#something about his wild messy head has me captured

[copias-juicebox]

feral boy 💕

[sato-s-only-wife5107]

Reborn!Wukong: Kidnapped.

Word Count: 3042.

Content/Trigger Warnings: mention of poisoning.

Authors Notes: This came out a lot longer than I thought it would. There is another kidnapped thingy, but this one is based on the reader story and the upcoming one is a requested headcanon featuring all the Wukongs I'm doing.

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You were no weakling, but you weren't much of a fighter compared to the other two you were left with. While Pigsy protected the monk from the pack of wild beasts, you were accompanied by Wujing. 

In your defence… It wasn't your fault. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up in something messy that Wukong definitely won't like… Let's just say he definitely won't be a happy camper.

“I'm scared…” Sweat dripped from your forehead at the thought of how mad Wukong would be when he returned to see you gone. 

“You're scared?! What about me?!” Pigsy snapped. 

You looked at Pigsy with a blank look and a raised brow. You didn't really care about what Wukong would do to Pigsy, since getting into a spat was an everyday thing with them. You shook your head and thought of ways to get out of the pit you were thrown into. No, you hadn't put yourself in any danger, it was more of an unexpected attack that got you hurt.

In the end, you and Pigsy were somehow captured and brought to the deity of the area. Some water deity you didn't care to remember the name of who had the demons that kidnapped you under his control.

Sacrifices? You thought to yourself. With my luck, probably worse. Ugh, Wukong's gonna throw a tantrum.

“Hey, big sis,” Pigsy's voice broke you out of your state. 

“Quiet, pork chop! Who gave you permission to speak to the goddess?!” one of the guards poked him in the behind with their spear, which made him cry out.

“Goddess?” you and Pigsy questioned then looked at each other and back to the male.

Guess that explains why he's tied up, but I'm not… This is already so exhausting. You sighed to yourself. Yep, this is worse than a sacrifice…

“Brother Monkey is gonna kill me,”

“You're at fault, you slob, you seriously couldn't have handled this? You've fought armies by yourself!” you whisper yelled.

“I didn't see you do anything but running away and hiding!” he whisper-yelled back. 

“I'm not a fighter! My entire life in the Celestial Realm was lived cooped up with archives and medicinal herbs. I'm the brains in this team and the rest if you are the brawn!”

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Wukong sneezed three times in a row as he jumped off of his cloud. He shook his head and attempted to clear the ringing in his ears.

“Big brother,” Wujing’s voice got his attention.

“Where's (Y/n)?” he immediately questioned as he looked around for you.

He also noticed Pigsy's absence, but he was only focused on yours. He was relaxed and casual till he saw the look on Wujing's face. Seeing the demon squirm like that made Wukong uneasy, and he knew that his gut feeling telling him you were in danger was right.

“Um…” Wujing looked incredibly nervous as the Monkey King approached him with narrowed eyes. 

“What.happened?” Wukong questioned in a growl.

“They were kidnapped, (Y/n) and Pigsy,”

“By who?” Wujing didn't like how calm Wukong was at the moment, it never ended well. 

“Demons… We were ambushed and they were taken,”

“Which way did they go?”

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“My great goddess,” a foreign voice boomed like thunder, the male's arms spread wide to present himself with extravagance. 

The game of ‘Spot the Boss’ just keeps getting easier and easier… you mused to yourself, but managed to keep a straight face.

“My name is Bolin Aiguo,” the male’s voice brought you back to reality. “I welcome you to my palace.”

“Um… thanks?” you asked more than said.

“Destiny has truly blessed us today,” he grinned as he bowed slightly. “We have waited centuries for your return,” he said and motioned to the wall where a cloth was dropped.

“Heh?” you both looked at the painting on the wall and your jaw dropped. 

Is this real? You thought as you saw the picture of a woman who looked like you, but wore garments of a divine goddess. Could it just be a coincidence? Maybe the unlikely chance that’s my ancestor?

“Whoa, that looks just like you,” Pigsy's marvel made you roll your eyes and sighed heavily. 

“Your sense of perception is exquisite as always,” you said sarcastically as you looked at him. He returned your gaze with a glare, which got him hit in the back with a whip. You winced at the sound of leather on skin, it gave you goosebumps and chills, the bad kind. 

“Don't you dare gaze at our goddess like that, you disgusting pig,” the guard that whipped him spat, literally, at the pig demon. 

“Do not speak to him like that,” you said without thinking. You and Wukong were the only ones allowed to bad talk Pigsy to his face like that.

“Forgive me, my goddess (Y/n), your servant needed to be punished,” the male bowed. 

They know my name? What in the ten worlds is going on? This is getting a bit scary now… Wait, did they call him my servant?

