#i was squirming in my seat when he came on screen

[dejaroze]

Uhh Haymitch edit I posted to YouTube but it got copyrighted so ima go kms now 💔💔

[theemporium]

Hii :)

Can I please get a smut berry daiquiri with Mr. Verstappen and number 37

Please and thank you 😊

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

37. “Oh, fuck—do that thing with your tongue again."

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It was a bad idea. 

Somewhere in the back of his head, there was a logical voice that was telling him just how bad it was, listing off all the ways this could completely backfire and explode in his face and ruin him. But if he was being completely honest with himself, he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

Not when you had your mouth wrapped around his cock. 

Max wasn’t even totally sure how the two of you ended up in the position. It was a mix of Max forgetting he had made plans with the boys and you feeling bratty and needy and wanting his attention all to yourself. It seemed like the perfect compromise in his pleasure-fogged brain when you got up from your seat on the couch, crawling between his legs as he sat on his SIM chair and tugged at his shorts until his cock was free. 

It could be worse. 

He could be livestreaming. 

But maybe being on a call with a few of the other drivers from the grid whilst you were kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock and pulling every dirty trick in the book was just as bad as being live and streaming. 

“Shit,” Max muttered, his eyes half-focused on his character dying on the screen and the way your cheeks hallowed around him. 

“Get your head in the game, Verstappen!” 

“Oh my god.”

“Max, that’s the third time you’ve died in five minutes!’

“I’m fucking aware, mate,” Max ground out between gritted teeth, his hands gripping onto his controller as he tore his eyes away from the game’s loading screen to look down at you, only to let out a series of whispered curses under his breath. 

Your wide eyes were glued to him, watching every single movement and reaction like a hawk. His cheeks were flushed red, his lips red and raw from biting down on them too much. His chest was moving quickly with soft pants, his thighs spread and splayed out and begging for you to dig your nails into his pale skin just to watch him squirm. 

And the hints of panic that originally shone in his eyes when you first tugged at his shorts were long gone, replaced with longing and desire to feel your mouth around his dick. 

You pulled off, slow enough for the boy’s eyes to be glued to you as you finally removed your mouth with a soft ‘pop’. He swallowed harshly, watching as you stuck your tongue out, softly tapping his cock against it before wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking with the right amount of pressure to make his hips buck. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” Max breathed out, his eyes clenched shut as your tongue teased the slit on the head of his cock, soft kitten licks that had the coil in his stomach tightening. 

“Dude, what are you swearing at? The game hasn’t even begun yet.” 

“God, he is preparing to lose already.” 

“You sound a bit breathless.” 

But Max was hardly listening as you wrapped your hands around the remaining length of his cock, twisting and stroking as your tongue continued to tease his tip until he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Oh, fuck—do that thing with your tongue again,” Max moaned, his voice whiny and breathless and desperate to finally come down your throat. 

“Holy shit, Max, are you fucking—” 

“Mind your own business, Norris,” he spat out, slamming down random keys until the call cut out and the game was gone and he could finally rip his headphones off and bury his fingers in your hair as he came. “Oh shit, baby, yes. Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.” 

lando: you are one dirty bastard 

lando: sounded hot tho, say well done to the missus

lando: pretty sure charles enjoyed it just as much as you

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[luvrlou]

Out with the Old, In with the New?

Pairing: Henry Hart x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Violence

Summary: When a certain supervillain returns to Swellview an old face pops back up.

A/N: just cause henry danger seems to making a comeback

Word Count: 1.8k

"Ray?" Henry's voice causes the man to jump and turn around.

He squares up to Henry before his brain computes who it is, and then he stands normally, "Henry, you can't do that!"

"Hmm?" He hums, staring at the man.

"Henry, you can't do that!" Ray repeats again in the same exasperated tone.

Henry makes a confused face, "I can't say your name anymore?"

Ray rolls his eyes before sitting down on the couch, "so what do you want?"

Henry takes a seat next to him, "you never talk about the sidekick you had before me, I'm just curious on who he was."

"Well first of all it was a she."

Ray dramatically looks off into the distance, his sidekick giving him a baffled look before shrugging and joining his gaze into the distance.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You and Ray were playing a very serious game of foosball when Schwoz started shouting for your attention.

"Guys! Guys! I found him!" He shouted, frantically flailing his arms in the direction of the many screens on the wall of the man cave, this immediately pulled you and Ray's interest from the game at hand to Schwoz.

"You found Doctor Rotten?" You sprinted over to the control panel.

Ray swiftly followed, "we've been trying to track him for months!"

Schwoz went on to tell you about his whereabouts while you and Ray mentally plotted your attack.

"Well let's blow some bubbles-" Ray began.

"-and give this doctor a taste of his medicine!" You finished his sentence.

Once you transformed you guys ran to the tubes, "I see what you did there." Was the last thing Ray said before you both disappeared up the tubes.

Once you guys got to the location that Doctor Rotten used to conjure up his evil experiments it wasn't an easy fight, well you wouldn't know, as you were immediately injected with some concoction Doctor Rotten had made.

"Y/N are you okay!" You heard Ray shout as you came back to consciousness.

You stirred before groggily speaking, "Ray? What happened?"

"That rotten son of a bitch grabbed you and injecte-" he began before he was cut off by you screaming and squirming around on the floor. He ran to your writhing body and held you down to the ground firmly.

"It feels like fire is running through my veins!" You screamed, whilst trying to catch your breath.

Ray scanned the room frantically trying to see if there was anything that even resembled an anecdote for the horrific condition you were in.

"Ray help me!" You yelled out in a pleading tone."

"I'm trying kid! I really am!" He shouted back, attempting to reassure you.

Then he spotted a large button, he hoped it would somehow stop the pain you were in. It was his last resort.

Ray jumped up and ran towards the big red button and smashed it down. He stood back, slightly confused at the button doing nothing. That was until...

An explosion.

Half of the building exploded, luckily not the side you were both on, although you still were severely impacted by the blast.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

When you woke up you were lying on a bed in the middle of the man cave being towered over by Schwoz and Ray, both with very concerned faces.

"Guys... what happened," you tried to sit up before being quickly shoved back down by both men.

"You are not fully healed yet Y/N!" Schwoz frantically mumbled.

This made you instantly sit up, "Not fully healed yet!" You shrieked, "What do you mean not fully healed yet?"

Both men stood back whilst sharing almost scared looks, mentally deciding if they should tell you.

Then Ray spoke up, "well... we went to take down Doctor Rotten, you made a great pun by the way before we left," you jokingly winked as he said that. "Then we got there and he grabbed you and injected you with some liquid that made your blood red hot."

You nodded, "and then?"

Schwoz quickly spoke up, "Ray pushed a big red button and it made half the building explode!"

"What? Ray! A big red button really?" You shouted.

"C'mon! It didn't have any 'don't press' signs!" He attempted to defend himself.

You shook your head in disappointment, "Ray almost every red button... means an explosion!" Your voice got louder with every word until you were yelling once again.

"Well, you're still alive!" He shouted back.

You took a deep breath and spoke again, "did we at least catch him?" Your question made Ray look away in embarrassment, "we caught him..." you gritted your teeth, "right?"

"No..."

This caused you to yell again, "you didn't catch him!"

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Ray's memory was cut off by Henry, "Hello? Can you tell me now? You've been staring at the ceiling saying nothing for 10 minutes."

"Oh right, yeah sorry! She moved to Brooklyn after a mission that went very wrong." He told him.

"Oh... did she have any powers?" Henry further inquired.

This made Ray smile as he reminisced, "yeah she could talk to people through her mind. Was pretty cool, except for when she would tap into your head and just scream as loud as she could."

The pair were cut off by Schwoz running through and yelling at them, "he's back!"

"Who's back?" Ray replied, jumping up off of the couch, Henry following his actions.

Schwoz sat down and started clicking random buttons on the control panel until the screens turned on showing footage of a tall man holding a vial of a bright purple liquid.

"Doctor Rotten..." Ray sneered, looking closely at the screens.

Henry followed him, a confused look on his face, "who now?"

"He's the one who nearly killed-" Schwoz spoke before Ray shouted.

"Don't say her name!" He yelled, "she doesn't get to be known as the one who Doctor Rotten nearly killed."

"Okay..." Schwoz grumbled, "he's at Swellview lab."

Henry and Ray quickly changed suits and went up the tube. They arrived on the roof and walked towards the mancopter, Ray started to flip the switches to turn on the helicopter before something caught the attention of the two guys.

"Fighting Doctor Rotten without me?"

They were both caught off guard by the girl who was walking towards them. Especially Henry, this unknown girl was his age and gorgeous.

It was you.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" Ray questioned, very confused yet concerned.

You smiled widely and walked over to him, "I've been trying to find this bastard for years, ever since we lost him, and now I want him gone for good."

Ray nodded in response before wrapping his arms around you, "I'm so glad you're okay."

You hugged him back, smiling widely at the fact you've been reunited with your old best friend, "I'm happy to be back."

"Right, guys! We don't have time for hugs and talking, we have a criminal to catch!" Henry spoke sternly, seemingly envious of the bond between Ray and his old sidekick.

"He's right! Let's go give this doctor a taste of his own medicine!" You exclaim, walking towards the mancopter.

"That line gives me bad memories Y/N!" Ray shouts after you while he runs up to the mancopter.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Sticking to the plan you walked into the lab first, "Well, well, well look who it is... Doctor Moldy." You snicker at your own joke as you walk.

"It is Doctor Rotten-" The villain shouts before realising who you are and smirking, "well hello little girl, here for another round of fire blood?"

You smile back and stop in front of him, "I think it's your blood that'll be on fire."

On cue both of the other heroes break into the lab, coming up behind the evil man, who was preoccupied talking down to you.

Little did he know that in approximately 30 seconds he would receive a punch to the back of the head from Captain Man. Unfortunately, he didn't go out like a light, he was much stronger than anticipated so he immediately turned around and started trying to attack Captain Man.

You and Henry both seem to migrate to the side of the lab, watching the fight go down, "he's surprisingly good," Henry assessed.

"Who knew some 60-something bald man could take the Captain Man," you nodded before looking over to his new sidekick. "You're not jealous of me and Ray are you?"

This caught Henry off guard, "not at all! I understand that you guys had a close bond," despite seeming fine, his tone of voice told a different story.

"Trust me as soon as Doctor Rotten is gone I'm out of here, you have nothing to worry about. Now I'm gonna make this guy regret he was even fucking born." You smile and pat Henry's chest before sneaking over to the table with syringes full of glowing liquid splayed out.

At this point, Doctor Rotten is having to take on both Kid Danger and Captain Man. However, you have just found what you assume is the same poison that you were attacked with all those years ago.

To distract Doctor Rotten you tap into his brain and start to scream which causes him to grasp the sides of his head and drop to his knees. You happily saunter over to his distraught body and lean down.

"Payback is a bitch," you whisper, pushing your face against his before stabbing the syringe into his neck and injecting the fiery liquid, causing him to instantly pass out.

"Well, jobs done! Let's get back to the man cave girl and boy." Ray says while clapping his hands.

"About that Ray... I'm not coming, I'm going back to Brooklyn." You smile bittersweetly, "it was amazing fighting crime with you again, but it's not my place anymore."

This caused Ray to frown, "c'mon Y/N just for old times sake."

Henry suddenly felt quite bad for you both, and for feeling jealous. "I would love for you to come hang with us until your flight." The blonde smiled at you.

This made you smile and roll your eyes, "I guess I can come down for a few hours."

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

After hours of reminiscing, talking and many games of foosball Ray decided he was going to head to his bed.

"Shouldn't you head home?" You asked Henry as you stood up off of the couch.

He shrugged and stood up with you, "I told my mom I was staying at Jasper's tonight."

You laughed in response, "a rebel? I like it."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, scrunching his face at you.

"Yeah, you're cool Henry, I see why Ray likes you." You spoke softly and tilted your head.

This caused Henry to flush lightly, "you're really cool, Y/N."

"I think you should come to Brooklyn sometime," you walked closer to him, "come visit me sometime..."

He nodded, "sounds good, I'll be there," he mumbled, now realising the close proximity between you both.

"Sounds like a plan," you whisper whilst placing your hands on his shoulders.

As if on command his hands landed on your hips, "I think you're really pretty.

You grinned and leaned closer to his face, his breath fanning over yours, "and I think you're perfect."

He slowly lowered his head and let his lips meet yours.

[luveline]

I don’t really have a request I just love anything you write💗 maybe something with girly!reader?

thanks lovely💗

Spencer wrings his hands behind his back, shifting from one foot to the other unhappily. He hasn't felt this nervous since he was young —his PhDs have acted as a shield for years now. Even if he doesn't know what to do, he physically cannot be stupid. 

He feels pretty stupid. Less when you look up, smile blinding and sticky with gloss. He's thought about how it would feel to kiss you before and he tries desperately to push the thought away now, his hands shaking where they're hidden. 

"Hey, Spencer Reid," you say, lightly teasing as you wave him toward you. "How are you?" 

"I'm good." 

"Yeah?" You gesture at the empty seat in front of you. "Are you having lunch?" 

The bureau cafeteria is less of a cafeteria in the kitchen sense and more of a staff room, though hot food is served at the very back. There are couches toward the patio of an outdoor area to the left. You sit at one of the tables near the doors. The air is cold around his ankles as he sits with you. 

"No, I– I came down for coffee, but the jug is empty." It's a bad lie. Luckily you have no idea that there's a kitchen in the BAU offices. "You're not?" 

You turn your laptop screen to him. "I ate my lunch at my desk. I'm just catching up with my show." Your laptop has stickers around the screen, silver shiny stars and tiny pink hearts that look like they're made of jelly. There's a closed bottle of nail polish resting near the keyboard. "And I'm gonna touch up my nails, too. They're always chipping." 

"They look perfect to me," Spencer says. 

You beam at him, beatific, so, so pretty, he could die. He might. "Thanks, honey. You'd look cute with painted nails, have you ever thought about it?" 

Spencer honestly forgets about his nails. He should take better care of them. He thinks about hiding them under the desk. "I don't think I could do it." 

"No one's good at it, at first. I'd paint them for you, if you wanted. I have a couple of things in my bag." 

Spencer's relieved to present freshly trimmed nails to you for painting. Your polish is a light blue colour, milky, and he assumes it'll be the one you use on him, but you decide to ruin his life, taking his hand into one of yours. You hold his fingers in a way that presents the nail as you brush cuticle oil around the edges of his nails with a small pen brush. You chatter as you do in your way, all sweet and gentle in mirror of your touch. 

He's proud of himself for keeping his cool. To have you touching him for so long, so kindly, to have your attention, it has him squirming with a mixture of pleasure and horror. He wants to be seen by you but he doesn't know if he likes what you're looking at. 

"You have really lovely hands," you say, using the tip of one of your nails to scrape stray wet polish off of his skin, "do you play piano?" 

"You can tell?" he asks. 

"Pianist's fingers," you say. "That's a thing, isn't it?" 

"I haven't played much since I was younger. I got distracted by other stuff." 

"Maths," you surmise. "And criminology?" 

Everything. He pushed away a want for human connection with books and education until it got too much. Even the wisest of honeybees will brave heavy rain for a beautiful flower, and that's sort of how he feels about you. He knows it's stupid, knows it's doomed, but he couldn't not try to speak to you. You're the prettiest girl he's ever seen, all your lip colours and shimmery eyeshadows, the chirpy way you talk, the earnestness of your please and thank yous. 

Your hands. The silver ring on your index finger dotted with tiny pink stones. Your bracelets. The smell of your perfume and your soft sweaters. 

"Done," you announce, an uncharacteristic hesitance to your tone. "Are they okay?" 

You've done a perfect job. "They're so neat. Thank you. I– I love it." 

Your eyes linger on his hands. "I love when guys wear nail polish. You're even handsomer now, it's crazy. I didn't know it was possible." 

Spencer should have more style for sure, but he asks you to dinner right then and there. 

You smile until the lashes kiss in the corners of your eyes and say yes. This new place opened just around the corner from your apartment, and you've been trying to drum up the courage to ask him all week. When Spencer hears that he almost passes out. 

[literaila]

your newest fic has woken something in me, verity. can i request nice sweet petter with mean!reader, who isn't actually mean ? but she just teases peter and flirts with him and leaves him tongue tied and peter is like "its cruel of you to make me fall in love with you". thank you, you're the best !

masochism

tasm!peter x reader

a/n: this means absolutely nothing. and everything.

*

“peter,” you say, dryly, frowning as you set your bag on the chair next to you.

the library is usually empty this time of night. nothing but bookworms and tired librarians with their yawns to break the silence. but that’s how you like it.

that’s why you come this late. you don’t want to make small talk with a stranger asking if they can borrow one of your chairs. and you definitely do not want to get charm and pretty eyes all over you. it doesn’t come out.

