#i'm so glad i played this instead of watching someone else do it- please play it guys it'll change your life 😭

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

sweet child, you didn't even stand a chance

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Mine- Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: You’re on stream with the triplets and you come on the screen and the chat goes CRAZY, starts hitting on you, calling you beautiful, andChris gets a little jealous and decides to remind you of who you belong to…

Warnings: SMUTTTT, Dom!Chris,Sub!Reader, p in v, Unprotected sex (practice safe sex please), degradation, praising, oral (fem receiving), (idk what else i missed)

A/N: UMMM THIS WAS REQUESTED A LONG TIME AGO BUT TY FOR REQ THIS SO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO LONG, Chris is low-key like ROUGH in this.. Could u tell I'm ovulating

PSA: THIS IS MY WORK PLEASE AND THANK YOU DO NOT USE MY WORK AT ALL

Chris and I have been dating in the public eye for about 2 ish weeks now, but in private it's been 2 years, surprisingly the fans took it a lot better than he and I both expected. I've received more love than hate, occasionally I'll get a 14-year-old girl in my DMs or comment section talking about stealing her man or whatever.

Today was the first time the Triplets had streamed on their Twitch channel in a couple of months now, so obviously Chris invited me for our first actual Twitch stream since being out in the public eye.

“MATT YOU FUCKING SUCK, HOW DID YOU ALREADY DIE AFTER BEING IN A MATCH FOR 3 MINUTES” Chris yells through his headset.

“Hey, baby...” i slowly walk a little timid after trying to compose myself to join the stream.

Chris squeals softly excited to see me finally join the stream “Hi ma, glad to see you finally keeping me company” he pats his lap for me to sit, and I smile softly adjusting myself on his thigh.

I giggled softly looking through the chat. “Hey someone named Ellie just subscribed”

“SHES A PRO ALREADY” Nick yells.

Instead of focusing on the game, Chris was playing I found myself looking through their chat.

Sturnfan626: Y/N IF YOU AND CHRIS BREAK UP BE MINEE

The4thtriplet: Shes stunning oh my god

Crybaby19853: this is how I find out Chris has a girlfriend? But wait why is she like absolutely beautiful.

The chat was flooding with compliments about me and how Chris bagged me or them not understanding how Chris pulled me.

“Awe Chris your fans are so sweet look” I smiled at him as he glanced at the chat screen his eyes darkened watching 35k people hitting on me, and even a couple wanting me to start an Onlyfans which to protect my sanity and privacy I would never.

“Yeah I know I got a hot girlfriend” Chris sort of rolls his eyes before focusing his eyes back to the screen.

“Thank you, everyone,” I softly giggle as Chris’ hand snaked around my waist gripping it a little hard.

I was bombarded with comments in the chat, responding to questions about Chris and me while the boys kept playing Fortnite. Unbeknownst to me, it was disturbing Chris, as he began muttering curse words under his breath, a rare occurrence unless he's truly angry.

“I don't know about you guys but I'm super fucking tired,” Chris says while clicking out of the match, now using both of his hands and wrapping them around my waist.

“BYE EVERYONE WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR JOINING OUR STREAM TONIGHT” Nick yells kissing the camera.

“we’ll see you when we see you,” Matt says ending the stream

Chris groans as the stream ends leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his hair. “Get on the bed”

“Hm?” I turn my head to face him furrowing my eyebrows.

“You fucking heard me Y/N, don’t be a fucking stubborn brat” Chris says coldly.

“O-okay” I obeyed hopping off his lap walking around to the bed and lying down resting myself on my elbows.

Chris walked over hovering over me between my legs and caressing my cheek with his thumb “Such a greedy fucking whore,” he chuckled softly “fishing for compliments from other people” he shook his head leaning down and colliding his lips with mine hungrily. He wrapped his hand around my throat applying just the right amount of pressure getting a soft moan out of me, sending an invitation to explore my mouth. While exploring my mouth his hand travels down my body yanking down the sleep shorts I walked around the house in all day making them bunch up around my ankles. He pulls away softly smirking down at me fully removing my underwear and the rest of my shorts throwing them across the room.

He settles between my legs using his finger and gliding it up and down my wet, aching pussy. “So fucking beautiful,” he says as his voice drops into a husk. He analyzes my face as he slowly glides his finger into me watching as my breath hitches. “And so fucking wet” he chuckled dipping his head down and kitty-licking my clit while pumping his finger in and out of me.

“O-oh s-s-shit Chris” i moan out “s-so fucking good”

He harshly sucks my clit taking it between his teeth while he adds a second finger into me curling his finger up and hitting that hard-to-reach spot.

My back arches off the mattress watching him enjoy every inch of me in his mouth. he began pumping faster into me making my moans turn into whimpers “S-So f-fucking close” I breath out.

Chris groans against the taste of my arousal all over his mouth “Cum” he mutters diving into my pussy like his last meal, pumping faster in and out of me.

“CHRIS” I squeal finally snapping that knot in my abdomen all over his mouth and fingers. I sit up balancing my weight against my elbows looking at him and wiping his mouth against his forearm and undressing himself.

“The first one was free, you’re working for the next few” he grins beginning to take off his boxers as his aching, red cock.

My eyes widened “W-what?” I stuttered.

“You didn't think I was done with you, did you?” he comes now laying between my legs, his face just inches away from mine, and rubbing his cock through my sensitive folds.

I softly nodded batting my eyelashes at him. “Oh? Don't be so naive baby” he coos, continuing to rub his tip against my folds. “I'm far from done with you” his chuckle was almost sadistic, I'd never seen him like this but holy mother of pearl it was turning me on so fucking fast.

He aligned his cock with my entrance pushing his tip in slowly then pulling back out a couple of times, teasing my entrance, making me whine from the loss of contact. “You want it?” he says grabbing my chin and making me look at him.

I nodded violently stuffing my bottom lip out for him. “You beg for what you want Y/N” his voice turned husk.

“P-please Chris” I whined as his tip continued to push in and out of me.

“Please what, princess?” he glides his thumb over my bottom lip while giving me a faux sympathy look on his face.

“P-please fuck me, Chris,” I stated confidently swallowing a lump in my throat.

He chuckles before pushing his length farther into me “Such a pretty mouth, begging so nicely” he smirks fully bottoming out in me, making my eyes touch my brain.

"God you don't know how bad I missed fucking this little pussy of yours," Chris smirked. "That's right, princess. I want you until you see fucking stars. I won't even fucking stop if someone sees or hears. You're mine, understand? You're my little fuck toy," he husked.

I whimpered at his words. I'd never been more aroused than I was right then. He began to regain his fast pace, as I cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck, Chris!" I shouted. This seemed to turn Chris on even more as he thrust into me even harder, making my tits bounce.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," I moaned.

Chris grunted, leaned his head towards my neck, and latched his lips onto my soft skin. He took my skin in between his teeth and sucked forcefully.

"That's gonna leave a mark, Chris, stop," I Whined.

He pulled away and smirked. "I know, that's the point, you dirty little slut, I want people to see you belong to ME” his thrusts maintained a brutal pace while attacking my cervix.

“F-Fu-Fuckk” I stuttered as my legs began to shake around his torso. “Cl-Close” I choked out.

“No” his voice husked in my ear as his hand made a fist next to my head to support his weight and his harsh movements. “Do you deserve to cum?” he hummed in my ear.

“Y-yes p-lease, Chris” I begged between my moans.

“You Cum with me or not at all got it?” he grunts out sitting up and wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing the sides just enough to make the pleasure more intensifying.

“Mhm,” I moaned out looking at him and giving him doe-eyes that I knew he couldn't resist.

“Nu-uh, words, understand?” he squeezed my throat a little harder.

“Y-Yes s-Sir” i wept, the pleasure of him repeatedly pounding my cervix and the way his veins popped out of his forearm while wrapped around my throat became almost uncontrollable, the knot in my stomach could burst at any moment now.

He smirked at my response “My greedy girl, just so pitiful, begging for that release,” he grunted “Hold it for a couple of seconds okay, beautiful? Can you do that for me?” he bit his lip removing his hand from my throat to brush the hair on my face away, smiling down at me.

“C-Cant” I shook my head squeezing my eyes shut as tears of overstimulation began forming at the corners of my eyes.

“Yes, you can pretty girl, I'm almost there alright? Just keep squeezing me so good baby” he moves his hand down my body slowly and agonizing down to my clit and toying with it while maintaining his attack on my pussy.

“FUCK” I squeal arching my back off the bed. My moans became whimpers as my makeup began to run from the tears now streaming down my face “C-Cum-Cumming” I let out a scream of pleasure as my orgasm hit me like 14 busses and I squirted all over him and everything else in the way.

“That's it,” he coos “Keep cumming for me, let it all out” he continued as his thrusts became sloppier chasing after his own release. 

“Such a good fucking girl for me baby,” he smiles as his last couple of thrusts in me painted my once pink walls a nice shade of white. He slowly pulls out of me being careful not to hurt me. “Let me clean you up yeah?” his smile made me smile back at him as he left quickly to his bathroom to grab a lukewarm washrag. He slowly drags it down my legs and carefully wipes my cum covered pussy making me wince “I know ma, I know” he coos throwing the rag into the pile of clothes we left on the floor.

“You okay?” he chuckled admiring my fucked-out expression.

“Mhm, I'm good” I smiled moving my body to face his

“I wasn't too rough on you was I?” he smiles moving my hair behind my ears.

“Honestly, you were perfect” I smiled leaning into his touch.

“I'm sorry I got a little possessive, I'm trying to get used to the whole ‘the public relationship’ type thing, I'm still used to keeping you my little secret,” he says softly kissing my forehead and pulling my body closer to his.

A pound at the door quickly broke up this once peaceful pillow talk moment “HEY FREAKS!” Nick yells “SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP” he continued before walking away from the door and slamming his own door.

Chris and I chuckled as I nuzzled my head into his chest. “Do you wanna watch Sponge Bob? Or gossip girl?” he says running his fingers through my hair

“Whatever you want” I smiled before fastly falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

Chris looked at me falling asleep on him smiled down at me shook his head, admiring how peaceful and soundly I slept intertwined with his own body.

A/N PT2: GUYS IDK WHAT HORMONE MONSTER ATTACKED ME BUT LIKE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!! I love you all and i hope you all have a blessed and amazing day! 🩷

[intoanotherworld23]

Pick Your Battles

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: None

Summary: Bradley broke your heart when he accused you of betraying him, and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Until you are both called back to Top Gun to help with a dangerous mission that nobody’s ever attempted before

I do not own the rights to these characters or any part of the movie this is simply for entertainment. I hope you guys enjoy this first part, and let me know what you guys think so far!! If you wish to be added to a tag list please don’t hesitate to ask and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Heart it! Reblog it! Enjoy it! XOXO

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Part 2

It's been too long since you've seen Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw and the thought of his reaction terrified you. Not knowing how he would feel about you returning to Fightertown. Once you got the letter asking you to return you knew without a doubt Bradley would be there. The two of you didn't end things well the last time you saw each other.

Telling him how you felt and his response was not at all what you thought. He suddenly became angry and upset with you. Slamming the door on the way out as you fell on the couch crying your eyes out. Everyone was worried about you after that, but nobody dared to bring his name up to you.

You've known Bradley since you guys were children. After all you were the daughter of Tom Kazansky aka 'Iceman'. Taking after him and becoming top of your class in Top Gun. Earning the call sign of 'Frostbite'. Also, becoming the only female pilot to have three confirmed air to air strike kills. Your father was a legend amongst pilots and you were becoming one now too.

After you and Bradley graduated it seemed like you two became a lot closer. Everyone could see it except for the two of you, until one day Bradley got upset you went on a date with some other guy. Seeing that side of him had you wanting him closer, and into your arms.

It confused you beyond all doubt since you two were just friends, but then it made you realize your true feelings for him. That's when you decided to confess how you felt about him, after a bottle of wine of course.

Now here you were sitting at the bar of the Hard Deck constantly looking back to seeing when he would come in. Sipping on your beer as you nervously looked around at all different kinds of colors laughing and playing pool or shooting darts.

Wondering if these were the pilots you would be training for this mission. Turning down their offer of leading this mission ever since the accident, and settling for being an instructor instead. Your father was not happy about your choice but understood why you did it. Not wanting to lead another mission where someone else dies.

"You okay hon?" Pennys sweet voice asked when she noticed you staring off into space.

"Oh yeah I'm just thinking." Snapping out of it to look at her. "Obviously too hard huh?"

"He's going to be glad to see you." She knew exactly what and who you were thinking about.

"Yeah right he'll walk through that door and see me and walk right out." Groaning at the image and feeling yourself become saddened at the thought.

"No he won't I bet you he'll see you and have that big smile on his face and give you a big Rooster hug." She smiled at you with reassurance making your lips quirk up. "He cares about you."

