#i'll finish this when i'm done with my report

[sorrowful-wallflower]

Disappear - @into-the-jeggyverse - 874 words

James grabbed another can of spray paint, shaking it before outlining the next part of his drawing. Regulus was kneeling by the corner of the wall, finishing his own piece of artwork. It had been a while since James had done this, and he'd forgotten how much he enjoyed it. That was until he heard the sirens. He groaned and finished up the last bit before throwing the can in his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. When he turned around to tell Regulus it was time to go, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Fucking traitor," James muttered before he took off around the corner.

He slowed down when he was sure he was far enough away from the scene to claim that he didn't know anything. That was until he rounded the corner and ran smack dab into a police officer, who threw him against the wall.

"Not so fast," they remarked, pinning James with his arms behind his back. "What do we have here?"

The officer took the bag and handed it off to their partner. James struggled against the first officer's hold, looking around for an escape route. He couldn't go back to jail. The second officer dug in the bag, pulling out can after can of spray paint.

"That's not mine," James said desperately. "Some guy gave it to me and ran away."

"I'm sure they did," the second officer said sarcastically. "Just like I'm sure there won't be any new 'art' down the street by the park either. Right?"

"How would I know?" James scoffed. "I was just walking home before my mother killed me for being late... again," he replied with a slight waver to his voice. "Please, you have to let me go."

"That's not going to happen," the first officer said coldly before slapping the cuffs around James' wrists and dragging him back to the squad car, setting him inside. "We got a report of someone matching your description vandalising the local church."

"Why would I do that? I'm not stupid," he pleaded, sitting up in the back of the car.

It took James a second to realise the second officer was Hispanic, and he prayed that he was raised somewhat the same as himself.

"Seriously, you have to let me go," James begged, tears started to run down his cheeks. "Have you ever been on the wrong side of a Hispanic mother while she's holding a chancla? She'll beat me to death if I'm not home for dinner."

As soon as he mentioned his mother again, the officer holding his bag flinched slightly, and James had to school his features quickly before they noticed. The two officers looked at each other for a few seconds, seemingly having a silent conversation.

"Please."

The second officer sighed. "What's your name?"

"Diego. Diego Ramierz," James lied easily.

If he were closer to his hometown, he wouldn't have been able to lie, but he wasn't, and these officers had never seen him before. If he gave his real name though, he would have been fucked.

"I'll let you off with a warning this time, but if I catch you again, you're gonna take a ride to the station," the Hispanic officer said, gesturing for James to scoot out of the car and uncuffing him. "Understand?"

"Yes, sir," James replied, rubbing his wrists. "Thank you."

He stepped onto the sidewalk and watched as the officers got back in their car and drove away, with his bag, but he wasn't going to say anything about that.

"Pinche idiotas," James muttered as he headed in the opposite direction, wiping the tears off his cheeks.

It took him longer than he would have wanted to get back to his flat, if it could even be called that. It was more like an abandoned building that he and his boyfriend had been squatting in until they figured out something better. James refused to go back to his foster parents' house. He shoved the door open hard, slamming it against the wall before he hollered into the space.

"Regulus! You fucking asshole!"

"Oh, thank god," Regulus replied when he came around the corner. "I thought you were a goner."

"Yeah, no thanks to you." James scoffed. "You fucking disappeared on me."

"Sorry. I couldn't risk getting caught. They would have sent me back to my parents."

"A little warning would have been nice, you know." James threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "But no, I got caught instead. I was this close to going back to jail."

"Your fingers are touching."

"I know!"

James glared at him for a second before trudging over to the dirty, broken couch and plopping down, dust flying everywhere. James coughed as he fanned it away from him.

"How'd you get away then?" Regulus asked curiously, joining him on the couch.

James' lips quirked up slightly. "I told them my mother would kill me if I were late for dinner."

Regulus furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side.

"Isn't your mum dead?"

"What's your point?" James asked with a shrug.

Regulus shook his head in amusement. "I swear, you could probably get away with murder if you wanted to."

"Who says I haven't?"

[vivietoria]

My brain worms won't let me finish my psych report unless I draw this man

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Just read your telling the LADS Men you're pregnant hcs and AAAA I loved it so muchhh. the boys r so silly. SOOO May I request LADS men when reader goes into labour when they're away? Sorry I just love chaos 🤭

The Baby is Coming!

Giving your lads man a call when you're going into labor while he's not with you. A/N: Hey nonnie I bet you thought I forgot about this request huh? I didn't sorry I took so long to finish it. Love you ����

Zayne

Calling Zaynes' office

Zayne: Dr. Zayne speaking Tara: It’s coming Zayne: What’s coming?

Fumbling noises from you snatching the phone from Tara

MC: Your big headed child Zayne my water just broke

Loud clattering noises on Zaynes' end

Zayne: I’m on my way home now MC: Tara is bringing me to the hospital just stay there Zayne: Right right … I'll report to labor and delivery MC: *groans in pain* Zayne: How bad is the pain MC: I’ll punch you in the nuts so you can experience it firsthand Zayne: I’ll let that one slide because I know it’s the contractions talking

Rafayel

MC: The twins are coming Rafayel: WHAT!? MC: YEA! Rafayel: They’re 3 weeks early MC: No shit sherlock *groans in pain* Rafayel: Tell them I said stop hurting mommy MC: Mommy is gonna curb stomp daddy if he isn’t here within the next 5 minutes Rafayel: Don’t worry your savior is on the way MC: You’re not funny hurry up Rafayel: Can’t you just cross your legs? MC: Nvm I’ll drive myself Rafayel: Okay okay I’m sorry I’m just freaking out MC: I have not one but two crotch goblins trying to rip me in half I need you to lock in or so help me God I will fry you up and serve you with a side of fries and extra tartar sauce you hear me? Rafayel: Yes ma’am

Xavier

Xavier: I have everything ready to read to your tummy tonight MC: You’ll be reading to our son instead Xavier: What do you mean? MC: My water broke while I was at Philos Xavier: Why are you there? MC: I was picking out the flowers I want in my hospital room *groans in pain* Xavier: I’m coming don't worry MC: You coming is what caused all of this but it's fine Jeremiah is driving me to the hospital now Xavier: ……does he drive better than me? MC: Xav please don’t piss me off right now……. Xavier: Right heading there now MC: Make sure you bring the baby bag Xavier: I have it ... unlike Jeremiah MC: NOT NOW!

Sylus

Sylus: I'm getting a distress call from Mephisto what's wrong? MC: The baby is coming Sylus: Is this another case of Braxton Hicks? MC: No its a case of amniotic fluid all over the damn kitchen floor Sylus: I'm on my way don’t move MC: *groaning in pain* I can barely do anything right now Sylus: Remember the breathing techniques MC: This is all your fault Sylus: I know Princess you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want MC: I’m gonna break it Sylus: Good luck with that MC: What did you just say? Sylus: I said I’m sure of that

Caleb

MC: Hey dumbass your big headed child is trying to tear me in two Caleb: Aww are they kicking too hard? MC: Caleb….. Caleb: Don’t tell me MC: Yes my water broke Caleb: Okay don’t worry I’m on my way stay on the phone with me MC: Gideon is already driving me to the hospital meet us there Caleb: ….. MC: You there? Caleb: Is he driving safe? MC: CALEB! Caleb: Right on my way! Uh real quick did you grab the baby bag? MC: Yes Caleb: Do you remember the breathing techniques? MC: Yes Caleb: Did you- MC: STOP WITH THE TWENTY ONE QUESTIONS BEFORE I HANG UP Caleb: Alright I'm done but just so you know you can scream at me all you want I don't mind MC: *Hangs up*

[loveafterdeath-if]

Chapter 3 is here!

In this chap, you will be able to…

Have your breakdown with your chosen RO (or Vailyn)

Fight a flying cockroach

Have some interesting POVs

Handle work issues

Spend time with Chelsea or Maxime and talk about stuff

Talk about Christmas

Have a family dinner with Vailyn and Vince

Do some texting with your chosen RO

And experience some other things I probably forgot

You'll need to restart the game, but no worries. I added the option to start from chap 3 (I hope I coded that right this time)

This chap is meant to be more 'chill', with MC spending time with people close to them. Everything 'dramatic' is more in a RO's pov than MC's. Also, I fixed some typos, bugs, errors, and some other things, but I'm sure I didn't catch everything as I said in my previous post. I'll get to that when I'm done with LAD and tackle any issues when I see them or when generous souls report them to me.

BIG motherfucking shout out to my beta testers and to anyone that reported bugs/errors etc. via inbox/mails/discord/patreon! I really am grateful for the time you took to send me those.

That brings us to around 160k words for this chapter, but it'll probably feel like ~70k words if not less because of the different branches and variations.

I am shitting my pants right about now, and will wait a few days before starting to answer asks I've been itching to respond to for a while, along with other asks I've started answering but got too busy to finish.

[pomegranatepip]

"Lazy" Mornings?

synopsis: zayne is a textbook workaholic but if it comes down to choosing between extra work and spending time with you. well. he's a weak man.

pairing: zayne x gn!reader

wc: 1.1k

content tags: fluff, zayne thinks he's funny (he is but noone tell him)

a/n: written for @ollieneedsamilkshake for @unintentionalseductress 's valentine's day event ^-^ sorry for making it banter heavy, i love zayne's sense of humor xD hope i did it justice

ao3 link

The bed is empty when you wake up, Zayne's side long since cold. You groan and shield your eyes against the onslaught of sunlight directly on your face through the bedroom window, before pulling yourself away from your cosy nest of blankets. You stretch, your joints stiff, and look around for any telltale signs of your husband.

He can't have left for work, can he? It was one of the rare days both of your days off from work aligned, though it was entirely possible he had been called in for an emergency given the nature of his job.

Sighing, you trudged into the living room. Noticing the study door was ajar, you made to close it when you noticed the light was on inside. When you peeked in, you saw Zayne still in his pyjamas, his back to the door, typing away on his laptop.

You smile exasperatedly. Of course he was working on his day off. You slipped into the room and tiptoed over to him before slinging your arms around his neck and dropping your head on his shoulder. He stops typing for a second to look back at you.

"Good morning, my love. Why are you up so early?"

You give him a noncommittal hum in response. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you working on your day off and at-" you squint at the penguin shaped clock on his desk- "8 in the morning too? You should be in bed with me," you whine.

He smiles at that. "I just had some reports to review which I couldn't do yesterday. I thought I'd get them done early so I could enjoy my day off without any worries. Also," he adds, taking one of your hands into his own, "It's 7 a.m., not 8."

"You do realise you're not helping your case, right?" You lift your head to look at him and he uses this chance to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

A wry smile from him. "I'm merely pointing out that it's unusually early for you to be up so early on a weekend; you know it's routine to me."

You give up. "Fine," you concede, "you can finish your reports. But make it quick. I'll go start breakfast."

"Yes, ma'am."

Pleased with his response, you nip at his earlobe and laugh at how quickly it turns red along with his cheeks, and finally make your way to the kitchen.

Zayne pores over the file he's reviewing and sends it to Greyson after he's ascertained there are no changes for him to make. He takes his glasses off and leans back, his eyes tired from the strain of staring at his laptop screen. Just a few more, and then he'll be done.

From the kitchen, he catches the faint sound of humming alongside the noises of you making breakfast. He thinks he recognises the melody- it's the same song you've been singing for the past couple of weeks and inadvertently got stuck in his head too. He recalls your gleeful laughter and teasing when you caught him humming the tune to himself one day, and smiles in spite of himself.

The scent of pancakes wafts into his study, and he looks back at his laptop. Maybe the reports can wait.

You're flipping pancakes when you feel Zayne drape himself over you from the back. "Smells good," he says.