“fancy seeing you here,” peter says, and he’s moving from his table to come and sit at yours. his papers are a mess and he doesn’t even blink when he almost drops a pen on the floor.

of course, he doesn’t even need an invitation because he’s peter parker.

“are you stalking me?”

“intentionally?” peter asks, and his smile is teasing and far too bright for the dark of this room. “no. it’s not my fault you always show up where i am. but i’m not complaining.”

“well, i am. i came here to study. alone.”

“and you got the pleasure of receiving my company instead. lucky you.”

you grunt but sit down anyway. even if you actually wanted him to leave, peter wouldn’t. he’s far too stubborn and shiny for that.

it was a mistake to take calculus in the first place, but it was a certifiable failure on your part that peter seemed to latch onto you. he was good at math (another red flag) and he liked to coo and you and your smudges and erase marks.

and he seemed to show up when you least expected it; like he wanted to give you a heart attack.

peter leans over the table, his hair falling over his eyes. “what’re you working on?”

“an essay.”

there’s a beat of silence, and peter laughs. “about…” he ducks his head, eyes teasing and smile incandescent. and irritating.

“the probability of committing homicide in libraries at eleven pm,” you tap a pen against his forehead, pushing him back.

“always at your service.”

“why are you here?” you ask him. “don’t you have babies you need to swaddle? old women you need to fond over you?”

“pfft,” peter says, leaning back, looking far too comfortable. “i already did that today. plus it’s a wednesday night, and the visiting hours at the nursing home end at eight.”

you nod understandingly. “well, unless you want to become apart of my research study, shoo.” you wave him away.

he only laughs. “but i haven’t seen you in almost a week. you’re not taking calculus b.”

peter is wearing a mock pout. his eyes are glowing in the three foot distance between you. and the smirk on his face is only a harsh reminder of how much you hate him. his hair is curled at the edges and it’s brushed across the top of his forehead. his teeth are straight and white.

and you can see when he swallows.

“oh you mean bodily torture part two? yeah, no, i figured i’d go with the classic bondage exposé class this semester.”

peter clears his throat, chuckling, and you watch as his cheeks tinge with pink.

“you’ve taken that class, haven’t you, peter?”

“haven’t had the opportunity, no.”

“well, if you never need a quick lesson…” you whisper, voice sultry and on the edge of manic laughter. watching peter squirm in his seat almost makes up for the lack of studying going on right now.

“good to know.”

you purse your lips at him, making an effort not to laugh.

while this conversation has headed into unfound territory, you’ve managed to pull out your notes and turn on your computer, making peter a little more than an object in the distance.

but not peter spins your computer around, illuminating his face, and frowning as he stares at the screen.

“this is a blank document,” he says.

“what wonderful observation skills you have.”

“your name isn’t even at the top.”

you steal the computer back, scowling. “i’m working on it.”

“oh, are you?”

“you’re distracting me,” you hiss at him, eyes glaring and heart burning as he smiles back.

peter is too smiley. he’s too effortlessly calm. too much for you, and too much for this entire library.

“oh, i’m distracting you?” he repeats, shaking his head. “that’s priceless.”

“i’m not sure what you’re implying.”

“i’m saying,” peter whispers, “that you’re the one talking to me about bondage while i’m trying to make pleasant conversation—“

“oh, i’m so sorry,” you interrupt, hand going to your chest in mock sympathy. “it just seemed like something you’d be in to.”

peter snorts. “really?”

“if the rope fits,” you say back, looking away from him and counting to ten.

you need lessons in holding your tongue. lessons in how to respond when someone smiles at you like there’s nothing else they’d rather be smiling at.

“that’s not funny,” peter says, but his lips are curled.

“then why are you laughing?”

“i like riling you up,” he says, “it’s very amusing.”

“you just called yourself a tease. you’re not even trying to hide it now,” you point out.

your computer dims because you haven’t touched it in the last three minutes.

“that would make you the masochist, wouldn’t it? since you’re the one enduring my teasing?”

“is this your idea of foreplay, peter?”

“is it working?”

you hadn’t even realized that you were leaning in with him. just a couple more inches and you’d be nose to nose.

you smile at him, undeterred by his proximity—at least, mostly—pretty and sweet. “why don’t you come over here and find out.”

peter tuts. “don’t say things you don’t mean, bub.”

“who says i don’t mean it?”

you’re mostly teasing him. mostly trying to get him to move as far away from you ask possible before you wrap your hands around his neck and either strangle him or kiss him until he wants to strangle you.

but finally, peter leans back, sighing. “you’re driving me insane, you know that?”

you shrug. “you’re the one stalking me.”

you look away from him, pulling your computer closer to you, and tapping on the keys to wake it up.

“i wouldn’t have to stalk you if you would just accept my offer to go to dinner.”

“i’m not really a dinner person,” you say, licking your lips while you purposefully avoid his gaze.

“coffee, then. or a trip to the schools gift shop. i’ll buy you a sweater.”

“mmm… i’m not really a peter person.”

“now that’s just mean,” he says, but you can hear him smiling. you can feel him watching you, his eyes burning circles into your skin.

it’s a pleasant warmth, though.

“i know,” you drawl, looking up at him. “and you still won’t leave me alone.”

peter sighs, shrugging, and he’s smiling while he looks at you. “maybe i’m the masochist.”

you try not to laugh and fail.

*

part two

[pirateprincessblog]

ateez nsfw links 🫧

Park Seonghwa

Park Seonghwa loves to go live and entertain his fans. All those legos, food, talk and more have you sighing of boredom in his hotel room. You are sitting on Hongjoong’s bed, behind Seonghwa’s screen, in a not so innocent position. You make him stutter in front of the camera, and you laugh every time he has to stop talking for a moment. When you stretch your body and crack your back in a doggy position, he is in a hurry to end his live and join you on that bed.

“I could turn that live back on just like that, with the camera facing you.”

Kim Hongjoong

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t necessarily require much attention. He is very much satisfied with you squirming under him. You are tipsy in the passenger seat, teasing Hongjoong about the couple you saw fucking in the club toilet and how it turned you on. He listens to you rant about how fast he fingered her and how loud she was moaning over the music. At some point, you even say you wish you could cum so many times in a row. And so while you beg him to stop, but don’t shout the safe word yet, he is completely focused in the way his knuckles disappear inside of you, his knees holding your legs apart and tongue on your clit.

“How many more until I prove my point?”

Jeong Yunho

Jeong Yunho looked absolutely dashing at today’s stage, and you’re sick and tired of scrolling through all the husband Yunho tweets from fans. You are jealous that they got to see him in that shirt and that hair before you. You’ve gotten all dolled up, waiting for him to arrive, but in the meantime, you’ve seen quite a few edits from today that made you pissed off again. So when he comes back home and realises why you’re running from his affection, he has to take the matter in his own hands and show you that only you get to feel the shirt on him.

“Jealous of your husband’s fans, when you’re such a pretty wife?”

Kang Yeosang

Kang Yeosang wants to make your first time absolutely perfect. He takes his time making out with you, feeling your body up, gently rubbing your most sensitive spots, until you are dripping through your panties and staining his trousers. But when he sees that you are not quite ready, he takes a different approach, one that is pleasurable for both of you.

“You’re so good for me.”

Choi San

Choi San is a gamer, and sometimes it pisses you off that he spends so much time sitting at the computer. You confront him, not realising that he hasn’t disconnected from Discord yet. He bites the inside of his cheek, containing his amusement mixed with anger as you go off and his friends laugh through the headphones. Once you’re finished, he mutes himself, throwing the headphones aside and pushing you over the desk. At some point, he unmutes himself, just to show his friends that you’re good at yelling about other things too.

“Yell at me some more, I didn’t quite get it the first time.”

Song Mingi

Song Mingi enjoys all the freebies you get as an influencer. From free snacks, free movie tickets, to perfumes, and lingerie he gets to see on you and rip off you. However, todays package was different. They were temporary long lasting tattoos, and he remembers you telling him how attractive you think they are. He witnessed you complimenting Wooyoung and Hongjoong, but he wasn’t quite yet willing to get one himself. So when he got permission from you to open the package while you aren’t home, he prepared a little surprise that had you gasping when you arrived home. Needless to say, he was enjoying the attention you were giving him.

“All the way down, like a good girl.”

Jung Wooyoung

Jung Wooyoung is happy his partner has finally debuted. He is also aware of the mature concept the company has decided to give you. You didn’t show him any songs or outfits until the album and MV came out. But before that, you performed it in front of fans on the show he’s been on countless times. He wasn’t quite prepared for that mature. Stockings, a leather dress, platform boots, and dark smeared lipstick, along with the upbeat song and dance moves, almost gave him a heart attack while standing aside and watching live. And yet you wonder how you ended up with the fishnet gloves in your mouth back in his hotel room, his hands firm on your waist.

“Fuck noona, giving me a VIP show? Think I deserve it? That I’m your biggest most loyal fan?”

Choi Jongho

Choi Jongho gives his all when he performs. How funny that a video of just him sitting during Cyberpunk went viral. Now, whenever he sits, you get horny. Especially with that focused, half angry look on his face. You haven’t said anything yet, but when he comes home from practice and plops down on the couch, throwing his head over the backrest of it, you lose it. You get on his lap, unable to control yourself. He is confused, but doesn’t complain. Neither do you when he plunges his cock into you, looking into your eyes with the same stare as in the video.

“I’ll take good care of you.”

[ashwhowrites]

Hey! Really love your writing. Can you write where Eddie meets college gothic henderson reader when she visits Hawkins to visit family and is just smitten and fascinated because he's never seen a gothic person in Hawkins before. So when Dustin asks him why he's staring at his cousin, he's just shocked? (Perhaps the reader looks like this?)

Combining these together since they are pretty similar! Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Different

It was the peak of summer when Eddie met her for the first time. She had him stop in his tracks and stare. She was completely different than any girl he had ever seen. She had dyed hair, a mixture of blues and some white. Her makeup was fierce and bold. Her skin was painted white and her eyes and lips coated in black. She was gorgeous and gothic. She was so different but a good different.

Her nose was pierced and her face looked sculpted by God himself. Eddie was smitten the second he saw her and it only got worse when she talked to him.

"Dude, why are you staring at my cousin like that?" Dustin asked, they watched as she hugged Dustin's mom.

Eddie couldn't form words, staring as his mouth went dry. Dustin waved a hand in his face but Eddie didn't even blink. All he could feel was his heart racing and his palms getting sweaty.

"Hey Dusty," she said as she walked over. Her ring-covered hand messed with his hair. Then her attention moved to Eddie.

"Who's this?" she asked. Eddie gulped as her eyes settled on him. She was even more perfect up close. She looked him up and down, a small suggestive smile on her face. She made Eddie squirm but he liked it.

"This is Eddie, he's the master in Hellfire!" Dustin said, "He usually never shuts up so no idea what his problem- OW"

Y/N laughed to herself as Eddie gave Dustin a hard elbow to the chest.

"Well Eddie, my name is Y/N," she placed out her hand. Eddie admired her dark nails and clunky rings. He smiled as he shook her hand, his rings clicking against hers.

~~~

Eddie would like to say it only took him a few days to get a date with her, but it took him a whole month to get the sentence out. And then another month to ask her to be his girlfriend.

He wouldn't admit it, but he sobbed the day he dropped her off back to college. He cursed himself for not graduating when he should have because he would have followed her to any school. But they refused to break up. It was stronger than a summer fling.

Eddie was a lovesick puppy when it came to her. He wrote letters, wrote her songs, wrote poems, and always mailed some type of gift. She always wrote him back and he had a dresser filled with things she sent him.

The first holiday break was coming up and it was all Eddie could talk about.

"We get it, your girlfriend is coming," Mike groaned into his hands. The rest of the lunch table sighed as Eddie went on another rant about the things he had planned for when Y/N came into town.

"Don't forget she is coming to visit family, not just you," Dustin said as he rolled his eyes. He liked that Eddie and Y/N were together, but Eddie didn't know how to share.

"Yeah yeah" Eddie shrugged him off

~

"SHE'S HERE!"

Dustin and Eddie raced to the front door, shoving each other out of the way.

"She's my cousin!" Dustin argued

"She's my girlfriend!" Eddie fought back

~~~

It was clear Eddie was in love and that he would do anything for Y/N.

"Shit, I forgot to grab extra butter" Y/N groaned as she took her seat. The previews for movies were playing on the big screen as Eddie stood up.

"I'll get it, baby," he said without missing a second. He leaned down and pecked her lips, waiting patiently as she wiped off her black lipstick off his lips.

Then he bounced out of the theater to go get her butter

~

"Can you believe her boyfriend said that?" Y/N ranted, Eddie sat on her dorm bed as she complained about her roommate's boyfriend.

"What a dick!" Eddie said, he didn't think what the boyfriend said was a big deal but he wouldn't tell her that.

"Exactly! So will you tell him that?" Y/N asked as she placed her hand on her hip

Eddie gulped but stood up, "I got you, baby"

~

"Eddie, can you grab that can next to your foot?" Dustin asked, it was movie night at his house and Eddie and Y/N joined him. Except they spent the whole time making out.

"Kinda busy here," Eddie hissed as he pulled away, then placed his lips back on hers.

Y/N pulled away and handed Dustin the can. Dustin thanked her as he glared at Eddie. But his focus was only on her, his dopey eyes staring at her.

"I want popcorn, do you guys want any?" Dustin asked as he stretched out his legs and set his can back down

"No," Eddie said, leaning in to kiss Y/N again but she placed her finger on his lips.

"I kinda do," she whispered

"On it," Eddie said, standing up as fast as he could, his foot smacking Dustin's can and spilling it all over the floor. But he walked past it and headed into the kitchen