"Not enough to reach out to me." Shaking your head as you finished the rest of your drink.

"You could have done the same for him." Raising her eyebrows at you with that look of 'it works both ways'. "You two just need to talk."

Not saying anything you just looked at her watching as she went to go help other patrons. Trying to repeat her words in your head that he missed you just as much as you missed him. Although it would be hard for him to forget you confessing your feelings to him. You just don't let something like that be forgotten.

In the deep part of your mind you couldn't help but think he still was upset and would want nothing to do with you. Then the two of you would have to work on this mission ignoring each other, and acting like enemies.

"Y/N?" Instantly recognizing that voice making you turn around and break from your thoughts.

"Uncle Maverick." Exclaiming as you hopped off the stool to give him a hug. "It's so good to see you."

You've known Pete Mitchell ever since you were little, and he was also your Godfather. He was like family to you and whenever you couldn't go to your father you would go to him. He was proud of you when you graduated from Top Gun, reminded him of being with your father.

Of course you knew of the feud between him and Bradley, but you didn't actually know what it was about. All you know is Maverick did something so badly that he wanted nothing to do with him. Then one day Bradley called you screaming if you knew something about his papers being pulled which of course you didn't, but he didn't believe you and continued to yell at you.

It seems like Bradley will have not only one person he can't stand here.

"It's good to see you too." Pulling back so he could sit next to you waving at Penny a blush on her cheek. "How are you?"

"I'm good I'm good." Nodding your head as you looked at your hands on the bar top. It was a lie. "How about you?"

"Well I can't complain." He gave you a nudge making you playfully roll your eyes with a smile. "I'm assuming you got a letter as well."

"Yeah I did and I was asked to be the lead in it." Once he heard that his eyes went wide a huge smile on his face like a proud father.

"Well shit congratulations I'm happy of you." Clapping a hand on your back your face remained stoic.

"I turned it down." Stating to him before he could get anything else out. "I told them I wouldn't lead this mission."

"Why would you do that?" He asked too quickly and saw the look on your face before nodding. "I get it."

Only a few people knew about the accident including Pete, since your father didn't want it to be a public thing which you were kind of thankful for. Seeing as it traumatized you, and never wanting to ever relive that moment again. Not that you were trying to sweep it under the rug you just didn't want someone reminding you of that day.

All of a sudden you heard a bell ringing and both you and Maverick looked up in confusion. Penny standing there with a huge grin on her face as everyone whooped and hollered in joy. She pointed to a sign that said 'disrespect a woman or a pilot or place your phone on the bar top and you pay for a round'.

Looking down you saw Pete's phone on the bar top making your bend your head back in laughter. He just chuckled with a shake of his head as Penny was then bombarded with men and women at the bar.

"Way to go Uncle Mav." Patting him on the back as you continued to laugh. "I'll have another one Penny."

Handing you a bottle you saw a blonde haired man with thick arms in a khaki uniform that you very much recognized walk you up to the bar. His eyes looking at Pete and then shifted over to you a small smirk on his face.

"Four beers Penny please." Looking over to Pete briefly before grabbing his drinks handing them over.

"There ya go." Giving her wonderful smile the mans gaze still lingering on you.

"Thanks hon." He then looked back to Pete. "Thanks for the drinks pops." Giving a wink before he turned around walking back to the other pilots.

"I'll be right back." Hopping off the stool as you headed to the restroom glancing over at the blonde man to see his eyes on you.

The other three guys he was with all looked over to what he was looking at. You hated when people stared at you like that even if they didn't know who you were. Just wanting to keep your last name from being revealed to anybody for as long as possible.

Looking away you went into the bathroom stepping in front of the mirror placing your hands on either side of the sink. Staring at yourself asking yourself if you could really do this.

Could you handle the pressure of this mission? Could you handle being around someone that you love who doesn't feel the same? Starting to doubt yourself even more now, but reminding yourself of Penny's words.

Splashing cold water on your neck you gathered yourself quickly before heading out the door. Glancing around you noticed that name blonde haired man now standing in front of you. His eyes glanced you up and down taking in your torn jeans and white tank top.

"Hi there darlin." He said twirling a toothpick between his white teeth. "What's your name?"

Ah he clearly didn't recognize you and had no idea who you are then. Maybe you could have some fun with this.

"My names Y/N." His hand lifted up to grab yours in a shake you didn't bother to give him your last name since it would give away too much.

"The names Jake Seresin." Stating with such pride it almost made you roll your eyes. "Call sign Hangman."

"Hangman?" Repeating with a confused look on your face but he just smiled.

"You ever meet a pilot in person?" Shaking your head playing the stupid girl he probably thought you were.

"Well todays your lucky day sweetheart." He stepped closer to you this time. "I happen to be the best pilot there is."

This guy needed an ego check or something surprised his head hasn't exploded yet from thinking too highly of himself. Never the less you decided to go along with whatever game he was playing.

"Is that so?" Asking him crossing your arms over your chest his eyes glancing down briefly before smiling at you.

"Come join me and my fellow pilots." Placing his hand on your back leading you over to a group of khaki uniformed pilots playing pool.

"Guys this here is Y/N." He introduced you making everyone's eyes gaze over to you.

"Hi." Squeaking out like you were some shy little girl feeling utterly stupid.

"This is Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob." Pointing to everyone each of them giving you a wave or smile.

These were probably all the pilots that you were going to help train on this mission. It absolutely terrified you how many lives you were potentially holding in your hands. A part of you feeling bad for not voicing who you actually were, but you didn't want the looks and questions who knew they would ask.

"Still bothering innocent women I see?" The girl Phoenix spoke up making everyone laugh.

"Couldn't help myself Phoenix." Pulling you closer to him making you a little bit uncomfortable. "She's a beautiful woman."

"Which doesn't make sense as to how you got her?" Fanboy joined in everyone nodding their heads in agreement.

"Yeah she doesn't know who you really are." Phoenix responded as she looked at you.

"Judging by the call sign I think I know everything I need to." Your voice ringing out making the others look at you with wide grins and laughter.

"Ouch darlin you hurt me." Placing a hand over his heart acting fake wounded.

"Besides I only go for real talented pilots." Your words had everyone's mouth wide open hollering.

Typically you were as tough as nails and always spoke your mind. In order to keep up this charade of being a normal person you kept your real personality down a few notches. Just wait until the next morning when they would see you, and you just couldn't wait for their reactions.

"I like her." Phoenix said and everyone nodded in agreement making you smile.

"Are you a pilot or?" Coyote asked once everyone quieted down.

Before you could respond your gaze wondered over to the front door watching as a couple people walked in. The person in front who you immediately recognized as Bradley. Wearing an old Hawaiian shirt with a white tank and faded blue jeans. A pair of aviators shielding you from his eyes.

He was a lot bigger the last time you saw him, and certainly looked better looking than the last time. Feeling yourself starting to drool as you looked him feeling like a creep for just staring at him. Thankfully he didn't even see you otherwise you would have been incredible embarrassed.

Something that was definitely different about him was the mustache he was rockin. He definitely didn't have that the last time you saw him, and you gotta admit he looked really good wearing it. He looked just like his dad which made you smile at the thought.

The butterflies in your stomach had you feel lightheaded and flustered. Your full attention was on him watching as he greeted a couple people before his gaze turned over to your group. Feeling your nerves get the better of you you tried shielding yourself from his view.

Not wanting to be seen as you saw him walking towards your group. He still hadn't seen you yet which you were thankful for. Maybe you could sneak away without being seen, and you could avoid the awkward conversation.

Shielding your face by Jake's side when he was literally just a few feet from you talking to the other pilots. Hearing his voice had your heart fluttering and you wanted nothing more than to say something and run into his arms.

"Bradshaw." Hangman greeted with a smirk making Bradley look over in your direction. "As I live in breathe."

"Hangman." He responded back with slight tone animosity making it known the two didn't exactly like each other. "You look... good."

"Oh I'm good I'm very good." His cocky tone was really starting to get to you feeling an arm wrap around your waist.

Quickly glancing your eyes over without moving your head watching him as he leaned against a pole placing his hands in front of him.

"Thought they wanted the best of the best." Bradley shot back at him making you smile into Jake's arm.

The pair just stared at each other like there was a silent war going on between them. The group looked between the two waiting for someone to speak first. Things were becoming too much for you and you just wanted to get out of there. Until you felt someone staring at you.

"Whose your victim tonight?" His words had your stomach drop feeling dread take over your body.

"This gorgeous girl is Y/N." Holding you to his side like you were some sort of prize. "She's never met a pilot in real life."

Keeping your face hidden hoping he wouldn't recognize you or act like he didn't know who you were. Glancing over you made immediate eye contact with him and you watched his lip twitch instantly recognizing you. His eyes looking to Hangman's arm around your waist making his hand ball into a fist.

You were still just as beautiful since he saw you last. Beating himself up for how he left things with you, and not telling you how he felt. Once he was told his papers were pulled he accused you of knowing and not saying anything to stop it to which he felt betrayed.

"Really?" He asked not taking his eyes off you his jaw clenching for multiple reasons.

"Figured if she were to meet a pilot it should be the best there is." He said cockily making your roll your eyes this time.

"But you aren't the best pilot." Bradley responded back making you and others chuckle. "She is."

Your eyes went wide not knowing who he was talking about maybe hoping he was talking about the other woman Phoenix instead. That wasn't the case though when you were completely unaware that he was pointing to you. Slowly moving your head to look at him his eyes solely on you.

He had this look on his face that would couldn't make out. Until you saw that look in his eye that told you he was about to blow your cover. Please Bradley don't you mouthed to him, and he just smirked.

"Yeah right and I'm Superman." Hangman joked not noticing how you were now frozen in place.

"God your such an idiot Hangman." At first you didn't know who he was talking to. "You clearly don't know who this is do you?"

Feeling everyone look over at you as you continued to stare at him shaking your head at him begging him not to tell. Judging by the look on his face you knew what he was about to do to you.

Your breathing was becoming very heavy and shallow. The air in your lungs was becoming restricted and you could feel your palms sweating waiting for him to spill the beans. The glancing from you to Bradley waiting in anticipation.

"What are you talking about?" Phoenix spoke up as Jake continued to stare at him a confused look on his face.

"Who is she?" Someone else said but you didn't know who.

"Your little date over there is a pilot herself." Jake snapped his head down to look at you an angry look on your face.

"Her names Y/N Kazansky daughter of Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky." Soon as they heard your last name some of them gasped or their eyes went wide in shock. "Call sign 'Frostbite."

"Holy shit." Hearing someone say as you now felt all eyes on you, but your focus was on the man with the mustache glaring at him feeling like steam was coming off your body.

"You two know each other then?" Bob asked really speaking for the first time that night.

"Unfortunately." His words had you wincing and your heart slowly breaking at how horribly he was treating you.

Once Bradley saw your reaction he felt bad but he couldn't take them back. A part of him wanted to walk up to you and hold you and tell you he was sorry he knew it wouldn't fix everything. Even though the group was going to find out eventually you wanted it to be on your terms, and not through Bradley who did it out of spite and possibly hatred.

Before anyone else could say anything you tore yourself away from the group, and practically zoomed out of there. Feeling a tear running down your cheek Penny watching with concern making Maverick turn around to look as well.

One things for sure that you know now. Bradley Bradshaw hates you.

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[befuddledcinnamonroll]

I actually have time for a more leisurely watch this morning, woohoo!

Anyone else think that Satang could play a hell of a villain? Like one that uses his cuteness for evil instead of good.

Peem still not understanding the magnetic pull he has for Phum, lol. Man doesn't hesitate for a second to get as close as possible.

Apparently Mick gets the brain cell this episode.

Wait, do we have two brain cells this episode?

OMG MATT THAT'S WHAT I JUST SAID!!!

Phuwin's beauty can be so distracting sometimes.

We know why you don't have a choice Chain.

I love that pretty much everyone else complains, but Chain is like "this is the life I have chosen".

Sirs, these drinks are all still completely full, why even get them? Like seriously production, I know they add color, but just fill them up halfway to begin with.

Lol, Toey, this man wants you, that's why he's holding back.

Peem, you have a puppy now, accept it.

He's so cuuuuuute.

I like the little moments where you can tell Fang is like "how is this my type?", but he can't help himself.

Sir, no. Whatever you are thinking, no. Just no.

I really respect how Phum is just fully invested in showing Peem how utterly whipped for him he is. No games, no tricks, just full "please step on me" energy.

Damn, these two and their chemistry. No wonder Peem is so close to snapping.

But also if they don't make out soon I'm gonna break something.

I am living for Phum's "the audacity of this bitch" face in the background.

Lol, when your best friends are shocked to find you have actual competencies.

I know the main purpose of this scene is for Phum to confirm he has real feelings for Peem, but I'm so glad they're addressing Fang & Tan's relationship here.

