair, “Serves you right for touching their stuff,”

Yunho pouts from the floor, “I was trying to help them out!”

“So why didn’t you do my laundry too?”

Yunho pauses for a few seconds before turning to scoop your shirt up in his arms, carefully as if it’s not already tainted by himself, “You’re useless,” he stands up quickly and exasperated, turning back around with an accusing finger, “and you haven’t been working overtime. That’s why I didn’t do your laundry.”

“Hey!” Mingi pouts and stands with purpose, just as irritated as Yunho now. He wants to poke fun at Yunho some more, but he spies your lit hot buttered rum candle out of the corner of his eye. The one you lit this morning before you left for work so the house would smell nice for your roommates. He spies the neatly organized coat rack by the door, the one where he always haphazardly throws his jacket on but finds it neatly back in its designated spot the next morning. He spies the second wrapped sandwich left on the counter, the one you made specifically for him.

Yunho’s already gone into the kitchen to try, for the millionth time, to wash out the stain once Mingi’s had the little revelation that he’s so endeared by everything you do for them, or just you in general. He figures Yunho’s already realized this a while ago, based on his unrelenting efforts to save your favorite shirt. God, you haven’t even told them outright that it’s your favorite shirt but they both just know because of how often they see you wearing it. Mingi’s just thinking over every little detail about you he’s subconsciously stored in his brain, shelved right next to every little detail about Yunho.

He stands next to the brown-haired panicked man by the sink, now ready to double his efforts and put his all into saving your shirt. He starts scrubbing like the stain owes him money. He gets a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach now, standing next to a pleading Yunho and your material under his fingers. Mingi feels fully at home, servicing both of you, but he doesn’t want to unpack that now. Yunho feels a softness blooming in him, watching how focused Mingi is getting, and the softness grows until he feels like it’s going to burst out of him like the cotton fluff in a teddy bear. A knock on the front door takes him out of it.

They both look at each other with wide eyes, panic rising as the lock keeps clicking and the door creaks open. Yunho shakes the shirt wildly in a last, stupid attempt to magically get the stain off and Mingi bites his fingernails in anxiousness. Waiting, guiltily, to let you find them both like kids caught stealing out of the cookie jar.

“Hey,” your voice echoes in the kitchen as you casually walk in and unpack your lunchbox. It’s eerie because of the out of character silence. Usually you’re hounded by Yunho asking how your day was and Mingi complaining to you about whatever he wants to that day. They’re turned away from you, standing at the sink and fiddling with a cloth in their hands. The guilt is hanging in the air, almost contaminating you too. It’s so clearly written on Mingi’s pouting face every time he looks at you out of the corner of his eye and you don’t really have to wait to have your suspicions confirmed.

You lean on the counter and cross your arms, “Ok, what did you two do?”

They slowly turn to you, “Nothing, we ju-“

“Yunho got a bleach stain on your favorite shirt.”

You both look at Mingi, Yunho turning with a betrayed look on his face, “What? You shouldn’t have done their laundry without permission,”

You walk in between where they stand at the sink, taking the shirt into your hands and unfolding it until you spy the splotch. Yunho twirls his hands and watches you with puppy dog eyes, curling in on himself as if he’s preparing for a scolding. Mingi thinks he’s adorably pathetic, falling for his wide eyes even though they aren’t directed at him.

You hum and shrug, “I’ll just use this as a sleep shirt from now on.”

Yunho splutters and stands tall, offense overtaking his features and once again making Mingi the scapegoat to all of his problems, “You said they’d be totally mad at me!”

Mingi has a dumb smile on his face as Yunho keeps blabbering and smacking his side. You blow out the hot buttered rum candle on the counter, watching as the two keep battling and calling to you to ‘join their side.’ It turns out like always, with Yunho pinning Mingi to the couch and their ‘fight’ dissolving into soft giggles. It’s quiet for a moment as they catch their breath, before you come crashing onto Yunho’s back and forcing him to topple over Mingi. The room is loud again, filled with complaints and grumbling but none of you move. Mingi shifts so you’re both comfortably on top of him. His arms hardly fit around two bodies and Yunho’s practically falling off the edge of the couch but he’d rather die than purposefully leave the feeling of Mingi’s chest rising and falling under him, the feeling of your gentle hand running over the spots on his face. It’s another Thursday night in your crowded home and you can find love in every nook and cranny.

bom note: love domesticity hope i can try it sometime

[kur-ooz]

✧˚ · . Drunken Stupor

A/N - I saw your rule page and if your comfortable with it can you do baby daddy aizawa were he and reader make out (maybe they were drunk idk)???

hey anon! hope you enjoy I had fun writing this one.

✧˚ · . warnings - cursing! Semi Sexual content (It's just making out don't be a loser.)

✧˚ · . Pairings - Aizawa x Fem! Reader

You stumbled down the block, wallowing in your own drunkenness, the people around you are parting like the red sea. It'd been another night in your normal office job, and after you'd decided to get a drink at the bar, a drink turned into two and two turned into more.

It was embarrassing, how they stared like they knew everything, they didn't know shit.

your arm reached out for the brick wall, your nails digging into the rough texture, your arms swung down to your sides again. Your fingers running over a metal texture. Looking down you attempted to read the ingrained lettering on the plate.

1000th 6th, your eye twitched, you were drunk, but not drunk enough to not acknowledge that you'd just stumbled from the bar to your ex's boyfriends house.

It'd be sadder if it was by accident, but it wasn't. somewhere in the back of your mind you knew your drunk self was aware of what it was doing, present you just refused to accept it.

the porch light was on signifying that he was home, he usually was, he'd never go anywhere at this time, especially when he's got his daughter for the weekend.

You stare at the door for longer than you should and logical you says you should just walk away and go be ashamed in your apartment, but drunk you is whispering something much different in your brain.

'Just go check in, it wouldn't hurt."

Yeah, it wouldn't hurt, what's the worse that can happen?

Now you're hobbling to the door, and before you know it your finger is hovering over the doorbell, before you can re-evaluate your dumb decision the door opens and he's sitting there in all his glory.

well as glorious as you can be in sweatpants and a regular Cotten tee-shirt.

his face turns up in a confused way "What are you doing here?" he's now looking down at you his hair fallen over his shoulders.

his voice still makes you shiver even though it's been a while.

"Uh, checkin' on Ayato?" You slurred, you said it like it was common knowledge to show up on your exes doorstep at 10 o'clock at night, now he was really confused, "Are you drunk?" he asked.

you scoffed, "No, are you drunk?" you asked back, he let out a disappointed sigh, and fully reached his body out of the door to grab a package on the doorstep, he then opened the door fully, holding it open.

You looked to him, and then the door. He grunted, "Are you going to come inside or not?" without answering you slip inside and are comforted by the warmth of his home along with the smell of cookies.

"You bakin'?" You ask as you stumble across his home and into the kitchen as if you owned it, he trailed after you. "No, it's just a candle, you know I can't bake." he responded in his usual nonchalant tone.

you snorted, "Yeah, you are sucky at that." you responded. "Do you remember that one time your students were doing a cute little baking thing, and you had to make cookies for the event." you reminisced drunkenly

He grimaced. "Don't remind me."

"HA, they said they tasted like playdough." your laugh continued until it died out. he watched you carefully leaning on the island counter, you were drunk, but not stupid. "What?" you asked.

"Why are you here." It was more than a statement than a question. "For Ayato, I said I was gonna-"

"That's not true, you would've already asked about her, I'm going to ask again-" He moved from the counter and walked around until he was in front of you. "Why are you here."

At this point you were no longer drunk, probably slightly tipsy, and now you were starting to regret doing this in the first place.

you were so dumb, so entirely dumb to think you'd be able to resist the smell of him and his stupid cookie candle, you shouldn't have even entered his home, but you did, and now you were here.

your hands reached out to him, he didn't make an effort to move or stop you, if anything it felt like he was moving closer to you, and he definitely was when you felt his warm lips.

oh this was getting out of hand very quickly, but it felt so normal

his hands trailed down to your waist, he was the firs to deepen the kiss you went along with it, his stubble scratched your chin, somthing you oddly missed.

he backed you up to the fridge rocking it slightly, your fingers curled into the hair on the back of his neck, through your heavy kiss, the baby monitor on his counter began to exude the noises of your daughter.

in almost an instant you pushed him away, your brain entering back into your skull. Ayato continued to whine. he was still huffing, he glanced over to the monitor, "I'm sorry-"

"You should go." he interrupted.

Your mouth opened and closed, "Yeah, okay." you responded.

and now your sitting outside his door a few moments later wondering.

what the fuck just happened?

[tumbleweed-run]

Future Plans

(18+, Explicit) Kinktober 2023 Day 8 Breeding

“I’m thinking these with the pork we just got would be good for dinner tonight,” Gale said over his shoulder as he held up an apple, rolling it over in his hand to inspect it. 

Of course, it was then that he realized Tav wasn’t actually behind any longer, which would explain the odd look the merchant was giving him. He sighed heavily and turned to scan the area. She was easily found not far down the road, interestingly there was a small swarm of children standing around her watching as she tossed a ball in the air before catching it, where it then seemingly vanish. 

It was an odd quirk of hers, collecting children as one might plants or stones. He’d noticed it not long after they met when she’d somehow befriended just about every Tiefling child in the grove. It continued on through every phase of their journey. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that drew children in, there were any number of admirable traits she possessed that were capable of that.

He made his way to her, apples forgotten. 

As he approached, she caught his eye and grinned. With a bow, she pulled the ball out of wherever she’d hidden it. The children laughed, some clapped. When she handed the toy back to one of them a few made sad noises but otherwise didn’t interfere with her weaving her way out of the crowd she’d drawn. 

A vision of her pregnant swam into Gale’s vision and left him with a strange sense of wistfulness. 

“Sorry,” Tav told him, smiling. 

“You do always seem to amaze the children,” Gale told her, this time catching her hand in his to prevent any further wandering. 

“Of course,” she agreed, tugging on his hand so she could lean over and peer at one of the many vendors lining the road, “children love magic.”

“And I’m sure you’re aware that that isn’t-”

“Have you,” Tav said turning to Gale abruptly, reaching up to tap his nose with a finger, “considered being fun?”

