#no witty comments here just.... yeah

[simleez]

JAKE EN O-CLOCK EP. 86

[steddiealltheway]

As soon as Steve hears the phone ring, he sighs.

Robin is away visiting her family in Kentucky for the holidays, and the only other person to ever call would be...

"Dustin," Steve says, his free hand coming up to rest on his hip, "why are you calling?"

There's a pause on the other line before Dustin whines, "How do you always know when it's me."

"Because your irritating energy bleeds through the phone."

Another pause. "You got that from Robin, didn't you?"

Yes. He did. Sue him for wanting to be witty and taking a few notes from Robin. "What do you want?"

"Okay, so..." Oh boy. "I've been meaning to talk to Suzie for a while now, and we made plans not to talk on Christmas because she would be with her family all day, and I knew my mom wouldn't want me to be away for too long so-"

"The point, Dustin."

Dustin mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like multiple curse words before continuing, "The point is that I'm taking Cerebro to that hill, but I'm going to need a ride."

Steve frowns, walking toward the nearest window until the phone cord is fully stretched so he can pull a curtain open. He winces a bit at the bright light. "Dustin, it's freezing out, and the hill will be covered in snow."

"You would've done the same for Nancy!"

Steve's eyebrows raise. "Not the best approach if you want a ride, dude."

"I'm not trying to approach the whole you and Nancy thing. I'm trying to make a point," Dustin emphasizes a little too loudly into the phone. "You would do anything if you were in love! Even sit out in the snow for a few hours just so you can talk to the person you love."

"Have you ever heard of the phone?"

"Have you heard the number of siblings she has that would jump at the opportunity to listen in on our call? Plus, Cerebro is our thing."

Steve really wishes Dustin were in front of him, so he could see the way his cheeks are flushing during this exact moment. "You just like using your Cebro thing because it makes it feel like your love is forbidden."

"I do not!"

"Alright, Romeo," Steve says with a laugh, "I'll give you a ride. If you promise to only be there for an hour."

"Not including the time it takes to get there, set it up, and leave."

Steve sighs and knocks the phone against his head for a second before reluctantly agreeing, "Yes, but you better be bundled up so much that you're sweating out there. I don't want to hear you complain." He also secretly worries about the kid getting frostbite or something, but he'd never admit to it.

"Fine I'll see you in an hour?"

"Yeah, I'll see you then," Steve says as Dustin hangs up. "A thank you would've been nice..."

He really hopes he doesn't regret this.

-:-:-:-:-:-

When Dustin climbs in the car, he's bundled from head to toe but still manages to laugh at Steve who is wearing the same amount of layers as him. "Look in the mirror," Steve comments dryly before driving off.

The drive there isn't too long, and although Steve saw Dustin a few days ago - after Claudia insisted he spend Christmas with them instead of home alone - he's kind of glad to hang out with Dustin again. It's not often he gets a lot of one-on-one time with the kid anymore.

Which is why Steve is particularly bitchy when he pulls up to the familar area below the hill and find a familar van there.

"Dustin..."

"I didn't think you would agree to take me here and stay! So, I asked Eddie to give me a ride back this morning-"

"This morning?"

"And he said he was already going to be in the area and wanted to briefly meet Suzie and my Cerebro, so he's here now! And if you want, you can just drop me off. Think of it as a late Christmas gift."

Steve shakes his head. "And leave you in Munson's capable hands only to find out you two froze to death? No thanks." He gets out of the car with thoughts of a mourning Claudia Henderson on his mind.

"We wouldn't freeze to death!" Dustin practically shouts as he climbs out.

At that same moment, Eddie exits from his van, wearing his usual attire, only with maybe an extra added layer - a leather jacket.

Steve turns to Dustin, raising his eyebrows and gesturing toward Munson. Dustin sighs before going to the trunk to dig out all the different Cerebro parts.

Before Steve can join him, Eddie approaches him with a big smile. "Steve Harrington. Looking awfully toasty."

Steve rolls his eyes in response before openning his car door and reaching toward the back, grabbing the spare pair of gloves and a hat that he keeps whenever Robin forgets the extra layers - which is often. He hands them to Eddie without a word then helps Dustin grab his things before heading to their snow covered destination.

Eddie only lasts a few minutes up the hill before he manages to push into Steve's space while Dustin hurries ahead of them. "So, you look happy to see me."

"Just peachy, Munson."

Eddie snorts. "I'm guessing Dustin didn't tell you I would be tagging along when you got here?"

"And I'm guessing Dustin didn't tell you I was planning on staying."

"Actually," Eddie says, nudging Steve's shoulder, "I told him you would jump at the opportunity to hang out with him, and there was no way you would drop him off to freeze to death."

Steve narrows his eyes as he looks at Eddie.

Eddie shifts things around in his arms to grab his shirt and jacket and lift them up enough to show off some of his scarred skin. "Our matching battle scars will forever bound us, Steve. I wonder if the bats gave us telepathic abilities," he says, way too cheery for Steve's liking.

"If it did, then I would teleport up to the top of the hill right now."

"Telepathic means the ability to read each other's minds. The word you're thinking of is 'teleportation.'" Eddie corrects him without judgement - something Steve's always found surprising.

"Oh. Then guess what I'm thinking about right now."

Eddie hums before leaning in to mumble in his ear. "You're thinking about getting a piece of this."

Steve laughs and shoves him away. He's glad it's cold out so he blame his blush on the cold. For some reason, he's still not entirely immune to Eddie's flirting. "Definitely not what I was thinking about."

"You are now," Eddie teases.

Steve swallows heavily, pressing down those thoughts and many... many.... images. "I think you're confusing my thoughts for your own thoughts."

"Tell me about it," Eddie sighs dramatically.

Steve is relieved when he sees they've reached the top of the hill. He's even more relieved when Dustin doesn't ask for his help to put Cerebro together, but Eddie is all too happy to help while calling Dustin a genius - in various annoying, dramatic ways.

It's not long before Dustin is awaiting Suzie's response while Eddie bounces on his feet. Steve's not sure if it's from excitement or being cold - probably both.

"Dusty bun?"

Dustin's face lights up in a way that is entirely too endearing for Steve's heart to handle. The jedi has learned the art of love from the master - or something like that. "Suzie poo! I'm here with Steve and Eddie for the next few moments. Eddie wants to say hello."

Steve frowns and raises his voice, "I want to say hello, too! Eddie just wants to be dramatic about it."

"Because I haven't had the pleasure of meeting the lady," Eddie argues before turning up the charm. "Suzie, it's a pleasure. I'm sure you've heard nothing but wonderful things about me just like I've heard nothing but wonderful things about you. Unlike Steve over here who you've probably never heard a good thing about."

"Hi, Eddie, it's nice to meet you," Suzie replies, giggling. "And hi Steve!"

"Hey, Suze. Don't let Eddie win you over with his charm just yet. It's bad for his ego."

"You think I'm charming?" Eddie asks, batting his eyelashes.

Steve makes a see? gesture before realizing Suzie can't see him.

"Alright," Dustin says, "Now they're going to leave us alone for the next hour."

"Hour? It's already been at least five minutes," Steve complains.

Eddie grabs him by the shoulders and steers him away. "Don't worry, Suzie! I'll make sure you get the fulll hour!"

Steve lets Eddie guide him a little down the hill, ignoring when Suzie asks, "Do they always bicker like an old married couple?"

When they get a comfortable distance away, where they're out of earshot but Steve can still see Dustin to make sure he doesn't freeze to death, Steve sits on the ground. He glances up after he gets as comfortable as he can get on the side of a hill, only to find Eddie frowning down at him.

"What?" Steve asks.

Eddie shrugs. "Doesn't seem fair that you get to sit on the ground, and I can't."

Steve's eyes scan over Eddie's body. "Not my fault that you didn't wear a long enough jacket to cover your ass when you sit."

"Not my fault that I wasn't born into a wealthy family that can afford those jackets."

Steve's stomach flips, but he knows Eddie isn't looking for an apology. "Why don't you sit in your van then?"

"Wouldn't want to miss my chance to hang out alone with Steve Harrington," Eddie says with a wink.

Steve nearly scoffs and gives him a snarky reply, but his thoughts go out the window when he notices Eddie's teeth chattering. "Shit," he mutters.

"What was that?"

Steve groans and stands up before unzipping his large jacket.

"Am I in a dream?" Eddie jokes, but his voice shakes a bit.

"You're about to be living one," Steve says dryly as he stands in front of Eddie and opens his coat. Eddie just stares at him. Steve huffs out a breath that becomes visible in the cold air between them. "Come here."

"What?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at Eddie before tugging at his coat. But Eddie continues to stare at him with wide wandering eyes. "I'm not letting you freeze to death up here, so come here before I tell Dustin to pack it up because you're cold."

Eddie crosses his arms a little tighter. "I'm f-fine." A shiver visibly runs through Eddie's body.

Steve rolls his eyes for what feels like the hundreth time this day and wraps Eddie in his jacket before he can protest.

He's stiff for a moment, then Eddie relaxes enough to wrap his arms around Steve who is able to close the jacket around them. They linger in each other's arms long enough that Eddie stops shivering and Steve wonders how much time Dustin has left with Suzie.

"Better?" Steve asks to break the silence.

He feels Eddie nod over his shoulder before he pulls back enough to look him in the eye, nose brushing against Steve's as he whispers, "I know something we could do to keep ourselves warm."

Steve's heart beats a little faster in his chest.

Eddie laughs and tucks his head into Steve neck, his lips far away enough from Steve's that it's no longer the only thing on Steve's mind. With the new brain space, he can feel Eddie drum a nervous rhythm onto his back and bounce a little on his face. He wonders if maybe Eddie was onto the whole scars making them read each other's minds thing because he swears he knows the first part of what Eddie's about to say before he says it.

"Sorry if that was too much. No guy has ever let me flirt at them the way you do."

Steve gets stuck on flirt at and, "No guy?"

Eddie lets out a short humorless laugh. "No guy."

And for some reason, Steve has to ask, "Has any guy let you kiss them before?"

Eddie pulls back to look at him with a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "What are you getting at, Steve?"

Steve glances at Eddie's lips, slightly chapped but they've never looked more inviting. Maybe it's time to listen to Robin's knowing looks whenever Eddie is around and Steve finds himself simultaneously drawn to him while also wanting to run to the bathroom with Robin to have another floor talk. "What if one guy let you kiss them?"

"Steve..." Eddie whispers, his eyes flicking over his shoulder.

Steve turns to find Dustin, facing away from them. Still he loosens his hold on Eddie and says, "Wrap your arms around my neck instead of my back."

Eddie does as he's told, and Steve gives him no warning before saying, "Hopefully this goes alright." Then, he slightly picks up Eddie before falling back, letting the snow break their fall as he lays back with Eddie on top of him.

"That went better than I thought it would," Steve says with a big smile then asks, "Can Dustin see us?"

Eddie glances up and shakes his head.

"Perfect," Steve says, heart practically beating out of his chest when Eddie looks down at him. When he doesn't make a move, Steve can't help but tease, "So you really are all bark, no bite."

"Shut up, Harrington," Eddie says before finally kissing him.

For only a moment, Steve nearly laughs at the fact that Eddie Munson told him to shut up. But then his brain goes nearly haywire yet completely silent when Eddie's lips meet his in what he thinks might be the single most transformative kiss of his life.

His arms tighten around Eddie's back, and Eddie's hands move to cup the back of his head as they deepen the kiss. Somehow, laying in snow, Steve has never felt warmer.

They eventually break the first kiss reluctantly, both of them going back to steal more as they catch their breath, which turns into laughter and giggles between more kisses. Then, Eddie breaks away long enough to say, "You know, the van is seeming like a really great option at the moment."

"And Dustin's a smart kid. He knows how to not freeze to death," Steve says, kissing Eddie every chance he gets.

"You're right. No need to stay here in the snow," Eddie replies.

"Right."

Neither of them make a move to get up, but they both move to kiss again.

It's only a little while later before they hear Dustin yell out, "Guys?" And that's when they finally break away.

Eddie pops up first and calls out, "Yeah?"

"Let's pack up! It's been over an hour! Come on!"

Steve pulls Eddie back down into the snow one more time for a kiss before stomping up the hill. "Alright, alright. We thought you'd be happier that we gave you more time and that we both waited for you."

"it's cold," Dustin complains.

Steve nods, but he still feels warm.

Eddie joins a few moments later, stealing glances at Steve before asking Dustin what they're doing next.

"I'm thinking we change out of our snow clothes and get food somewhere maybe..." Dustin trails off and frowns at Eddie. "Why are you covered in snow?"

"We were making a snow angel?" Eddie hurriedly says.

Steve tries not to laugh.

"One?" Dustin asks.

Eddie nods. "You'll see it on the way down."

Sure enough, on the way down, they all see one horribly disfigured snow angel.

While Steve laughs and Eddie smiles proudly, Dustin shakes his head and mutters something like more curses to himself. In a volume that's able to be picked up by the other boys, he asks, "Eddie, you'll drop me off at my house, and we'll meet back up in an hour at my house?"

"Hour and a half," Steve says. When Dustin opens his mouth to complain, Steve explains, "I need to take a shower so I don't get pnemonia. Plus, I'm not letting my hair freeze on my way to your house."

"Fine," Dustin sighs. "See you then."

"See you then," Eddie echoes to Steve, winking at him once.

Soon after Steve gets home, he hears a knock on the front door, and when it's Eddie on the other side, Steve pulls him in and says, "Maybe you were right about the telek- tele-"

"Telekentic abilities?"

Steve nods as he closes the door behind Eddie and traps him against it. "I definitely know what you're thinking about now."

Eddie cocks his head to the side and wraps his arms around Steve's neck. "Yeah? What am I thinking about?"

"Kissing me again," Steve says, leaning in.

"Actually," Eddie says turning his head away, "I was thinking about a lemon."

"Crazy. I happen to have lemon scented body wash," Steve comments as he grabs Eddie's hands and tugs him up the stairs.

They're both a little late to Dustin's house. And maybe their hair freezes a bit.

But Dustin was right. There's a lot of things Steve would do for love.

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

lets take this to the back seat - wolverine/logan x fem!reader

NSFW

summary: after a nice dinner out together, you and logan find yourself unable to keep your hands off of each other during the drive back to his apartment, forcing him to pull off into a parking lot and give in to his urges.

wc: 2.3k

Although Logan often seemed broody and cold, he was nothing if not a gentleman when it came to you. That's why, as the two of you approached his car after leaving the restaurant where you had just dined, he first walked you to the passenger side and opened the door for you. It didn't matter that he always did this- it still gives you that giddy 'first date' teenage feeling. It also made you feel special that you were the one person he treated this way.

"Wow, such a gentleman," you said with a teasing smile. Before you slid into your seat, you gave him a playful nudge with your elbow.

Logan feigned annoyance, shooting an eye roll your way. "Common date etiquette to open the car door for your lady, sugar." The nickname brought another smile to your face and his comment roused a laugh from you. "You know I love giving you a hard time, Logan." He gave you a 'Yeah, I know,' look as he closed the door to your side and headed to the drivers side.

Getting into the car, he locked the doors and started it. You leaned over across console and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's an apology for always making smart-ass comments."

The side of his lips twitched up into what only you knew was his way of smiling with affection. This urged to you to plant a small peck on his lips as well. "And that's for the romantic dinner date."

"Hearing you call me romantic is unusual," Logan quipped back with his signature smirk. God, that witty, lazy smirk always got you. Rolling your eyes, you fastened your seatbelt. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get used it."

He shot another slight, lopsided smile your way before focusing back on the road, reversing the car and leaving the parking lot. You looked out of the window as he drove. The silence in the car was far from an awkward one; it was comfortable. That's how everything was with the two of you. Comfortable.

Though comfortable together as the both of you were, that didn't eliminate the amount of times he surprised you, the amount of times you surprised each other. Always trying new things, showing the other the willingness to explore. It was exciting. Exhilarating, almost.

Ten minutes, down the road, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. A content sigh escaped your lips.

"Tired?"