It's clear that Fang does like Tan, but next to someone with Tan's exuberance, it helps to hear him say the words.

I am so here for these friend shenanigans.

THEME OF THE SHOW ALERT!!!

*Be with the people who let you be yourself, my bebes.*

Also I love the little detail that Tan hits Toey more gently than they've been doing with each other. He's their baby.

Oh god, first Phum confesses and now he's eye-fucking Peem, I am going to implode.

Yay, Peem, finally!!

Now for the love of god go stick your tongue in that man's mouth.

[grungeprincess2]

Kurt Cobain Quotes

1. I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

2. Practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect, so why practice?

3. Friends are nothing but a known enemy.

4. Wanting to be someone else is a waste of who you are.

5. If my eyes could show my soul, everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

6. I am definitely a feminist. I'm f--king disgusted by the way women are still treated. It's 1993 and some people still think we're in 1950s. We need to make more progress. There needs to be more female musicians, more female artists, more female writers. Everything is dominated by f--king males and I'm sick of it!

7. Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.

8. Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with with your self-esteem. They're no good at all.

9. We're so trendy we can't even escape ourselves.

10. I definitely feel closer to the feminine side of the human being than I do the male - or the American idea of what a male is supposed to be. Just watch a beer commercial and you'll see what I mean.

11. I mean, I’m definitely gay in spirit, and I probably could be bisexual. But I’m married, and I’m more attracted to Courtney [Love] than I ever have been toward a person, so there’s no point in trying to sow my oats at this point. [Laughs] If I wouldn't have found Courtney, I probably would have carried on with a bisexual lifestyle.

12. Ever since the beginning of rock and roll, there's been an Axl Rose. And it's just boring. It's totally boring to me.

13. I thought I would try to be gay for a while, but I'm just more sexually attracted to women. But I'm really glad that I found a few gay friends, because it totally saved me from becoming a monk or something.

14. If any of you, in any way, hate homosexuals, people of a different color or women, please do this one favor for us—leave us the fuck alone. Don’t come to our shows and don’t buy our records.

15. The problem with groups who deal with rape is that they try to educate women about how to defend themselves. What really needs to be done is teaching men not to rape. Go to the source and start there.

16. The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.

17. We’re not as popular as everyone thinks, and we’re not as rich as everyone thinks.

18. There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life.

19. Punk is musical freedom. It’s saying, doing, and playing what you want.

20. Words suck. I mean, everything has been said. Words aren’t as important as the energy derived from music, especially live.

21. I'm a spokesman for myself. It just so happens that there's a bunch of people that are concerned with what I have to say. I find that frightening at times because I'm just as confused as most people. I don't have the answers for anything.

22. Holding my baby is the best drug in the world.

23. No one is afraid of heights, they’re afraid of falling down. No one is afraid of saying I love you, they’re afraid of the answer.

24. I use bits and pieces of others’ personalities to form my own.

25. If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.

26. I just can’t believe anyone would start a band just to make the scene and be cool and have chicks. I just can’t believe it.

27. To be positive at all times is to ignore all that is important, sacred and valuable. To be negative at all times is to be threatened by ridiculousness and instant discredibility.

28. You can’t buy happiness.

30. Nobody dies a virgin. Life f***s us all.

31. Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.

33. If you’re really a mean person you’re going to come back as a fly and eat poop.

34. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too f****** sad.

35. I have to admit I’ve found myself doing the same things that a lot of other rock stars do or are forced to do. Which is not being able to respond to mail, not being able to keep up on current music, and I’m pretty much locked away a lot. The outside world is pretty foreign to me.

36. I really miss being able to blend in with people.

37. It’s better to burn out than fade away.

38. God is gay

[kitsune-oji]

I was hoping if you'd write a version of "There's No Guarantee You will be Different" for Mammon?

There's No Guarantee You will be Different

Mc who has been hurt a lot in the past (betrayed, lied to, used) even by those that promised otherwise and were nice at first and struggles to trust others because of it. Not understanding why someone would actually like/love them or not believing them, being scared of getting hurt again and again like in the past.

With pleasure!! I had hoped you'd request this with Mammon actually, hehe 💙

Characters: Mammon

Other: Barbatos+Beel

-> feel free to request this with other obey me characters too

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort-y

"You keep saying you love me, you keep promising that you will never leave, that you'll never hurt me... How do you know that? There's no guarantee. In the past, I've trusted those who told me all that and in the end, they ended up breaking all their promises anyway. Please, don't promise me things you can't keep. Even if you think you can keep them now, you don't know how it will be in the future. Maybe you'll get sick of me too, just like everyone else. I love you too but... I'm just scared. I'm sorry."

Mammon

"Wha- no no, I... Ya really think I would hurt you? Nah, then you wouldna have told me this... There's no guarantee you say? Well, I'll prove it then. Just ya wait and see, I won't ever stop loving you and I'll make sure ya feel it too. So don't go chickening out, ya got it?"

Mammon is the type of guy to see this as a challenge but it works out well that way

You worry that he'll get sick of you? He's gonna stay by your side and cling to you until YOU get sick of HIM, just you wait!!

He can't see himself ever stop loving you. After all, he's never been so smitten with someone before and you're so amazing that even his brothers all want your attention. How can you not see that? It makes his head hurt trying to think about that

Whenever Mammon gets paid or wins a lottery or has a good day at the casino (for once), you know he's going to want to treat you. Be it gifts or going out to eat together, nothing is too expensive to him when it comes to you

When he's as broke as always though, you can expect him to try and do the same just differently. Like making you his famous peanut butter sandwich or trying to craft something cute or planning a date night full of watching your favorite movies/series or bringing out to show you something really pretty (like a secret place looking out to the sea where you can see the night sky twinkling with stars and reflecting on the water)

Mammon is your guardian demon, everyone already knows that. Now he wants to make sure You know everything he does for you though. Where he is usually too embarrassed to admit it, he tries to make it as obvious as possible

No more standing behind you and taking care of things when you're not there anymore. Mammon steps in right away, proudly declaring that anyone who messes with HIS human is gonna get it

Holding you close to him, holding your hand or kissing you where you're comfy while others are watching is sort of strange to him at first but he wants to show you that he's not embarrassed by you, that he's instead proud and wants everyone to know he landed with such an amazing person like you

Everytime you need some comfort, Mammon is right there. He'd usually joke about having you pay for his services to play over how flustered he is but after your talk, he doesn't want you to think he Actually thinks it's a chore to comfort you. Because it's not and he is glad you come to him when you're feeling bad so even if he struggles saying so outright, Mammon won't try to make it seem otherwise anymore

Basically, Mammon tries to be more honest with his feelings for you instead of deflecting out of fear he'd get hurt. It's hard but he's making a genuine effort and it shows

[crisiscutie]

Can you please do a self-aware sephiroth X shy bullied reader

So I'm not super familiar with self-aware AUs as I only read a handful of them. Regardless, I am interested in this idea and wanna take a shot at it. Featuring Mr. Strife himself.

Content Warnings: Bullying, Emotional Manipulation.

After a rough day, you head home, hoping to play some FF7R to cool off.

You’re at the part where Cloud “met” Sephiroth for the first time, where he hallucinated his razed hometown.

Sephiroth knew you were there. Not present in his world, but present as an observer, watching him terrorize poor Cloud. You perplexed him. How are you able to spectate them? How are you bending Cloud to your will?

And he wondered; when Cloud was in despair, did you enjoy it, or did you feel sorry for him?

Your face showed no emotion to it. But your skin crawled when you watched the scene, so you turned off the game after it. You’d suffered too much already; why did you have to go through it all over again through Cloud?

You saw yourself in Cloud and understood his struggles. You felt a sense of dread and helplessness whenever you’re around your tormentors, much like Cloud with Sephiroth.

You haven’t played FF7R as much because of that scene. And your torment has gotten worse.

You were thankful when the next month arrived, your tormentors were nowhere to be found. Was there something that they would rather do instead? Someone better to pick on?

You later discovered that they went missing. At their last known location, the evidence left behind was a mysterious pile of dark feathers.

You became more happy, now with them gone. You found yourself opening up to others slightly (through, still shy) and being more drawn to playing games.

The next time you played FF7 Remake, you had the most fun. You loved picking flowers with Aerith, dressing Cloud up, fighting fun bosses and experiencing other great moments. You binged through the game on your endorphin rush.

You were glad that Cloud was your link to this wonderful, fictional world. It has been a pleasure to observe his growth and him experiencing one interesting event after another.

But whenever Sephiroth appeared on the screen, you felt dread creep up your body. The way the camera focused on his face made it worse. His gaze was so strong, it’s almost as if he wanted to drag you toward him.

The glares, the smug smiles, and his other feral expressions. He wasn’t just directing them at Cloud, but also YOU.

You decide to ignore the eeriness, chalking it up to the great cinematography of the game. Of course, it’s meant to feel like that from a literary perspective.

Sephiroth mentally noted your visible unease and smirked. Such a pitiful human...

Getting involved in lowly human issues like “bullying” wouldn’t interest him, but he had to get rid of your tormentors. He needed you to keep playing the game. He wanted to observe YOU, as you observed the versions of him throughout the game.

He used astral projection into the real world, an ability he gained from traveling in the Edge of Creation. Though he could not stay in that form for long. It was strange how different, but so similar, our world felt to him.

He used most of his energy to track you. Even with your tormentors gone, you were still shy. You had the strength within you to become stronger. You don’t have to be timid or be walked on by someone else. You reminded him of Cloud, somewhat.

When you got to the end of FF7R, when Sephiroth and Cloud had their showdown at the Edge of Creation, you started feeling that same eeriness from earlier.

When Sephiroth talked about not wanting to end, you somehow resonated with him. It’s a deep-seated need in all of us to make lasting impacts and stand out from the crowd.

You now wanted to be someone greater. Someone who was confident, not timid, and unwavering in the face of adversity.

Sephiroth smiled as he saw the impact his words had on you and Cloud. He will find you to be a valuable asset.

He knows how you guided Cloud and his party. You’re no longer a mere spectator, you’re a playmaker. If only you could recognize the immense power you wield over their lives, and the world they know.

Cloud himself always felt your presence. But he hadn’t been conscious of it until Sephiroth brought it up.

He now understands that your existence contributes to the torment that Sephiroth is inflicting upon him.

His poor soul was overwhelmed and confused, struggling to make sense of it all. He was powerless to alter his own fate, and it frustrated him. The pain and anguish he experienced was unbearable, yet some powerful outsider just watched him go through it?

But… not all of it was bad. The good times Cloud had couldn’t be ignored. Your presence gave him the chance to have cherished moments with his loved ones. And he had good moments with you as well.

You made him feel invincible in combat; you got him and his friends out of difficult predicaments, pushed him to get better like Sephiroth (just not in a traumatizing way ofc).

His heart is set on meeting you. He’s not ready to trust you. But maybe you can alter his destiny if your intentions aren’t dark like Sephiroth’s?

Sephiroth was deeply interested in the special connection between you and Cloud. That is how he will get to you. Through Cloud. One puppet to another. He will still observe you in his astral projection form when the stars align for it.

Oh, the joy he’ll have when exploiting that connection. When good times come, despair lurks behind, like a shadow. The closer you are to Cloud, the closer he is to you, and vice versa. The three of you together would be unstoppable. You can will change their fates.

Though it seems like he would have to push you. Just like he pushed Cloud.

He found your shyness cute and amusing at times. Though, it would have to be broken, eventually. He will mold you into the perfect pawn.

You turned the game off after watching the credits. You’re exhausted after playing FF7R for so long. You ready yourself for bed, turning off your bedroom lights.

As you drift into your slumber, a gentle, deep voice echoes around you in the darkness.

“Through suffering, you will grow strong.“

Author note: I went with 7R Sephiroth because I love to hate this creepy, magnificent bastard and there are already several hints of his self-awareness. Cloud’s inclusion was absolutely necessary to go with the self-aware theme (in my opinion). This was an interesting idea to work with, thanks!