Gale rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the smile that pulled at his lips. “I am quite fun,” he argued.

Tav merely laughed at him. 

It was an image he couldn’t shake, even days later. Gale found himself thinking of it, Tav pregnant, in the oddest moments. Found himself lingering inside her a while longer than normal after they made love. It was silly the way the thought of her becoming pregnant almost spurred him on for round two. 

They’d talked about kids in the past and there would no doubt be at least one future Dekarios. The time was not now, though; their wedding wasn’t so far off, and they were busy planning the trip they’d take after. They both wanted an adventure, just the two of them, and with lower stakes than their initial one. So Tav getting pregnant right now would be poor timing all around. 

So why did the idea stick with him?

“What is going on inside your head right now?” Tav asked from across the room. She was watching Gale through the mirror of her vanity as she got ready for bed. 

Gale let the book he’d been meaning to read drop into his lap fully. “Not whatever this it,” he admitted and looked down to see exactly which book he’d dragged into their room. A Brief History of Undermountain. Well then, he didn’t feel so bad, this would only be the fourth time he’d read the book. 

“But?” Tav prompted as she stood and made her way across the room. Instead of walking to her side she came and stood by him. 

Gale peered up at her as he closed the forgotten book. She took it from his lap, peered down at the title, and discarded it on the dresser. 

“You.” He said in half-truth.

Tav climbed onto him then, sitting so her knees were bracketing his hips and she was facing him. “As flattered as I am that’s not it.”

Gale sighed. “Children of all things,” he admitted. 

“Changing your mind?” Tav asked, her eyes roaming over his face. 

He shook his head. “No, just the thought that I would very much like to put our child in you.”

Tav smiled sweetly, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. “Gale…” she began

He pressed his own hand to hers. “I know, not now.” He agreed. “But you must admit it paints a stirring image. The merging of ourselves to create something entirely new.”

“Yes,” she agreed, “I, for one, cannot wait to deal with my own child summoning creatures into the house.”

Gale growled playfully and turned to nip at her palm. Tav laughed and tried to wrestle her hand away but he firmly caught it in his own. He licked a line up her palm, causing her to shriek and try to wiggle away. 

Swiftly, he grabbed hold of her waist and flipped them. Tav was now laying on her back, blanket trapped between them. She blinked up at him in response to the sudden movement. 

“Maybe it’s just the idea of all the sex we’ll have that you want,” her tone was teasing. She dragged her foot along his thigh before hooking her leg at his back. 

Gale allowed himself to be pulled against her, dropping his head down to press a kiss to her throat. “I very much like the idea of filling you daily until we get our babe out of it,” he said against the skin of Tav’s neck. 

“Oh,” she dragged out the word, not unaffected by the image Gale was painting. 

“Every day, until we’re successful,” he pressed a kiss between every word as if to make a point. 

Tav’s hips ground against his. “Sounds like a lot of work,” she breathed.

“Maybe we should practice,” Gale suggested and reached between them to pull the blanket out. 

Tav laughed and shifted around to make his task easier. “I think that is a fine idea,” she said when he finally succeeded. 

Gale leaned up and captured her lips with his. She was eager to return the kiss, hands moving to his shoulders simply to hold him there. He rolled his hips against hers and she gasped. He took advantage of the moment and licked his way into her mouth, hips rocking against her all the while. 

He ran his hand down her thigh moving the fabric of her nightgown out of the way as he did. Gale laughed, breaking their kiss to press a series of smaller kisses against the side of her mouth. There was nothing more between them then the thin material of her nightgown and he own clothes.

“Hoping for something?” He teased, scraping the blunt edges of his nails against the flesh of Tav’s exposed hip. 

She grinned. “A girl can hope.”

It was easy enough to slide the rest of the material up, pooling it around her middle, leaving Tav blissfully naked from the waist down. 

Gale sat up on his knees, her leg falling back to the bed, to admire the sight for a moment. She was beautiful beneath him. Tav was always beautiful to him he had to admit. He’d loved her in the heat of battle and he loved her now in the soft quiet of their bedroom. Gale watched her a few moments longer until she squirmed and looked away from him. 

“I am beyond lucky,” He murmured and worked to remove his clothes, the final barriers between them. 

Once Gale was naked, he laid back down between her legs. Tav turned her head back and looked up at him. She then pressed up for a kiss as he leaned over her, one he willingly gave. 

A small shift and he slotted himself between her folds. Gale was normally one to pull at least one orgasm from his partner before getting to the main event, so to speak. Tonight was different though, he needed to be inside of her. Soon, preferably. 

Tav seemed to sense his need and drew her leg around him, encouraging him. 

Ever happy to oblige Gale slowly pressed himself into her. He happily realized she was wet enough that there was no need to disentangle themselves to add oil. Tav was urging him forward, gently squeezing her leg against his thighs. Gale had no desire to rush, simply pushing forward until he bottomed out and then not moving. He showered soft kisses across Tav’s jaw, trailing down as far as he could comfortably go until reaching her collarbone. 

Only once she was squirming did he slowly pull out again, until just the tip of his cock was left buried in her. Only to just slowly begin the same movements over again. 

In a testament to Tav’s patience she allowed him to repeat this same excruciatingly slow roll twice more before growling in frustration. Gale hung in head in an effort to hide the grin he wore at the situation but the way her heel dug into his backside told him she knew.

Swiftly she pushed on his shoulders and twisted her hips to roll them over. Gale allowed himself to be moved onto his back, managing to keep from pulling out of her throughout the whole movement. Once she was seated comfortably atop him, Tav smiled down, pleased with herself. His hands came to rest on her hips. 

Despite her previous frustrations, the roll of Tav’s hips started slow. He was happy to watch and allow her to do whatever she wished. Gradually, she began moving earnestly. Picking up speed and lifting herself up just enough to slip back down. Gale waited for her to find a rhythm before beginning to roll himself up to her. 

It wouldn’t be enough for him, and likely she knew that. Gale didn’t try and change her movements at all. Sweet little moans were punched from Tav’s lips each time she allowed him to bottom out inside of her. Her head was tilted back, a flush dragging down her neck to her chest. He loved watching her chase after her pleasure and would have been content to lie there for hours letting her use him like that. 

Tav leaned forward, one hand braced on his chest and tried to spread her thighs impossibly more. Gale knew what she wanted and allowed his hand to travel to where they joined. Gently he slid his thumb to her clit, Tav cried out at the first brush against it. Her cries devolved into low moans as he continued to rub circles against the bundle of nerves. 

Gale braced his heels against the bed, free hand holding Tav’s hip firmer, and began thrusting up into her. Her nails raked against his chest as she flexed her hand in and out of a fist, seemingly unaware of the red scratches she was carving into him. He didn’t mind, welcomed it even. 

“Gale,” she whined.

Nothing further followed but he knew what she needed. He circled his thumb faster on her clit, hips thrusting in time to meet every drop of hers. He felt her cunt begin to flutter around him as she cried out again. 

Gale quickly rolled them so Tav was on her back again. His thrust were sporadic lacking any kind of finess as he fucked her through her orgasm. She was gripping his shoulders, nails digging in as she writhed against him. Greedily he began chasing his own release. 

It didn’t take long, Tav’s sweet noises and the feel of her aftershocks squeezing around him pushing Gale over the edge not long after her. He pinned their hips together as he spilled deep inside of her, unable to keep from doing that even now. She rolled languidly against him. 

“I love you,” Gale murmured and pressed a kiss against her shoulder. 

He sat up, slowly allowing himself to pull from inside of her. 

“And I love you,” Tav answered, watching him from beneath heavily lidded eyes. 

Gale glanced down and watched as a small amount of cum slowly began leaking from inside of her. He didn’t think, mere pressed his thumb against it and slowly pressed it back into Tav. 

She snorted. “I think there may be something wrong with you,” her tone was light and he took no offense. 

Instead Gale pressed the pad of his thumb into her further, keeping anymore of his spend from leaking out. 

[cuubism]

I tried to be creative for a hurt/comfort thing but you know what, I'm a very predictable creature of habit who likes what I like lol

A go-to headcanon of mine for canon or human au is that Hob's love language is providing food just as like, a caretaking thing. But of course Dream interprets it as Hob thinking he's ugly for being so skinny. 🥺

🤘five-and-dimes

@five-and-dimes this slots in well with math au so it had to be math au ☺️

--

"Dream?"

Dream doesn't realize he's drifted off mentally until Hob calls his name. It's possible he's called it more than once and Dream didn't hear. It must be some special level of dysfunction to be able to get so distracted during sex. All week he has thought about Hob, watched the play of his hands on his keyboard and wished they were on his skin, watched the flex of his arms as he ties his hair back, studied his mouth as he chewed on the end of a pen. Now he is here, and yet he's not. Here.

"Are you alright?" Hob continues when Dream just kind of keeps staring at him. "You're like. Not with me at all. I don't know where you are."

Dream doesn't know where Dream is either. Technically he is lying in bed with Hob kneeling between his thighs, and they haven't even gotten fully undressed yet. Hob's hands are still resting lightly on his hips, thumbs hooked under the waistband of his jeans. Dream is suddenly aware of just how sharp his hipbones are when he lies like that, the jut of bone visible through his skin.

He pushes himself up to sitting, dislodging Hob's hands. "I am fine."

"Sure," Hob says, not wholly convinced. "Long day I guess?"

Dream hums noncommittally.

"Want to watch a movie instead?"

"Yes," Dream says, though still distracted, "very well."

Hob moves away to grab his shirt, and Dream watches the flex of his shoulders, the strength of his back and bend of his neck. And he wants, and for a moment he considers saying, no, come back, I want-- but when Hob turns back to him it dies in his throat.

He puts on his own shirt, and Hob pulls him close, lets him settle between his legs, his back to Hob's chest, as he takes his laptop from the nightstand. "I heard about this one, supposed to be using maths to solve time travel. Figured we could watch and you could tell me all the ways they're wrong and stupid."

Hob knows him too well. "You have no confidence that the maths could be correct?" he says.

"Do you?"

"...No," Dream admits, and Hob laughs.

"It'd be no fun if it was right, anyway. Your commentary makes it way more entertaining."

Dream leans back in his arms as Hob boots up the movie, and then it feels easy again, comfortable again, as they fall back into their familiar pattern.