"EDDIE! COME ON!" Dustin yelled

~~~

Before he knew it, they were together for years. They both finished school and got a small apartment. On their days off they stayed tangled up in bed together.

"I love you," Eddie whispered as he pecked her lips

"I love you too," she said as she kissed him back, her hand on his cheek. He smiled as he felt the cold new ring on her left hand.

He gently grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckle. Then he kissed the new engagement ring he placed on her finger last night.

"I can't wait to marry you"

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[floralpascal]

Taking Care of You

Summary: You've been stressed out and working like crazy lately. John finally has enough and devises a plan to take care of you and make you forget all about your work.

Pairing: John Price x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 2.9k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only, minors do not interact)

Warnings: stressed reader, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex (you know the drill, wrap it y'all), orgasm denial, praise

A/N: This one goes out to all my stressed and busy babes out there! This is 100% self indulgent since I've been working day and night recently. We all need us some Price to take that stress away

You knew that you had been distant for a while. Work had been piling up on you, responsibilities pressing in from all sides. It seemed like all you did was work, work, work these days. 

Your husband, John Price, was as supportive as he always was. He, of all people, understood that sometimes you just had to put your head down and get work done. When he was home with you, he always made sure that you ate and stayed hydrated. He limited your caffeine intake. He made sure you took breaks. In all, he was the most supportive, understanding man on the planet. 

…which was why his reaction now was so surprising. 

You saw him approach the makeshift office that you had set up at your kitchen table from over your laptop screen. In a soft, even voice he ordered, “Close the computer, love.”

Continuing to type, you spared him a questioning glance as you shook your head. “I just took a break like… an hour ago.”

“Three,” he corrected. “It’s almost eleven at night.”

You whipped your head up to look at the clock that hung on the wall behind him. Sure enough, he was right. Dread spread through you, your brain already kicking into crisis mode. “Shit. God, I’ve got to get this done.”

“It’ll be there tomorrow,” he countered. “You’ve been workin’ like mad all weekend long. I’m not gonna let you run yourself into the ground. So. Shut. The. Laptop.”

He stressed each word, and suddenly you felt what it must’ve been like to have John as a Captain, calm but commanding. Your eyes met his, your mouth open to fight him on the matter, but you found him ready for it, a testing eyebrow raised. It was rare that he would ever tell you what to do, but it always came when he was worried about you and trying to take care of you. Any time you had gotten a significant injury, he had made sure that you stuck to every word of the doctor’s orders. 

You huffed and leaned back, already sensing defeat. Instead, you tried to plead with him, “John, I won’t be able to sleep unless I get this done. I’ll just keep thinking about it.”

He put one hand on the table, leaned toward you, and pushed the laptop closed with the other hand. With his face barely a breath from yours and his eyes darkening, he rumbled, “I can fix that.”

Your body reacted to his sultry insinuation immediately, your heart rate jumping in an instant. You couldn’t help but drop your gaze to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “And how’s that?”

“I’ll make it so that you can barely even think anymore. I’ll wear you out so much you’ll fall asleep without even a thought about this,” he said, tapping the closed lid of your laptop. 

At times like this, you hated how easy it was for him to get you riled up. He knew exactly how to play you, exactly how to make his gravelly voice even more enticing, exactly what to say to get you squirming in your seat for him like you were now. 

You pressed your lips together, thinking for a moment. You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t want this. You were so tired of all the work and John knew exactly how to play you. But if he was going to have some fun, then so were you. With a provocative flit to your voice, you challenged, “Then prove it, Captain.”

For a moment, all he did was let a sultry smile pull at his lips. Then he was on you, his hands guiding you up from your chair and his lips finding yours. It was all fire and passion, but yet not too rushed. No, John never rushed this early. He loved to work you up slowly and leave you begging for him to just touch you already. He followed that playbook now, walking you backwards to press you up against the wall, his hand guarding your head from hitting it. 

As he tilted your head to give his lips access to your neck, he rasped against your burning skin, “Never too stressed to tease me, are you?”

Your breath hitched as he found the sensitive part of your neck, your hands clawing at his back and tangling in his short hair. After a moment, he moved back up to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours for a long while. 

Eventually, his hands on your hips guided you to walk with him towards your shared bedroom. You took turns pulling at the other’s clothes, leaving a trail haphazardly in your wake. By the time you both passed through the doorway, John was only in his boxers and you in your plain black bra and panties. As he laid you back onto the bed, he eyed you as hungrily as he did when you wore lingerie for him. 

“D’ya know how fuckin’ sexy you are, love?” His hands pressed against your stomach before roaming up, up, up as slowly as possible. Your eyes fluttered shut as he ghosted his hands over your bra, arching shamelessly into his touch. Still drinking the sight of you in, he rasped, “Gotta take care of you. Gotta make sure I get rid of all that stress, all those worries.”

“John…” you whined, already needy and falling for his plan. One side of his mustache raised in a smile, clearly understanding that he already had you right how he wanted you. “Just touch me, please.”

John chuckled, giving your breasts a quick squeeze before placing a kiss just over your heart. “I am touchin’ you, baby.”

“Fuck, John, you know what I mean.”

He pressed the faintest of kisses up your chest and to your neck. Against the skin of your neck, he teased, “Maybe I don’t. Tell me. Use your words, love.”

Despite his insistence, he gave you no time to answer. Instead, his lips found the sensitive column of your neck, the touch no longer feather-light like it had been before. Now, he kissed and nipped with a passion that had you gasping beneath him. 

“Hhm? I didn’t catch that. Gotta speak up,” he mumbled next to your ear, the heavy timber of it sending shivers down your spine. But you could feel the curve of his lips against your soft skin, his beard prickling you as he did. 

“Don’t be a tease,” you grumbled halfheartedly. Even now, though, you couldn’t resist him. Giving in, you begged, “God, just fuck me, John.”

He made a sound of appreciation, deep and reverberating, the kind you could feel in your own chest. Leaning up over you, his icy blue eyes came to meet yours. “Now, was that really that hard?”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing your own smile as you grabbed his neck and leaned up to give him a bruising kiss. Returning the heat immediately, he dropped the act for a moment. Lips moving in tandem with yours, urgency lacing every movement, you felt him get lost in it. Surely enough, as he adjusted over top of you, you felt his hard-on graze your lower stomach. You chased him, hooking a leg over his hip to roll your hips against him. He groaned into your mouth, eyes squeezed shut. 

“So impatient today,” John chided. He pulled away and sat up, his hands coming to unhook and discard your bra on the floor. As he went to do the same with your underwear, you breathed a sigh of relief thinking that the torture of his teasing was finally over. 

Settling between your thighs, a man in heaven, he brought his mouth close to where you needed him. However, at the last second, his breath dusting your sensitive skin, he turned and brought his lips to the inside of your thigh instead. He still couldn’t hide his smile when you groaned in frustration. 

You were in for a hell of a ride. When he got in a teasing mood like this, there was no stopping him. 

Beard and mustache picking deliciously against you, he kissed up one thigh. Then, when he almost reached your center again, your breath hitching, he switched to the other thigh. There were some days when he did this that it felt like heaven — days when you were already losing yourself to the feel of him before he even got going. While you tried to conjure up that more present, more patient version of yourself, it didn’t seem possible now. You needed him so badly it ached. 

When your fingers found their way into his hair and gave him a light tug in the direction you needed him, he finally let you have your way. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, a small chuckle shaking the broad plane of his back. As he lowered his head, his hooded eyes meeting yours, he purred, “If tha’s really what you want, love. Have it your way.”

With that, he finally brought his tongue to you. Ever so slowly, he licked into you, drawing a gasp from your chest. Sliding his hands up from your hips to hold the sides of your stomach, his tongue made a twin journey up to your clit. He flicked his tongue a few times, slowly testing you.

Though it was all too slow for your liking, he steadily built up the pace. The scrape of his beard. The flick of his tongue. The reverb of his moan as you tugged on his strands. It was a delicious cycle, speeding up each time through. 

You let your head tip back into the pillow as you finally felt that tension in your stomach — a coil winding tighter and tighter. Your breath was ragged now, your legs already bracing around John’s head. 

“Yes,” you panted, eyes squeezed shut. “Just like that. I’m so- I’m so clo-”

Right as you were about to crest that hill, John pulled away all at once. Your orgasm dissipated like a wave against the beach — there one moment and gone the next. 

You whipped your head up to look at him, disbelief and righteous fury in your eyes. You were met only with a hungry, conniving smirk from the infuriatingly sexy man between your thighs. In this moment, even with his beard and the signs of age on his face, he didn’t seem a day older than the first time you had seen this smirk. The John Price that smirked in triumph at you now was the same as the John Price who had done it for the first time nearly a decade earlier. Had you not just had euphoria ripped away from you, you probably would’ve been more sentimental about this revelation. 

“Jonathan Price, I swear to god-”

You were cut off by another one of his chuckles. He licked his lips slowly, making sure you watched as he tasted you. “Still too stressed, love. Don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“You teasing asshole,” you huffed, but the edge was lost to it. 

It only made him smirk even more. “Fine,” he acquiesced, leaning back down. “Let’s try this again.”

At the same time that his mouth found your clit again, one of his hands traveled down to slip a finger into your dripping entrance. A small moan escaped you at the new sensation. As he started to build you back up again, his mouth and finger moving in tandem, you couldn’t help but forget his past transgressions. All that mattered now was the buildup leading to the big drop, the wonder that John could work between your thighs. 

Suddenly, he slipped a second finger into you, drawing a surprised whine from your lips. “Ohh… oh, fuck…”

He groaned in approval, the vibrations of his mouth against you only upping the unbearable pleasure. 

You were there again, so close to the edge that you could practically see it. Your body tensed in anticipation of the drop like a rollercoaster. It was just-

John pulled away again, shattering the buildup to your orgasm for the second time.

You let out a pained hybrid of a groan and a whine. Now, rather than annoyance coursing its way through you, all you had was desperation. “Fuck! John, please!”

“Hmmm, there we go,” he mused. “Now we’re gettin’ somewhere.”

“Please let me come, baby,” you pleaded. “I need it so bad.”

Pushing himself up, your heart sunk at the thought that he might keep teasing you and leave you hanging. Though he was never, ever one to leave you wanting, you were too far out of it to think straight anymore. All you knew was that you needed him and he was holding that just out of reach. 

Instead, he climbed up to lean over you. With a gentle hand, he cradled your jaw, making you look at him. Your slick glistened on his chin and beard. His pupils were blown wide, the icy blue of them nearly lost to it. With how much self control he had, his eyes and the tent in his boxers were the only indications that he was as affected by this as you were. 

“D’ya think you’re ready for me, beautiful? Think you can take me?”

You nodded immediately, still breathless. “Need you so bad, baby. Please. I can take it.”

He searched your eyes for a moment before nodding. “That’s my girl.”

Finally, he stripped off his boxers, revealing his red, leaking cock. You couldn’t stop the small whine you made at the sight, your need for him overriding any coherent thought.

John pushed into you in one swift stroke, drawing your nails to scrape across his back. The stretch was delicious, tearing you apart and soothing the insatiable ache in your core at the same time.

“Feel so fuckin’ perfect. So fuckin’ perfect for me,” he praised. If the feeling of him seated inside you wasn’t already enough to set you ablaze, his praise was. It always was. 

His arms came to rest by either side of your head as he leaned down and stole a heated kiss from your lips. Then, he drew himself slowly out of you before sharply driving back into you again. Your body shook with the force of it, forcing you to break from his lips as you let out the most lewd moan of the night. 

But, of course, that was just the beginning. John continued like that, fucking you harder with every quick snap of his hips until the only sound in your bedroom was the slap of skin on skin and both of your grunts and moans of pleasure.

“This what you needed, baby?” John asked, voice gravelly and breathy. “You needed to get fucked this good?”

Your voice caught in your throat, a strangled sound coming out in place of an affirmation.

He sped up his pace, his cock hitting so deep within you that you had to squeeze your eyes shut. He groaned, “My good girl. Always workin’ so bloody hard. You deserve this — deserve to just let me take care of you.”

Your pussy clenched around him at his praise, drawing groans from you both. You clawed at his back, searching for some sort of tether in the tidal wave of pleasure you were trapped in now. For the third time tonight, you could see the salvation of your orgasm on the horizon. Having been denied it so many times, its immensity and force was almost alarming. 

Though you were too lost in John to think clearly, you were able to gasp out one plea. “Don’t stop! Baby, don’t- don’t stop!”

Rhythm growing sloppy, John assured, “Not gonna stop this time. Been so fuckin’ good for me. Come for me, love.”

That’s all it took to have you falling apart on his cock, the tension in your stomach snapping in an overwhelming flood of euphoria. Breath catching in your chest as you rode out the high, John continued to fuck you through it, murmuring deep praises all the while. 

Just as you were coming back down to earth, your body finally feeling like it was yours again, John was nearing his high. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, head lowered by your ear. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he was burying himself to the hilt in you, his warm cum coating your walls. You gasped at the feeling as he ground his hips into yours a little.

Still propped on his arms, he sagged down over you, his breath ragged like yours. You dragged a hand up from his shoulder blade and into his hair, letting your fingers card through the soft strands as John came back to you and pulled out. Then, he lifted up enough to meet your gaze again. He took you in for a moment before leaning down and giving you one last heated kiss. 

The two of you clearly spent, he leaned his forehead against yours after he broke away. He brought a large, calloused hand to brush against your cheek. 

“You’re so bloody gorgeous,” he mused. “I love you.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “I love you.”

“Feelin’ better?”

“So much better,” you answered. The stress and pressure you had felt for days was gone now, replaced only with the feeling of John. For the first time in a long time, you truly felt relaxed. 

“I told you I could fix it,” he said triumphantly, wiggling an eyebrow at you.

After taking a moment to clean you both up, John crawled back into bed and shifted to spoon you from behind. With his strong arm over your stomach and your legs intertwined, you let him envelop you. As sleep slowly pulled you under, the only thought on your mind was him.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Unholy

Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary/Request @rcehb-art : You go to confess your sins but the Devil has other plans...

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: <3 Hope you enjoy it xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Breeding | Dubcon | Creampie | Rough Sex | Masturbation | Hair Pulling | Pet Name | Spanking

Your fingers grasp the fabric of your short skirt, your fingers curling, bunching up the thin fabric as you rubbed your thighs together. The nervousness coursing through your body only heightens the excitement that fills the confessional booth. Waiting to confess something so sinful and perverse.

The unforgiving wooden seat presses against your heated flesh, sending shivers of both pleasure and discomfort down your spine, “F-forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Your voice came out soft and shaky as you spoke…

The silence on the other side of the screen hangs heavy, it seemed he was waiting for you to continue. Biting your bottom lip you could hardly believe you were doing this, living out a fantasy you always dreamt of. To confess and touch yourself before a priest, even if he was just going to sit on the other side and listen to you… It was a twisted fulfillment of your most secret desires.

“I-it's been- it’s been a year since my last confession.” 

The thought of what you are about to do sends a delicious shudder coursing through your body, leaving you trembling, “I-I… I want to confess my fantasies. The things I think about when I'm alone at night, things that would be considered sins, father.” Your hand ventures away from your skirt, your nails tracing teasing patterns along your thigh, igniting a sinful pleasure that makes you squirm with wicked delight.

“Impure thoughts, you say? The mind is a fertile ground for temptation. Tell me, do these thoughts trouble you deeply? Go on, child and confess. There's no point in hiding anything from the Lord, my dear," he murmurs, his tone dripping with a sinful allure 

"I-I fantasize about being with lots of men, letting them touch me. I've thought about being fucked hard while someone else watches. I-I've- fantasized about having sex with two men at once, Father."

A quiet chuckle escapes from the other side of the confessional, and a smirk dances upon your lips. Your hand glides up the inside of your thigh, fingertips teasingly grazing the sensitive flesh. Your confession alone was enough to make you wet.

“Ah yes, lust, such a delightful sin. And now you seek absolution, to wash away the excitement with a confession, do you?" He asked, his tone husky and it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

"Yes." Your voice came out soft, almost a whisper. "I've also thought about… a priest, watching me. W-while I pleasure myself."

You bit back a soft moan as your fingertips brushed over your pussy, a small pool forming onto the wooden seat.

He chastises you for your vulgarity, “How vulgar. In the house of the Lord no less, do you not have any shame? Do you not see the sins you commit?”

Your heart leapt in your chest at his words, a small whine leaving your lips. You felt the heat of shame wash over you, but instead of feeling embarrassed, it only aroused you further. Your fingers dipped between your folds, the pads of them pressing against your clit, a soft moan escaping you, "Oh, god... I-I’m so sorry, f-forgive me."

Despite your apology, the priest refuses to grant you absolution so easily. He revels in your sinful state, savoring the taste of your transgressions upon your lips and soul. 