"Finished with your reports already? Or did you just miss me?" you tease.

"Neither. I got hungry."

"Wow. I'm going to be having this entire stack of pancakes by myself now. You can eat cereal while you think about what you did. And it's the plain kind too," you huff.

"You wouldn't do that."

"Wouldn't I."

He watches you plop the last pancake on the plate and turn off the heat, and then spins you around to face him. "My apologies, miss. Allow me to make it up to you for my thoughtless words."

"Oh? And how are you planning to do that?" You make a show of being offended, but the barely concealed smile on your face gives you away.

A smile Zayne matches as he leans down and whispers, "Like this," before pressing his lips to your cheek much like earlier, except this time he didn't stop after just one. He tilts your face slightly to kiss the other cheek, and then trails down to kiss the corner of your mouth. He ghosts over your cupid's bow and a little involuntary shudder passes through you, making him chuckle quietly before he leans in.

He's gentle with the way he kisses you, his hands warm as they cradle your face. His earlier playfulness manifests in the form of a succession of soft pecks to your lips, eliciting giggles from you. He pulls back to spin you away from the stove and presses you back against the kitchen island, his hands splayed on your lower back and hip as he claims your lips with his own again.

After a minute or so, he breaks away. "Did you add nutella to the pancakes?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, I did. How did you know?"

"I could taste it on you." He swipes his thumb on your cheek before one last sweet press of his lips to yours.

You roll your eyes. "Sue me. Besides, didn't you finish a whole jar all by yourself last week? I had to have my smores with chocolate syrup and it just wasn't the same," you mourn.

"I offered to run to the store to get more, but if I recall correctly, someone was too impatient to wait," he deadpans.

"It's not the situation, it's the principle. I was looking forward to that specific jar of nutella on my smores and you took that away from me. You need to apologise for that too," you say, hoping he'll take the bait.

He narrows his eyes. "You're playing tricks on me, aren't you."

"Who, me? Whaaaat. No way."

He sighs. "Alright. We can go to that new dessert place you've been mentioning for a while. How does that sound?"

"…you mean the dessert place you've been mentioning."

"I see it as a win win, no?"

"Of course you do."

"So you don't want to go?"

"No! I mean. That's not what I said."

Zayne smiles inwardly. "There's that new movie they're showing at the theater near the park too," he says as he finally gets to setting the table. "An adaptation of a book you were reading? We can go watch that and drop by the dessert place on our way home."

You sit down and pile pancakes onto your plate and his. "So you're not going to work on those reports today?"

He makes a show of weighing his options, though the hope sparkling in your eyes made his choice laughably easy.

"The reports can wait."

[myth1cs]

Deal of Lust (Im Nayeon x M!Reader)

Remastered version of my first smut because it SUCKS. (I'll give Nayeon a new smut ... eventually ... maybe)

Word Count: 1,309

Walking into school you walked around with caution making sure you didn't bump into a certain someone.

You were almost to your first period class but before you reached it you were grabbed and brought into an empty classroom.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to avoid me."

"What no, I'm just really tired."

"Mhm, Anyways Y/N I trust you did my pre-calculus work."

"Actually I was studying for my exam last night so I wasn't able to finish it."

"You piece of shit!"

Nayeon smacked you and you fell to the floor. She grabbed you by your hair and lifted your head up.

"It's due today. Since you didn't finish it your going to pay."

Nayeon was about to hit you and you raised your hand in order to block her punch but before she hit you the sound of the doorknob twisting made Nayeon let go of you.

"Is there someone in here?"

The person who stepped through the door was the president of student council Park Jihyo.

"Oh Y/N you're so clumsy you have to stop falling down." Nayeon started caressing your face and helped you stand up.

"What are you guys doing in here?"

"Me and Y/N wanted to study on our own so we came in here. We were just about to leave but Y/N tripped and fell to the floor."

"Is this true Y/N."

You looked at Jihyo wanting to tell the truth but when you turned to look at Nayeon she gave you a "I'll kill you if you tell her." look.

"Yeah, I fell down I'm kinda clumsy like that."

"Okay well you guys can't be in a classroom without a teacher present so I'm advising you guys to go to the library if you want to study."

"Understood president Park, it won't happen again. Right Y/N?"

"R-right."

Once you all left the room Nayeon waited for Jihyo to be out of sight before she spoke to you.

"You're lucky she came in when she did. Have my homework done by 5th period or you'll regret it, got that?"

"Yes Nayeon."

She turned around and walked to her first period class leaving you in the hallway.

"Damn it why do I let myself get pushed around by her?"

Im Nayeon was the popular girl in school. Even saying that is an understatement she is what many saw as the person every student should aspire to be like. However you're the only one who knows the "real" Nayeon.

Once she realized you were the highest performing in school she started bullying you into doing her work and giving her test answers. She used the threat of beating your ass to keep you in check.

Reporting her would do nothing as everyone including staff had a false view of her and wouldn't take you seriously so you never bothered to do so.

You really wanted to finish her homework to avoid being punished but you were busy in every class. 1st period you had the exam you were studying for last night, 2nd period you had to work on a lab, 3rd period you were working on a project, and 4th period you had to help your art teacher set up for an after school event in the gym.

As the bell for fifth period came you tried to get to your class as fast as possible before Nayeon could find you. You settled for the longer path to your class assuming that Nayeon would assume you would take the shorter path to get to your class quicker.

However you didn't anticipate that she would correctly guess your actions and you saw her standing in the hallway as you turned the corner. "Oh shit!"

You tried turning around to run but before you could Nayeon grabbed you and brought you into the janitors closet.

"Where's my homework loser?"

"I don't have it!"

"Is that so? You know what happens now."

"No wait Nayeon please I'll do anything! Just please don't hit me."

"Anything I want?"

"Yes! Anything, just please don't hit me."

Nayeon grabbed your chin and made you face her. Laying your eyes on her you felt as if her demeanor changed from the one that was present just a moment earlier.

"You know Y/N there is one way you could make it up to me."

She put her fingers on the waistband of her pants and pulled her pants down.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

Once her pants were all the way down you noticed her pink pantie she was wearing but quickly averted your eyes.

"What's wrong Y/N? Do you not like what you see?"

You were unable to say to get words out of your mouth but eventually you were able to muster out a sentence "Please put your clothes back on."

"Don't be such a baby Y/N. Now look at me or I'll punish you."

Turning around to look at Nayeon you tried your best to focus on her face but you couldn't help yourself from trying to get a quick glance at her pantie.

"Go on Y/N stare at my clothed pussy." She put her finger inside her pantie and started to finger herself.

You watched her finger herself and felt your cock grow.

"Y/N if you fuck my pussy everyday then I'll stop bullying you."

"R-really?" You were surprised that her compromise was really lewd.

"Is that a yes or should I beat your face in now?"

Well who were you to deny her?

Walking up to Nayeon you pushed her to the wall and lowered yourself so you were facing her pantie.

"Go on give yourself a better view Y/N."

Putting your fingers on her pantie and dragging it down you got a clear view of Nayeon's wet pussy. Without hesitation you inserted your tongue into her pussy. She let out loud moans but covered her mouth quickly as to not draw attention to the closet both of you were in.

"Gah ~ ah ~ ah"

Hearing the noises coming from her made you want to go faster. You lapped every single inch of her pussy you could get your tongue on.

Nayeon took her shirt off and made quick work of her bra. Her breasts were now out in full display. She started to pinch and twist her nipples for further stimulation.

Pulling out of her sweet pussy you went up and kissed her letting her get a taste of herself. "Mhm ~ you're such a good kisser Y/N."

You reached for her pussy with your fingers and fingered Nayeon. She moaned into your mouth and you decided to explore her mouth with your tongue.

Nayeon felt overstimulated from everything she was experiencing and ended up cumming all over your fingers. So much cum came out that some dripped onto the floor.

"Agh ~ Y/N ... so ... good."

You licked the fluid she sprayed on your fingers: licking every last drop. "Do I taste good Y/N?"

"Yes Nayeon you taste amazing."

"Lucky for you you'll be able to taste this every day."

....

"Should we leave?"

"Probably not school staff is likely roaming the hallways looking for us since we haven't reported to our fifth period."

"So what now Nayeon?"

"We could just fuck until sixth period."

No words needed to be exchanged for her to know that you wanted to take her up on that offer.

The janitors closet was once again filled with moans for the rest of the period.

...

Jihyo was making her way to the bathroom and was passing by the janitors closet when she heard a moan. It was low but loud enough for her to hear.

She slowly crept towards it and laid on the floor to look inside from the crack under the door.

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I prefer this over what I wrote originally. I'd like to think I've improved since I started writing and hopefully that continues.

[arc-misadventures]

Himmel Logic

Nora: You can't tell me what to do, Jaune! I don't wanna eat my vegetables!

Jaune: But, this is what, Himmel would have done.

Nora: ...

Nora: Yeah... it's what he would have done.

Nora: Nom!

Nora: Hmm. You know what... they're actually not that bad!

Jaune: Atta girl~!

Yang: What the?

~~~

Blake: I can't go to sleep yet, Jaune! I need to find out what the, White Fang are up to!

Jaune: It's what the hero, Himmel would have done.

Blake: Yeah... Yeah, it's what, Himmel would have done... Imma.. Imma go to bed now...

Jaune: Good night, Blake.

Blake: Good night, Himmel...

Yang: What? There's no way that would...?!

Blake: Zzzz...

Yang: The hell?

~~~

Cinder: I have done it! I finally have the, Maiden powers! And, at last I can finally act my revenge upon the world!

Yang: Shit! She's too strong! What are we going to do.

Jaune: I know what to do!

Yang: That's great! What are you going to... Wait?! You're not going to say...?!

Jaune: Cinder!

Cinder: What do you want you fool! Here to play the white knight!, and be a hero?!

Jaune: This isn't what the hero, Himmel would have done!

Yang: Oh come on! That's not going to work!

Cinder: ...

Cinder: (Sniff.)

Cinder: Your right... this isn't what he would have done...

Yang: Excuse me...?

Cinder: I surrender... I'm sorry for what I've done...

Jaune: Himmel would have been proud of you.

Cinder:(Sniff) Y-You really think so...?

Jaune: I know he would have.

Yang: ...?!

Yang: What the hell was that?!

~~~

Yang: Jaune?!

Jaune: Oh hey, Yang. What's up?

Yang: Okay! Explain yourself! Why are you always saying, 'This is what, Himmel would have done!' You've said that to so many people, and they've actually done the thing they were ignoring! You got, Nora to eat her vegetables, Blake to get some sleep, you used it to get a terrorist, Cinder fall to surrender. Hell, you even used it on yourself when, Cardin was beating you down to get back up, and fight!

Jaune: Is there something wrong with that?

Yang: He burst into tears, and gave up the match! I don't get it, what's going on?!

Jaune: 'Himmel Logic.'

Yang: 'Himmel Logic?'

Jaune: Yeah, 'Himmel Logic.'

Yang: The hell does that mean?

Jaune: It's simple, 'Himmel Logic' is a simple thing: 'This a what a hero would do." Seldom is it a grand thing such as defeating a monster, and saving the day. It's the simple things such as eating your vegetables, helping out someone in need, getting some sleep. Simple things that anyone could have done. The phrase: 'This is what Himmel would have done.' Is merely a catalyst to inspire others to do the right thing.

Yang: That's... That's stupid.

Jaune: It may be, but it works. Look, why don't you try it out on, Ruby. She's been evading her homework for working on, Crescent Rose. Maybe, if you apply, 'Himmel Logic' to it, she'll go, and do it.

Yang: There's no way that will work...

Jaune: Perhaps, but this is what, Himmel would have done.

Yang: Ughh... fine! Fine, I'll try it out on, Ruby. But, if this fails you can never use... 'Himmel Logic' again!

Jaune: I'll take that bet.

Yang: Haa... Okay, here goes nothing...