[nayruwu]

I wanna know the lunaify gureshin lore please

ha ha! i'm so glad you asked!

i'm not trying to say the way their relationship is in canon is bad, because kagami just had different priorities in the story. i don't think a casual reader would think anything is missing, but i spend a lot of time thinking about these characters specifically so naturally i'd want to fill in the gaps.

right off the bat i think the way shinya introduces himself to guren is kind of... odd. it's his thing to mask his feelings and intentions, so for him to immediately overshare and dump all of that onto guren first chance he gets feels rushed and, quite frankly, out of character. even if he really wanted guren as an ally, it would have made more sense to observe a whole lot more first and try to gain his trust more slowly. imagine how much more charming it would have been if guren had thought shinya to be a spoiled hiiragi brat at first, and only slowly realised that hey, he's like me. the scene where seishiro punches him in the face would have been perfect for this. or, you know those scenes where a character accidentally lets something slip or moves in a way that reveales bruises or wounds they have and then they stand there awkwardly not knowing how to react? it's cheesy but i love fondue so it's fine.

one thing that i've seen in fanfiction a couple of times is shinya being ashamed of his past in the training facility, and intentionally never mentioning it to guren (thinking he, the selfless saviour of the ichinose, would be disgusted at his selfishness). and i really like this idea! shinya having tried so hard to be guren's friend and not wanting it to be destroyed. guren finding out and being horrified, not at shinya but at the hiiragi, because what the fuck are they doing to little children? the conversation that would have to follow after. it'd be intriguing development where they'd both have to open up and be honest. but recently as i was rereading the novels i realised that guren just... already knows about the trials. i can't even remember where exactly it was mentioned, but it's there in a side sentence, casual, without a second thought. booooo. boring. huge missed opportunity.

... which also leads into the next point. because even in resurrection, even when they call each other 'best friend', guren never really thinks about shinya. and i know how this sounds - of course he thinks about him! like, literally all the time! but what guren thinks about is how he needs him, how he wants him to live, how he doesn't want to exist without him, but he never really thinks about shinya himself. normally, you'd want to know about your best friend's life, try to be there for them, worry about their wellbeing. in canon, this is never considered. shinya doesn't ask for support, guren doesn't give it. i get that this is a really complicated issue considering that before the catastrophe they're mostly not that close and guren has like a million different problems to deal with & after the catastrophe his biggest concern is keeping shinya alive, but i did come up with a solution for this (sorry i went on a tangent there again the shinsanity is getting to me). so what shinya often does is put guren's goals and wishes above is own (be that by not being able to figure out what he wants and helping guren achieve his goals instead (canon) or quite literally being in love with him but never acting on or even acknowledging it (interpretation)). shinya knows that guren has a horrible case of saviour complex, has watched him repeatedly destroy himself to try and save someone else. so it would make total sense if he, having devoted himself to supporting guren, didn't want to become the reason he gets hurt. it would make for a horribly sad situation because there is no way guren would want to accept this but it plays right into his need to keep shinya at a distance, so there's nothing he can do about it.

let them snuggle.

just a glimpse into my dark, twisted mind😈

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Ok soooo, dacryphilia and cock warming (or collars) if it hasn't already been done already. love how you write Shigaraki's reaction to Dabi's tears, and the headspace Dabi has to be in to actually let himself go enough to cry. And tears of blood are usually seen as gross and/or creepy, and I can imagine how Dabi is used to people being disgusted (if he even lets himself be vulnerable enough to cry Infront of someone). But Shiggy loves them, ugh, your writing will be the death of me. And hawks can't cry so maybe learning Dabi's bastardised version. Idk Shigadabi, shigadabihawks your choice. Sorry for the long ask

Prompt: Cock Warming, Oral Sex, Dacryphillia

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Cock Warming, Dacryphillia, Dom/Sub, Subspace, light Breath Play, light Pain Play, light Blood Play, Face Fucking, brief Accidental Voyeurism

Knew that he was in for a long punishment when he ignored Shig's texts for a week. In his defense... okay he doesn't have one. Knew that Duster needed to go off and do shit with Re-Destro as Grand Commander or whatever and that he couldn't tag along because he needed him at base making sure that everything else was in order. Ignoring his lover because he was pouting, especially when Shig made sure to text him every day to check up on him outside of work stuff, was petty and rude. But he was petty and stubborn and apparently willing to live up to his moniker of 'brat' from his lover. Had thought he was in for Duster coming home and throwing him against the nearest flat surface and putting him in his place. 

Instead Shigaraki had come back, they'd gone over work stuff, and Duster had just gotten up and left the room. Only came to bed long after he fell asleep and left long before he woke the few nights he managed to sleep at all due to his insomnia. Still will talk to him about work, never rude to him, but is absolutely getting even with him for the week of cold shoulder he'd given. Absolutely not punishing him in bed the way he'd wanted because he'd definitely figured out that's what Dabi had been angling for. Hates that this is so clearly a much more effective way of punishing him because he's getting absolutely desperate for his lover's attention. 

Breaks after three days of the cold shoulder. Breaks after another morning waking up alone in bed, Duster's side left deliberately unmade so that he knows he was there this time and left without waking him, hadn't curled up close like they usually do. Throws on his clothes, sans coat, and heads towards Shigaraki's office. Fine. Groveling it is.

Makes it to his office unimpeded and knocks on the door, 

"Come in." Pushes it open and Duster cocks a brow at him. "What is it?" 

Doesn't say anything, shuts the door and then moves over to where his lover is sitting at his desk. Still doesn't say anything before he gets down on his knees, half crawling under the desk to do so. Duster watches him, expression flat. He puts his hands behind his back and rests his temple against his knee, keeps his eyes on the floor, head lowered, the picture of submission. Stays still and quiet. Takes an agonizingly long time before Tomura sighs softly. And then there's a careful hand petting through his hair. 

"Why were you misbehaving, kitten?" 

"...missed you." 

"Would have had me back sooner if you hadn't been so rude." 

"I'm sorry, sir." 

Duster hums, keeps petting him gently and Dabi melts into the touch. Missed his hands so badly, missed his attention, missed his words-- the soft ones and the mean ones that he saves for him behind closed doors. "I'm glad you came and apologized," the hand pulls away from his hair and he nearly whines for it back. "But you misbehaved for a week, baby. Punishment's not over yet. Go do your work." 

Does let out a soft whine now, desperate to be forgiven, desperate for Duster's touch back. "Please sir, I'm sorry, I'll be good--" 

"If you were going to be good then you wouldn't be talking back to me so soon after apologizing." Voice ice cold and not deigning to look at him when Dabi risks lifting his head. Has turned back to his own work, expression closed off. Fuck. Doesn't know what to do with how sour and sick his insides are going, the tremble that's starting to go through him. Feels like he's going to drop and they haven't even really played yet. Duster glances at him and goes still. Wonders how stricken he must look to make him pause. "Oh, sweetheart," the coldness goes so suddenly, hand reaching to stroke over his cheek. 

Didn't realize he was crying until he gives a soft sob as soon as his hand is on his face. "I-I'm sorry, please sir, I won't do it a-again, please," Can't stop the tears as they slip over his cheeks. Doesn't dare reach for him, wants to hold on tight, clingy and needy. Anything to make the sharp sickness and shame soften where it's clawing at his chest. 

"Pretty boy," catching some of the bloody tears, smearing them from his skin, expression so soft and warm on him as he sniffles and tries not to sob. "You really do feel bad, don't you, baby?" 

Dabi nods weakly. 

Duster sighs, like he's still disappointed, like he's still misbehaving, and Dabi's gut goes absolutely hollow thinking that his lover is still going to send him away. "Alright, sweet thing, come here," makes him shift until he's hidden under the desk, makes him keep his hands behind his back and hope sparks sharply through him as Tomura undoes his belt and slowly pulls himself from his pants, giving his cock a few long, languid strokes as he catches the tears still slipping over his cheeks with his other hand. Eyes darker as he touches himself, as he watches him cry. Always likes to see him cry, always makes him when they're in bed together. Likes to see him cry because it's another sign of his submission. Because Duster is the only person who's gotten to see him cry since he became Dabi and delights in knowing that he can reduce him to nothing but a messy tangle of needy emotions to the point that tears are the only release for it. "Open up, kitten." 

Does so readily, leaning forward and letting his lover feed his cock between his lips. Can't help the little moan at the taste of Duster's skin on his tongue. Starts to lick along his length, sucking eagerly, more than ready to make up for his bad behavior. Not expecting a hard pull at his hair, sharp enough to make him whimper, eyes flicking up to meet Tomura's. 

"Not like that, baby. Let you stay so long as you can behave yourself but I have work to do." 

Oh. He shifts a little settling in, sucking and licking more gently, feeds him into his mouth a little slower, until he's sitting just at the back of his throat. Takes him a second to find a place that's deep enough but that isn't restricting his breathing, his jaw and lips stretched wide around his lover's thick cock, but settles. Will happily stay right here for as long as Tomura lets him. 

The hand in his hair pets him again, "That's it, being such a good boy." The sickness in his gut ebbs away with the words and soft touch. Makes way for the light, floaty fog his head goes to sometimes when he gives up control to Shigaraki. Makes everything feel softer and a little distant. Makes his eyes slip shut as he focuses on the cock in his mouth. Can't blow him the way he usually likes to. Needs to be good. Keeps stroking along his length with his tongue languidly, only swallows when he has to, keeps him pressed into his throat for as long as he can before he gently pulls off enough to breathe and takes him in again. Never pulls more than an inch or two back. Keeps as much of his lover's cock in his mouth as he can. 

Has no idea how long Tomura keeps him like this. Knows that it's long enough for the discomfort in his knees and jaw to go completely numb. That he's so distant and foggy that when Tomura shifts, hand moving to the back of his neck and pulling him a little further onto his cock, he's surprised by the muffled moan he lets out. Surprised to realize how hard he is too. Hopes that means his lover wants him to really start to suck him off, but he shifts back to petting him lightly, lets him resume his rhythm and goes right back to his work. Dabi whimpers but Duster doesn't even glance at him. Now that he's noticed his arousal it's becoming a more persistent discomfort. His cock aching and straining against his pants. But he needs to be good. Has to behave. Will be sent away if he doesn't. Does his best to settle. 

Only manages to stay still for a few more minutes. Just trying to shift a little, trying to spread his legs a little wider to relieve some of the pressure against his cock. Moves too much and has Tomura's eyes back on him, a little sharper than they were before. Pauses as Dabi stills. 

Lets out a low, mean laugh when he sees the obvious bulge in his pants. Dabi flushes hotly, working his tongue along his length more insistently. Tomura pulls his hair again, "My little whore, like being used so much. Let me see how hard your pretty cock is, baby." 

His hands are trembling, keeps sucking Duster's cock as he undoes his belt and the closures of his pants. Moans as he wraps his hand around himself, the air of the room so cool against his overheated skin. Barely has started to move his hand before the tug on his hair comes again, much more roughly. Hard enough it sends stars dancing behind his eyes, making his cock drip and him moan around Tomura's. 

"Didn't give you permission to touch yourself, hands behind your back, sweetheart." 

Torture to do it but he doesn't hesitate. Won't misbehave again when he's still in trouble. 

"Good boy." And then he goes right back to his work. 

Agony to have Tomura's hard cock in his mouth, to not be allowed to suck him off properly, to be so hard and so exposed and not be allowed to touch himself. Wants to make his lover feel good, wants to be allowed to cum. Hard to stay relaxed and keep warming his cock. Can't help the little whimpers and whines that are slipping from his throat each time he's allowed to take him as deep as he can go and swallow. Moans a little too loudly when he starts to taste his lover's pre, bitter and salty, on the back of his tongue. Makes his own cock start to drip too. 

Goes abruptly still when he hears a knock at the door, his temperature spiking sharply with his panic. Cuts through the nice hazy fog of his arousal as he struggles to remember if he locked the door behind him. Tomura smiles again, sharp and dangerous, holds him in place and fucks into his mouth once and Dabi gets the message. Starts to really work his mouth over him, tries to be quiet, shame making his cheeks burn as his lover calls,

"Come in," 

Can't be seen from where he's kneeling, but knows if he's too loud that he'll be heard in the small room. Tries to be quiet as he swallows around Shig's cock, starting to bob his head along his length, rubbing his stud against his head the way he likes, rewarded with more pre against his tongue. 

"Hey boss man, sorry to bother you," 

Fucking, god damn it. Of course it's the hero with his sneaky feathers that can hear everything. 

"It's fine, what do you need, Hawks?" And Duster's voice is calm and even as he addresses the hero. 

"I was just wondering if you know where Dabi is? Been looking for him for half an hour but I haven't found him yet." 

Duster tugs on his hair, forces him to take his cock as far as he can into his throat and Dabi tries desperately not to choke. "Any reason you're looking for him in particular?" Doesn't let him pull back for breath. Holds him in place as his throat twitches and spasms around his cock as he tries not to whimper or gag. 

"Just checking in, gonna be going to Musutafu for a team-up and wanted to let him know before I left." Black spots are starting to bloom behind his eyes. Squeezes them shut as he feels tears start to slip fresh across his cheeks. 

"I'll let him know, he's busy doing some work for me today." 

"Alright, welcome back, by the way." 

"Thanks, good luck with your hero work." A distant ringing is starting in his ears. 

"Thanks, I'll see if I can bring back something good when I'm finished. See you, boss man." The door shuts again, but Tomura keeps holding him in place for another few seconds. Until Dabi is sure he's going to pass out. Then pulls all the way out of his mouth. 