He doesn't know what was wrong with him before.

--

Dream likes to steal Hob's sweatshirts. He runs cold, but often forgets to bring extra layers with him when he goes places. Or perhaps he is intentionally forgetting to bring his own, so he can steal Hob's. Hob never seems to mind, after all.

And Hob's clothes are not so different in size to his own, they are almost the same height. Hob has broader shoulders than he does, but Dream never feels like he is swimming in Hob's clothes.

Except for now.

He's studying the way the sleeves of Hob's sweatshirt lie on his wrists, comparing it to the way they had looked on Hob's wrists when he had worn the same sweatshirt just this morning, before Dream had stolen it. Have his wrists always been this narrow? The jut of the ulna so sharp where the hem of the sleeve hangs? Has he always looked this bony, when contrasted with soft fabric?

"Hey, love, you hungry? I made you something."

Hob is standing before him, holding a bowl. He places it down on the table before Dream.

"Made me something?" Dream echoes.

"Dinner," Hob says. "You didn't eat anything today."

Did he? Perhaps not. He often doesn't, at least not until Hob reminds him. Which he often does.

"It's green curry," Hob says, pushing the bowl closer to him as if trying to tempt him to take a treat. "One of your favorites?"

Dream does not know if he is really hungry, but Hob is a good cook and besides, it will make him happy if Dream eats it, so he takes it.

Seeming satisfied, Hob gets his own bowl and sits down across from him, tucking in as Dream starts delicately picking at pieces of green bean and pepper, small spoonfuls of rice soaked in curry. It is, in fact, very good. He is just. Out of sorts, perhaps.

But he eats it, slowly, because he knows Hob will be happy. Hob is always happy when he manages to feed him. Perhaps Dream truly doesn't eat enough. Perhaps he is getting too bony.

He tries not to study his wrists as he holds the spoon.

--

Dream is... not having a good day. He doesn't fully know why. He often doesn't. Regardless, he's lying in bed, music blaring in his headphones, staring blankly at the wall, when Hob gets back from class in the evening.

He doesn't realize it's time for Hob to come back until Hob is creaking open the bedroom door, letting a sliver of light into the cocoon Dream's created. He says something, which Dream doesn't hear on account of the music he's blasting at maximum volume.

He takes out his earbuds as Hob repeats it. "Hey, love. You want some tea? A snack?"

Dream lifts his head to find that Hob's set down a cup of tea and a piece of toast with what looks like almond butter and honey on the nightstand.

"It's seven p.m.," Hob continues. Dream hadn't realized it was so late. He doesn't remember exactly when he laid down. "Have you eaten?"

He's sure Hob already knows the answer to that.

Dream sits up and takes the toast, as bidden. And then just. Stares at it.

Hob lays the back of his hand against Dream's forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I don't know," Dream says. But he is not sick in the way that Hob means. He sets the toast back down and takes the tea instead, sipping it slowly.

"You don't feel warm." Hob lets his hand fall. "Should eat the toast, if you can. Do you want company, or should I leave you be?"

Dream swallows hard to clear the lump in his throat. Hob is... so tolerant of his oddities. "Company. If you can tolerate my silence."

"I can cope." Hob fetches his things, and soon enough he's sitting beside Dream in bed, laptop open. Dream leans against his shoulder. Hob's body is soft enough to be comfortable to lie against, while Dream's shoulder is... sharp. When Hob lies against him, are all of Dream's bones just jutting into him?

He sits up again, picks up the toast. If he ate enough almond butter toast he might not be so sharp-edged. But eating an amount of toast that hits even a baseline caloric requirement is already hard enough.

He eats it slowly and tries to pretend it doesn't stick on the way down.

--

When they were teenagers, Desire used to make fun of Dream for being too skinny. "It's all in the name of love," they'd sing, "just don't want you to end up alone, that's all." Then they'd poke him in the ribs--"You're so bony"--and start giggling.

It didn't help that Dream had jumped ahead two levels in school, and already felt gangly and awkward in comparison to everyone else in his year, who were invariably older. As years passed, he grew out of those awkward teenage proportions, but never lost his thin, angular frame.

Hob, for his part, still has a bit of youthful ranginess to him, but Dream thinks he will fill out wonderfully as he gets older. He does not know what will happen to himself.

What he does know is that Hob keeps trying to feed him.

He'll make breakfast for him, if he stays over. Even if Hob himself needs to run out the door to class with nothing more than a granola bar, he somehow manages to make sure there is something for Dream. He's always making Dream's favorite foods for dinner, more often than not foods Dream barely remembers ever mentioning. He brings him tea in a thermos when Dream is up late working in his favorite classroom.

Dream does not know what to do with this. He is finding it harder and harder to eat what Hob makes. He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

When he gets home from class, he finds that Hob is gone, but he's left an entire container of muffins on Dream's kitchen counter. Zucchini muffins!! the note taped to the lid reads. Very tasty and nutritious too!! ❤️

Dream stares at them for a long time, a lump in his throat. Then he closes the lid, carefully latches it so they won't go stale, and retreats to his bedroom.

--

Dream is straddling Hob's lap and he should be enjoying himself but he cannot. Stop. Thinking.

About how sharp his knees and ankles look. How Hob can definitely feel his ribs where his hands are laid on Dream's waist. About the deep cut of his collarbone, made more evident by the way he's wrapping his arms around Hob's shoulders as they kiss. Does Hob think about it? Does he look at Dream and wish there was softness to touch, instead of these hard edges?

"Dream," Hob says, still close enough that Dream feels his breath as he pulls away from the kiss. "Where are you, love? Because it's not with me."

It all feels so obvious when Dream thinks about it now. He got used to not thinking about his own body but it's impossible to ignore when he's pressed up against Hob, when he's only in his underwear. Hob has seen him, and touched him, and is always trying to feed him, and he would never say anything because he isn't mean but it must bother him, that Dream is so, is so--

"Do you think I am wrong?" he asks.

Hob just stares at him, thrown. "What?" he asks. "Wrong about what?"

"Wrong," Dream repeats. And suddenly he can't stand to be exposed like he is, and disentangles himself from Hob, reaching for the nearest article of clothing--which ends up being Hob's sweatshirt, the one he likes to steal. And so he ends up just holding it to his chest instead of putting it on, frozen.

Hob reaches for him, then lets his hands fall. "I don't understand."

"You want me to eat more," Dream says.

"I-- yeah? You barely eat one meal a day, of course I want you to eat more?"

Dream nods to himself, clutching Hob's sweatshirt closer. It all makes sense now. He doesn't know why he didn't understand it earlier. Or perhaps he did, subconsciously.

The wave of sadness that catches him under his lungs is more powerful than he anticipated. But at least now he understands.

"I don't know what conclusion you're making, but somehow I don't think it's right," Hob says. He reaches for Dream again, and this time wraps his hand around his wrist, slides down over the bones there until their fingers are tangled together. Their knuckles lock, bone to bone.

"I am hideous to you," he says, braced by Hob's touch enough to voice it.

"What?" Dream expects Hob to move away, but he doesn't, though he does sound... hurt. "How could you think that?"

"You think I should eat more," Dream says. Even as he says it, he feels himself curl inwards again, though it only makes the angles of his limbs more prominent.

"Yeah because you can't survive on one piece of toast every two days? I don't want you to starve yourself?" Hob sounds increasingly desperate as he says it. "Honestly you've been freaking me out, I feel like even when I make stuff you like you want to eat it even less."

"I... like what you make," Dream says quietly. He slowly thinks through what Hob's said. "I thought that... you felt I was too skinny. That you would be more attracted to me if I was not so... bony. And sharp."

He is very sharp-edged all around. And Hob already tolerates the sharp edges of his personality.

"Dream." Now Hob takes both of his hands. "Don't you know I was so attracted to you the moment I saw you? I wanted you so bad. And your attention. Your interest." He plays with Dream's fingers. "Look how beautiful your hands are." He cups Dream's face in his hand. "Your jawline is literally to die for. Modeling agencies would sign you."

Dream makes an expression of distaste at the thought, and Hob laughs.

"I know, you'd hate that." He kisses the tip of Dream's nose. "But the point stands. You're gorgeous." He runs his hand through Dream's hair, making it stick up all over the place. And the way Hob looks at him then makes any objection die in Dream's throat, makes him want to crawl into Hob's lap and press against Hob's body and let Hob do anything to him. "I mean, look at you."

A blush rises to Dream's cheeks. "So. You do not want me to eat so that I will gain weight."

"I want you to eat so you don't fucking die," Hob says, and something about the dramatic phrasing of it makes Dream laugh, and then Hob laughs, too, and pulls him close, pressing Dream's head into his shoulder.

"I am like a recalcitrant pet to you, then," Dream says, and Hob chuckles.

"Too right. You can lead a Dream to avocado toast..."

Perhaps... Dream might be better at being led. Now that he knows why Hob is doing the leading.

“I love you,” Hob says, kissing Dream’s temple. “And your ridiculous cheekbones, you angelic creature. You’re so incredibly beautiful.”

Dream’s blush only deepens, and he hides his face in Hob’s shoulder. Hob rubs a hand up and down his bare back, catching on the knobs of his spine. He holds Dream close until Dream’s embarrassment subsides and he feels able to lift his head again.

When their eyes meet again, Hob just smiles. “Can I show you?” He traces his thumb over Dream’s lower lip. “How much I want you?”

Dream nods, tongue dabbing at Hob's thumb. Yes, he wants. He wants Hob. And he wants Hob to want him, desperately he wants it, for Hob to think he is desirable, no matter how embarrassing it may be to feel that want.

Hob kisses him again, pulling him close so Dream is half in his lap, tangled up in him again. Dream chases his mouth. And each touch of Hob's hands over the hard bend of his hips or the sharp wings of his shoulder blades, just as passionate and determined as Dream could have ever hoped for, makes him feel better, until he's not thinking about the shape of himself at all, just the feeling of Hob's touch, and his own pleasure.

And, maybe, the tea Hob might make for him afterward.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Sharing is Caring (18+)

Hyena!Danny Masterpost

Danny slid back into the apartment, his gaze immediately locking on the redheaded man sitting on the couch. He grinned sharply and approached with a little extra swing to his hips he knew Jason noticed, looking up and matching Danny’s grin. 