As your fingers delve deeper within you, the lewd wet sounds reverberate within the confines of the small confessional booth, drowning out all other thoughts. Unbeknownst to you, the priest has silently slipped away from his side of the booth, his presence only revealed when the door creaks open, unveiling a man clad in the pristine white robe of a priest. The hunger in his gaze, the predatory glint in his eyes, is unmistakable. He gazes down upon you, his stare akin to a wolf eyeing its prey.

Embarrassment washes over you, a wave of exposure that leaves your cheeks flushed crimson, the tips of your ears burning bright red. Hastily, you withdraw your fingers, attempting to cover your now exposed state with your skirt, your legs pressed together in a futile attempt to shield yourself. Your eyes avert, avoiding the intense gaze that devours you whole. “I-I didn't think-“ you stammer, the words barely escaping your trembling lips.

You watch as he lifts his foot, the tip of his shoe forcibly prying your closed knees apart, overpowering your feeble resistance. Your hands desert your skirt, gripping the edges of the seat as the heel of his shoe glides against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, inching upward with an agonizing slowness, halting just before touching your unholy wet cunt.

His foot came into your field of vision, a shiny black leather shoe, you watched as he lifted his foot, the tip of his shoe forcibly prying your closed knees apart, overpowering your feeble resistance. Your hands left your skirt, clutching the edges of the seat as the tip of his shoe glides against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, inching upward with an agonizing slowness, halting just before touching your unholy wet cunt.

Tears well up at the corners of your eyes once again, your protestations tinged with desperation. "I didn't mean... I only... Father, please, I-I don't actually w-want this..." you plead, your voice quivering with a mix of fear and confusion.

Raphael felt sympathy for you. Briefly. Until he realized you were pantiless, just another one of those common sluts. Easy to break, easy to manipulate. And so he continued, rubbing the tip of his shoe against the soaked entrance of your pussy, watching as your body shudders and a whimper escapes your beautiful lips.

“Sin is sin, my dear girl,” he responds, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and sadistic pleasure. “And you are here to be cleansed. Don't you wish to be cleansed?” 

“I- No- , Father, please.”

He removed his foot, the sound of him removing his robes and the jingle of a belt buckle. Raphael looked down at your face, you were beautiful. Eyes filled with unshed tears, and a look of fear on your face. How he loved seeing his prey in such a state, the sight was enough to make his cock throb. And the way you were biting your lip. Hell, he wanted to push his cock in between those lips, but all in good time.

“Any form of disobedience right now would only prove to me and your god that your soul is too far gone and that you have no desire to be accepted into heaven.”he taunts, his chuckle filled with the deceit of a devil wrapped in the guise of a man of God. Countless souls have fallen prey to his deceptions, their essence stolen, twisted, and forever banished from the pearly gates of heaven.

He gripped the back of your neck, forcing you off the seat flipping you over, so your chest was pressed against the hard surface. His other hand came down on your ass, the sound echoing in the small confessional booth.

You let out a strangled gasp, trying not to scream, the sound coming out more like a squeak, muffled by your arm. The slap hurt, and the stinging didn't subside, it just seemed to get worse. You tried to move, to pull away, but the grip he had on the back of your neck tightened, “Ah Ah Ah, little lamb,” he admonishes. “I can see that you don't want forgiveness. That you have no desire to repent for your sins. Then you must be punished, and only through pain and agony will your sins be washed clean. Only then can you seek forgiveness from your Lord.”

The devil, disguised as the priest, grasps his cock, thick, long, and rigid, teasing it along the dripping slit of your pussy, coating his head in the glistening trail of your slick juices. Raphael presses down on your back, flattening your breasts against the wooden bench, forcing your ass to arch, tilting and exposing your throbbing pussy. He marvels at the sight of your puffy lips, parted and dripping, quite the invitation.

He saw how your puffy lips dripped and parted for him as he pushed his cock forward, sliding past your opening and nudging your clit.

“Ah~ ♡“

Raphael's brows furrowed, he couldn't quite believe that the noise he heard, that sweet, melodious noise came from you. He slid back and forth, relishing the sensation of your soft wet heat until he thrusted forward without mercy.

A scream of both pain and pleasure escapes your lips, only to be silenced by the taste of your own blood as you bite down on your bottom lip. Your hands clutched at the bench, knuckles white, you didn't dare look back. You were in agony, but somehow you were enjoying it, the pain mixed with the pleasure. Your body had betrayed you, and the fact that the priest had noticed and was now taking advantage of the fact.

“Look at how wet you are, how eager you are to accept the sinful pleasures of the flesh.” he taunts, his voice dripping with the satisfaction of corrupting a lost lamb. 

“Please-“

Your pleas fall upon deaf ears, drowned out by the sounds of his hips colliding with your ass.

“Does it hurt, little lamb?”

"Y-yes~."

"Yes who?"

"Yes, Father!!!~" He could hear the pleasure in amongst the pain in your voice.

The Devils grip tightened, nails digging into your skin. He could feel himself getting close, but he wanted to hear you sing. To make you moan, to give into the sinful desires you were feeling.

He pulled out slowly, looking down to watch his cock emerge from your clenching tight pussy, coated in your cream, your cunt lips clinging to his shaft. He thrust back into you, grinding into you softly before he began to fuck you, ploughing into you as deeply as he could. 

You couldn't keep silent any longer. Moans, gasps and whimpers escaped your lips, each time his hips slammed into you.

“Good girl. Let the church hear how you're giving into the Devil's temptations.” He grinned, his hands sliding up your back and into your hair, pulling hard.

You whimpered as he pulled, feeling the sting in your scalp, your back arching to try and lessen the pain. His cock dived into you, the sound of your wet cunt being punished by his cock loud in your ears. He pistoned in and out of you remorselessly. Your moans loud as your hips began to fuck back.

"Fu~ Y-Yes Father~!! God, yes!!!” Your cunt clenched around him, squeezing and pulling him deeper.

“There is no God here, lamb. Only a Devil, one who will devour you. One that will make you scream. Make you bleed. Make you beg as I fill your womb with my tainted seed. And when your Lord looks down and sees you, he will reject you. Turn his gaze from you and your swollen belly-“

“FU~ C-c-CUUUUM~!! PLEASEEE~!! PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!! PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR DEVILISH SPAWN!!! P-PLEASE~!!”

"Such a sinful little slut, you are.”

“YES~!!!”

His grip tightening, nails digging into the flesh of your scalp. You let out a pained whine, feeling his nails cutting through the skin, causing blood to trickle down the sides of your face.

He demands your allegiance, questioning your loyalty to the divine. “Who do you worship? Whose cock will you serve? Will you pledge your soul to the devil himself?”

"Yes~, M-My soul, my body and my cunt are yours~!! I'm all yours~! My body belongs to you!! The Devil himself~! Oh, oh, oh my fuck~!! OH, FU~!!! HAA~!!”

You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, the pleasure coursing through you, a tidal wave, drowning you in euphoria. The tight ring of muscle, clamped around his cock, milking his hot seed as it gushed into you, the false priest’s cum painting your walls white, invading your fertile womb.

As he pulls out, both of you gasping and panting, he admires his handiwork. You, slumped over the bench, covered in a sheen of sweat, panting for breath, your eyes glazed over in a mixture of bliss and exhaustion. His seed dripping out of your well abused cunt…

But amidst the exhaustion, a wicked grin spreads across your lips as you gaze at the false priest. Your mind races knowing that the devil's seed now resides within you. The future is uncertain, but the past half hour has left you craving more.

In the back of your mind, you think of Haarlep, the man waiting for you at home. You hope that he will believe the lie, that the child growing in your womb is his….

[xhoneygirlxx]

because work has been kicking my ass and i'm a wh*re for virgin Eddie, here is this small little blurb as a treat :)

virgin!eddie x reader (reader and Eddie are both in their 20s)

rated r: smut, oral receiving, swearing, mentions of sex. (18+ minors GO AWAY)

You and Eddie sit on the small couch in his trailer living room, the blue glow from the tv highlighting him in the most beautiful way. The eerie music of Halloween plays through the tinny speakers, the soundtrack of your night. Although the metal head has watched this movie more than he can count, you can’t help but notice your best friend has become instantly tense the moment Lynda’s tits appear on screen.

Eddie’s virginity wasn’t a secret in your friendship, he’d constantly asked you for advice on how to please his partner when the day finally came, but watching him squirm in his seat at glimpse of bare tits makes your heart melt. To be completely honest you had a crush on your bestie for as long as you can remember, to be fair who wouldn’t? You’ve thought about him a few times when your hands were in between your legs, fingers pumping in and out of your sopping cunt.

You’ve thought about offering taking Eddie’s virginity but you would hate to take something so special from him especially when it should be with someone he loves. So you kept your offer to yourself, helped him with any advice he’d asked, and remained supportive in his search of a partner.

The continuous bounce of Eddie’s knee pulls your attention from the screen, too entertained by his constant fidgeting. The scene that got him so riled up as now ended with the pretty blonde being killed but his growing length beneath his jeans continues to strain against the unforgiving material.

Even though it’s selfish and you’re dying to know what he hides beneath his pants, you give in and ask him the one thing you’ve been dying to ever since the two of you turned eighteen.

“Eds, are you good?” Leaning forward, you curl your legs underneath your bum.

His head snaps towards you, eyes bugged out and cheeks flushed. “M-me? Yeah I’m fine, m’good.”

Eddie nods his head slowly, not only trying to convince you of his words but also himself. Your face falls, mouth pulling into a straight line clearly unamused by his horrible acting.

“Okay let’s try this again but this time tell me the truth,” You say sternly, “are you good?”

Letting his head fall to the back of the couch, Eddie closed his eyes and lets out a harsh breath. “I’m just, the movie it’s,”

The nervousness in his voice won’t let him finish his sentence, every thought in his brain melting together in a bowl of mumbo jumbo.

Placing your hand on his thigh, a little higher than usual, you look up at him from under your lashes. “Her tits got you all hot and bothered, is that it?”

Snapping his eyes open down at you, he stares at you as you spoke in a completely different language. Having too much fun with his blush intensifying, you lean forward just a bit more putting your cleavage on display.

“It hurts, huh? Feels like you’re gonna burst at any moment.” Your voice is sweet like sugar, dripping with an intoxicating amount of intensity that Eddie’s never heard.

His hands that sit by his sides clench and unclench, jitters pouring through him at an alarming rate. Too dumb to speak he nods, curls bouncing with every motion.

“Awe baby, s’okay,” you coo as you hook your legs over his thighs, “if you want I can make it all better. Want me to kiss it better?”

Eddie stares at you unblinkingly, mouth parted slightly in awe. Again he nods but this time you tsk at him, shaking your head back and forth in disapproval.

“I asked you a question, honey, I need your words. Do you want me to make it better?” You pout your lips at him and he swallows harshly.

“Please make it better, hurts s’bad.” He slurs, already drunk off your touch without even really feeling it just yet.

“Such a good boy begging me so nicely.”

Slowly you move forward, capturing his soft lips into a needy kiss. Despite being a virgin Eddie does a good job kissing you, not going overboard with too much tongue or sloppy movements.

Taking a chance and wanting to take care of the growing pulse that grows in between your thighs, you begin to rock hesitantly over his hard length. The intense spark you feel jolting through your veins is verbalized with the wanton moan that rips from Eddie’s throat and vibrates into your mouth.

Picking up your momentum you can’t help but roll your eyes into the back of your head, the rough material of his jeans adding extra intensity to your pulsing bundle of nerves. Eddie isn't any better, his face is flushed red, bangs sticking to his forehead due to the amount of sweat that beads from his hairline, and his chest rattles from all the moaning sobs that leave his open mouth.

Opening your eyes you can't help but snort at Eddie's awkward hand placement. They hang in the air, itching to grasp at something but too nervous to give into the temptation.

Letting your hips come to a complete stop, you gently cup his cheeks in the palm of your hand. Hazy eyes open and look right at you, a thousand tiny specks of glitter shimmer in the big brown pools, sweeping you right into his vortex.

"Eddie honey, do you want to touch me?" Despite the dryness that lingers in your mouth, your words drip and saturate the boy beneath you in love and care.

"If that's okay with you, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. So like if you don't want me to I won't-" You stop his rambles with a quick kiss to his lips.

Pulling away with a small giggle you look at him the same way he's looking at you, disgustingly in awe.

"I want you to touch me, Eddie. Bet your hands would feel so nice on me, so big and strong."

With the thought of it makes your underwear even wetter, so wet that you know when you get off his lap there will be a big wet stain. Not wanting to wait any longer you pull your shirt over your head, revealing the pretty white lace bra that holds your breast into place.

Eddie looks something like a fish, opening and closing his mouth with unspoken words that get caught in his throat. Although it's funny watching your best friend so speechless, you can't help but adore his childlike wonder.

Gripping his wrists in your hand and pull them towards you placing them on your tits, squeezing his fingers around the doughy flesh causing you to hiss in satisfaction.

"F-fuck you're so hot." It's breathless when it comes out.

Eddie follows your lead, fondling your round breasts in the palms of his big hands. The feeling of his grip causes you to resume your motions, grinding harder on his lap trying to relieve the hammering thump in between your legs.

You remember in the fog of your lust that this wasn't about you, it was in fact about your best friend who is currently trying to hold himself together.

Again you stop your movements, pulling his hands from your lace covered chest, and move from his lap.

"W-wait, what's- what are you doing?" Eddie is more than frantic, he's completely distraught with the absence of your weight on his legs.

Pinching his cheek sweetly, you push his legs apart to create enough room for yourself. Sinking to your knees, you move into the space you've created for yourself.

"I'm doing what I said I was going to do, I'm going to kiss it better." You drag your nails up his jean covered thighs, gazing up at him with doe eyes acting as if you aren't making one of his dreams come true.

"Yeah yeah, fuck okay." Babbling like an idiot, Eddie stares at you completely shocked as if you didn't promise this to him earlier.

Raising your eyebrows at him, you wait for him to catch on to what you're waiting for. It doesn't hit him until you clear your throat and point at the handcuff belt that hold his jeans in place.

"Oh shit, right. Let me just get these off." Going as fast as his shaking hands will allow him, he goes to undo his belt and push his pants just below his balls.

His cock bounces from their confines, hitting his tee shirt covered navel with a small thud. You can't help but gawk at the sight of him. Eddie's packing more than you ever imagined, long and thick with a prominent vein running along the underside. The tip is a pretty pink shade that shines from the pearls of precum that dripples from the slit.

Your mouth fills with saliva just from the sight alone. The dark brown thatch of curls that sit at the base match the hair on his heavy balls. You weren't someone who found genitalia appetizing but man oh man was did your best friend's look good enough to eat.

The small silence that settled between you two has clearly made Eddie anxious. His chocolate brown eyes look anywhere but you and the thick chunky rings that sit on his fingers have become his clear fascination, twisting them around and around his thick digits.

Not wanting him to sit with his thoughts any longer, you lean up enough to capture his kiss bitten lips in a passionate kiss. This time it's all teeth and tongue, spit swapping between the two of you.

When you both pull away you wish you could continue kissing him, fuck the oxygen that you need all you want is Eddie.

Sitting back down on your knees, you let spit dripple down onto his stiff shaft. Clasping your hand around him you begin to jerk him off slowly, not wanting the moment to be over fast.

Eddie on the other hand is fighting for his life, lip pulled between his teeth and his eyebrows pinching together. You drink it up like a plant in the middle of a drought.

"You're s'pretty, Eds and your cock, fuck it's so pretty too." You coo, to prove your point you press kisses up and down his length.

"Mmm s-shit, your ha- your hand feels so good." Eddie's voice is completely strained, his jugular vein pocking out every once and a while.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that Eddie's nearing the end, the shaking and tensing of his thighs a clear sign. Wanting him to experience it all, you envelope the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and licking along the slit to collect the salty bead of pre that beads out of it.

Moving your mouth lower, you take him halfway into your mouth and allow your hand to jerk off whatever you can't take. The hand that braces itself on his thigh snakes its way to the heavy sack that sits just below his cock, kneading it in the palm of your hand gently.

Without needing instruction Eddie's hand finds it's way to your head, gripping your hair at the scalp and pulling out it with vigor. The pain and arousal that sparks within you causes you to moan around him, making him sob out in ecstasy.

"F-uh, oh don't stop I'm gonna- shit I'm gonna cum!"

Moving your head as fast as you can, you move to the tip to avoid chocking on the salty release. Still pumping your hand up and down on his cock you collect his warm seed in your mouth, letting it pool on your tongue.

Above you Eddie is a screaming mess, blabbing nonsense and groaning loudly. To no one's surprise Eddie cums and he cums a lot, so much so that it starts to dripple out the sides of your mouth with the string of your spit.

Once his breath returns to his lungs and his grip loosens on your hair, you let him fall out of your mouth with a lewd pop. When your eyes make eye contact with his own, you open your mouth to show him the pearly white of his release that sits on your pink tongue. Closing your mouth and swallowing it with a loud hum, you open your eyes to see Eddie completely gobsmack.

"Jesus sweetheart, you can't do shit like that unless you want me to get hard again." He says with an airy laugh.

You take his words as a threat, one that you'd be stupid not to take with the way your pussy flutters in need.

"Who said I was done, Munson?"

[jazminrhode1]

hiiii! if you're stil writing can you please write one where matt sturn and reader are just so in love and he cant stop telling people about her?

The Interview Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Matt was onto his 6th interview of the day. He set up his laptop at the kitchen table and you’d been sitting across from him all morning waiting for him to be done.

“Hi Matt,” you heard the interviewer say. He was less nervous now that he’d had some practice.

