#i will never shut about this he is DISTURBED and DISGUSTING

[grimalkinmessor]

No because I'm still not over this hE WAS SO SICK FOR THIS

[heart-eyed-love]

Grouch

Summary | You’re not the most pleasant person to wake up, so Eddie decides to stick it out in Gareth’s basement.

Contains | Fem!Reader, Friends-to-Lovers (eventually), Cursing…

Pairing | BestFriend!Eddie x BestFriend!Reader

Word Count | 1.3k

An | I haven’t written in a while, I’ve had no motivation, so I’m so sorry this sucks😭 Hopefully I’ll be able to get something better out soon!!

“So… Who’s gonna wake her up?” Jeff asks.

All the boys stare at you from your spot on the couch. Face smooshed against the small pillow you used to cushion your head. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but whatever movie Gareth had chosen for that night had you passed out 30 minutes in.

“I mean, obviously Eddie, right?” Grant says, brow raised as he looks over at him, smirking as Eddie looked back at him with squinted eyes.

Yes. Eddie knew that was probably his responsibility right now, he had driven you over and he was supposed to drive you back to your trailer.

“Well, me and Jeff gotta go, so… have fun waking up, the princess…” He teases as he pats Eddie’s shoulder and he and Jeff make their way to Gareths front door.

Eddie actually preferred nights when the movie hangouts were held over at anyone else’s house. The other boys enjoyed them more at his trailer, no adults to interrupt and basically free rein. Which is why Eddie dreaded having them at his place, it’s not that he didn’t like his friends he just didn’t like having a hoard of teenage boys loose around his safe space.

You were a completely different story though. Movies night with you at his trailer were probably his favorite, but he’s not about to admit that to you.

And when you would conk out at his place he’d just let you sleep. It has come very apparent to everyone in the group that waking you up was not for the weak.

You were definitely snippy to say the least, you weren’t too fond of the way you acted after being woken up either. Probably something you should work on, but that’s beside the point.

Eddie and Gareth are left with you, and Gareth chuckles lightly at the small dribble of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. He won’t lie, he thinks you're cute, but he has to keep his staring to a minimum cause the few times Eddie had caught him staring at you the look he shot him was nothing short of scary.

“Well, Go ahead.” Gareth says with an all too cocky smirk.

“Can we just crash here? I mean, she looks kinda peaceful… we wouldn’t want to disturb that…”

“Pussy.” Gareth says with a chuckle but immediately shut up as he sees the look in Eddie’s eyes.

Jeez. There it is again. Gareth will never know how he can hold so much power with just one look. But it has him muttering a quiet ‘sorry’.

“Yeah, you can crash here, I’ll bring some pillows and blankets down…” And he’s already quick on his feet to head upstairs. Eddie rolls his eyes and huffs as he takes in seat on the floor next to where you legs are set. He leans his head back on the couch and looks up at you.

He immediately clocks the dampened spot on the pillow, right by where your mouth laid. He chuckles slightly at the sight.

Of course you’re a drooler. And of course this is the one time he doesn’t find it disgusting. He rolls his eyes again, and looks forward. Letting out a sigh feeling slightly annoyed with himself. He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it though, thankfully, cause Gareth is coming back down stairs with pillows and blankets.

He stands to help, grabbing some of the pile off of him, dropping a pillow and blankets down to the floor for himself and then taking the rest.

“Are you actually scared to wake her?” Gareth asks, his tone is still slightly playful. Eddie does find himself impressed sometimes by how persistently annoying Gareth can be without giving up, but not right now.

Eddie stares at Gareth blankly for a second before letting out a sigh, “Only like a tiny bit.” He tries to defend but Gareth still chuckles lightly.

“Well, you know where everything is so… I’ll leave you to it. Night.” He says as he begins making his way back up the stairs to his room.

Turning his gaze back to you, Eddie moves himself closer to you, and as carefully as he can he lifts your legs from the floor onto the couch. You grumble quietly but never fully wake up. He grabs one of the blankets for you and lazily throws it on to you. He watches how it lands imperfectly.

And for what feels like the umpteenth time that night he rolls his eyes before what seems to be an attempt to tuck you in. He doesn’t understand how you have the powers to pull him to do such things but you do.

Once you’re more efficiently covered he plops himself down to the floor, adjust his pillow and throws the blanket over himself. He feels exhausted for some reason. Mostly likely from Gareth's shitty movie choice, and it has him ready to pass out.

And fortunately it doesn’t take him long.

But not too long after you find yourself waking up, eyes heavy as they let themselves slightly open. The rooms dark as you take it in and it clicks that this is not your room.

You sit up in a panic. Shit did Eddie really leave you here?!

“Fuck!” You whispered panicked as you swing your legs over the edge of the couch and your feet crush down onto something soft. You fall back down to the couch as whatever you just stepped on lets out a loud groan and your eyes widen.

“Shit! Fuck! I’m sorry, I uh- I thought you left…” You look down at him guiltily, “I’m sorry…”

Eddie lets out an exhausted sigh as he runs his hands down his face and sleepily says, “I wouldn’t just leave you here, Y/n.” His tone is slightly annoyed and you can’t blame him, waking up to a foot in the gut is not the best, and somehow he’s still being nicer than you would have been. 10x times nicer.

“No?” You ask quietly as you lay yourself back down onto your pillow, continuing to stare at him from over the edge.

Looks over to you and grumbles out “No…” And he lets his eyes close again, but they quickly snap open at the feeling of your hand on his stomach, right where you stepped.

You give it a small rub before saying, “Again, I’m really sorry…” You pull your hand away but he can still feel a sort of tingling in his stomach where you laid your hand on him, overpowering the painful foot to the gut feeling present before.

“It’s fine…” he whispers.

“Can we- can we go home? I really, really don’t want to sit and eat breakfast with Gareth's dad again…” He chuckles tired at that. Every time they’ve all spent the night there, they had to deal with whatever bullshit Gareth’s dad was talking about way too fucking early, so he’s all for leaving.

“Yeah, c’mon…” grunts slightly as he rises from his spot on the floor. He throws his pillow and blanket onto the couch by yours and you both quietly slip out of the house and make your way to his van.

The drive back to the trailer park was quiet, you both were too tired for conversation, but once you arrived home and he parked in front of your trailer you hopped out and walked to his side of the van. He quickly rolled the window down as you walked closer.

“You don’t need to be scared to wake me up, Eddie…” you smirk at him, and he’s narrowing his eyes.

“I’m not scared.” He groans out.

“Right…” You’re smiling as you pat his shoulder and begin walking up the stairs to your door, you turn and say, “I promise I’ll try and be less of a pain in the ass about it…” And then you walk inside. He smiles and puts the van into drive and he makes his way over to the trailer across from yours.

He passes out the second his head hits his pillow. But he’s definitely gonna hold you to that promise.

[emmyrosee]

The “would you kiss me for $10 or the prettiest girl on the world for $1000?” trend with modern au bf sukuna 👀👀

dummy 🙄 sukuna???

SENT If you send me some fuck shit, hand to god

dummy 🙄 would you kiss me for $10

or kiss the prettiest girl ever for $1000???

SENT Depends on who the competition is

There's three dots that indicate you're typing, then they disappear. They reappear, and he chuckles as he imagines you, fighting for the words to come to your mind as he effortlessly, works your buttons. The dots disappear again, and this time, they stay gone. He quirks a brow at the lack of angry texts from you, only to then groan at the idea that this time, he's taken it too far, his jokes have gotten him nowhere, and he takes a deep breath in to keep himself cool in the dairy aisle at the convenience store.

SENT It was a joke, brat

I'd never want to kiss anyone else

Not when I get to kiss you for free, any time I want, you know that, right?

You merely put your phone on Do Not Disturb. He takes another deep breath in as he digs himself deeper into the hole of your wrath, and he quickly makes his way to the snack aisle, grabbing your favorite chips and heading straight for the candy aisle for an extra boost. By the time he's done, it looks like he's throwing a damn birthday party, but he can't bring himself to care. Not when you're at home, pouting over him.

By the time he gets home, you still haven't answered him. He braces himself for your silence as he unlocks the door and nudges it open with his knee. To his surprise, you're in the kitchen making tea, but there's a blanket covering your body with only your face peeking out.

"You look comfy," he hums, and you sneak a hand out of your cocoon to grab your mug of tea.

"Well since I'm so hideous and disgusting that even my own boyfriend doesn't want to kiss me, I've decided to become a recluse," you hiss, making your way back down the hall. "Don't follow me."

"You know I'm going to follow you," he scoffs, instantly following you down the hall into your shared bedroom. There's a blue light cascading over the walls from the tv, and the curtains are drawn shut. You put the tea on your side table and scuttle back into bed. He rolls his eyes and walks his way on your side of the bed. "Let me kiss you."

"Let me give you $10."

"I'm not taking $10-"

"Well someone has to," you snap. "At least, until you find someone just soooo much prettier than me, then you get even more money to kiss me with. Doesn't that sound like a good plan?"

"Babe, it was a joke-"

"And I'm not laughing."

He snarls his lip slightly before scooping his arms under you, hauling you up and onto his lap and ignoring your shoves and batting of hands. He wastes no time is pressing wet kisses to your cheeks and neck, relishing in how your body shakes trying to hold in your laughter.

“Don’t you ever-�� he kisses your temple firmly. “Deprive me-“ kissing your jawline. “Of your kisses.” His lips press to the corner of your mouth, and the hand not cradling your body comes up to grip your chin to hold you steady. “Brat.”

“Don’t tell me I’m not pretty then!” You whine.

“Of course you’re pretty,” he scoffs, pressing another kiss to your face. “I never said that. I would never say that. You’re the fucking prettiest. You’re mine. Of course you’re the prettiest.”

You go quiet, and he thinks you’re about to get mad at him again; however, you turn to rest your head on his shoulder, pressing a tiny kiss to his neck.

“Say more stuff like that,” you murmur.

He smirks, “there is no girl prettier than you. Trust me.” He turns his head to kiss your other cheek, squishing you slightly in the process. “Ive seen it all, baby. You’re the one. And even if someone tries to give me money to kiss you, I don’t fucking want it-“ he kisses you again. “Because I get to do it for free. And that shit’s priceless.”

“Softie,” you snort. He groans and turns his head to bite your cheek firmly, but his heart speeds up at the way you kick your feet out and flail them in protest. “Oww! I’m sorry, don’t bite!”

“I’m not a child nor a dog, woman,” he grumbles, but he does release your cheek and press a kiss to your brow bone in compensation. “No matter how you see me, anyways.”

“My feral little doggy,” you prod.

He yaks, but can’t help the smirk that curls on his cheeks from your laughter.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Take it off

pairing: stripper!felix x afab!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.9k

warnings: sub!felix, grinding, humping, fingering (m receiving), handjob, nipple play, edging, oral (f receiving), spanking, degradation for a sec, felix is called slut once, dacryphilia (lmk if i missed something), reader is older than felix

a/n: i'm writing a longer seungmin fic but felix just had to be a slut so this happened

~check out: Masterlist

This isn't your regular weekend night, where you curl up with a book and a blanket, some quiet music playing in the background.

No, your perfect peace was shattered as your friends begged, no made you finally go out to a club with them, going as far as also making you put on a short tight dress and heels.

You feel ridiculous, being almost in your 30s, too old to party like some horny teenager but your friends were adamant that you need to get out of your house and stop decomposing.

You wanted to argue but they shut down any excuse you had and you whined dramatically the whole ride to the club about a 'ruined weekend' and 'disturbed peace'.

When you finally walked inside the club, and saw how fancy it was and all the half naked men walking around, only then you realized what kind of club it was.

"Y'all. This is a strip club?"- your mouth fell open as one of the men walked by and threw you a wink.

"Yes. And they also provide some more intimate services."- one of your friends wiggles their eyebrows.

You groan loudly as they take you to a booth they reserved for the four of you.

"I can't believe you tricked me! I don't want some weird oiled up man to grind on me!"- you whine, your face scrunched up in disgust, making your friends laugh.

"Look around, y/n. These men are beyond beautiful. And everything is done with consent. Like we've been here multiple times and we always had a great time. You'll love it, I'm sure."

You sigh as your friend keeps trying to convince you that tonight will somehow change your life.

Some music starts playing which makes everyone cheer and scream, all eyes turned towards the stage.

"It's him!"- one of your friend giggles.

"Who?"- you ask curiously, wondering what's got all these people in a hold.

"The star of the show, Felix. He's like the prettiest man ever."- your friend swoons and you scoff.

How pretty can he be to put the whole room in a trance even before he steps out on stage?

You get your answer as soon as finally emerges from behind the curtain, your mouth falls open in shock, your eyes wide as you stare at the man smirking and walking sensually to the music.

You've never seen someone who looks so angelic, moving so sinfully at the same time, his body supple, every single movement purposeful as he strips the flimsy little shirt he had on.

Your eyes are glued to his chest and perky nipples, his abs and the barely noticeable happy trail and everyone around you cheers but your focus is on him.

His eyes land on you and he gives you a devilish smirk before his eyes change completely, they narrow and darken, staring deep into your soul as he dances and looks only at you.

Your friends are estatic, grabbing at you and saying things like 'Felix likes you', 'he's looking at you', they're freaking out and you're sitting there stunned and with arousal pooling on your panties.

He looks like a hunter and you feel like an animal that he's got his eyes on. It's obvious why he's the star of the show when he can take someone in his hold so quickly, before you even know it you're under his spell.

The performance ends too soon for everyone's liking and the pretty boy slowly makes his way towards you.

"He's coming here, oh my god!"- your friend screams as they grab at you and shake you.

"Calm down!"- you smack their arm, trying to calm your heart too.

"Well, hello there beautiful."- his deep voice shocks you and as he leans in closer, you can see his freckles and the glittery make up on his eyes, and the sweat trickling down his skin making him shine like the prettiest diamond.

"You finally brought your friend that hates going out?"- he looks at your friends and you scold them under your breath. Just how many times have they been here without you?

"Yep, we tricked her into coming out."

"Tsk. Sneaky, sneaky."- he snickers. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Y/n."- your voice is shaky as he stands in your personal space.

"That's a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. My name is Felix, but you can call me whatever you like."- he flirts and you want to roll your eyes, but you don't even have time to think.

"You seem tense. How about I help you relax? Put on a little show for you?"- he asks, his hand on your chin and your eyes scan around to look at your friends, and all of them give you encouraging looks and nudges.

Oh what the hell, you think. You're a little buzzed and you're already here so might as well make the best of it.

"Do your best, pretty boy."- you smirk, shocking yourself and your friends at your sudden boldness.

That only seems to spur Felix on as he smirks back at you and starts dancing, moving his hips and ass tentatively in front of your face.

You feel hotness surge through your body, the way he moves is delicious, making you feel so hungry to touch him.

It's like he senses that, and suddenly his knees are on either side of your thighs and you gasp as he looks at you through his eyelashes as if asking if he should continue. You give a quiet nod and suddenly he's grinding on you, his hands running on his own body as he touches himself, fingertips brushing his cute pink nipples.

Your friends are screaming your ears off but you're drowning them out, only focusing on the beautiful man who's grinding on your bare thighs.

"You can touch if you'd like."- his voice is even lower as he says it quietly, only for you to hear. His hands are on yours and he brings them to his waist.

You wrap your fingers around him, his skin is smooth and slippery from the sheen of sweat on it and your pussy throbs for more.

His chest is in your face, his ass on your thighs and you can see and feel his erection growing in his pants.

"How about we move this to one of the private rooms?"- Felix smirks, a little out of breath.

You don't know what possessed you but you nod quickly.

"Let's go."- you say and he stands up immediately, reaching his hand to take yours.

Your friends cheer behind you as he leads you away to one of the rooms, the doors closing as you walk in.

It seems like different music is playing in there, more sensual and there's even a little bar in the corner. There's a couch and a bed and you gulp as you stare at it.

"Do you want a drink, beautiful?"- Felix's deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"No, thanks."- you feel a little awkward suddenly as Felix pours himself a drink and chugs on it.

"Now, where were we? You're tense again, sweetheart. We can't have that."- he shakes his head with a smile as he gently pushes you to sit on the couch.

He stands in front of you as you look up at him, shivering in anticipation.

"You want me to take these off?"- he bats his eyelashes innocently, his fingers hooking into the leather pants he still had on.

You nod quietly, your mouth dry suddenly, wishing you actually had something to drink earlier.

Felix smirks as he unzips his pants, slowly sliding them down, making a show of it and you almost moan out loud when you see what he has underneath.