“You must be Roy,” Danny said with a smile approaching the couch and offering Roy his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Ya, you must be Danny. Same,” Roy said, beginning to stand as he reached out to take Danny’s hand. Before he could stand Danny grabbed his hand and practically swooped into Roy’s space. Startled, Roy fell back onto the couch and Danny sat himself down on Roy’s lap looking like the cat that got the cream. 

Jason laughed at the panicked look Roy gave him and leaned closer, resting one hand on Danny’s lower back. “I told you we like to share~ I take it you brought lube Danny?” Jason asked, glancing at his boyfriend. 

“Yep it’s in my front pocket,” Danny chirped, wiggling and getting more comfortable in Roy’s lap, pressing his hands against Roy’s chest and leaned forward to purr in Roy’s ear; “So if you want me I’m all yours~” 

Roy choked and blushed, squirming ever so slightly under Danny, Jason smiled a little and turned towards the two of them. “Really Roy. If you want this, it’s okay, or if you don’t and you want to just talk, that's fine, we won’t be hurt.”

“Well I’ll be a little hurt,” Danny said with a performative pout, Jason smacked his thigh lightly in retaliation. At least Roy didn’t look panicked anymore, he looked thoughtful, glancing back and forth between Jason and Danny.

“And what if I want both of you?” Roy asked, much to Jason’s shock honestly. “What?” Roy demanded, blushing but determined. “I’m a switch and you’re hot!” 

Jason blushed, his jaw dropping just a little as Danny cackled at him and leaned over to affectionately headbutt his shoulder. “You shouldn’t be so surprised, Sunshine! You’re hot as hell, you’d be shocked how many people want you but are just scared to say as much,” Danny laughed at him, which at least snapped him out of his shock to roll his eyes at his boyfriend.

“Danny and I haven’t talked about me fucking anyone else yet,” Jason said, glancing over at Danny. He wasn’t sure if he was hoping Danny would say yes or no, he was attracted to Roy, had been since they were teens, but he was also panicking!

“I’m fine with it,” Danny chirped. So there went that excuse, now Jason had to decide if he wanted this. And quickly because he could see that Roy was starting to get nervous, it had been a pretty brave thing to ask really.

“Yes, it can be both of us,” Jason decided, might as well right? Roy was his best friend and he didn’t think this would ruin either his friendship or relationship, though they’d need to have some serious conversations about this later.

“This is going to be fun,” Danny purred, cupping Jason’s jaw and drew him closer, kissing him with an open mouth and a lot of tongue. Jason tried to match Danny’s energy and not feel awkward about how Roy was watching them. 

Danny pulled back and licked his lips, giving Jason an impish grin before sliding his hand to the back of Jason’s neck and pushing him towards Roy. “Now him,” Danny giggled. Both Jason and Roy’s eyes widened and Roy blushed, but, well, how could Jason say no to that?

He kissed Roy, who let out a startled little gasp before melting into the kiss. Jason opened one eye to peek at Danny, who was leaning back with his hands propped on Roy’s knees, watching the two of them with a hungry gaze and a soft little smile. Jason glared at Danny and then closed his eyes and focused on exploring Roy’s mouth, who let him in without hesitation, letting out aborted little sounds he didn’t seem to be fully aware of. 

Danny’s hand disappeared from the back of his head and Jason barely noticed, not bothering to think about where it had gone until Roy gave a startled sound of pleasure and broke the kiss with a gasp. Jason pulled back and looked down to see Danny had slipped off of Roy’s lap to kneel between his legs and was nuzzling against his crotch. He gave them an impish little smile. 

“Don’t mind me,” He purred as he started to unbutton Roy’s pants before undoing the zipper with his teeth. Roy looked back at Jason with a slightly panicked expression and Jason gave him a reassuring smile.

“If you need us to stop, just tell us. If you need us to slow down or if there’s anything you don’t want just let us know. Okay?” Jason asked, cupping the back of Roy’s neck and looking him in the eye levelly. 

Roy swallowed thickly and nodded and Jason smiled at him. “Good,” Jason said pulling Roy back in and kissing him again while Danny pulled Roy’s cock from his pants and started to slowly stroke his dick, adding in little kitten licks when Roy started moaning against Jason’s lips. 

Roy broke the kiss again when Danny took his dick into his mouth, gasping and grabbing Danny’s hair, curling around him a little. Jason grinned down at him and reached down, nudged Roy’s hand out of the way and started stroking Danny’s hair making him start purring. 

“Holy shit!” Roy moaned, arching back and practically slamming his head back against the couch cushions. 

“Sensational right?” Jason chuckled as he carded his fingers through Danny’s hair. He had his eyes half closed and a little pinch between his brows as he focused on sucking Roy’s dick, bobbing his head up and down with his cheeks gently hollowed. “Don’t forget about me Beloved,” Jason reminded, as he undid his own pants with one hand. 

Danny gave Jason a coy look before reaching over with one hand and wrapping agile fingers around his dick, stroking his cock slowly. Jason moaned softly and shifted a little closer so Danny could get a better angle.

Roy’s moans grew louder, but once both he and Jason were good and hard Danny pulled back, leaving his tongue a little bit out leaving a string of saliva connecting the tip of Roy’s dick to his lips. He looked up at them as he licked his lips, breaking the strand with a devilish little smirk. “He’s almost as big as you, Jay~ This is going to be a fun night,” He chuckled as Roy finally looked down at Jason’s dick, swallowing thickly as his eyes widened. 

Danny reached into his front pocket and pulled out the bottle of lube he’d brought and passed it to Jason. “I think if you want to get fucked you’d better get undressed, actually we probably all should,” Danny said, getting up and shrugging out of his jacket. 

“Right,” Roy yelped and started to undress, fingers clumsy with eager arousal but at least Danny had already undone his buttons. What was going to be most complicated for both him and Jason was getting rid of all of their hidden weapons. Roy kept his prosthetic on, now Jason could see it only went to his elbow before meeting flesh.

Danny was naked while they were still struggling with thigh and shoulder holsters, sitting on the couch watching them with amusement. “Ya ya laugh it up, we can’t all have the powers of a god at our fingertips,” Jason said, rolling his eyes at Danny who cackled and shrugged. 

Once Roy was undressed Danny got up from the couch and grabbed the lube from his pants pocket before grabbing Roy’s hand and tugging on him, leaving Jason to follow them. “Let’s go to the bedroom, we’ll be more comfortable there,” He purred and they both followed him like rats after the piper. Jason thought briefly about how they were both leaving their weapons, but they were going with Danny, who was basically a living weapon, so they’d be fine. 

Once they reached the bedroom Danny flopped down on the bed, dragging Roy with him so that he was on top of Danny, who shifted to get comfortable with his legs wrapped around Roy’s waist. Roy looked nervous and exposed, it had been a while since he’d had sex at all, and any threesome he’d had was when he was too high to have a clear memory of it. “I’ve got you,” Danny murmured, lacing his fingers through Roy’s, half to comfort him and half to pin him from bellow before he nodded to Jason.

“We’ll take it slow,” Jason promised as he popped the lid on the bottle of lube. “Are you alright with getting fucked, we can always spitroast Danny if you’re not ready for this.”

“No, I want you to fuck me. It’s just been a while,” Roy chuckled nervously, the last person he’d been with had been Cheshire, and ya she had pegged him a couple times, but that was not many times years ago. 

“We’ll take it slow,” Danny repeated and pulled Roy down for a kiss, letting out a low, deliberate purr to help distract and relax him while Jason poured lube and spread it over two of his fingers. He sat on the bed behind the two of them and rubbed the pads of his fingers over the outside of Roy’s hole, feeling the warm skin twitch under his fingers as Roy gave a soft whimper. Danny gave a soothing sound and squeezed Roy’s hand as Jason started to push in one finger slowly.

He marveled at how much warmer Roy was then Danny! He hadn’t really thought about how Danny being half ghost would affect this, and he hadn’t fucked anyone else since getting with Danny so he hadn’t noticed the difference. Roy felt almost burning hot around Jason’’s fingers as he worked Roy open enough to add a second finger. When he did he started to work Roy open, watching as he broke the kiss and his against Danny’s throat, whimpering softly. 

Danny let go of one of Roy’s hands and stroked his hair. “Feel free to bite as you need to~ However hard you want,” Danny purred. Though judging by the way he arched and moaned when Roy did bite him he hadn’t actually been expecting the red-head to take him up on it. 

Jason chuckled softly and admired the look of pleasure on Danny’s face as he clung to Roy. He was sure the look on Roy’s face was just as good, but he couldn’t see it right now. That was the only problem with a threesome like this, it was next to impossible to see both of their faces at the same time the way Jason would have really liked to.

“What-What about you?” Roy asked Danny, propping himself up just a little to look down at him. He didn’t seem to notice when the redness from his bite disappeared almost instantly. 

“I don’t need much prep since I’m getting fucked basically every day. Just use a lot of lube and I’ll be fine,” Danny promised, nuzzling against Roy’s cheek like a cat. He glanced around for where the lube had gone and when he saw it still in Jason’s hand he made grabby hands for it over Roy’s shoulder. 

“You could use your words Pup,” Jason teased Danny, who huffed and rolled his eyes. 

“Pass me the lube please Boss,” Danny said with over exaggerated deference that made Jason roll his eyes right back. 

“You’ll pay for that later, Beloved,” He growled playfully and Danny grinned up at him.

“Counting on it Sunshine, now pass me the lube,” Danny demanded. Jason shook his head buy quickly poured some lube into his hand to slick up his dick. He had to pull his fingers out of Roy to do that, and almost regretted it when he heard the bereft little whimper Roy involuntarily let out. “Be patient, I’m almost done,” Jason promised before passing the bottle to Danny and going back to stretching Roy, he was almost loose enough now but Jason wanted to be extra sure that Roy would feel good. 

Beneath Roy Danny poured a generous amount of lube into one hand and reached down between them. He cupped Roy’s dick in his slick palm, stroking him generously and thoroughly coating his dick as he gave a breathless moan. Overwhelmed he his against Danny’s neck again, his arms and thighs shaking a little bit as he let them guide him.