~~~

Yang: Ruby how goes your homework?

Ruby: Homework? Pff... I haven't been working on that. my baby needs work done! I finally figured out how to make her a semi-automatic rifle!

Yang: But, it's important that you get that done, Ruby.

Ruby: Pff... Who cares about that silly report when I have this beauty before me!

Yang: But it's worth three percent of our grade!

Ruby: Who cares.

Yang: But... Oh gods... The hero... Himmel would have done so...

Ruby: ...

Ruby: That's true.

Yang: W-What?

Ruby: Crescent Rose, can wait, I got to finish my homework.

Yang: ...

Yang: What the fuck?!

~~~

Yang: Jaune?!

Jaune: Hey, Yang. How did it go?

Yang: It worked?! It fucking worked! I said, 'The hero, Himmel would have done so. And, she put, Crescent Rose to the side, and is working on her homework! She never puts her baby away when she's working on it! No matter what we do, she won't put that thing away when she starts working on it! But, I say that one stupid line, and boom! She put her gun away, and is now doing her homework! What the fuck?!

Jaune: Himmel is a hero. A true hero. His actions were noble, pure of heart, and always done out of a sense of selflessness. Because of this he became such an great example of what a true a hero is. That his example inspired others to do what is right. As I told you before: Even if it's the little things, it's what a hero would have done.

Yang: Grr...! I hate the fact that you are right about what you said... It's stupid, and makes no sense!

Jaune: Yes it does.

Yang: I know it does! That's why I hate it!

Jaune: Ha-haha~!

Yang: Well, you know what, Himmel would have done, Jaune?

Jaune: What?

Yang: Himmel would have done her~!

Jaune: Ahh.. Yang... This is what, Himmel tried to do so... He showered her in love, and affection, it's just that she never knew what love was until it was too late for them to experience it together... But, I have time... Plenty of time to make her understand, that she is loved, and that I love her.

Weiss: Hmm?

Weiss: Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face, Jaune?

Jaune: No, there's nothing on your beautiful face, Weiss. Nothing at all, but perfection,

Weiss: Oh good.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Haa... You know, the guy isn't always the dense one.

Yang: It's rare, but it's been know to happen...

Yang: ...

Yang: Wait, hold on...? You used, 'Himmel Logic' on me to convince, Ruby to do her homework!

Jaune: And, it worked.

Yang: You bastard!

[marscantread7]

Um um un sylus fucking us with his tail .... ♡ praise and maybe fuck us with his powers.. ?

Did you know I'm fucking insane anon. Did you know I'm the biggest monster fucker to ever exist anon.

(Excuse my brazenness idk what came over me there...)

I haven't finished his dragon myth bc I'm dookie butt at leveling up cards bc I'm more focused on story than like preserving materials to actually level cards up to fight💀💀💀 so idk if he had the energy manipulation evol as a dragon, so we're js gonna separate current Sylus fucking u w/ his evol from dragon Sylus fucking u w/ his tail

I'll do this hc style since I'm doing both to reply to u, but I'll do an additional post of them on their own to go into more detail

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Fucking u w/ his tail

-He'd stretch u out for hours, making sure ur loose and wet enough to take it. Using at least 3 valves of oil to make the slide easier

-He keeps asking u over and over again if ur sure u want to do this. His tail isn't soft, and he can't make it soft either. It's also, obviously, very big

-He peppers kisses all over ur face as he eases the very tip of the tail in.

-"Shhh, I know it hurts my precious. Look at me, yes, js like that, js take a little more for me- yes, good girl. We can always stop if it's too much. No? Okay, js let me know if u need a break."

- As much as u beg and plead saying u can take half, ur still human and he knows how fragile the human body is. He isn't trying to puncture any organs on accident💀💀💀

-Once a reasonable (and safe) amount of his tail is in, he js sits there for a bit, letting u get used to the feeling.

-"Can I start moving it now? I'll be gentle. No u silly thing, I'm not gonna go rough so soon."

- He fucks u at a very, VERY slow pace, so slow u feel urself drifting asleep until a very sudden orgasm rips its way through u, causing u to immediately squirt everywhere

-"Oh, that's it. Make a mess for me, cum all over my tail."

-He fucks u through the aftershocks of ur orgasms, and when u start to complain abt being sensitive, he js hushes u w/ a

-"U don't srsly think we're done after js one? Oh, sweetie. We're gonna be here all night."

Fucking u w/ his evol

-I'd like to think he only does those when he's super busy

-Like, say he has to write some report or like go over documents, and like ur both bored, but he really needs to get this done, so he'll like use his evol to fuck a dildo into u

-Ur laying on ur back on the couch in his study, face buried in a pillow as one hand holds onto the arm of the couch, trying to muffle ur moans as not to disturb Sylus

-"Ur getting a little too loud, kitten. Do I have to stop? No? Then quiet down for me, js like that."

-Using his evol is like second nature to him atp, so he really isn't putting much thought into controlling it. Sometimes he'll end up accidentally going a little too fast, and he has to apologize for it.

-"Ah, my apologies, sweetie. I zoned out a bit. Was it too rough? I'll make up for it, ur such a sweet little thing, never getting mad at me."

-And once he's done w/ everything, he'll fuck u nice and slow, whispering sweet nothings into ur ear, holding u tight.

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SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS💔💔💔 I got sick AGAIN🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ and then I started my period yesterday and that made me sick. Ts been sitting in my drafts forever, oh my days

Anyways, I'll write longer, more detailed versions of this eventually, but I hope u enjoy this💔💔💔

[vettelsvee]

hiii!! 2 with oscar please?😭

YOU WANT THAT BOOK? I'LL BUY YOU THE WHOLE SERIES | Oscar Piastri

Oscar Piastri x Girlfriend!Reader

SUMMARY: Oscar takes you to a bookstore and, after he sees you fingerling over a saga, he decides to buy it for you (without knowing it was about fictional versions of Formula 1 drivers) ↳ REQUESTED: Part of VEE'S F1 PROMPTS LIST (VOL. I)! Feel free to request anything you want <3 Hope you liked it anon! 💖

WORD COUNT: 1891

WARNINGS: Brief mention of drugs, mentions to Dirty Air saga (spoiler free) with not much knowledge about it

VEE'S NOTES: Was I expecting posting a fic today? No. Did I have to write something to distress after the pretty bad exam I made today? Yes! Now writing this and thinking about Teacher!Seb fics has made me feel in a better mood (ngl I'm pretty disappointed with myself). Anyways, hope you like today's fic and remember that, if you did, feel free to comment me your thoughts and, also, reblog as it helps me a lot! Thank you so much for reading <3 ↳ TALK TO ME / REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

The moment you crossed the doors of the bookstore, you felt like you were at home.

Maybe it was the scent of vanilla and coffee, or perhaps the instrumental music playing softly, just like the one you were used to listen to at home in the afternoons while spending hours lost in a book and its story. You were so excited that you gripped Oscar’s hand tightly, your heart pounding faster than usual at the movie-like moment you were living.

"Alright…" Oscar began, his gaze wandering in every direction, completely absorbed by the towering bookshelves surrounding you both. "I’ve taken you to a bookstore, so I think my job here is officially done."

You stared at him in disbelief before rolling your eyes.

"Osc, you don’t just take your girlfriend to a bookstore. You stay with her the whole time to live the experience, you know… that whole reader's boyfriend thing."

Now it was Oscar’s turn to roll his eyes, though he couldn’t help but smile as you spun around and rushed toward a nearby table. Despite having little to no interest in reading, unless it involved race reports or it was Mark Webber’s biography, he loved the passion you had for books. Though, much to your dismay, he had never actually finished any of your recommendations even you insisted on him a lot.

"Yeah, okay, sure. You lead the way, Mrs. Bookworm…"

You weren’t listening. Instead, you were completely lost, eyes darting from one book to another, unable to stand still from sheer excitement. The overwhelming number of stories in front of you didn’t help either.

Then, it happened. The moment you spotted the book you had been searching for longer than you cared to admit, you let out a small squeal. Oscar jumped at the sudden sound, hurrying over to you only to find you clutching a red book, turning it over in your hands, inhaling its scent like it was some rare artifact.

"Oh… my… god…" you whispered.

Oscar glanced at the cover. Throttled. His eyes flickered to the camera and polaroids, especially the one in the center, which showed a red car eerily similar to the one Charles had driven a few years back when he first joined Ferrari.

"Oh…" Oscar muttered as realization hit him. "So it’s a Formula 1 book…"

Do Formula 1 romantic books exist?, thought Oscar, a bit in disbelief.

You turned to him, shoving the book in his face.

"It’s not just a Formula 1 book! It’s THE Formula 1 book! Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted it for?"

"Since before we started dating, or after?" he teased, smirking. "You’re dating an actual Formula 1 driver, and here you are, thrilled to read a love story about one."

"Noah Slade is different. Very different, actually."

"Oh, so I guess this Noah guy is gonna replace me now, huh?" Oscar feigned offense.

"Well… I like you more. A lot more. And… I don’t know… you’re you. No one could ever compare, so…"

It wasn’t just you who turned red. Oscar did too, lowering his gaze while you pretended to read the book, using the pages as a shield to hide just how flustered you were.

This wasn’t how you had imagined telling Oscar you loved him for the first time.

"Well…" you tried to speak, clearing your throat, but Oscar cut in.

"Are you getting it?"

You opened your mouth but hesitated. It was a limited edition, and also very expensive. If you bought this one, you’d have to get the rest of the series too, but you were broke because, of course, you had impulsively bought five books just last week.

"Uh… I don’t know…" you murmured.

He studied your face for a few seconds, and without thinking too much about it, he stepped closer and grabbed the book from you.  

“What are you doing?”  

“Buying it for you,” he said casually as he walked toward the checkout.  

“Oscar, don’t you dare!” you shouted, rushing after him and snatching the book from his hands to put it back on the shelf. “You don’t have to—”  

“You want that book?” he asked. You nodded timidly. “I’ll buy you the whole series.”  

You stumbled, nearly falling as you tried to stop Oscar from grabbing Collided, Wrecked, and Redeemed.

“Oscar, you can’t just buy me an entire series just because…” you whispered, trying to keep up with his hurried steps.  

“Oh, no? And why not?”  

“Because… Because…” You opened and closed your mouth, struggling to find a reasonable enough answer to make him stop. “Because… It's too much money, Osc, that’s not right!”  

Oscar laughed. You knew perfectly well that your boyfriend was a millionaire, and even though he was very careful with his money and his expenses, buying four books wasn’t much of an expense for him the way it was for you.  

“Besides, you already spend so much time around the Formula 1 world. I don’t think it’s necessary for you to spend even more time listening to me obsess over fictional drivers and talk about them nonstop.”  

“Don’t worry, love, I’ll be more than happy to hear you ramble about those cheap copies of us,” Oscar scoffed, smiling at the cashier as he handed over the books.  

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, giving up as the woman started scanning the books.  

“And yet you love me…”  

Your face burned instantly. Not knowing how to respond, you focused on watching Oscar swipe his card and chat briefly with the cashier about you, his girlfriend, before taking the paper bag with the books inside.  

“Boys nowadays should be more like you, son,” the woman commented to Oscar, beaming. Then she turned to you. “And you, sunshine, enjoy your books and your wonderful boyfriend as well!”  

You nodded shyly. Oscar bid the woman goodbye and headed for the exit, holding the bag in one hand while placing the other on your back, guiding you outside before wrapping an arm around your waist.  

You couldn’t stop wondering what you had done to deserve such a thoughtful and attentive boyfriend like Oscar.  

“So, I guess now you’re going to try to make me read this series… Dirty Air, am I right?”  

“Oh, absolutely,” you said, finally looking at him and pushing aside that lingering shyness, the feeling that you didn’t deserve such a gift. “I’m convinced you’re going to fall in love with Santiago Alatorre.”  

“Santiago Alatorre?” Oscar repeated, curious. “Wait, wait… Are these characters, like… completely fictional? Or are they based on any of us?”  

You chuckled softly, carefully taking the bag from Oscar because you were excited to carry it yourself.  

“Well…”  

“Oh, come on. Don’t act like you don’t know, because that’s already an answer in itself.”  

You bit your lip, unsure whether to tell him the truth. It was obvious, really, but you felt… weird about him discovering the fantasies the author had written based on some of them, and moreover the fandom surrounding those stories.  

“Okay, fine…” you sighed, giving in. “Yeah, some of them are based on you guys.”  

“And?”  

Oscar raised an eyebrow, though he wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to know more about what was written about them.

“What do you mean and?”

“Who each of us is who. If there are supposedly four main characters…”