He's almost practically naked, the little black lacy panties revealing everything to you, his semi-hard cock tucked inside them straining almost painfully to come out, his balls cupped by the lace and a pretty little bush above his erection.

"See something you like?"- he says cockily and you look up at the prideful smirk on his face. Something stirs within you, you want to wipe that smirk off of his face and make this man cry and beg on his knees for you.

"Hm. Maybe."- you return a smirk before reaching out for him and grabbing his hips, yanking him down into your lap. Felix gasps from the sudden change from your shy demeanor, and you can see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he looks at you with a glazed over look.

You grip his hips, bringing him down on your thighs, his cock pressing into your flesh. A little moan escapes his pretty plump lips and your hands slide behind to grab a handful of his ass.

"Oh!"- he gasps, rutting against you.

"Tell me pretty boy. What do you want me to do with you?"- you smirk, flipping the figurative card on him and he looks at you hazily as you massage his plushy asscheeks.

"W-whatever you want. I-I'm here to please you."- he's become a stuttering mess suddenly and you're beyond turned on and sick of all the teasing.

You grip his face with one of your hands and crash your lips into his and he kisses you back eagerly and desperately, his cock popping out of it's confines and leaking onto your bare flesh.

"Eager, are we?"- you chuckle against his lips and he whines.

"Mm, yes."- he chases your lips but your hand tangles in his hair, gripping and pulling his head back. A broken moan falls from his lips as you attach yours on his skin, kissing and nipping at him.

Your hands are now on his chest as you run your palms on his nipples and he keens, arching into you, his chubby cock rutting in the spot where your thighs are pressed together.

You lick at his neck before sinking your teeth in his skin and sucking on it, your fingers pulling and pinching on his aroused nipples.

"Oh-h my- ah- please!"- he whines incoherently and you smirk against him.

You've never felt this kind of power over someone and it made you feel so turned on, your panties now soaked with arousal.

"You're so sensitive."- you say as you blow air on the red bruise you sucked onto his neck.

"Y-yes! Please touch me! Please!"- he begs and you have no idea if he's taking on a role or if he's usually like that but you don't care in that moment, any thoughts are thrown in the back of your mind as you grab his leaky cock in your hand.

He whimpers, hips lifting up into your touch immediately as he grips at your shoulders to steady himself.

Your lips kiss and bite wherever you can reach, his neck, his collarbone and finally his nipples as you run your tongue on the sensitive bud, your hand working his pretty cock that's leaking so much and throbbing in your hand.

"Ah!"- he whimpers when you bite down on his nipple before flicking it with your tongue harshly.

He's sputtering nonsense as he grips at you hard, his fingertips digging into your shoulders.

You detach from his nipples when they're red and swollen, slowing your hand down any time his cock twitches, edging him as you dangle the promise of cumming in front of his face before snatching it away from him constantly.

"P-please!"- he cries, tears framing his pretty face as he looks at you with desperate eyes, his hips dragging against you the whole time you play with his cock.

You only smirk, your other hand lifting up before you land a smack on his ass. Felix yelps, burying his face in your shoulder immediately.

"Ah shit! Please, please do that a-again!"- he moans and you chuckle as your hand speeds up on his length again, the flick of your wrist driving him crazy as you smack his ass once more.

"Mm, y/n!"- your name rolls out of his lips so prettily that you just have to smack him again.

"Fuck!"- his cock twitches hard in your hand as you keep the onslaught on his ass.

Your name keeps spilling out of his lips as he shakes on top of you, crying and whimpering as he holds onto you for dear life.

Another thought crosses your mind and you stop all movement only to have him cry out desperately.

"W-why'd you stop?!"- he cries, tears sliding down his cheeks as he looks at you.

"You look so pretty when you cry."- you smirk, gathering the pre cum on your fingertips before your hand reaches behind him.

"P-please let me cum. Please. I'll do anything!"- he really looks desperate and you almost feel bad.

Almost.

Felix gasps and jolts when he feels your fingertips slide under his panties and press against his little hole.

"Is that okay?"- you whisper and he nods quickly.

"Yes, yes!"- he moans as you circle your fingers, smearing the pre cum on him.

Your other hand grabs a hold of his cock again and this time you decide to finally let him cum as you sink your finger inside his fluttering hole, meeting a little resistance as he leans forward on you, grabbing onto your upper back and whimpering.

You start fucking your finger in and out of him, hitting his sweet spot as your other hand matches the pace on his cock.

Felix is falling apart in your lap, his mind cloudy, the only wish his body has right now is to cum for you.

He grinds into your touch, matching the movements of your hands and it doesn't take long for that familiar feeling to blossom inside him.

"Please, please, please-" - he mutters desperately and you chuckle, teeth nipping at a sensitive spot beneath his ear.

"Cum for me, pretty."- you say and Felix keens, his cock twitching before he explodes, spurts of hot white cum painting your black dress, his hole clenching around your finger like it doesn't want to let go.

You keep fucking into his prostate as you milk him dry and he cries and begs for you to stop.

You finally move your hands away when his cock goes completely limp against you.

You grab his face and kiss his lips, you can taste the saltiness of his tears on them and you push your tongue inside his mouth, circling it around his. You swallow all his moans before grabbing a hold of his hair and leaning him back.

"Get on your knees."- you tell him and his eyes widden a little before he scrambles to get up.

"You're getting a little reward for being such a good boy for me."- you smirk, caressing his cheek with your thumb as Felix looks at you dumbly, his mind completely gone from the pleasure he feels.

You lift up your ruined dress, and Felix moans at the sight of your soaked panties.

"Take them off."- you say and he does so, the sight of your glistening pussy makes his spent cock twitch miserably against his thigh.

"What are you waiting for?"- you grip his head and bring him closer to you as you spread your legs more.

Felix's eyes flutter and he wastes no more time as he buries his face between your legs. His plump lips leave kisses all around your throbbing pussy before he presses them into your clit.

Your breath hitches in your throat when he pushes the tip of his tongue into your clit and starts flicking it slowly, pressing into it.

"Mm"- you moan, hands gripping his hair. He grabs at your thighs and runs his tongue on your folds, moaning at the sweet taste of you.

You don't let him lift up as you slowly start grinding on his face while he laps at you greedily, his tongue fucking in and out of your cunt, he's drooling and making a mess out of you.

You smirk when you feel his hips push into your leg, his cock against your skin as he starts rutting against you like a dog in heat.

"What a desperate little slut you are."- you chuckle as you pull on his hair and grip his head with your plushy thighs.

He moans into your pussy, the vibrations making your core throb and you're close.

"Keep going. Make me cum."- you say as he keeps eating you out and humping against you.

You grind against him, dragging your pussy on his face before the coil finally snaps and you spill your release on his tongue and chin.

Felix mewls, his hips jolting as he cums untouched, his cum spilling on the floor right between the heels on your feet, a few drops landing on the straps.

He licks around his lips and looks at you, his eyes still glazed over and not a single thought in his head.

"Look what a mess you made."- you lean in closer to look at his face.

"Y/n..."- he whimpers your name, seemingly the only thing he knows right now.

"Came untouched."- you click your tongue. "You really are pathetic. But I'd still like to take you home. What do you think about that?"- you grip his chin.

He whines a little, his tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip as he leans into your touch.

"I'd love to. My shift ended anyways."

"Right."- you lean back suddenly. "How much do I-"

"No"- he shakes his head. "This was for my pleasure too."- he says, seemingly coming to his senses.

He stands up suddenly and the cocky smirk on his face is back.

"Take me home then. I'd like for us to get more acquainted with each other."

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[revelboo]

How are skywarp and his human? Are they in love yet?

Those two will be in denial for some time 🔞 🌶️

You guys win- I ordered these to research Beast Wars. Volume one was $45 so it’s out of my budget, so these will have to do to get a feel for the characters

Stop Talking Pt 9

Skywarp x Reader

• ‘Well?’ Thundercracker growls, tone irritable as he rubs a hand against his helm, annoyed with Skywarp for disturbing his recharge. “Your human likes you, right?” Skywarp asks and his trine brother clears his vents loudly. And turns to walk away and Skywarp grabs his arm. “How’d you convince them to stay?” It’s not like he can’t just keep you, but you’d eventually resent him. He bright you here against your will, but you haven’t complained all that much. Like you’d wanted to escape from where he’d found you. Making him realize he knows nothing about you.

• Sees Thundercracker’s optics dip to his servos on him, but Skywarp doesn’t let go. Embarrassed to have to ask, but he’s never wanted to keep someone around like this. Cares what you think of him and it bothers him. ‘Have the two of you tried to actually have a real conversation?’ Thundercracker asks, venting deliberately and Skywarp knows the other Seeker can scent you on him. ‘Instead of just fragging?’

• “We talk,” Skywarp growls, wings flaring. And okay, it’s mostly during interface and it’s mostly ‘harder, don’t stop, right there,’ but that still counts, right? ‘Do they have family?’ Thundercracker asks. ‘What do to they like? What annoys them? I don’t know, try to get to know them not just their body?’ Jaw working, Skywarp vents noisily. “They like my spike,” he mutters, trying to make a joke and his brother just looks disgusted with him. Not that he’s not used to that. Skywarp the screw up. The impulsive one that gets into trouble and has to be bailed out. The disappointment.

• Admitting that he likes you? That he’s lonely and wants you to stay? That’s the sort of vulnerable slag he hates. Emotions and feelings. Making everything complicated when it doesn’t have to be. You two get along, the interfacing is amazing. Why does it need to be more than that? Except then he thinks about the warmth of you sleeping against him. That he could feel your heat beating, the rise and fall of your chest, and the way his spark had thrummed when you’d rolled over and pressed your face against his neck. ‘Fragging nasty like animals isn’t a relationship,’ Thundercracker says tiredly and Skywarp clears his vents with a huff. ‘Talk to your human, not me.’

• And TC yanks his arm out of Skywarp’s grip, turning and heading back into his habsuite and shutting the door in his face. Returning to his human mate. Jaw working, Skywarp heads back to his own room and lets himself inside. Freezing when he spots you bent over, wetting one of your extra blankets with a bottle of water and scrubbing his dried slick off your inner thighs. And he’s releasing his spike to slowly pressurize with a growl. Sees your head come up like you can feel his stare and you look back at him.

• “Hey,” you call out, hating that you feel self conscious and awkward now because you like him and you’re scared of screwing this up. It’s not like you two have anything serious and he probably doesn’t want anything serious. Watching him mass shift and fly up to join you, staring at his handsome face, you realize you’re already screwed. Like him and his weird, messed up humor, his handsome face, and crooked, devious smile. Know you’re going to ruin this because you always do when things get real. And he drags you into him, his erect spike pinned against your belly as his mouth crashes against yours.

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[spidercatweb]

Feeling Better ★ Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: umm ok i fear there are a lot. Emetophobia warning (r does NOT get sick, i tried to describe it as little as possible, r is very emetophobic and freaks out), unintentional(?) s/h (scratching as a distraction, no blood is drawn), r has a panic attack esque thing going on?? idk she freaks out and shuts down (just like me fr), fem!bau!reader, hurt/comfort, a little bit of angst(?), happy ending with some fluff :). i think that's it? kind of established relationship with r and spencer idk...

Description: the team is at a bar, r is already anxious, it gets a million times worse when someone there throws up. Spencer helps r get away from the situation and calms her down.

Word Count: 2,227

A/n: reader is literally me, i wrote this for myself and i hope the other emetophobia girlies enjoy <3 if you can relate to this im so so sorry :( i know how it feels :(

The team is at a bar tonight, having just finished a case; it was a nice way to relax and socialize. The team - except for you and Spencer - all had alcoholic beverages. Spencer didn't really like the taste or feeling of alcohol, you had just never wanted to drink. You could have a fun time without it. You all sat around a big table in the back corner of the bar, enjoying each other's company. The whole team was intently listening to one of Garcia’s odd anecdotes. You sat beside Spencer, already feeling a little overwhelmed, but you were still having a good time. You smiled and laughed along with the rest of the team.

Suddenly, your hearing focused on another situation in the establishment. A heavily intoxicated man at the bar is telling the bartender how he “can handle another drink" and that he “won't get sick this time". You immediately tense up. Even the thought of the possibility of that happening makes your anxiety spike. You try to focus on the conversation at the table and calm yourself down.

Nothing is going to happen, you’ll be okay. You repeat this to yourself in your head. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, you cross your arms and begin tapping your fingers on your arms rhythmically.

Spencer notices the shift in your behavior, he notices that you're a bit zoned out, staring at the salt and pepper shakers on the table. He doesn't say anything, but he keeps it in mind to ask you later what was wrong, it was probably nothing anyway. You were probably just overwhelmed with all the noise.

Thirty minutes pass. You’ve mostly forgotten about what you overheard earlier, focusing instead on the insanity that was Morgan’s dating life, which he was explaining in way too much detail. You snicker and share a shocked look with Spencer when Morgan says something particularly explicit.

Slurred speech enters your earshot once again, the drunk man at the bar. He’s saying that he shouldn't have ordered that last drink. Disgusting. A frown appears on your face. You begin to dig your nails into your arms. Don’t think about it. Nothing’s going to happen. Focus on your friends. Nothing bad will happen with them.

It happens. The man at the bar gets sick. All over the bar. Tears well up in your eyes and you shut them tightly, your face flushes. You slowly drag your nails down your arms, digging them in deeper, leaving bright red marks. You need to leave. Now.

Spencer notices the scene unfolding at the bar, he knows how absolutely horrible it makes you feel, you've told him about it before. He looks at you and hovers a hand over your shoulder. You feel the warmth of him through the dizzying panic rushing through you.

"Hey, do you want to leave?" His voice is quiet and calm, only loud enough for you to hear, not disturbing the rest of the team. You nod and he begins to stand up.

You want to follow, but you feel like you can't move. You stand up weakly, forcing yourself to move. Still frantically scratching and digging your nails into your arms, because it feels like the only thing that will distract you from what's going on. You open your eyes and your vision blurs from tears. Spencer grabs your purse from the booth, making sure you won’t have to come back in for it if you don’t want to.

He leads you towards the door and away from the situation, hand hovering over the small of your back, "Come on, let's get outside".

The rest of the team looks concerned for you. Garcia stops telling her story for a moment, she knows what's going on.

"She just needs a bit of air. Don't think they'll be back though," she nods to what's happening at the bar, the team understands.

When you exit the building, you're a crying mess, basically hyperventilating, still clawing at yourself, not hard enough to draw blood, but you will if you continue.

"Y/n, I need you to stop scratching yourself, you're gonna be okay, we're not going back in there." He tries to make eye contact with you. You frantically shake your head, continuing what you're doing, taking in a stuttered gasp, holding back a sob.

"Can you talk?" Spencer knows the answer is probably no. You shake your head once again, confirming this. He looks around for a place to sit, "Okay... let's go sit down, there's a bench over there." He nods his head towards the bench, ghosting his hand over the small of your back. You start slowly towards it, he follows closely behind.

You sit, so does he. Your legs shake almost violently out of anxiety. The cold, fresh air does a little to calm your nerves, but the sounds keep replaying in your head. You try your best to busy your hands with something other than scratching yourself, you know you need to stop. You begin running your hands through your hair in a steady manner. You close your eyes and try to take slow, deep breaths. Spencer quietly observes, his presence is enough to remind you that everything will be okay. He waits patiently, not expecting you to say anything.

After taking a shaky breath, you whisper a barely audible "Sorry." You wipe your eyes with your sleeves then hold your hands together tightly. Digging your nails into the backs of them. You feel bad for pulling Spencer away from the rest of the team.

"It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's a very common phobia, actually. I read an article a while ago with evidence that 20% of people who go to therapy report emetophobia as a main reason for going." His fact is not very fun, but you can tell he's trying to calm you down in the best way he knows how. He glances at your tightly clasped hands, your knuckles white and shaky, nails digging into your skin once again.

He offers a soothing solution, "Do you want to hold my hands instead?" He puts his hands out for you to take. He wants to get you to stop hurting yourself, he knows you don’t mean to. It makes him sad to see you like this.

You unclasp your hands and reach out to his. His hands are shockingly cold, but the coolness in contrast to your warmth is calming. You squeeze his hands, a silent thank you. He squeezes yours back.

“Do you want me to talk? Or just stay quiet?” He asks, gently rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles.

“Talk?” You attempt to smile, but it’s more of a pout. It breaks Spencer’s heart to see you like this.