“Good, you’re doing good. Now fuck me,” Danny breathed to Roy, taking his slick cock in hand and arching his hips, helping guide the tip of Roy’s cock to his hole. Roy moaned and pushed down more on instinct then anything and they both moaned as Roy sunk slowly into Danny’s unprepared but practiced body. 

“So tight! Are- are you sure you’re okay?” Roy asked Danny breathlessly.

He trilled and nuzzled against Roy’s neck before finding his words again. “He’s fine,” Jason chuckled, translating the sound and gesture. “Just give him a moment to adjust.”

“No! Fuck me!” Danny insisted indignantly, finally finding his tongue. “I can take it.”

“I know you can, I meant for Roy’s sake,” Jason chuckled as he finally deemed Roy loose enough and pulled out his fingers. 

“Fuck you,” Roy gasped indignantly, though it didn’t sound particularly convincing coming out half as a moan as it did. 

“No thank you, I’m planning to fuck you instead,” Jason snickered as he lined himself up and started to slowly push into Roy’s ass. Moaning as the heat nearly overwhelmed him too. 

None of them were going to last long with that much foreplay, or at least Roy seemed like he was already on the verge of coming just from Jason finally fucking into him for the first time. He shuddered between the two of them, his hips twitching back and forth between the cock in his ass and the ass wrapped around his cock. 

Jason chuckled and grabbed his hips, helping to guide Roy in a steady rhythm between both of them, listening to Roy and Danny moaning in turns. If he could have purred he would have, having both of them under him was a dream come true and he was so fucking high with endorphins it almost felt like a dream too. 

“I think you’d better help Roy get you off,” Jason chuckled breathlessly. Danny’s glazed eyes focused on him and he nodded, beginning to reach down between the two of them to start stroking his own dick.

“Fuck you I can do it,” Roy mumbled, pushing Danny’s hand away and shifting his weight to elbow and false arm so he could reach down to jack Danny off, trying to manage all of their pleasure so they could cum together.

At least focusing on that helped delay Jason’s orgasm, giving him something to focus on other than how hot and tight Roy was. He forced Roy to go faster, fucking into Danny hard and fast making Danny squirm and whine as Roy yelped and shuddered. “You’re both doing so well,” Jason praised breathlessly. “Fuck this is so hot.”

“Mmm Ya,” Danny moaned, tilting his head back and wrapping his arms around Roy, reaching past him to run his hands through Jason’s hair with an absolutely besotted expression. 

Roy came first, but not by much and both Jason and Danny came quickly after. All three of them collapsed to the bed in a tangle of limbs, and bodily fluids breathing heavily and, in Danny’s case, purring loudly.

“We should do this again sometimes,” Danny spoke up once he’d caught his breath a little. 

“Glad you suggested it and not me,” Jason laughed breathlessly, he wanted to as well but had been hesitant to say as much. “What do you think Roy?”

“Hey I’m not one to turn down a good time,” Roy agreed without opening his eyes. “You guys cool with me spending the night? I’ll just have to call the babysitter, but I do not want to drive home.”

“Of course,” Jason assured. 

“Good, now get off of me, I want to shower,” Danny complained without heat, pushing against Roy’s shoulder, who laughed rolled off of Danny so he could head to the shower.

[intoanotherworld23]

Reward For Bad Behavior

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warnings: NSFW 18+, smut in this, female masturbation, talk of sex toys, female oral receiving, sitting on face, implied sex

Summary: Joel catches you having fun with yourself, and instead of punishing you he does something the both of you can enjoy

A/N: Leave comments on what you think and if you enjoyed! Reblogs are greatly appreciated and encouraged to share with others! Thank you so much everyone! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

One hand on your breasts pinching your nipple into a hard nub. While the other hand was three fingers deep thrusting them in between your legs. Back arching off the couch as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm.

The only sounds that could be heard were your moans, and the gushing of your fingers as they entered your body.

Your legs spreading wider open trying to hit that sweet spot. It felt like you were so close, but you just couldn’t bring yourself there. There was only one person who could get you to cum with just their fingers.

That's why you had your vibrator on the side table to help bring you to release. That was the only way you could get to cum without him.

Joel hated that he knew you had one, but understood why. He had no idea you were going to use it right now. The only time he would let you use it was if he knew you were going to use it. Or he was already in the room with you.

You were so wrapped up in everything you didn't hear the front door open, and see Joel standing there with his arms across his chest. A smirk on his face as he watched your body writhing on the couch trying to bring yourself towards your release.

"Miss me?" He spoke making your eyes open and pulling your fingers out of yourself.

Your cheeks heating up wondering how long he had been standing there.

All you could do was just lay there in shock that you had been caught. You knew exactly though what was going to happen next.

He always punished you every time you touched yourself without his approval or awareness of it. He always liked to be the one to touch you, and make you feel good.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You just couldn't help yourself could you?" His tone was mocking cause he already knew the answer to that.

"You were even about to use your vibrator. You really are just a desperate slut." His words went straight to your core, and you tried not to whimper at his words.

You felt yourself clenching your thighs together not having been fully satisfied since you didn't get to release. He could tell just by looking in between your legs, and still seeing how wet you were.

"Stand up." He commanded you and you didn't hesitate to stand.  His eyes roamed your body up and down like a hungry animal.

He took off his jacket threw it somewhere in the room. Even though your body was hot you still felt a shiver run up your spine.

Watching him as he laid down on the couch, and kept his eyes on you the whole time. You awaited his next command for you, but the next words out of his mouth surprised you.

"Sit on my face." His words made your pussy clench.

You stared at him confused for a minute not expecting that. He could see the confusion written on your face, and he just grinned at you.

"You hear me baby? I want you to sit that pretty little pussy on my face. I want to taste how much you've missed me." He licked his lips as he said that teasing you in a way.

Joel was the king of eating you out. He could have you cumming within minutes. Besides he loved the taste of you on his tongue. He craved it without ever saying anything.

Slowly walking towards him you lifted your left leg first and then your right. Placing your pussy just right above his face your thighs on either side of his face.

Your hands placed on the armrest behind his head. You've never sat on his face before so you were a little bit nervous.

"Fuck look at you just glistening for me. Your pussy looks like honey." He growled right before he gripped your hips and shoved your body down on his face. His warm tongue making connection with your folds.

Closing your eyes as you took in the feeling of his lips licking you up and down. Your hands moving to grip his hair as you heard him slurping your juices up. The sounds he was making were making you clench your thighs.

The scruff of his beard tickling your thighs, but you could care less. His tongue then drawing figure eights along your pussy making you bite your lower lip.

Joel eating your pussy like he was a starved man. You were always his favorite meal, and right now he was hungry. He was slurping and sucking at your pussy wanting to get every drop.

You felt your hips rocking back and forth against his mouth. His nose brushing your clit making you squeal at the sensation. His hands massaging your upper thighs and hips soothingly. Looking up at you as he watched you lose yourself in pleasure.

"Fuck you taste so god damn good baby." He mumbled against your soaked lips making you cry out.

Licking your entire pussy from the bottom all the way to your clit. Back and forth his tongue wanting to get every single inch of you. Your mouth hanging open your breathing was becoming more erratic.

Keeping your hips still so you could take your hands and place them on your breasts. Massaging them as you pinched the nipples into a hard bud.

Joel groaning beneath you as he watched the sight before him. Watching as your mouth hang open, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Loving that you cared only about your pleasure right now.

You were trying your best not to completely wrap your legs around his face afraid you would suffocate him. Trying to spread your legs a little wider so he could devour all of you. It was so hard though when he was making you feel so good.

"Oh god Joel fuck me with your tongue." Finally finding your voice wanting nothing more than to feel him thrusting his tongue inside of you.

Feeling his hands grip your hips to lift you up a little bit. You looked down at him as you watched him stick his tongue out pulling you directly down on his tongue. Then lifting you back up again. Catching onto what he was doing you took over from there.

Lifting your legs at a better angle so you could keep slamming yourself down on his tongue. Your pussy clenching around his tongue each time. Him groaning causing the vibrations of his mouth to make your clit tingle.

"You're tongue feels so good baby." You whimpered making him grip your hips even tighter which would surely cause you to bruise.

Looking down at him you saw his eyes closed as he was ravishing you, and taking in your taste. The sight turning you on even more. Your inner thighs were starting to become sore, but you were determined to cum in his mouth.

You knew you were getting closer to orgasm when you felt your pussy squeeze his tongue, and your stomach tightening. Joel could feel it cause he kept a firm grip on your hips keeping you placed on his tongue.

His lips wrapped around your clit, and sucking hard like his life depended on it. Your head thrown back and hands gripping the arm rest almost ripping the leather out. Your clit so sensitive you were ready to burst any second.

Glancing down at the man beneath you his eyes opened this time, and his eyes dark and full of lust. That look was all that it took you to clench your thighs hard around his face, and toes curl.

Feeling yourself releasing into his mouth moaning screaming in pure ecstasy. His hands them rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he helped you through your orgasm.

Your legs and arms were so tired, but you knew this wasn't over yet. Lifting your hips up off of Joel’s face. His entire beard was covered in your arousal, and it looked so hot. Joel looked like he had just been to heaven. A glazed over look in his eyes.

"My favorite meal is your pussy hands down baby." He winked at you and you couldn't help but giggle your legs still on either side of his face.

That lustful look in his eyes returning. You knew he wasn't done with you just yet.

"Now I want you to show my cock just how much you missed me." He growled as you heard him unbuttoning his pants.

You were going to be in for a long night.

[goldsbitch]

Just don't talk------

-actually, maybe don't stop.

p7 to Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. Excuse me, feelings coming through.

Some people were not destined to be friends. Or coworkers or anything like that. The vibes were just not there.

It was a regular FIA briefing. For everyone else in the room it was a rather dull part of their duties, but unskippable. For Y/N it was a true test of will, getting seated right behind Lando. She could not remember a single thing from that meeting. Because how was she supposed to, when Lando's neck and perfectly cut hair were right in front of her. She remembered kissing the back of his neck - and she was suppose to just sit and listen to some regulation changes? When his freckles were just screaming "trace us with you finger, please". The worst thing was when he brushed his hair with his hand or scratched himself. Somehow, he seemed to be doing only that.