“Oh, yeah, about that…” You played with your hands, mentally trying to stay calm and not go into full fangirl mode, like you always did whenever Oscar talked about something that excited him. “So… Noah is supposed to be Charles, at least physically and in terms of teammates… but his personality and life are much more like Max’s. You know, toxic father and all that…”

“So, this Noah guy is a menace? Like Max back during the 2023 season?”

“No, no! I guess he’s… ambitious, let’s say.”

“And the others?”

“Liam, the one from the second book, is a bit complicated,” you commented. “People see him as Pierre, and some others as Mick, but to me, since he’s German, he’s kinda like Nico Rosberg mixed with Seb’s personality from his Red Bull years… or at least the way teenage girls see him, like a playboy type. I think you’re too sure what I’m talking about”

“And not just teenage girls I must say,” Oscar added.

“Then there’s Jax, who is one hundred percent Lewis,” you continued. “Jax is Liam’s teammate, so it makes sense, you know… what I explained to you earlier.”

Oscar nodded, understanding very little but happy to see you so excited.

“And the last one, Santiago, the one I mentioned before, is Carlos,” you blurted out with a growing smile. “He’s Spanish and Charles’... I mean, Noah's teammate! And, well… they say he’s really cute, so I hope to read the first three books as quickly as possible to get to his.”

“I’m starting to think that, from the way you talk about him, he’s going to become your newest addition to you not so short fictional crushes list,” Piastri laughed.

“Oh, absolutely. You know I have a thing for the good guys, and according to the TikToks I’ve watched, Santi is exactly that.”

“I can’t believe you’re fantasizing over fictional versions of my rivals,” Oscar said, tilting his head as he laughed.

“Don’t be dramatic, Osc. Why do you think I like Santi so much from what I’ve seen? Because he’s supposed to be as much of a sweetheart as you!” you exclaimed. “But I promise that no matter how much I talk about these guys after tonight, once I start the first book, it’ll just be some kind of substitute for you or whatever ridiculous thing you’re imagining.”

“You know what?” You tilted your head. “I think you should write one of those Formula 1 romance books based on our story.”

Your eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what your boyfriend had just said.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean it. You should do it,” Piastri shrugged. “I know how much you love writing, and seeing how happy these books make you… Plus, I’m curious to see what kind of terrible personality you’d give me. You could make me the typical egotistical guy who constantly gets into PR trouble for, I don’t know, smoking weed? Like what happened with Zayn and Louis from One Direction. You told me about that once, right?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your laughter and look serious, but it was impossible.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not already writing a fanfic about us and posting it on Tumblr.”

Oscar’s jaw dropped.

“What?”

You laughed again.

“No, Y/N, that’s not funny. You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking…”

“Do you really think I am?” you teased, raising an eyebrow, feeling quite pleased that you had finally confessed one of your best-kept secrets, one you had been dying to tell him even you felt a bit ashamed.

Oscar stared at you, his mind struggling to process the information.

Were people actually reading a story about his life, possibly with real details, and thinking it was completely fictional?

“What exactly are you writing about… us, Y/N?”

You just giggled, took his hand, interlaced your fingers with his, and kept walking.

“I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to check out jellyastri81 on Tumblr and find out for yourself.”

[astonmartinii]

witchy business | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: reader x oscar piastri

oscar's gf is a lil kooky but she puts solstice to good use and mainfests some luck for her bf

yourusername

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yourusername: you're not really sisters if you've never done a ritual together ...

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user1 she's so mother

user2 i can't wrap my head around how her and oscar came to be but i love it

oscarpiastri don't have too much fun without me :(

yourusername tell your team to take out the no ritual clause from your contract i swear they're safe landonorris i heard your latin once IT IS NOT SAFE yourusername falsehoods !!

user3 does this girl have a job or is she just cosplaying ahs coven full time

yourusername i'm a florist, do you want my social security number and tax returns too?

danielricciardo any way you could like turn me into a real honey badger for a couple hours that sounds fun?

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oscarpiastri: some time off well spent with my love

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user10 i am once again asking - how did this happen?

user11 it's actually a really cute story they apparently went to school together and she still does a weekly bouquet for his mum and grandma. they're og sweethearts all that opposites attract jazz

landonorris don't even get a photo credit with all the trauma i experienced for that pic

oscarpiastri bro you barged into my room and took a photo? landonorris i didn't see any sock on the door oscarpiastri it was my own house?

yourusername i love every moment together with you

oscarpiastri that sentiment goes both ways xx user12 god i am so alone

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user15 they don't deserve this

user16 i don't wanna be that person but this is karma for what they did to daniel

user17 i honestly think magic might be our only chance

user18 @yourusername pls work some magic

yourusername on it 🫡 user19 now that's my favourite wag

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user20 mother is here to save the day i know that's right

landonorris if this works i'll never say you're scary ever again

yourusername *when it works have some faith in the moon lando landonorris yeah i don't think i wanna mess with the moon

user21 that moment when the mcl60 is so bad that you start to believe in witchcraft

oscarpiastri i love you so much (p.s. thank you to the girls as well, i'll cover the next candle order)

yourusername i love you too honey - we're rooting for you yourbff1 we love you oscar yourbff2 i don't understand your sport but i love the wages cause candles !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

charles_leclerc so are you adept in curses? asking for a friend....

maxverstappen1 sure. yourusername i don't (but i can give you a good luck crystal) charles_leclerc i'll take anything at this point

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user26 i am bamboozled

user27 so .... it worked?

landonorris i have never said a bad word about y/n's hobby NEVER I LOVE YOU Y/N AND I LOVE THE MOON

oscarpiastri she's still MY girlfriend mate landonorris i am aware i am merely stating my appreciation for her

user28 i know the team just finally got their shit together... but YAAAAS WITCH SLAY

yourusername so so happy for you guys

oscarpiastri i love you so so so so much xxxxxxxx

user29 y/n is my driver of the day

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yourusername: i love you so. forever proud.

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user31 fave couple FOR REAL

landonorris fine yall are so cute

oscarpiastri finally, only took a few months

user32 i need something like this in my life

oscarpiastri i love you more.

yourusername anything for you. even asking the moon for help with cars.

danielricciardo once again i am asking to be turned into a real honey badger for a couple hours

maxverstappen1 i think it's time to give up danny

note: idk what this is but lol i had fun - i shall get to the requests next, hope you enjoy !!!

[rain-water-flowers]

Blue (It's so hot)

WC: 2078

Synopsis:Felix is the son of a wealthy industrialist who just had a very public and nasty divorce from his wife. Y/n is a reporter hired to find dirt on him for a story, but she's surprised to discover that she can't get much done when her assignment is a hot and teasing business man.

Warnings: unprotected sex once again (one of these days I'll make them wear a condom), business man Felix, his father is a CEO, oral (m. receiving), teasing, slight dry humping, pet names, profanity, riding, slight praise, title based off of 'Blue' by DynamicDuo

A/n: I'm here again with another one!!! This was fun to write lol. Let's not talk about how choppy it is in the middle lmao (I got bored and needed them to fuck already). As always thanks to my beta @midnighthazee who keeps nagging me to finish TSSOUL series. I will I promise!! I've just hit a block so... yeah. Enjoy this Felix fic!!

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Felix sat on the couch against the far wall in his father’s office, legs crossed and his hands resting on his knee. If his father couldn’t even be on time to a meeting with his own son how does he run his company smoothly? Felix will forever be surprised the business is as successful as it is.

Felix was two seconds from getting up when his father walked in, tightening his tie and fixing his hair. So he was late because fucking his secretary was more important than his own son? Right. 

This is why his marriage to Felix’s mother didn’t work out. One, because his dad is a cheating bastard who refuses to keep it in his pants no matter how small it is. Two – and this is probably the more important reason – he’s gay, and his secretary bending his father over and sticking his dick into him on a daily basis probably made him realize that. 

Felix lets out a loud sigh and clears his throat as he gets up to sit in a chair opposite his father’s desk. 

“You done?” Felix says, disdain in his voice and picking at his nails. 

His father sighed and sat down in his office chair. “You know I had some business to deal with, Felix. I apologize for being a little late.” 

I’ve been waiting for 55 minutes. Felix thinks, but he doesn’t say it out loud. It’s not worth getting into an argument over. 

“Now, I know there's a lot of different things that come with me and your mother’s divorce, and I want to make sure that you’re able to carry out your responsibilities, son.” 

This was what he waited an hour in his office to hear? ‘I hope my divorce from your mother doesn’t affect your work’?

“I’m fine, father. I think you’re the one who needs to focus on your responsibilities right now,” Felix was struggling not to let disrespect make its way into his tone. “The news is all over you since the divorce and you so obviously being involved with your secretary doesn’t help.”

His father glared at him as he talked. It was obvious to Felix that he wanted to argue – but what could he say? Nothing he was saying was wrong, and getting defensive about it wouldn’t help anything either. 

Felix’s parent’s divorce was very public and very nasty. His mother said things that were enough to get his father thrown out of the CEO position, and his father said things that were enough to get his mother thrown in jail.

Luckily, his mother had a good lawyer. 

Either way, Felix got caught in the middle of their dog fight and now he had to play Switzerland between them. 

“Just do your job, Felix. Don’t worry about me or what business I’m handling with my secretary.” His father hissed out, obviously defensive and glaring daggers at him. 

Felix scoffed and looked to the side, tongue poking out his cheek. “You're right, father. How often your secretary bends you over isn’t my problem or my business, but when the news tears you apart don’t come to me for help.” Felix said, getting up and straightening his suit out. 

Felix knew about his father's dirty hands skimming off of the business funds, the offshore accounts, the several illegal things that could get him thrown in jail with Felix and his mother in the cell next to him. If the media ever gets word of any of it, his father will go down in flames and it won’t be pretty. 

As he turned around and walked to the door he could practically hear his father seething and decided to dig his grave further. 

“I’m lucky small dicks aren’t genetic.”

_______

Y/n had covered war zones, political implosions, and tech billionaires with too many secrets and not enough moral compass (in her opinion). But this story? This one was different. 

The Lee Divorce wasn’t just tabloid gold, it was a Category 5 media strom – ugly, sprawling, and enough hatred to give anyone a headache.

And right in the middle? Felix Lee. 

Y/n didn’t care about the society drama. What she cared about was the rumors: missing assets, offshore accounts, shell companies quietly gutted just weeks before the divorce was announced. There was something deeper there. Something worth chasing. 

The first time they met was at a private art gallery showing. She found him leaning against a column like he owned the place. His amused expression when their eyes locked made her think he could read her mind. 

“Ms. y/l/n,” he said, swirling a glass of red wine. “I was wondering when you’d come sniffing around.” 

“I’m not sniffing,” she said, slipping her recorder in her coat pocket. “I’m digging.” 

It surprised y/n that he knew who she was and that she was obviously there for a story.

His smile curved like a blade. “Careful. You dig too deep and you might find something sharp.” 

Felix was the kind of man who deflected everything with charm and perfectly-timed sarcasm. He teased like it was second nature – every comment laced with something dangerous, every smirk a challenge. But y/n had learned to read people, and beneath the effortless confidence was something cracked. 

“You don’t seem too broken up about your parents’ divorce,” she said, watching his reaction closely. 

He shrugged, putting on a show of nonchalance. “They were always better at playing house than actually living in one.” 