“Okay… um. Well… You didn’t drink tonight, right? You had iced tea?” You nod as he slowly leads up to a ramble. “And I wasn’t drinking either,” he reminds you, “when alcohol is consumed, the liver processes it into a highly reactive and toxic chemical called acetaldehyde. Which is actually used in plenty of herbicides and insecticides, of course, not sourced from the human body.” You can feel his hands itching to gesture along with his sentences. But they stay right there, holding yours.

“The liver then converts this acetaldehyde into acetate, which the body can remove by converting it into water and carbon dioxide. But when there’s too much, and the liver can’t process it quickly enough, the body gets rid of it, well… in a different way. That’s most likely what was happening to that guy in there.” You stare off into space at the reminder, idly nodding slowly to show you’re listening.

“So… he isn’t sick. It isn’t anything you can catch. You weren’t drinking tonight either. Nothing like that will happen to you tonight. Or me. We’re fine, we’re safe.” He reassures you calmly, lightly squeezing your hands. Your eyes flicker to his and you give him another nod.

By now, you’ve mostly stopped crying. You sniffle every few seconds, but it’s a major improvement from the sobs you were letting out just minutes ago. The deep breaths of cold air help to calm you as well. But your heart and head are still racing, you take in unbalanced, jagged breaths, still struggling to keep it fully together.

“Thanks, Spencer.” Your voice is slightly gravelly when you speak.

“No problem.” He smiles warmly, “Are you feeling a little better?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “the cold air is nice, and it’s quiet, and… you’re here. You’re always really helpful when I get like this.” You huff out a sad laugh, hiding your embarrassment about how Spencer always seems to be the one helping you out.

“I’m glad. I like it when you’re okay, so I’m glad I can help.” he blushes slightly. “And honestly, it was getting way too loud in there for me. I’m pretty sure you’d be the one bringing me out here if we stayed in any longer.” He half-jokes. You chuckle slightly. The last thing he wants is for you to feel bad about something you can’t control.

“So… I’m guessing you don’t want to go back in either?” You look down at your hands still in his.

“No, not- not really.” He shakes his head.

You both think in a moment of comfortable silence.

“Do you- Would you like me to drive you home?” He asks hesitantly.

“Do I trust you to drive my car?” You joke lightheartedly.

“Hey!” He laughs along with you.

“And how would you get home?” You ask, “Planning to stay over, Doctor?” You tease him with the nickname. You’re clearly feeling better.

“Well- I- I actually didn’t think about that, yeah. Um, I could...” He rushes to find another response. “Would you mind if I did?” he asks nervously.

“Spence, I wouldn’t mind at all. It would actually be nice, I’d rather not be alone tonight.” You smile, he mirrors your expression.

“Really?” He asks, “If you don’t want me to, it’s okay. I don’t want to be invading your space or anything.”

“Do you want to stay over?”

“I uh- yeah. Yes I do.” he nods.

“Okay, let’s go then.” You slip one of your hands out of his grasp as you get up from the bench, still holding his other. He gets up after you, politely handing you your purse. You thank him quietly as you take it.

You both walk to the parking lot of the bar, where your car is parked. After you unlock the car, like the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for you. The ride to your place is lovely, Spencer spits out all the random facts he can think of during the twenty minute drive. You rest your head lightly against the window, listening to him speak as you gaze at the outside world passing by. His soft, constant tone lulls you into a light sleep.

When he parks the car, he unbuckles his seatbelt and lightly taps your shoulder, welcoming you back with a smile. “We’re here, sorry to wake you up.” His hand rests on your shoulder for a moment.

You groan slightly as you get out of the car, “Why is being stressed out so exhausting?”

“Well, when you’re stressed, your body releases hormones like cortisol, which put you in fight-or-flight mode,” he starts. You walk beside him, sneakily grasping his hand with yours as you head towards the entrance of your apartment building. He pauses for a second, looking down at your hands. He smiles, then continues.

“And when you have high stress levels for a prolonged amount of time, it tires out your brain, leading to emotional exhaustion. So really, you might not be physically tired, just mentally.”

“Hmm. Well, I feel exhausted either way.” You huff out a laugh, leaning into his side.

He hums in agreement, opening the building’s door and letting you enter first.

When you finally get into your apartment, you realize an important detail. “Spencer, do you have clothes here? Or like, pajamas?” You can’t remember from the last time he was here, you knew he at least had a pair of pajamas, because you’d been wearing the shirt to sleep for the past week.

“Um- yeah, I think so? I think I left some here last time. Bottom drawer of your dresser, right?”

“Mhm,” You nod, “shower first, then bed?” You suggest.

“Okay.” He agrees easily.

***

You go in first, Spencer goes in after you. When he comes back into your room, he sees you wearing one of his shirts. “Is that…?” He points to you.

“Yes.” You grin happily.

“So that’s where it went.” He joins you in your bed.

You cuddle up to him, laying your head comfortably on his chest. He rests a hand on your back, tracing patterns lightly with his pointer finger.

“Are you feeling better than earlier?” He asks quietly.

“Mhm, a lot better.” You bring a hand up to lightly rest on his chest.

“That’s good.”

The beating of Spencer’s heart up against your ear, combined with the quiet sounds of his steady breathing lull you into a peaceful sleep. He stays awake longer than you do, listening to your slow breaths, making sure you’re completely asleep before he drifts off.

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[sturniololuvz]

Heyy can I request the triplets third wheeling their sisters and her boyfriends date and she’s saying freaky stuff to piss her brothers off 

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“Third-Wheel Torture”

Sturniolos x sister

Y/N had planned a cute, romantic date night with her boyfriend—just the two of them, some good food, maybe a late-night drive—but, of course, her three wonderful brothers had decided that wasn’t happening.

“I don’t trust him,” Chris had said.

“She doesn’t need a chaperone,” Nick had argued.

“Yeah, but it’d be funny,” Matt had smirked.

And somehow, she ended up third-wheeling her own date.

Now, Y/N and her boyfriend sat in a booth at a dimly lit restaurant, the triplets seated directly across from them like an intimidating, overly protective panel of judges. Chris had his arms crossed, Nick looked two seconds away from rolling his eyes, and Matt was simply enjoying watching his younger sister suffer.

Y/N tightened her grip on her boyfriend’s hand and gave them a sweet smile. “You guys having fun crashing our date?”

“Oh, we’re having a blast,” Chris deadpanned, squinting at her boyfriend like he was an escaped convict. “Right, boys?”

Matt nodded, pretending to examine the guy up and down. “Mhm. Real fun.”

Nick just sighed. “This is ridiculous.”

Y/N smirked, a wicked idea forming in her mind. If they were going to torture her, she’d make sure to torture them right back.

She leaned into her boyfriend’s side, running her fingers slowly up his arm. “You looked so good earlier, babe. Almost made me wanna skip dinner.”

Chris gagged, immediately reaching for his water. “Shut up.”

Matt cringed, shoving his fingers into his ears. “Nope. Nope. Don’t wanna hear it.”

Nick groaned in disgust. “Bro, why would you say that?”

Y/N bit back a laugh, completely unbothered by their dramatics. “What? I’m just appreciating my man.” She turned to her boyfriend and ran her nails lightly across the back of his neck, making him shiver. “Can’t wait to be alone later.”

Chris immediately pushed his plate away. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

Matt rubbed his temples. “We should’ve never come.”

Nick, looking genuinely disturbed, leaned forward with a sharp glare. “You’re actually disgusting.”

Y/N grinned, knowing she had won. “Hey, maybe next time, you guys won’t crash my date.”

Chris huffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, well, next time, your boyfriend better watch himself.”

“Or what?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Chris stared at her boyfriend, his voice low. “Or I’ll kill him.”

Her boyfriend, who had been silent this whole time, finally chuckled. “Noted.”

Matt sighed dramatically. “Alright, I’ve had enough of this. I say we go get ice cream and ditch these two.”

Chris perked up. “Ooh, facts.”

Nick stood up, already grabbing his keys. “Let’s go before she says more nasty shit.”

Y/N laughed as the triplets practically sprinted out of the restaurant, muttering about how they “needed to bleach their brains.”

Her boyfriend leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “That was kinda fun.”

She smirked. “Told you I’d make them suffer.”

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Selfish - Lando Norris x Reader (ft.Oscar Piastri)

Masterlist

part 2

warnings: mentions of alcohol, s*xual references, contains cheating

summary: Lando can’t be with you. He had told you so countless times. But somehow seeing you with his very own teammate makes him regret his decisions. A twisted game starts, the only question is; who’s gonna end up winning?

„Who?“ Lando chocked on his food, almost spilling the drink in his hand as he sat at dinner table with his friends, letting the evening slowly ring out at his absolute favorite restaurant in Monte Carlo. It had been a long although fun day of all sorts of activities as you had all gone out on his yacht. Coming back you were all a bit sunburnt and tired, not wanting to cook you went out for dinner. Figuring you may head to a couple of bars later as you all enjoyed your time together as well as the first really warm days in Monaco.

„Mister Piastri.“ Max chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows in such a goofy way you swore you could feel the ick forming in your bones. So he quickly earned a punch from you straight into his upper arm as you chewed on your food silently. Your hair still slightly wet from having gotten ready in the matter of minutes at Landos place. Wearing almost no makeup as your freckles had started to come through.

„You‘re dating Oscar?“ Lando basically yelled as he put his drink down, causing a loud thud catching the attention of the tables next to you. You akwardly smiled at the elderly people who sent your friends a disapproving glare. It was always loud when the four of you were together. Max was your brother and that would basically end in bickering ninety percent of dinners. Ria wasn’t that quiet either. And Lando, well, he was Lando. The life of the party. His smile would be contagious and his laughter could lighten every situation. There wasn’t ever a dull moment around him.

„Shh!“ you shushed Lando as you kicked Maxs leg under the table. Ria next to you chuckled, scrolling through her phone. Max squealed in pain, allthough you knew he was being overly dramatic once again „Shut it Max!“

„What? It’s true?“ Lando now continued looking clearly disturbed. Unbelievable. You stared at the Brit before rolling your eyes in an unfaced manner. Lando shouldn’t care right? He had made it pretty clear he didn‘t. So you hoped he‘d not cause a scene now. Allthough you were pretty sure he wouldn’t in front of Max. That had been his ground rule right? Max couldn’t know.

„We‘re not dating.“ you responded never the less, staring at the young Mclaren driver who’s curly hair was sitting ever so perfectly today. Max couldn‘t help but let out a chuckle as you side eyed him. He could really be so goddamn annoying, he made your blood boil. But that‘s a normal thing for siblings to do.

„Oh, sorry. You guys are just hooking-“ Max continued, nibbling on his chicken wing.

„That’s even worse!“ Landos interrupted his friend, wiping his hands on a napkin. His appetite had just left him. His plate still half full. Hi voice was as high pitched as you ever thought it could get. Now your brother sent his friend a questioning look as Ria next to you crossed her arms, very aware of Landos never ending bullsh*t when it came to you.

„How’s that worse?“Max now asked, awkwardly chuckling. He knew Lando was your best friend as well. But of course he didnt get why he‘d be so upset about this. He thought he was just being protective. Ria now raised her brows looking at you, you looked defeated as Lando almost seemed disgusted. His face scrunched up as he stared you down.

„Yeah, why do you care?“ Ria now added fuel to the fire. It was sassy and Lando knew why. He knew Ria knew about everything. She was your best friend. She had already confronted him before but he mostly told her to mind her own business. This was between the two of you. It always would stay this way. Plus it ended months ago.

„I-I…“ Lando stuttered holding up his hands as if to prove he was innocent. He looked at you and then at Max „Look I dont care I just didn’t think Oscar was her type.“

You bit your tounge. Weak shot Norris. You knew Lando still thought you were not over him. Which you‘d never admit to, had some truth to it. But Oscar was nice. He was a decent guy, he treated you with respect and you two had fun. It was the perfect distraction, only Max had to ruin it again. Ruin it by making Lando aware of it. You knew how Lando could be when it camr to you dating other guys. You hadn‘t purposely gone for the teammate. I just happened. A glance at the paddock. A social media follow and just like that the Aussie slid into your dm‘s

„Why not?“ Ria now scrunched her nose, sounding honestly confused at Landos absolute nonsense. Who was he to say, who your type was?

„Well, he-„ Lando now started as he stared straight at Ria. He had no real answer on how he knew. He couldn’t say because he himself was your type. Not in front of Max. „He‘s younger than her. Which I didn’t know she was into-“

„Oh trust me.“ Ria now smirked as you buried your face in your hands not wanting to know what was coming next „Judging from the sounds coming from her room at night she is totally in-“

„Eww!“ Lando and Max now yelled out at the same time. You were bright red now but couldn’t help but giggle, your hand covering your mouth as you looked at Ria. She winked at you. God, you loved her sometimes. She could make anyone uncomfortable. Especially someone who was messing with you. Ria loved Lando as a friend, yet she hated how he had treated you. It wad equally possible. Luckily Max chenged the subject rather quickly after that. Not interested in hearing about his sisters s*x life.

You ignored Landos stares on you for the rest of the dinner and thanked god when it finally ended. The minutes seemingly not passing at all. Lando payed, inviting you all before the group left the restaurant. Stepping out onto the streets of Monaco at night. It was Friday, the weekend just starting so the place had been packed. You guys had to wait for Landos car to arrive, so Ria and Max used the chance to go to the restroom leaving just Lando and you to wait outside.

The Brit played with his yellow team quadrant cap as he watched you type on your phone. The sound of your nails tapping against the screen triggering him beyond measures. He normally wasn’t this petty. He knew he had no right to say anything. But he was annoyed you had to go for his teammate out of all guys. It seemed like you were doing it to get back at

„Who are you texting?“ he blurted out, immediately hearing how weird it sounded. So much on letting your impulsiveness win. But that smile on your face, he couldn’t help it. He had to know if it was him. He wanted to know everything. Had you kissed Oscar? Had you slept with him? It made Lando sick to think about it.

„You talking to me?“

„Who else?“ Lando sassed back. God he hated your attitude. He loved and hated it at the same time.

„None of your business.“ you stated, sending him a fake smile before continuing to text whoever was on your phone. Lando rolled his eyes pacing back and forth. It had to be Oscar. He awkwardly stood there for a while, figuring he better should not say anything else. But adding fuel to the fire was his thing.

„You know it’s not my business if you‘re hoeing around. But it is when you choose to f*ck my teammate.“

„Excuse me-“ you looked up. You couldn’t believe Lando’s choice of words. Once again. You open your mouth wanting to say something but to Lando‘s luck Max came out running before hejumped onto his back the next second. Holding onto Lando like a monkey.

Your mouth still hubg open as you watched Lando put on a fake smile. He spent the next minutes fooling around with Max before his car arrived. Ria came back as the guys stepped into the car, tipping the guy who had brought it. She put her hand on your shoulder, immediately sensing something was up „You okay?“

„He‘s such a d*ck!“

You remember how Lando would always pick on you when you were kids. It lasted till you were teens. He had made it his duty to make fun of you with Max at any chance. But he also was always first in line to protect you. Even more then Max. Every boy Max hated, Lando hated more. Every night you went out he made sure to drop you off and pick you up. He was always there. That all changed. Changed over something so stupid. He had to go and do it. Make you feel special for a second. Making you wait all these years, hoping he‘d finally come around. Finally stand up and tell Max he was with you.

Lando had been your first everything. Your first kiss. Your first time. Your first heartbreak. Max didn’t know. He‘d never forgive him. Or so Lando always thought. Not after lying for so many years. Always telling Max he didn’t know.

He didn’t know where you spent the night; you were laying in his arms hours prior.

He didn’t know where that hickey came from; it had been him the night before.

He didn’t know why you were crying and locking yourself in your bedroom; he had told you he was dating someone else.

You almost couldnt believe the thing went on for so long. It was stupid of you to wait for Lando. You always waited. Lando didn’t know this; you hadn’t gotten with any other guy ever. You had pretended so. To make him jealous as he’d get with all these girls when he was traveling. Or so you assumed. It was a year ago you and Lando officaly ended it. Or he did.

He had always told you; it couldn’t be more than sex. His long hugs and midnight chats were what fooled you. The way he’d caress your hair, whisper into you ear when he thought you were sleeping. But you should have just believed him; It didnt mean anything to him. It never had.

„Ahhh! Your breaking my heart!“ you yelled over the loud music. Earning nothing but a chuckle from Ria as you threw your arm around Oscars neck. The Aussie ,who was holding your waist to ensure you wouldn’t fall or trip over, smirked as he shook his head at your clumsiness. He thought it was endearing though. You were a cute kind of drunk. Much more affectionate than when you weren’t though.