Glancing up at him, you smiled. Seeing the outline of his jaw beneath his beard, the way that even though his eyes were trained on the road, you knew he still had his attention on you. Just seeing this ignited a familiar warmth in your lower stomach. All you could muster was a slight 'Mhm,' neither denying or agreeing with his question. Lifting your chin a little, you met the crook of his necks with your softly parted lips. You planted several kisses here, listening intently to the audible reaction this got from Logan. A deep, husky sigh left his mouth. Hearing this encouraged you to continue. One of your hands found its way to his chest, tracing circles round and round with your finger, til you began to drag it down to the hem of his shirt, where you were met with the button of his jeans.

To your surprise, one of Logan's hands left the wheel, grabbing your wrist and removing it.

"Don't tease me like that woman," he said in a voice slightly above a whisper, his eyes not once leaving the road. That deep voice, the way he was warning you, made you squirm in your seat.

"Oh yeah?"

What bravery had possessed you tonight, to respond to him with a comment as testing as that?

Since he had released your wrist to get both hands back on the wheel, you returned to where your fingers had just been ripped away from. This time, you let them slip underneath his shirt, drawing a line up and down the trail of hair that lead to the waist of his jeans. You were focused back on his neck, nipping at the skin. You Logan slam on the brakes and make an abrupt right turn. This caused you to sit up and look where he had just pulled off.

Outside the car, your eyes scanned over a parking lot. Deserted of course, as it was late, and pitch black save a few street lights in the distance. Playing clueless, you asked, "Wrong turn, Lo?"

Without a single word, he put the car in park and swiftly got out, not even 5 seconds passing before he was on the passenger side swinging your door open.

"Get out."

That burning feeling quickly reignited between your thighs. Adrenaline pumped through you, excitement bubbling in your chest. You slowly stepped out of the car and watched as he slammed the door behind you. "What are you-" your question was cut short by his lips smashing against yours. You could feel the desperation in his kiss. You felt a sharp canine grazing your bottom lip, earning a small gasp from you. Your hands found their way to his chest and gripped his shirt between your fingers with desire.

That's when he broke the kiss and the contact that you had just made. He slipped behind you and opened the back door. "Get in the back."

"But Logan," you started, glancing out at the road. "What if someone sees us, I mean there are still people out this late, you know."

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't have decided to be a fucking tease 5 minutes ago while I was driving then." His harsh tone raised goosebumps on your arms, somehow turning you on even more. "Now get in the back."

It was a command, and you listened. You crawled into the backseat to where you reached the far side, then turned around with your back pressing against the handle and window of the door. Not a beat passed before Logan was in after you, door slamming shut behind him. The confined space of his car really encapsulated how big he was, how much bigger than you he was.

His hands found their grip on both of your legs and forced them apart. You were wearing a dress, so this action immediately exposed the lacy black thong you had sported for your date tonight. "I should already be fucking the shit out of you for what you just pulled on the road, but I can't resist getting a taste of you first."

His remark sent shivers down your spine and couldn't help but let your legs fall further apart, giving him complete access to what he wanted. In one swift motion, he pushed your dress up to your waist so he could get to work. You swear your heart was about to beat out of your chest. For a second, he just took you in, staring up at you from between your legs. The primal look in his eyes sent a shiver through your body. Even though you knew what was coming, you still let out a gasp of surprise when you felt his lips press against your clit through the sheer fabric of your thong. "Don't act like you didn't know that was coming," he growled, and the vibration of his words against your pussy had you soaked. He snickered at this and used his teeth to grab your panties and slide them off, spitting them out into the floor board.

"Please, I can't wait a second longer Logan," you begged. That was all it took for him to swipe his tongue slowly up your slit, his lips meeting your clit again. He wrapped his mouth around it, sucking gently. This elicited a moan from you. The sound you made while he pleasured you made him crazy and you knew it. This was only further proven when he grabbed your thighs, fingers digging in to your soft skin. There were definitely gonna be bruises from that.

Leaving your clit, he let his tongue swipe up your slit, parting your folds. Just this had you on the verge of an orgasm. He forced his tongue inside of you, fucking you with his mouth. One of his big, veiny hands left your thigh and found your clit, his thumb rubbing circles around it. "Fuck, Logan!," you yelped, your hands making his way to his head, fingers gripping his soft hair. Hearing you say his name like that made him let out a groan against your pussy. His tongue and finger switched places and now he was lapping at your clit, finding a quick, steady rhythm. You felt a finger prodding your entrance. It quickly slipped in, giving how wet he had you.

"You like that sugar?," he asked between licks at your clit.

"Yes, yes! Fuck, yes I like that!"

He somehow quickened his pace, still working at your clit while curling his finger inside you, feeling the walls of your cunt. Your body shook and your back arched up. You let out a long, helpless moan as you felt a knot in your stomach, so tight it was bound to snap at any second. "I'm almost there," you managed to spit out between moans. Your grip in his hair tightened and he let out a sound that could only be described as a growl. "Let go baby, I wanna get you there."

If his touch wasn't enough to make you cum, those words sure were. You threw your head back as you reached your orgasm, close to hitting the window behind you, but you felt Logan's hand fly up behind you, cushioning the blow. You could feel yourself dripping, a mixture of your cum and Logan's spit now a mess on his beard. He placed his finger that was previously inside you into his mouth, sucking off any remnants of your taste.

"You're a fucking mess, you know that?," he remarked with a slight smirk. You grinned back at him, still on a high from your orgasm. "'Cause you make me a mess."

Lust returned quickly to his eyes and he sat up in the seat, beckoning for you to come to him. You slid over, swinging your legs over him so that you were straddling him, face to face. He grabbed the back of your head, pushing your lips against him. You could feel him undoing his pants with his other hand and your pussy started dripping again, just at the thought of what was about to happen. Leaning back from the kiss, you looked down and saw his hard cock, precum leaking from the tip. "God Logan, you're so fucking big."

Your comment made him laugh, almost cockily. "I'm gonna make you wish you hadn't started what you did while I was driving," he growled. Without another word, he guided himself until the tip of his dick was sliding against your cunt, threatening to slip in with how wet you were. You gasped and placed your hands on his shoulders. As you started to lower yourself down on his length, he thrusted his hips upward, each inch of him getting lost in you.

Logan let out a low groan and pushed himself upward, forcing his dick against that sweet spot inside of your pussy. This sudden contact made you moan, letting your head fall against his. He stayed where he was for a second, letting your body accommodate to how big he was. "Move, please Logan. Fuck me."

He snickered and placed his hands on your hips, his familiar strong grip forcing you up on his cock. "Begging me to fuck your pussy now, eh?" Oh, how you loved his ego.

Not a beat passed before he pushed you back down, the tip of his dick hitting that spot again. But this time, he didn't stay still. He began thrusting in and out of you, watching as your pussy consumed every inch of him. His breathing was harsh, almost panting as he increased his speed. You were a moaning, wet mess, wanting to be as close to him as possible. "Harder," you begged. And harder, he did. You could feel the car rocking underneath the two of you. You could feel a second orgasm coming on, your pussy clenching around him as he continued his thrusts.

"Fuck," he groaned, letting your name fall past his lips. That was it. That was what would bring you to your peak. You cried out, feeling yourself cum around him, losing control over yourself. He kept his hands on your hips as his movements became sporadic, indicating his climax was near.

"I want you to cum Lo," you managed to say, a whine in your voice. "Cum inside of me."

"I'm gonna fucking-," he let out a grunt and interrupted himself as he slammed back into your pussy, "fill you up," he finished. You felt his cock twitch and clenched yourself tighter around him. His head fell back against the seat as he let out a long, primal groan, and released himself inside of you. You could feel his cum coating the walls of your pussy, dripping out onto the seat below you. After a few more slow, deep thrusts, he stopped his movement, letting you sink down onto him.

Your head fell against his chest. You could feel him start to get soft inside of you, but all you wanted right now was to be close to him. His hands slid up from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him so that your body's were crushed against each other. "You look so fucking gorgeous while I'm filling you up with my cum," he whispered into your hair. This brought a flush to your cheeks and you smiled softly.

"We gotta make this car sex more of a thing now."

[dollarbils]

such a fuckboy | b.eilish

fwb!billie x fem!reader

context. billie approaches you at an event, but you’re soon reminded that she has others waiting in line for her attention.

warnings. friends with benefits, smut, spit, oral, fingering, teasing.

request/request/request masterlist

her tattooed hand crept behind your back and rested firmly around your hips when she greeted you amidst the crowd.

“hey baby, what’s the frown for?” she commented on your expression, genuine concern spread across her features.

“it’s nothing, i just feel a little out of place here.” you replied, scanning the room once again to be met with unknown faces. you were at some gathering a mutual friend had invited you to, and knowing billie would be there, urged you to go.

“i didn’t expect to see you here, i was surprised. a pleasant surprise of course.” her lips pulled up to one side as she slyly delivered the compliment, a smile forming on your face when she did.

“i didn’t think i was gonna come, but a friend convinced me to. it’s been quite the turnout.” the last was an effort of sarcasm and it made billie chuckle, subconsciously pulling you closer.

“well you look so fucking good babe. it would be a shame to let that go to waste.” her eyes reflected the glistening lights that decorated the venue, as her bottom lip disappeared under her teeth.

“oh yeah? i wonder what your suggestion to fix that would be?” she smiled and was on the verge of finding a witty response before your conversation was interrupted.

“billieee, what’s taking so long? you said you’d be back in a minute.” a blonde emerged from somewhere behind you, her voice whiny and child-like for her age.

“yeah, fuck that’s my bad.” her arm left your body as she let herself get pulled away by one of her other bitches, reminding you of your position.

“i’ll find you. go mingle!” her last desperate words before she was out of your audible range, disappearing with the pretty blonde.

you stood awkwardly for a second, not completely sure what to do with yourself. deciding a drink in your hand would settle your nerves, you headed towards the bar.

“not surprised?” a girl approached you, having heard the last few words of your conversation.

“sorry?” your eyebrows knotted in confusion.

“billie. she’s always wrapped up in someone, you can’t seem to get five minutes alone with that girl. trust me, i know.” she scoffed chewing on the olive from her martini.

“wait, you mean, you? and billie?” you questioned as you were making the connection.

“me and plenty others. she’s ‘been around’ to say the least.” you chuckled when she signalled air quotations with her hands.

“she’s a fuckboy. i’m well aware.” she smirked at the comment.

“well it’s nice to meet another one of billie’s bitches, so to say.” she laughed at her own words.

“yeah, pretty humbling title don’t you think?”

“mm, she picks and chooses.” she shrugged her shoulders as if you were supposed to understand.

“what do you mean?” she paused for a second before speaking, as if not sure of what to reveal.

“well if she’s strung you on for this long it must mean she likes you. most of us get two nights at most before she’s bored.” a twinge of guilt settled in your stomach when she spoke so negatively of billie, who was your friend after all.

“no i mean we’re friends. i’ve know her for years.” you felt like you were bragging somehow, proving your place in billies life, proving to be superior to any other girls concerned.

“damn, i met her last night. im pretty sure she was drunk when she invited me here.” she held back a scoff, continuing the passive aggressive insults. she had been drunk last night, she’d called you.

“that doesn’t sound like her.” you always seemed to find yourself defending her, despite everything you knew. this conversation really hadn’t revealed anything new.

“looks like she’s come crawling back.” she nodded her head towards the girl approaching from behind. and you turned your face to be met with hers.

“back so soon?” you teased and she rolled her eyes. she scanned the girl you were previously talking to, an ounce of recognition clearly present.

“dead weight as usual, who’s this?” billie’s question clearly seemed to upset the girl as her face contorted in anger, but it was obvious she wasn’t surprised.

“honestly, fuck you billie.” she scoffed and walked away, mumbling words of ‘good luck’.

“well that was slightly dramatic.” billie still seemed confused and hadn’t caught on to your comment.

“what was that about?” she turned to place herself in front of you, gently caressing your arms.

“billie. do you seriously not remember?” she smiled awkwardly, catching onto the fact she should know who the girl was.

“uhh, yeah?” she dragged out her words in hesitation.

“you fucked her last night.” her eyes went somewhat wide as she turned to examine the girl.

“no recollection whatsoever of that. to be fair though, i wasn’t really in my right mind, what did she expect.” her nonchalant facade took over as she shrugged her shoulders.

“you invited her here.” her mouth opened in momentary surprise.

“shit, yeah that’s my bad.” she almost chuckled and you couldn’t help shaking your head in disbelief.

“god you’re such a fuckboy.”

“excuse me! i am not.” she huffed, clearly offended.

“oh please.” you rolled your eyes which seemed to annoy her further, her grip on your arms more prominent.

“yeah? say it again.” her tone was demanding but nowhere near the extent of her dominance. she made it almost too easy to counter.

“you’re such a fuckboy, billie.” she narrowed her eyes. “what? you don’t wanna hear it? it’s the fucking truth.” she smiled, clearly recovering from her moment of shock.

“mm,” she paused for a second. “i’ll accept it if you accept your truth.” your eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“tell me.” she was grinning when you urged her to speak.

“you’re just one of my whores, and i know you love it.” she pushed you further against the table behind you, raising her eyebrows to challenge your response.

“maybe, but you can’t deny i’m your favorite.” she smirked, biting the inside of her lip.

“what makes you so sure of yourself, baby?” she was playing with you now, submitting to the tension between you.

“because you never forget your nights with me.” she chuckled, however, still aware of your surroundings. otherwise, she’d have you right there.

“let me take you home.” her nose rubbed against yours tenderly as she placed a kiss on the side of your lips, misdirecting you completely.

“i don’t really want to go home.” you quipped, her eyebrows raising again. her sweet demeanour soon vanished when she spoke again.

“fine by me.” she said simply before forcefully dragging you to go find a spare room. it didn’t take her long either before she found an office type looking room, pulling you inside and locking the door.

“really?” you scrunched your nose up at the room, observing the furniture.

“what? it has a couch. besides, your hardly in the position to complain.” she backed you up against the door as she narrowed her eyes, her black eyeliner doing nothing to make her look less intimidating.

“i guess i shouldn’t put it past you.” she chuckled as her hands traveled to your ass.

“you’re really testing me today, aren’t you sweetheart?” her hands slid under your jeans, threatening the fabric of your underwear as she gripped your bare ass, almost making you jump if you hadn’t been expecting it.

“it’s fun.” this time, your words were almost a whisper, her face so close to yours causing the lower volume.

“mm, it is.” she agreed before bringing her lips to yours, closing the space between you with a kiss. gentle but still firm, her hands doing the work to assert her dominance instead, as she continued palming your ass. her lips left your fairy quickly as she traveled down your neck, the halter top you were wearing giving her easy access.

“billie.” the satisfied mumble left your mouth when her teeth moved the fabric of your top off of your tit, so that her mouth could attach to your nipple. you felt them harden as she sucked and nipped at them, her hands moving to undo your jeans.

“well that was an easy way to shut you up.” her face moved back up to yours and she guided your hips towards the couch, pushing you down as she swiftly followed, climbing on top of you.

“just get on with it.” you rolled your eyes but she clearly didn’t appreciate that. she almost laughed when she closed her hand on your neck.

“i think i’ll take my time, but thanks for the suggestion, baby.” her hand moved to undo the straps of your top, biting her lip when she exposed your tits.

“open up.” her command came with a soft tap of her finger against your lips, one of her hands returning to rest on your neck.

“come on baby, don’t be a brat.” you narrowed your eyes as she brought her face down to yours. when you complied with her request, her spit soon coated the back of your throat, as she closed your jaw, urging you to swallow.

“good girl.” her lips moved towards your tits again, as she began to bite the skin around your nipples, bruising the area. her hands worked quickly to remove your jeans, and she broke away to pull your top off aswell.

“baby, please.” you huffed when her fingers traced your clit through your panties.

“so now you’re all sweet again huh?” she teased, in reality she couldn’t get enough of it. your small sighs of content when her lips wrapped around your nipples, or when her tongue slipped past your lips. she could drown in the sounds of your pleasure.

“billie.” you dragged it out in a whine.

“yes, babe?” her fingertips worked their way past your underwear and through your folds. your mind erased any words you were attempting to say when her lips kissed your jaw. the only sounds leaving your mouth being soft moans as she teased you with her fingers.

“come on, i know you have it in you.” she purred into your ear, the hair on your back raising with shivers travelling down your back.

“no?” her fingers left your pussy and came up to your mouth. she tapped your lip again, pushing them in as you opened your eyes to stare into hers as you sucked on them, making a show of it too.