“Um…” you glanced around. “I address my servants directly, no one is allowed to speak to my underlings that way.”

“You are such a caring Goddess,” the men marvelled, then bowed. “Very well, if that is what you wish, then that is what will be.”

“Good,” your voice broke, but you didn't think they noticed. 

“Goddess, I am General Hàoyú,”

“Hm,”

“I'm Mùchén, it's a pleasure to meet you,” the guard who struck Pigsy bowed.

“The pleasure’s mine,” you smiled as politely as you could.

“Please, allow the maids to show you to your room,” Bolin gestured to four maids who stood at the ready, “I've prepared proper clothing for you.”

Not good. Really wished this was a sacrifice situation right now…

“Unnecessary,”

“I insist,” he looked at you then bowed. “It would be my honour if you did.”

“I-” you cut yourself off when you saw Pigsy trying not to laugh, it irked you. “Please see that my servant be treated with respect and cleaned up as well,” you smiled, which made the pig demon stop laughing to himself and boy was he pale.

“Yes, of course, Goddess!”

“I'm gonna hurt you,” Pigsy seethed.

“Who's laughing now, porky?” you smirked as you walked past him.

The outfit they made you wear was one similar to what ‘you’ were wearing in the painting. It wasn't exactly your colour or style, yet it looked amazing on you, curves and all. The stylists that did your hair tried so hard to hide their disgust in doing your hair, obviously your hair that hadn't been washed in three or so weeks wasn't to their liking. Despite Wukong’s excessive grooming, nothing beats a good soak in scented oils and natural hair products. You coil get used to the godly treatment.  

When you were reunited with Pigsy, he was amazed at your change, not really believing it was you at first. You, however, tried oh so hard not to laugh at the state of the pig demon. He looked prim, proper, and clean despite still looking like a servant. It was definitely an improvement to say the least… you cringed at the thought that he might actually look borderline adorable. 

“Are your servant’s garments not to your liking, goddess?” Mùchén asked.

“They're fine, thank you,” you managed a smile. “If you don't mind, I'd like to speak to my servant alone.”

“Of course,” the guard bowed, and they all left.

“You clean up nice,” you snorted as you walked to look out your window. 

“Shut up,”

“By gods, this place is locked up tight,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Escaping subtly is out of the question. You might be able to escape and get the others if you shape-shift, but seeing those wolf demons they have stationed along the border, I doubt you'd get far without being caught.”

“These clothes are so stuffy, how could people dress like this everyday?” Pigsy complained.

“Try wearing one of these, then you can complain,” you adjusted the cloth that was tied tightly and securely around your abdomen. “This dress thing is getting so annoying,”

“At least you get treated like a god, I'm just some servant!”

“It suits you,” you smirked and looked at Pigsy before you looked at your reflection in the mirror. “Ugh, I can't wait to get this stuff off my face, so itchy…”

“What do we do, big sis?”

“Bid our time,” you looked at Pigsy. “Wukong will find us soon, we just have to hold out till then.”

“But who knows when brother monkey will be back, you know he takes forever,”

“Believe me,” you stared off into space. “He already knows�� he always does somehow.”

Before Pigsy could respond, someone walked into the room, you both mentally groaned when Bolin walked in. 

What does this hard case want? You thought to yourself.

“You look even more extravagant than I thought you would…” he marvelled, you couldn't help but blush at such a compliment.

“Don't you know it’s impolite to barge into a lady’s room?” you raised a brow.

“Forgive me,” he chuckled and bowed, offering to take your hand. “I was simply hoping to invite you to have dinner with me.”

Making it seem like I have a choice, how polite. You thought to yourself with a soft sigh. 

“I'd be honoured,” you forced a smile.

“The honour is mine,” he smiled at you, looking at you like he was hungry. 

“Did I hear food? I'm starving!”

Are you ever not? You thought to yourself in annoyance.

“Not for you, you disgusting creature,” he glared at Pigsy like he was scum. You didn't notice this, but your hand twitched slightly. You simply cleared your throat to steal his attention, which wasn't hard to do. “Please follow me.”

“Happy too,” you forced a natural smile.

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“Just one bite,” Pigsy continued to drool over the large assortment of food and drink served to you.

“Leave me be,” you shot him a glance then focused on your fish.

“Dear Goddess, c'mon, don't hog all the food for yourself,” he begged.

Pig knows how to beg when his stomach is concerned, I'll give him that much. You thought to yourself.

“Ironic coming from a gluttonous pig,” you barely spared Pigsy another glance before you smiled a bit. “Why don't you be a good servant and perform for me since you're so hungry,” you tilted your head, “after all, a meal tastes so much better when you worked hard for it.”