„C‘mon Y/n? I told you I dont dance!“ he defended himself. He had told you as you had called him two hours ago basically begging him to come to this night club. He had just gotten his first own place in Monte Carlo and didn’t really go out much yet. Especially not to dance. But after you had done the most to convince him on the phone the Aussie somehow agreed to come.

Only when he did, he found you hanging over the bar already totally wasted with Ria just laughing her ass off. But Oscar didn’t judge. He loved to see you have fun, so he refused the drinks himself so he‘d be able to get you home safely.

„You’re so-“you grabbed the young guys face, pinching his cheeks and pecking his lips as he just chuckled „You‘re cute.“

„Am I?“ you asked, eyes wide open.

„Piastri.“ Oscar looked away from you seeing his very own teammate and your brother approach him. His heart stopped for a second. He hadn’t told Lando he was seeing you. He had avoided it, knowing the Brit could get weirdly protective over you. So Oscar didn’t know how to react as he just looked at you before muttering through gritted teeth „You didn’t tell me they were here-“

„Who?“ you slurred, placing your head against his shoulder. Your hand going into his hair, his oddly soft hair. Oscar knew the position you two were in already looked bad enough. He didn’t tell Lando he was seeing one of his best friends and he had avoided Max at all costs. So this wasn‘t exactly the ideal way to come clean about it.

„What are you doing here?“ Lando asked, not even greeting the Aussie. But he couldn’t, you were all over Oscar. Lando hated the sight of it. He had thought about it all week since finding out. Now seeing it. The image was gonna be forever engraved in his mind.

„She called me.“ Oscar stated, his mouth dry as Ria punched Maxs shoulder. Because Max was giving Oscar an unnapproving look, which caused the young guy to look terrified.

„She‘s drunk.“ Lando stated pointing at you, as Oscar still was doing the most to help you stand straight. He hated the way he held you. Wanting to rip his dirty fingers off you. He felt like he had been robbed. Robbed even though he knew you werent his. You hadn’t been for so long. The younger Mclaren driver scrunched his eyebrows together, he had no idea why Lando was being so rude to him. He had thought Max had been harsh when they first met. But Lando. Lando was on another level.

„I know. I was just gonna get her home.“ the australian guy stated but was interrupted by Lando walking up to him, grabbing your arm as he forcefully pulled you towards him. Oscar looked dumbfolded as Lando raised his eyebrows, you just laying your head on whatever shoulder it now was. Feeling your head spin. Maybe you had drunk a little too much.

„You always pick up drunk girls at the club?“ Lando spat out. It was a low blow. Even Max found it a little over the top, he tried to stop Lando but was held back by Ria telling him to stay back. Not wanting your brother to make things worse for you.

„What the hell mate?“ Oscar chuckled, trying to overplay the uncomfortableness as people around them were catching on the dispute. Probably thinking Oscar was some d*ck, trying to pick up drunk women. The young guy looked at Lando and then back at Max as if to try to tell him that was bullshit. Oscar didn’t realy care for Lanfos approval. You weren’t his sister. So he didn’t understand why Lando was being such a douche.

„Let it go. She’s not going home with you.“

Lando woke up to loud banging on his bedroom door. He tossed and turned before letting out a frustrated groan. Looking at his phone next to him, god it was early. With a sigh he got up and stumbled to the door, opening it to whoever was causing the unpleasant disturbance so early in the morning.

„What?“ Lando yelled before even seeing who it is. A finger is immediately placed on his naked chest as he looks down at your small frame. He has to prevent himself from laughing, your hair was sticking out into every direction as your smudged makeup made you resemble what he only could describe as a racoon. Or maybe a panda?

„You!“ your voice was deep, signaling Lando that you were mad. He raised his brows as his lips twitched nervously „Me?“

„This is not funny!“ you now yelled, pushing Lando into the room and closing the door behind you. You didn’t want Max and the whole house to hear what you were about to say. A part of living with all your friends you hated.

Lando stood there with only his underwear on as he awaited for you to go off on him with crossed arms.

„You are such a piece of sh*t!“

„I am?“ he chuckled, shaking his head as he placed his hand over his heart. Faking being offended. It was quite obvious to you, that Lando did not take this serious at all and it made you even more mad. It was like it was all a game to him.

„So tell me.“ he licked his lips looking at you with a disgustingly sly grin „Why am I a piece of shit?“

„I woke up to Oscars texts telling me exactly how you literally bullied him out of the club last night!“ you yelled, hearing how childish it sounded. But Lando was immature, it was no secret. He could act like a literal teenager if he wanted to and it made you hair stand up.

„No, No.“ Lando now stated, shaking his head hearing what he was accused of. He knew it was true, but he‘d never admit to „I only didn’t let him take you home. You were absoluetly sh*tfaced!“

„Why do you care if I go home with him?“ you yelled, wanting to rip his head off. Lando clenched his jaw, shaking his head. He knew you both knew why he cared. He hated the thought of you with someone else. He had no right to. So he could never admit it but it was the truth.

„I-I…“ he tried to come up with some logical explanation. But all Lando ever knew was excuses when it came to you. „I don’t want him or any guy to take advantage of drunk girls.“

„Oh, how mighty big of you.“ you hissed shaking your head. You knew it was bullshit. Lando wasn’t like some feminist king going around to protect girls. You turned around, done with his lies as you walked towards the door but before leaving the room you made sure to look back „Just so you know, if anyone’s allowed to take me home while drunk. It isn’t you! Its my boyfriend.“

Boyfriend. That word rang through Landos ears all day long. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Surely Oscar wasn’t your boyfriend yet. He had not told him so last night. He would have surely used it against him? Lando thought about it. It even kept him awake at night. Tossing and turning at the thought of you laying in Oscars arms. You weren’t home. He knew you were probably with him. Within seconds he pulled out his phone. He cursed himself for having to get up early for work the next day before he picked your contact name as he started typing.

Is Oscar really your boyfriend?

No too blunt.

Are you actually serious about Oscar?

No too passive aggressive.

Can we talk please?

Delivered 00:12 AM

„Be careful!“ you yelled out at Oscar as you looked back at the young guy hopelessly struggling on his bike. Riding bikes along the promenade was new to him. Luckily you were an expert, and the guy dressed in his orange Mclaren shirt just had to follow and hope not to embarass himself too badly. Allthough he knew you‘d never let him feel that way.

„Watch out!“ Oscar screamed at some pedestrians, who were busy taking pictures as they all cursed at him. A guy even holding up a middle finger towards him. You never laughed so hard as you could hear Oscar tell him off in a typical Oscar way, very politely and respectful he had told the guy it was rude. There were so many people here for the Gran Prix this weekend. Some even snapping pictures as they recognized the young rookie.

„That was fun.“ you jumped off your bike as soon as you arrived in front of the already busy paddock. It was only free practice day but the place was still packed with lots of visitors and press. Oscar tried to lock up his newly purchased bike, clearly struggling as he panted for air „Yeah was fun.“

You giggle looking at the young guy who you were convinced wouldnt get the lock on that bike on his own „C‘mon Piastri.“

He stood up as he looked at your smile, clearly defeated. He held the key towards you and just as you were about to take it Oscar grabbed your chin going in for a kiss. You smiled at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss not caring if anyone saw. Just as Oscars hand made it’s way down your back and stopped right above your hips a loud noise went off.

You and Oscar jumped apart, at the loud sound of the car horn. Looking to where it was coming from. Your eyes locked with the guy sitting behind the tinted windows. Lando was sitting in his Mclaren holding his hands up as if to claim innocence and pretend he hadn‘t just done that on purpose. He mouthed a short „Sorry“ before getting out his car putting on his sunglasses.

„Morning Oscar.“ Lando strolled past you chewing on his gum, not even acknowledging your presence. You looked after the guy in the white shirt as you rolled your eyes. He could be so goddamn cocky. Oscar only seemed confused. He even laughed it off, figuring Lando had really not intended to do that. You grabbed the Aussies hand as you stomped towards the entrance of the paddock. Oscar just following you, confused on why you were so tense all of the sudden.

„Y/n.“ he stated, stopping in his tracks as you tried to pull him further. You sighed looking back defeated, shrugging your shoulders. Oscar mustered you. That frown. Something clearly was bothering you and it had to do with Lando. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was though. He was scared that by asking, he‘d overstep boundaries. You weren’t offical yet. Despite all the rumors.

„What just happened?“ he knew it. He sensed it. It had been like your world had just turned around. You had looked at Lando so briefly yet it said so much. So much Oscar didn’t understand. Maybe hedidn’t even phantom it as it happened so quick. Cause if he had. If he had looked really hard, he‘d see a girl who was clearly still hung up on someone else.

„Nothing.“ you brushed it off, your lips pressed together.

Oscar knew you were lying. Only he didn‘t have the guts to tell you.

„Alright.“ he nodded, was he mad? You knew you were acting like a bitch. Oscar didn’t derserve this. He deserved someone less complicated. Someone who didn’t lie and hurt people. To your suprise Oscar reached out his hand to you. You hesitated before you took it. You both continuing to make your way inside the paddock. Oscar placed a kiss on your temple just before cameras spotted you „You know you can tell me anything right?“

Anything. You were watching the practice from inside the garage as you felt his presence next to you. He just stood there with crossed arms, his mouth moving. Luckily you couldn‘t understand at least not before taking off your headset that one of the staff members had given you.

„What?“ you sighed looking at Lando who had just gotten out his car early, due to a mechanical issue completely unsatisfied with his performance and the performance of the car. Things could literally only get better. On and off track.

„I said: what are you doing here?“ the Mclaren driver repeated, looking rather unwell with his hair sticking to the sweat dripping down his forehead. The bags under his eyes telling you exactly what you knew already.

„Watching?“ you sassed back, eyes on the screen as you kept your voice low to not catch the attention of anyone. Oscar was still out there to your luck, so there stood no chance of him witnessing what was about to go down.

„Since when do you come to watch free practice?“ he hissed, shaking his head as you completely ignored eye contact. It drove Lando mad. Especially since you wore that. His favorite white dress. He had gotten it for you; you were now wearing it for another guy.

„Since I was invited.“ you now look at him, hoping the harsh tone in your voice would just shut him up once and for all. But Lando just rolled his eyes, getting closer to you before grabbing your arm and pulling you all the way back to his drivers room. You didn‘t do anything, knowing it was time you settled this. Also your legs became pudding just before. You might act all tough but Lando made you incredibly nervous. He looked different this weekend. Grown up.

„You have one hell of an audacity to show up here for a guy who you are clearly not into, in a dress that I payed for.“

You swallowed. 1:0. You couldn’t let that sit.

„Oh, yeah Oscar picked it out this morning.“ you put on a fake smile, basically feeling Landos pulse as you two stood so close. You couldn‘t help it. A glance down at his lips. Was he trying to grow a beard? F*ck. „He also told me how he‘s looking foward to taking it off me tonight.“

Lando clenched his jaw. He wasn’t stupid. He saw those wandering eyes. So he did the one thing that his impulsive mind wanted him to.

„Shut up.“ he muttered before smashing his lips onto yours. You were taken aback. But god. That feeling. Those butterflies. It had only ever been like that with him. You kissed back. You missed him. It had been a whole year. You hadn’t forgotten though. Your hands wrapping around Landos neck pulling him closer as his hands gripped your bare thighs, wandering under your dress. It was a short lived pleasure because as soon as his hand had reached your hips the door was ripped open.

„Lan- What?“

[madamechrissy]

Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Little violence here. Breeding kink (Suguru needs twins duhh) Car blow jobs, cunnilingus, rough sex, hair pulling, very very very sexy Sugu (help my ovaries)

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your abusive groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 9 - Masterlist

Chapter 10

You stand outside Mahito’s house the next day, watching as Suguru marches up to the door, one hand holding yours in its big grip. He’s so tall, so powerful, and you realize that you’ve never seen him like this before, in pure fucking anger. It’s intimidating, but also incredibly hot, the normally calm Suguru Geto just on fire right now.

Fuck you love him.

He’s banging on the door  loudly with three sure knocks, and when Mahito opens it, his face drops when he sees him in confusion, but when he looks at you, he smirks instead, making you feel disgusted. As you look at Mahito’s little frame and then look at Suguru’s tall, broad form you’re confused that you found Mahito attractive, he looks like a little boy compared to him.

You’d had the image but now you see them, Suguru towering over him in the doorway.

“Aww, coming to bring her back? Do you have a receipt maybe, I don’t know… she looks more damaged now.” His eyes assess you, and you instantly feel awful, but Suguru smirks at him, walking right past him to his house.

Mahito’s house is a chaotic mess, lines of coke just sitting on a black tray on his table, clothes scattered everywhere. Suguru cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the room, even through the loud music Mahito is blaring. He rolls his blue eyes, swiping back his long light blue hair, and you can’t believe you found any affection from him, he’s clearly so cold.

“Yeah, come right in.” He shuts the door, crossing his arms then, in a ripped up shirt while Suguru is wearing a goddamn suit looks so fucking hot you can’t even deal with it.

You really upgraded, you think with a little smile.

“What’s got the stupid smile on your face? Getting used like a whore got you that happy over there-” And that’s when Suguru grabs him by the neck, slamming him into the wall so hard you can hear the thud echo. You flinch a bit at that.

“Keep your mouth shut, before it’s permanently shut. Got me?” Mahito is strangled then, clinging to Suguru’s hand to breathe, turning red.

Mahito laughs maniacally like a psycho as Suguru lets him down, coughing and rubbing his throat. "Ah, the new boyfriend. You're really playing this role huh?" Mahito says, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement.

"You're gonna regret the day you laid a finger on her," Suguru growls, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down your spine, but Mahito just smirks, his eyes flickering with something dark.

"I don't know what you're talking about, she begged for me.” Suguru scoffs, grinning then and looking over behind his shoulder at you.

“She only begs for me.” That makes you giggle, and you see Mahito finally glare over at you. “I should thank you, for letting her go finally. But… nah.” Then Suguru slams his fist into his stomach with a swift move.

“Oh my-fuck!” He cries out, huffing, holding his stomach bent over and honestly pathetic. Your torn between thinking Suguru is hot as fuck, being disturbed by the violence, and a little bit of sickness at such a thing.

It is mostly Suguru being super hot, though.

"You think I'm playing a role? This isn't a fucking game." Suguru's fists are clenched, his knuckles white with rage, and Mahito stumbles back, sneering.

"Look at you, fighting for nothing. She’s nothing.”

“You want her awfully bad, don’t you? Why don’t you admit it, that she was too good for you, so out of your league you had to manipulate her.” Suguru’s words run through you as he is snatching up Mahito by his shirt.

Mahito just looks right at you, somehow still grinning. He was truly crazy, you know that punch had to have hurt. “Her mouth was pretty good-”

"You're a pathetic excuse for a man, just a whiny little bitch." Suguru has punched him again, this time even harder, and you wonder if the crunch you hear is him breaking a rib.

“You know her mouth is good, has she shown you yet? I taught her everything she knows.” He blows a kiss, somehow still standing and laughing, fuck dude is disturbed, and you were with him.

Suguru pauses, and you see the veins in his neck pulse. “Suguru… maybe that’s enough?” You murmur then, but you see his dilated eyes, like pure black nearly the pupils are so big.

“Aw, you still care sweetheart? Are you desperate for him like you were me? Begging for a touch?”

You glare over at Mahito. “Never mind, go for it,” you say, and Suguru has his hand back on his throat, shoving him up on the wall.

 "I like you feisty, hmm. Kinda making you attractive.” Mahito is speaking even as Suguru’s hand tightens.

“Listen, this is just a warning. Stay away, or I’ll bring my friends, and I promise you’ll regret not taking this offer.” Suguru lets him go again, after shoving him onto the floor. 

Mahito laughs, the sound grating and cold. "You think you know her? She's pathetic, and she'll come crawling back to me when she's had enough of your pity fucks."

The words are like a slap in the face, and you flinch. Suguru's eyes narrow, and he bends over and hits Mahito again, sending him sprawling to the ground. You wince a bit, the hit so hard it had to hurt, and finally Mahito’s just coughing up on the floor, and his laughter is gone.

“You don’t get to manipulate her anymore. All because you wish you could have ever gotten anyone like her, this is the only way you can, isn’t it?”

“Fucking… she’s not yours. She won’t ever be. She knows I’m the only one who will take her as broken as she is.”

“She doesn’t want you. And if you touch her again, I’ll make sure that hand will never fucking work. I’ll shatter it so you can’t even jerk yourself to the thought of her. You think you were ever good enough?” Suguru is on his knee now, pulling him by his collar, and Mahito finally sighs, looking at you, then him, saying nothing.