Lando was more than aware of the fact she was sitting behind him. It made him more nervous than usual, because he felt zero control over what is happening with her. They hadn't spoken since the gala, no matter how much he wanted to untagle that, he couldn't find the right words or courage for that matter, to try and talk to her. Questions were occupying his mind the whole meeting. Was she aware of him? Watching him perhaps? Wait a minute - was he sitting in some weird position? Is this how people usually sit?

Oscar was sitting next to Lando and noticed how much more weirdly nervous he was getting this afternoon. He quickly exchanged welcoming looks with Y/N, her also being weird ever since their outburst that one evening. Oscar and Lando were getting closer than they had before, so when Oscar connected two and two together, Lando's erratic behavior slowly starting to make sense. He decided to test the waters.

"Hey man," he whispered to Lando loudly enough for Y/N to hear. "That girl there is staring at you like crazy," he said, pointing to some random employee, who definitely was not staring at Lando, but that was not the point there. "What do you think? She looks fun." Lando nearly fell of a chair when he heard him. These kind of comments were highly unusual from Oscar. "What?" he asked, hoping he misunderstood him. This kind of a sentence usually fell out of Daniel's mouth. "Mate, she's been looking at you all this meeting. I think you have a chance."

Of course Y/N heard them. And yes, she did stop breathing for a moment. What was Oscar on about? Why was he doing that? And how the fuck is Lando going to react. He knew Y/N heard them. Of course she must have. His mind was panicking back and forth, trying to come up with an answer that would shut up Oscar. What also freaked him out was that he realized he cared about what Y/N thinks. Maybe Oscar was right, maybe he needed a casual easy hook up. Something less complicated. But, he decided not to burn down the whole house this time using his words only. Neutral. Keeping it open. "Bro, who isn't looking at me," he said and ironically squeezed his bicep. Y/N was finally able let her breath out. Not the worst answer he could have said. Still, she did not need to hear to hear the rest of their talk. In fact, she needed to get out. Focusing on the FIA announcement was not enough, so she politely excused herself and went to the bathroom. Oscar saw that and smiled. His instinct was right. He stopped with his questions and Lando shot him a weird questioning look once Y/N was gone. "So how long is this going on?" Oscar shot at him once again. Lando's eyes went full wide. "Could you stop whatever you're doing, man?" he urged and looked over to the exit, to see if Y/N was still in sight. When he didn't see her, he turned back and opted for fully ignoring Oscar's face filled with amusement.

//

Lando was not having the best of days. High pressure from the team, since they'd manage to finally get the car into decent state and it was his time to shine and start bringing poles and podiums. Just like Oscar has. But Lando was somehow out of tune with himself - he was not bad, not good, just somehow mediocre. His ego not handling well that his younger teammate having seemingly no issues. It gave him back flashbacks to when he was the young shot happy go lucky star of the team. Now he was becoming the older one with the weight of the pressure bigger than ever.

Qualifying came after few strange practice sessions. But, Lando was picking his spirits up and not letting his head play into it.

He was going to have an absolute blast of a quali. He needed that.

Y/N's team was in their struggle era. Nothing to be done about it, not even her teammate was able to perform. So for her, it was about showing up, doing her job and then let help her team analyse where they could improve. But no one expected them to be the star of this Grand Prix. Having nobody expect anything from you is a different kind of pressure for a F1 driver.

The smell of burning rubber and the loud noise of the paddock was hitting Lando harder that usually. Normally, he would find comfort in the smell of a burnt tire, but this time it was just too much. Lots of people roaming around the McLaren paddock and he was in no mood for that. Headphones and ignore button was his escape strategy. He politely rejected few journalists as he walked away from the driver's parade, quickly shooting few looks towards Y/N who had an aura or a happy-go-lucky fun person today. Lando ignored the next journalist who tried to stop him.

It's impossible to follow other driver's quali when you're also driving. So Y/N found out only at the end that Lando, who passed by on the track in Q2 with a flying speed, was facing the possibility of having his time deleted due to track limits. Her heart sank a little lower than when she was not able to even get to Q3. Somehow, she was ready to be internally proud of him and his improvement. Seeing him, sitting on the platform with the fastest car of the session, watching his P2 getting slashed was brutal. She wanted to slap George, who visibly cheered when this meant he got pushed into Lando's spot.

Interviews were a great thing when one was to be happy and cheerful, it was a great way how to share enthusiasm. But when one had a failure on the back, answering questions without having a moment to process was just pure sadism. At least this was how Lando felt, but surely others must have shared this as well. He knew his duties, so he paraded himself from one journalist to another, like on some strange carousel. He was so lost in his world that he completely missed Y/N, who was doing each interview after him, hearing his self-deprecating answers getting worse and worse with each interview. She had to fight the urge to simply hug him in front of all the people.

There was no place without prying eyes in an F1 paddock. Y/N hoped she would manage to get to the McLaren hospitality without being seen by any major news outlets. And if so, fuck it. She texted Oscar to help her get in through the back door and slip in without causing a scene. He did just that.

"He's in his driver room," he simply stated when she entered.

"Thanks, Oscar. Can you take me there? Is there anyone in?"

"I highly doubt that. He told everyone to not so kindly fuck off."

"Well, I guess I'll join them soon," she sighed, knowing that stubborn Lando was a no go Lando. That stupid boy, always pushing everyone away.

"Again, highly doubt that," Oscar replied without a cell in his body doubting this. She just smiled and they shared a knowing look. Once she'd be ready, there was a long list of questions she had for Oscar. He just wanted to help his clueless friends.

When they reached the driver's room door, she started doubting her decision. Oscar saw that and knocked loudly instead of her.

"Please leave me alone, I've said it few times now," came from behind the door by a distressed driver. Oscar shot Y/N a serious look, pushing her into speaking.

"Lando?" she simply asked, not knowing what to say.

"Y/N?" he replied with a much softer tone that previous sentence.

"Can I please come in?" she asked in the most honest tone Oscar had ever heard her speak in.

The door clicked and opened slightly. Oscar saw this as his cue to leave and Y/N entered the room.

When she came in, Lando was facing her with his back, still in his driver suit and sipping on his energy drink. She gulped, sensing the tension in the room. They were both equally bad at talking. Was this just going to cause more problems again?

He felt down, really down. The only reason why he let her in was that there was no one else to go to. A slight glimmer of hope that she might make him feel understood.

"I'm sorry your lap got deleted. I watched in on a replay, pretty badass," she said with the same soft tone as before. Her voice was music to his ears, but the words she said stung like a bee. Pity was not something Lando sought after.

"Badass maybe, stupid definitely," he replied, playing his mistakes over and over.

"That's just stupid. Stop blaming yourself all the time."

He turned around to face her. "So should I just blame the pit crew? Or the engineers? No, I'm the only one who fucked up. The one who let the team down."

His attitude was starting to really annoy her. "Lando, shut the fuck up. Stop with this self hatred."

"This is what losers say."

"Ok. Let's play a game. Imagine I did what you did today. Tell me the things you're saying yourself in your head. Say them outloud." He was taken back by her sudden shift of mood, not knowing what king of a game she was playing this time.

"No."

"Say it. I'm not leaving." She paused, awaiting his reaction. Nothing came, so she pushed more. "Come on."

He took a deep breath. Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen?

"You're stupid for risking too much. You knew that the track it tricky..." he stopped himself abruptly. He could not bare saying the rest of his speech to her lovely innocent face. "No, I can't. You haven't made the mistakes. I have. So fuck this shit."

She took another deep breath in. Knowing that every word she chose mattered. "My point is - you would not say these things to someone else. because you know that it just does not help. It's toxic and only gets you stuck. Owning up your mistakes does not equal beating yourself up for them. I saw your engineer on the hallway. That's not a face of someone who blames you the same way you do yourself."

He finally let her in. "So many hours of people's lives invested in that. The people working, the fans traveling and spending money on watching me fail like a school boy. What if I'm just not enough?"

It was strange how much she was able to relate to that feeling. "If you'll start believing these thoughts, you will not be. But there is so many smart people who believe in you. Not because they like you or because they are a fan. Because they look at the graphs and see it. Black on white."

"Do you believe in me?" he heard himself slipping through his lips. All walls were down at the moment. The raw look in his eyes was something Y/N would remember forever.

There was no way she could answer this in a negative matter. "I'm scared of you on the track," she laughed. "In the best way possible. When you flew beside me today, I felt....I dunno. I guess I felt proud."

Silence fell over the two very tired and exhausted souls. Maybe that's why they were able to let their guards down. In that moment, Lando regretted every bad word he ever said to her. She stood there, in the most human way he ever saw her. Intoxicating kindness.

"Can I hug you?"

"Yes."

And so he embraced her, with all that he had been holding back these past days, letting go of all the tension, replaying the words she just said to him. The smell of her hair hitting him hard. Her sore post-race body crumbling into his.

part 8

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@scopeiguess @leclercsluv @sulliamour @starmanv @riverxsq @eviethetheatrefreak

finally back at it! more coming - thanks for the support!!!

[sminiac]

How do xikers (hyung line) act when needy?

MINJAE

Everything is in his eyes, his body language. His feline-like grin, and the aroused laze to his face is unmistakable when he’s pulling himself into you, nosing at your neck, breathing in your scent until his lungs can no longer hold you in. He wishes he could keep you in forever, though. He laughs to himself a lot with a cute lopsided grin, amazed at how easily you make him feel tipsy despite no alcohol being in his system.

He does this thing where he stares at you a certain way when he’s feeling needy, his eyes wander unabashedly across your face, your body, his lips moving with words you can’t distinctly understand. And when you’re tilting your head and furrowing your brows in confusion, he’ll just smile, like nothing mattered. Minjae’s a mix of mouth and motion, the most unpredictable because of his acute awareness about everyone and everything around him, which makes for a dangerous game because of how sly he can be about getting you secluded. He’ll let you swim in uncertainty, head overtaken by the adrenaline rushes you get from not being able to concentrate on the sound of footsteps or voices over the work of his fingers and his hips rutting into you. He’s got you, so in the end there’s not a thing for you to worry about, but he likes the fun of pretending that you’re both constantly on the brink of being found as his leaking cock is sheathed inside of you.