They asked the same old generic questions like, how his brothers were, how he came up with the idea for this project, and what inspired it. But, out of left field, they asked about you.

You saw Matt squirm in his seat across the table. “I hope that doesn’t cross a line,” she said sweetly.

“No,” he said, shaking his head a little too aggressively to be casual.

He looked at you and you glared right back. You hadn’t had this conversation in a while. You hadn’t spoken about keeping your relationship offline in the beginning but, it had been 2 years and things were different. Everyone knew and they reacted terribly but, the dust had settled since then.

You saw the look in his eyes. He was asking permission and you gave it to him with a shrug.

He let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxed; he looked happy.

“Y/n is great, actually,” he said with a smile.

“I know you don’t talk about her often but, I was wondering if you could tell us a little bit about how you both met?”

“Oh,” he said, “Well, she’s a good friend of Madison and we were all hanging out there a lot and, it just happened. She’s great. She’s perfect. She feels more like my home than any house ever did.”

You swallowed down the lump forming in your throat. It wasn’t often that you got to hear how Matt talked about you to other people. Sure, your friends told you that he gloats about you any chance he got but, you never heard it from him.

The next interviewer asked what made Matt fall in love with you and he explained, “Y/n is beautiful. Even more so on the inside if that’s possible. But, it wasn’t any one thing that made me fall in love with her. It was the love she has for her family, it was the way her smile lights up a room, it’s the kindness she shows to strangers, it’s the way that she can get through to me when no one else can. She’s the first person I reach for in the morning, she’s the first person I want to call with news good or bad, she’s my best friend and she is my favourite person in the world.”

His eyes were so intense on you that you thought he could read all of your thoughts. It was often like that. He was so attuned to you, so perceptive to your needs, so receptive to your feelings. Matt was, in so many ways, perfect. You could not have dreamed him up.

The final interviewer asked the same age-old questions. You mocked him behind the screen and Matt did his best not to laugh. He was tired, you could tell. As the interview came to an end, the interviewer asked one final question.

“You’ve gotten into writing a lot, I’ve seen a few passages that you shared on Instagram. What inspires you the most?”

Without hesitation, Matt said, “Y/n. She inspires everything that I do. I read a quote once that said, ‘If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.’ I like to think that if I write about all the people and the things that I love, I can never really lose them, you know? Even if y/n chose to leave me, I’d always have a piece of her with me”

There was silence on the other end. You started to think they lost connection.

“I think there’s a lot of people out there who 

“I’ve fucked up a lot of relationships but, I think it all needed to happen so that I can be the person I am now for y/n. You need to be open and receptive and believe that you deserve to find happiness with another person. Y/n is a much better person than I am but, no one will ever love her as much as I do. And I do. And I show her every day and I will for the rest of my life.”

Matt shut the laptop when the interview wrapped and pushed his chair back from the table. You walked around and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. His arms snaked around your waist as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’ve never heard you talk about me before,” you said.

“I feel sorry for people. You’re all I ever talk about,” he replied with a smile.

Matt loved you. You knew that with every fibre of your being but, today showed you just how much.

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Uncle Mickey's Hair Braiding Adventure

“Franny!” Debbie called, pouring some coffee in a thermos. “Come here so I can do your hair!” Turning back to the pitcher, she said to Mickey, who was seated at the table, “You want some more?” 

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Already had two. Ian’ll have my balls if he sees me have another.” 

“Thought he already had them?” She said idly, a small smirk peeking out. 

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Fuck you and fuck your brother for being in this health kick. If he tries to take me some fucking yoga class, I’ll knock his teeth out and shove them up his ass.” 

“After he shoves his dick into yours?” She said innocently. 

Mickey held up a clear middle finger. 

“Whatever,” she said, unfazed. Taking another mouthful of coffee, she quickly swallowed. “Franny, let’s go!” 

“I’m coming, Mama!” Franny skipped into the kitchen, her hair loose and flying every which way. 

“Sweetie....” Debbie sighed. “Now I have to comb your hair again.” 

“Oops,” Franny said with a giggle. Mickey couldn't help but grin at his adorable niece. 

Debbie didn't think it was so adorable. “Take a seat and I'll be right back, okay?” 

“Okay, Mommy,” Franny watched her go upstairs, immediately barreling into Mickey with a beam. “Hi, Uncle Mickey!” 

“Hi, Franny,” he scooped her up, letting her sit on his knee, one arm around her so she didn't fall off. 

“Mommy says I have to go to school today but I wanna stay with you and Uncle Ian!” She said enthusiastically. “Can I?” 

“You don’t wanna do that, kid,” he had to chuckle at the face she made. “Your Uncle Ian’s real boring. He'll probably make you read or some shit,” he paused. “Or eat broccoli.” 

“Eww!” Franny said loudly. 

“Ay, not so loud,” Mickey tickled her stomach. She squealed, squirming in his lap. “Your boring uncle’s trying to sleep. Don't wanna wake him, okay?” 

Her laughter tapered off, and she leaned back against his chest. “Okay!” 

This was still kind of surreal for him, not just being married to Ian but to have a family that was actually there for each other. Franny meant a lot to him, and it kind of freaked Mickey out at first when she started coming to him for hugs and shit. Wasn’t like he was used to little kids. There’d been Liam when he was much younger but Mickey didn’t interact with him a ton. Back than, his focus was on Ian and ensuring he was cared for. 

Debbie came back down, her footsteps not so light. “Okay, time to do your hair! Do you want one braid or two?” 

Mickey set Franny back onto the floor. But she was frowning, looking back at him. 

“Can Uncle Mickey braid my hair?” She said to her mother instead. She looked between the two of them with big, hopeful eyes. 

“Huh?” Mickey was caught off guard by the request. 

Franny placed her hands on his knee, smiling wide. “Can you braid my hair, Uncle Mickey? Please?” 

“Oh. I don't know how to braid, Franny,” he said apologetically.

“But it's easy,” Franny insisted. “Mommy can show you!” 

“Maybe some other time,” Debbie said gently. “We have to get you ready for school.” 

Franny complied, though noticeably disappointed. 

Wasn't like he ever needed to know how to braid hair. Mandy never did any of that shit. If he did know, Terry would've sooner called him a faggot and shot him in between the eyes than let him do it again. 

It shouldn't have bothered him. But Mickey kept picturing the smile falling off Franny’s face. 

“Got you a burger,” Ian said when he came back to the ambulance, handing the bag off to him. 

Mickey was watching his phone screen intently, trying his hardest to follow along. He didn't see his husband staring at him with raised eyebrows. 

“What are you watching?” Ian said curiously. 

Mickey was too engrossed to answer. 

“Are you watching porn?” There was no answer. “Because if you are, it better not be those guys that kind of look like us. I’m telling you, Mick, it’s weird-” 

“Would you shut the fuck up?” Mickey said, exasperated. Ian stopped, glancing over at him. 

“Sorry...” Ian muttered. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Silence fell over the vehicle. Mickey’s eyes never wavered from his screen, while his husband chewed on his burger and fries. 

Then, suddenly, Mickey slammed his phone on the dashboard in frustration. 

Ian jumped. “The fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Nothing!” Mickey snapped, snatching the bag with his burger, angrily eating it. 

“Right...” Ian said in disbelief. “Okay...” 

Mickey tapped his foot on the floor, impatiently waiting for his brother to pick up. 

Finally, finally Iggy answered groggily. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“Bout time you answered my calls, fuckwad,” Mickey kept his voice down so no one would hear him. It was early in the morning before either of them had to go on rounds for their deliveries. The kitchen was quiet, dim with only the light over the sink on. 

“It’s early, man,” Iggy whined on the other line. “Couldn’t you have called at noon?” 

“No, I couldn’t call at noon,” Mickey sneered. “Need you to do me a favor, Ig.” 

“What kinda favor?” 

“Don’t start askin’ question. Just do what I tell you,” Mickey said through grit teeth. “I need you to get a few things for me.” 

He heard Iggy taking a drink, probably a beer. “Ay, I’ll do what I can but it’ll cost you.” 

“Let’s not forget you still owe me for those joints-” Iggy protested by exclaiming they were a birthday gift, but Mickey cut in. “Consider us even.” 

Mickey refused to blush when Iggy brought the supplies, his face contorted into a bewildered expression. 

“You know I don’t care if you’re gay,” his brother started, “but this going full fag, Mick.” 

He grabbed the bag away from Iggy. “Fuck off.” 

As per usual, his brother didn’t get the hint, always sure to interject his stupidity. “M’serious. Ian know about this? This what you two are plannin’ on doing before you take his dick?” 

Mickey rolled his eyes, looking through the bag to make sure everything was in there. “Get out,” he motioned towards the door. “I don’t want anyone seeing you.” 

But Iggy, as per usual, is hellbent on ignoring his orders. “Where’s my brother-in-law at, anyway? Haven’t seen him for a while.” 

“None of your rucking business, that’s where he’s at,” Mickey shot him a warning look. “Out, Ig.” 

“Ay, I brought you these-” 

Mickey shoved him out before he could finish that sentence. 

It wasn’t like he intended to get caught. But being in the Gallagher household, secrets weren’t always easy to keep. Mickey could only keep his activity up for so long, approximately two hours, because Ian came home from meeting with Larry and caught him in the act. 

The door to their room opened, which Mickey realized he should have locked, and in came Ian, stopping dead in his tracks upon seeing the mannequin heads Mickey was using so he could follow along while watching the videos. 

Neither one of them broke the dead silence at first. They stared at each other, and this was where, in any other circumstances, Mickey would have killed Ian and hid his body where no one would ever find it. 

But he loved the fucker, unfortunately. 

“What is happening?” Ian said slowly. 

“What’s it look like?” Mickey tried to sound indifferent. “I’m learning how to do hair.” 

“...Why?” Ian said, then joked, “planning on growing your hair out?” 

“No, asshole,” Mickey scoffed, dropping his gaze and coughing. “Franny wanted me to braid her hair the other day.” 

“Oh, yeah. Debs mentioned that,” Ian recalled with a smile. Mickey moved one of the mannequin heads so his husband could sit down on the bed. “She said Franny’s been asking her to teach you.” 

“Yeah, well,” Mickey muttered. “Now she don’t have to.” 

Ian smiled as widely as Franny had, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re so damn hot when you’re in uncle mode,” he whispered. 

Mickey was still not used to being complimented like this. He squirmed. “Just don’t wanna disappoint the kid, is all.” 

Ian stared at him for far too long, his expression was tender and it made him even more uneasy. 

“What?” 

“I told you that you weren’t your dad,” Ian kissed his forehead this time. “You’re so much better than him, Mickey, and you don’t even realize it.” 

“It’s just hair, Ian.” 

“It’s not just hair,” Ian shook his head. “You do a lot for Franny. Freddie too. And Liam-” 

“You gonna get to the point anytime soon, Gallagher?” 

Ian continued as if he hadn’t said anything, “I don't think sixteen year old Mickey would have learned how to braid hair to make his niece happy. He wouldn’t drop everything to help his brother-in-law on a project. And he definitely wouldn’t be excited about showing his baby nephew his favorite action movie.” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Mickey muttered, remembering how he’d talked to Freddie the whole time, pointing out all the best parts of the movie. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Ian shrugged, then smiled again. “Mickey, I don’t care if we never have kids. Watching you with them is enough for me.” 

Ian scooted himself beside Mickey, his back against the wall, one arm over his husband to pull him close. 

“Yeah, well the rugrats ain’t so bad,” Mickey leaned in, feeling Ian kiss the top of his head. “Better than your annoying ass was back than.” 

“Don’t forget you wanted my annoying ass.” 

“Pretty sure it was the other way around,” Mickey quipped. 

They sat there, quiet, just basking in the moment. 

“So, you getting any good?” Ian asked conversationally. 

Mickey blew out a breath. “Nah. It’s harder than I thought. Tried following along to this chick’s video and she goes too fucking fast.” 

“Why don’t I watch it with you?” Ian offered. “We’ll follow along together.” 

“Figured you already knew how to do this shit,” Mickey remarked. 

“Nah. Fiona usually did it. Or Lip.” 

“Course Phllip knows how.” 

“He did it whenever Fi was too busy,” Ian said. “Didn’t you or your brothers ever do Mandy’s hair?” 

Mickey gave him a look like he was crazy. 

“Never mind.” 

Ian did as he suggested; with Mickey’s phone they watched endless tutorials together so he’d have a better grasp at it. Both of them worked on the mannequin heads, going for simple hairstyles that they could get the hang of quickly. It was frustrating at first, whenever Mickey would knot the hair up while trying to get it to twist but eventually, he was able to do it flawlessly. 

That night, while laying in bed side-by-side, Ian said, “Franny’s gonna be really happy tomorrow.” 

“Yeah,” Mickey murmured. 

“Hey, Mick?” 

“What?” 

“Where’d you get the heads anyway?” Ian said, curiously. 

When Mickey said nothing, Ian pressed. “Mickey...” 

“I might’ve had Iggy steal them from Tami’s hair salon....” 

Ian just sighed in exasperation. 

“Franny, come down here,” Debbie called up the stairs the next morning. There was no sound, no movement coming up from there at all. “Uncle Mickey’s going to do your hair if you get down here in the next five minutes.” 

Franny came barreling down the stairs. Debbie was muttering Jesus under her breath, rolling her eyes at the whirlwind her daughter created. 

“Morning, Little Red,” Mickey greeted. “You ready?” 

“Yeah!” Franny exclaimed. 

She jumped into the chair, squealing excitedly. Mickey chuckled, and told her she’d have to sit still so he could work. 

Debbie watched them with faint amusement. “If I knew Uncle Mickey was the answer to keeping you still, I would’ve had him doing it a while ago.” 

Mickey flipped her off above her daughter's head. 

[xxblairexxss]

Hunt Game (Charles Leclerc x reader) (p.4)

Series contain stalking, harrasment, sexual violence.

Word count : 5.9k

Masterlist

What happened when Charles stopped believing in you and you were left all alone.

Chapter 4

"Leave it there, baby. I’ll take care of it.” Charles went to pick up a call that had been ringing for the past few minutes while he was helping you organise your luggage for the holiday. Upon discussions among the group over the past months, they had agreed to go with Greece for this year’s break.

It was their tradition even before you started dating Charles. Though most of them work in different professions now, they were willing to apply for a break weeks prior, adjusting their schedule to match Charles’ just to keep the tradition going, and it was really sweet how strong the friendships were.

The flight was scheduled to be a few hours away, and you still couldn’t make up your mind about which dresses you should opt for. Asking your fiancé wasn’t helping at all because he would always say, "You’ll look great in anything," but that surely wasn’t the answer you were looking for, so you had been staring at your dresses that were draped on the bed. Your white duvet wasn’t even white anymore. It was full of different colours from your colourful summer dresses.

The phone on the bedside table rang as it vibrated. The number alone was enough to send chills. It was the same number that had been bothering you for weeks now. There wasn’t any need to think twice as you rejected the call and diverted your attention back on the clothes. All you had to do is ignore him and think of something else. It will stop one day. You just needed to be patience. The peace didn’t last for long because it rang again the next second, over and over until you set the phone to power off.

"Y/N? Anything wrong?" Charles came in and pulled your attention away from the black screen of your phone that was thrown on the bed.

"N—no, not at all. Who was it?” You looked up as he strode in front of you to stroke his thumb on your cheek.

"Oh, it was the team. I asked them to update my schedule, and they needed to ask for my confirmation. Did Lizzy call you? I thought I heard your phone ring."

"Lizzy? Oh, yeah, she did. Um, she just asked me if I had finished packing my stuff." The dark green and rose floral-printed dresses in front of you didn’t look as exciting as they were when your mind was clouded with the number. What else did he want from you.

"Oh, I bought this on my way home earlier.” A small box of prescription medicine that was left on the dressing table was handed to you, making you stared at it in question.

"This is for...?”

He cackled and leaned in to kiss your hair. "You haven’t been feeling very well, haven’t you? I have been waking up to the sound of you throwing up every morning since a few days ago.” Heaving a sigh, Charles took a seat in front of you as he caressed your thigh. You knew what he was going to suggest, so you shook your head, beaming. "What?" His wrinkles around his eyes became more prominent.

You ended up laughing along with him. "We can’t not go on this trip, honey. They have been very excited about it."

"They’ll understand if I say you haven’t been feeling well.” He squirmed as you pinched on his waist.

"Are you throwing me under the bus?” You gasped dramatically while he tried to get away.

"But it’s the truth, baby! Or could it be food poisoning, no?” He eventually held your hand and brushed his lips along your fingers, stopping you from pinching his body. "Did you eat something wrong?"

"I don’t know! I ate the same thing you did. We should have suffered together.” You pursed your lips and pulled his face closer to peck at his cheek. "Let’s go! We shouldn’t be late."

"Says someone who still had tonnes of clothes here.” He picked up a dress and casually put it in the luggage, thinking he’s lending you a hand.

"I don’t want to wear that one!” You frowned, the white dress was being thrown back on the bed as Charles blinked, confused with how your mind works.

"Then why did you even bring it out?" He asked.

“Because I thought I wanted to wear them!”

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The light from the bathroom and the sound of water constantly flowing pulled him from his dream. The empty bedside had given him the answer he needed as he dragged himself off the bed to check on you.

You felt his presence on the door frame before he could take a breath. The first night of the holiday couldn’t be even worse than this. You thought you were feeling better. You could joke around, playing games, laughing around for hours, thinking you could ditch on the medicine but your beauty sleep was cut short when you felt the need to eject all of the contents in your stomach the next morning.

"Sorry for waking you up.” Groaning, you lifted up your head to turn off the faucet as your fiancé stepped in.

"It’s alright." He breathed out and tugged his chin against your head as you leaned against his chest. Your body was definitely hot, even when there were layers of clothes between his skin and yours. "Have you taken the medicine?"

"No, I thought it had stopped.” You were so sleepy, but even when you closed your eyes, the constant feeling of something pushing everything in your stomach up to your throat would just kick the drowsiness away. Laying down made it even worse, and you were so worn out from having to run back to the toilet. Perhaps you could continue the last 2 hours before sunrise by sleeping in the bathtub, that way you wouldn’t have to rush when the nauseous hit again.