“Sugu… maybe time to…” You’re murmuring, and Suguru nods, letting Mahito go, and he falls with a thud to the ground, coughing up, suddenly quiet.

“Princess, you don’t want to hit him? I’ll hold him for you.” Suguru’s dangerous glint in his eyes shows you an entire new side of him, as he protects you, as he cares for you, and you fall deeper, in the living room of your ex.

You had faced so much abuse, mentally…

Now physically.

But…

“I can’t.” You whisper, and Mahito is staring up at you in confusion, brows drawn together, and Suguru sighs, letting him go.

“Touch her pretty face again and I’ll make you look unrecognizable. Don’t come near her. Got it?” Mahito says nothing, he is still staring at you, and the look makes you shiver in fright for some reason.

“Let’s go, Sugu.” You say again, softly, holding out your hand for him, and he takes it, leading you out, and you can just feel the eerie stare like a hole burned in your back.

“You all right, Princess?” Suguru asks softly, and you nod, clinging to him then, electricity rushing through your veins like nothing you’ve ever felt.

“I love you, Suguru Geto.” Is all you whisper, and he exhales then, picking you up and holding you off the floor, you’re just dangling there, arms wrapped around his neck, enwrapping in his silky hair.

“I love you, Princess. I hope I didn’t scare you… I held myself back.”

“That was holding back!?”

“Oh yeah. Wanted to fucking kill him.” You tremble a bit, and he carries you to the car then, popping you on the hood for a moment and kissing you right on it, in front of the quiet neighborhood, in front of Mahito’s house.

You feel so good in his arms, strong and safe, and you ache to be there forever, brushing his long, silky hair back and kissing him over and over, sighing as you feel the adrenaline in your veins from how good you feel. Then you shiver, and see the blinds open and you freeze. Suguru looks down at you, caressing your face gently.

“Ready to come to my place?” You nod, focusing on him now, and he pouts a bit, running his hands down your arms gently. “It’ll be okay, I’ll keep you safe.”

You exhale, falling against him and letting him hold you close, you inhale his perfect scent, the intoxicating sandalwood that always lingers, as his big arms hold you so tightly. You do feel safe, even with Mahito’s gaze burning a damn hole in your back, you just worry that you’ve brought Suguru trouble, and you hate that.

“Let’s go, love.” You swoon at the word damn near, and nod, sliding into his fancy sports car, and soon you’re back on the highway, as the morning sun keeps rising, brightening everything around you all.

“I’m so excited!” He chuckles a bit.

“I should have brought you last night but we were…” His hand is on your bare thigh, fingers gripping the soft inner part. “Occupied.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, but as you look down at his hand you frown, seeing the knuckles all reddened and chafed. “Are you okay, Sugu?”

“I used to get into brawls, that was nothing.” You tilt your head curiously, watching two pieces of hair fall out of his bun then. You realize you still have so much to learn about him.

“Can I clean these up?”

“If you want to, Princess. I’m good though.” He smiles at you, and your heart flutters at the look in his eyes. “I won’t let him touch you. If you gotta move in…”

“Suguru! That’s crazy talk though, yeah?”

“I don’t know, is it?” Your mouth drops open, and he focuses on the road now as you all drive, squeezing your thigh now with his big hand.

“You can’t just have me move in to protect me. I don’t think he’ll really hurt me, I think he-”

“He already hurt you.” He says with a glare, and you sigh, because he’s right, you don’t really know what he’s capable of. “Something about him is fucked. How the fuck did you think that was a good dude to be with? No offense, please love. But…”

“No, I never thought he was a good dude. It was that I thought he was what I deserved though, shit better than I deserved.” Your voice is quiet as he continues driving, you watch his hand clutch the steering wheel, the perfect jawline clench.

“I hate that you felt that way.”

“It’s because… well, my dad left me, so it fucked my mentality.” You look away a bit, and he squeezes your thigh reassuringly again.

“I heard some in your sleep, I didn’t wanna pry.” He says softly, and you feel embarrassed, as your mind whirls.

“You did?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to wait for you to tell me. I don’t want to hear something you didn’t want me to know yet. So I just pushed it away.” You all come to a red light, and the soft glow of the sun makes Suguru’s golden skin glow so beautifully. You scooch closer, caressing his cheek, watching his dark lashes lower over those chocolate eyes of his.

“Thank you for that, really. I was planning to get into that soon.” You kiss his lips as the light goes green, and he pulls you against him, huffing a breath.

“Whenever, Princess.”

“Dad left me and mom when I was young, and well… I tried to connect with him, I didn’t wanna believe he’d just leave. So I was a brat you know, to mom, I feel horrible.”

“You were a kid.”

“I know. But…”

“Nah, a kid doesn’t know or realize why someone would do something so shitty, so don’t put that on yourself. You put enough.” You blink back emotion, snuggling against his strong arm now, sighing.

“Thank you for that, Sugu.”

“Anything for you, Princess.” He murmurs, kissing your head then, and you inhale his scent, letting it fill your senses, as you feel his warmth.

“I tried to connect and eventually he came out and said he had never wanted me, wanted a kid at all.”

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah. Um, that hurts.”

“No shit that hurts. Fuck him.” You giggle then, unexpedtedly, peeking up at his perfect profile. “Fuck whoever didn’t want you, first off, second off how do you not want your own kid?”

“I agree, if I have a kid I want to be the best mom ever.”

“I bet you will cry over all their boo-boos.”

“Hey!” He’s grinning, looking so damn handsome you have to peck more kisses along his cheek bone. “You’re right though.”

“You want kids?”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to be a mom. You seem to wanna make me one!?” He chuckles again, and you giggle along with him, as you come to another red light, and he plants a soft kiss on your lips, hand sliding higher and making you ache.

“I’ve never thought about it until my best friend got his wife pregnant, when I was on that vacation with the prettiest woman ever.” You flush bright pink at that, as he purrs the damn words.

“You’re too charming, should be illegal.”

“Mmm, it should be illegal to look that good.”

“Flatterer!”

“No, because I mean it, Princess.” You sigh, running a hand along the back of his neck, against his silken hair.

“I love you, Suguru Geto. You make everything in my past seem like… stepping stones almost, to get to you.” He exhales at that, eyeing you carefully, emotion on his features clear as day.

“That’s what they are, but I wish you didn’t have to go through any of it. I wish I could take all your hurt away.”

“Oh, Sugu… I’ll never stop crying if you’re so sweet!”

“I’ll stop being sweet then.” He murmurs, then he’s sliding his hand up, finding you under your skirt, soaking wet. You whine then, as you grow wet so quickly it’s embarrassing, and he groans as he feels it. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Mnh!” Is all you manage, as his finger circles your little clit, and your hips jerk up, craving more of his touch, and your hand starts sliding to his lap, rubbing him over his slacks, feeling the bulge already pressing.

“Fuck.” Is all he murmurs, then he sucks in a breath as you unzip him, flipping your position until you’re on your knees in the seat. “Princess…”

“Let me suck you, please Sugu?” You pout up at him as he comes to a stop for a moment, then he curses under his breath.

“How am I gonna say no to this offer?” You grin as he helps release himself, his thick cock springing out when he undoes his pants and yanks down his boxers. You damn near drool, bending down and licking hip up his length, following the vein that wraps his cock. He groans out, hand shaky as it brushes your hair back. “Jesus fucking christ, Princess.”

“Mmm. Yummy.” You whisper, and he’s driving on the road, while your head is bobbing, and he rolls up the tinted windows then, kicking on the air as you suck him up and down, swirling on the tip.

“F-fuck! You’re doing so good, love.” He murmurs, and it urges you on, as one of your hands starts pumping up and down and you focus on the tip, tongue on the sensitive ridge of his, lapping up salty precum. He’s inhaling and exhaling so loud, as his hand grips in your hair now, and you’re soaking wet, dribbling out of your little hole, down your thighs.

The engine of the car hums as you suck him off, eager and desperate to taste him, to please him, to hear his every moan and sigh. Suguru’s cock is thick in your mouth, twitching as you suck hard, your cheeks hollowing, making his hand tighten in your hair, and you moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.

“Princess, oh my god- I- will you slow down!?” You pull away with a popping sound, licking your lips and peeking up at him, his adam’s apple bobbing, hand in your hair even tighter.

“Too much, Sugu?” You tease, earning a glare, and it just urges you on. “You can eat me out and make me cum like five times, let me get you off.”

“Not this quick, nuh uh.”

“Yes, huh.” You both glare, but as you stroke his cock, twisting your little hand you watch him melt. “I wanna swallow your cum. Let me.”

“Where did you come from? I’ll never know.” He gently strokes your cheek, as he hits another light, and at that point that touch alone gets you close to cumming, the thrill of being in this car, the taste of him, it’s all too much. “Let me just…”

Suguru’s hand reaches around, and now he’s playing with your cunt, sinking a finger in, watching as you shiver, as you whimper out from pleasure, gushing down his hand, before sticking his fingers back in his mouth, moaning as he sucks your arousal off. “Sugu! Why do you gotta be so hot!?”

“Says you. You want all this cum in that throat, Princess?” You nod, eagerly, then he grips your hair, arching up his hips and shoving his cock so deep, you drool as you suck it down, eagerly taking his cock down to the base, your throat tightening around him. He’s fucking your mouth now, your nose brushing his pelvis, and he’s groaning, breathless.

He’s back to touching you again, only to suck on his fingers, tasting you each time, and the way he wants to so desperately urges you on more, as you swallow around his cock, your throat working, taking as much of him as you can. You feel his cock swell, his balls tighten under your touch as you drool down them, his thighs tense under the hand braced there.

Fuck he’s sexy.

“You’re too good at this, mmm- ah - Princess. You’re so good.” You eat up every bit of his praise, as you feel him throbbing now, and you know he’s close. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, back up, don’t want you- hey! I said- ah fuck, you’re such a brat!”

You don’t back up, you know he worries about choking you, but you’re so ready, as your cunt is so wet and there’s pressure in your tummy, just from sucking him. Suguru  starts to spurt his hot, thick cum into your mouth, and you take all of it, your throat contracting as you swallow everything.

“F-fuck…” His breathy cry shows you how sensitive he is, as you ease up, lapping every bit up and pressing little kisses to his tip, he jerks, sensitive, as you finally sit up, licking your lip.

“Yummy.” You murmur, and his lidded eyes drink you in, pulling over to the side of the road then, and your giggle is stopped when he slams his lips on yours, hands pulling your hair back roughly. “Mnh!”

“What do you do to me?” He whispers softly, cupping your face in his big hands, as cars whirl past you all. Your pussy is soaked when he’s touching you again, endlessly teasing your little clit, to where you can’t take it anymore.

“Suguru, I'm dying. Let’s get to your place. Please.” Suguru is kissing down your throat, and you’re crying out as his wet, hot lips decorate the delicate skin, your head tilting to the side.

“Wanna lick you right here.” His husky words do more damage to your already addled mind, as you lose sense of where you even are.

“How far? Mnh!” He nips your neck, his hands squishing your breasts in his grip, your nipples hardening to little peaks against his palms, your own hands are gripping his shoulders so tight.

“Twenty minutes. Ugh. Need you though.” You’re both desperate, as you kiss messily, teeth clicking together. “When you get there I don’t know if I’ll let you leave.”

“You gonna kidnap me? Yandere much?” He laughs, as do you now.

“You’re such a little nerdy brat.” You both kiss again, a little easier now. “I can’t ever get enough of you.” His eyes are dilated now, blown out, and you see him hardening again, making your eyes dart to it, then back to his, he flushes.

“I can do it more?” He groans, shaking his head.

“No, no, uh uh. Can’t take more, I’ll fucking wreck the car. Too good at it.” He speaks through gritted teeth, and you can’t stop the blissful, flushed feeling you get from his words, his touch, his energy. You bite your lower lip, hands sliding up his hard chest, sighing.

“Then let’s get to your place. Need the tour.”

***

You don’t see much of his house at first, it’s little glimpses more than anything, as you and Suguru Geto tear into each other, lips melding, until he turns you, your ass against him, kissing down the side of your neck. It’s tickling and tingling, every nerve ending is on fire as you focus, trying to take in the sleek, modern home Suguru lives in, beautiful and wide open.

“Oh fuck, it’s so pretty here, Sugu.” You murmur softly, he’s too busy touching you to respond more than a little grunt in your ear. Your hands hold his as his arms wrap around you, drinking in every detail now, noticing little paintings along the wall over the pretty fireplace. “Ooh!”

“Knew you’d like those.” He murmurs, and you turn to look up at him, damn near with hearts in your eyes, you adore him so much it just hurts.

“Can I go see?” You ask softly, Suguru nods, and comes to your side, guiding you by holding your hand. “Who even has fireplaces?”

He smirks at that. “I’ve only used it once. We could try it tonight?”

“That would be so cool!”

“You’re adorable.” You lean up on your tiptoes, to get a better view of the pretty paintings that adorn them, noting the oil texture, and you gently run your fingers on the air over it, not touching, but you can feel it, the emotion in them. The room is cool, as the air blows gently down your skin, sending a slight chill, making you shiver as you look at them intently.

“These are gorgeous. Who is the artist? I see no signature.” Suguru sobers up a bit then, and you look at him curiously, as he hunches just a bit, a hand running through silken locks, long and blown in various directions from the drive. You gently touch his arm then. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, of course it is.” He gives you a small little smile, one that breaks your heart then, with the sadness in his eyes pouring through. “My mother did these.”

His mother.

Fuck you know nothing yet, do you? You see the hurt clear as day and it breaks you, as you feel your throat tighten with the emotion, as you feel his energy. You look back to the beautiful paintings, the one in the middle catches your eye, it’s a dark figure but swirled with stars, as if the person was just outer space itself. It was so well done, and you could feel the passion she poured into it.

“Suguru, she was so talented, truly. I look at art all day. This is so beautiful, you can feel the… longing almost? The open mind, was she a bit of a daydreamer?” His mouth parts, and you tense then. “Shit, I should not assume! I shouldn’t-”

“No, she was. Um. She was always one with her nose in a book, head in the clouds, kind of spacey in places.” His voice takes a pained tone, and he sighs a bit, looking down.

“Like a dreamy smile on her face?” You ask, his eyes lock on yours, going wide then for a moment.

“How could you know that?” He asks, and you step a little closer, hands gently holding his own, feeling how stiff they’ve gone.

“Art can tell you so much about a person. I bet she was so beautiful. One day, if you want, you should show me. Is that okay to ask?” His eyes glitter then, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, as you realize you must have overstepped. “Oh my god, please don’t feel you have to. I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

“No, you’re not.” He says stiffly, and then he looks back at the painting, then back down at you. “When are you gonna show me your art?”

“I’ll show you whenever you want. At my apartment it’s there, but we were… occupied.” You blush, and he smiles just a bit.

“You remind me of her? Is that weird to say?” Suguru’s voice breaks you, and you can’t stop the fresh tears that build in your eyes.

“No, not at all. That’s a huge compliment. I imagine who raised a man like you was an incredible person.” Suguru turns away then, covering his face with a hand, and you gently touch his back.

“I don’t ever really talk about this.”

“You don't have to. I’m too much! Please… I’m so sorry-”

“No.” He turns now, taking you in his arms, and you see the redness right around his eyes, as he bends down, holding you so tightly. “Mom would have loved you. I wish… fuck.”

“Suguru, I’m so sorry.” Tears pour down your cheeks as your heart aches for him, and then he’s kissing you, drinking the salty tears up, and you cling to him tightly.

“I don’t… talk about them. Ever.” He whispers, and you shatter, you hurt so badly for the man you love, it’s like you feel it all, his grief, what he holds in.

“It hurts to talk about them, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does, but then… I should remember them. How did I not realize how similar you two are?” He kisses your forehead sweetly, exhaling, as you two hold each other in front of the fireplace, soft lights from outside filtering through.

“I wish I could have met her too. I’d thank her for having you.”

“Why do you do this!? It’s not manly to fucking cry.” You both laugh through your emotion, and he’s cupping your face, shaking his head as he studies you. “You bring out too many things in me.”

“You do too, Suguru.”

“No, you’re a little open book, miss tears.” He swipes them away as he speaks, and you tremulously smile. “I fall deeper every moment.”

“Suguru, so do I. Every second I breathe, I fall more.” He takes your lips back in his, gently holding you close, and you fell into the embrace so easily, fuck nothing feels more right than being here, in his arms.