“there she is.” billie smirked when you moaned against her fingers, her hips beginning to grind on yours. she was becoming more turned on the harder you sucked on her fingers.

“fuck.” she sighed, when they left your mouth with a pop, a trail of saliva following. she couldn’t help but move down your body, sliding your underwear off as she kissed your lower stomach, tracing your thighs with her hands. it didn’t take long for her to move her lips lower, laying her tongue flat against your clit before using her fingers to spread the lips of your pussy. her mouth circled around your entrance, as her nose prodded your clit.

“mm, keep doing that.” she mumbled when your nails dug into her scalp, pulling at her hair while she ate you out. her fingers slid through your pussy, teasing your walls as she worked with her mouth.

“fuck, bils. more p-please.” your words, a mere stutter when she dipped her fingers past your entrance, her lips returning to your clit. your stomach tightened when she curled her fingers, slowly, dragging out your pleasure. her soft groans vibrated through your core as she brought you closer and closer to your release. you clenched around her fingers as she hummed in approval.

“i’m so close bils, c-can i-?” your words were interrupted when she thrusted another finger deeper into your heat, her thumb resting at the base of your entrance, just below her chin.

“mhm, go on baby.” she quickened her movements, as you released on her fingers, your thighs squeezing her head before she used her free hand to push your hips down. she pulled them out and lapped up your arousal, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“oh my god billie.” you sighed, out of breath, when you’d come back to your senses.

“yeah?” she grinned as she came back up to kiss you, holding your chin firmly to make sure you could taste yourself on her tongue.

“bet you’re glad i fuck those girls, hm?” she joked, laughing when she saw your expression.

“billie! what a dick!” you hit her playfully but she just continued laughing.

“i’m joking.” she pecked your lips but you didn’t return the gesture.

“what? come on, don’t be upset.” her expression softened when she realised you were serious, regretting the comment despite it’s humour.

“i’m not upset, it’s just-” you trailed off, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

“hm? you’re jealous?” she smirked resting her body against yours as she sat on your lap.

“no!” you were quick to deny it, a reflex almost. but when she gave you time to think with her silence, you rephrased your response. “well, maybe.” she took your face in the palms of her hands gently.

“don’t i have the right to be? if i were just a good fuck why would you string me along for this long?” her thumbs rubbed your cheeks.

“i’m not trying to string you along, love.” her words were sincere but lacked an answer to your question.

“then what is this?” you gestured between the two of you, asking the million dollar question.

“i don’t know, i guess i just didn’t think you’d want more than just… this.” she repeated your gesture to clarify her words.

“are you joking?” you scoffed, disbelief spread across your features.

“what? it’s kinda awkward to tell one of your closest friends your into her.” she argued in defence.

“a friend you fuck.” you added.

“look, i’m sorry baby. i don’t know what you want from me.” her eyebrows were furrowed and her words tender.

“what do you want?” you asked. curiously, but also out of genuine confusion.

“i just-” she took a second to think. “i just want to see you, be with you. kiss you and… fuck you.” she smiled at the last part, needing to lighten up the conversation. and you laughed at her hesitance to admit it.

“that’s what i want. but i want you to want that with just me. no one else. is that really too much to ask from you?” her smile didn’t falter.

“no, of course not. i want that too.” she kissed you, holing your face, keeping it close to hers. and she didn’t let go.

[mclqren]

THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; next part

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yourusername it's tough work being the hottest leclerc 🤷‍♀️

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user1 UGH SHE'S SO PERFECT

user2 my fav leclerc sibling!!

charles_leclerc the caption 🤔🤔

yourusername am i lying though?? 😘

arthur_leclerc i think you are!

yourusername i think it's just you (& charles) who think that!

landonorris so what's the crown for then?

yourusername because im a queen. i need no other reason 😊👑

landonorris self proclaimed queen or-?

yourusername im queen of the grid, now bow down, bitch!

alex_albon you don't even drive-???

yourusername stop it rn or i'll tell charles to ram into both of you on the track 😊❤️❤️

georgerussell who are the flowers from 🤨🤨

yourusername my man, who else?

georgerussell okay be honest now y/n...who are they from.

yourusername and if i told you ur girlfriend then what 🤷‍♀️

carmenmmundt only woman i need 😘😘

georgerussell WOAHHH SLOW YOUR ROLL GUYS

carlossainz55 loving the sunglasses, y/n! 😎😎

yourusername awww you type like such a dad but ur forgiven bc ur my fav ferrari driver 💗

charles_leclerc helloo i'm your older brother??

yourusername hey, i'm still allowed to have my favorites!

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yourusername bahrain weekend woohooo!! TEAM LECLERC (third slide is for motivation ❤️)

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user3 THE THIRD SLIDE IM WHEEZING

user4 SHE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY

charles_leclerc the last slide??? im telling maman ☹️

maxverstappen1 maybe you can beat me with that motivation!

yourusername he speaks the truth charlie soz 🤷‍♀️ AND PLS DONT TELL MAMAN IM SORRY

francisca.cgomes ur sooo 😍😍

yourusername leave pierre for me rn. im richer i swear

pierregasly huh?

yourusername see, not a thought behind those eyes! run away w me bbg 😘

francisca.cgomes okay you've convinced me, give me ten minutes x

yourusername HAAA GOT UR GIRL GASLY

landonorris the coat in bahrain weather??

oscarpiastri how is she surviving??

yourusername a girl does what a girl has to do 🤷‍♀️ maybe you should both take fashion tips from me anyway xx

charles_leclerc you aren't being rude are you y/n?!

yourusername noooo!! im offering friendly advice 😊

lance_stroll i wonder who bought you the first shirt...🤨

yourusername my rich nepo baby friend, thanks again boo 😘

lance_stroll wowww you're literally a nepo baby sister idk what ur on about

yourusername im actually famous for my incredible looks & witty humor, not my fugly brothers

charles_leclerc why are you so rude to us ☹️

yourusername it comes from a place of love 💗

logansargeant i wonder whose sunglasses you're wearing?!

yourusername idk i just found them!!

yourusername

( caption one: the third wheel lifestyle is NOTTT for the weak 😔 + tags | caption two: yeah i took this photo asw. can they stop being so fucking happy please it's making me depressed 😔 )

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yourusername who needs a man when you have kika 😘 ( ps no clue who the other people in the last pic were, but whatevs )

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user5 the y/n lifestyle is something i needddd

user6 SO REAL FOR THIS

user7 outfitsss!! 😍

francisca.cgomes love you 😘

yourusername LOVE YOU MORE 💗💗

landonorris what on earth were you drinking

yourusername idk but it was fizzy and orangey and it was yum

alex_albon orangey isn't a word ❌

yourusername ACTUALLY ☝️ it is. sooo idk what ur on about mate

pierregasly are you even of age to be drinking

yourusername IM THE SAME AGE AS UR GF??? ur just jelly she prefers me to you

pierregasly ☹️☹️

logansargeant the winnie the pooh shirt 🔥

yourusername do americans even know winnie the pooh...

logansargeant clearly??

charles_leclerc how much did you have to drink

yourusername none of ur concern brother!

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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)

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user8 SHE'S SOOO ICONIC

user9 CAPTION LOOLLL LOVE Y/N

yourusername live laugh love me!!

alex_albon is it now...

yourusername SHUT UP ALBONNN IT IS

yourusername guys the caption is a liee i swear he just loves me 💗

landonorris urm who told you that mate

yourusername shut up or i'll send you back to the basement 😁 no one cares enough to save you

georgerussell63 carmen's looking over my shoulder and says y/n's a cutie

yourusername TELL CARMEN I LOVE HER AND TELL HER TO COME OVER TONIGHT 😘😘

pierregasly are you just after everyone's girlfriend then?

yourusername yup! single life = hoe life, @/alex_albon lily's next 😘

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yourusername hey alexa, play art deco by lana del rey ( 📸 @/arthur_leclerc )

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user10 SHE LISTENS TO LANA?

user11 SHE'S ONE OF US FR

user12 the dress wooowwww

charles_leclerc when did you take these 🤨

yourusername don't worry about it 💗

arthur_leclerc we had tons of fun without you ❤️❤️

yourusername ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN (it's true)

charles_leclerc ☹️☹️☹️

lilymhe 😍😍

yourusername LOVE YOU LILS 💗

yourusername but also ops on leaving alex for me...just for research purposes

alex_albon Y/N STOP IT SHE'S MY GF

yourusername leave me alone im single and sad :(

lance_stroll did i not buy you that dress for christmas

yourusername yes you did!! thanks again lance it was a LOVELY investment 😘

yourusername

( caption one: guess where i am!! 🇦🇺 | caption two: yeah yeah the flag gave it away whatever look at my new best friends 🦒 )

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yourusername aussie aussie aussie... (australians finish the chant)

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user13 she's so perfect

user14 wait is she charles' sister??

user15 yup!! she's the youngest of the leclerc siblings

oscarpiastri coming from an australian...no 🧡

yourusername lucky for me ur not the only australian i know...so!

danielricciardo OI OI OI 🇦🇺🇦🇺

yourusername @/oscarpiastri LOOLLLL POINT MADE

oscarpiastri DANIEL WE'RE MEANT TO BE AUSSIE BUDDIES WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME

danielricciardo THE CHANT WAS CALLING TO ME I CANT HELP IT

charles_leclerc FORZA FERRARI

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername idk red's not really my color...might have to step into the mclaren paddock next time to see if orange suits me better

charles_leclerc as my sister you can't fraternise with the enemy

yourusername yeah but y/n leclerc does whatever she pleases and right now she wants to wear an orange jacket 🤷‍♀️

landonorris *papaya, not orange

yourusername yeah yeah pls give me a vip paddock pass for japan thank you lan 😘🫶

georgerussell63 the first picture??

yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️

charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there

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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)

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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING

user17 the way she said in a podcast once that carlos being in her life was like having ANOTHER older brother makes me cry its so sweet

user18 FERRARI IS MY RED FLAG YESSS 🚩🚩

charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?

yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!

charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??

yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗

carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️

logansargeant embracing your inner cowboy, i see! very american of you 🤠

yourusername RAHHH WHAT IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🦅

lance_stroll nurse, she got out again

yourusername SHUT UP LANCELOT ur just jealous that i prefer america to canada!! ❤️

landonorris thanks for the caption y/n, but are you not looking for a way out of the ferrari paddock...🤨🤨

yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️

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might make a p2 to this idk :)

[steph-fangirl]

It’s Eddie’s first time in Steve’s car which Steve should have known meant Eddie was gonna snoop. But Steve doesn’t mind, it’s not like he has any secrets stashed away here anyway (couldn’t even if he wanted to, not with how often Henderson’s sitting right where Eddie is) and Eddie’s one of his best friends (which, yeah…still a little weird sometimes, if he’s being honest. But somewhere in the past couple months Steve&Robin turned into Steve&Robin & Eddie and Steve’s not complaining. Eddie’s great). So he just happily hums along to Everybody Wants To Rule The World playing from the radio and lets Eddie do his thing. And Eddie’s enjoying it. He’s rummaging through the glove compartment, making judgmental or approving sounds, commenting on tapes (”ugh, this one’s a crime“) and the gum one of the gremlins probably left there (”gross, Steve, watermelon flavor, are you serious?“). And then, "Dude…seriously?“ His tone’s so blunt and unimpressed that Steve frowns and throws him a glance. And oh, okay. Eddie’s holding up a condom in its shiny silver wrapping. Steve huffs out a breath, smirks and directs his eyes back at the road. "What, you’ve never had sex in a car?“ he asks. "I’ve never had sex, period,“ Eddie replies and- just- What? Steve blinks. "What?“ Eddie chuckles and there’s a slight self deprecating tone to it. "I’ve never had sex,“ he repeats. And then it sounds like he’s frowning when he adds, "what, does that really surprise you?“ "I mean…yeah,“ Steve says. "Obviously.“ "Obviously?" Eddie scoffs. "Steve, I’m Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. I’m a social outcast, play nerd games and have spent most of my time in a sweaty garage with my honestly not very good band. What about that makes you think I’m getting laid?“ "No, I just- I mean…“ Steve shrugs. "I mean you’re, like, objectively attractive, Eddie. You’re charming, you’re smart, witty…plus you have that whole…metalhead aesthetic thing going on,“ he waves his right hand in Eddie’s general direction, "I’m sure girls are into that.“ He shrugs again. "Hell, I’d have sex with you if I was a girl. So yeah. I'm surprised. I thought you were hooking up, like, all the time." Eddie doesn’t say anything for a moment. "Jesus Christ,“ he then whispers. Steve throws him another glance. "What?“ "Nothing, just- oh my god, Steve, there’s so much to unpack here.“

[sttoru]

cuddling with choso after sex? :(

tags. choso x female reader. fluff, suggestive. not beta read. reader gets called ‘baby, pretty’ \\ wc. round 400.

“fuck. . .” choso curses under his breath. his chest is heaving, his body sweaty and aching. his weary eyes instantly find yours—even when exhausted, that man knows you’re the number one priority.

he catches the way your legs are still spasming. the aftershocks of your climaxes have yet to wear off. choso reaches out to gently cup your face in his hands, “hey, baby.”

you can barely make out his worried expression due to your watery vision. you’re trying to focus on getting your breathing under control, though that seems to be quite the challenge.

“deep breaths,” choso reminds you tenderly. his voice is a bit shaky, as are the warm hands holding your cheeks. his thumb brushes over the skin—gentle caresses that keep you sane.

you nod in confirmation and follow choso’s instructions. he smiles warmly at the adorable sight of you trying to copy him, “hah, you’re so pretty like this.”

his eyes widen for a moment after he blurted out that last comment. he can’t believe he let himself get distracted by your beauty when all you need in that moment is some comfort and proper aftercare.

“ahem, sorry,” choso mumbles embarrassedly. he clears his throat and shakes his head lightly, trying to snap out of it, “d- deep breaths, yeah? in. . . and out.”

you try to focus on doing as told, but seeing your lover’s red cheeks and flustered expression makes you giggle. choso huffs and pouts—he knows just why you’re laughing.

there’s no hiding it when he’s with you. you bring these expressions of love and joy out of him. ones that he cannot keep out of sight.

“come here,” choso chuckles lowly and pulls you up onto his chest so you could rest there. he squeezes you to his muscular body, making you groan softly.

you accept your fate almost instantly and relax. you close your eyes and listen to choso’s heartbeat; it’s going fast. super fast.

that pace is normal for him whenever you’re around.

“you okay?” you decide to tease your flustered lover. you tilt your head back and kiss his jawline slowly and softly. you place your hand right on his chest before cocking your head to the left with a grin, “your heartbeat is going wild, y’know.”

choso’s grip around your waist tightens. he knows you’re playing with him, though he doesn’t mind it. you look adorable when you try to fluster him (and you succeed each time).

he shrugs with a light hearted laugh, his eyes softening. choso pinches your sides lightly to make you squirm as revenge, “can’t blame my body for reacting like that when i’m with the prettiest girl in the world.”

choso’s witty comment gains him a smack to the chest. which he - again - does not mind at all. in fact—he enjoys messing with you whenever he’s feeling playful. your reactions are what he does it all for.

[sophrosynesworld]

Summer Softness

Katsuki’s always had that fierce, protective streak—everyone knows it. But what happens when the paparazzi go too far?

The gala is… unexpectedly pleasant. The air inside is filled with low, refined chatter, the clink of glasses, and the soft melodies of classical music drifting through the space. For a while, it’s easy to forget about the pressures outside.

Katsuki seems more relaxed than usual, in his own way. He’s never fully off duty—there’s always an edge to him—but tonight, he’s actually engaged in the conversation, smiling down at me as we move from one painting to the next. His crimson eyes scan the pieces before he offers a comment about the colors or techniques, terms he’s learned from watching me paint in our living room.

"I’ll be right back," Katsuki murmurs, his soft lips brushing against my ear as his hand rests gently on my waist. I hum in acknowledgment, leaning into his chest and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As he steps away, I wander toward another sculpture, drawn in by the intricate twists of her hair, each curve and detail mesmerizing.

I glance down at the plaque beneath it.

Antonio Mardie, Summer Softness.