Dabi doesn't know if he's gasping for breath or choking on a sob as soon as his throat is cleared. Coughs weakly as the tears slip over his cheeks, as he gets enough breath back to realize how much closer to the edge the fear of being caught and the sharp discomfort of being choked brought him. 

"Still being so good for me baby, look so cute like this. Love watching you cry. Wonder how many more tears I can get out of you like this. Open back up, sweetheart, I'm not finished with your mouth yet." 

Whimpers but does so immediately. Doesn't know how much longer he can last like this. Knows he'll be in trouble if he talks back again. But Duster doesn't make him go slowly this time. Wraps a hand around the back of his neck and starts to rock his hips into his mouth. Dabi sobs, delirious with his relief as he starts to move, as he readily lets Tomura work up into something faster as he licks along his shaft and swallows around him every time he sinks into his throat. No finesse left in him, is drooling, sobbing, moaning, all messy and desperate as he chases his lover's pleasure, chases his own, balls tightening with each rough thrust. 

"Fuck, that's it pretty boy, being so good for me. Come on, know you can do even better." 

Didn't think he had anything left but he's desperate to be good for Tomura. Wants to be forgiven for misbehaving so badly. Ignores how badly his jaw is hurting again, ignores the way pain sparks sharply along the edges of his lips. Presses hard, pushes until his nose is buried in the nest of white curls at the base of Tomura's cock and takes him as deep as he can into his throat and swallows. has to keep swallowing as they moan loudly, Tomura spilling down his throat. Dizzy as he drinks every drop, doesn't stop, doesn't pull back. Keeps going until Duster's hands are coaxing him back. Pulls off, a few strings of thick saliva and cum clinging to his lips. Realizes belatedly he can taste blood too. That there's blood smeared over the sides of Tomura's cock. Hard to register anything because he's floating through the haze of his own orgasm, cum splattered over his stomach and soaking into his shirt. 

Duster is wiping the tears off his cheeks again, lets out another soft bit of laughter. Dabi whimpers, thinks he's going to get into even more trouble, but when he manages to look up at him, his lover's eyes are so adoring on him. "Always like getting your throat fucked so much, baby boy." 

Too raw from the treatment to find his voice but he manages to nod. 

"Come here, sweet thing." Doesn't bother to wait for him to get his limbs under him, doesn't need to. More than strong enough now to pick him up and pull him into his lap. Peppers his face with soft kisses as he tucks them both back into their pants. Dabi melts against him, still floating. "Did such a good job, baby. Made up for misbehaving this week." 

Can't help the little relieved sob he gives, tucking his face into Tomura's neck, clinging to him. "I'm sorry," voice absolutely ruined. Can barely speak at all, can't bring his voice above a whisper. 

"Oh, baby boy, shhh, I know, I know. Love you so much, sweetheart." Pets his hair and presses a kiss to his temple, holding him a little tighter. "And I missed you while I was gone. Why were you so rude, kitten?"

"...missed you." Hides his face, mumbling into his shirt, knows he's staining it with his tears and, with what he can now tell, are more blood trails from the staples he apparently pulled at the edges of his lips. "Just wanted you to pay attention to me when you came home..." 

Duster sighs, can feel him shake his head slightly, voice gently amused. "I would have paid attention to you as soon as I got back if you'd behaved, baby."

"I'm sorry," he murmurs again, nuzzling in a little closer, like at any second Tomura will change his mind and abandon him again. 

"I know, kitten. Come on, put your arms around my neck." Does so immediately as he feels his grip shift so that he can lift him as he stands. "Gonna go get cleaned up and then I'll give you my attention for the rest of the day, that sound good, baby?" 

He nods, pressing a kiss to his neck just above his collar. "Thank you, sir. Love you." 

"Love you too, firefly. No more misbehaving." 

Shakes his head. Still feels miles away from his body. Couldn't misbehave right now if he wanted to. 

Might have something else to say about that when he does eventually pull himself out of this fog. But for now he's more than content to do exactly as he's told so long as he can stay in Duster's arms. 

Thanks so much for submitting! Still accepting prompts from this list!

[peachymilkandcream]

Hi, I really liked the trapped au can you do a part 2 please :)

Levi x Evelyn AU -> Trapped Part 2

(A/N: I'm so glad you guys liked the little AU oneshot I came up with! Watching Christmas movies while writing this might be a bit too cheerful but here we are XD This will probably be a tad short but here's part 2!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm sysndrome, violence, mind breaking, heavy on the misogyny, etc.

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Marriage to this man was hell and that was putting it mildly, Levi was a cruel man who only cared about his own whims and desires. Anything and everything that crossed his path were little more than possessions, to bend to his will or break. This was all that she was, an object of his obsession, love and affection were words outside of his vocabulary, replaced by lust and aggression.

Evelyn quickly learned that Levi really meant it when he said women were meant to be seen and not heard. The first time she had done so by asking him if he minded if she went to bed was met with a belt beating. Her back still had the stinging welts from the many blows he covered her pale skin with. He had told her that she wouldn't dare disturb him again if he taught her a proper lesson.

She also came to learn that intimacy was not to be denied for any reason. Even though the one time she had a high fever he had dominated her, saying it was her own fault for getting sick. Denials of his affection were met with missing her next meal and a beating. Levi was not meant to be questioned or denied anything, what he wanted he got. Even periods were vile and disgusting, a personal insult since he hadn't gotten her pregnant. Each one caused cruelty and anger, he became irritable and even more entitled.

Evelyn confessed all this and more to her mother, taking silent notice of her brand new dress and jewelry, Levi had kept his promise of taking good care of her, she had more money than she knew what to do with.

"You shut your whining mouth Evelyn." She replied to her daughters worries. "If Levi found out you were complaining about your marriage he could find some reason to divorce you and then we would be disgraced and destitute!"

"But what about the beatings- the-"

"All part of marriage." She interjected. "Your place is to satisfy him and give him children, that's all you're good for. If he beats you then you're not being a good enough wife for him, that's your fault."

Talking to someone else was useless, her mother had all but threatened her blatantly to tell Levi. That was a death sentence, he might get so upset she ended up dead and buried in the basement. She had to bury things down, always bury things down.

Everyone commented how lucky she was, a fine match, a fine man. Girls her age eyed with her envy as they saw her on his arm, wishing it was them. She wished it was them instead, those girls being the one wearing layers of makeup to hide unseemly bruises, those girls being the ones who walked around dripping of him. What a perfect life she had.

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It wasn't so bad, her whole life reduced to watching his children and seeing to his needs. Evelyn watched as her two sons played in the yard, barely five years old and they looked so much like their father. Beautiful boys with jet black hair and the same grey eyes, aggressive and demanding, wanting their mother's attention but knowing father came first. They were just like him.

She rubbed her pregnant stomach lovingly, she had a feeling this one would be a girl. The thought made a small smile come to her face, Levi wouldn't be like most other fathers, this she knew, their daughter wouldn't be a bargaining chip for more, he would mold her into everything Evelyn was not, strong. All of them would be in awe of their father and be an extra set of eyes against their mother, seeing if she ever betrayed his trust.

Her mind came out of it's daydream when the two children ran towards their approaching father, he was home already from work, patting both of their heads affectionately as he stepped on the porch. There was a hidden lust in his eyes as he looked over her pregnant form again, she knew he loved seeing her with child, when she was so round she could barely move. This, fetish, made him treat her with more affection, like now when he kissed her head.

"Hello my dear."

She kissed his cheek obediently. "Welcome home husband."

What a perfect life she had.

[kateofthecanals]

Thoughts on PP23 (aka "Peter Pan and Wendy")...

Beyond the level of faithfulness to the source material, the biggest crime a Peter Pan movie can ever commit is being dull... and this was SO DULL!!! And I don't just mean the cinematography... They were so concerned with being "different" and "a new take" that they stripped the story of any shred of its nuance and complexity! At least Hook was entertaining, and y'all know how I feel about Hook, lol...

No Tink being jealous of Wendy, trying to get her killed, getting banished by Peter, Hook exploiting her banishment to get her to reveal Peter's hideout, then drinking the poison meant for Peter, which makes Peter realize how much Tink means to him, and then resurrecting her with the help of children who believe in fairies? NONE OF THAT?? What are we even doing here then??? These are FUNDAMENTAL PLOT POINTS!!!

And the whole "Hook used to be a Lost Boy" thing? OH GODS PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!! And the thing is, I've always been a Hook apologist, but this movie revealing that Peter *legitimately* screwed him over just made me actively root for him! And the fact that Wendy knew all this and yet still was Team Peter?? I call bullshit...

And btw yes, it does kind of matter that the Lost Boys are all boys because Peter is a chauvinist douche which is uhhhh kind of a big contributing factor in Wendy wanting to leave him. (Side note, for those that don't know, it is canon that Peter KILLS OFF Lost Boys if they start getting older. Because contrary to popular belief, you CAN age in Neverland, you can just choose not to.)

The Hook/Wendy crumbs were nice but anticlimactic (like everything else in this movie). The girl playing Wendy was one of the few bright spots (she would make a good Sansa) but they gave her nothing to work with. She had NO chemistry with Peter (it was giving bickering siblings energy... yawn!) or with Hook... or with anyone honestly. I appreciate that the makers realized that "Peter Pan" is really WENDY'S story, but they stripped her of any sensuality. She is on the cusp of womanhood, and her dynamic with Peter and also with Hook is a major aspect of her character arc, but it's like they were too scared to acknowledge that (like Roger Ebert said in his review of PP03). They don't even have her try to kiss Peter!!! People are so fucking terrified of female sexuality, and that fact was painfully obvious in this movie.

They even had Wendy in bloomers instead of a nightdress because nightdresses are tOo gIrLy I guess...

I like that Peter was British for a change, but he was soooo forgettable! And that's a damn shame.

One thing I did like, though, was when Wendy first learns to fly, her happy thoughts are memories of her childhood, and then at the end of the movie, when she needs to summon happy thoughts again, they are visions of her future as a grown-up. I'm glad they didn't shy away from that, but we never actually saw any character progression from "I don't wanna grow up" to "hey maybe I do wanna grow up!" She hates Neverland pretty much from the moment she gets there and wants to leave, lol. We never see the progressive disillusionment with being someone who wants grown up things being trapped in childish dynamics.

I was confused as to why Jude Law wasn't also playing Mr. Darling, but after watching the movie, I can see why -- because they completely glossed over Wendy's relationship with him (or either or her parents, tbh). Apparently she was only gone for a couple hours?? And her parents never even knew she left?? uhhh okay...

Nana was just a pet, apparently, because, much like glowing fairies, hOw Can a dOg bE a NuRsEmAid???

And my gawd how anticlimactic was Peter's resurrection?? Putting aside the fact that it's HIM who dies instead of Tink, instead of having some grand, epic moment where the belief of children all over the world needs to be summoned to save him, Tiger Lily just shows up and... puts some leaves on him and he wakes up?? Huh? Just... every second of this movie felt like the writers asked themselves "what's the most BANAL way to present this?" and then just went with that.

It's just... really sad that this same studio understood the story better 70 years ago than they do now.

P.J. Hogan, your legacy is SAFE.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 3 - Part 1

BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

I watched as Noah grabbed a girl's hand and led them away.

She was pretty, really pretty.

She had nice, long legs underneath her short leather skirt.

I met her a couple times, her name was... something with a C, maybe an S?

I wanted to throw up but I also didn't want Noah to see how much that bothered me.

It hurt to hear him be so cruel to me and see him with someone else.

Not that I didn't deserve it, I knew I hurt him way worse.

Didn't he know how much I regretted that?

If I could go back in time and not hook up with Noah's friend, I would but life didn't work that way and karma had a sick way of getting back to remind you of what you've done.

I stood there, my heart squeezing in pain as Noah walked right past me as if I didn't exist and out the front door.

To watch someone who meant so much to me, not wanting to even acknowledge me, was a hard pill to swallow.

I made a mistake, coming here was a mistake.

I could be living in an apartment with my boyfriend right now.

My boyfriend who I really really liked.

I texted Kai that I was leaving but before I did, I went to the kitchen, poured myself a shot of tequila and downed it.

Outside the house, I called Benjamin.

"Hey, sweetheart," he answered.

"You settled into your dorm?"

"Almost. I got invited to this First Saturday party at some frat house. I guess it's like a ritual to..."

"Don't you start School on Monday? You're already partying? Don't get involved in those crowds. It's bad news."

Sometimes I hated how good Ben was.

Good in the sense of staying out of trouble. all work, no play.

"It's Saturday night. It's not like I'm gonna get fucked up," I said defensively with a harsh tone but I didn't mean to lash out at him.

I was just upset at seeing Noah.

"Are you okay?"

I sighed.

Benjamin seemed to always know when something deeper was bothering me.

"I'm..."

Something I forgot to mention to Benjamin?

I was attending the same college my ex-boyfriend was.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I was harsh."

"You're not okay. Tell me what happened, babe."