“I would love to show you some photos sometime. And talk more.”

“Really!?” He nods, and you smile brightly, his breath catches, chocolate eyes lidded then.

“You’re the most beautiful person there is. You know that?” You look down, flushing with his praise, but he tilts your chin up. “You are.”

“Thank you, Suguru Geto. You make me feel beautiful every day. I don’t even know what life was before you.” Your arms wrap around his neck, popping little kisses along his jawline, feeling him tense now, your breasts pressed on his chest.

“I feel this place was lonely without you.” He says then, and your heart pounds in your chest, as you snuggle into his warm embrace.

“Oh Sugu, that’s how I feel about my place. Lonely now. We really got spoiled with that trip.” His lips are hot on your cheeks, as he plants kisses across your face gently.

“We did. Are you hungry, love? Thirsty?” You nod, and he chuckles, breath tickling your neck. “Which one?”

“Both. For you.” Your eyes lock onto his, and you watch those full lips part open, his gaze getting glazed over, you feel him getting tense against you.

“I wanted to kill him today.” The change in subject surprises you, and your eyes dart up to his serious face nervously, making you gulp a bit, throat dry. “I want to kill him, still, for everything he fucking did.”

“Suguru, I’m yours though. Yours.” He exhales, then he’s picked you up, and you cling to him, legs around his hips, his hands gripping your ass tightly.

“All mine, and no one else can touch you.” His words send shivers down your spine, and now you remember just how wet you were, how ready. How much you crave to fall in his arms, always.

“Show me that bed, Sugu.” You whisper against his lips, and before you know it you’re up the stairs, and you’re pressed against a huge, soft bed, with black and red blankets and pillows.

“Didn’t I promise you’d love when I pushed your head into it?” Suguru’s voice makes you tremble with need, you eagerly lick your lower lip and turn around, ass in the air, Suguru’s sharp intake of breath urges you.

“Like this, Sugu?” Your head falls, ass pressing back, then he grips you tightly, shoving your skirt up and yanking down your panties, all sticking to you.

“What good have I done to earn you in my bed like this?” He’s pulling you then, to the edge of the bed, your knees up and spread, and you’re open and waiting, shaking as you feel his breath on your cunt, just that alone has you whimpering. “Mmm, are you so easy for me, Princess? Haven’t licked you yet.”

“I could cum from a flick. I'm so sensitive.” You grumble, and he’s chuckling now, even more hot breaths as he grabs your ass, hands digging in and squishing as you jerk like crazy, wetness drooling down your lips.

“Let’s see if it’s true.” Then he’s there, his tongue sliding along your slit, making you jolt and arch up, grip the bed tightly.

“Sugu!” You cry out, legs trembling at how good it feels, and he keeps licking you, his hot tongue so fucking good as he’s tasting you, his teeth scraping your little clit, his chin against your entrance.

“You taste s’good, mmm.” He whispers against your folds, between more sloppy kisses, and you bite your lip to keep from screaming out, your eyes rolling back, your hips rocking back to meet his mouth.

You start to cum hard, and he keeps licking, keeps working you, until your thighs are trembling and your knees threaten to give out, but he’s got you, his arms around you, holding you up, his mouth never leaving your pussy, never letting you go. Your legs are just giving out, toes curling up under knee high socks he hadn’t taken off yet, fabric brushing the blankets with each movement.

“Suguru! Oh my- I- ngh!” You let out strangled, muffled cries, face still pressed in the bed as you shatter, as your oversensitive cunt is just gushing all over his face. You can hear him lapping you up, sipping your cum, before you hear him unbuckle his belt, and you get even wetter, craving him to fill you.

“Need you, now, Princess.” His voice is gruff, you arch your ass more, making him suck in a breath, then he’s got his cock in his hand, guiding it into your eager hole. Fuck he’s so deep like this, slamming through your slit straight to your cervix, making you scream out, pushing up on your arms.

“Suguru, so so good, yes, yes.” You’re mumbling incoherently, and he grips the skirt you still wear, using it to anchor himself deeper, in a brutal thrust that nearly knocks you over, and it pushes you over the edge again. “Ah!”

“Can you take it rough, love? Need to… claim… you’re mine…” He’s frenzied, as he struggles to hold back, sliding in and out of your cunt as gently as he can. You peek back at him, still in his dress shirt, his beautiful hair flowing over his handsome features, and your cunt throbs around his cock, as you nod.

“I can take it. Swear. Want it.” You urge him on, hearing his moan behind you, desperate grip on your hip as he starts pounding into you, the sound of skin smacking loud in Suguru’s big bedroom.

“If it’s too much… Tap me yeah?” You nod, then he’s pressing your head down into the mattress and fucking into you, bruising your cervix with each thrust as you’re cumming all around his thick length, as he’s stretching you, and you feel yourself clenching around him, close again. “Fuck you feel so good. Made for me, aren’t you Princess?”

He lifts your head, and you catch a quick breath, as he’s pulling your hair so hard tears prick your eyes, but you love it, you nod eagerly as he’s pulling, cumming all over his cock, his thighs, down to the pants still half on him. He’s sucking in a breath, the hand gripping your hip digging even deeper, thumb against your hip bone pressing and giving you even more pain, but fuck you love it.

“Sugu… sugu… mnh!” You can’t manage to speak, as you see little stars, as he’s fucking you brutal, and you don’t even know how you’re taking it, but you want more, so much more. “Y-yes, yes!”

“Perfect - ah - fuck you’re-” Suguru breaks off with a shaky groan, pushing in and rocking then, he feels himself bottom out in you, and you’re squeezing him like a vice, so tight he can’t move for a moment. “Princess…”

“Sugu…” You whine out, your voice is shaky and hoarse, as your toned thighs are shaking under you. Sugaru’s hands slide down the sides of them, feeling the muscles contract as you back your round ass up for more, he yanks those thigh highs down, to feel more. Fuck he loves your legs, loves your ass, loves your entire body, especially when it’s melting under him.

“Need you naked.” He murmurs, and then he’s pulled out for just a moment, unzipping your skirt to reveal that perfect ass of yours, the one that jiggles so goddamn good, and those sexy dimples in your back. He pulls you to your knees, to slip the top over your head, his hands running over your ribcage, to grip right under your bouncy breasts.

“Suguru, I love you.” You whisper softly, and you’re grinding on his thigh with your hot, soppy cunt, drooling on his pant leg. Huh. Suguru still has those on? He is too absorbed with feeling every inch of you to notice. He feels every inch of you as he lets you grind eagerly.

“I love you, Princess.” He murmurs, then he’s sliding his cock back inside you, as you’re on your knees, and now he holds your firm hips, urging you to bounce on his cock, and you whine out, barely able to grind. He chuckles, inhaling your scent, as he brushes your hair off your delicate neck. “Can’t move, love?”

“N-no, too much. Thighs hurt.” You mumble, and he’s rubbing them then, pressing his fingers into the muscles, so tense, and you shiver, head falling back against his chest. “Mmnh, thank you.”

“Mmhmm.” He bucks his hips up, watching your mouth open wide, eyes scrunching together as you turn your head towards him, and he feels your walls fluttering, making him sensitive. “Better?”

“Y-yes. Mnh…” You can barely speak, Suguru loves getting you here, fuck he loves watching you fall apart for him, loves feeling your abdomen tense, loves feeling that bulge as he slides in so deep. He’s pressing hard, and you’re screaming out, pausing your movements, shaking.

“I can feel my cock here, can you Princess?” He takes your little hand, putting it on your lower tummy, and you gasp as you feel his cock, eyes opening wide to look back at him. Cock drunk eyes, glittering, so beautiful it makes him closer just from that look of yours.

“That’s your- ah!” He shoves up deep again, grinning as your hand presses in, as you feel him, and you start losing the last bit of control.

“You feel it, don’t you?” You nod, grinding on him now, and he’s losing his own control, you’re so hot, wet and tight, your hand clutching his as he moves.

“I feel it. Oh my- cumming- Sugu cum in me. Please.” You beg now, and who is he to turn down such a pretty offer?

Suguru can’t wait till that flat tummy is round with him.

“Cum in you, you want me to fill you up?”

“Please, please… put those babies in- ah- me!” You beg now, and you feel your every nerve on fire, everywhere he touches is making your muscles tense, your body is going weak, twitching as you feel his huge bulge in your tummy.

“You’ll look so fucking beautiful, filled with me.” His husky voice kills you, and now he grabs your face with one hand, slamming his firm lips on yours, and you’re screaming out into them, letting him drink your cries. You’re shattering around him, blinded by the force of your orgasm, and then he’s pushing your hips down, and pumping in you, groaning.

His hot cum fills you up so full, you can’t even take it, so hot as it coats your walls, you feel his panting breaths on your lips, feel him shiver under you as his cock twitches. Your aftershocks are milking his cock for every bit sucking that cum up in deep, making him softly whine out, so sexy you can’t take it.

“You ovulating or something? Fuck.” He groans out, and you giggle.

“I wouldn’t know. Why?”

“It’s like you want all this cum, sucking me dry.” You giggle again, leaning your head back on him, your entire body weak from your exertions.

“I think I always am for you. Ever since you said you wanted twins in here.” You pull up his hand, putting it on your tummy.

“It would be so sexy round with me. It’s true.”

“Freaky Sugu.”

“Says you.” You’re bright pink, as he eases out of you, making both of you hiss out a bit at the sensation. “Did I go too rough?”

“No, I liked it rougher.” You’re even pinker now, and he smirks.

“You’re so cute. My little virgin.”

“Not at all now! You’ve done all kinds of things.” He chuckles, caressing your cheeks gently.

“Still lots to try with you, pretty.” Your mind runs rampant, but soon he’s helping you clean up, being so gentle and careful with you, it melts you. “Ah she’s all red.”

“I don’t care, she’ll be okay.” He just shakes his head, grinning up at you, stopping your heart with how gorgeous he looks, how much you adore him damn near constricting your throat. You brush his hair back, all wild and messy from fucking into you, he kisses the hand that caresses him.

“Shower?” You nod, and then his phone goes off. He peeks at it, sighing. “Your bestie?”

Suguru snorts, rolling his eyes. “Of course it is. Is it okay-”

“Of course!”

He kisses your cheek, swiping a thumb along the screen, and he puts his friend right on speaker. “Hey Satoru.”

“Sugu! Buddy you put a baby in her yet?” Suguru is bright red, and you are too, to the tips of your ears, looking to Suguru in shock.

“You’re… on speaker, Satoru.” He mumbles, and now you really wanna know just how close these two are.

“Oh shit, hey island babe!” You giggle at the deep voice on the other end, rolling your eyes a bit.

“Hello, Gojo. How are you?”

“How are you? Bet he fucked up your-”

“Satoru!” Suguru growls out, and you hear raucous laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. You good though? I heard some asshole touched you. Need me to pay him a visit?” He doesn’t even know you and he already would protect you, something about that makes your heart swell. You snuggle up to Suguru then, and he wraps an arm around you.

“I’m good now, Suguru decked his ass.” Gojo laughs at that.

“Good, but if it happens again he’s so fucked. Mmm, listen I called because we’re doing a get together at our place. I’d love you to come meet everyone.”

“I would love to!”

“We’ll be there.”

“Good deal. See you heathens tomorrow, I can’t wait for the wifey to meet you.”

“I can’t wait to meet her!”

“Have fun, brats.” Satoru hangs up then, and you look at Suguru with narrowed eyes for a moment.

“What!?”

“You told him you wanna… knock me up!?”

Suguru sighs, covering his face with a hand for a moment. “Listen, we are really, really close. Too close? I’m sorry.”

“How close?”

“Um…”

“Like y'all were together?” You ask curiously, and he chuckles, shaking his head at that.

“No, like best friends though. Like we may have. Fucked women together?” His last words were a mumble, and you blink for a moment.

“Oh god, you were a hoe, huh?”

“Not that big of a hoe!”

“Uh huh.” You poke at his strong chest, fingertips sliding down the lettering of the tattoo you love.

“Are you jealous?”

“Very.” At that he’s grinning, and yanks you against him.

“My hoe days are way behind me. This beautiful girl reformed me. She also has a big ass and-”

“Sugu!!”

“What!?” You both laugh, then he’s dragging you to his bathroom, it’s sleek, modern and huge, the shower alone is bigger than your bathroom.

“Oh it looks so nice, Sugu!”

“Let me wash you, Princess.” He starts the shower, and soon you all are inside of it, the hot water pounding on your already overheated bodies, you get heady as he washes your hair, washes your body, spending too much time on your ass.

“You’re such an ass man.” You tease, and he is smirking behind you, gripping it with soapy hands.

“It’s a perfect match. Are you excited about tomorrow, or nervous?” He asks, rinsing you with the detached head.

“I’m nervous they won’t like me. But excited to meet them!”

“Nah, they’ll love you, promise. You’ll love Gojo’s wife. She’s also one of my very good friends. God, Satoru is such an idiot I was surprised.”

“An idiot huh?”

“You’ll find out.”

“And you fucked girls with him.”

Suguru chuckles at your tone. “I didn’t even know you yet!”

“Hmph.”

“You’re hot when you’re  jealous.” He’s wrapping his arms around your waist, and you feel so goddamn good, this morning seems so distant. You’re still afraid, but with Suguru, you feel like you can handle it, though something about that look… “You okay Princess?”

Mahito’s cruel words still eat at you, you shove them down, looking up at the man who is your everything. “I’m so good, Suguru. Just thinking… how I want nothing to mess this up.”

He frowns a bit then. “I won’t let him touch you.”

“I know, Sugu, I know.” Suguru kisses you deeply, desperately, in his pretty black and white tiled shower, and you try to shove that fear away, but it wants to linger, until you finally lose yourself in him, in his touches, in his taste, in his hold. “Mnh, you’re my everything.”

He pulls back, now you’re facing him, head tilted back, and he’s running a hand down your slick body, down your little waist, up the side of your breast, as his other hand cups your face. “You’re my everything. That’s why I’ll keep you safe.”

“I love you.” He exhales, and you fall into each other.

You don’t want anything to fuck this up.

You don’t know if you can take it.

Chapter 11

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/149324236

[targaryenfelikayt]

dusty attic boxes. |Bo Sinclair|

wc: 799 summary: On a quiet evening in Ambrose, you unexpectedly find Bo on the porch, and a rare moment of vulnerability between you stirs painful memories of his mother. tags/warnings: lots of small things, unhappy childhood, Bo is not a jerk, heart-to-heart talks. Notes: and this is my favorite slasher, yes, yes.

You're washing the last dish in the kitchen, the faint hiss of the radio playing some ballad, your only connection to the outside world, aside from the old TV with a couple of channels that hurt your eyes if you stare too long. The moment the tap shuts off, a strange emptiness washes over you. The chores are done for the day, and the brothers have scattered: Bo is likely holed up in the garage, Vincent is working on his wax figures, and Lester, after dinner and polite thanks, has gone off to handle the dirty work. Life in Ambrose flows in its usual rhythm: tourists, blood, calm. You're grateful that tonight it's the latter, but it's in these quiet moments that the loneliness creeps in.

Your feet carry you to the porch, just to take in the view of the dark little town. But as you open the door, you realize the eldest Sinclair brother has been sitting there all along.

“Oh, Bo, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Normally, he’d bark at something in return, something that would either make you swallow back hurt tears or burn with quiet anger. But tonight, there's no sharp comment. Judging by the number of beer cans and the full ashtray, he’s been here a while, making no noise, giving nothing away.

“You’re the least annoying of all the things that piss me off. You can stay, if you want.” He doesn’t even turn his head, staring off into the distance.

You hesitate at the threshold. Neither of you have ever been particularly easy around each other. Bo seems to hate everyone, including himself, so being near him was always a challenge. Still, with a soft sigh, you let your body sink onto the bench. For a long time, you sit in silence, each lost in your own thoughts, until the cold starts to creep under your skin. Bo notices the goosebumps rising along your arms, though you’ve said nothing. With a loud thud, he sets down the bottle, stands, and grabs a blanket to drape over your legs.

“Thanks. I still can’t get used to how quickly the temperature shifts here.”

“I just got tired of seeing Mama’s damn dress in my face,” he mutters, finishing the last of his beer with a bitter smile.

Your eyes glance down with a hint of disgust, taking in the floral fabric.

“Relax. She never wore it. I bought it one summer while working at the sugar factory, back before they shut it down. She thought the cut and print were ridiculous. No idea why I kept it, but you must’ve been digging really deep to find it.”