I step closer to the sculpture, tracing the air just above her delicate features, careful not to touch. The marble feels alive under the gallery’s soft lighting, shadows dancing over her form as if she might move at any moment.

"Beautiful, isn’t she?" A quiet voice pulls me from my thoughts. An older man, dressed in a dark coat, stands beside me, his eyes fixed on the sculpture. His expression is curious, like someone who’s seen countless works of art and yet still finds wonder in them.

I nod, glancing at him. “Yeah… I think she’s waiting for someone.”

He smiles faintly, a knowing look in his eyes. “Antonio Mardie was known for capturing fleeting moments—the softness of summer love, the quiet before a storm. It’s said this piece was inspired by a lost love, the woman he could never quite forget.”

I would go crazy without him too.

“It’s amazing,” I say softly. “Did he ever show it to her?”

“No.” The man’s voice is soft, eyes fixed on the sculpture as though lost in his own memories. “She died before it was finished… cancer.” He pauses, his voice faltering slightly before he clears his throat.

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, unsure if I’m apologizing for his loss or simply for prying too much.

He nods, a faint, melancholic smile gracing his lips. “It’s all right. She’s here, in a way.” He taps the plaque lightly, the metal clinking softly under his touch. “I like to think she’d be proud.”

I smile back. “I’m sure she would be.”

As the man turns and drifts back into the crowd, I feel that familiar sensation of being watched. Scanning the room, my eyes catch on a figure with platinum hair, sitting at the bar and sipping his drink. Katsuki’s gaze is locked onto me, as if he’s been waiting the entire time.

“You’re staring,” I tease. Katsuki's eyes track my every movement, but he doesn’t respond immediately, just extends a glass of wine as I reach him.

“Couldn’t help it,” he replies, his voice low. “You were stealing the spotlight.”

I chuckle softly, accepting the wine, brushing my fingers against his. “I guess I just found something worth looking at.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking as he leans back against the bar. "Me too.”

I take a sip of the wine, letting its warmth wash over me, and smile at him, feeling a little lighter.

The night flows like that, with a steady rhythm of quiet moments and his sharp, witty remarks keeping things light. Katsuki's hand rests on the small of my back, guiding us toward the entrance. We finally step outside, the colder winter weather enveloping us, and the next thing I know, they’re on us—paparazzi swarming from every direction. The blinding lights, the rapid clicking of cameras, and the overwhelming noise—it’s all too much. I blink, trying to make sense of it when suddenly, someone shoves past me. Hard.

My breath catches in my throat as I stumble forward, feet catching on the concrete. My heart stops in that split second—until a strong arm wraps around me, pulling me upright. It’s Katsuki who catches me mid-fall, his grip firm but careful, instantly shifting me behind him like the first time we met.

The second he pushes me behind his back, I feel his whole body tense. He’s furious—I can see it in the tightness of his jaw, the fire burning in his eyes. Katsuki’s glare cuts through the crowd, searing into the faces of the people around us. The once-shouting paparazzi shrink back, their aggressive pursuit turning hesitant under his gaze. My arms wrap around his waist, attempting to calm him, but it’s pointless.

His voice is low, a growl barely restrained. “Who the hell touched her?”

No one dares respond. The air around us feels heavy, almost crackling with his anger. He takes a step forward, towering over them.

“I said, who did it? Step forward, or I swear to god, I’ll give you something to report about.”

The crowd of photographers seems to freeze, like they’re deciding whether getting the next big story is worth Dynamight’s wrath. There’s a moment of eerie silence, then a few of them start backing away, realizing that whatever shot they were hoping for isn’t worth the risk.

He turns back to me, his crimson eyes searching my face with a sharp, almost frantic focus. His hands lift to rest on the sides of my face, and despite everything, his touch is gentle, almost delicate.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice rough but quieter now.

I nod, even though my heart’s still racing, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good,” he mutters, his jaw still clenched, though his grip loosens slightly. "If anyone tries something like that again, I’ll handle it.” He glances back at the remaining paparazzi, eyes narrowing into slits. “I'll fucking kill you. Put that on the record.”

With that, he guides me forward, his arm firmly around my waist, shielding me from any more intrusions. As we walk away from the crowd, I glance up at him, noticing the way he stays on high alert, even as the commotion begins to die down.

“Thanks, katsuki,” I whisper, but he just grunts in response, his eyes still scanning for any threats. But in this moment, walking beside him, I don’t mind the danger. Because I know, without a doubt, that he’s got me.

Author's note: I was giggling and kicking my feet this entire chapter. We are so back baby.

[melanchoire]

i’ve had thoughts about g!p stepsister yujin for MONTHS and I'm finally going to let her fly because i can’t stand to keep this in my mind and let the voices in my head keep talking

cw: stepcest, unnie kink.

pervy!older sister!gp yujin x bratty!younger sister!reader…

i know everyone sees her as a mature older figure and a role model, being an unnie who always takes care of the little kids, except for her younger stepsister! who seems to want to make her life impossible since her father married yujin’s mother when they were both little. obviously yujin usually swallows her words and prefers to act with her brain rather than with her impulses, sure, it’s just that sometimes she ends up being a bit of a shit to you because you end up running out of patience with her anyway, but it’s her bad luck that you’re the spoiled daughter and your parents always end up on your side

imagine one day pestering yujin as usual, making some witty comment about her short hair, her tomboyish and carefree way of dressing, her attitude and behavior that is masculine and somewhat “rude” according to you. yujin, as always, would be trying not to explode and beat you up to shut you up, flicking her tongue against the inside of her cheek and arching her eyebrows as she listens intently to you giving your critical monologue about her, not wanting to do anything but tell you to fuck off and shut you up once and for all, but she can’t! at least not when both of your parents are standing in front of you listening to the typical daily argument between sisters. so she has to stay here, listening to you have something to say about her lack of femininity, again inciting that it’s a coincidence that she hasn’t brought a boy home yet and that she is probably a lesbian… you always had something to say about her, and it pissed her off that she couldn’t defend herself the way she wanted!

although yujin couldn’t admit that she kind of liked having these kinds of discussions with you. for some reason unknown to her, she enjoyed it more than she should have when you had that fucking bitch attitude and went out of your way to make fun of her. yeah, yujin had a thing for girls who tended to have a bitchy attitude, but for some weird reason she liked your behavior more than any other girl’s!

so here’s yujin, getting a boner again because she's so turned on by you being a complete bitch to her. her cock is craving to be touched, but yujin doesn’t dare jerk off because her only thoughts are about you insulting her earlier that day… so yujin resorts to the old reliable, watching porn like any other dirty man 😇 she is not someone who really enjoys it that much, but it’s her only option when her cock is erect because of her own stepsister

browsing through cliché and boring videos until he finds a peculiar account; a girl who doesn't show her face but seems to be having fun on her own with her toys <3 yujin doesn’t know how much it would help her to see a girl using toys or her own fingers until she sees how the thumbnail of a video shows a nice pair of tits, then yujin’s perverted brain wins and she automatically decides to enter the channel 🥰 scrolling through the videos until she finds one that says “having fun with my unnie’s shirt on 💕” yujin knows it’s sick to look at something that seems to incite stepcest… but she immediately thinks that it’s probably just a title to grab attention and get views!

yujin absolutely enjoying being able to finally pump her cock, letting out a sigh and closing her eyes as she lets her head fall back, her ears focusing on the soft whines of the video playing on her laptop, enjoying having headphones on because she wouldn’t miss seeing how a girl was desperately riding a pillow in search of pleasure, even going so far as to grab the edge of the polo and lift it over her chest to show the camera how her tits bounced with each jump

until yujin realizes that shirt looks strangely familiar?? first she feels a little sick imagining her younger sister wearing her shirt while masturbating, but when she stops jerking off to look at the room in the video, she realizes that she wasn’t actually being completely sick…

of course she would confront you about it, of course, after she finished jerking off her cock!

one day, during one of your… activities, yujin decides to surprise you by suddenly opening the door when you were in the middle of humping your pillow. luckily you reacted quickly and stopped, reaching to grab your blankets to cover yourself and yell at her why she didn’t knock on the door, but yujin isn't in the mood! much less when she notices that you’re wearing one of her shirts again while grinding your pussy against your pillow, and you realize you’re screwed when she doesn’t say anything and approaches the bed while taking off her belt…

ending with your face buried in the pillows and your ass in the air while yujin destroys you from behind 😵‍💫 yujinnie not thinking about stopping the live stream, choosing to show your followers who that beloved unnie you often mention in your videos was, and here she is! destroying your pussy from behind and making sure that everything is recorded so that your fans can see how well unnie is punishing you by fucking you roughly for being such an impatient and rude girl who steals her clothes for your pranks!

and yujin loves how you can only babble incoherent sentences and high–pitched ‘unnie’s because of how goooood she is fucking you 😩

[hotchs-babygirl]

DANDELIONS. S.REID

FemOC!reader X Spencer Reid

FemOc!reader : Small background : Small age gap with Spencer and you . You are smart beautiful, I imagined you having wavy , brown hair your shorter then Spencer . You’re like a breath of fresh air since you joined the team, you remind Spencer of spring . You’re witty , kind, you love reading books , you listen to Sabrina carpenter on repeat hehe . You in Spencer have been secretlydating for the past month .

SUMMARY— You JJ & Hotch end up in the hospital after a high speed chase with the unsub it was hit in run… .. Warnings : hurt comfort , trauma , based off nightmare I had . Spencer is worried about you after he in Garcia got the call , you are banged up little , Hotch in JJ are completely fine maybe few cuts in bruises no use of your name . : Wc 2.5k not really proof read because I’m not feeling well , in who has the time for that ..

Author notes : In honor of my new theme which I’m absolutely in love with right now I adore this new theme it’s so pretty in I haven’t seen this color for spring being done yet … eek a little trauma Angst hurt comfort for you .. I hope you enjoyed this with my new theme layout . If you did could you consider liking reblog in comment… if I missed anything please let me know .

Tags : @ssamorganhotchner

Prompt— “Yeah, I'm her husband," Spencer said calmly, answering the doctor's barrage of questions.

Garcia glanced at him, surprised. It was a lie—something Spencer had never done before. But he had to. He needed answers.

When the doctor finally left the room with a promise to return shortly, Spencer turned to Garcia and said quietly, "In order to get the information, I had to tell them I was her husband."

The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor hummed overhead, too bright for how dark the night felt. Garcia’s heels echoed down the sterile hallway, her pace quick to match Spencer’s longer strides.

“Emily said three of them,” Garcia murmured, eyes scanning. “Three. That’s too many. That’s way too many.”

Spencer didn’t respond. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets to keep from shaking. Emily’s voice had been steady on the phone, but there had been something in it—tight, measured. Controlled panic.

He spotted her first. Emily stood near the nurses' station, talking in a low voice to someone in a white coat.

“Over here,” she said as they approached.

“Where are they?” Spencer asked. He hated how harsh his voice came out.

“They’re stabilizing Hotch and JJ—she’s got a broken arm and a concussion, he’s bruised but conscious. You—” Emily hesitated. “You’re worse. They rushed you into trauma. They’re running scans.”

Spencer didn’t wait to hear the rest. He stepped past Emily, toward the direction she’d nodded. Garcia grabbed his sleeve. “Spence—wait. Maybe let me—”

But he was already gone.

The doctor was young. Calm face. Too calm. Spencer caught up to him near the swinging double doors.

“The woman just brought in from the hit and run. I need to know what’s going on.”

“And you are?” the doctor asked, brow lifting.

Something in Spencer snapped into place—an instinct, precise and immediate. “Yeah. I’m her husband.”

Garcia, just behind him, froze. “What?”

Spencer didn’t look at her. His gaze stayed locked with the doctor’s.

The doctor’s tone shifted immediately. “I see. She’s in stable condition for now—mild internal bleeding, likely from the impact, but we're monitoring it. We’re waiting on imaging. If it doesn’t worsen, we can avoid surgery. But if it does…”

He trailed off, letting the unspoken settle heavily between them.

“I want to see her,” Spencer said.

The doctor nodded. “Soon. I’ll be back.”

The second the door clicked shut behind him, Garcia grabbed his arm. “Okay. You—lied. You lied to a medical professional.”

“In order to get the information,” Spencer said quietly, “I had to tell them I was her husband.”

Garcia stared at him. “You’ve never lied. Not even when we all lie. And now you’re doing it in a hospital?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

Emily came around the corner, holding your jacket. “She asked for you when they got her out of the ambulance. Just so you know.”

Spencer took it in his hands, fingers curling around the worn denim. It smelled like your perfume—something soft and warm. Something safe.

“What room?” he asked.

“Room 212,” Emily said gently.

He didn’t wait.

When he pushed the door open, the beeping of machines filled the room in a steady rhythm. You looked pale. A deep gash ran across your forehead, already stitched. One hand was wrapped in gauze, the other resting on the thin blanket.

Spencer sat in the chair beside you, silent, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. You stirred a moment later, eyelids fluttering.

“Spence?” Your voice was hoarse.

“Hey,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’m here.”

You blinked at him, disoriented. “What happened?”

“You’re okay. The unsub rammed you guys. JJ and Hotch are banged up, but you took the worst of it.”

Your hand shifted toward his. He took it.

“You told them you were my husband?” you asked, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

He gave a sheepish, lopsided shrug. “I panicked.”

You laughed, a soft, breathy sound that made something in his chest unclench. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that before.”

“First time for everything,” he murmured.

Garcia peeked in from the hallway, waving with two fingers before stepping back. She’d give you privacy. Emily already had.

Spencer leaned back in the chair, your hand still in his. The lie didn’t matter. Not right now. Not when he nearly lost you.

Not when it felt more like a promise than a lie.

Derek had finally made it to the hospital, storming through the sliding doors like he was ready to square up with someone. Emily spotted him first, standing off to the side with Rossi near the nurses' station.

“What the hell happened?” Derek asked, eyes sharp as he scanned the busy ER, tension radiating off him.

Emily sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. “Hit and run. The unsub clipped the SUV—hard. Flipped it twice.”

“Jesus,” Derek muttered. “Who was inside?”

“JJ, Hotch, and…” Her voice faltered for just a second. “Her.”

Derek’s expression changed instantly. “How are they?”

“JJ’s got a broken arm and a concussion. Hotch is bruised up. She’s the one they rushed into trauma.” Emily didn’t say more, didn’t need to. The weight behind her words said enough.

He let out a breath, jaw flexing. “Where’s the kid? He should be here.”

“He’s in his wife’s room,” Garcia said from behind him, trying to keep her voice light.

Derek blinked. “Huh?”

“It’s nothing,” Garcia rushed, waving a hand.

“It’s clearly something,” Derek said, eyebrows raised as he looked between them. “Did Reid get married and forget to tell the class?”

Emily gave Garcia a look, the kind that silently begged her not to elaborate.

Spencer walked into the waiting area right then, hands shoved in his coat pockets, eyes dark with exhaustion. He paused when he saw Derek.

“What’s this I hear about you and her being married?” Derek asked, stepping in front of him.

Spencer hesitated for a breath. “It’s just for now.”

Derek grinned. “My man.”

Spencer blinked, confused. “It was only so the doctor would tell me what was going on.”

“Sure,” Derek said, clearly not buying it but letting it slide. “Still. Good instincts.”

Garcia leaned in closer, teasing. “I think you might’ve said that a little too fast to be just instinct.”

Spencer looked down, lips twitching at the corners like he wanted to argue but knew he wouldn’t win.

“I told her I’d be back,” he said quietly, already turning back toward your room.

Garcia watched him go, her smile fading into something softer. “He didn’t even hesitate, you know? Lied without blinking.”

“Reid?” Derek looked genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” Garcia said. “Didn’t even flinch.”

The minutes passed in a quiet shuffle—JJ and Hotch returned with softer faces, JJ wiping under her eyes, Hotch giving Spencer a small nod as he stepped out of the room.

“She’s asking for the rest of you,” he said simply.

Emily and Rossi were next, disappearing into your room without a word. Spencer stayed by the door this time, arms crossed loosely, eyes fixed on the floor like he was somewhere else entirely.

When they came back, Emily gave Spencer a small smile and squeezed his shoulder on the way by. Rossi didn’t say much—he didn’t need to.

“I’m next,” Derek said, standing.