His tone made her feel for him for some reason. Maybe it was the obvious way he wasn’t chill about the whole thing, or maybe it was the sad look in his eyes that held everything all at once. 

Y/n had to get this story, she couldn’t back out now. But…something about the way he looked made her not want to push further. It was obvious he was keeping something a secret, but she didn’t want to shove him over the edge to find out. 

She sighed and looked off to the side. “Look, my boss sent me here to find dirt on you about the divorce, but I'm not the type of person to push beyond someone's comfort. So I’ll stop, but I know there’s something going on here, and I plan on finding it.”

______

So much for y/n’s determination to find the dirt she was looking for. The closer she got to Felix, the further she fell for him. Showing up at his office, going to events and parties just to get close to him. Something about him made her obsessed with him. She had long forgotten about the story she was supposed to be finding on him, instead getting lost in his looks, his voice, the way he talked to her. 

Which led them to where they were now. Fucking on the regular. 

Felix lounged back on the bed, his eyes roving appreciatively over y/n’s body as she stood before him. She was wearing a thin silk robe, the deep V-neck giving him a tantalizing peek at her cleavage. Her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"Well, well, well," Felix purred, "don't you look good enough to eat, sweetheart."

Y/n smirked and tied her robe tighter. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Felix," she teased. "Unless...you plan to put that clever tongue of yours to good use?"

Felix chuckled lowly and crooked a finger at her. "Come here and find out, beautiful."

Y/n bit her lip and sauntered over to the bed, letting her robe fall open to reveal her naked body beneath. Felix's eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of her, from the swell of her breasts to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he groaned, reaching out to grab her wrist and yank her down onto the bed. Y/n squealed in surprise as she landed on top of him, her bare skin pressing against his clothed body.

"Someone's eager," she purred, grinding her hips against the prominent bulge in his pants. "Is that all for me?"

"You know it is," Felix growled, cupping her ass and pulling her harder against him. "I'm always hard for you, baby. Always ready to give you what you need.”

Y/n moaned and kissed him fiercely, plundering his mouth with her tongue. Felix kissed her back just as passionately, one hand tangling in her hair while the other continued to grope her ass.

He broke the kiss after a long moment and smirked up at her. "Take off my clothes, sweetheart," he commanded huskily. "I want to feel that hot little mouth on me."

Y/n shivered with anticipation and sat back on her heels, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She traced her fingers over his chest and abdomen as she went, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his smooth skin. Felix groaned and arched into her touch.

"Keep going," he urged breathlessly as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

Y/n complied eagerly, fumbling with his belt and zipper until she could finally free his straining cock. She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and pumped it slowly, smearing the pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Mmm, so big and hard," she purred, leaning down to lick a stripe up his length. "I love how you taste, Felix."

Felix tangled a hand in her hair and guided her head lower. "Then suck it like a good little girl," he ordered smugly. "Worship my cock with that pretty mouth."

Y/n shot him a sultry look but obediently parted her lips, taking him deep into her throat. She moaned around him as she bobbed her head, relishing his salty taste and the way he filled her mouth. 

"That's it, sweetheart," Felix groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as she sucked him. "Take it all. Fuck, your mouth feels so good."

He rocked his hips up into her face, fucking her throat steadily as she gagged and slurped around him. Y/n loved the feeling of being used for his pleasure, loved the dominant way he held her head and controlled her movements.

After several minutes, Felix tugged her off his cock and dragged her up his body for a filthy kiss. "Enough teasing," he rasped against her lips. "I need to be inside you, baby."

Y/n whimpered in agreement and straddled his hips, reaching between them to notch his cock at her entrance. She sank down on him with a low moan, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"God, yes," she gasped, rocking her hips to take him even deeper. "You fill me up so good, Felix."

Felix gripped her waist and pistoned his hips upward, slamming into her slick heat. "Ride me, baby," he urged hoarsely. "Take what you need.”

Y/n did just that, bouncing on his cock with wild abandon. Her tits jiggled enticingly with every movement, and Felix leaned up to capture one sensitive nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. 

"Fuck, just like that," he groaned, laving the sensitive bud with his tongue. "Gonna make you come so hard on my cock, angel. I know you want it.” 

Y/n could only cry out and move faster, chasing her orgasm. She could feel it building rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Felix thrust up into her sharply and pinched her clit, sending her hurtling over the edge.

She came with a scream of his name, pussy clenching down on him like a vice. Felix snarled and pounded into her through the aftershocks, prolonging her pleasure until he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" he groaned, slamming up into her one last time before stilling deep inside. Y/n could feel him pulsing as he filled her with his hot cum, marking her as his.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, gasping for breath. Felix pulled y/n down for a languid kiss, tangling his fingers in her damp hair.

"Never get enough of you, sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. "So fucking perfect."

Y/n smiled and nuzzled into his neck, feeling completely satisfied and cherished. She thought back to a couple of months ago when she was desperately trying to bring him down because of his parents divorce. She’s glad that now she gets to scream his name instead of dragging it through the dirt.

[casedclosedbye]

[Wherein spencer reid is tired from work and you cockwarm him]

Characters: Spencer reid x reader

C: Smut

Spencer Reid has been very tired and busy while he's at work at the BAU, often times doesn't come home due to the amount of work he has to do or the fact he is out of state with the team. When he does come home, he's pretty much put off of it, staring off to the ceiling and just sitting on the couch, but of course, he'll try to give some affection to you...

You sauntered into the dimly lit living room, your curvaceous figure barely contained by a thin, oversized hoodie - one of Spencer's many shirts she'd pilfered during his long absences. The fabric hung loosely on your shoulders, slipping tantalizingly low to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts. Your locks, tumbled in tousled waves around your face, a testament to the restless nights spent yearning for your beloved's touch.

As you approached the worn leather couch where Spencer sat hunched over a pile of case files, your eyes gleamed with mischief and unbridled lust.

Spencer's nose twitches slightly as he catches the faint scent of his own cologne mingling with your natural aroma. His dark eyes flick up to meet yours, exhaustion evident in their depths, yet a spark of hunger ignites as he drinks in the sight of you draped in his clothing.

"That's quite the tempting picture you paint, darling. Wearing my things, filling them with your essence..." His voice is a low, gravelly rumble." You have no idea how badly I wanted to come home to you tonight. To lose myself in your warmth, your softness..."

One hand leaves the file to trail along your thigh, fingertips digging in lightly as if to confirm you're real.

"But duty calls, much as I wish it didn't. These cases won't solve themselves."

You smirk as you walk over to him, sitting on his lap "Mhmm, you don't know how much I missed you leaning in closer" you lightly trace his chest through the fabric of his collared shirt "I missed your touch, your voice, your scent...mhmm especially your scent" you smell his scent from his neck lightly nipping on him making him roll his eyes and head back for more exposure

"I wore your hoodies while you're away and it just made me miss you more...to the point I'm touching myself every night and your hoodies are covered in my juices" you lean in leaving hot trail of kisses from his neck to his jaw.

"I especially miss your fat cock in me" you lightly move your hips on hip feeling Spencer hardening from under you. "How you fuck me senseless..how I missed you filling me with your cum"

You straddle Spencer's lap, the heat of your core pressing against his rapidly stiffening length through the thin fabric of his slacks. You winds your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the short hairs at his nape as she gazes at him through lowered lashes.

"Oh, Spence... I need you so badly. Every night without you feels like an eternity." You roll your hips slowly, deliberately, coating his clothed erection with your damp arousal. "Let me help you relax, baby. I promise I'll be quick and quiet... just a little stress relief for my hardworking man."

Leaning in, you traces the shell of his ear with your tongue before whispering sultrily, "I'll rock on this big, thick cock until you forget all about those boring reports. Fill me up nice and deep, make me yours again."

Spencer sighs, tilting his head to the side to give you more access to his neck. He moves his hands up your back, his palms gently running over your back "I have a lot of work to do angel, you know that"

he said in a shaky voice. You could tell how much he was holding himself back from you. He wanted you to keep going so he could let himself go too

He sets the papers aside with a frustrated sigh, his eyes darkening with desire as he looks at you. "Darling, you're playing with fire here. I'm trying to get this report done, but all I can think about is burying myself inside you."

"Finish work faster then," you say as you continue kissing his neck

he groans quietly, tilting his head to the side to give you even more access. He could feel himself getting harder with your kisses. He let out a shaky breath and spoke in a rough voice

His large hands grip your hips possessively, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. "As much as I want to bend you over the arm of the couch and take you hard, I have to finish this first. It's important."

Leaning in, he nips at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "But after I'm done, I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you're screaming my name. I'll make up for every moment we've been apart."

"Or..." you smirk and pull him out and slide down on him as he attempts to get back to work, making sure he's watching your every move.

"I'll just sit on your lap then"

Spencer groans as he feels your warmth wrap around him. "Angel... you're making it difficult to concentrate" he grips onto your hips tighter

"Work, spence" you say as you sit comfortably on him feeling him in you twitching and itching for any kind of friction from your warmth

he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the work in front of him, taking occasional glances at you on his lap, he was struggling to concentrate, you were a constant distraction, but he tried to focus anyway

"I can't... I can't concentrate with you like that..youre being such a brat" he said in a shaky voice while trying to read his papers

You continue to sit still on Spencer's lap, feeling his hardness throb insistently against your heated center despite his words. A coy smile plays at the corners of your mouth as you notices his futile attempts to focus on the papers.

"Aww, am I distracting you, baby?" You purr, purposefully shifting your weight to grind down ever so slightly. "That's too bad... because I'm not planning on moving anytime soon."

Your nimble fingers play the buttons of his shirt, one by one. "You say I'm being a brat, but I think you secretly love it when I tease you like this. Gets your blood pumping, hmm?"

Spencer's breathing grows heavier as your teasing touches and provocative movements stoke the flames of his desire. He sets the papers aside with a resigned groan, his full attention now focused solely on the temptress in his lap.

"Fuck... you're impossible." His large hands slide up to cup her generous breasts, kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric of the borrowed hoodie. "Fine, you win. I can't concentrate worth a damn with you sitting on my cock like this."

In one swift motion, he stands, lifting her easily as he turns to press her back against the wall. His hips pin her in place as he claims her mouth in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and pent-up passion. "I hope you're ready for what you started, Angel."

You moan into the heated kiss, your body melting against Spencer's larger frame. You hook a leg around his hip, using the leverage to grind yourself more firmly against the rigid outline of his erection. Your nails rake down his back as you arches into him, desperate for more contact.

"Mmm, yes Spence... I've been ready for you all day." You pant against his lips, your eyes glazed with lust. "I need you inside me, filling me up. Want to feel that big cock stretching me open...Take me right here against the wall, baby. Fuck me hard and fast, make me scream. I don't care if the whole neighborhood hears how good you make me feel!"

You throw your head back with a sharp cry of ecstasy as Spencer pounds into you, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin as she clings to him desperately.

"Yes, yes, YES! Oh god Spence, just like that!" You wail, meeting him thrust for thrust. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by their escalating moans and grunts. "Harder baby, please! Ruin me with this big fucking cock!"