JUNMIN

Incredibly gentle as he toys with your hand, brings it to his lips and silently kisses the tips of your fingers when you’re lazing around together. He does get a little shy about eye contact, but very briefly he’ll flicker his attention up to you and then right back away because he can only manage to catch a quick glimpse of your face for so long before his own face starts getting all red and hot.

Junmin can be very verbal unless you’ve got him waist deep into subspace, and it’s a semi-rare occurrence, but it happens so fast you might think it isn’t. When he is, It’s hard to get him to be quiet unless you’re fully pushing your fingers into his mouth, then, his tongue is at least busied by slipping between the digits, moaning fervently to himself as he sucks and ever so gently drags his teeth while looking up at you through his bangs with big glassy eyes. Whether it’s untimely or you’re both being elusive, Junmin loves kissing you under your clothes, only flipping up the end of your shirt to press soft wet kisses along your stomach, and your hips. A lot of the time they’re quick because of the setting you happen to be in— others lurking around the corner, out of sight but just in earshot, he’s such a tease >.< intently watches for your reaction as he drags his kisses dangerously lower, testing you, seeing how far you’ll let him go with his pink tongue poking out to lick against your skin. He always manages to put a respectable distance between the both of you as soon as he hears any outside noise start to invade your bubble. Just don’t expect to sit there much longer because he’s surprisingly good at making excuses up on the spot as to why you both need to leave.

SUMIN

Very chatty, but doesn’t use much of his body language to indicate what his predicament is unless he’s feeling really restless, but it doesn’t happen frequently unless provoked by you. He has a big thing for dirty talking, it’s never something that requires his unbridled energy, or any forethought, his mouth just simply starts running, and running whether you want it to or not. I have a feeling he’s really, really talkative when drunk, but throws some touching and groping in the mix so he can get his point across. It gets especially hard to brush off when he’s feeling neglected by your attention, ‘cause he will literally stick himself to your back even when you’re in the middle of a conversation, shamelessly feeling you up from behind, kissing at your neck, and under your ear.

There’s a certain duality to Sumin. He can stand there, propped against a wall as he casually relays to you how badly he misses the softness of your mouth taking his dick, the way your throat closes around him, and the sound of your struggle as he fucks deeper into the warmth of it. Or slurs to you through smiley kisses, giggles and stumbling over his own feet about how long he’s been patiently waiting for you to catch his vibe so you can just fuck him already. Sumin’s touchy in general, so no one really cares to think much of it when they catch a fleeting glimpse of his hand rubbing at your thigh before you make your exit, or the way his fingers caress the side of your neck as he brushes back your hair. Whether you’re in a more body-filled setting or simply by yourselves, you know what all of it means just as much as you would with other people around.

JINSIK

Jinsik is the most subtle out of the five, but that’s only because his nerves swallow him up whole when the thought of touching you or kissing you comes up- knowing how quickly you make him hard, suddenly he’s so conscious of the way he talks and moves, it stresses him out a little. He doesn’t know exactly why he gets so anxious about asking of you to take care of him, he really has no reason to worry, so a lot of the time —for his own comfort— he opts to play the long game, with this, he’s also the most stubborn.

Dom!Jinsik is a popular topic, but his nature is just so gentle and sweet that I find it difficult to believe he’d strip you of your clothes as soon as he’s horny. The probability of that happening isn’t lacking by much, but he chooses to take his time with adjusting with the process of it. He’s just so soft and patient with you naturally, if not during sex then in his approach to you 100%, sweet boy! He’ll bat his eyelashes, and pout his lips when you’re taking your sweet time, it kills him when you pretend to not get the hint that he’s horny, eventually he gets so riled up it’s hard to not act on it, aching and stiff in his boxers, his pretty fogged up head doesn’t know what else to do other than grab at your hand and guide you to where he needs you. Bumps his forehead into your shoulder and whines, so flustered and hot from even having the guts to grab at you like this, and he swears he’ll faint if you make him tell you in detail what he wants you to do to him.

HYUNWOO

Also one of the more chatty ones out of them, and he has zero shame! Will be as loud about how hard he is whenever he wants, and there’s not much that can prevent him from opening his big stupid mouth wherever you are, you’re going to know he’s feeling needy. Although, he won’t act on it unless you’re feeling it to the same degree. Sometimes he will be nice and whisper to you, even in the most inconvenient times, about what specifically, in great detail, he’s thinking about doing with you

A sick, sick individual! He likes seeing you squirm, and the way your thighs rub and squeeze when you feel the softness of his breath tickling at your ear. He is absolutely one for touching you up, teasing you with his hands, albeit not without a price. He breaks you down with his voice first, even if the process is gruelling and you’re unrelenting, he has his ways, his charms, he gets to you with an astounding amount of patience and intent. Hyunwoo completely loses himself to the character he plays, the filth he speaks, the cocky tone that gives vitality to it, all the way up until you’re finally giving into what he asks of you, because the burden of his hands, his cock, being restrained by his own self control is much too difficult of an opponent to your own. He likes when you finally tell him what you want with a gentle voice, and slumped shoulders, because all he needed was to hear it, even if he was the one who was needy first.

[h0ney-mochi]

hi do you write for afab characters? if so may i request bratty sub afab scara x soft dom reader ^^

afab!Scaramouche x soft dom!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (bratty!sub!scaramouche, afab!scara, soft dom!reader, fingering, praise, mirror involved ig)

Summary: Scara was being a brat and once you two are alone together again.. he can't help but beg for you to speed up your fingers.

A/n: YES I DO GRRRHHH YES I think afab, trans scara is funky <3 I don't think I did brat scara well, so my bad ):

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

"Listen, if you're going to spend so much time doing nothing, you might as well go do something else," Scaramouche groans, crossing his arms, head leaning on your shoulder. You knew he was needy, but why rush? A brat like him won't get everything right away. Besides, where's the fun in getting everything done rigjt away?

You just chuckled, pressing another kiss on the back of his neck. The slight shiver didn't go unnoticed from you. You had him sit on your lap, legs spread. There was a mirror across the room, allowing you to see Scara's face, the way he furrows his brows when your lips meet the mark on his skin.

You traced your hands on his thighs, up to his stomach, obviously avoiding where he wanted your touch. "You haven't been good today, dear," you whispered, frowning a little, "I can't reward you so easily, don't you know?" Scaramouche groans, about to say something, but you slide your fingers between his folds.

It wasn't entirely a surprise that he was already so wet, but hey..

You watched your fingers in the mirror. Slow, teasing movements from you had him sighing and groaning in annoyance. Yeah, you touched him, but c'mon-! That's not it!

He moves his hips towards your fingers, but you take them away. "Oh, you-! [Name]!" Scara whines, glaring at you in the mirror. You lock eyes with him while your other hand held his thigh. "Be patient, Scara. Let me take care of you," You speak with a soft smile. He furrows his brows, "Can't you do that faster?" Your chuckle made him shiver a little.

You didn't respond, instead pushing two fingers inside him. You feel him jolt a little, a pathetic moan escaping his mouth. You were slow with it, pushing your fingers in and out while your other hand rubbed circles on his thigh. Scaramouche was saying things of wanting you to speed up, throwing in a curse or two. You didn't say anything back, eyes still focusing on his face.

That eye contact was irritating him at first. Why are you not responding? Why are you just staring at him?? Rude. He does stare back at you, whining more about you teasing him. Of course, it doesn't faze you. Just Scaramouche being.. him. A brat. Oh well. You're used to it, you know how to put him back in place somehow. Even if you don't know what you're doing.

You didn't notice Scara slowly becoming more.. quiet on the curses. Yes, he was still whining about your fingers, but.. it wasn't.. It wasn't the previous tone, he was getting desperate. You only noticed it when he was breaking eye contact with you. Quick glances.

Then you became fully aware.

"Mmmh, please- Please just- Faster, please—!" He whines again, breathing in. You did what he wanted and sped up your fingers. You couldn't help but grin at the way Scara moaned in response. Your other hand held his hip down.

"Ah," you sighed into his neck, making him shiver, eyes locking onto yours. "You're gonna be good for me now?" You ask, lidding your eyes. The noise from your fingers fucking into him has Scara feeling just a bit of embarrassment.

"Yes, yesyesyes I'll- fuck, I'll be good—!" He nods his head, which makes you chuckle, "Please just— I want more! Pleaashe-!" You move your other hand to circle around his core, making him immediately jolt in surprise.

Soon enough he's holding onto your arm, gasping at how quick you are. "Too- too much-! Fuck, mmmhg AH- FUCK please, mgonna cum, gonna cum—!!" Scara moans out, eyes rolling back. You kiss his neck before speaking, "Look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum."

He does as you say and your fingers speed up just a little. His moans and pleas sound like a melody. Then he's chanting your name and that he's close. You won't deny him.

He's still holding eye contact with you somehow, face feeling hot, feeling some embarrassment from how you stare at him. Then Scara sees a grin on your face as you whisper in his ear.

"Be a good boy and cum on my fingers, won't you?"

Thank you for the request and thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoy the taste <3

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[x0llaz]

Ten Things I Hate About You

Jung Sungchan

Chapter 10) fake fan

Masterlist. Previous. Next.

Sungchan weaved his way through the entrance to the bar, getting stares from almost all the girls who crowded his path. The music immediately hit his ears, loudly drumming against his head. He somewhat regretted coming, but he knew that if he wanted a paycheck, he’d make do with the situation.

He found his vantage point and watched the crowd, scanning to see the girl he came to woo. And eventually, he saw her. She looked so unfamiliar in that moment, laughing, dancing with her friend, it was a side he’d never seen from her before. she seemed so free. He liked it.

YN started weaving through the crowd, and Sungchan sat down at the bar, ordering a shot. YN approached the bar, standing next to him, not yet taking notice. She ordered two waters, looking around and seeing sungchan sitting there. She rolled her eyes.

“Get it over with,” she said to him.

“Sorry what?” Sungchan asked loudly. “Sorry the music is really loud!” He feigned his confusion.

YN scoffed. “What are you doing here?”

“Enjoying the music. Are you a fan?” He asked.

“What you know them?”

“The lemon twigs? Sure,” Sungchan shrugged. “Don’t tell me you don’t,”

“No, I do,” Yn answered, a bit taken aback. “I just didn’t take you for the type to know them.”

“What kind of music would I be into then?”

“Rap. Like drake,” she smirked.