Garcia stood too. “I’m coming with you.”

Spencer looked up. “She’s still a little out of it.”

Garcia gave him that look—the one that said she knew exactly how you were feeling even without seeing you. “She’s not gonna say no to me, and you know it.”

“She’s right,” Derek added, clapping Spencer on the back as they walked past. “Besides, someone’s gotta keep me from cracking jokes.”

The hallway was quiet as they reached your door. Garcia pushed it open gently, peeking her head in first before stepping inside.

You stirred at the sound, blinking slowly, still foggy from the meds. But when your eyes landed on them, you smiled.

“Hey, babygirl,” Derek said, stepping in beside your bed, voice soft but warm.

“Hey, you,” you mumbled.

Garcia was already at your side, fingers carefully finding your hand between the wires and gauze. “Don’t you ever do that again,” she said, tears in her eyes but her smile full of sunshine. “You scared the hell out of us.”

“I didn’t exactly plan it,” you whispered.

Derek let out a low laugh, brushing a knuckle against your arm. “Still. That was way too close.”

You glanced at Garcia, then back at Derek. “Everyone else okay?”

“They’re good,” Garcia said gently. “JJ’s got a busted arm, and Hotch is walking around like he didn’t just flip an SUV.”

Derek leaned in just a little. “And Reid’s out there pacing like a guy whose world almost came crashing down.”

You smiled faintly. “He told the doctor he was my husband.”

Garcia gave a dramatic gasp. “He did. And didn’t even flinch.”

You laughed—soft, breathy, but real.

“Rest up,” Derek said, straightening. “We’ll be back tomorrow with cookies and a very dramatic telling of everything you missed.”

Garcia kissed your forehead gently. “And I’ll bring the good gossip.”

They both started to leave, but not before Garcia turned back toward the door. “You ready, Doctor Husband?” she called softly.

Spencer was already walking down the hallway.

Spencer had stopped at the gift shop before heading back to your room. He didn’t even think twice—just picked out a few of your favorite snacks, a small teddy bear, and a bouquet of yellow dandelions.

The dandelions weren’t the flashiest flowers in the shop, but he knew you’d like them.

You always said they reminded you of spring and being a kid and not caring what anyone thought.

When he stepped into your hospital room, it was quiet—lights dimmed, the steady beeping of the monitor soft in the background.

You were asleep.

The doctor was just stepping out as Spencer came in. “She might be out for a while,” he said gently. “You’re welcome to stay.”

“Right. Thanks again,” Spencer replied, adjusting the flowers in his arm.

The doctor gave a nod and left him alone.

He set the snacks carefully on the little table by the bed, the teddy bear beside them. The dandelions went in the water pitcher—makeshift vase, but it worked.

Spencer pulled the chair closer and sat down beside you.

He studied your face for a long moment, quiet, just watching the way your chest rose and fell under the blanket. The way the bruises were already beginning to color along your cheekbone. The bandage near your hairline. His hands stayed folded in his lap.

“I could’ve lost you today,” he said softly, almost like it wasn’t meant to be spoken out loud.

You didn’t stir. You were deep asleep—peaceful, finally—but Spencer kept talking anyway.

“If I would’ve lost you…” he stopped, let the words sit in his throat for a beat. “I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

His fingers curled slightly, knuckles white for a second. He swallowed.

“We just started seeing each other. It’s only been a month, but it already feels like I’ve known you longer. I need more time with you. Way more.”

His voice cracked just slightly near the end, the kind of break someone like him wouldn’t let most people hear.

“I’m not good at this part,” he added, quieter now. “Saying things when you’re awake is harder.”

You didn’t respond. Still asleep. But Spencer didn’t mind. He just sat there, holding your hand gently in his, like letting go might make everything real.

Outside the door, the hallway buzzed with nurses and machines and movement—but in that room, it was just the two of you.

Morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting soft lines across the hospital room. The quiet hum of machines filled the space, steady now. Peaceful.

The doctor had already come through for his early rounds. Everything was stable. You were doing a hell of a lot better than when they rushed you in the night before.

You blinked awake slowly, eyes adjusting to the light. Your body was stiff, sore in a way that made everything feel distant and heavy. But then you turned your head—and saw him.

Spencer was asleep in the chair next to you, slouched slightly, arms folded, head resting against the back of the chair. He looked exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept in weeks, not just hours.

“Spence,” you said, your voice still rough from sleep. You rubbed your eyes and stretched out as much as the IV and soreness would allow. “I’m thirsty.”

You paused, lips dry. “And breakfast sounds good... but maybe we should talk about what happened.”

He stirred at your voice, blinking awake slowly. When his eyes met yours, they softened instantly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re awake,” he said, like the weight of the entire world had just dropped off his shoulders.

The nurse came in right on cue, carrying a small cup of pills and a little container of orange juice. “Morning,” she said, chipper. “Let’s get these meds in you, then we’ll talk breakfast.”

You took the juice and pills, offering a quiet, “Thank you.”

She checked your chart and the monitors, jotting a few things down. “How are we feeling today?”

“Still sore,” you admitted, stretching again carefully, “but a lot better.”

“Good,” she said with a smile. “Everything’s looking great on our end, so you’ll most likely be discharged in an hour.”

“Really?” you asked, eyebrows lifting.

She nodded. “Let’s just keep you on fluids a little longer and go from there.”

“Thanks,” you said, genuinely. She gave a friendly nod and slipped out, leaving you and Spencer alone again.

You turned your head toward him, voice softer now. “Thank you... for staying with me.”

Spencer leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A beat passed.

You took a breath. “We should talk about what happened.”

He nodded, didn’t interrupt.

“It all happened so fast,” you said, eyes drifting slightly as you reached for the memory. “We were chasing the unsub... and the next thing I remember is the SUV flipping. Twice.”

Spencer’s eyes flickered. He hadn’t heard you say it out loud yet.

“I blacked out,” you continued. “I didn’t even see it coming.”

He reached for your hand without thinking, his fingers curling gently around yours. “Emily said it looked intentional. The unsub clipped the back of your vehicle—hard.”

“That explains the headache,” you murmured, trying to keep it light, but your fingers tightened slightly around his. “I heard you told the doctor you were my husband.”

His ears turned a little pink. “I needed to know what was happening. They weren’t going to tell me otherwise.”

You smiled faintly. “You didn’t hesitate?”

“Not for a second,” he said.

You nodded slowly, then looked down at your intertwined hands. “Good.”

The team had made their way back to the hospital, but before anyone could speak, Garcia practically burst through the door.

"Let me tell her, please! Let me tell her we got the scum," she pleaded, her excitement bubbling over.

The team glanced at each other, exchanging a few silent looks. Spencer gave a slight nod, signaling that Garcia could take the reins. He stepped back to give you space, his expression soft but still tinged with worry.

"Spencer..." Garcia said, her voice suddenly more serious as she stepped fully into the room. "I need to tell you something."

He gave her an understanding look. "Go ahead."

With that, he shut the door behind him, leaving you and Garcia alone.

She walked in with a wide smile. "Hey, my sweets," she said brightly, pulling you into a gentle hug. You winced slightly, the soreness still settling in your muscles, but you smiled through it.

"Hey, Garcia," you said, your voice hoarse from the medication. "I'm starving."

She laughed, pulling out a candy bar from her bag and handing it to you. "Thought you might be." You gratefully took it, unwrapping it as she sat beside you.

You looked at her, a sense of curiosity already building. "So, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to tell me something serious."

Garcia’s smile turned into a grin, but there was a certain weight in her eyes now. "We caught the scum," she said, her voice almost reverent.

You exhaled sharply, as if you'd been holding your breath all night. The tension you hadn't realized was there seemed to melt away, and you finally felt like you could breathe again. "Really?" you asked, voice shaky but full of relief.

"Yes, really," Garcia said with confidence. "We got him."

Before you could say anything more, there was a knock on the door. Hotch stepped in, his presence steady and reassuring. "You ready to come home?" he asked, his voice calm but warm.

You nodded quickly. "Yes."

"Good," Hotch said. "We can get you outta here. You just have to sign the discharge papers, then we can head out."

As he spoke, the doctor walked in with the paperwork, handing it to you with a friendly nod. "We just need your signature here and here," he said, gesturing to the form.

You signed without hesitation, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. You were finally going home. Safe. And sound .

The team gave you space after everything—quiet smiles, quick hugs, and a promise to see you back at the BAU when you were ready. One by one, they stepped out, leaving the room quiet again.

Just you and Spencer.

He helped you out of the bed gently, careful with every move like you might break. His hands hovered just enough, but still steady when you needed him.

You looked up at him, your voice soft. “Spence… I heard you last night.”

His eyes met yours quickly, caught off guard. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “Right… I—um…”

You reached out, gently touching his arm. “It’s okay, Spence,” you whispered. “I feel the same way.”

His expression shifted, something soft settling into his features. That tension he always carried—like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders—seemed to ease just a little.

“I’m thankful,” you said, still holding his gaze. “I’m glad I’m still here. It felt like we were just starting to really connect, and then—” you paused, your voice dipping with emotion, “—and with you being my husband and all…”

He laughed, breath catching in that familiar quiet Reid way. “I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”

“Nope,” you said with a small smile, the kind that reached your eyes even through the bruises and soreness.

He looked at you like he was memorizing the moment.

“Good,” he finally said. “Because I meant it.”

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Caitlyn x Gn!zaunite!reader, where she is mid-arresting them and reader pretty much flirts their way out of being lpckes up? Smutty pls?

Secret Third Option

|| Caitlyn Kiramman x gender!neutral!zaunite!reader

|| Warnings; smut, reader is arrested, criminal reader, basically public sex, cliché, accidental kiss leads to more, flirting to get out of arrest, feeling denial, swearing, fingering, praises, keeping quiet, orgasm, finger sucking, hickey, dom Caitlyn/sub reader

|| Summary; when escaping arrest, reader flirts their way out of it and into something else.

Requests closed!

Started; January 19th

Finished; February 14th

Note; it's been a while since I wrote fics, quality might be down. Also, HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYYYY 💕💕

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To say you were in trouble... would be a tiny bit of an understatement. Just a tiny bit. Had you been out running the law? Okay, maybe. There may have been a chance that you were. You'd dipped around the corner, hoping to lose whoever was chasing you. Only for you to run directly into another enforcer. Not just anyone, either. Caitlyn Kiramman.

You tried to backtrack, but her partner had caught up and gotten you from behind. Cuffing your wrists. Boy did you want to slap that smirk off Caitlyn's face.

"You're more quiet than I imagined," Caitlyn pointed out. Signalling for the other officer to leave you with her. He nodded and headed off while Caitlyn took hold of the cuffs. Forcing you to walk forwards, assumably towards the Upper City and your holding cell.

"What? Expecting witty comments, Princess?" Your remark came out more like a grunt, feeling the way she made the cuffs push into your back. Something about being this close to her made your cheeks flush.

"There it is," damn. You walked right into that one, didn't you?

You could do two things here. Either, accept what had happened. Lame. Fight your way out, a little more promising. Or... the secret third option. Flirt your way out; which is honestly more fun than the other two.

"Does this mean you like it rough, Kiramman?" You glanced back at her, referring to the feeling of how she dug the cuffs deeper into your back. It was uncomfortable in a way that could almost be described as enjoyable.

"Shut up and keep walking," Caitlyn responded. It was certainly going to be tough breaking through that professional barrier of hers. You were determined to do it, though. There was still time on your side before you reached your cell.

"Anyone ever tell you you're hot?" A smirk formed across your lips the moment your back hit the wall. Caitlyn had you pinned, cuffed hands above your head; your eyes going to her lips. She looked pissed, but at least she wasn't taking you to prison just yet. You were stalling.

The alley was dark, cold. Not a lot of people travelling through. It wasn't the nicest looking thing in the world, then again you were in Zaun. What were you to expect? The only nice part about it was the fact that you and Caitlyn were alone. So really, anything could happen here.

"What's your game?" She demanded, there was a fierce look in her eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"No game. Just looking for a little fun before I get locked up, maybe convince you I'm not so bad while I'm at it." You told her, her eyes narrowed and for a brief moment... she looked to almost be considering it. Unless of course, that was merely your desire playing tricks on you. Surely she wouldn't... right?

"Yeah, right." Caitlyn's tone was laced with a deadly sarcasm, one that couldn't help but make you grin. You'd started to push yourself forwards but your foot got caught around hers and the next moment the two of you were tumbling.

Before you even realized it had happened, the fall had landed your lips to hers. Although, neither you nor Caitlyn fought it.

When the kiss ended, you stared into each others eyes for a long moment. The enforcer cleared her throat, cheeks flushed," that was... unexpected."

"You enjoyed it," you couldn't help but smirk, seeing behind the emotions she was trying to cover up.

"I- I did not-" Caitlyn's cheeks flushed, trying to show at least some authority after what had happened. Falling in love with a criminal would be insane, after all. Completely illegal, too. Wouldn't it? Although the longer she looked at you, the more pull towards you she felt. She was feeling things for you that she knew she shouldn't. It would only end with getting herself in trouble along with you.

"Really? Then why are you blushing?" Lifting your hand to her cheek, you gave the redness a flick with your finger. Caitlyn slapped your hand away.

"Anyone would be embarrassed after that," she really did try to cover up her feelings, it was cute watching her scramble together any excuse she could. You knew it had effected her, though. Caitlyn's heart was racing so fast that it was just barely audible.

"Bullshit," there was a grin on your face while you watched her eyes widen. Knowing that she was caught red handed.

Her mind was getting away from her, fantasizing about all the things the two of you could have been doing.

Fuck it.

It's not like your crime was that bad anyway.

"Damn it," Caitlyn muttered before her lips found their way back to yours. A soft moan coming from your throat. You couldn't believe this was happening, but damn you weren't about to complain.

Caitlyn soon had your front to the wall, her hand slipped around your waist and into your pants. Gently fingering at first, then she picked up the pace. The harder she went, the louder your moans got. God, she was sending shivers down your spine. Your whole body tensing under the intense amounts of pleasure flooding through you.

The enforcer leaned forwards into you, her chest up against your back and her lips against your ear. Whispering into it," you're doing so well, darling.. just keep your voice down a little more, wouldn't want to get us caught- would you?" She smirked when all she got from you was a whimper in response. Feeling how your knees buckled, you falling into her. Caitlyn wrapped her free arm around you, keeping you up and pressed into her.

The wetness collected around her fingers, acting almost as a lobe. Allowing her to easily move her fingers along you, Caitlyn's middle finger pressed just a little harder on that perfect spot. A loud gasp echoing off the alley wall from you.

"Shhh," Caitlyn murmured, her hand trailed along your body until it stopped at your mouth. Cupping it to help you keep quiet. You whimpered into her hand and she trailed kisses down your cheek, to your jawline, then neck.

It wasn't long before the enforcer had you completely crumbling. Cumming onto her fingers. She removed them from your pants, bringing them to your mouth. Caitlyn took her hand off and you opened your mouth, letting her push her fingers in so you could suck yourself off them.

"Perhaps you aren't as bad after all," the enforcer murmured, kissing your neck and leaving a hickey there.

[sourbinnie]

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chan ✉

arguments could get pretty heated with chan sometimes (he's a libra at the end of the day). it could get stressful since you've been going back & forth for so long now, as you tried to make him understand that he wasn't taking care of himself but it only brought back hurtful words that you were letting it pass under the excuse that he was "too tired". maybe you were too naive at that moment thinking that he would calm down and you guys would solve it like you always do.

then you heard it, he didn't say their name but you could only imagine who he was talking about at that point and time. 

"they would just leave me alone and let me be, why can't you do the same? ah right you're not them and you will never be." he said and horror washed him instantly as they realized what they did. fights were inevitable but you can always keep comments to yourself right? it was just the heat of the moment that made him slip out such cruel words. as soon as you were turning away to leave, he was trying to find his way to you but it was too late anyways. "baby nono, don't leave not right now, it's late and i was fucking stupid. i'm so fucking sorry-."

"i just need some space right now, yeah? i need to be away from you." you said and that only made him worry even more as that's the last thing he wanted right now. "just let me christopher, we'll talk when i get back." 