Your inner muscles begin to flutter and clench around him erratically as your peak approaches. You buries her face in the crook of his neck, panting harshly against his sweat-slicked skin.

Your entire body trembles with overwhelming pleasure as he drives into me relentlessly, each deep stroke hitting that perfect spot inside. You wrap my legs tighter around his waist, urging him even deeper.

"Ahhh fuck, you're so deep... splitting me open on this huge cock." I moan wantonly, my nails raking down his back as I hold on for dear life. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter with each passing second. "Don't stop, please don't ever stop! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

Throwing my head back, I let out a silent scream as my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clamps down rhythmically, milking his pistoning shaft as I ride out the intense waves of ecstasy.

As the aftershocks of your intense climax continue to course through my trembling form, I cling to him desperately, my face buried in the crook of his neck. You pepper his sweat-slicked skin with open-mouthed kisses and nips, tasting the saltiness of his exertion.

"Mmmm Spence... that was incredible," you purr breathlessly, your inner muscles still fluttering weakly around his still-hard length."But don't think we're done yet, mister. I want to feel you cum inside me... fill me up with your hot seed until it's leaking out of me."

Slowly, sensually, you start to roll my hips again, grinding myself along his thick shaft buried deep within my sopping cunt. My slick walls massage him from every angle, coaxing him closer to his own release.

As the last spurts of his release dribble into you, Spencer collapses forward, pinning you to the wall with his larger frame. He peppers your face and neck with soft kisses, interspersed with tender nips and licks as he comes down from his high.

"That was... fuck, that was amazing," he murmurs huskily, his voice rough with satisfaction. Slowly, reluctantly, he starts to soften inside you, but makes no move to pull out just yet. "Love feeling my cum sloshing around in this perfect little pussy... marking you from the inside out."

His hands roam your curves reverently, mapping out every dip and swell as he holds you close. "Mmmm... I could stay buried in you forever, my angel. Never want to slip out of this heavenly heat."

You remain nestled against the wall, savoring the delicious weight of Spencer's body pressing me there as our heart rates gradually slow. The warm, heavy feeling of his release settling deep inside me sends pleasant shivers through my nerves. I tilt my head to capture his lips in a languid, sensual kiss, pouring all my post-coital bliss into the intimate gesture.

"Mmmm... I love having you so deep, filling me up so perfectly," I murmur dreamily when we finally part for air. My inner muscles give a lazy, contented squeeze around his semi-hard length still nestled within my folds. "Stay just like this a while longer? I don't want to lose a single precious drop of you yet..."

After several long moments basking in the afterglow, Spencer finally pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, a lazy, satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch infinitely gentle despite the intensity of your coupling mere minutes before.

"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to kill me with pleasure," he teases, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "The way you take me so perfectly, like you were made for my cock... it's enough to bring a man to his knees."

He shifts his hips slightly, a reminder of his semi-hardness still nestled snugly inside your cum-filled channel. "What do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable, hmm?"

[pipermca]

"Yeah, I'm gonna need you to stay late tonight to finish up those reports. Hey, great, thanks for volunteering! You're such a team player, really showing everyone how it's done. When I get my bonus this year I'll be sure to mention you at the staff appreciation pizza party."

[lokigodofmyheart]

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 4.479.

Summary: Tony and Y/N have a friends with benefit situation. But what happens when someone wants more and the other don't?

Warning/Content: angst, fluff.

MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my first time writting a Tony x Reader. Dividers by @cafekitsune <3

Fury was on her, wanting the reports from last mission. And obviously, the only person who hadn’t finished yet was Stark. Somehow, Fury thought that if someone could make him do it, it would be Y/N. And that’s how she ended up in his lab. 

Tony was sitting in his chair, doing absolutely nothing with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked at her with his usual smirk “What’s bring you here, Y/L/N?” 

“Have you finished your report from the last mission, Stark?” She asks, walking closer to his desk. 

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair “No, not yet. Why?” 

“Fury needs it. And he’s been waiting for it for two days now.” Y/N knew how Tony was and how much he hated to make those reports. In the end, she always ends up finishing for him. 

Tony rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his glass “I'll finish it, but not right now. I'm in the middle of something.” 

“Yeah, I can see it.” She glares at him, before she starts going through the giant amount of paper on his desk.  

Tony stops put his glass down on the desk and looks at her with a small smirk “Are you really here to talk about the reports?” 

“Yes.” She finally found it. 

“And are you sure that's the only reason you're here?” His smirks didn’t flatter. 

Y/N grabs the file in her hands “Yes.” That’s all she said before she turns around without looking at him and left his lab. 

Tony watched as she walked away from him, without any further comment. Obviously, given their situation, he found it a bit weird. 

The next day, Y/N was in her room when she heard a knock on her door. She open it, seeing Tony standing there.  

“Yes?”  

The man leaned against the doorway, with a small smile that he saved just for her when they were alone “I need to go to the mall, buy a few things. Wanna tag along?” 

Her face turn to an apologetic one “Sorry, I’m not feeling very well...” 

“You feel sick?” He asked her and she could noticed the worry in his voice. 

“No, not. Just a small headache, nothing major...but thanks for the invitation anyway.” She gave him a small smile. 

Tony was a bit reluctant to believe her but didn't want to press further “Yeah, ok. Rest well.” 

“Thanks.” She gently closes the door. He stood there for a few seconds, worried, before he walked away. 

The next time something like that happened, it was after movie night with the team. Everyone said good night after the movie ended, leaving just the two of them in the living room. Y/N slowly got up from the couch “I’m going to bed too.” 

Tony quickly got up too, grabbing her arm gently and smirk “Why don't we go to mine?” 

Again, the apologetic expression crossed her face “I’m on my period. Sorry.”  

His smirk dropped slightly as his grip loosened and his hand fall from her arm “Oh...” 

Y/N gave a small apologetic smile “Night, Stark.” 

He nods “Night, Y/L/N.” 

Tony thought it was just a coincidence, but he noticed that she looked like she was avoiding being alone with him. It had been more than a week since they had sex and every time he tried, she just had some short of excuse.  

He waited until she finished her training and cornered her when she was leaving the room. “Y/L/N, we need to talk.” 

Y/N stops and look at him “Sure.” 

He looked around to see if anyone was around and he crossed his arms “Have I done something to you?” 

“No.” She made a confused face as she looked at him. 

He studied her features for a moment, before he spoke again, a little lower “You've been avoiding me lately...” 

“No, I’m not.” 

Stark stepped closer to her “Then explain why you're avoiding spending time with me alone.” 

Y/N gave him a small smile “I’m not. Really.” 

“Then why did you always have some sort of excuse each time I ask you to hang out just the two of us?” 

She looked at his face and could see that he was somewhat hurt by her actions “I told you, I wasn't feeling well one day, and the other one I was in my period.” 

He didn’t really believe her “What about the other time at the lab? You came, got some paper, and were gone in a second. You didn't even try to engage with me.” 

“I was busy with the report you didn’t finish. Fury needed that.” She explains and hoped he would buy it. 

Clearly he didn’t. “Like you care about the reports. I think you're avoiding me.” 

“I’m not, Tony.” She says with a gentle voice. “Why don’t you come to my room later, and we can...talk.” She smirks at the last word. 

“Alright, I'll come...” He said, before walking away back to his room, excited for what he could only assume was going to happen tonight. 

As soon as she noticed he had left, her smirk dropped “Fuck...”  

Y/N didn’t know what to do. Yes, she had been avoiding him. They had this friend with benefits things, and she knew from the start that it was all that was and it couldn’t be more. But she had catch feelings for the billionaire and she didn’t know what to do. 

Later, Y/N was sitting on her bed with her laptop in her lap finishing another report for Fury when she heard a soft knock on her door. 

“Come in!” She says without moving from her spot. 

Tony opened the door and walked in, a smirk on his face “Hey, sweetheart.” 

She smiles looking at him “Hey.” 

He walked to the bed, sitting down next to her, he was wearing just a tank top and sweatpants “So, you wanted to...talk.” 

Y/N chuckles softly, closing her laptop and putting on her nightstand. Tony leaned against the headboard, and pulled her onto his lap “You know, the way you were acting today had me a bit worried for a second. I thought I'd done something to upset you...” 

“You’ve done nothing.” She smiles. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him, his lips next to her ear “Good, I'm glad...” he began peppering light kisses on her neck and began to kiss down her neck, and to her shoulder, his hands slowly running up and down her waist and thighs. She just froze, she didn’t know what do to. Yes, she wanted sex with him, but her heart was screaming at her. 

Tony felt the tension in her body and he pulled away slightly, worried “You okay, sweetie?” 

“Yeah...” She tried to mask it with a smile, but Tony could notice on her voice something was wrong. 

His hands came up to cup her face, keeping her looking at him “You feel a bit tense. Talk to me...” Her smile slightly drops and that worried him even more “Y/N, what's wrong?” 

“I’m sorry...” Her voice was almost a whisper “I don’t think I can do this anymore...” 

“It's okay. We can do this another time.” He says with his hand rubbing her side to comfort her. 

“No, I didn’t mean like that.” 

Tony frowned and looked into her eyes “Then what do you mean?” 

Y/N sighs, before she spoke again “I can’t do this...” she points between them. 

His heart ached a bit at her words “You don't want this anymore?” 

“I'm sorry...” she says, getting off his lap and sitting by his side with her hands in her lap. 

He stayed sitting on the bed, looking at her, trying to hide the sadness that was building inside of him “Why? I thought...I thought things were good between us...” 

Y/N looked at him and she could see the pain on his face “It is...was...I swear it was.” 

“Then...why are you ending this? What changed? What did I do, huh?” he was trying to stay calm, but it was hard. He wanted answers. 

“You did nothing wrong.” She smiles sadly at him. 

“Then why? Do...do you not want me?” He let out a shaky breath, his eyes met hers again. 

“I do. And that’s the problem.” Her voice was low as she spoke. 

That made Stark was more confused now “Why is that a problem? I want you too.” 

“Because I want more.”  

There was silence. He took a few seconds trying to gather his thought before answering her with a frow on his face “But, we agreed from the start that-” 

“I know.” she cuts him “And that's why I'm ending this.” 

Tony et out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair “Y/N, I care about you, but that's- I can't give you what you want...” 

“I know.” She says and he could hear the sadness on her voice. He hated knowing that he was hurting her with his words, but he couldn't give her what she wanted.  

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again “Do you regret us?” 

“No.” she smiles, looking at him, still with a hint of sadness “Never.” 

He reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers “Me neither, sweetheart...” 

Y/N looked down at their hands together “I mean, we still can do the friends part.” 

Stark chuckled sadly, bringing their intertwined hands to his lips “Can friendship really be enough?” 

“It has to be.” She whispers. 

He sighed, hating the way this conversation was going “You know I care a lot about you. I just...I don't do relationships anymore, not after...” 

“I know.” She squeezes his hand slightly “And that’s why I’m not asking for it.” 

“This suck, you know. I'm losing someone I care about, and I hate myself for it.” he ran a hand through his hair frustrated. 

Y/N was feeling her eyes filling up with tears, and she blinks, trying to fight it “Believe me, this is much harder for me.” 

“It's hard for both of us, okay?”he said a bit harshly before immediately regretting it “Fuck...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap.” 

She shakes her head, not wanting to cry in front of him “No, it isn't. You care about me when I...I fell in love.” 

The moment he heard those words, his heart ached even more. He wasn't sure what to say to that... so for a while, he just stayed silent, fiddling with her fingers. His jaw was clenched as he tried to control the emotions coursing through his body...he felt like a terrible person, knowing that he could not return her feelings. “I...I wish I could give you what you want. I really do...” 