“Hell no,” Sungchan laughed. “Not drake, at least.”

“Fair enough,” Yn said, leaning back on the bar. “So you’re not here to ask me out?”

“Do you want me to?” Sungchan asked, and watched Yn roll her eyes. “It was kinda weird seeing you actually have fun,” he nudged her with his elbow. “It was cute,” he gave her a charming smile.

“Smooth,” she smirked.

The bartender handed sungchan his shot, and YN her waters. She started leaving the bar, and Sungchan watched her walk away. A few steps, and she turned around, giving him a look. After a moment of silence between them, listening to the music, she gestured for him to follow. Sungchan happily trailed behind her.

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It was really a miracle to Sungchan that Karina agreed to let him walk them back to their houses. The girls both knew they’d drink, and planned on crashing at Karina’s house if they got too drunk. Sungchan offered to walk them, fully aware that he may be third wheeled by the best friends.

The three of them approached Karina’s house, and Karina, the tipsiest of all, hugged YN, a bit wobbly.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna stay?” Karina slurred slightly.

“I think I’m good to get home,” yn smiled. “Besides, you should sleep,”

Karina frowned, but agreed. She turned her attention to sungchan. “No funny business,”

“Heard,” Sungchan nodded with a slight smile.

“I’m serious. I’ll beat your ass,” she threatened.

“Relax,” Yn sighed. “He knows I’d rip him a new one,” she smiled at her friend. “No go to bed,” she shooed Karina away. Karina obliged, walking into her house. Yn turned her attention to the man standing next to her.

“You don’t need to walk me home, you know,” she told him.

“I know,” he nodded. “But I want to,”

Yn rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she started on her way, and Sungchan followed.

The silence between them was awkward. Neither of them knew each other well enough to really say much. But sungchan was willing to take the first step.

“How long have you and Karina been friends?” He asked.

“Since we were babies,” Yn answered honestly. “Shes more of a sister to me than my sister has ever been,”

“Don’t you think that’s harsh?” Sungchan huffed out a laugh.

“No, she makes her hatred for me very clear,” Yn sighs. “I don’t really care though.”

Sungchan nodded. “I’m an only child, so I wouldn’t really get it, I guess,”

Yn nodded. She glanced over at him, his hair tousled, his hands in his pocket. Though she would never admit it, she did think he was handsome.

“You know you’re quite a mystery around the school,” Yn tells him.

“I wonder why?” Sungchan rolls his eyes playfully.

“I think the two years where you disappeared is mostly why,” she smiled.

Sungchan mirrored her smile. “Would you say you’re… intrigued by me?” He wiggled his brows.

“In your dreams,” Yn scoffed.

“I do dream of you,” he shrugged. “You could make my dreams come true,”

Yn rolled her eyes. “Do you talk to all the girls you have crushes on like this?”

“Nope,” he stopped, gently grabbing her wrist, keeping her in place, bringing her to face him. “Just you,”

The gesture took Yn by surprise. Contrary to her sister’s belief, Yn was no stranger to romance, to boys asking her out. But this time was different. And she couldn’t quite understand why.

She just let out an awkward laugh, and pulled her hand away, rubbing the spot his thumb had rubbed gently against. “Come on,” she sighed.

Sungchan followed.

The walk was back to awkward silence. Yn was left questioning if Sungchan really was serious, or if he was really good at fucking with her.

When they reached her doorstep, yn awkwardly said goodbye. Before she reached the door, sungchan called her name. She turned to face him.

“I’m serious. You know that right?” He asked.

Yn struggled to think of what to say. “About what?”

“Liking you,” he said, stepping up onto her porch. “I like you,”

Yn pursed her lips. “I don’t date,” she said quietly.

“But you could date me,” he smiled down at her. “I think that’s a good deal,”

“Sungchan-“

“Just give it a shot,” he stopped her. “And if you still feel the same, I’ll leave you alone,”

Yn looked at him, thinking for a moment, rationalizing with herself. But looking at him, she realized she knew what her answer was.

“Okay,” she said quietly. “One week,”

Sungchan grinned. He held out his hand and indicated for her to enter her number. She entered it.

They said a quick goodbye to each other, before sungchan stopped again. “Unblock me on Twitter, please,”

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[oddballwriter]

The Second: Go Around

Summary: Upon some further reflection and revelations, Steven finds out that he may have ruined something that he didn't know was there in the first place. But he doesn't even have enough time to think on that due to an unexpected event.

Warnings: Angst, pining, implied unrequited pining, jealousy, sudden turns in plot near the end, mentions of kidnapping and a character getting kidnaped along with an attempt to kidnap the reader

Author’s Snip: Surprise! I've been cooking this up in the drafts for a while now. Technically, it was done, but I was in the trenches of studying for finals week and wanted to see if I could add to it once everything was done. But I figured that this was great as is. So she got a little bit of extra time to marinate.

Notes: This will in fact be a series on my blog so be sure to give some support for a part three.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,171

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @autismsupermusicalassassin @spicydonut25 @ominoose @iheartlovesickmen

It should be fun, meeting your best friend's childhood friend. But it leaves something sour in Steven's mouth and puts a pit in his stomach. Something about seeing it, being in the atmosphere of it, hearing jokes and laughs fly by like rapid-fire but not feeling involved in it. Not being in on the joke or being in the dynamic. It plucks at the strings in his heart in all the wrong ways. But he doesn't know why.

You clearly want the two key halves of your life to combine and get along but something inside of him bars him from fully doing it. He sits there listening to you laugh and smile at everything Samson says meanwhile he only gets a nod, and then it's right back to Samson.

You do talk to him of course. You prompt conversation between the two of them but he bars up when Samson starts talking. He seems to just naturally take up all the attention with his stories and references.

It feels torturous when it's meant to be joyous.

Steven can't put the feeling into words until Marc says it.

"Jealousy" he says.

"You're jealous that that Sammy guy is getting all of her attention instead of you," Marc explains. Steven scrunches his nose in disagreement, "I am not." he claims.

"Steven, you just sit there and silently sulk while you watch them talk, and then when they do involve you you just pass it off and then continue to sulk till whatever hang out the three of you are doing is over, and then you sulk a little more." Marc bluntly lays out. "I just don't know what to say. I feel like a third wheel when I'm with them." Steven says to defend his so-called sulking. "Then just talk to her for a bit and then if Sammy comes in you go off that." Marc recommends, "I know you don't do good with new people but I'm sure it'll be fine, they can just translate what gets lost." Marc points out, mentioning that you could act as a safety shoot for Steven.

"It feels inappropriate though, I feel like if I say something then it'll be awkward. I'm outside of their dynamic." Steven excuses.

"You want to know what's inappropriate, Steven?" Marc asks, "Making out with someone right in front of your friend while on a mission to stop the uprising of the apocalypse that they've accidentally been involved in." Marc mentions, "That's third wheeling." Marc concludes. "I get it, shame on me for kissing Layla. Thanks. The punch to the face really sent some mixed signals." Steven remarks sarcastically. "That is not the conversation we're having right now, Steven." Marc claims. "Well, then what is the conversation, Marc?" Steven questions.

Marc sighs, "I'm sorry to break it to you, but after all the signs, you don't get to be jealous because her childhood friend is in town." Marc says. "Excuse me? What are you on about? What signs?" Steven asks. Marc pinches the bridge of his nose in disappointment, "Damnit, I really didn't give you enough social awareness when you reformed after mom died, did I?" Marc grumbles.

"All the times she would make time to be around you. The times she could go out of her way to sit with you when you were on lunch break at the museum and then visit the museum to drop by the gift shop and talk to you on your shift. Going to your flat to watch documentaries with you. All the compliments, and comments, and check-ins, and phone calls. And the time she bakes vegan cookies for you." Marc lists off, sparing no detail. Steven stands there as Marc goes off, slowly and almost painfully coming to the realization as he goes on and on, finally seeing it and having it hit him.

"She liked you, Steven. She liked you a lot." Marc says. "She was practically giggling and twirling her hair like a schoolgirl anytime she talked to you." Marc adds.

Steven continues to stand there, shocked at this revelation and the stupid amount of time it took him to finally see it. Steven can only bring himself to ask "What... do I do now?".

"Well, that depends," Marc answers, "Do you like her back?" he questions. Steven thinks about it further and much to his own horror and dismay, he feels the feelings bloom from his chest, unpleasantly violent. Steven never answers but judging by the "hm" from Marc, he can see the blushing horror all over Steven's face. "That's unfortunate, Steven," he says.

"I really wish I could fix this for you, but I don't think I can, buddy." Marc solemnly confesses. "No..." Steven mutters, in denial, "You can manage something. You're good with people and getting them to turn around. I'm sure you can help me with something. Wingman something up for m-" Steven babbles, trying to reason out a way. "Steven, I think too many things are in the way of that now." Marc breaks to Steven, "You're not just Steven anymore. Now it's you, me, and Jake, not to mention that this whole thing also involves Layla too. And you might be a bit too late for the ship. She's probably taken her loss and moving on." Marc explains.

"So I should just move on too after just finding out about all this?" Steven asks.

"You do what you want Steven, but I can only help you so much. This is your own can of beans that you need to sort out." Marc says, "But you might have a disadvantage now instead of an advantage.".

Just as Steven taking it all in and what Marc is implying when saying that Steven has a 'disadvantage', he hears frantic knocking at his door.

He warily goes over to the door, unsure of who would be trying to see him right now, but when he looks through the peephole, and sees you looking panicked and continuing to knock he opens the door.

You're hysterical and look like you ran there.

"Sammy! They took Sammy!" is all you exclaim when Steven lets you in. "What? Who?" Steven asks and he gently grabs you by the shoulders to keep you steady, "Who took Sammy? What's happened?" he questions.

"These guys came out of a van and tried to grab me," you attempt to explain through sobs and gasps. Fearing that you might faint from how distressed you are Steven carefully guides you to a place for you to sit down. "They tried to take me but Sammy got in the way and tried to fight them off! I was able to get away but they took him!" you manage to explain to Steven.

"But they had the mark, Steven! They had the scale tattoo!" you exclaim.

Steven pales once he hears those words and he can feel Marc and even Jake get struck to their cores too.

How the hell are they still around and what do they want now?