“In a box,” you cough slightly. “It was in a box up in the attic. I thought it was kind of sweet-looking… though I don’t know why they used it to cover up all the trophies and medals.”

In the dim light, a flame flares up, followed by the scent of a cigarette. The silence stretches on again, but you don’t try to break it, until he does.

“She threw them up there while she was still alive. My school stuff never meant much to her. Not like Vincent’s did. Mama only had eyes for her craft.”

A scene flashes through your mind—young Bo running a marathon, winning, bringing home a shiny trophy, only for his mother to scoff and mutter that it’s only good for holding cigarette butts. You feel sorry for him. Sorry for all of them. All because two people who should never have had children… did. You reach out for his cigarette surprisingly; he lets you take a drag.

“Why not put them back out? I’ll clear the space. One shelf for your sports stuff, Vincent’s figures, Lester’s knives. How about that?”

Sinclair grimaces, eyes drifting back to the shadows.

“What for? They belong in the attic, gathering dust like always.”

You click your tongue in disapproval, handing the cigarette back.

“Because it matters. And you say that like you're the one who must dust them. I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Your dad’s trophies are still hanging in the study, why should yours be hidden?”

You start to rise from your seat, but Bo grabs your wrist before you can leave.

“Don’t do that again.” His voice is low but not threatening, just a quiet request.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t smoke in that dress. You look too damn much like her.”

Your mouth opens, then closes again in a silent response. He stubs out the cigarette among four identical butts and guides you back into the house, switching off the lights on the first floor along the way. He doesn’t say another word as he ends another day in Ambrose. A day that, somehow, wasn’t quite like the others.

My magical ladies, you can always write to me who you would like to see in headcanons or separate one-shots. I do not promise that it will be quick, but I will listen to each of your messages😘

[rreskk]

NAGGING

A small oneshot between Submissive!Trevor and Fem!reader.

Summary: He always accused you of nagging him around, even in the wrong. This time he was nagging you to treat him like a filthy whore after you had returned to the trailer - the trailer filled with grub and his burden. Word count: 1454 TW: Smut, dirty talk, angst (?)

NOTES: Sorry this took ages. I've been obsessing over The Good The Bad and The Ugly for days now

Trevor always told you about the fantasy of being fucked. In some days, he’d rather “be fucked than be the fucker”, and he was in one of those moods; slumping around the place, depressed and miserable, his mouth tied to the end of his meth-pipe with nothing to lose. He was fucking himself dirty, living like that. You watched him from the bedroom and scoffed in disgust.

He wore your dress with smudged makeup to his wrinkled face. He obviously applied it himself as the blush was shades too bright and the eyeliner smoked around his droopy eyes, whether that was caused by sweat or tears. It was a pathetic sight. You just came home from work to see your man wonder the trailer in your clothes and no will to live.

“Trev.”

“What?” His voice was stern and beasty. When you called his name, he was disturbed and shouted back with an ugly attitude and a meth-head bite.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” You frowned. “Why have you got my dress on?”

“Why’d you fuckin’ care? You never fuckin’ wear it anyway.”

“Any reason you are wearing it?”

“Shut the fuck up,” He grouched and manspread across the couch, his bare genitals dangling from the open dress. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

You stood up from the bed and walked forwards. Your footsteps were loud yet he refused to look up from his meth-pipe, sucking it and whining softly when it evaporated out of his nostrils.

“What’s up with you today?” You glared down at him. “There’s shit all over the floor, your walking around with your cock out, the bathroom toilet is blocked again. What happened?”

Trevor threw the pipe aside and raised one of his knees, fully exposing himself to you with a fiery glare. His throat vibrated through the trailer with depth and deepness, “Why do you care?”

Unconsciously scoffing, you avoided the sight of his open genitals and crossed your arms, breath heavy; wanting your “man” to grow some decency.

“Look at me.”

“No,” You shook your head and stood back. “I won’t.”

“Am I that disgusting to you?”

“No – “

“You find it disgusting when I wear your clothes and ask for a bit of fuckin’ loving?”

“Loving?” You repeated, scowling, “That is not asking for loving. That is an escape plan. You’re trying to piss me off.”

Trevor laughed obnoxiously before standing up, the dress strap on his shoulder falling down his forearm, further exposing a nipple as he walked towards you. Out of everything you stared at; his eyes took you by the neck.

“I want some loving…” His voice slurred and head tilting. Obviously he was high – as a kite. He wobbled towards you, ignoring the disgust on your face, and nuzzled his face between your collarbone and neck, inhaling then exhaling.

His body was forced against yours. Revoltingly crumbling into your arms. His mood-swings held you at gun-point. You wanted to nurture his wobbly state but your anger refrained any weakness. Instead, you pushed him back; breaking your heart in the process.

He made a small grunt and stumbled on his heel before double-looking you with a furious gaze.

“The fuck you push me for?” Trevor heaved.

In your mind, it would be taking advantage of his misery and consumption of drugs to fuck him. Something told you to forget it and go under the covers but something else told you it wasn’t safe, nor was he in the right condition to know what he wants from you.

He was too unpredictable and it took you months to understand the slightest slippery surface of his mind.

“I can’t,” You finally murmured. “You’re too high, Trevor. Just go – You need sleep. I-I think you need sleep.”

“I don’t need sleep, mam.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Just gimme what I want,” Trevor clenched his fists. “I want you. I’ve been waiting all fuckin’ day, mam. I’m sorry if I disgust you or whatever the fuck you’re being a pussy about. I just want my woman!”

You looked away, conflicted. The smell of piss and sweat suffocated the inside of his trailer; luring you into giving into his grossness.

“Ignore the mess, Angel… Ignore me if that helps. Throw a fuckin’ pillow over my head, choke me, turn me around – I don’t care, just fuck me, baby! Mam! C’mon…”

“Trevor…” You groaned and made eye-contact with his wet, dark eyes. Oh, how they stabbed you in the guts.

With his name tainting your lips, he ignored the soft cries and embraced you within seconds, his arms capturing you against his shaky figure.

“Ignore me…” He repeated as you weakened and took him by the wrist, kicking through the state of his floor and entering the bedroom.

His whines echoed through the bedroom after you pushed into him with the strap.

Despite the mere disgust still rotting you from the inside out, the pleasure plastered across his face gave you a swift adrenaline rush. You hovered over his body and thrusted into him more just to hear him groan and murmur your name.

The dress was discarded and he laid bare. He grabbed onto his own chest as you fucked him with the long strap. He took it all in; enjoying every moment.

“Good boy…” You found yourself saying whenever he made noises.

“I’m a worthless slut, ma. Please, please heal me, please – “

“Shush, baby.”

Trevor panted and stared up at you, lazily smirking, “Make me shut up, mommy. Shut me up. Fuckin’ gag me.”

Your hands were ripping the skin of his hips as you thrusted back into him, grunting at the impact of his legs wrapping themselves around your waist.

“Fuck me up, mam. I’m beggin’.”

“You’re begging, huh?” You said hoarsely.

“Don’t I deserve shit, baby?” Trevor’s eyes were full of stars. “I want you to hit me. I’m just a fuckin’ prick, mam. I’m a worthless man.”

Seeing him admit the wrecked of a state he was, you smiled. Smiling harder than you had realised.

“Ohh… Fuck… I feel so fuckin’ good…” His whines never stopped. Trevor was sprawled out over his bed like a rabid dog.

“God, you’re unbearable,” You said with a soft smirk, thrusting into him again and causing such reactions.

“More, more… More… More, ma, more – “

His begging was loud enough to be heard outside the trailer with its thin metal walls. Shouting names and curses, moaning with voice cracks and cries; he kept on enjoying your punishment until he came onto his stomach again, breathing heavily and eyes dizzy.

Any more and you knew he was going to get knocked out.

“Trev,” You pressed a hand against his sweating forehead and hissed, his temperature burning you within an instance, “Fuck, baby. You’re burning up.”

Trevor didn’t respond but breathed heavily and rolled to his side, grunting.

“You okay?”

“M’no. No, I’m not okay. I’m fuckin’ tired and horny, ma.”

“Let me cool you off,” Knowing how to give him a smoother finish, you gently caressed his flaming cock and rubbed him off, watching the way his legs shook and back arch at your business.

Trevor was easy to please. Grinding into your palm, he whimpered your name until it felt dry on his tongue.

“Ohhhh, fuck…”

“One more, baby,” You told him, warming up his cock between your palms.

He arched his back with a soft whine, “Gonna cum… Need to cum…”

Ushering him to orgasm one more time – he took in your words.

Trevor grunted roughly as his cum squirted onto his stomach again, the pile of whiteness oozing down his skin and making a small puddle underneath his frame on the bed. He looked drugged; though this time it wasn’t the meth. It was the way you pounded in and out of him mercilessly, and he enjoyed every moment.

“Goddamn…” He breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

His penis fell limb and you lied beside him, fumes captivated by the smell of his sweat and body. You smiled, “Feel better?”

Trevor nodded without a word.

“You gonna sleep now?”

Scowling, he nodded again, out of defeat.

“Good boy…”

“Just… Don’t get fuckin’ mad at me…” He murmur when turning to his side, “I fuckin’ hate when you nag at me.”

“You were the one nagging me today, and look where we ended up?”

“Maybe I’ll nag you more.”

You chuckle at him, “I’m surprised you have the strength for that.”

“Until I drop dead, sugar. You better keep going.”

[squidgamenation]

-Unexpected Pairing-

Chapter 1

Deliquent!Se-mi × Overachiver!Female Reader

This is a multi-chaptered school au se-mi x reader fic, this is chapter 1 so please read the prologue or this won't make that much sense!

Prologue

Warnings: Rotating POVs, Homophobia, Homophobic Language/Slur, Drug use (smoking), Some angst. Reader and her friends are stuck up. Reader's friends are homophobic

Word count: 1,053

Chapter 1: Why her?

[Reader POV]

Your interaction with Se-mi left your mood a little.. sour. You weren't use to being turned down like that, and this girl was supposed to be your partner? Seriously, what was Mr. Byun thinking when he paired you with her? It's like he's setting you up for failure.

You approach your friend group's cafeteria table with a frown on your face, which was unusual for you. Normally you'd be wearing a cheerful smile, all bubbly and bright. You sit down with a sigh, which your friends seem to notice immediately since Mi-na hushed their giggles, a smirk on her face.

"Heyy, _____," She spoke with a condescending tone, trying to stifle a snicker. You look over at her, your expression turning confused. "Yeah..?" You give her a puzzled look, taking your lunchbox out from your backpack. Your friend Yoon-ju giggles besides her, earning her a nudge from Mi-na. Your gaze flickers between them, slightly annoyed by their constant laughing. Yoon-ju clears her throat, having to composing herself before speaking up. "How'd Mr. Byun's class go? I heard he's *assigning* partners for the project." You glanced over at Mi-na, your eyes narrowing at her and her suspicious smirk. You should've known she'd say something.

You clear your throat, beginning to poke at your food. "It was okay," You shrug, trying not to seem bothered. Yoon-ju raised an eyebrow, seeing through your act. "Oh really? I thought you got paired with Se-mi.." She hummed, smirking at you. "You got paired with *Se-mi?* Seriously?" Your friend Eun-mi interjected as she sat down at the table, a shocked look on her face.

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as she burst out laughing. "It's not that bad-" You protested, though you were interrupted by Mi-na. "____, it's *Se-mi*, it really is that bad." She taunts, her tone snarky. "Yeah, I heard she's like a raging homo." Eun-mi states, leaning in as she whispered the last word, a disgusted look on her face. Yoon-ju nods in agreement, her face contorting in distaste. You frown, looking down at your food in discomfort. You didn't really want to discuss the rumors surrounding her.

"Who're we talking about?" Yoon-ju's annoying boyfriend Beom-seok butted in, sitting down next to her and slinging his arm around her shoulders. "Han Se-mi," She informed with a hum, leaning into him. "____ got paired with her." You groan, hiding your face in your hands. "Can we stop talking about this.." You mumble, but your words go ignored. "Se-mi? That Nam-junkie's hot sister?" He raised an eyebrow in intrigue, a disturbing smirk on his face. Yoon-ju scowls, hitting him in the arm. "Don't talk about that dyke like that." She snaps, rolling her eyes. Your face falls at her words, your eyebrows furrowing. "Yoon-ju, you can't say that." You state, frowning at her. She rolls her eyes again, mumbling under her breath. "Oh shut up, It's true.."

You shake your head, tuning the rest of the converstation out as you focused on finishing your food. You were already in a bad mood, and they were just making it worse.

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The rest of your classes after lunch went smoothly, and you were grateful you didn't have cheer pratice today. The last thing you needed was the whole team asking about Se-mi. Was she really that big of a deal? You never really noticed her, just heard the rumors about her. You just hoped that you'd be able to get through this project and never have to talk to her again.

You approach your front door after a short walk from the school, unlocking it and walking into the house. It was dark and cold inside, quiet too. Though, it was normal for you, coming home to an empty home, having to wait hours for your mother to come back from her office. Well, it wasn't really empty, your father was there, but he was almost always unreachable. Upstairs in his fancy office, on the phone or computer all day. So really, it was *like* you were alone.

You sigh, taking off your shoes before walking into the dinning room and flicking on the switch, the dim glow of the chandelier being the only light besides the low sunlight seeping in through the windows. You quietly slide into one of the many chairs, which you always found to be an unnecessary ammount. There was only three of you living here, so why would you need so many empty spots? Maybe to make it feel more full, though it didn't work.

Pulling out the handout from your backpack, you begin to go over the project by yourself. It's a long, three week assignment that's worth 50% of your grade. You groan, resting your forehead against the table. Three weeks having to work with *Se-mi*? You weren't sure you could handle that long. And 50%? If you failed to get along with her, all your hardwork from earlier this year would be for nothing. You had to get the best possible score, or you could kiss SNU goodbye. That would leave your mother disappointed in you, and you couldn't stomach the thought.

With pressure weighing heavy on your shoulders, you take out your textbooks and notes, going over every possible equation to make sure you were ready for this.

———

[Se-mi's POV]

Se-mi sat on her bed boredly, a joint dangling between her fingers. In the living room, she could hear her brother Nam-gyu and his friend Thanos laughing about *something*, who knows what. It was annoying.

She had been trying to play a new song on her guitar, but it left her frustrated. Now she was staring at the crumpled handout paper in her hand, reading over the directions for that new project. To say she was uninterested was an understatement. Working with that popular girl for three weeks sounded like absolute hell. Even worse, you seemed completely fake. The way you smiled cheerfully irked Se-mi. She had heard your complaining to the teacher, didn't even give her a chance before trying to switch. Though she couldn't deny that you were pretty, it was a small pro.

Not that she wanted to do the project with her, she'll probably just skip tomorrow so she doesn't have to. That girl could do it on her own, she's smart, she probably doesn't even want her help.

That's it! Sorry this one is short, the next chapter will be longer and have actual se-mi and reader interactions lol. Hope you enjoyed!

[agelr94]

Our Long Lost Bond 🪷

(A Sun Wukong x Reader fanfiction where reader was his childhood friend during their time in subodhi's place)

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Chapter 1: A New Face

The sun slowly rose with beaming light, a sign for the new beginning of your day. You have been prepared your needed equipment before heading out to your new class since previous night, feeling restless and excited for your first day learning in patriarch Subodhi's place.

You followed the map that was given to you, your eyes diligently scanning the right path of your journey. Until then the path leads to an end, a sealed cave with massive door tightly shut beneath it. You were unsure if this cave is the right place of your destination, but you dared yourself to give a knock on its door. Not even a second after, the door swung open and a person peeked out from the door. As if they already recognize you, they smiled and lead you into the cave, where the patriarch done his teachings. "Come inside, young one. The master has been waiting for you," They spoke to you.

You found yourself surrounded with other disciples, some were sparring and training their strength, while the other spend their time studying scriptures and practicing Dao. You met with the patriarch that you will soon call as "Master", introducing yourself and then become one of his diciples. You have stayed there for months, enjoying a simple life among your friends under you master guidance,

Until...

A strange monkey found this place. He entered the place with his clothes looked all shabby and disheveled, leaping around the room begging for Master Subodhi to accept him as his student and teach him. You and your other friends feel disturbed by his immature and disrespectful act towards your master, shouting at him to leave this place and never return. But this monkey is more stubborn than you thought, he kept begging to your master for his teaching that in the end, he finally accepted him as his new student.