“Me too...” 

Tony let out a shaky breath and squeezed the hand of hers that he was still holding. Even though he knew it probably wasn't a good idea, he pulled her a bit closer to him, resting his head on her shoulder “We can still be friends, right?” 

Y/N rest her head on his “Of course.” 

For a while, he let himself just feel the comfort of being close to her. But then he pulled away, reluctantly letting go of her hand and getting up from the bed “I should go...” Y/N just nods, not trusting her voice to answer.  He looked down at her for a moment before leaning down and placing a feather-like kiss on her forehead. Part of him wanted to pull her into his arms and never let her go, but instead, he straightened up and without another word, he walked out of her room. 

“Night, Stark...” She says, holding back her tears, knowing that after he left, they would never be this close again. 

“Goodnight, Y/L/N.” He said without looking back, knowing that the sight of her sad face would tear his heart even more. 

Tony walked down the hallway and into his room, walking straight to the mini fridge and grabbing a bottle of liquor. He sat down on the couch but didn't open the bottle just yet. Instead, he buried his head in his hands and let all his bottled-up emotions flood out of his every pore for what felt like hours. He sat there for hours, trying to get himself under control. But the mere idea that the one person he was closest to in the Tower was no longer his... that he had no right to touch, kiss, or hold... he grabbed the bottle of liquor, taking a long sip, as a single thought echoed in his mind ‘You're a complete idiot, Stark.’ 

Y/N stood in her bed, bringing her knees to her chest and finally letting the tears fload after Tony left until she eventually cried herself to sleep. In just a few minutes, Tony finished the first bottle and opened the second, the words she said earlier echoed in his mind. I fell in love. 

The first week had been rough for both of them. They were avoiding each other, which mean they were avoiding the kitchen, the common room, the training room. While Y/N was more quiet than usual and saying she was suffering from allergies to justify that sometimes her eyes and nose were red, Tony just was in a incredible bad mood all the time. The team watched the whole situation with worry and confusion. Everyone knew there was something wrong with Tony, usually when he was in a bad mood, he would go around the tower, annoying and trying to get a reaction out of everyone. But now, he was practically avoiding any interaction. 

-- 

Tony was in the kitchen, enjoying the silence with a coffee in his hand, when Clint, Thor and Steve entered and stopped in front of him. He let out a tired sigh, knowing that wouldn’t be good “What do you all want?” 

Thor studied his face, before speaking “I know that look.” 

“What look?” 

“That look” Thor points at him “The same one I had when Jane broke up with me.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, annoyed with the direction the conversation was going “I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine.” 

“Yeah, Thor.” Clint started “That would imply that Stark was dating someone.” 

“Yes, thank you for that useless addition, bird brain.” Tony rolled his eyes as he leaned against the counter, taking a sip of his coffee “So, are you all just going to keep staring at me, or you have something to say?” 

Steve spoke this time “What's going on, Tony? And don't say nothing, because we all know that you're not fine.” 

Stark groaned, his shoulders slumping a bit “Just...it's nothing, alright? Can you just leave it be?” 

This time it was Clint who spoke “No, because obviously something is happening. Or had happened.” 

He took a deep breath, trying to control his temper “Can you just drop this? I just...I don't want to talk about her.” 

“Oh, so it is a woman?” Thor ask curious. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose “Damn it, yes, Thor. It was a woman, okay?” 

There was a moment of silence, Thor and Clint sharing a knowing look while Steve just stared at him “Well, what happened?” 

Despite himself, Tony’s voice trembled a bit when he spoke “She...she told me she wanted more. And I couldn't give her what she wanted. So we...we just ended things.” He took a gulp of his coffee to try and hide the turmoil he was still feeling “It's done, alright? It's over, and there's nothing that can be changed. Can we please just drop it?” 

The three of them study him, before Steve spoke in a gentle tone “You love her” It wasn't a question. 

Tony didn't even try to deny it this time. He let out a shaky breath and nodded, his eyes downcast “Yeah. I do.” 

“She loves you, right?” Steve asked “Since you said she wanted more, I thought...” 

He nodded and chuckled bitterly “That's the funny part. She does. But i made it clear from the start that I couldn't give her what she wanted. And we agreed to keep it casual. But...she said she still fell in love with me. 

“Arrangements can be changed.” Thor says. 

“It's not that simple, Thor.” Tony let out a tired sigh “What she wants...a serious relationship, commitment, all of that...I can't give her that.” 

“Why not? What are you so afraid of?” Steve was the one who spoke this time. 

“I'm not...” he starts to deny but stop mid-sentence and let out a frustrated breath “I'm not afraid.” he paused for a moment, looking over at Steve before continuing “I'm...I'm a mess, alright? I have demons that still haunt me, nightmares that don't let me sleep more than a few hours. I can be a dick in general and I...I haven't done the whole "relationship" thing in years. I can't get involved in that again.” 

“Don't you remember the last time he dated Pepper?” Clint says to Steve “He looked like hell after they broke up.” 

Tony rolls his eyes “Thanks a lot, bird brain, for remind me about one of the most painful times of my life.” 

Thor nods, agreeing “Yeah, you were just a little worse than you are now. The only thing that took you out of the misery was Y/N moving here and you becoming friends.” Steve and Clint looked at Thor. 

Tony groaned, realizing Thor was absolutely right. He never said it out loud, but deep down, he knew that the only reason he hadn't completely lost his brain after the whole Pepper situation, was Y/N. Having her around, being her friend, helped a lot during those dark months. He rubbed his eyes, suddenly feeling the exhaustion again “What's the point of this conversation, guys? Even if I wanted too, it's too late now. She ended things because I didn't want to give her more than what we had.” 

“The question here is simple: Do you wanna give her what she wants?” Barton asked him. 

Stark looks at him for a moment, before answering slowly and honestly “Yes...I do.” 

Steve puts a hand on his shoulder “Then talk to her. I'm sure she'll listen.” 

He chuckled bitterly “It's funny that you think it's that simple. We ended things weeks ago and we've been avoiding each other ever since. You really think she'll want to talk to me now?” 

“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking...she’ll listen.” Clint says. Obviously, after Thor made that comment, Barton and Rogers realized who he was talking about. 

And if everything couldn’t get worse, Y/N walked into the kitchen to get some water just in that moment, but she stops seeing Tony and the guys. She knew if she turned back, it would be suspicious, so she walked to the fridge to get her water “Hi...” 

Tony’s body tenses as soon as he saw her, his heart starting to pound hard on his chest. He quickly stands up from where he was resting his back against the counter, his eyes fixed on her. “Hey...”  

The three other Avengers made some lame excuses and left them alone. Tony stayed in his spot against the counter, watching the other members of the team leave the kitchen. Silence fell between them as they both stood a few feet apart from each other. 

“So... how’s it going?” Y/N spoke quietly, trying to make some small talk. 

“Like crap...” Tony didn't want to lie or pretend to be fine, and he knew she wouldn't believe it anyway. So he decided to go for honesty “How about you?” 

“Same.” 

He didn't like the tiredness in her voice, and he hated that he was responsible for it “You're not sleeping well either, right?” Y/N just answers with a head shake. He sighs softly, his heart clenching at the thought that she was suffering with the situation between them as much as he was “Same here...” 

“What a duo, huh?” She gave him a sad smile. 

Despite the situation, he chuckled softly “Yeah...” there was a moment of silence between them before he spoke again “You're avoiding me...” 

“I am...I needed a bit of space.” There was a minute of silence before she spoke again “You're avoiding me too...” 

He looked down for a few seconds, ashamed with himself “I...yeah, I know. I just...I didn't know if you wanted to see me...or if you would want to talk to me...” 

“Tony...” she walks closer to him, putting her water aside “I'm not mad at you or anything. I was sincere when I said we could still be friend.” 

As she walked closer to him, he looked at her face carefully, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. He clenched his jaw tightly as a wave of guilt washed over him. “You're not sleeping.” it wasn't a question, it was more a statement of his realization. 

Y/N rolls her eyes “Have you heard a word I said?” 

Despite everything, one thing he had missed the most was her eye-rolling, and he felt a tiny sense of relief as she did it now “I heard you. I also notice that you're looking like a zombie. You should be sleeping.” 

“You should be too. And not drinking.” 

He chuckled bitterly “Yeah, well. I sleep better after I drink. It helps with the nightmares.” 

“...they came back?” Y/N’s face softens, she knew about his nightmares. 

“Yes, a couple days after...we ended things.” He looked down, avoiding saying the word 'break up' because he still didn't want to believe that's what really had happened. 

“Are you okay?”  

Tony lifts his head, his eyes meeting hers. As much as he wanted to lie and say that he was fine, he wasn't able to do it “No, I'm not...truth is, I haven't been okay at all since you end things with me. I'm...I'm a mess, really. I drink every night, I can't sleep more than a few hours each night, and...and I miss you. I miss you so damn much.” He paused for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to control the emotions he was feeling and the words he was saying, but he continued “I know I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be telling you all of this. I have no right...but I do miss you. I miss our nights together, our movie nights...and most of all, I miss talking to you, having you by my side...and I can't lie and say I don't miss being with you...” he laughed bitterly “Hell, I miss us...I should have never let you go...I should have...I should have said yes. I should have said yes to everything you wanted. But I was scared...” 

“Scared of what...?” She asks without looking away from him. 

“Scared of committing, scared of being in a relationship again, being trapped...terrified of ending up like I did after Pepper broke up with me...” He let out a strangled breath “I was so goddamn terrified of losing myself again, of having my heart broken again, that I ended up pushing the only person who was willing to be with me, away. And what the hell was the point since I end up breaking my own heart anyway...” 

“You said 'was'...” she spoke quietly. 

Tony looked at her again, his eyes going wide in realization of what he said. “Yes...”his voice was barely above a whisper, but he didn't look away from her “I said 'was'...” He could see the look on her face becoming almost a hopeful one. “I was terrified...” he repeated, as he moved so he was standing right in front of her. He hesitantly reached out his hands to touch hers and she did not pull back.  

A tiny sigh of relief escaped his lips as she let him touch her, her hands so much smaller than his. He gently laced their fingers together, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hands and Tony took a deep breath before continuing “I know what I want...and I want you. I want us...everything. I wanna take you out on dates, I wanna sleep with you and see you pretty face when I wake up. I want to watch silly movies with you, and laugh at your silly comments. I wanna be with you when you're not feeling well...I want everything. Hell, I want to marry you, I want a family...I want a future and I can't see one without you on it.” he paused for a moment, but continued in a soft whisper “And the most important thing...I want to make you happy. I want to make you smile and laugh every single day. I want to give you everything I have, everything I am...hell, I want to give you the goddamn moon if that's what you want. But most of all...I want to give you my heart...because you're the only one I trust with it...” 

Y/N didn’t answer, she just cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. The moment her lips brushed against his, he groaned loudly before cupping her face with his hands and pulling her even closer, the kiss becoming more and more urgent and frantic as he let out all the pent-up feelings and emotions through it. She parted the kiss, but didn't pull back “Are you sure?” 

Tony rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed and his breathing becoming more ragged as he tried to regain control over himself. He opened his eyes and looked at her face, one of his hands moving to brush against her cheeks “Never been more sure of anything in my life, sweetheart.” 

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before continuing “Y/N Y/L/N...will you be my girlfriend?”  

Y/N smile and nods “Yes.” He let out another breath of relief, a huge wave of happiness washing over his entire body.  

They stayed in that position for a few seconds before he leaned in to kiss her again, this time the kiss was gentle and unrushed. “God, I missed you so much...” 

“I missed you too...” 