'Babe?' I didn't know how I felt about that.

Kicking a rock as I walked down the dark pavement towards the apartment building, I said a little nervously...

"I have to tell you something."

"Huh? Okay. What's up?"

Rip the Band-Aid off.

Rip the Band-Aid off but I couldn't, so instead I said...

"I just really miss you."

Benjamin chuckled softly.

"You just saw me a few hours ago."

"Yeah, maybe I should've taken you up on the apartment offer," I jested which was a mistake.

"Please don't joke about that, not unless you're serious. I don't want to get my hopes up."

Benjamin's tone was delicate but with pain.

Like a wounded puppy.

Guilt washed over me.

"You're right, I'm sorry. That wasn't fair of me to say."

I made my way into my building.

"It's okay."

There was a moment of silence and I didn't know what else to say. but I didn't have to because after twenty or so seconds, Benjamin said...

"I miss you too."

I smiled to myself as I entered the elevator, pressing the 'ten' button.

"So, I actually wanted to take you to a restaurant tomorrow night," my stomach felt woozy.

"You don't have school Tuesday, right?"

"Right," I confirmed.

"Perfect, so I can pick you up at seven."

And if Benjamin said seven, he meant exactly seven.

He had never been late to any occasion.

I knew he secretly hated it when I took longer to get ready,but he waited patiently and still offered me his opinion on my outfits when I would ask.

"We'll go to this restaurant, you'll love it, it's Italian. authentic Italian," he pressed excitedly which made me chuckle but I was glad he wasn't here in person, otherwise he'd know something was off.

He was doing this on purpose, taking me to a restaurant that serves my favorite foods and for what?

Did he think that was going to make me magical fall in love with food and *bam* my relationship with food was restored but I knew Benjamin wasn't doing this to be cruel, he was trying to help, so I said...

"Sounds good and then you can spend the night in my dorm?" I suggested with a hint of lust in my tone and also to change the subject.

"That was my plan," he chirped.

I pulled my dorm room key that was attached to my lanyard 'Gay Crisis' written in black lettering all around it and unlocked my door before entering.

"So... what have you eaten today?"

I wanted to groan but I refrained as I set all my stuff down, kicking off my shoes.

That was the topic I was trying to avoid.

"I had Tropical Smoothie Cafe. Their flatbread sandwich is really good," he told me.

"What about you?"

"Um, I had a yogurt which you saw me eat this morning, some of those cashews, you bought at the gas station."

'Fuck, I swore I ate more that day.'

"Hmm and then?" he questioned when I didn't continue.

"And then at the party there was some food."

That wasn't a lie. I just didn't eat any of it.

"What kind?"

"Bennnn."

That time I did groan.

"Do you want me to send you videos of me eating?" I questioned, my mood shifting from annoyance to anger but I knew I had no right to feel either of those emotions, Benjamin was only looking out for me.

"Baby, I just want to know you're taking care of yourself and eating. Promise me you'll eat something tonight."

"I..." sighing, I said...

"I promise," it wasn't like I didn't know what I was doing was bad but when you tell yourself food will only make you gain weight and when people say things like...

'Wow, you've lost some weight in your face, no more chubby cheeks' from my grandma, you build this mindset and condition your brain to think... 'Do you see how many calories that is?' and you tend to not wanting to eat.

And for me, the nauseous, shameful feeling I got every time I ate something over 300 calories, I could do without but still I knew it was wrong.

"I'm sorry," I murmured.

"You don't have to apologize. I just, I need you to be okay," Benjamin's voice cracked and I knew he was upset.

I hated making him upset.

"I am," I assured.

"I'm going to eat, right now. I actually saw this on Tik-Tok, it's a rice cake with peanut butter, which is protein," I added as if he didn't know.

"And I cut up bananas and then top it off with raw honey. It's so good," I said passionately.

"And it fills me up. I'm so full afterwards."

"That does sound good."

I smiled, hearing his tone lighten up.

"I'm going to make that but I'll text you?"

"Okay, have a good night, Baby."

"Have a good night," I told him then hung up.

After getting into some comfy clothes, jogger sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, I made the peanut buttery delicious snack I told Benjamin about.

I placed it on a paper plate and settled into my bed with my food at my side and laptop in front of me.

Pressing 'play' on The Vampire Diaries, I stared at the rice cake for a minute, contemplating.

'This is healthy, Sam. Eat it. This is good for you.'

I picked it up and took a bite.

[risky-riki]

I can't seem to fall asleep, I've just been thinking about why they're so quiet lately.

I'm also currently just mad...

Not at them, just what's been happening around me...

Cats, fleas, family, if what I reside with even counts as a family, two unemployed brothers actually trying to fight each other, one is serious,and one is lazy...

Reminds me of a certain situation with someone I know... Or at least I thought I knew...

Every now and then I just sit alone for a while in the shower, I just clean lightly, and spend an hour to an hour thirty minutes just thinking on many things.

I'm probably oblivious to many things, there's not that much communication between me and them, I'm starting to hold my words and watch them crumble up.

I said I wouldn't regret meeting you...

But it's becoming harder to just be okay...

I'm feeling distant constantly, the only games I have played with you is world of warships, and Minecraft, Minecraft you don't seem to enjoy survival, only creative, I tend to do creative mainly, but lately...

I haven't been able to get myself to play the game, not even with the new update...

World of warships was okay, but, I guess I either wasn't up to your standards, or you weren't enjoying the game after some time...

I have the game installed, but since I don't play it anymore at all, my laptop is just sitting there now...

I felt ambitious... But the feeling wasn't enough to be a drive, and instead, just resulted in reckless spending...

I'm a fool, a fool who had confidence in it's own abilities, but now, that confidence is gone, one by one these core traits diminished over time...

I used to find myself glued to the phone, dropping in on them every few hours, and now...

None of that from me much...

I wonder if it's okay for me to be this distant...

But I also wonder if being this quiet is okay...

I dislike being in the quiet by them for while...

I want to approach, often I get stopped by how things have turned out in the past, and how they don't seem to communicate much normally...

I sometimes sit here and wonder if there is something I could do...

I probably shouldn't have opened up so much to them, but I did...

And when I thought they would die, they chose not to, I'm glad they stayed.

I don't know what caused me to go for them entirely...

I've reviewed it several times, what caused it, why did I feel the same way I felt for Tia, what Is it that I felt...

I can't really put much into words when thinking of the subject, all I know is I just don't want to let go, even if they don't speak to me, even if I'm left feeling depressed, I could be talking to someone else, hanging out with friends...

But ultimately, they are not them, I don't feel the same as when I am with them for a few moments, even if it's about work, or the day, even if it's just but a bit.

Just... Kinda would love to see a few changes, I can't change them... I don't want to force anything onto them either, so I just...

Linger around, talk to a friend or two, and just wait for any message, any at all...

My bar is really low...

I don't want to just say... Hey, please talk to me...

Please?

Who am I kidding, at this point I should just shut up and just accept it, I'm not meant for them, I'm not meant for anyone...

"I'm not crying"...

I...

Iied...

I...

Cried...

While I tend to brush off my thoughts, I can't brush them away forever...

If you find this page, or if I sent this at some point...

As low as I feel right now, I only want you to be happy, if at some point you decide it's not with me, then yeah, thank you, for everything, for being around when birb talked about it's troubles, it's past, and you, thank you, for opening up a bit about yourself, its not everyday I often I see a bit more a out you, the you I want to see one day personally...

I began feeling frustrated, angry, and ended up being sad... I always loop back to it in the end.

I'm going to sleep I'd appreciate it if you thanked me when I sent you money, or actually say I love you to me... But ah, it's okay...

I'll be here fighting on for a great while to stay for you, even if nothing much is said, even if I'm left feeling depressed, even if the thought of being a bit clingy looms often about me, I love you...

Even when everything just feel so hard about a relationship...

I guess that just means my own experiences are trash in this field... Either case, I'm left feeling cold, but I'll still stay for them... please speak to me, please?

I'm going to sleep, Goodnight.

[ofwrxth]

Jakob ignores the way his heart skips a little at the kiss. It's just a greeting. Europeans greet each other like that all the time. We're not in fucking Europe. He breezes past the voice of reason and instead sniffs his shirt with a laugh. "Oh yeah, Ines got it for my birthday." He gives credit where credit is due and shrugs. "Glad you like it. Felix's nose is too sensitive now; he said I dumped the whole bottle on me last week." But it seems like I put on the right amount today, since Felix hasn't said anything. "Are the opening acts any good?" He asks, rolling his eyes at her. "I always do what I say I'm gonna do. You're thinking of someone else. Maybe Felix?" Said with a squint as thought really considering the options. But he's glad they've found each other because it saves him the search he hadn't realized he'd been doing (or so he tells himself).

"How embarrassing," he laments good-naturedly as he watches Liora play with Arlo, nipping at his ear the same time Jakob fluffs a piece of Demi's hair from her cheek. "Okay, okay." Now he waves a hand, "We need to clear this up once and for all. This," he points at his expression, "is my face. I can't do anything about it." Jakob gives a creepy grin. "This is my face if I was smiling all the time. I'd look like Pennywise. So enough with the frowny face slander. It's just genetics." The younger Ranström insists with a snicker before nodding. "She'll text me. I think she's more in it for Essie-J. But I listened to some of her stuff. It's pretty good." He's never been too much of a stickler for genres, going between them depending on his mood. "Liora loves her one outlaw song. Maybe I need to get her a little motorcycle and a leather jacket." He looks to his familiar, cackling at the thought.

"Ah, yeah, that makes sense. You do kinda dance like you're possessed. Or like you're one of those," Jakob waves his hands above his head, mimicking an inflatable tube man. "There's no in between with you," he says with authority because, well, he knows Demi. And he's seen her dance. Even if, recently, the few times he has, he's had to look away unless he wanted to be caught staring. "Shut up," but there's no ire in his tone, even as he shoves her playfully and without much force. More to make a point than anything. It's not an excuse to touch her.

"Sure, I'm way behind you anyway. At least I'll catch up then." He reasons, and the others are probably still dancing away and won't notice that Demi's taking a bit longer to get drinks. "What'll you have?" Jakob inches up in line with her, ever aware of how warm her skin is against his, even with the briefest touch of their hands. He ignores the sparks, telling himself it's just static, nothing at all. You imagined it. "Okay, smartass, I did know, but you probably wouldn't've heard any message come through anyway. Though maybe I just need to put a locator spell on you next time like a baby." He jokes, because within the magical community, only kids really had locator spells. Kids and convicts. She was neither.

Jakob bites back a grin and shrugs. "Right, well, then, can I get two overpriced waters and a beer please." He asks the stand worker, shooting Demi a look when they tell them each bottle is nine dollars each. "You better savor it," Jakob teases, opting to hover his phone over the square app to pay. "How many drinks have you even had, Dem?" He asks, curious amusement crossing his lips as he leads them away from the stand, nodding to some shade.

demi's arms naturally raise to accept the hug, her touch loose and familiar as she plants a kiss on jakob's cheek. it's how she greets everyone. 'you smell good. is that new cologne?' she remarks when they pull away, her fingers pinching the fabric of his shirt as she leans in for another sniff. 'or maybe it's because you haven't been dancing, so you're not a sweaty betty.' she adds with a laugh, letting go of his shirt to roll her head back and forth in a subtle but exaggerated motion, as if the shake of her shoulders from jakob is far more violent than it is. 'because! you might've said you were here and then bailed or something.' her tone seems casual enough, hiding the slight disappointment that washed over her when she couldn't find him.

'and arlo. look at him, grinning like an idiot.' demi snorts, seeing her familiar's smiling face with a touch of goo-goo eyes at liora. the witch is unaware of how her own dark eyes scan jakob's expression briefly with the same glimmer embedded behind them. 'we would never.' she says sincerely in a laugh, leaning into jakob's arm briefly. it's just a nudge of reassurance. 'think we all figured you might be busy or stalking around the crowds with a frowny face.' demi teases him, her laughter growing when jakob returns the croaky smeagol voice. it's natural for her to glance through the crowd again in search of the little shifter, not that she thinks ines will be easy to find. 'aw, i hope she is soon. it'll be good. but she's got some catching up to do.'

and the question of sebastian brings demi's attention back to jakob instantly. 'oh, yeah, he is. i think he got sick of me dancing around and needed a minute. but then i saw nick trail after him to annoy him. so he literally can't escape.' she laughs, well-meaning. because sebastian is good for her, she thinks. grounding. which is what she needs, isn't it? 'looks like you'll have to get glasses again. and hopefully felix will too. the molemen doth return-eth.' demi can't control her cackle, which ends abruptly as jakob snatches away her notes. her protest is just a slight gasp, and her eyes roll teasingly at his insistence. 'you'll get this round but with my money you just stole?' she chides, not needing to think twice about sliding closer when his arm moves around her shoulder. 

a thoughtful hum grows and demi glances again at the crowd. then she looks to jakob, shrugging slightly. 'just us first?' is that bad? no, of course not. 'and then we can get back in line for the rest.' she nods, a little laugh escaping as jakob clears his throat and returns her money. ignore how his hand feels around yours. 'you know, we could make this easier? next time, we can...text each other if we're looking for each other?' her suggestion is casual as can be, and demi grins up at him. 'because we have smartphones now, not sure if you knew.' she shoots him a playful look as they move into the line, and she squints while deciphering the board of options from afar. 'don't laugh or anything but i think i just need a water.'