"Stay on the bed. I’ll take you a glass of water, alright?"

The hotel room couldn’t be any bigger; it would be a paradise if you were in perfect health, but right now, it was maddening. A walk back to the bed itself felt so far, you just wanted to crawl your way back.

The faint sound of the door knocking halted his movement. A few drops of the plain water dropped to the white, lavish-looking counter as he jumped from the sound with the glass in his hand. The hotel wasn’t an apartment that came with a long hallway. It was designated to give more privacy to the guests, so every unit would be roughly a few metres away from the next one. Though  it wasn’t unusual to hear footsteps or voices passing through as the guests went back to their rooms or went out to enjoy the night, but there surely shouldn’t be a knocking sound.

When he peeked through the peephole, he was a second late, as the person on the other side had turned his back to walk further away. He was wearing a nude-coloured uniform, the same one the bellboy was wearing. Charles walked back to the room, brushing off the knock as a mistake for the room number.

"Baby, here.” He handed you the glass of water.

Your head felt like it weighed the same as a bowling bowl. The nausea was gone now, but you still felt like you got beaten up head to toe. Everything hurt. You took the medicine that Charles had packed with the water he brought for you and scooted further on the bed to make yourself comfortable under the duvet. "I can’t.." You pulled your hand away and shook your head, rejecting his offer to lay down as you remained sitting up with your back against the headboard. "I can’t lay down, Charles. It will make me feel nauseous again, and it’s so uncomfortable. My back hurts."

"Okay, okay, baby. Then we’ll just sleep like this.” The end of the duvet slipped off his body as he sat up and copied your way of sitting while he drew you into his embrace. "Is this okay?"

"But you won’t be comfortable." You dipped your face closer against his neck as you closed your eyes, feeling the drowsiness slowly take over your body again.

"I’m more than comfortable. Go to sleep, honey."

Charles didn’t have to say it twice because the heat from his body with him fondling you acted like a lullaby. It felt like you were being hypnotised because you were gone with just a snap.

You just couldn’t live your life without him.

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"Alone?" Riccardo arched a brow as he saw his friend join the table for breakfast with no sight of his lovely fiancée, whom he was obsessed with.

"Y/N is not feeling well.” Charles replied as he leaned his head to the side while his hand applied some pressure to the spot. He woke up this morning feeling like he had nails hammered around his neck. "My body is sore, dude.” He bent his upper body down on the table and groaned from the pressure. Sleeping upright definitely used every muscle.

His friends started laughing, and he didn’t have to look at their faces to know what it was about. "No, it’s not what you think.” He laughed along, shutting down the thoughts.

"Yeah, right. Thank God our rooms are a few metres away."

"Ah, speaking about that. Did you,” The friends’ gaze went on him. "heard any knocks from the staff last night?"

"I was dead asleep, Charles.” Gabriel, Lizzy’s boyfriend, replied while Lizzy took a seat beside him.

"I heard." Lizzy interrupted. "I even looked at the peephole, but it was just the staff checking something, I guess. Why? It disturbed your little activity with Y/N?”

"Shut up."

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You chuckled as Charles made himself comfortable in your arms right when he came back from breakfast. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your middle as you played with his hair. Though you woke up this morning feeling all better, you had developed some kind of trauma from eating because you always ended up in the bathroom the next morning so based on your logical way of thinking, if you didn’t eat, there was no way you would get sick again. So your fiancé had to go and have his breakfast alone, not literally because he had his friends but alone in the sense he didn’t have you to keep him accompany. Now that he was back, he had to cling on you to make up for the 2 hours of you leaving him alone.

"They are going to the pool, baby. Do you want to join?"

"Charles, stop. That tickles!" He laughed when you wiggled around as he poked at your waist. "Stop!" You sat up, hands cupping his cheeks while giggling as he stopped poking you.

"Do you want to eat something, baby?"

"I want pancakes.” Your so-called-logical way of thinking were left in the lurch when your stomach growled as if it was put on to speaker so you ended up caving in and requested for your favourite food.

He called for room service as you left the bed to get ready for the day. Just like how hard it was to decide what you should bring, it was equally hard, or maybe even harder, to choose what to wear right now.

"The green is cute, isn’t it? But the red is equally adorable as well!"

"Babe, just wear anything!" Charles was lying down on the bed, scrolling through his Instagram feed with your bikinis draped all around him like some kind of floor art. “Your pancake is here, honey and you still haven’t make a decision.” He stood up and went to get the door as the bell rang while you rushed to pick one out of all outfits because there was no way you had been contemplating this long.

"Room service!"

"Just put it on the table, please.” Charles snaked a few bills from the back of his jeans and handed them to the staff as a tip after he arranged the food. "Thank you so much."

"Honey, look! Oh, sorry."

He pressed his lips to hold his laugh when you scurried to cover up your body with the long white polo shirt that acted as the cardigan so you wouldn’t feel too naked, especially now in front of the hotel staff with the door opened.

"Is there anything else you need help with?"

"No, that’ll be it. Thank you." His body jerked back as you ran to bury your flushed face on his chest while the door closed behind him.

"That was so embarrassing! You should have told me he was still here!"

"You didn’t hear me talking to him?” He cackled even more.

"No?" You then dragged him to the table, where your pancake was beautifully placed with the syrups and honey on the side. "Are you not going to eat it with me?"

"No, honey. I’m full. I’ll go get change while you eat, alright?" He left you alone, enjoying the pancakes all to yourself, while he went to change, which only took less than 5 minutes without having to think about what it would look like in pictures. How easy it was to be a man!

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"Can she swim? Charles clicked his tongue and clapped on his hands as he approached Didi.

"She clearly can’t swim, Charles. She’s 12 months old! But she likes water.” Martha said in response as she handed her little girl to the driver as he carried Didi to the centre of the pool, where you were.

"Oh, she’s so cute!" You squealed when Didi giggled in his arms; the little hands slapped on the surface of the water, which made your fiancé’s face fully decorated from the droplets of water.

"We should definitely get a baby.”

You stopped playing peek-a-boo with the little one as your gaze went to your fiancé. There wasn’t any hint of tease or trick on his face. "Are you having baby fever from carrying her?"

"Yeah." He swayed little Didi in his arms as the little one shook her loaf-like arms in the water. "I can’t wait to build a family with you, love.”

This man in front of you never fail making you fall in love all over again.

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He found you. It was always easy to know where you were because he gave it all away. Just like how Charles’ 11 million followers knew where he was and how open and direct he was about his summer vacation, it only took him a split second to book the same hotel as you were.

It was a bit of a quandary for him to find where your room was. As witless as your companions were, they wouldn’t divulge the room numbers, so he had to take a screenshot of the pictures on their Instagram stories where it could reveal the view from the window and make a rough guess.

"Honey, look!"

Your voice. It was the voice he had been yearning to hear. He liked the way the white cardigan curved around your body. He saw the way Charles took you in his arms and how you hid your cheeks so he would stop kissing you.

Bastard.

It was unfair that he always had to be the one watching. Just like how Charles stole his career away, the chances away, the winning away, and the fame away. He had to have a perfect girl too.

But he had enough watching from the side now. It was too late to take the winning and the chances on the career back now but he could definitely take the girl he wanted.

He could definitely take you from him.

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"If Charles is looking for me, tell him I’m going to the bathroom!"

"What?!" Lizzy yelled straight to your ear; it would have drilled a hole in your eardrum if she went a pitch higher.

"I’m going to the bathroom!” You were so close to scream your lungs out.

"Oh! Okay go!"

Every night, the hotel would hold an event where they would blast a song until nearly sunrise, and people would just get drunk until dawn. Lizzy, her boyfriend, Gabriel, Charles, and you decided to hit it off for a few hours while Riccardo and Martha had to skip for their 12-month-old baby.

Something rough snatched on your wrist while you were on your way back and dragged you to the corner of the area. His gaze pierced straight into your eyes. The same gaze you had been seeing for weeks. The gaze that would always sent cold creeps. The gaze that was full of hatred and anger there was no comfort in it at all.

"Why did you ignore me?”

"What? Let me go!” You tugged on your wrist harshly, nearly punching him in the chin from the force. "I said, let me go! What the fuck do you want from me?”

"I hate it when you ignore me. Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? I—"

"Stop!" You obstructed him from continuing his words, which made him knit his brows together. "I’m not ignoring you! I don’t even know who you are!"

"Liar! You know me. We talked a lot of times. You said we have a lot in common!” He pulled on your wrist towards his chest, which ended you a gap away from him. "I have never met anyone who had so much in common with me. You just need to give me a chance, ba—"

"Baby?" Charles had a scowl on his face as he approached both of you. You were left to keep Lizzy accompany and he didn’t want to bug your girls time with her so he went to stay with Gabriel where he got carried away with the conversations with a few other acquaintance. When he came back to Lizzy, you were gone. He wasn’t expecting to see you in very close proximity to a guy out of anyone’s sight. "What are you doing? Who are you?"

"I’ll take my leave.” Charles saw his face very clearly as he was dressed very casual, like how any other people in this venue would dress. He finally let go of your hand and walked past the driver as you stood there, tongue-tied.

"Wait." Charles called out, and his gaze went on the guy. "We met before, didn’t we?"

"No? You got the wrong guy.”

You saw him quickly leave the area; his pace was fast but not enough to raise suspicion from the rest of the crowd. His hand was fishing out something from his back pocket, and the phone in your hand rang a second later.

"Who’s that guy?"

"He was—he was looking for his friend.” You could finally breathe when you felt Charles’s touch on your waist, full of reassurance and comfort—everything you needed at the moment.

He left a few lingering kisses on the side of your head, murmuring against your hair. "I thought he did something to you, honey. Next time, please let me know if you ever need to go somewhere.”

"I told Lizzy." You tilted your head to find him chuckling.

"She’s wasted. You chose the wrong person to deliver the message. Let’s call it a night."

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"She opened the door and freaked out because—"

"You guys are so boring.” Martha cut off your storytelling, which made Charles grumble against your middle. He had been laying his head on your stomach while both of you were sprawled on the beach mat with your novel in hand.

Charles was just using an excuse so he could hear you talk while he fell asleep. He loved lying on you and watching how your eyes brightened whenever you told him everything that happened in the chapter. Though it was nearly impossible to understand because he didn’t even know any of the character’s name, the plot, the storyline wasn’t that important. He just wanted to listen.

"Can you leave us alone?” Charles replied, turning his face back to you, but his sight was interfered by little Didi when Martha put her daughter to join the both of you as she walked back to her boyfriend, Riccardo. "I—" He ended up laughing along with you. "I was going to get mad, but she smiled at me."

"We can always be her emergency babysitter." You commented before going back to your book while playing with his hair as he played peek-a-boo with Didi.

"You threw up again this morning, didn’t you?"

"Yeah.."

"We should really get you checked, honey. It’s been nearly a week? Surely the medicine isn’t working.” You glanced down and caught his worried face. It made you feel so bad because regardless how hard you tried to hide it from him, you knew Charles would always be anxious whenever you were sick, especially now when the sickness lasted longer.

"I’m sorry."

"There’s nothing you should be sorry about, love. I’m just worried about you. I’ll set an appointment with my GP, alright?” He assured and took your hand to leave a peck on the back of it before he focused back on Didi.

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"Are you sure it is okay for you?”

"Of course! I wouldn’t mind it. Just go and enjoy the night, Martha!” You firmly replied as Didi leaned her body towards you when you picked her up. "I’ll spend the rest of the night with this little girl."

"Thank you so much, Y/N. I wouldn’t know what I would do without you. Is Charles coming with us or—“ Martha looked at the driver as she spoke.

"I—"

"He’ll be coming with you! You chirped in before he could say anything. "He just needed to change first, right, honey?"

"Oh, okay! Then we’ll wait for you in the lobby.” The rest of the group left your room as they headed towards the lobby, all of them looking like they were so ready to get wasted.

"Honey, I can’t just leave you alone.” Charles exhaled, clearly looked like he wasn’t pleased with your decision.

"I can take care of myself! You spent this whole vacation worrying about me, honey. Go and enjoy the night. Didi and I will do just fine.” Didi let out a squeal as you cooed her. Despite all the persuasion and coaxing, he wasn’t even budge that you ended up having to turn it into some form of coercion just so he would leave the room by guilt-tripping him about how bad he was to make the friends waiting for this long.

"I’ll be back in an hour or so. Call me if you need anything.” He left after brushing his lips on your forehead, face wasn’t filled with any kind of anticipation. He was just looking like a kid who was forced to go to school.

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You tugged the little girl to sleep right when it hit her sleep time, and it was easier than you expected. Though you didn’t have any experience with kids other than being a part time babysitter back when you were still a teenager, Didi was a very manageable baby. You only had to feed her with the bottle that Martha had prepared beforehand as she played with her feet until her eyes got all droopy and she gave in.

Nothing beat the perfect idea to wind down your day by having little snacks you bought the day before while getting yourself entertained with the movie playing on the screen. 

Then you heard a knock. Talk about man of his words. He really came back an hour after just like how he told you. Giggling, you put the snacks away as you hopped your way to the door, all set to hug him as he walked in.

"Welcome back! Did you have fu—what are you doing here?"

"I missed you. I missed you so much.” He walked in as if it were the most casual thing and started pulling you for a hug, to which you shoved him away.

"What do you want from me?” You tried to scurry your way back to the room, but he tugged on your shirt and held something against your face. It was warm and a little wet. It was cupped harshly on your face that it left you with no chances other than breathing in the chemical, ether-like odor. You tried to pull his hand away, yanking on his shirt—anything that you could grab to free yourself but within every strive, your body started feeling heavier and heavier. Lifting up the arm felt like it needed every vitality, you just wanted to lay down. That was all you remember as your legs gave in as you succumbed to the darkness.

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Charles quickly tapped the access card and walked in when he heard Didi’s crying from outside the room. It was so loud and strained. She sounded as if she had been crying for so long and no one had noticed. He picked her up and swayed her as the wailing started to cease. Her cheeks were red, and her voice sounded sore from the heavy, excessive crying. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep from using her energy to cry, for God knew how long it had been.

"Y/N..?"

Once he put Didi back to sleep, he tread to the bedroom where you were tugged in and sound asleep on the bed, fully naked. Your hair was a mess and sticking all over your face. It was weird for you to be sleeping, ignoring the cries from Didi because you were a light sleeper and everything about it sounded so irresponsible. If Martha had to choose between you and Lizzy to babysit her daughter, it would always be you because she, Charles, and everyone else knew how much you loved kids. It was never like you to ignore a child just so you could sleep. The notification sound coming nonstop from his phone halted his movement as he brought out it out from his pocket to check on it.

It was pictures, and pictures. More than 10 pictures of you naked with a guy who he couldn’t seem to make out the face. The pictures were taken from different angles, and it was clearly something that would give anyone a nightmare to see pictures of their beloved partner under someone else, with no layer of clothes. The phone nearly slipped off his hand as he walked out of the room, feeling himself suffocated. Tonnes of thoughts started popping up in his head, wondering where it all went wrong, what he did to deserve all this, and why this happened when the relationship had been nothing but perfect throughout the years. There was never a big argument; you and he had been giving constant reassurance despite the career difference, with no insecurities or unspoken problems that couldn’t be solved. Why would you do this to him?

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You woke up the next morning and became conscious of your current state when the duvet was lifted off from holding on to your body. The room was silent, and Charles was nowhere to be seen. "Didi." You muttered, as if to remind yourself and got dressed with any clothes you could lay your hands on before hurried out to find the little one, but the baby cot was empty.

"Charles, where’s Didi?” You saw him on the couch playing with his phone. He was still wearing the same outfit from last night. Judging from how languid his actions were, it seemed like he didn’t catch a wink.

"I sent her back to Martha. Get your stuff packed. The flight is in two hours." He stood up and walked past you to get to the room. He was different. There wasn’t a smile or a touch. He wasn’t even looking at you.

"Charles." You grabbed his arm.

"Don’t fucking touch me, Y/N." He yanked his arm away and headed back to the room.

That was all you heard him say before he went mute for the rest of the days. He didn’t touch any of your stuffs. You were left to pick up everything on your own. You weren’t spoil but for more than 5 years, he was the one to help you pack, unpack, keep everything in check. Now that you were suddenly forced to be on your own despite being in the same room with the love of your life, you weren’t prepared for it. You followed him like a lost puppy with your luggage to say goodbye to the rest of the group. The vacation was supposed to end in two days, so you were taken back when he requested that you pack your stuff but obeyed without further questions.