“I couldn't have said it better myself,” Bolin smiled at you, a smile that gave you the bad kind of chills. He frowned and looked at Pigsy. “You heard the goddess, what are you waiting for?”

This is gonna be good… you tried to hide the smirk. Suddenly, a chill ran down your spine and the feeling of being watched returned. Wukong? You thought to yourself, but after a few seconds passed with no sign of chaos, you guessed you were wrong.

“Where is he already?” you sighed softly to yourself.

“What was that, your grace?” you looked at Bolin and sat straighter.

“Nothing!” you smiled nervously, hoping he didn't hear you.

Maybe it was a bit cruel on your part to make Pigsy dance for your entertainment… but you didn't care. The entire situation was his fault, well, partially. Perhaps it was due to the lack of challenging fights that the two got a bit sloppy, either way… watching Pigsy dance was utterly hilarious, and you wished Wukong was there to laugh with you.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my dearest goddess?” you glanced at Bolin and closed your eyes briefly before you focused on your food.

“It has been entertaining to say the least,” you managed a smile, “overall, you have been an excellent host.”

“I'm so happy to hear you say that, goddess,” he mused and lifted his glass a bit. “Shall our days be like this one.”

“Pardon?” you looked at him, almost choking on your fish.

“You are to be my wife,” he smiled at you. “It is as prophecy has written, your return merits the marriage to the head of the palace, which is me.”

“I don't know about that, I am not interested in marriage,” you responded.

Especially not with you. You thought to yourself as the maid refilled your cup.

“I can wait, it is no trouble. You are worth it after all,” he said as you focused on your drink. 

“Hmmm… this drink is sweet, I really like it,” you looked at the red liquid in the chalice as you swirled it around.

“I'm glad you like it,” Bolin smiled. 

“What is it? I've never tasted anything like it,” you looked up at him curiously. 

Wukong isn't much of a sweet taste guy, I wonder if he’d like it… you found yourself drifting off to the thought of Wukong.  

“Nothing special,” he looked at his drink as he swirled it around as well, taking his time before he answered, “just a love potion.”

The words put Pigsy in a panic, not knowing what Wukong would do if he saw his beloved (Y/n) under the influence of a love potion with some random water deity who thinks you a goddess.

Did I seriously just get drugged? Is that way the taste is sweeter than before? That cocky bastard, what is he planning? You thought to yourself in a slight daze, but it only lasted a second longer before you got your senses back.

“A love potion?” you snorted, which took them both aback. “Are you truly that desperate to have me for yourself?”

“W-Why aren't you affected?” He stood up and backed away. “What are you?”

“Oh, you poor sweetheart… Love potions are meant to make you fall in love with the first person you see…” You stood and fixed your sleeves a bit before you looked up at the male in amusement. “But don't you know it doesn't work on someone who's already in love.”

“Impossible!” he barked. 

“I grow tired of this… we'll be leaving now,” you spoke, only glancing at Pigsy, who nodded and followed you. 

“Big sis, is that true?”

“Yeah, crazy right?” you spoke. “I read it in this book that I found, but I didn't believe it till now.”

“You cannot! You are our goddess!” he yelled.

“I regret to inform you that I am no God,” you called over your shoulder. 

“You are to be mine! It is destiny!” he yelled. You would've felt bad for the guy if he hadn't kidnapped and fed you a love potion, even if it tasted amazing.

“My love belongs to only one person… And you're not even half as good-looking as he is,” you folded your arms… The thought of Wukong started to make your insides feel warm and made you feel… weird. Especially when you thought of that smile/smirk you loved oh so much.

Is this what being drunk feels like? You thought to yourself before your focus was taken by the man child throwing a tantrum.

“I will slay this peasant!” he snapped. 

“You can try,” you looked up and smiled at the glaring monkey on his cloud, “but I don't think he's in the mood to humour you.”

“Sun Wukong?!”

“Who gave you permission to say my name?!”

Both you and Pigsy winced as Wukong beat the guy sound and proper. Pigsy knew that he was gonna get beat to a pulp too once Wukong was finished with the audacious bastard.

“See?” you looked at Pigsy warily. “I told you he'd find us soon…”

“Uh huh…” it was quite obvious that Pigsy was scared as Wukong was quick in finishing the deity and his men. Typical man, all show, no go… you thought to yourself before looking at Wukong as he wiped some blood off of his face. This shouldn't be hot… but it really is.

“So unfair…” you mumbled to yourself.

“Pft-” he eyed you, now it was your turn to glare.

“Shut up,” you folded your arms and looked away, but he forced you to look at him. 