[gayerthanevertbh]

great war | i want you pt.3

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pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: slight angst, heavily detailed smut, g!p natasha romanoff, dirty talking, pet names, degradation involved, slight age play kink, jealousy, daddy kink, top!natasha & bottom!reader, and more - minors dni

notes: i want beefy tasha so bad

Birds chirping outside my window woke me up, prompting me to rub my eyes as I sat slowly on this very soft, delicate bed. I yawned loudly and looked around. This isn't my room. It took me a moment to realize I was in Natasha's room, and I was mortified. I knew what happened last night, but my vision was hazy, and I remembered her conversation with Bucky. Her voice was flecked with jealousy, but it was subtle. Next thing you know, I'm in her room. Resting.

"You're awake." I looked up to see Natasha handing me a glass of water and an aspirin to relieve the ache in my head; she didn't appear upset. It was more like she enjoyed being in the same room as me, with no one else to bother us.

“Was I that drunk?” I slurred, drinking from the glass she handed me as she sighed. "I'm assuming you've spoken with Bucky."

Natasha dropped her smile and sighed deeply through her nostrils, "Yeah, he was drunk too. I think he wanted to fight me."

“D-Does he know about… us?” My chest sighs with relief as she shakes her head. I wouldn’t imagine them fighting on the streets; Natasha’s temper can be intolerable. “Oh, okay. So it wasn’t that bad, right?”

“He seems cocky,” she murmured, playing with her fingertips instead of looking at me. “I just–I saw him touching you, and I didn’t like that.”

I sighed as I reached for her hand, and I'm glad she didn't flinch - I needed to let her know Bucky wasn't going to stand a chance. I was entirely hers. I wish she knew that more.

“He’s just a friend, Tasha.”

“He could be more than that–”

“Please?” I cut her off as I cupped her face and drew her closer. We exchanged glances, unsure who would make the first move. She looks at my eyes, then at my lips as she bites into her lower ones. There was no time to fool around. “Tash, look at me.”

She looked into my eyes once again. “I don’t want to sound jealous, but I am. Y/n, I really am. I need to know he’s just a friend, so please just… tell me he is.”

The world felt like it was beginning again. Every time she looked at me, I could swear I sank deeper until I reached the bottom of the ocean and begged to be saved. She was my breath, my knight in shining armor. I'd kill myself for her if I could. I know it's an exaggeration, but I would. She leaned slowly and kissed my mouth, and I could feel how plump and sweet her lips were. I was merely addicted.

I opened my eyes and watched as her face got wrinkled, licking her lips slowly. She was beautiful, like a mature older woman who looked young for their age. I whispered, “I hope you trust me.”

“I do, with all of me. Within me.”

Within me, I repeated her words in my head. Heaven.

“Is Dad here?” she shakes her head, revealing her smirk. “We should watch a movie together. What do you say?”

“Asking me on a date, little girl?” I giggled, nodding my head. Natasha kissed my lips again and brought me to her lap, squeezing my waist softly – afraid enough to hurt me. “Do you want to run away with me someday?”

This made me feel still. This question was similar to Bucky's request for him to marry her, but it was slightly better in her case. It's more accurate than marrying someone because I knew I wasn't ready for such a big commitment. After all, I'm just a kid who has a crush on my father's best friend.

It could be more significant than that.

“W-What?”

Her body deflated with my answer. I shouldn’t have said that; I should’ve said yes – because I would.

“Do you want to run away with me?”

I let out a light chuckle and wrapped my arms around her neck, pressing our foreheads together.

“How are we going to do that, Tash?” she massages my left arm, chasing for another kiss as she feels desperate for me. “Tash, wait–”

“Pennsylvania, have you been there?”

“I thought you wanted to go somewhere in another country, like Spain.”

Natasha sighed, nodding in agreement. “Yeah,” she said. “Maybe we could do something like that. But I want you to be close to Steve as well. I don’t want him thinking I took you away from him.”

“Is it even a good idea to tell him?” I pondered as I made circular motions with my fingers on the back of her scalp. “Like, do you think he’d approve of us?”

There was a long silence, but it wasn't awkward. Natasha looks at me, wondering what would happen if Steve knew about my relationship with her. Would he be disheartened? Disgusted? The second option was more accurate than the first, which he disapproves of.

So what have I been doing with myself?

"We don't have to tell him, baby," she cooed, nibbling on my bottom lip and slithering her hand under my shirt as my nipple felt her fingers on it. "No one needs to know about us. It's just the two of us. Okay?”

Being a secret wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

“Okay,” I whispered, seeing her widely grinning – which made my heart happy. “We don’t have to tell anyone.”

She kissed me again, but this time it was more heated. More passionate if you put it into a more profound word. I felt her hand raking on my right breast while the other was caressing my left ass cheek, moaning and grunting each time I ground on her pelvis – which I could feel her hardening member.

“Oh god,” she groans into my mouth, removing both shirts. “Keep grinding on me, baby girl… feel so good.” I pushed her slowly back on the mattress and kissed her fiercely, trying to take charge. But she was quick enough to spin me around, and I was beneath her, mewling for my life.

“You want this dick, don’t you?” she teases, kissing my ribcage up to my chest as she gives my skin open-mouth kisses. “You want this. Tell me you want this.”

I want this. I want you in me.

“I-I want it, Daddy–” my breath hitches when I felt her tongue flicking on my right nipple, biting it slowly. “Argh! Tasha, oh my god–it feels so good…”

She spent her time making love to my body, her lips hovering over every inch of my skin. I felt desired and craved. Something about her kissing me all over made me feel important and vulnerable. Everyone, including Bucky, sees me as something good or not appreciated. Maybe even both. But to Natasha, in her eyes, I’ll always be that good little girl for her, as she always says.

Natasha pulls down my panties and licks up my pubic bone, pressing her nose onto my clit – smelling me, wanting me. I prided my legs open and quietly asked, “Y-You don’t have to eat me. I just want a quickie. That’s all.”

“Why? Are you leaving me?” I know she was teasing, but I felt a pan of sadness. She knew where I was going today, yet didn’t speak about it.

Bucky Barnes.

“N-No, but I have to see him–”

She pulls herself up and opens my mouth, pressing her thumb and index finger against my cheeks and spitting a wad of saliva on my tongue. "Let me fuck you first, baby," she growls. “Can’t let him take you away from me without claiming you first.”

Natasha swiftly removes her boxers and strokes her penis, getting it hard. I offered to help, but she kept my other wrist in place – I guess she was this possessive today. But she never dared touch me in a rough matter, and she would always ask permission for that. But her spitting on my tongue was something else, immensely turning me on. I looked down at our bodies and saw the tip of her dick leaked with pre-cum, dribbling on my stomach.

“Sorry,” she murmured, pecking my jaw. “I’m hard right now.” It was nature, so it wasn’t much of her fault. I cupped her face again and softly kissed her, then flicked my tongue on her upper lip, begging her to fuck my mouth with her tongue. She gladly did, thrusting her tongue in my mouth as she licked the roof of my mouth.

She mumbles, "You taste so good," she says as she aligns her dick on my tight hole and gradually thrusts into me, groaning in my mouth. “Oh, fuck. you’re so tight, baby.” I inhaled deeply and clawed at her back, digging my nails into her skin. Her penis was always huge and thick. If you look closely, you will notice how many veins she has run the length of her dick. And the tip of her cock was pink, really pink. She doesn’t shave much of her pubic hair, but from time to time, she does.

“Daddy, you’re too big!” I exclaimed, throwing my head back onto the pillow as I felt her pushing more of her length inside of me – turning myself on when I heard her whispering the dirtiest words out of her mouth. “O-Oh god, I’m so full…”

Natasha pulls out slowly and pushes back in again with a roll of her hips, murmuring: “Feel good, baby? Yeah, bet that feels good. You love this big cock too much, huh?” I nodded, whimpering while biting down my lip. “S-shit, you’re clenching on my dick! Fuck, keep clenching around me, baby.”

She holds my hips down and starts pounding me, the headboard hitting against the wall maliciously – hoping that no one else could hear us being so… lewd. But then I realized we live a bit further away from the village, so I took my chances and started screaming her name, rolling my hips with her.

She licks my neck, kissing it and whispering, "Your screams turn me on so much." The room is filled with the sound of our skin slapping one another and the smell of our sexual activity. At this point, she was using you like one of the toys in her collection. “Push Daddy’s cock out, come on baby… you’re gonna make me fucking cum!”

Unconsciously, her hips begin to move, and her grunt intensifies until you hear it coming from outside her room. But I didn't give a damn; I allowed her to beat me down on her bed and beg me to clench around her dick.

And I did.

"Can I call you a slut?" she asked quietly in my ear as she pushed herself inside me. “P-Please? Can I call you my fucking slut?” I nodded, feeling parched. I clutched her close and looked out my window, noticing more birds from the tree looking down at us. It was an odd sensation because these were just animals, but it would be a different story if they were humans.

"Do you realize you're a fucking slut?" She growled as I lifted my legs and intertwined them behind her back, squeezing her. "Are you my slut, baby? My personal little slut?”

"Uh-huh, I'm your slut, Daddy... your personal slut," I nodded frantically. She smiled at me almost maliciously as she realized she'd bottomed out. With my tightness, she could barely pull her dick out, causing her to groan.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking tight… can’t even pull out from your pussy. Your little pussy took this dick, huh?” Her cock twitches as she chuckles, her other hand pressing against my stomach as I scream in delight. “Yeah, scream it, baby. Let them know you’re being fucked, especially by me. Your other Daddy’s best friend.”

"I'm close-" my breath hitched once more as I looked down at our genitals, which were completely fused together. She kissed my lips, and I felt her spit run down my throat, causing me to tremble. “D-Daddy, I can’t take it–oh my god, I’m coming!”

"Cum, baby, cum for me," she says as she gives three more hard thrusts. Squeeze my dick, yeah—oh fuck, I can feel you... you feel so good!" As I climaxed, I arched my lower back and noticed white dots appear. I could tell she was getting close, so I hugged her while chasing another kiss from her, begging for more.

"I'm going to get you pregnant," she grunts, rolling her hips on me hard. "I'm going to make you round and swollen, steal you from your father, and make us a family. Do you want that, sweetie? Want my cum?”

"N-no, wait," I prompted myself, trying to push her stomach out, but she pushed me back down on her bed and began howling. “Tasha, wait–”

“We’re roleplaying,” she simply says, her breath ragged. “Come on, play along with me. M’promise gonna pull out, just play with me…” I decided to indulge her dirty fantasies and let her pound into me once more, my skin burning each time her thighs collided with mine. She looks down at me intently, her brow furrowing as she nears her climax.

“Tell me you don’t want me to cum inside you,” she demanded, her eyes still gazing at mine. As I screamed, she groped my right breast harshly. “Tell me you don’t want Daddy to get you pregnant. Come on… tell me.”

“P-Please don’t cum in me…”

"What if I want to?" she grunts, covering my mouth with her hand as I whimper on it. “Shh, answer me. What if I don’t want to?” I shook my head and writhed away from her, luring her deep inside me until I was pregnant with her children. She admitted that it was all a ruse - she would never get me pregnant.

She removed her hand from my mouth as I screamed, “Pull out! Please, just pull out–I don’t want to get pregnant–”

“I’m here, baby–fuck! Oh my god, I'm here," she says softly, pushing my hair away from my face and kissing me hard on the lips. Murmuring my mouth, she said: “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming deep inside of you; take it all. Take it. That’s it–Ugh, you feel amazing…”

She did not come inside of me. Instead, she drew back and jerked herself off, missing her climax. She decided to come all over my chest and moan out my name every time she spurts ropes of cum all over my chest, some on my face. Natasha groaned in euphoria as she looked down at me; this was a pleasant sight for her. Something captivating that could stain her mind for decades until she dies.

“Are you okay?” she asked, out of breath. I felt her body lying beside me while her hand trailed up and down my stomach. “Please tell me you’re okay…”

“I’m okay,” I whispered, looking at her with droopy eyes. Natasha only smiles and pulls me closer to her, kissing my temple. She says, “That was amazing, better than I’d imagined.”

“Do you like roleplaying?”

There was a pause, but she nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I do. It’s one of my favorites when it comes to sex.”