When you met the rest of the friends, they were looking sad because you had to cut the vacation short due to Charles’ sudden call for work, as mentioned by Gabriel. You had to play it off so they wouldn’t feel like some things were off because you had ruined Charles’ vacation; you surely didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s.

"Your hickeys are fresh! No wonder Charles was eager to go back early last night." Lizzy cracked a joke as she hugged you. Your hands went on your neck as you rested it there, feeling your heart beat faster. You had no recollections of last night other than opening the door to the creepy guy, and you woke up this morning completely nude. You wanted to tell Charles about what happened up until what you could remember, but he had been ignoring you. His gaze was cold, and it terrified you to say anything.

Your flight back felt like a going home from a solo trip. He didn’t say anything and you weren’t talking as well so it felt like living in a world where everything was quite and there was no sort communication. When you reached your apartment, Charles helped you bring the luggage all the way up.

But it was just yours.

His luggage was left in the car.

“Where—where are you going?” You called out, grabbing his hand as he tried to walk out after dropping the last baggage inside the house.

"I can’t stay here with you.”He tried to pull his hand away, but your grasp went tighter, as you felt the tightness in your throat.

"No, please don’t do this to me. Please don’t leave me alone. About last night, I—"

"I give no fuck about what happened last night, Y/N." Your body was jerked forward as he pulled his hand away. "I was never enough for you, was it?"

"No, you don’t get it! He tried to—"

"Explain the pictures! He bellowed, full of rage.

“What pictures are you talking about?” You brought your gaze up and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. "Charles, what pictures?"

He let out a chuckle and rolled his eyes. "No one’s going to believe this fucking act you got right here, Y/N. I am done with you.” He started walking to the elevator, leaving you to chase after him.

"Charles! No, please! Please don’t do this to me. What about us.."

"There is no us anymore, Y/N. You should have thought twice before bringing that guy to our bed. It was no wonder you were so eager to ask me to join them instead of accompanying you." He stepped inside the elevator and held down the close-door button, loathing to spend another second seeing your crying act.

"Please hear what I have to say! Charles!" You went down on your knees as the elevator closed. You stayed there, praying the door would open and he would come back, but he didn’t. "I can't—I can’t live without you.” You murmured, sitting on the cold ground for another minutes before picking yourself up as you trudged back to the apartment. The little stones and pebbles felt harsh against the soles of your feet when you didn’t even bother to put on any shoes when you chased after him earlier.

And that was the last time you ever saw him.

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Life was hard without Charles. He had always been the one who helped you with everything. It was as if you had to learn how to live all over again. A week after he left, you got a call this morning reminding you of your appointment. It was an appointment that Charles had made when you were in Greece last week, and he should have accompanied you.

You hadn’t stepped out of the apartment because something about going home to an empty house put you in a misery. You couldn’t even drive so you had to go on Internet to find out how to book a cab. You saw him in his black hoodie, black cap like the one he was wearing when he chased after you in the elevator weeks before. He was leaning against one of the lamp pole, eyes on the entrance of the apartment as if he was waiting for you. Before he could approach and get closer, you dashed to the cab that had been waiting for you from the booking you had set earlier.

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"How long have you been feeling sick?" Your GP, the lovely doctor that had been attending you and Charles for years asked and her gaze went on you. 

"A few weeks ago." You answered, fingers playing with your engagement ring. It was hard to make an eye contact with anyone because you felt horrible. You hadn’t stop crying to you eyes had been puffy for weeks. You had no energy left to put on any makeups so you just went with a tinted lip balm and a sunscreen. You hadn’t been talking to anyone that it felt like you could break down in tears if someone looked at you any longer than a minute.

"What about your period cycle?"

"I—" You pressed your lips into a thin line. You hadn’t been getting your period this month since last month but never bothered to think of anything because you had always had an irregular cycle. A skip for a month and two wasn’t really something that you were unfamiliar with.

Seeing how you were unable to answer the question, she gave a smile and asked the nurse to set up the machine. "How about we get you an ultrasound?”

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You had to lock yourself in one of the cubicles because you couldn’t hold your tears any longer. Back when you and Charles had a conversation about a family, you were actually 7 weeks pregnant.

It was always your dream to have a family with Charles, your dream man, but you never thought you would be walking out from the doctor’s room with a sonogram in hand without him.

You fished out your phone with your shaky hands and tried to call your fiancé, or ex-fiancé, hoping he would pick up this one call. If none of your phone calls were picked up since last week, please let him pick up just this one.

But you were only greeted with long beeps, like every other calls you had tried since he left.

"Charles, it’s me. Please, please call me back. I’m begging you. I have something to tell.” You pleaded, hoping he would listen to this voicemail as you hung up.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Public Relations [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is here Summary: A carefully planned PR appearance goes awry. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Asshole Loki! returns. Language. Smuttish. (w/c 2.1k) A/N: This is the Hostile F*cks Collection epilogue. I just really really wanted this. 🤣

The heat from the set lights was making you sweat. A live studio audience sat forward in their seats, hanging onto your every word. Onto Loki’s every word. So far he had been very well behaved, following Rogers detailed instructions to the letter. Polite. Friendly. Charming. Restrained. He had stuck to the script religiously. And that was what you were worried about.

“I gotta say when the press release came out it wasn’t a huge surprise – we all saw the infamous red carpet moment at Cannes huh?!” The man across his desk smarmed relentlessly with teeth an unnatural shade of white against his deep tan. He hadn't wasted time before referencing the time Loki had squeezed your ass in full view of a wall of paparazzi a few months prior. Your eyes darted to the god lounging beside you, totally at ease. He ran a hand though his hair, a soft smile and a chuckle playing feigned embarrassment to perfection. “You guys have such great chemistry - such a connection.” the sanctimonious asshat crooned, swivelling towards the audience who cheered in approval. News of your relationship had been officially announced earlier in the week – and it was time for the PR tour. The man swung back to face you both. “So tell me, has it always been that way?” The aching smile stretched on your face widened as you began to nod. “-Hardly.” Loki cut in. “She despised me. Couldn’t stand me. Always had a certain look in her eye like she wanted to hit me with a blunt object. It was quite hilarious.” You snapped towards the god, practised smile faltering as you threw him a death glare. “Oh, look! There it is now.” he quipped, relaxing back against the red armchair with fingertips crested together. Your hand flew to Loki’s knee amid a sea of giggles at your expense, digging in as you chuckled through gritted teeth. “He’s exaggerating.” you smiled. “Ohhh...I don’t think so.” the host drawled through a shit-eating grin, as a montage began to play on the screen to his side. Your stomach churned, watching a selection of newsreels and phone recordings from the early days of your dalliances. Endless clips of you rolling your eyes in Loki’s direction, your stare narrowed behind him as he charmed the press– and one particular damning shot of you staring shamelessly at his ass. The host cocked an eyebrow as you squirmed. Loki’s fingers intertwined with yours, lifting your death grip from his knee. He raised the back of your hand to his lips with a calculated kiss, shooting you a wink before lowering it back to his thigh. The crowd clapped and cooed. “It’s alright, darling Agent. We’re among friends. Isn’t that right?” The crowd clapped again, the cheers louder. God, he was insufferable when he was like this.

You cleared your throat, lowering your lashes and looking back at the host with devilish intent. Two could play at this game. “He made it his mission to be the biggest arsehole on the face of the planet.” you purred.

“-on most planets, actually. It’s a point of pride.” Loki interjected. The audience laughed. You shook your head with a puff. “No it was targeted” you snipped, not letting your gaze break from the host’s wide eyes as Loki huffed theatrically behind you. “He had all these...outfits. And the things he would say and the games, god it drove me mad.” “-yes, mad.” Loki smarmed playfully, placing his hands behind his head as he widened his legs against the arms of the chair. “Mad with lust, perhaps.” Your eyes flickered briefly to the audience, an elevated sea of faces turned in covert whispers and giggles to their companions. Desire was thick in the room, sexual energy pulsating in electric waves. A shared erotic experience that hung on Loki’s every movement. On his every syllable. “Tell us more about these outfits.” You looked back to the host with a coy smile. It was clear Loki was feigning some level of shyness by the coquettish squeaks rising from the crowd. Crossing your legs, you turned your body towards the desk. “Oh, well, it all started with a wetsuit…” A mass of voices ooo’ed. The collective mental imagery may as well have been projected on the wall. “A particularly slutty caftan, catholic priest vestments I’m sorry to say...and some extremely tight fencing pants among others.” you said, leaning your chin against your palm. “What in the world are fencing pants?” the interviewer gasped, before flashing the nearest camera a knowing grin. Christ, he was really laying it on thick. His eyebrows wriggled suggestively to the lens, as Loki straightened. The screaming was sudden and entirely predictable. You didn’t even have to look to know that your lover’s body was sizzling with seidr, green sparks rolling down his perfect form to reveal the aforementioned fencing pants. “Well heckers, as our mutual friend Captain Rogers would say.” The host fanned his face as he spoke while the audience lost their minds. And honestly, you couldn't blame them. With reluctance, you turned to face your lover, his thighs still sprawled wide in the chair. A long finger grazed his bottom lip, the rest curled covering a smile as he shot you a sultry wink. A pair of black fencing pants clung to his bulging muscles beneath the set lights, every dent and ripple highlighted in obscene definition. Loki’s thighs squeezed. God, they were so thick and delicious and perfect...it was all you could not to drool alongside the audience. He had forgone a shirt beneath the ensemble on this occasion, because of course he had. Thick straps were set tight like liquorice against luminously fair skin. He was wearing the socks though, you noticed. He loved those slutty socks. Chiselled abs tightened as he straightened again, rolling his shoulders back while the crowd continued to bay. This might not have been quite the PR event Rogers had in mind but you had to give it to Loki, he knew his fans. “For posterity, they are a type of training attire for the sword arts which I have grown rather fond of in your realm.” Loki drawled, sweeping his hair to expose that devastating profile to the onlookers. “Simultaneously form fitting and with enough elasticity to accommodate lunges and...other things.” He looked to you with an unmistakeable hunger which made your stomach flip. The host cleared his throat, a disappointed hum from the audience vibrating as Loki’s magic shimmered, transforming him back into his Saville Row suit. “Well frankly I can see why she never stood a chance.” the man behind the desk muttered slyly. You could feel your cheeks heating again.

“I will admit it was rather difficult to have her confess her inevitable feelings for me-” “Excuse me, I was difficult?” you gasped. “Well...yes.” Loki laughed, bringing a foot to rest on his knee. “You’re the one that won’t use my actual name in public.” you scoffed. The host leant forward, relishing the brewing tiff. “Ah, I was going to ask about that – it’s always ‘Agent’ this and ‘Agent’ that, what gives Mr Laufeyson?” You rolled your eyes, as Loki cast a coy glance in your direction. “Well to be frank...I do it to annoy her.” he admitted, a smile making his dimples flash. You nodded in confirmation towards the grinning audience. “But if she’s honest with herself, she loves it.” Loki inspected his nails before impaling you with another stare that made your breath hitch. “She finds it arousing. Don’t you...Agent?” he smirked. You brought your hands up in surrender as the crowd cheered, loving every toe-curling second of this ridiculous late-night shitstorm. “I think what Loki is trying to say, is that we’re like any other couple, really-” “-we’re not.” Loki interjected with an incredulous snort. “-and we have our...disagreements and quirks and suchlike, but you know...we love each other so -it works.” you continued un-phased, smiling sweetly to the host. His smug, botoxed grin made you want to punch him in the face. Landing this interview might even get him an Emmy. He tilted his head, a set of troubling sincerity descending on his features. “I have to ask though, what’s it like knowing that your relationship has a shelf life. Not to be indelicate but there’s an elephant in the room here with the god-normie lifespan situation.” You sucked your lips between your teeth, biting back the words that Steve would most definitely have an issue with – even past the watershed. The gentle sound of Loki’s mischievous laughter cut through the red haze swirling behind your eyes. You could tell he was shaking his head in the way that only he did when he knew he had the upper hand. You weren't sure which was worse. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, it is rather a hard concept to get your naïve mind around – but there is a simple solution.” he said. You suddenly felt Loki’s fingers slide around your waist, the firm pressure of the tips digging into your side centring you while you took a breath. “Oh?” the host goaded. “Care to share this simple solution?” There was silence from the audience as they hung on Loki’s imminent explanation. You looked away from the fool holding the cards to your infuriating lover, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he gazed into your eyes. As though you were the only people in existence. “She could marry me.” The crowd screamed. You blinked several times as the room turned to a ball of white noise. Loki's longing stare broke, snapping towards the audience with a dazzling smile. He patted down the enthusiasm with one ceremonial hand.

“In the event of such a union on Asgard and by tradition, my beloved Agent here would become a demi-goddess in her own right, with the life-span to match.” he grinned towards the host, while you continued to stare at him open-mouthed. “I take it from the look on her face that this is new information for her?” the host laughed. Loki hummed mysteriously, reclining back against the seat. “Yes, well – whenever I try to convince her of such a thing– we never quite make it as far as the details. If you catch my drift.”

“You’ve asked before? And she’s turned you down?” The interviewer gasped at the implication of the world’s most eligible figure being knocked back. Your heart thundered. “Now hold on-” you spluttered, switching between the men trying to outdo each other in being the most insufferable. “First off...he’s the god of mischief and it’s very difficult to take anything he says seriously and second-” “-My darling here would doubtless become the goddess of overthinking and inciting exasperation.” Loki chuckled, patting your leg. You grimaced, a wordless warning passing from your eyes to his. Loki cleared his throat, sensing danger. “But that is a conversation for another time.”

The next five minutes passed in an inane blur of scripted pleasantries. By the time you reached the green room, your fury had reached boiling point. “What the fuck was that, Loki?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice down. The crowd was still clapping while they tried to clear the set for the next guests. Even Rogers couldn’t argue with the buzz this would generate. Loki meandered over to the drinks trolley, inspecting a bottle of scotch. “You know very well what I want, my love. It seemed like the perfect time to let me finish the sentence without one of your well-timed sexual ambushes.” he purred, raising an eyebrow. Without another word, you strode over; pulling him into a hungry kiss. It was a messy clash of teeth and tongue, simmering anger and desire over-spilling in breathy moans as you pushed him back against the rattling drinks trolley. Loki grunted, hoisting your legs possessively around his hips one after another. He manoeuvring you easily against the opposing wall, colliding against the forest green plaster with a soft thump. The root of his solid cock pressed furiously against your stomach, stretching achingly against the trousers. “Marry me.” he growled, dark embers of his voice seeping into the crevices of your soul like smoke. His chin was tilted down, only a sliver of iris visible at the edge of his pupils beneath a fan of dark lashes. Loki’s jawline was set, bladed cheekbones taut as the muscle in his cheek twitched. The tell of all-consuming desire that he held only for you. “Why? So you can irritate me for all eternity?” you panted, feeling Loki’s fingers pull at the band of your flimsy underwear. He scoffed before you heard a rip. “Hardly eternity darling. Only several millennia or so.” You pulled his tie towards you in a fist, the aching pressure of his kiss filling you with everything you ever needed. Would any amount of time be enough? You weren't sure. His fingertips ran over your temples, carding through your hair with fervent urgency as you melted into him. The two of you broke apart with a gasp. Loki’s forehead pressed to yours, the dark curls hanging by your cheeks buffeted by shallow breaths. One of his palms spread against the wall behind you, fingers curling down the plaster. “Marry me.” he repeated solemnly. The words trembled with a rare sincerity.

“I hate you, Loki Laufeyson.” you murmured, grazing the loaded words lovingly against his chin. You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, a hiss of desire from his throat making you buck against his hips. “I love you too...Agent.” he purred darkly, sealing your unspoken answer with a kiss.

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[pristine-rose]

In your ocean

[ part one ] . part two (tba)

⊹ characters : signora, ningguang, beidou (separate) [childe kind of joins in during signora’s part]

⊹ synopsis : pool parties are a little boring, don’t you think?

⊹ warnings : NSFW, modern au, public sex, alcohol usage (beidou, ning), waterproof vibrator (signora), “act natural,” beidou’s is probably more considered smut than the other two

⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), no y/n usage, not beta or proofread, this is my comeback era guys

⊹ LA SIGNORA

“What a prima donna,” Kuni scoffed, sinking his body into the pool with you.

Rolling his eyes, he said, “What’s the point of her being here without getting in the water? Glad you’re here, though,” he muttered to you. “How did you get her to come, anyways? Girlfriend privileges?”

Bzzzzzt.

“Ah...” You sheepishly brushed through your hair, legs trembling from under the water. “I guess you can say that.” You felt Rosalyne’s gaze pierce you from her seat afar — even through her signature shades she wore even in this nighttime setting, the feeling of her stare was not unknown to you across the pool. So unsettling. Your legs rubbed against each other underwater, feeling the hard end of the vibrator she placed inside your swim shorts.

Kuni seemed to shrug and believe it. If only he knew the idea of entertainment from watching you uncomfortably swim and squirm tonight was the only reason she came in the first place.

And if only you knew when she’d turn it off.