"don't call me that, i'm still your channie, your boyfriend and i still fucking love you. listen i'm sorry but please don't go." he said close to the tears falling from his eyes and you just shook your head as you grabbed your things and he followed you around the house like a lost puppy. "(y/n) let's work this out yeah? i'll go to the dorms tonight and you'll stay here."

eventually knowing he wouldn't give up, you just nodded as you went to your shared bedroom and sighed. letting the tears finally from your eyes and hearing the door close was enough to let your sobs out from how much those words stung in your heart.

minho ✉ 

fighting with minho wasn't easy. his witty responses and his hurtful comments always stood out like daggers in your heart. he usually didn't fight at all but when he did, most of the time he took it too far and it wasn't easy to forget what he said. as the new comeback approached, you tried your best to be supportive but when you couldn't see them on their first win, it hurt minho. he wanted you to be there, backstage or in the crowd cheering for them but he did not see you anywhere. turns out you were too late, had a "work" emergency, he called bullshit on that.

"i'm sorry min, i'll promise i'll be on the next one. my boss really needed me and-." he cut you off immediately, not wanting to hear it.

"it's fine. it's not like they would miss out on this like you did. maybe i should just get back with them." he muttered and it was enough for you to walk away from him. all the boys were there to talk to him about what just happened and why were you crying but he was completely petrified from your reaction and how you just went away without a word. "god i'm such a fucking idiot." he said as he chased after you through the hallways.

"don't even try talking to me. i get that you're fucking mad but that doesn't give you an excuse to say stuff like that." you said as you still walked away and didn't even look in his direction. minho tried to process what was happening all at once but couldn't bare to see the look in your eyes as the tears were still going down your face.

"please listen to me for a second. it was stupid that i got mad, i should've understood you from the beginning but please stay and i'll make it up to you. i promise." he said and even if it did sound sincere, you just couldn't do it.

"i'm sorry, i think i wanna be alone tonight." you said as you looked at him one last time and kissed his cheek before muttering "goodbye minho" and walking through the door. leaving a distraught and regretful minho behind.

changbin ✉ 

it wasn't rare for you to fight with changbin, what was rare was when he got mad. this time when you were at the studio, making sure 3racha were feeling well and not overworking themselves, you were met with a furious bin. it surprised you, you've never seen him mad and maybe something else was happening that you didn't know or you chose the worst time to visit the studio. whatever it was, it made you feel so small and like you were in a place you did not belong. jisung and chan weren't even there to witness it but you guessed that as soon as they heard, they left you guys alone.

"look i'm sorry. i don't know what i did wrong but that doesn't excuse your attitude and how you're treating me right now!" you said but it wasn't enough to his ears as he gave you the next words.

"god i can never say anything, at least with them they would let me express myself. i should've never broken up with them if i knew i was gonna end up with you." ouch was all that could be said about that as you nodded and felt the water in your eyes grow slowly. "shit- i'm so fucking sorry, i don't know what came over me baby."

he tried to get close to you but you just took a step back and that broke changbin's heart completely. it made him feel like a monster in front of you but he couldn't blame you for that, it was all his fault in the end. when he saw you walk away, as much as he wanted to, he decided not to follow you and let you go. he couldn't describe what he was feeling when he saw you practically run away from the building and not answer for jisung's calls since he was just walking in with chan. 

"what the fuck happened hyung?" jisung asked as he crossed his arms and that's when changbin lost the control of his tears. he wasn't one to usually cry but he was now gonna be haunted with muttering those words to you and what he made you feel in that moment.

"i fucked it up like i always do." he said brokenly.

hyunjin ✉

as much as you loved hyunjin, he got so petty in fights it was irritating. he was the definition of drama queen and he could fight on & on about the tiniest of details. like right now when you just got home and you forgot to do some things in your shared apartment. tiny things like the dishes or the laundry usually didn't piss him off but today when he got home practice and saw, in his words, that the whole house was upside down, he got stressed. 

"look i'm sorry, i forgot to do it and i know you've been busy with practice. i'll do it tomorrow since i get to go home earlier." you tried to explain but he just shook his head and crossed his arms.

"tomorrow? are you serious? they would've done it right here and now and wouldn't be putting up excuses like you're doing." he didn't even have to mention them for you to know who he was talking about. it felt like twisting the knife on the wound as you just looked at him with the most hurtful stare.

"of course they would. they didn't have a job in the first place and relied on you for everything!" you said and laughed bitterly but in a sad way. "if it's my job then it's a problem but with your job there's literally no excuse right? 'cause it's more important. grow up hyunjin." 

"look babe i'm sorry. i don't know what the fuck i was thinking when i said that." he tried to make up an excuse at the moment but he knew nothing would justify what he said and implied with his words. it was met with a sigh from you and it was your turn to shake your head. "i don't think your job is less important and i shouldn't have said what i said-."

"but you said it." you whispered and decided to head to your shared bedroom to lock the door. you needed some time alone not only because of the harsh words but because it made you process your whole relationship in a flashback. 

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ fifteen minutes 𖤐 alpha&ifrit ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; ifrit makes a claim, alpha challenges him about it ❥ warnings; blow job, anal sex, tail play, alpha is a meanie /pos ❥ author notes; alexa, play 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter x ❥ wc; 6k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

“i can do a lot with fifteen minutes,”

alpha scoffs when the words pass ifrit’s lips, the way he says it annoys him. ifrit’s overly confident, head tilted back and his chin held high as he makes a claim that is, quite frankly, absurd, in alpha’s opinion, “you couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag in fifteen minutes sparky,” he grunts, leaning back in his chair

luckily there’s no one else in the den, just the two of them to hear the stupid nickname alpha has been calling ifrit, since forever. the television drones on in the background, whatever film they had put on, after an hour of disagreements no doubt, has gone forgotten about 

“i could,” ifrit frowns from his spot on the couch, the furniture positioned in a way so that alpha is almost directly across from him, arms crossed, thighs spread and frowning right back at him. so, though he doesn’t know why, ifrit doubles down, “i can do a whole lot with fifteen minutes, actually,”

even though he’s doubling down, the confidence in his tone has wavered and of course, alpha has noticed, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “oh yeah?,” he asks, cocking his head to the side by an inch

unfortunately for ifrit, he won’t realise the way alpha is goading him, pulling him into a trap until it’s too late and of course, alpha knows that too. it’s a regular cat and mouse game they play, alpha setting the trap and practically dragging ifrit by the scruff of his neck into it and poor ifrit is always too stupid to realise it, every single time 

“uh huh,” ifrit lilts, a nod pulling at his head even though alpha still looks thoroughly unconvinced but then again, maybe that’s just his face, the thought makes ifrit want to laugh but he refrains. instead he leans forward a little and hums, “would only take me two to make you finish,”

in hindsight, ifrit should've known what was coming next from the way alpha didn’t even have the decency to laugh in his face. the older fire ghoul stays eerily silent, his head cocked to the side, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip, light reflecting off his piercing, and after too many seconds of silence, 

“come on then,”

if ifrit wants to make such a bold claim he better be ready to put his money where his mouth is and alpha can think of at least three places ifrit’s mouth could be right now, instead of running a never ending stream of bullshit 

the enjoyment alpha gets out of watching ifrit’s jaw drop and the way his hands clench next to his thighs is borderline sick but ifrit recovers too quickly for him to properly enjoy it, “i didn’t say i wanted to,” ifrit huffs, rolling his eyes 

it’s a bold face lie and they both know it. ifrit is turned on just from the thought of it, his cock threatening to kick and harden, tent up in his pants until he can’t hide it from alpha and alpha can smell it all over him, knowing all to well if he were to reach into ifrit’s boxers, the younger fire ghoul would leak straight into his palm 

“fine,” alpha barks, settling further back into the ugly plush armchair he’s claimed as his own. he averts his attention back towards the television and ifrit thinks it’s over and done with but ifrit is also a little stupid, “never took you for a liar, sparky”

if there’s one thing about alpha it’s that he has to have the last word, never willing to be outdone in any argument or fight and it drives ifrit crazy, mostly because he has never managed to come up with anything witty to say in response to alpha’s comments, nothing that doesn’t sound utterly pathetic anyway 

ifrit growls, as he always does when alpha strikes low and as always, alpha growls back, louder but it's playful, teasing, goading with a flash of his fangs, sharp and dangerous. ifrit wants to punch alpha in his stupid face and perfect fangs 

“i am not a liar,” ifrit hisses and shoots up from his spot on the couch, his fists balled up at his sides. he springs up from the couch at such speed, he ends up halfway across the room, much closer to alpha than he planned to be but incidentally, he’s exactly where alpha wants him to be

alpha whistles low, rakes his eyes up and down ifrit’s body, almost trembling with annoyance, before he drums his fingers against his biceps, “yeah you are,” he comments and leans forwards, until his elbows are pressing to his knees, “otherwise, you’d prove it,” 

the way alpha says it, low, grumbled and indignant, lights a fire inside of ifrit and before he can think better of it, he falls head first into alpha’s trap. ifrit pounces and closes the distance between them, landing right in alpha’s lap, his hands scrambling to grip at the neckline of alpha’s shirt, or maybe just his neck, ifrit isn’t sure 

“shut up,” ifrit grunts and before alpha can open his mouth, barely managing to smirk, ifrit crashes their mouths together. a harsh press that is made all too obvious by the way their fangs collide while ifrit tries, and fails, to establish dominance over the situation 

fierce claws rake down ifrit’s thighs, shoved in tight between alpha’s waist and the arms of the chair, and ifrit doesn’t have to look to know alpha’s shredded thin lines down his pants, he can feel the tips of his claws pricking at his skin and it makes him gasp, his entire body jerking 

this opens alpha’s gateway into being in control, less of a fight for it and more of alpha just taking it like candy from a baby. as ifrit’s lips part alpha’s tongue slips straight past, pressing hot and wet against ifrit’s own. the piercings sat in the center of both of their tongues catch briefly and of course, alpha comes out on top when ifrit yelps at the pull, muffled by their mouths smushed together

they part briefly, their mouths inches apart while they paw at each other. ifrit yanks alpha’s shirt hard enough for the bigger ghoul to get the message. alpha sits forward just long enough for ifrit to undress him while simultaneously reaching back to pull his own off too, throwing the offending items into a pile on the floor to be forgotten about

ifrit’s hands pull downwards, away from alpha’s neck and down his bare chest as his hips cant forwards, dragging his ass over alpha’s crotch where he can feel his cock kicking to life underneath him, matching his own as it fills out fully in his pants 

“rules,” alpha grunts, barely pulling away from the kiss long enough to huff the word before he’s back, biting harshly at ifrit’s lips. there’s nothing gentle in the way alpha does anything, it’s always rough, overwhelming, the good type of painful and ifrit, shamefully, can’t get enough

they’re both fire ghouls, one of the same, made from the same mold and yet, somehow, alpha makes ifrit feel hotter than he could ever imagine being possible. it’s all consuming in the way the surface of ifrit’s skin tingles, a sweat taking over his body as alpha’s hands wander

he can’t help but lose himself in it for a minute, his head tilts back, kiss broken and forgotten about as ifrit feels the path alpha’s large heated hands are taking over his body. they squeeze hard at his thighs, his hips and then his waist, all in quick succession before sliding around to the base of his spine 

alpha lets ifrit’s tail harass and coil around his wrist, intertwining with his fingers, because like everything up until this point, it’s all part of his plan. as is his next move. alpha lulls ifrit into a false sense of security, letting the younger ghoul relax into his touch and then, he tugs hard, pulling harshly at ifrit’s tail 

“fuck,” ifrit growls as he’s forced back into the reality of the situation. he thumps his hands against alpha’s shoulders, shoving him against the back of the chair, “asshole,” he hisses through gritted teeth, scowling down at the larger ghoul, who’s smirking, underneath him 

“rules,” alpha repeats, ignoring what ifrit said, knowing it annoys him endlessly, “you have fifteen minutes, make me cum, sparky,” alpha drawls, darting upwards to bite at ifrit’s neck, not hard enough to do damage but enough to further annoy him 

ifrit is about to scramble off of him, sink low between his thigh thicks and get him off, get it over and done with and then get the hell out of dodge but alpha grabs at his waist, halting his movements so he can snarl against ifrit’s jaw, “if you don’t, and you won’t, i get to have my way with you,”

his tone is low, dark, threatening and it zaps up ifrit’s spine like electricity, jolting his body like he’s been shocked, “i will,” ifrit snaps, his teeth and fangs clashing together a hairline away from alpha’s earlobe 

“get on with it then,” alpha grunts and forces his hips up, rutting the obvious bulge in his pants against ifrit’s ass before he shoves hard at ifrit, almost pushing him straight off of the chair all together. every single action he makes is meant to annoy ifrit more and judging by the way the vein in ifrit’s neck strains, it’s working 

briefly ifrit thinks that he could, should, leave, get up and leave alpha there, hard and leaking into his pants with only his own fist to get himself off but the thought dissipates fast as ifrit slips from the chair and settles on his knees between alpha’s thick thighs, sealing his fate 

alpha gets comfortable, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back into his chair. he rolls his hips up and the tent in his pants sways, to and fro, right in front of ifrit’s face, “get on with it,” alpha repeats, feigning boredom the longer ifrit takes to move

ifrit wants to bark at him but he just can’t, he’s too busy darting his tongue across his bottom lip, his mouth starting to water just thinking about tasting alpha. he reaches up, curls his fingers underneath the waistband of alpha’s pants and pulls hard, yanking them down to his knees

the movement is rushed and clumsy, leaving alpha to hiss embarrassingly loud as his cock catches on the edge of his pants before springing free, slapping his belly and smearing pre over the dusted line of hairs that start underneath his navel and travel further downwards  

though both ghouls are similar, everything that ifrit is, alpha is more. taller, thicker, broader, and his cock is no different. ifrit can’t help but lick his lips as his gaze settles on alpha’s fat tip, shiny with slick and throbbing gently in time with a vein that runs down the length of him

at risk of being told to get on with it again, ifrit closes in. he pushes up onto his knees, settles his hands on alpha’s bare thighs, just above his knees, and is about to swoop low, bring his mouth to alpha’s cock but, alpha stops him 

“wait,” he grumbles as he slides his hand into ifrit’s hair, gripping too hard to stop the ghoul in his tracks. ifrit yelps, the harsh tug close to the roots of his hair brings tears to his eyes but alpha just rolls his eyes at him, his free hand shooting out to grab his phone from the arm of the chair

ifrit flicks his tongue out, managing to lick across alpha’s slit quickly. he earns himself another tug at his hair but he doesn’t miss the way alpha’s stomach clenches and his cock kicks, it’s a small victory for ifrit but it’s incredibly short lived as alpha turns his phone and blinds him with the brightness of it

a timer has already started counting down from fifteen minutes, an unfair but calculated move on alpha’s part. ifrit growls and reaches up, shoving alpha’s hand away from his head and then he doesn’t waste another second 

usually ifrit would take his time. he’d swirl his tongue around the tip of alpha’s cock, suck it between his lips until alpha was grunting and then kiss down the underside until he’s mouthing at his balls but, he simply doesn’t have time to do that right now, so, he swallows alpha whole, from tip to root in one movement 

“fuck frit,” alpha rasps as his cock hits the back of ifrit’s throat. his hand flies back to its spot in ifrit’s hair but he doesn’t tug as he did before, instead he cards his fingers through ifrit’s hair lightly. his head tilts back when ifrit hums in response around him, sending vibrations straight down his cock 

it comes as a surprise to both of them that ifrit could even take alpha in one go, his cock is thick, intrusive in the way it stretches ifrit’s lips so wide that the threat of the corners splitting a little looms over his head like a dark cloud. that combined with the rumbled gag that works its way through his throat, ifrit decides to back off a little, give himself a second to breathe 

he doesn’t stop completely though, he’s on a mission and every second is crucial. his mind wanders with his plan of attack and he can’t help but smirk, as he bobs his head over alpha’s tip, with the feeling that he has this in the bag, this is his time to win