“Do you want to do that more often with me?” I inquired. She nodded again, but her smile was one of concealment as if it were a dirty secret. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your fantasies, Nat.” I put my thumb on her cheek and caressed it, smiling back at her.

“It’s just that,” her words trailed, looking down at her penis as she thought about the choice of words she would say. “My fantasies can be really upsetting. Like… I have a thing for age play.”

This took me back. I prompted myself, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “W-What do you mean, Tash?”

“I want you to be younger, like… really young.”

“How young are we talking about?”

“Young enough where you can be, my little baby,” she touched my hand and brought it to her lips, pecking at it. “But it’s okay; we don’t have to do that. I can just… jerk off to my fantasies.”

Her fantasies were seductive and captivating in a dirty way. But I couldn't say no to her, especially since I wanted to repair her fantasies. I never did any of that, especially when she came into my life. But as I think hard about it, I did want those fantasies. I wanted her to share them with me.

“Okay,” I agreed, smiling. “I want to play with your fantasies as well.”

“Good,” she grins and kisses my lips, pulling me back down until our breasts are pressed against each other. “Thank you, Y/n.”

"You should try eating tootsie rolls," Bucky suggested as he drew the cigarette from his mouth. Smoking cigarettes is something Natasha and Bucky can relate to - it's almost as if they're devoted to it. “Do you have the urge to smoke?”

I shake my head. He smiled, sighing: “Good. I don’t want your dad killing me or something.”

“I don’t think he would,” I answered as I looked at the blue skies above me, not minding the strain in my eyes. “He’s too fond of you.”

"You think so?" he asked, to which I nodded. “That’s nice. I mean, Steve is a nice person. It would be a lot easier for me to marry you then, right?”

Here we go again, I thought to myself. He’ll always bring this up. Marriage, kids, stability, I don’t even want any of it from him. I just want his friendship.

“Guess so.” I'm not sure how else I could respond to him. I was too preoccupied with Natasha and our escape to think clearly. No offense to Bucky, but I'd instead run away with her than marrying him. I wasn't attracted to him initially, even though I thought I was. Poor him, honestly. Why is he still chasing after someone who isn’t even interested?

Bucky sat on the grass and threw his old cigarette in the backyard, hoping he wouldn’t get caught. “We should have a burger, yeah? I’m kind of hungry.”

“We literally just ate an hour ago.”

“Still, I have an appetite.” he patted his stomach and rubbed out, chuckling in the air. Clearly, he wanted my attention. And I did look at him, but it was only brief.

“Come on,” he groans, pulling my arm to help me stand on my two feet. “I know one place where they make the best hamburgers. They only cost like, what, 2 dollars? Which isn’t so bad, yeah?”

“Sure,” I agreed, fishing for money in my shorts pocket. “I probably just need to ask for my allowance–”

“Y/n won’t be free for today.” I turned over my shoulder and saw Natasha standing in front of us with a cigarette in her mouth, her chest heaving as the sun burned our skin.

“Would it be okay if I take her out for lunch, Ms. Natasha?” he asked as he craned his neck. “It won’t be too long. I’ll bring her back as soon as possible.”

She puffs a cigarette in the air as she looks at both of us, but mostly at me, almost persuading me to stay with her, to be with her. But I couldn't do it because I hadn't seen Bucky in five days. It's the least I could do for him. But I also wanted to stay for her, to spend time with her in bed, holding hands as we discussed the possibilities.

Natasha sighed, scratching her nape, and said: “Y/n, you have something to do. Your college application, remember?” I remember telling her that I needed to study for my college applications in case I didn't get in. I wasn't academically gifted, but my father apparently wishes for me to become one - which I can assure you will not happen in a million years.

“I’ll get it done once I’m home.”

“Good,” she said, nodding at Bucky. “You better take care of her because you didn’t do your job the last time I picked her up.”

Bucky was clearly getting irritated. It was his posture and his stare, almost a glare. I wanted to tell him that Natasha was just looking after me, but knowing myself, I didn't want to say too much. He would not be pleased.

He would find it disgusting, for that matter.

“I’ll take care of her this time, Natasha.”

“Watch your tongue, boy.”

"Bucky and I will be leaving," I say as I wrap my hand around his wrist and pull him towards me, silently pleading with him to let go of the situation. “I’ll be home in an hour. I promise, Nat.”

She only nodded and turned and walked back to the house, her back facing me. My heart was breaking down piece by piece. I should not have agreed. I could have simply stayed with her. But I genuinely liked Bucky and considered him a friend. I couldn't give up something so valuable that had been there long before her; I'd turn into a jerk.

“Come on,” he said, placing his arm on my right bicep. “Let’s eat.”

I will have to deal with her once I get back home.

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Not alone in the spotlight

Lucy Lane x Male Reader

Request - Lucy Lane (Superman and Lois version) x male!reader where y/n is Clark's brother. The story starts where Lucy was in a low point in her life where she lost her job and her fiance. So instead of Lucy staying with Ally, she stayed with y/n. Lucy develops feeling for him but is afraid to get her heart broken. Clark questions about a hickey on his neck.

It's raining hard with thunderstorms and Y/n is sleeping. He heard someone knock on the door but he thought it was a dream. A minute later, he kept hearing the door now he goes out of bed. He opened the door and he is in shock, it’s Lucy Lane and she is soaked.

“Come in. What the hell, Lucy” Y/n said.

“I didn’t know where else to go. And I’m not in good terms with Lois” Lucy said.

“I’m just glad you didn’t go back to Ally. Wait here, I will grab a towel” Y/n said.

Lucy starts to shiver and he went to get the towel. He gave her the towel and she starts to dry her face.

“Thanks,” Lucy said.

“Lucy, what is going on,” Y/n said.

“I hit rock bottom, Y/n. I don't know who am I anymore. Feels like, I'm in a rabbit hole and I don't know how to get out of it” Lucy said.

“Stay the night and I will put the hot water on for you. I don't want you to feel alone and I will always be here for you. I will help you get through it” Y/n said.

“Yeah,” Lucy said.

Y/n went to turn on the hot water for her. Then he gave Lucy, his pajamas and a bathrobe and she went to take a shower. She comes out and you are making tea for her.

“Does your sister know that you are here?” Y/n asked.

“Actually, she doesn't know that I'm back in Smallville,” Lucy said.

“Oh... Do you want her to know?” Y/n said.

“I will tell her soon. Are you making tea?” Lucy said.

“Yeah, I made tea. I don't want you to get sick” Y/n said.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Lucy said in a low voice.

He placed the tea in front of her and she starts to drink it. A bit later, in the bedroom, you make space for her on the bed.

“You can sleep here and I will sleep in the living room,” Y/n said.

“Please stay, Y/n. I don't want to sleep alone” Lucy said.

“Yeah, sure. I will grab an extra blanket” Y/n said.

She lies in bed and he comes back with the extra blanket. They are lying next to each other and they don't say anything, they just go to sleep.

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Y/n drives to Clark’s farm and Lucy is in the jeep. She texted Lois that she is back in town, Clark thought it would be a good idea to have a family dinner together.

“It will be fine,” Y/n said.

“I did miss everyone,” Lucy said.

They get out of the jeep. Lois hugged Lucy and they are happy to see each other. Jon and Jordan are happy to see their uncle Y/n, they gave him fives. Later, Y/n helped Clark spend time together with the boys. Lucy and Lois wanted to talk alone together, then they started to yell at each other.

“I lost everything! I lost my career, my fiance, and myself!” Lucy yelled.

“I tried to being there for you! But you kept pushing me, dad, and anyone who tried to help you. I still want to be there for you, but please don't go back to Ally is very dangerous” Lois said.

“I’m not going back to Ally, I swear,” Lucy said.

Lois hugged her sister tight. Y/n played football with Jonathan and Jordan then Y/n went to check up on Lucy.

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Lucy is still living with Y/n and he likes having her around the apartment. But Y/n and Lucy developed a friend-with-benefits relationship. She did develop feelings for him but she is scared to get closer to Y/n. She does wonder if Y/n does have feelings for her.

Y/n agreed to be the football equipment manager to help Clark. They are watching the boys play football then Clark noticed something on Y/n’s neck.

“Y/n, what is on your neck? Is that a hickey?” Clark asked.

“I don't know what you are talking about,” Y/n said.

“Oh wow, that is a hickey. Wait, you have a new girlfriend and you didn't tell me!?” Clark said.

“Focus on the team,” Y/n said.

Y/n pulls up his collar to hide the hickeys and Clark just laughed. They are close brothers but Y/n doesn't want to tell anyone that he is having sex with Lucy.

“I will figure it out,” Clark said.

“Whatever, Clark and you won't find out,” Y/n said.

Y/n continued to help Clark during football practice.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Y/n has been trying to help Lucy feel better about herself. Lucy is home watching a movie then suddenly Y/n comes through the door with a Christmas tree and he has on a Santa hat.

“Wow, Y/n” Lucy laughed.

“Hey, Lucy. Well, I actually thought we can decorate a tree together. And I thought we can bring color into the apartment” Y/n smiled.

“I guess we can do that. But we don't have Christmas ornaments” Lucy said.

“I got that covered. Shall we get started?” Y/n smiled.

Lucy couldn't help to smile and she said yes. Y/n takes out the fake tree from the box and Lucy starts to open the boxes of ornaments. Now they start to set the tree in the living room. Lucy is putting the led lights on it.

“I knew this will be fun with you,” Y/n said.

“It is fun. But you have bad taste in Christmas ornaments” Lucy giggled.

“I like that one of Garfield wearing a hat,” Y/n said.

“Such a dork” Lucy giggled.

Now they start to put the ornaments on the tree. Lucy is really having a good time and can't stop smiling. They take a selfie by the tree and they continue to decorate the tree.

Y/n leans in and kissed her on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and she starts to kiss him back.

“Lucy, I'm in love with you,” Y/n said.

She puts her hand on his cheek.

“I have feelings for you too... But I don't want to get my heart broken again” Lucy said.

“We can take it slow. I don't want you to get in a relationship with me when you don't feel you are ready. I will wait for you, Lucy” Y/n said.

Lucy kissed him again.

“You are so good to me,” Lucy said.

He hugged her and kissed her head, she holds him for a few seconds more.

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Before Y/n and Lucy go see Lois and Clark, they are doing last-minute Christmas shopping. Once they entered the house, everyone hugs them. Y/n is helping Lois in the kitchen.

“Y/n, do you know if Lucy is dating someone?” Lois asked.

“Dating someone?” Y/n asked.

“I noticed that Lucy has hickeys on her neck and she smiles more when she gets a text. I asked her but she didn't give me a straight answer” Lois said.

“I don't know if she is dating someone,” Y/n said.

“Can you find out for me? I don't want to see her heart get broken again” Lois said.

“Okay, I will try to find out,” Y/n said.

“Thank you. I owe you one, Y/n” Lois smiled.

“Sure...” Y/n said.

Lois and Clark start to set up the table. Y/n is still in the kitchen and Lucy walked in, he told Lucy what he and Lois talked about. He put his hands on her waist and she starts to smile.

“I like sneaking around with you,” Lucy said.

“Me too” Y/n smiled.

She starts to kiss him, she starts to smile and he put his hands on her ass. Then Jonathan and Jordan walked into the kitchen...

“No way!” Jonathan and Jordan said very loud

Lucy and Y/n moved away from each other.

“Don’t tell your parents” Y/n said.

“We won't tell unless...” Jonathan smirked.

“Unless, what?” Lucy asked.

“Give us fifty dollars and we won't tell anyone,” Jordan said.

Lucy and Y/n looked at each other.

“Each. Give us fifty dollars each” Jonathan said.

“Fine,” Y/n said.

Y/n takes out his wallet and gives them fifty dollars each. Jonathan and Jordan start to smile at each other and they leave the kitchen.

After dinner, everyone starts to open the gifts. The boys didn't tell their parents about their uncle Y/n kissing Lucy. Y/n did buy Lucy a gift and she liked the necklace. Clark and Lois still have no idea that Lucy and Y/n like each other.

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Y/n took Lucy to the city for the week. Lucy still wants to take it slow with Y/n before rushing into a relationship. Y/n will still wait for her and he is okay taking it slow. But tonight, Lucy and Y/n went ice skating, and they are holding hands while they ice skated.

“Having fun?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, I'm having fun. I haven't ice skated since I was a teenager” Lucy said.

“When I first ice skated, I fell a lot that I sprained my wrist,” Y/n said.

“Oh, that's not fun. But don't you heal faster?” Lucy said.

“At the time no. It was my first time on earth so it took a while for me to get used to being on earth and using my powers” Y/n said.

“Oh,” Lucy said.

They skated for a while then they went to get something to eat. Lucy surprised Y/n with a kiss and they smiled at each other. But he did kiss her back then they head back to the hotel and they watch the fireworks together.