The toy was also uncomfortable on its own. It felt hard inside of you; and you had to wear loose swim shorts just to divert attention away from the outside curve that rests atop your lips and on your clit. The controller was on her phone, which she was tapping away at now — perhaps your eyes were trained a little too hard on it.

You were so tense, thanking god it wasn’t loud under there or making bubbles. The vibrations were still so strong and the water of the pool felt so cold down there — water swishing about inside your shorts as the vibrator was whirling right between your legs. And, too, all the while Kuni was pressed up right against your side with his arm around your shoulders. “So how’ve you been? You haven’t hung out with us in a while because of a certain someone.”

At that, he turned his head to glare at your girlfriend sitting on the sidelines. She was looking, too. But the fixed look of annoyance on her face was directed at you — perhaps this was punishment for letting someone even just touch you in a friendly way; A reminder that she can still make you feel this way without even being near you. If only it was her fingers. Kuni leaned his head onto your shoulder, and groaned. “I’ve been okay,” you gulped. Fuck, your voice came out so shaky. If you weren’t in water, you were certain your legs would’ve collapsed by now. “Just… Just unnerved with her eyes on me, that’s all. Where’s Ajax?”

You winced. The inside part began to slightly compress and pump as well.

Kuni pointed towards the backyard door behind Rosalyne where the ginger stood with a platter. “Over there, bringing in snacks from the house.” He shifted his head to look up at you from your shoulder, his face a little too close to your neck for Rosalyne’s liking as he asked, “Is the water too cold? You’re kinda shaking so we can ask him to turn on the pool heater, maybe.”

Ajax stroked up conversation with Rosalyne; you couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he was peering at her phone. An excited gasp from him, a smirk from her. She let him tap on the screen, and suddenly both their eyes were on you.

“Ah, no I’m fine.” Immediately you grabbed on to his arm for support as the vibrator increased in power — perhaps she was annoyed with you, or perhaps she was having her fun now. But that smirk look she held from afar was not one you could fully decipher, and Ajax’s grin of mischief only added to your misery. You sent them both a flustered glare, your core feeling very warm down there and your legs beginning to shake. “Can we just… sit by the steps for now?” you almost whined. “I think I have a stomach cramp.”

“Oh. Sure, sure.”

“Actually, Kuni!” Ajax waved at him. The both of you were still in the middle of the pool when the ginger walked up to you — and there you saw Rosalyne’s phone in his hands. He slid something on the screen, causing the vibrations to lessen and give you a moment to finally breathe. “Can you help me with something inside real quick? I’ll get you a towel.” His signature goofy grin was on his face, and luckily for him, Kuni was not immune to its effects. But you knew what was happening, you would be left alone.

It was torture when they both walked off, Rosalyne’s phone still in Ajax’s hand as he turned the slider up and up until it was at max, and then he closed the door. You let out an immediate whine, hand flying to cover the sounds from your mouth as the taste of the chlorine hit your tongue.

You felt her body by your side in the pool without expecting it, and her hand immediately dived underwater where the toy was roaring. “I’m letting him play with this thing for now,” she whispered in your ear. “Since he was kind enough to allow it.” You internally cursed the both of them.

“But you’re probably dying here for something more than plastic, aren’t you now?” she slightly laughed at you. How cruel… Rosalyne’s warm hands slid so easily up your body to cup your breasts. “Then I’ll give it to you now, but you have to finish quick so you can hold off this toy for the rest of the night, okay?”

⊹ NINGGUANG

“What kind of wine is this?”

She held the neck of the wine glass between her fingertips, swirling its remaining contents in a circular motion. The Tianqian eyed it so fondly, never once casting so much as a glance to you.

“Moscato.”

“It’s sweet,” she remarked so simply. “I like it.”

Her back held a slight arch as she spoke to you — such eye candy in your position as her escort tonight. She curved so nicely for someone who was just standing there in the water, right in the glowing gold pools at the bottom of the Jade Chamber.

You were seated at the edge of the pool with your legs in the water right in front of her. The way she leaned forward on her arms against your lap at the edge of the pool was rather seductive, though you weren’t certain if seducing was even a goal of someone like herself. But to have this woman between your legs — even with the way her teeth occasionally nipped at your thighs or at the thin swim fabric she picked out for you.

“Did you want another one?” you asked her from above. “The alcohol percentage is quite low.”

The guests wouldn’t arrive for another few minutes; A few servers were frantically running around to get things set. And yet, when she finally looked up at you, she smirked with that same glint in her eyes as the edge of the wine glass she began to lift. Pressed right against your lips, you sipped. You didn’t even know drinking and enjoying before guest arrival was allowed.

“You can have the rest,” she states, lowering her head. “I think I’ll treat myself, for now.” Ningguang bites at your fabric, and you spread your legs out of habit of not wanting to ruin her hair.

When she pulls your swimwear aside, she smells of chlorine, glaze lilies, and wine as she dives right into you. Her tongue is immediately relentless when it swirls between your lips, right below your clit. The wine is sweet in your mouth, but she drinks you in more hungrily when she sucks at your little nub between your legs despite the people rushing in and out of the room on the other side.

You’re covered, she’s covered — but the indecency of your position was telling enough. And the way she bent her body to reach your core was so erotic in a way that she was clearly trying to catch your eye.

Her hands snaked upwards to hold you right under your rib cage, lifting and pulling your body closer to her mouth. She buried her face until your ass was halfway sliding off the edge, and yet she just kept going. Your whines grew louder with each lick on your poor nub, and then she suddenly pushed you back to lean on your arms.

“Don’t make a mess, now,” she scolds when you drop the wine glass, the liquid spilling right down your pelvis to where she is drinking you up. The taste of moscato and your own essence was lapped up instantly by her tongue, making you squirm in a way your legs were almost thrashing in the water.

You felt vibrations when she suddenly hummed into your pussy, and it was only then did you find her other hand was dipped below to finger herself at the same time.

“My lady,” you whined between your fingers over your mouth. “The guests are arriving shortly.”

“Are you saying I’m slow?” She sounded insulted as she pinched your thigh. “I’ll finish you up, I wouldn’t let any others see you the way only I can.”

She moved her head up to rub your clit lightly between her teeth, making you practically squeal so high as two of her wet fingers slid into you. You were already dripping from your own juices and her saliva combined; you wondered if any of it has dropped into the pool yet. They entered and thrusted so easily yet filled you up so nicely at the same time. Her mouth on your clit, fingers in your cunt, head between your thighs, you felt the high of her expensive scent hit you all at once.

And by the time you were cumming in her mouth, your body was pulled into the pool at the sound of elites walking into this distinguished party.

⊹ BEIDOU

Perhaps she had drank a little too much.

“Psssh I know what I’m doing!” she waved off. You didn’t doubt her, but you were also embarrassed.

You were always her crew’s little token server woman whenever they drank and swam at this pool. They paid more tip the skimpier swimsuits you wore, the sluttier you’d act when you brought out their drinks. They’d holler, they’d touch, they’d stare.

Even Beidou, actually. Her legs were already spread when she sat like the men around her. She was the king of them all, and her crew had to accept that she was the only lap you were allowed to sit on.

And now was just one of those nights, bottom half of your body in the water with your hot pink frilly underwear shoved to the side — Beidou’s bulky red strap sliding in and out of you underwater. “Oooh, what a nice arch she has,” one crew mate said, tracing at your back muscles as Beidou sat back on the pool steps. You were making a mess out of yourself, crying little tears down your foundation-patted cheeks as you bounced your ass up and down. Her rough hands were on your waist, doing all the work for you.

Her small bottle of beer was right between your breasts being held up by your swim bra, though it was clearly going to spill or slip out if she continued letting you bounce like this.

The other men watched with keen and amused eyes, some jacking off and climaxing into the pool and some even near you, but only Beidou was allowed to be the one pleasuring you. She reached for your breasts and grabbed the bottle, taking another swig and putting it back, but not before giving your boobs a hard grab and squeeze first.

The water constantly splashed around you, making you cry out every time it felt like you were falling.

“Hey, hey captn’!” called a sailor, “can’t see much back here, y’know?”

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that man!” she laughed. “Lemme help fix that for ya’!” Reaching for your waist, she pulled you forward until your head hit her shoulder, forcing you to bend your back and jut out your ass for the rest of the pool to see. Immediately there was whistling; and immediately, too, she began to thrust upwards for all to see. She even moved upwards to the first step of the pool, practically making you fall down right onto her visible cock.

“Beidou, I—” she slapped at your trembling ass when she heard you speak. “—I need to… to do my job,” she hushed you.

“Settle down, girl,” she smirked. “Your job is to serve us and I think you’re putting on a good show, don’t you think?” The captain moved her calloused thumb down your back until it reached the hem of you bathing underwear. She pulled at the middle fabric again, making sure it wrapped around your left asscheek so nicely on your curve to give view to the way your sopping cunt took her strap.

Some man’s cum shot from the side, some of it splashing on your face and some on Beidou’s stomach. You yourself were already cumming again and again on the strap, drenching it in balls of white slick pouring down that looked deliciously glazed in your cum. You released another climax for everyone to hear, and Beidou tapped your ass a few times to get your attention.

“I think the boys want one more round, though,” she smiled at you. “Think you can do it? I know you can.”

Before you could answer, you felt your entire body lifted right out of the water and placed on to the edge. With your legs already spread she dived right into lick at your core, throwing her strap somewhere in the pool for another man to lap at. Your poor, abused slit was getting swirled at by her tongue even more, and you weren’t sure how much you could handle of this.

She smirked up at you, ready to be the one to taste you for the rest of the night.

[writingrock]

scaredy cat who?

pairing: denki kaminari x reader (gender neutral) summary: denki is secretly scared of horror movies but he wants to prove that he isn't a wimp to you.

notes: fluff, agedup! college Denki, just some sugary sweetness

word count: 1.5k

a/n: I think Denki is adorable, I can't think of anything angsty or sad for this man. He's just wholesome in my eyes.

Denki’s a scaredy cat but he’d never admit that. Especially not to you. In the dead of night, when nature calls, he bolts to the bathroom and back, desperate to avoid lingering in the dark for too long. He runs for it like he’s about to die if he stays any longer in the dark. He’s fallen victim to weak scares like sudden door slams or someone scaring him from around the corner. But in front of you, he puts on a brave face. Masking his nerves to act strong for you.

But oh, he regrets this so much. Denki squirms in his seat, replaying the events that led to this situation. A competition to see who’s the bigger scaredy cat– you or him. Whoever screams first is the bigger scaredy cat. You were often teased by the friend group for having a low tolerance to horror. So it naturally came up in conversation. Now that he’s waiting for you with the horror movie in hand, he deeply regrets agreeing to this. Whose bright idea was it to test their bravery with a horror movie?

It was his own idea. Mina can confirm.

Sometimes he wishes that he shut up more. Maybe then he wouldn’t have gotten himself into this predicament. Although, it’s because of the silly challenge that lands him the opportunity to be alone and next to you in his room. As nerve-wracking as it is, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

He prepared extensively for the movie night in his dorm. Buzzing excitedly as he cleaned his space up to be presentable. Tonight was special— you, the one he’d been nervously thinking about for, was coming over for a movie night. A horror movie night which he’ll hate but you would be there. So it’s a win for him. He started by clearing the clutter from his desk, shoving textbooks and notes into a drawer with a clumsy motion. Books and papers tumbled over each other, but he didn’t care. He had to make space for the snacks and drinks he’d bought earlier that day.

Denki tackled the couch next, smoothing out the cushions and rearranging the throw blanket he’d borrowed from his Kirishima. He fluffed the pillows and placed them neatly, creating an inviting nook perfect for two. Next, he set up the projector on the opposite side of the room, fiddling with cables and adjusting the focus. The screen, a crisp white sheet hung from the ceiling, was ready for movie magic. Denki hoped it would look impressive enough to distract from his clumsy attempts at setting up.

He arranged popcorn into colourful bowls and set out a variety of drinks—sodas, juices, and some water. Denki took a step back to admire his work, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Glancing around to check for any last-minute adjustments. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of nervousness. A knock at the door startles him. The horror movie hasn’t begun and he’s already jumped.

“Denks!” Denki’s heart races at the sound of your voice. It’s you at the door. A grin spreads across his face. He flings the door open with the enthusiasm of a kid who’d just won the lottery.

“Hey there!” His voice carrying a note of casual excitement. “Welcome to my humble lair. Ready to get spooked?” Denki steps aside, dramatically gesturing for them to enter.

Amused by his theatrics, you laugh softly as you step into his room, your eyes immediately taking in the scene. The room has a certain charm to it, though you can tell he was in a bit of a rush tidying up. A few things are still strewn about, but you don’t mind—in fact, you love it. The imperfect, lived-in feel makes the space all the more endearing. “I think the only thing scarier than the movie would be your decor.” you tease, a playful smile on your lips.

“I was going for a ‘charming disaster’ look.”Denki’s eyes sparkled with playful mischief.

“I think it just adds character.” You laughed, glancing around at the scattered video game controllers and half-finished homework.

The two of you flopped onto the couch, sinking into the cushions with a contented sigh. A thick, knitted blanket is draped across the back of the couch, while another, softer one covers your legs as you settle into the cushions. You nestled beside him, your shoulders brushing gently against his, the subtle contact warm and comforting. The room was bathed in the soft, comforting glow of the screen as the two of you settled in for what he hoped would be a not-so-scary movie. He figured he could play it cool during the movie. Pretend to be unfazed like those cool guys most girls liked. Wrap an arm around you and smoothly pull you into a cuddle. Denki could definitely play it cool. Girls liked that.. right?

As the opening credits rolled, Denki glanced sideways at you, a warm feeling settling in his chest. He wondered if this night could be potentially more than some scares. Maybe it could ignite something more between the two of you. Denki got nervous, he didn’t want to mess this night up. God forbid if he freaked out and gave you an ick. He shudders at the thought.

The film had been playing with predictable calm, a gentle stream of dialogue and mundane scenes that lulled him into a false sense of security. Maybe this wasn’t going to be scary. Whilst the movie played, Denki couldn’t help but occasionally take glances at you, admiring your features highlighted by the gleam of the television. Keeping it to a minimum so you wouldn’t notice.

Suddenly, the scene shifts, and without warning, a terrifying figure lunges at the camera with a screech. The jumpscare hits you both at the same time, your hearts leaping into your throats. You let out a startled gasp, your body instinctively jerking in surprise. Beside you, Denki jumps too, his wide eyes matching your own as the shock of the moment ripples through you both.

In the split second after the scare, you find yourselves huddled even closer together, as if seeking refuge from the on-screen terror. Denki’s hand brushes against yours, a brief, fleeting touch that sends a different kind of shiver down your spine. For a moment, you’re caught between the lingering fear of the movie and the warmth of his presence beside you. So much for playing it cool.

He catches your eye, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he tries to play off his own fear. "I wasn’t scared at all," he attempts a brave facade but his voice is slightly shaky. You can’t help but laugh at his attempt. Did he think that would work? Denki knows it’s a flimsy cover, and embarrassment floods him. He just freaked out like a total wimp in front of you—his crush. The thought makes him want to melt into the couch and disappear, his cheeks flushing as he desperately wishes he could hide away from the moment.

“Argh.. I’m sorry,” he admits with a sheepish smile, insecurity lurking beneath his tone. “I get scared easily.” Anxiety gnaws at him as he wonders if you’ll see him differently now. Did he just ruin his chances with you? God, he hopes not. His heart pounds against his chest as he anxiously waits for your response, dread creeping in as he wonders if he’s just messed everything up.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you meet his gaze. Was he always this endearing? You hadn’t expected him to feel insecure over something so charming. It would take a lot more for you to dismiss your crush on him. Not that he knew you had a crush on him.

“Oh Denki,” you say gently, amusement lacing your tone. “We can be scaredy cats together.” The shared fright easing into something lighter, more comforting. The movie may have scared you, but the closeness you feel now, huddled together on the couch, is far from frightening. “Now c’mere.” you add, pulling him into a warm cuddle, making the prospect of watching the horror movie much more bearable. His heart rate sped up at the sudden embrace. Mission failed successfully?

You’re curled up together, bodies entwined beneath the blanket, sharing warmth and comfort as you settle in for the movie. The flatscreen flickers to life, casting eerie shadows across the room as the horror movie continues. The sound of suspenseful music fills the space, the tension building with every scene, but the fear feels distant, held at bay by the reassuring presence of the person beside you.

Your heads are close, almost touching, and you can feel the rise and fall of each other’s breaths, steady and calming despite the occasional jolt of a jump scare. Every now and then, Denki tightens his hold, seeking a little more security in your embrace. The flickering light from the TV dances on your faces, highlighting the small, shared smiles, the stolen glances, the comfort found in simply being together.

In this room, in this moment, the world outside doesn’t exist. There’s only the two of you, the thrill of the movie, and the cosy cocoon you’ve created. It’s the perfect blend of suspense and safety, where every scare is softened by the warmth of your connection.

“AaaAhhG! What the hell was that?!”

a/n: hope you enjoyed this small fic. Can you guess which horror movie I had in mind for this fic??

border credits: @enchanthings & @adornedwithlight

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