“fuck you smirkin’ for?,” alpha asks, rolling his hips up and using the hand in ifrit’s hair to tilt the younger ghouls head back a little. alpha glares down at him, deep red, almost burgundy, eyes burning into ifrit’s brighter orange ones

ifrit pulls all the way off of alpha’s cock, using his tongue to push the pool of spit and pre out past his lips, letting it drip and run down alpha’s length, “think ‘m gonna win,” ifrit states quickly before chasing the mess he’s made with his tongue 

once again ifrit’s words make alpha scoff, partially, as it gets cut short by a moan vibrating out of his throat as ifrit starts to suck him back into his mouth, “like hell you are,” he objects, watching the way ifrit’s shoulders rise and fall in a shrug

they reach an impasse where ifrit’s response isn’t good enough for alpha, he’s still too confident, too sure of himself and alpha just has to knock it. he taps his phone, delighted to see the timer going down, “three minutes in, thought you said you could make me finish in two,” he points out, slow and overly annoying 

it has its desired effect though because ifrit falters, his mouth coming to stop over alpha’s cock briefly while he realises, rather suddenly, that this might be harder than he anticipated. alpha can, and will, last for hours, ifrit has experienced it firsthand, many, many times 

ifrit makes a split second decision, knowing he needs to double his efforts if he really wants to win this stupid bet. he quickly shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs, enough to expose his ass and his wet little hole 

alpha watches, his jaw slowly dropping, as ifrit pulls off of him completely. ifrit’s tail swishes before bending in half and disappearing out of alpha’s sight. the spade hovers just above ifrit’s balls and there’s a gentle slick sound as it inches higher, teasing around his dripping rim just enough to get itself wet

“eleven minutes,” alpha says, trying to sound as uninterested as he can but he struggles, what he’s watching is incredibly alluring, even he can’t deny that. ifrit gently starts to stroke over his cock, just a little too loosely while he concentrates on easing his tail past his tight rim 

“o-oh fuck,” ifrit moans, loud and unabashedly as his tail slips in, immediately pulling out only to push straight back in. normally ifrit would work himself open slowly and intimately but for now, this will have to do, he can manage it 

suddenly, ifrit’s hand speeds up over alpha’s cock, forcing a low grunt from the bigger fire ghoul as his cock pulses, spitting pre over ifrit’s fingers. ifrit’s strokes fall in time with his tail plunging in and out of his hole leaving a double set of rhythmic wet sounds to echo around the room 

a stream of moans tumble past alpha’s lips as his head tips back onto the back cushion of the chair. his fingers tighten a little in ifrit’s hair and his hips start to buck up unevenly, the smug feeling settles back into ifrit’s chest

the flat spade of ifrit’s tail starts to rub over his prostate, burying itself deep in his frantic attempt to work himself open just enough for what he wants to do next. it doesn't take long, ifrit doesn't allow it to and while alpha is lost in his pleasure for a moment, not paying nearly enough attention to ifrit, the younger ghoul quickly pulls off of him

“ifrit,” alpha growls, his head snapping down, chin to his chest as all the stimulation to his cock ceases. he tries to grab at ifrit, his claws scraping over ifrit’s wrists, a futile attempt to get his hands back on him but ifrit moves just a little bit too fast

“shut up,” ifrit growls back, eyes flickering to the red lines raked over his wrists. he surges upwards, clambering back into alpha’s lap while kicking his pants down and off of his ankles, “just shut up,” ifrit repeats, a strong scowl over his face 

alpha, for maybe the first time in his life, listens to someone else. he stays quiet and watches as ifrit’s tail pulls out of him and returns to swishing through the air behind him. this time though, there’s drips of slick being flicked across the rug, alpha can’t contain his moan over it 

neither of the ghouls can contain their grunts when ifrit sinks down onto alpha’s cock, all of a sudden and straight to the base. alpha starts to worry ifrit might win this when his stomach tenses horribly, the low burning feeling starting to intensify while ifrit clenches hot, wet and tight around him 

unbeknownst to alpha, alarm bells are ringing in ifrit’s head too. his teeth grind as alpha’s cock stretches his hole much wider than he was prepared for, a burn that he’ll be feeling for a while but it’s worth it to knock alpha’s ego, like he’s been wanting to do since he met him 

“are you going to move or not,” alpha huffs, his fingers pinching at ifrit’s waist hard enough to at least leave a mark of scattered purple bruises that’ll be reminding ifrit of this for days to come 

ifrit snaps his fangs at the pinch and plants his hands against alpha’s stomach, either side of where his cock is wagging and smearing pre over alpha’s happy trail, “yes,” he grits, giving an experimental roll of his hips, “give me a minute,”

alpha smirks something filthy, his eyes drifting over to his phone that’s balancing haphazardly on the arm of the chair, “you only have eight left, sparky,”

he’s insufferable, ifrit decides as he starts to lift his hips out of pure spite. alpha’s cock drags inside of him just right, the veins that scatter up alpha’s thick length throb against him enough to make both of their breaths catch in their throats

when ifrit starts to bounce moments later, he does it with earnest, setting a brutal pace that make his thighs burn as his fucks himself down onto alpha repeatedly. ifrit’s cock bounces too, slapping against alpha’s stomach in time with the clap of skin between their thighs

an epiphany hits alpha out of nowhere as he stares down at ifrit’s stiff cock. he never said he was going to play this game fairly, that wasn’t part of the rules. it’s cruel but he can’t help himself as he thinks ifrit could use a hand, he looks awfully hard and he’s far too busy using his hands for leverage to keep the brutal pace he’s set 

“pretty cock,” alpha purrs seductively as he walks his fingers over ifrit’s hip, elated in the way ifrit hisses at the claws pricking over his skin. ifrit’s hips stutter, bucking forwards and accidentally grinding alpha’s cock right against his prostate

“a-alpha don’t,” ifrit partially begs, his gaze trailing after alpha’s hand that’s inching ever closer to his twitching cock, and oh…

oh

that, lights a fire inside of alpha. he grins, his tongue trapped between his teeth, piercing knocking against enamel. his hands ghost up the length of ifrit’s cock, barely touching him but ifrit loses the fight with the small mewl erupting its way out of his mouth

all the smugness and hope ifrit previously had about winning, he doesn’t have anymore, it drains away from his body with an abrupt wail when alpha flicks the head of his cock before skirting his fist downwards, from tip to root 

“f-fuck, oh my-,” ifrit shudders, his body getting stuck between trying to fuck down onto alpha’s length and trying to push his cock upwards through alpha’s tight clutch. ifrit’s cock is dripping a steady stream of pre that coats alpha’s fingers every time they slide over his slit, every stroke making his cock pulse and force more to bubble out of his tip 

there’s no doubt in alpha’s mind that he’s going to win this thing when his phone illuminates and the timer has dropped to four minutes. he can hold out for four more minutes easily, ifrit though, he doesn’t have a hope in hell

ifrit looks nothing short of a state. his body is covered in little pink and purple marks and scratches, his hot cock is sliding wetly through alpha’s fist ruthlessly and his taut hole gets, somehow, tighter with every clench around alpha’s cock, his tip ramming and nailing against ifrit’s prostate on every single thrust 

“you’re going to spill,” alpha lilts a mean sing song as he catches on to all the signs that he knows, for a fact, mean ifrit’s getting close. he’s had enough time since ifrit got summoned to figure them all out. ifrit really can’t fool him, alpha can see right through him 

“no, i’m no-fuh, not,” ifrit pants like a dog while he tries to convince alpha, or himself, he’s not sure, that he’s not. his eyes pinch shut and his head tilts back, further proving alpha’s point 

a low hum rumbles through alpha’s chest, sounding too thoughtful to be sincere, “so, it won’t matter if i do this then,” he says and without giving ifrit a single second to figure out what he means, alpha bucks his hips and starts to drill up into ifrit 

between that and alpha’s hand flying over his cock ifrit can only choke out a wet sob as pleasure courses through his body. heat licks at his nerve endings as alpha uses him for all he’s worth, knowing all the little things that drive ifrit even closer to his impending orgasm 

“only two minutes left, princess,” alpha grunts, his voice starting to sound scratchy and rough, one of his telltale signs that he’s getting close and it’s no wonder when ifrit is clamping down around him like a dripping wet vice 

“al-shit, alpha,” ifrit wails and drags the word out, his body starting to sag and sway. his thighs burn, muscles almost vibrating under the surface of his skin. his balls start to draw up and with that, he’s on the edge and he knows it, there’s nothing he can do to help himself now

a minute and a half left and alpha knows he’s got this in the bag, “it’s okay, give in to it,” he coos insincerely, squeezing hard at ifrit’s waist and lightly at his cock, “squirt for me, sparky,” he continues to coo, his eyebrows raising slowly as ifrit’s jaw starts to drop

ifrit reaches his breaking point immediately when alpha rubs the pad of this thumb over his slit, pressing down against wet sensitive skin to slide back and forth. ifrit didn’t really stand a chance. he’s reduced to just sounds and sobs, words utterly useless to him as his orgasm rips through his body

his cock jerks in alpha’s palm, the whole length tensing simultaneously with ifrit yelping through clenched teeth, his jaw grinding together so hard it pops audibly

thick ropes of cum splash up alpha’s chest, making the bigger ghoul jerk involuntarily with each hot spurt, “fucking hell frit,” alpha grunts, veins in his neck straining because of how tight ifrit is squeezing around his cock

the hand alpha has around ifrit’s cock slows to a stop but the hand he has clinging to ifrit’s waist pulls, rolling ifrit over his own cock, “told you i’d win,” alpha lulls, smirking lazily 

the post orgasm haze sets in heavily in ifrit’s mind but alpha’s words pierce through the fog like a knife and ifrit whines, “n-no, i, oh fuh-h, i can do it,” he hiccups through his words and tries to move up alpha’s cock, immediately regretting it when his entire body goes stiff with sensitivity 

before alpha can tease that he can’t, fully prepared to shatter ifrit’s hope, his phone does it for him. a sharp, loud tone shrills from alpha’s phone and a cold sweat zaps down ifrit’s spine with the realisation, he’s lost.  alpha has the opposite reaction, his cock kicking with excitement 

“oh sweetheart, times up,” alpha jeers, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he silences his phone. his tone is dark, sinister and bordering on threatening, ifrit hates it and loves it all at the same time, “what happens now?” he asks, smoothing a hand over ifrit’s thigh, the other gripping tight at his jaw

ifrit whines, high and caught in the back of his throat as he leans into alpha’s hold. he knows what alpha wants and he knows better than to try and dodge the question, “you get t’have your way with me,” ifrit relays alpha’s rules with a slight garble

“fuck yeah i do,” alpha growls, wasting no time in just taking what he wants, ifrit’s had his fun, he gets to have his now. thankfully, ifrit is soft, loose limbed and overly pliant, perfect for alpha to manhandle him into the position he wants him in 

there’s a flurry of movements, none of which ifrit can keep up with. one second he was sat in alpha’s lap, the next alpha was standing with an arm wrapped around his waist and the next, he was kneeling on the plush arm chair, his arms draped over the back while alpha stands behind him, looming in his peripheral vision 

quickly, ifrit’s tail flicks out and for a second time alpha lets it coil around his hand and twist up his wrist and like the first time, he yanks hard, pulling ifrit back and impaling him back onto his throbbing cock

ifrit howls, his back arching with it at the same time his hands scrabble for purchase against the fabric of the chair, the overwhelming urge to sink into something, to ground himself, washes over him like a wave. someone will ask about the slight slices in the fabric at a later date and they’ll both feign innocence 

“so fuckin’ tight,” alpha grunts, genuinely curious as to how he’s so tight when ifrit has been sat on his cock for long enough to get him loose but he’s not going to complain, especially not when ifrit clenches over the statement, getting even tighter 

alpha sets a pace only he could keep up with, a shocking slap of skin on skin between their bodies and a dull thud where his heavy balls thump against ifrit’s, still tight and drawn up. he’s just proving a point, albeit he won’t last long doing it, not with ifrit lazily pressing back to meet his thrusts in the middle but it’ll be worth it. it already has been, he’s already won

a large hot hand snakes up ifrit’s sweaty spine, all the way up and around to the front of his neck, squeezing tight enough for alpha to pull him back to his chest, pressing their bodies close. ifrit’s hands reach back blindly, claws catching alpha’s flank in a desperate bid to just, feel 

“gonna make me fuckin’ cum,” alpha grunts into ifrit’s ear with a heated breath and quiet pant, absurdly desperate for it in a way he didn’t even know he could be. his hand tightens around ifrit’s throat, feeling the rumble of whines and moans before they spill past ifrit’s lips 

“please, i’m gonna, please,” ifrit babbles incoherently, leaving alpha confused for a half second before he catches on to where ifrit’s free hand is wrapped around his half limp cock, stilled because the force of alpha’s thrusts do all the work for him, typical fucking ifrit 

alpha hangs his head, eyes falling onto the milky white ring around the base of his cock and something in his stomach winds tight, too tight, “lucifer,” alpha pants, willing himself to look away quickly before he spills, “f-fucking creamin’, you’re a mess, sparky,” he rasps, his voice scratching a little half way through his favourite nickname for ifrit 

“make it worse,” 

ifrit’s demand irritates alpha, never one to be told what to do but he’s so close, too close, that he doesn’t think he could hold off any longer just to prove a point, just to growl and huff for ifrit to be quiet, to ask him who he thinks he is trying to dictate the situation when alpha is the one in control here, he’s always in control 

a tilt of his hips and a repeated nailing against ifrit’s prostate seems to shut him up though. well, his words at least, a cascade of pathetic little whimpers and whines still surge from his mouth, strained sounds every time alpha bullies his cock just a bit deeper inside of him 

“f-uck,” ifrit hiccups as alpha rubs at his slit. he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment his hand got slapped away from his cock and replaced with alpha’s but he knows it does because alpha’s hand feels different. bigger and warmer, littered with callouses that ifrit could map out in his sleep

two more thrusts and on the third, alpha fucks into ifrit just right and hits home, putting both of them dangerously on the edge. a growl leaves their throats simultaneously, alpha’s low and rumbling like thunder, shaking the window panes in their frames. ifrit’s is louder, higher pitched, shivering up out of his body but they both sound desperate and frantic 

“spill sparky, i know you wanna,” alpha rumbles, his hips starting to jerk in sporadic thrusts. he point blank refuses to be the one to cum first and he knows he can get ifrit there before he does, if he just, “give it to me ‘frit”

he’s not asking, he’s telling, with accentuated short thrusts that drive his point home and ifrit is too far gone to protest. he wails as he spills over alpha’s fist in short little squirts, overstimulation taking over his body while his cock pulses in time with his heart hammering in his chest 

ifrit whimpers, his body trembling as he slumps back into alpha’s chest. his hips slam back, burying alpha to the hilt inside of him, “fuck, oh fuck,” alpha shouts, his head tipping back while ifrit clamps down around him like a hot vice  

the second ifrit had shot his first load over alpha’s chest, alpha knew he was going to get him back, the sweetest form of revenge, his favourite

his hand pushes on ifrit’s back, shoving him forwards and against the back of the chair. then, he winds his fingers into ifrit’s hair, pressing on his head to keep him still as ifrit pants, his cheek smushed into the cushion 

alpha hisses as he pulls out of ifrit too fast, leaving the younger ghoul gaping around nothing. ifrit’s suddenly too empty and it makes him whine, “n-no, in alph’, in,” ifrit begs, though he makes no attempt to move, he couldn’t even if he wanted to 

“s-shut up, i won, my way,” alpha snarls through a grunt. his free hand barely even tickles over his cock before he shoots hot and thick up ifrit’s spine, fat drips of cum trickle downwards with every new load that erupts from his slit

“no, no, no,” ifrit whines, sounding beyond pathetic. he tries to his push his ass back as alpha makes a mess of him but doesn’t get very far with alpha still holding him down

a thin sheen of sweat coats their bodies as they attempt to catch their breaths, chests expanding shakily as they recover. ifrit’s back glistens with a mix of sweat and cum, splattered from his ass to his shoulder blades, alpha thinks he looks like a perverted piece of art 

“fuck,” alpha grunts as he straightens up, and lets go of ifrit, something low in his back popping as he stretches his spine out. ifrit mewls quietly, almost to himself but alpha hears it and gets curious, looking down just in time

ifrit is still partially bent over, his pretty pink hole winks at alpha while it attempts to clench around something, anything. alongside it, the spade of his tail moves sluggishly, going in the direction of a small puddle of cum 

the thin leathery spade on the end of ifrit’s tail curls in on around the edges making its shape something akin to a spoon and before alpha can ask what he’s doing, ifrit scoops the little pool of cum up and deposits it carefully into his ass, letting it drip, drip, drip, from the tip of his tail

“lucifer, you’re so desperate,” alpha scoffs with a roll of his eyes, though he can’t stop himself from watching. his eyes trail and map the path ifrit’s tail is taking up his back, “kind of embarrassing,” he huffs after a little while

“wanted it inside,” ifrit whines, high and reedy. he pinches his eyes shut as the spade of his tail wipes around his hole, pressing flat against his rim. out of the corner of his eye he watches alpha bending to grab his phone off of the floor, when and how it got there, ifrit doesn’t know, he wonders if he sent it flying by accident

distantly ifrit hears alpha tapping his phone, unlocking it he thinks but then, the little clicks of pictures being taken, of the embarrassing state of him no less but ifrit finds it just a little bit hot. he knows alpha will use those pictures for his own entertainment at some point

alpha raises his eyebrows at ifrit when he gets closer to him again, bending and hanging right over ifrit’s body as his tail seemingly completes its job, as a reward ifrit lets his spade sit comfortably just inside of his ruined hole

“don’t make bets you won’t fucking win,” alpha huffs, nipping at ifrit’s neck at the same time he slips two fingers past his relaxed rim, soaking the tips with slick and cum

ifrit cries with it, his body twitching and shaking as he pulls away from alpha, twisting in the chair until he’s slumping into it. he looks up at alpha with wet eyes and alpha, snickers at him and then turns on his heel

“you won’t ever win sparky, remember that,” alpha calls out as he throws his clothes over his shoulder and saunters out of the room, licking and sucking messily at his fingers, leaving ifrit spent, panting and naked in the arm chair

ifrit will remember it, it won’t stop him from trying again though

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! & comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah! send prompts to my ask box!