Master Subodhi asked for the monkey's name. But to his surprise, the monkey has been wandering around for years nameless in his way. And so, he gave the monkey a new name for him to use, Sun Wukong. Your tongue subconciously repeat the monkey's name under your breath, not even taking your eyes off from the new face in this place. But you still can't believe this monkey will be your new school mate, and the thought of it making you shiver in disgust.

Later after the unexpected event, you and your friends taking a rest under a tree to relax and chat. But your frustration continue to take the toll on you, and you seem cannot get rid of that monkey from your head and couldn't even enjoy chatting with your friends. "Unbelievable! How could master just let him enter and be with us??" You expressed your annoyance to your friends, leaving them in surprise by your sudden outburst. "Calm down, y/n. It's not like the world would start chaos if that monkey join us!" One of them joked. "Still! You all saw how he act in front of master! I don't think he would even listen to him at this point!" You scoffed, your frustration is getting visible.

You were unaware at that moment, the monkey you just talked about accidentally heard what you have said about him when he walked pass by the tree. Instead of being angry, Wukong just laugh in amusement, his loud voice shock you and your friends in place before he revealed himself in front of you, jumping out from the tree shadow. "Such a bold thing to assume about me, human!" He spoke between his laugh, a wide goofy grin linger in his face. You jumped from your spot by his sudden entrance right in front of you, your poor heart felt like it could burst out from your chest. "You foul monkey! Stop bothering us with your antics!!" You shouted at him, flustered and still in shock from his entry. Wukong giggled again, not taking your anger seriously. "Antics? We called that having fun!" His carefree nature were unbearable for you, but somehow... You found amusement in this monkey.

He already made a bad first impression to you, yet his innocent look couldn't make you stay mad at him for too long. You took a deep breath and stand up on your feet while dusting yourself off, then turned to him. "Is that how monkeys having fun? Jumping into someone's face and scare them off?" You replied to him, a hint of mockery in your tone. Wukong's grin getting wider and he clap his hands in amusement, leaping around you. "We do that sometimes, their funny reactions always leave us in laughter!" He giggled.

"Ha-ha, very funny. Say what's your name again? Oh yes, Sun Wukong..." You responded sarcastically, your eyes rolling in slight disturbance. "Since you're here, guess i have to introduce myself now. I'm y/n, and those are my friends." You added, pointing at your friends near the tree. Wukong clap his hands again, eager to make new friends here with you and the others. "Ohohoh! What an interesting turn! Mind if i join with you?" He asked shamelessly to you, after he almost scare you and your friends to death by his surprise. He's a weird monkey, yet entertaining to be kept around. You can't help but let him join your group, chatting and laughing together until the end of the day.

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Shoutout to @fluffynna for making this fanfic idea!!

(This is my first writing blog here, and i'm not really good at writing too cuz i rarely do that so pardon me 😭)

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

“Are you in love with my brother?”

Sausage’s head snapped to the side, staring at Gem with wide-eyed shock. “What?”

The wizard stood at the head of the meeting table, wings flared out aggressively, hands on her hips with a palpable frown. Though, that didn’t mean too much. She always looked rather frazzled and grouchy, like she’d been disturbed from a nap, but he supposed that was just how her face rested naturally. “I asked if you were in love with fWhip. It’s pretty obvious, you know.”

Sausage glanced around the room like it hadn’t been empty for the past ten minutes. He usually wouldn’t be so early to a meeting, but Pearl had hit wind trouble on her flight over, and fWhip was usually late due to his poor time management skills. So, it was only him and Gem for now. 

“If it’s so obvious, why are you asking? You’d know, wouldn’t you?” He retorted, dancing around her question for now. 

Gem rolled her eyes, brushing her bangs from her eyes and settling to cross her arms. “I wanted confirmation. fWhip won’t tell me when I press him, I decided you’d be the next best source. So, are you gonna answer my question?” 

The man matched Gem’s frown, the metallic tapping of his prosthetic fingers filling the room. “Why do you care?” 

She groaned, obviously annoyed with his non-answers. 

“‘Cause he’s my brother. Of course I wanna snoop in his life.” A silent, second answer hung between them heavily for a moment before being spoken into existence, “Plus, I want to know he’s not getting hurt,” Gem admitted under her breath. “You’re not hurting him, are you?” Ah, and there she is, back on the defensive. 

“Not any more than he wants me to,” Sausage purred, giggling. 

Gem’s face contorted into more of a frown than usual, this time laden with disgust. “I didn’t need to know that.” 

The king rolled his eyes, slouching across the table to rest his head in his hand. 

“You’re no fun. Besides, it’s not like I could be hurting him when there’s no feelings to damage in the first place.” Sausage’s heart panged with a distinct hurt at the admittance. 

Well, no feelings on fWhip’s part, anyway. Their relationship was… complicated, to say the least. Sausage had never quite felt this way with anyone else, but something in fWhip enamored him. Gave him the urge to peel away at the man and reveal the secrets underneath. Pearl called it an obsession, Sausage called it love.  

“fWhip cares so much about you,” Gem corrected, quickly backtracking. “I- I shouldn’t actually pry into fWhip’s privacy, but they do love you. Whether or not that’s romantic, I can’t say, but just… just keep that in mind,” she trailed off, grabbing her notes for the meeting to straighten out for at least the tenth time as she cleared her throat. 

Sausage sat there, too stunned to speak. That couldn’t be true, could it? There was no way fWhip felt anything above a close friendship towards him, no matter how much Sausage might dream of it. 

He started to speak, but the door to the meeting room slamming open made him snap his mouth back shut as fast as it had opened. fWhip rushed in, Pearl trailing behind him. The inventor looked disheveled, their shirt half-tucked and their hair fanning out in every direction. Pearl, on the other hand, looked as put-together as usual. 

“Alright! We all ready for the meeting?”

day 8 of @mcyt-aro-week!! it's gone by so quick! i chose the unconventional relationships prompt :D

this was betaed by the queen of england, @anonymousacres! <3

[randomlyblues]

Yandere!Zane X Librarian!Reader

Part 1

CW:Mention of kidnapping not beta read 1.3k word count

You were on a cloud, melted into the soft fabrics, you didn't want to leave. After stirring a bit in your bed, the memories from the day before made you realize that you weren't home and this isn't your bed. The fabrics were made of the finest, it reeked of luxury. You quickly snapped up from the bed you were once relaxed in. "Good you're awake, you would have been useless to me dead," the mask man responsible for the position you are in at the moment spoke, calmly flipping a page from the book he purchased from you. The High Priest stayed by your side as you slept for the day, watching as you slept soundly while he wished the pillow you held was him. He made sure to put the guard that knocked you hard in the dungeon, he asked for them to knock you unconscious, not harm you.

 Zane didn't bother looking up at you as you slowly began to get off of the soft bed. “Hey, I’m sorry we must have gotten off on the wrong foot, I didn’t mean to offend you especially with that jok-” Zane raised his hand as a way to silence you. Your voice was laced with fear, a nice way to boost this powerful man’s already huge ego. “ Please, I am not easily wounded with jokes about myself, I am aware of the rumor said about me,” he spoke nonchalantly but also with power, still not looking up from his book. “Besides, my goal is to have you alive, you have knowledge.” 

“Believe me High Priest, I have nothing of use to you, I have never left Phoenix drop–”

“It's no use lying to me,” the masked man finally looked at you, his ice cold gaze can drive anyone to the deep end, “ You are originally from Pikoro village, traveled with your father who was a traveling merchant. Your mother dying from a mysterious illness leaving your father having to take care of you when you were the age of ten; soon he succumbed to the same illness as your mother. Later you found Phoenix Drop and have been there for about five years.”

After knocking you out, Zane took it upon himself to ask about you before his departure from the village. He was lucky that Phoenix Drop was pathetically trusting, and also lucky that farmer Brandon didn’t know how to shut up. If he wasn’t looking for information he would have had that man killed. Zane stood up from the comfort of the chair and towered over you, he stood as if he was proud about all the information he memorized about you. His eye looked back and forth to yours, trying to decipher your reaction. He was trying to see if you were proud of him, he was actually looking for your approval.

Your mouth hanged open in shock, soon your face distorted into disgust. “ Oh…wow… that’s actually very disturbing.”

Zane’s confidence was immediately crushed. Him? Disturbing? The guard must have hit you harder than he thought. He kept a mental note for that guard to get lashes as he is finished talking with you. “It’s called being informed,” the High Priest shut his book, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. “Now I will not tolerate any lying, I’ll let this one slide because you are slow as well as me having a certain…liking towards you.” He hesitated on the last of his words but non the less stayed standing and settled his book down on the desk next to the bed.  

Before you even got the chance to say anything about his confession Zane continued on, “That being said, don’t even think about using that knowledge against me, even if it would hurt me, I would have to punish you.” Zane held his hand out, causing you to walk back, your wide eyed expression caused him to stop. His hand turned into a fist and he walked out of the room with a slam of the door.

So many questions ran through your mind, especially the main one. Why me? You knew that Zane was serious about what he said, even if he does have some…romantic feelings towards you, you are not immune to his cruelty. “First, to find a way out, if it has been a day or a few that means we aren't far away. We can’t possibly be in O’khasis.”

Opening the door with a creak, the hallways were strangely empty with multiple doors. “An inn? “I’ve never been in an inn with fancy bedding,” continuing down the hall you notice fancy works of art on the walls, most with Lady Irene. Going down the staircase, the front desk was vacant, if there wasn’t a fancy room, you would have thought that this was abandoned. 

This was too easy. You looked through the curtained windows and saw O’khasis guards standing post in front of the building. Moving to the back, more guards. At every exit it seemed there were guards. “Great, this means I must take things into my own hands…Perfect just great,” you started patting yourself to see if they took your knife and they did even the one in your boot, “My Irene he thought of everything.” Sighing, you started to see if there was anything heavy you can at least knock them unconscious or start some ruckus. The nearest thing was a chair, it looked ancient, calling for you to take it out of its misery. “Worth a shot, as long as I can get as far as I can to know where I’m at.” 

With the backdoor being locked, you broke it off and pushed your way out and didn’t think twice and swang without looking. The guard fell to the ground with a thud.

 “Wow.. That easy? I feel insulted,” making sure the guard was unconscious, you started to loot him to see if he would have at least any money on him. “Score! This would last me for a damn good while!”

“IT CAME FROM OVER HERE!”

Crap. Running as fast as you could, you took notice of the village and realized that this was Meteli. Thank Irene I’m not that far from Phoenix Dop! 

Hearing the guards gaining speed, you decided to hide in the woods and waited for them to pass you. After a while, you continued to run towards the docks, hoping you remembered the way. Thanking yourself for staying in Meteli for a year or else you would’ve gotten lost. It was a nice town, besides the crazy chicken Shaman that was near. The trees guided the path as if nature was cheering you on. Seeing the glistening water, you laughed. Your breath was already getting ragged, legs yelling at you to stop, the side of your ribs felt like knives were poking at you. That couldn’t  stop you, it was there right there.

A boat was already there, wasn’t this such a lucky day. The grin that had just started to take place soon faded as you made eye contact with a certain piercing blue eye. Stopping where you were, you took deep breaths and glared at him. 

Zane knew blood was on his hands that he'd never be able to wash off. He glared at his darling, if you wanted to play cat and mouse. He would. There was nowhere for you to run and you knew that. He looked as you started to get surrounded. Zane nodded at his guards to obtain you. He ignored your cries and how you started thrashing at his guards as he got closer to you, face to face. 

“ I warned you–” Silence. Wet saliva slid down his face. He couldn’t believe it, you actually spat on his face. He started laughing while wiping away the spit. Your eyes were filled with fiery, face with a sly smirk. Zane couldn’t help but love that expression, that is for him, only for him. The hatred you have for him, the passion. 

“Guards, throw her into the dungeon on the ship, I think my pet got too comfortable.”

[sentientgolfball]

Dew and phantom with 4 and 10 from the prompt list:3

I really love writing these two so much OUGH

went the hurt/comfort route for this one

It is one of those days. One of the days where Dew wakes with pressure in his head and the weight of the world on his shoulders. Days like these happen more frequently this time of year, when the sun is gone and snow covers everything green. It never used to be this bad. When he was water he would just spend the coldest days sleeping. Now that he is fire though, all he gets is this lousy seasonal depression. The flame in his veins means he is now connected to the Sun rather than the Moon, so when She disappears it is like his mind shuts down. 

All the fire ghouls get like this, but Dew suffers the worst. Omega thinks it is because of the remnants of his water. A deep, deep part of him tells him it is time to sleep, but the rest of him does not allow it. It is not in his nature anymore. So the two conflicting instincts cause him to get hit harder than the rest. 

He fucking hates it. He hates that he cannot even force himself to get up to shower or eat or do anything besides lay in bed and stare at his wall. He cannot even get himself to shower or brush his teeth. It all just feels so heavy. Subconsciously he knows it will pass. He knows there is nothing wrong with him, that this is just a part of him now, but at the moment all he can think about is how much of a waste he is. Which in turn makes him feel worse. Adds even more pressure. But he cannot stop it. Round and round his thoughts go as he gets trapped in a spiral of his own making. 

How pathetic. 

Waste of a day. 

Disgusting. 

Cannot even take care of himself. 

What is he even doing? 

He buries himself deeper in his blankets, trying to shut out the light. Maybe he can sleep it off. He may not be the kind of ghoul to take naps, but anything is better than his current state. He knows it will not happen, but at least if it is dark he can pretend. 

But then a knock at his door disturbs his cocooning efforts. Who the fuck could that be? His pack is aware of how he gets this time of year and after doing this for so long they know to let him have a day before pulling him out. A day to rest, if you can even call it resting, so he does not burn out. Alpha told him there is a reason fire ghouls hide away during the winter but Dew did not really pay attention. 

So the knock shocks him. He does not feel annoyed or angry or anything close to that. He barely feels anything other than the heaviness in his chest. He does not really have time to process a response because before he can decide if he wants to truly be left alone or have someone here, the door creaks open. 

“Dew? Are you dead?” Phantom’s voice calls out. 

The vaguely Dew shaped lump on the bed just shrugs. He cannot really find his words. Phantom does not mind though. They step into the room, shuffling over. Dew can hear a little tink nearby as Phantom places a plate down on his nightstand. The noise causes Dew’s ear to twitch. When the smell of food hits his nose his stomach rumbles. He did not even know he was hungry. Very slowly, Dew rolls around so he is now facing Phantom instead of the window. 

They look down at him with a nervous little smile, “When you didn’t come to breakfast I got worried cause I was like ‘Dew is always the first one here’ but everyone else told me it would be okay but then I felt bad cause you’re missing croissants and I know how much you like them so i thought it wouldn’t hurt to bring you one.” 

They gesture to the plate that has a large chocolate filled croissant and some bits of fruit. Dew still does not say anything. He cannot. Find it. And it frustrates him. But not as much as Phantom’s gesture warms him. Them and their stupid face and stupid big heart and stupid kindness. Even for a horrible creature like himself. He wants to tell them something, let them know he appreciates them, but his stupid brain will not let me say anything. 

After the silence stretches for too long, Phantom rocks back on their heels and looks away, “Aaaanyway I’ll leave you be since you’re not feeling well.” 

The moment they turn to leave, Dew acts on instinct. His hand darts forward, wrapping around their wrist with a slight tug. They stop dead in their travel and look back down at him. 

“Dew what—“ the words die when they see a tear roll down his cheek. 

Dew never cries. Ever. Phantom’s only seen him cry once and that was when he saw Aether for the first time when they got back from tour. They try not to panic because what the fuck could be happening to make Dew cry. 

“Hey it’s okay uh you’ll be alright. Do you…want me to stay?” 

Get it together Phantom, you’re a quintessence ghoul for Satan’s sake. 

Dew nods his head, still not letting go of Phantom’s wrist. Despite the circumstance, their tail happily wags behind them. They pull the edge of the blanket up and clamber under. Immediately they wrap their arms around Dew, cuddling close and twining their tails together. 

Dew does not stop them. It is actually quite nice. Their ozone and frozen apple scent is familiar. Comforting. It allows him to focus on something else that is not the screaming in his mind that tells him he is an inconvenience. A burden. 

Phantom. Does not really know what to do. Now that they are touching, they have an idea of what is wrong. Can feel the heaviness weighing him down. But just because they know does not mean they can do anything. They want to, of course they do, but what does he need? 

“Do you wanna stay like this?” Phantom mumbles into his hair. 

Dew nods. 

“Okay I can do that. We can stay here all day if you want.” 

Anything Dew wants. 

Phantom will do anything if it makes him feel even just a little bit lighter. So that is what they do. They lay in bed with him all day, scratchy little chuffs being the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.