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, her face resting on his chest and his face buried in her hair. He took a deep breath, relishing in the feeling of having her in his arms once again, and the realization that it wouldn't just be a fling. It was real, it was more than physical desire. He cared for her, he loved her, and she was his “I love you.” 

Y/N smiles “Say it again...” 

Tony smiles at her request “I love you.” he says, gently pulling her face away from his chest so he could look directly in her eyes “I'm in love with you...And I plan on saying it every damn day for the rest of our lives.” 

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How To Not Welcome The New Years (MHA)

(MHA Edition x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: Everyone is Aged Up (18+), Cheating, Angst, Hurt/Injured, No One Is a Good Person Including the Reader, (C: Bakugou, Shinso, Monoma, Kirishima, Aizawa, and Hawks)

Bakugou

He was always too busy for the smallest of things.

He was too busy to set up a date night.

He was always too busy.

He had no problem doing the interviews he hated but he had an issue if you asked him to go to bed with you if you wanted some affection.

Your relationship was wilting away right under him and he seemed to not care.

You checked out of it already. You were ready for him to end things soon since he didn't bother to get you a present for Christmas and he didn't even come home for the holiday either.

He didn't even bother to open them once he got home and instead went to his office to finish up some reports.

You thought that maybe he would try to put in an effort for New Year's.

His agency always hosts a party for the sidekicks and you, delusionally, thought he would take you.

He left you behind at home to greet the new year.

You called him.

He surprised you when he picked up. In the background, you could hear his friends talking.

Maybe once upon a time, it would hurt that he was prioritizing his friends but you were numb. It no longer mattered.

"What do you need Y/n?" He was annoyed. Maybe it was at you. Maybe it was because of how loud his friends were being. Kirishima could be heard in the background talking about some trip he had planned for after New Year's.

You dont remember the last time he ever took you on a vacation.

"I'm breaking up with you. I'll be out by tonight." You're to the point. There was no reason for you to prolong it.

He fell out of love and you were done with being in love with someone who didn't see you as worth spending his time on.

"W-what?! What are you talking about?"

"Bye Bakugou." You ended the call and began packing.

Your phone kept ringing as you packet. You turned it off after the 5th call.

You had an apartment already. You had it just in case you ended the relationship earlier.

You welcomed the new year alone and walking down the busy and joy-filled streets of Japan, bags in hand and phone turned off.

Shinso

He was so sweet when you both started dating.

He was attentive and patient with you. Never did he raise his voice even when you were in the wrong.

He coddled you and that was something you didn't mind too much as your relationship progressed.

It felt nice to be wanted and to be looked after but it began to change as you both got older and entered your respective careers.

He started snapping at you.

He was angry. He reminded you of Bakugou but he lacked the ego.

The once loving and comforting Shinso was now a brut who came home to get upset with you.

He yelled, he cried. He was frustrated beyond belief. He repeated as much to you.

"You wouldn't understand just how hard my job is." doesn't matter if you worked the same job or not, he always made you feel like you were not as hard-working or as overworked as him.

For the holidays he didn't bother to put on a happy face when you visited your family. He started arguing that you should have gone to his family for the holidays.

For New Years you had hoped he would've appreciated the reservation you made at his favorite restaurant.

You dressed up and made sure to make yourself look and feel good. You liked having an excuse to dress up, try something new, and see what might make him happy.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant since he was out working.

And when you got there he was in his hero uniform instead of the suit he had said he was going to change into at the agency he worked at.

He was sweaty and dirty, and his hair had stuck to his forehead.

"Shinso, you said that-" You were cut off as he slammed his hand against the table, the drinks that had been set spilling onto the table and onto the floor.

"For fuck sake, Y/n. I just got off of work. Can I please relax?" He snapped at you.

You started the New Year crying. He kept muttering to himself about how upsetting it was that he couldn't eat in peace.

Monoma

He was gentlemanly with you. Always opening the door for you, taking his jacket/hoodie/coat off so you could wear it even if it means that he'd be cold.

He was always attentive even if he was self-centered at times.

As he entered his career he was bombarded with work all at once. He never had a moment for you and when he got home he would say he was tired.

You thought that maybe for the Holidays he would get a break but that wasn’t the case. He was working late, barely answering his phone and sleeping at the agency just so he could finish paperwork.

He told you that he would take you to the agency’s New Year’s party.

You were enjoying the music and the drinks, speaking to his friends and your friends when you realized he wasn’t by your side anymore.

You looked for him and in a hallway you found him kissing with someone who you knew to be a sidekick.

“Monoma” You didn’t know what to say or do. He jumped and pushed the sidekick away before trying to get close to you.

“Y/n! W-Wait! Let me explain. This is all a big misunderstanding!” He tried explaining but you were already walking away. He went back to the party and couldn’t find you anywhere.

No one knew where you were and he couldn’t get a hold of you. He started panicking thinking that you might have gotten hurt or worse.

Kirishima

Kirishima didn’t know when to quit and that was the reason why you loved him so much.

He was always trying to push himself to do things that he might fear for the sake of someone else.

He was scared to ask you out and when he managed to get the word with he couldn’t help let out a cheer when you accepted to date him.

Once he started his pro-hero career it took a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

He was constantly getting injured and every time you had come to the hospital not knowing how or why he got hurt.

There were times when he nearly died and it left you distraught. You never knew when it would be the last time you’d see him.

And he refused to tell you what he was doing or how hurt he was.

New Year's was no different.

He was hurt and bleeding out after fighting a villain. He was rushed to the hospital and when you arrived to check up on him he snapped at you when you began asking him what happened.

You had spent so long telling him that you wanted him to stop taking so many risks. His health and life were on the line and he truly didn’t need to be making brash decisions.

"Y/n, if I don't do this who will?" He was frustrated and you understood that but you also dreaded someday not having the chance to see him again.

"Eijiro, please-"

"Y/n, stop. Just please stop." He doesn't want to hear you complain and he asks you to leave.

He hears the fireworks outside his hospital room.

Aizawa

He's always stressed out and that's how you met him.

He was feeding strays on his patrol and he saw you doing the same.

You started dating and it didn't bother you at all that he was absent often since he worked at UA and as an underground hero.

He made an effort to be there for the holidays but even if he couldn't be there he would make sure to tell you in advance.

The only issue with this was that he prioritized work and solitude more than being around people.

You could understand that he wanted to have his breaks in peace but it also meant that he would push you away.

It started bothering you after a while. You told him that you'd like to spend more time with him and he agreed that he could try but nothing changed.

UA decided to host a New Year's party for the teachers and students.

Aizawa went, not bothering to tell you, and when you tried getting a hold of him he didn't answer his phone.

You got into an argument when he came back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the party? I could have joined you." You felt hurt.

"I only went to keep the peace. Hizashi made me go."

"And you could have brought me so I could meet your coworkers."

"Stop it. Im tired and want to sleep, Y/n." He cut you off.

He went to bed leaving you to sleep on the couch as you watched the news broadcasters celebrate the new year.

Hawks

He played the role of an attentive boyfriend well.

He felt something for you, he knew it was something positive but he didn't know if he could define it as love.

He was always good at pretending so it didn't hurt to try and be your boyfriend.

It was a new relationship and he liked the affection he got from you. it was nice.

He felt appreciated in a way he hadn't been before.

Your touch, your kisses, your hugs. It was warm and inviting.

It all came crashing during the New Year party the hero commissioned hosted for all ranked heroes.

He was getting pictures with fans, talking with possible investors for his agency, talking with heroes, and all while ignoring you.

You understood he had his priorities on his agency but ever since you two started dating, it felt like he wasn't really invested in the relationship. Like something was missing from it.

When the countdown began, you tried getting him to join you out on the balcony. You wanted to greet the new year with him but he wouldn't budge.

"Give me a second." He said before making his way over to Endeavor and Jeanist.

The clock hit midnight and everyone cheered as they congratulated each other.

Hawks didn't go back to you at all. You left the party without telling him anything and just went back to your apartment.

He didn't notice you were gone until they started clearing the space and the cleaning crew started cleaning up.

He looked for you and when he couldn't find you he tried calling.

You never answer him and so he left to search for you before leaving you a last text and heading home.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Kinktober Day Two: breeding kink

Kinktober Masterlist

Female reader x Miguel O'Hara (again, because I'm obsessed with him 😁)

Also, yes, I'm really late to kinktober buttt I promise I'll catch up. Eventually.

Miguel O'Hara, pent up stress and anger making his blood boil, his every nerve on edge. His sharp eyes follow you as you walk into his office, talking this or that about some report. He isn't listening to you; he can't take his eyes off your body.

Suddenly, something within him feels starved, an animalistic urge that has him grabbing your wrist when you walk past his desk.

Your eyes widen, confused. You've never seen your boyfriend like this before, have never seen that wild look in his gaze...

He gets you on his lap, his cock already half-hard, his hands massaging over your hips.

“Miguel,” you gasp, a little shy and a lot flustered.

He groans, nuzzling his nose into your neck, inhaling your soft scent. “I need you so bad,” he says, voice thick and raspy. “So bad, princesa...Necesito estar adentro de ti...” I need to be inside of you.

He uses his fingers to make you come over and over again, spreading your puffy lips apart so he can watch as you ride his hand. His cock throbs, aching for attention as your slick drips onto his thighs, making his suit wet.

A dark spot spreads on the front of his suit as precum drips from the tip, and he can barely hold himself back.

When he does fuck you, he gets you to lie on the desk, legs wrapped around his waist, your hands gripping the edge of the desk.

He pounds you hard, rough, making you whine and mewl. He shuts you up with kisses and bites, swallowing your sounds so no one hears you.

As he feels himself getting close, he leans towards your ear, grinning as he whispers, “I'm gonna fill you up. I'm gonna give this pretty pussy so much of my cum, it'll be dripping out of you for days, princesa.”

You whimper. “W-what if I get pregnant?” you ask, knowing the possibility should scare you, but the thought of being full of Miguel's load has your mind hazy.

He chuckles. “So what if you do? So what if I make you a mommy? You'll be so pretty, all round with my baby...” His cock twitches at the image, heart leaping. He couldn't possibly wish for anyone else to be the mother of his children. “Gimme a baby, hm? Make me a daddy, princesa. Me haces el favor?” Will you do that for me?

You moan, nails digging into the wood of the desk, back arching. “Yes! Yes, yes! Oh, God!”

“That's my good girl,” he grunts. He fucks you until you come and then he finishes inside of you, his thick seed spilling into your sensitive pussy.

When he's done, he pulls his cock out of you, his eyes falling to your swollen cunt. He watches his cum drip out for a while, and then he gathers it on his fingers and pushes it back inside.

“Keep it there for me, hm? Don't want you wasting a single drop.”

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Miguel taglist:

@yagirlheree @sukioyakio @obi-mom-kenobi @celestia80s @manlikemilesmyguy @zaunsin @naniiiii12 @everlastlady @avatar-lover @siidmm @dhollandhs @spikedhe4rt @missing2socks @itzraven101 @miguelspookiebear @mochikomochisoft @sunset-euphoria @kishibeswh0re @m4dyy @icreatedthisat317am @keiva1000 @jakescumdump @ravisinghs-wife @tengens4th--wife @oceancerulean @pookiesmookie69 @juwandiko @aisyakirmann @ninebluehearts @vampireluvvr @saturnstringz @4imhry @iheartlinds @pigeonmama @eyweveng @braverthanthenewworld @livingwithinyou @switchiest @httpstoyosi @lyn-soso @6thhokageswife @normsdaughter-alt @thel0velykey190 @tojibreedingme

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*I'm still not sure if I should start a kinktober taglist?? Lmk what you think!!