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[punkrockmlchael]

Imagine reader & rockstar!Gareth (or Eddier, your pick) doing the 'We Listen & We Don't Judge' trend on tik tok & people watch it, expecting hot gossip between the couple but it's just super sweet & wholesome the entire time.

Your mind once again my dear. Spectacular! (Give me 14 of them right now.) I loved the is for both but I’m feeling Eddie right now—I can write a Gareth one if yall want! (Word Count: 420) If you want to see another version for Eddie and one for the rest of the Corroded Coffin Boys click here!

“We listen and we don’t judge,” you and Eddie spoke simultaneously as you looked at your phone that was propped up on the table in front of you.

“You first,” you said softly, looking at Eddie.

Eddie nodded, thinking for a second. “Okay, well, when we first started dating and going out on actual dates.. I started a list in my notes on my phone of everything you would order. Your McDonald’s order, your coffee order, your favorite sub and toppings... that way, if I happened to go somewhere without you, I knew what to get for you.” Eddie admitted softly, looking at you.

“Really?” You asked, smiling at him.

“Hey, we listen and we don’t judge,” he replied, looking at you.

“Fine,” you muttered, thinking to yourself. “Remember that Thanksgiving when we went to the wrong house? I did that on purpose because I didn’t want you to meet my grandparents yet. I was so scared you weren’t going to like them and that my niece was going to hate you.” You admitted. Eddie smiled, looking at you.

“I had a feeling that you did that on purpose; you don’t just forget what house you go to for a holiday. But, I love your family baby, almost as much as I love you.”

You blushed, shaking your head. “We listen and we don’t judge.”

Eddie smiled, looking at you. His hand found your thigh under the table, resting on it gently. “I have a whole notebook full of songs I’ve written for you. Little lyrics, notes, there’s so many songs and partial songs in there that I will play for you one day.” You looked at him, mouth falling open as he spoke.

“Really?” You asked softly, a wide smile appearing on your face. He hummed and nodded, smiling wider.

“We listen and we don’t judge,” he said softly.

"I was too scared to talk to you but Gareth pushed me into you the night we met and that's why I ran into you... because Gareth literally hip checked me into your body." You smiled, looking at Eddie.

"Really?" He asked, a smile forming on his face.

"Hey, we listen and we don't judge."

"Yeah, fuck that. I have to go thank Gareth for pushing the girl of my dreams into my lap." Eddie nodded, standing up. He looked at you and smiled, leaving a soft kiss on your lips gently. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, Eddie." You smiled, leaning in for another quick kiss.

eddie tag list: wanna be added? comment + let me know! @keeryhours ; @the-witty-pen-name ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @hawkinsmafia ; @pupwrites ; @clown420cunt ; @exploding-bonbon ; @borhapparker ; @corrodedcorpses

[pretzel-box]

Tags: Comedy, Some Fluff, Streamer AU, GN!reader x Human! Sebastian

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"Pressured_Solace has started a stream. Click here to watch."

The blue notification button caught your eye as it popped up on your desktop, the usual alert signaling that your favorite streamer was live. A thumbnail of the game he was about to play accompanied the message, and without hesitation, you clicked to join the stream.

“Jellycatfished joined the stream!”

“Is that the real one??”

“Bet it's another faker looking for donations.”

A grin spread across your face as you slid your headphones over your ears, adjusting them for comfort as you leaned back in your gaming chair. Solace hadn’t noticed your arrival yet, too focused on setting up the stream and chatting casually with the early viewers. Hearing his deep, familiar voice through your headphones sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, filling you with a warm, giddy excitement. Pressured_Solace was your absolute favorite streamer—witty, thoughtful, and with a voice that could melt butter. Like you, he streamed without a face cam, leaving his appearance up to the imagination of his audience, which only added to his charm.

“I think… yeah, I’m all set. Everything’s good,” he mumbled into his microphone. You could hear the sounds of items shuffling around and the clatter of coffee mugs on a wooden desk in the background. Then he leaned closer to the mic, his voice dropping to a playful tone. “Test, test, 1-2, 1-2. Can everybody hear me?”

The chat lit up with eager replies—greetings, questions, and a flood of emotes scrolling by at high speed. The sound of his chuckle was like music to your ears as he tried to keep up with the barrage of messages. You could feel his excitement; it was the same rush of emotions and adrenaline that coursed through your body when you streamed.

“Alright, just a heads-up,” he continued, his tone teasing. “I got a new microphone, and I haven’t fine-tuned all the settings yet. So if you hear anything other than my voice… well, that’s just proof I’m not a robot.”

His joke made you laugh out loud, and without a second thought, you hit the like button to show your support. This was classic Solace, always with that sassy vibe and the funny comments right up his sleeve.

You moved your cursor again, hovering over the donation button as you carefully selected the amount, leaning forward with excitement as you typed a message to accompany it. Money wasn’t an issue for you—you had sponsorships, collaborations, and a well-paying side job as a secretary at a company called Urbanshade. So you took the liberty of spoiling yourself a little by supporting your beloved streamer.

“Jellycatfished has donated $1000. ‘You're telling me you are not an AI that will take over the world, Solace??’”

The automatic voice read out your donation, and Solace burst into laughter, probably shaking his head in amusement. “Welcome back, beloved Jelly. How many times do I have to tell you not to donate so much, silly?” His words were playful, but there was a certain softness in his tone, a hint of affection that made your heart flutter. Knowing that your favorite streamer had noticed you always brought a smile to your face. “But seriously, thank you, Jelly, for the donation,” he said warmly. “I appreciate your support—although I’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to buy my loyalty.”

You laughed, quickly typing back into the chat, “Maybe I am! How else would I get the attention of the coolest streamer online?” A quick moment of embarrassment filled you as you suddenly regretted your message, was it too cringe? Too much?

Solace chuckled again into the microphone, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “You don’t need to buy my attention, Jelly. You’ve always had it.”

The chat exploded with a flurry of reactions, hearts, and playful comments. You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. This was the magic of streaming—the hidden identities, the mystery, the fun banter. It was your little escape from reality, and you loved every second of it.

Just then, a notification popped up on the screen.

“Pressured_Solace has invited Jellycatfished to a private match!”

It was an invitation to a combat pvp game that grew popular in the past few days, blowing up on social media. It became one of your favorite things to stream, and Solace knew that.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glimpsed at the sudden invitation. A private match? With him? You quickly accepted the invitation, feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement. As the game loaded, Solace spoke again, his voice filled with that familiar teasing tone. “Alright, Jelly, let’s see if you’re as good in-game as you are at throwing money around.”

You laughed, feeling a surge of competitive spirit. It wasn’t the first time you played with him and surely not the last. “Bring it on, Solace. I’ve been practicing.” This was the last message you typed before the loading screen disappeared.

The game started, and the playful banter between the two of you continued over the ingame voice chat, filled with laughter, friendly taunts, and unexpected plot twists. The chat was loving it, spamming comments like “OMG, this is the collab we didn’t know we needed!” and “Ship them already!”

As the game loaded into the next round of the PvP arena, the tension between you and Pressured_Solace crackled like electricity. The map was a sprawling labyrinth of narrow corridors and open spaces, perfect for ambushes and quick escapes. You took a deep breath, fingers flexing over the keyboard, ready to bring your A-game. The chat, that was open on your second screen, was buzzing with excitement, filled with a mixture of support and playful taunts.

"Let’s go, Jelly! Show Solace who's boss!"

“Team Jellycatfished for the win!"

“Pressured_Solace may be good, but Jelly's got that magic touch!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the encouragement flooding in. The support from your fans always gave you that extra boost of confidence, especially when it came to facing off against someone as skilled as Solace. You knew he was good—really good. But you weren’t about to let that intimidate you.

“Alright, Jelly,” Solace’s voice came through your headphones, smooth and teasing. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

“Oh, I plan to do more than keep up,” you shot back, your voice light and playful. “I’m coming for you, Solace. How about a bet?”

“A bet?” He chuckles. “Sure.”

You started to smirk as an idea came to your mind. “If I win, I get to wish something from you.” It took a moment for Solace to reply, he was definitely teasing you by pretending to think. “Fine, but if I win, you're the one that has to fulfill a wish.”

“Deal.”

The match began, and you immediately took off, sprinting down a side corridor to grab some resources. You knew the map well enough to anticipate the power-ups and health packs that would spawn in certain locations. If you could get to them first, you might stand a chance.

But Solace was a step ahead. As you rounded a corner, you were met with a hail of bullets, forcing you to duck behind a crate. You could hear Solace chuckling through the mic.

“Nice try, Jelly, but you’re gonna have to be faster than that,” he taunted, his confidence evident.

Your heart raced as you peeked out from behind the crate, firing off a few rounds in his direction. He dodged easily, taking cover behind a wall. The chat was going wild, cheering you on, urging you to give it your all.

“Come on, Jelly! You got this!”

“Don’t let him intimidate you!”

“Use the power of the Jellycatfished!”

You grinned, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You quickly reloaded and made a break for it, dashing toward the nearest cover. You had to stay on the move—staying in one place too long would make you an easy target. Solace’s aim was deadly accurate, and you needed to keep him guessing.

But every time you thought you had a plan, he was already two steps ahead. He moved through the map like he was born there, seamlessly transitioning from offense to defense. You managed to get a few hits in, but he was quick to recover, always staying just out of reach.

“Having fun yet, Jelly?” he asked, his tone light but focused.

“More fun than you can handle,” you retorted, launching a surprise attack from above, dropping down from a higher platform. Your ambush caught him off guard, and you managed to land a few solid hits before he rolled away, retaliating with a well-placed grenade that forced you back.

The chat erupted with excitement.

“YES! Go, Jelly, go!”

“That was epic!”

“Don’t let up, Jellycatfished!”

Despite the cheers, you could feel the pressure mounting. Solace was clearly better, his skill evident in every move he made. He was precise, calm, and knew exactly how to control the flow of the game. You, on the other hand, were running on adrenaline and instinct, trying to keep up with his calculated strategies.

And then he made his move. In a swift, decisive maneuver, he cornered you in a dead-end alley, cutting off your escape routes. You fired desperately, but his shots were faster, more accurate. Before you knew it, your health bar was dwindling down to nothing.

“Looks like this is the end, Jelly,” Solace said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Any last words?”

You grinned, a surge of determination flooding through you. “Yeah… don’t underestimate me.”

With a final burst of energy, you lunged forward, launching one last, desperate attack. It was reckless, but you had nothing to lose. You managed to land a few more hits before Solace finished you off with a well-placed headshot.

“Defeated! Pressured_Solace wins the match!”

The screen flashed the results, and the chat exploded with a mix of cheers and playful groans.

“GG, Jelly! You put up a good fight!”

“Solace is just too good!”

“Rematch! Rematch!”

“That was intense!”

Breathless, you leaned back in your chair, a smile tugging at your lips. “Not bad, Solace. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad? I’d say that was a pretty solid victory,” he replied, his tone teasing. “But you did put up a good fight, Jelly. I’m impressed.”

You laughed, feeling a warm flush of pride despite the loss. “I’ll get you next time, Solace. Mark my words.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said with a grin you could practically hear through the screen. “I always enjoy a challenge from you.”

The chat continued to buzz with excitement, fans from both sides celebrating the epic showdown. Even though you didn’t win, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You may have lost the match, but you had fun, and more importantly, you had earned Solace’s respect. And that, in itself, felt like a win.

As the stream continued, you and Solace bantered back and forth, the playful rivalry only fueling the chat's excitement. It was moments like these that reminded you why you loved streaming so much—the thrill of the game, the support of the community, and the chance to connect with someone like Pressured_Solace, even if you didn’t know him outside of this virtual world.

But there was always tomorrow, and another game to be played. And who knows? Maybe next time, the outcome would be different.

A message plopped up at last, Solace texted you privately over the streaming platform.

“Alright Jellykitten.” He obviously joked by giving you such a silly nickname. “Time for my wish, prepare for your doom!”

“What is it, Solace?”

“Share your discord tag with me.”

[writermai05]

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Pairing: Joaquín Torres x fem! reader 

A/N: Guys i think the serotonin kicked in! Let's not jinx it though LOL. Here's a little drabble/oneshot Based off of the highschool sweetheart headcanons!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to  anything Marvel related, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot.

Warnings !: none, I think?

Sam was convinced that you weren’t real. 

It’s not necessarily because he thought that Joaquín would lie about having a wife, more he hadn’t expected a man so young to be married. 

Yet, here he stands, in the living room of you and Joaquín’s home, the space cozy and decorated in what seem to be years worth of countless memories shared between you and the boy he had grown fond of. 

While you and Joaquín focus on making dinner, he takes his time looking at all of the pictures. 

One that immediately catches his eye is one of the two of them, obviously much younger. Joaquín’s got on a black long sleeve and black pants. You’re dressed in a simple blue and white chiffon, A-line dress that ends at your knees. Joaquín’s arm slightly hovers over your waist, in the sort of awkwardness only a teenage boy can manage. Must have been for some sort of school dance, Sam deduces.

Joaquín steps away for a moment, going over to Sam. He smiles at the memory.

“That’s from our first homecoming dance together. My mom had to keep fixing my hair from how much I was fussing with it…I was nervous.” He chuckles. Sam bites back any witty comments he may have, solely because of how earnestly he talks about it.

Sam continues to look at the various pictures.

There’s one after what looks like his BMT graduation.

You and Joaquín’s faces are streaked with tears, but you’re laughing as he kisses the back of your knuckles. It’s sweet, but Sam can’t help but chuckle.

“You cried?” He teases gently, with no real malice behind his words. Joaquín huffs, pouting slightly at his mentor.

“It was an emotional day!” He tries to defend himself, but Sam can only laugh more. 

You wander over curiously, leaving the oven unattended for just a moment. You wrap your arms around Joaquín’s waist leaning your head against his chest. Sam looks over just one more.

The last picture he looks at is of you and Joaquín’s college graduation. You both have black robes on and the classic Miami green, orange, and white colored stolls over your shoulders. Joaquín’s on one knee, and your hands are over your mouth, obviously in shock. The moment when he proposed to you.

“That one is probably my favorite.” You say, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?” Joaquín asks, his head tilting to look at you.

“That’s when I knew I was gonna spend forever with you.” 

Sam watches as Joaquín melts. He wraps his arms around you, and squeezes you tight for just a moment before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. Sam smiles at the sight.

You were most definitely real. There was no doubt in Sam’s mind that the two of you were perfect for each other.