“This look suits you well,” he leaned in and kissed you softly. “My beautiful goddess.”

“So you're not mad?” you peeked up at him.

“Furious,” he seethed, but caressed your cheek as he exhaled through his nose and smiled a bit, “but seeing you dressed like this… No man or demon could dare.”

“You sweet talker,” you managed a smile.

“I'm glad I'm the love of your life,” he winked with a smirk, which made you blush profusely.

“Exactly how long have you been watching?” you asked nervously. 

“Since you made Pigsy dance like an idiot, it was kinda funny,” he mused. 

So I guess I was right, Wukong was the one watching me.

“You were probably seething seeing that man hold me like that,” you smirked up at him.

“You know me well,” he nuzzled your cheek, “but today made me realize something.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“You're mine and that's how it should be,” he kissed your forehead. “You are mine, (Y/n). As I am yours.”

“Such a way with words…” You stroked the right side of his face. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. “True love can never be replaced or forgotten,” he looked at you. “When we collect the scrolls, and our quest is done… I wanna be immortal,” you cupped his cheek. “I want to be with you, the love of my life, for the rest of my existence and beyond that.”

“Sounds like a proposal,” he smiled a bit. 

“It's the same thing,” you smiled. 

“So be it,” He smirked before he leaned in and kissed you softly.

“Handsome…”

“Hm?” He looked at you as you rubbed your cheek against his chest. “You okay?”

“The love potion is taking effect,” you looked up with heart-shaped pupils. “My body feels hot…” You said as you got goosebumps.

“Not to ruin your couple moment, but we gotta get going!” You both pulled back and glared at the pig demon.

Damn it, Pigsy. Shut up for once. You both thought at the same time.

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[ricciardosheart]

I have so many short & sweet videos on my fyp right now. I can’t stop thinking about singer!reader announcing her f1 bf by arresting him and dedicating Juno to him like Sabrina does at her concerts. The fans would go wild!!! I’m desperate for this fic

I hope you like this, i wrote it on a whim

Title: Sweet Arrest

Summary: Sabrina Carpenter-inspired reader, a rising pop star, shocks her fans by revealing her Formula 1 driver boyfriend most unexpectedly—by arresting him on stage. But that’s not the only surprise she has planned.

The stage lights flickered as (Y/N) took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. Tonight, she wasn’t just performing for her fans—she was about to drop a bombshell.

“Thank you so much for being here tonight!” she called out, her voice barely audible over the deafening roar of the crowd. The energy was electric, every fan on the edge of their seat. They could feel it. Something big was about to happen.

After weeks of teasing and cryptic Instagram posts, the rumors had hit a fever pitch. Fans speculated about a secret romance, dissecting every tiny clue for answers. And now, they were about to get them.

"But," (Y/N) continued, pacing the stage dramatically, "before we move on to the next song, I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room. Or should I say... the race car driver?"

The crowd screamed, the volume almost painful as hundreds of fans shouted in excitement. They knew. They knew this was the moment they'd been waiting for.

"I think it's time for all of you to finally meet someone who's been... causing a little bit of trouble." (Y/N) paused for dramatic effect, leaning into the mic. "In fact, you could say he’s been... arrested for it."

The arena exploded with excitement, but before anyone could process what she meant, two burly security guards appeared from the shadows, dragging someone out in handcuffs. His head was bowed, his hair messy, but his trademark grin was unmistakable.

It was him. The Formula 1 driver everyone had been talking about.

Gasps erupted, followed by screams, as the fans realized they were witnessing the reveal of the year. He stumbled toward the center of the stage, fake "arrested," but clearly in on the joke, grinning as he locked eyes with (Y/N).

"You guys know who this is, right?" (Y/N) asked the crowd, her voice teasing.

"YESSSSS!" they screamed back, some fans chanting his name.

The guards brought him to the middle of the stage, and he looked at her with a playful smirk. "Really, babe? Is this how you’re going to introduce me? By getting me 'arrested'?"

(Y/N) shrugged innocently, flipping her hair. "Hey, you know what they say—you’ve gotta make an entrance."

The crowd roared with laughter as he shook his head in disbelief. "Well, I’m here now. Can you at least uncuff me?"

"Oh, I don’t know..." she teased, pacing around him like a detective closing in on her suspect. "You’ve been causing a lot of mischief. Breaking hearts, winning races... maybe you deserve to be locked up."

He leaned toward her, smirking. "Come on, I’m innocent. Besides, didn’t you say I was stealing your heart?"

The fans screamed even louder at the flirty exchange, some literally jumping up and down as the tension built on stage.

"Hmm," she pretended to consider, tapping her chin, "you’ve got a point there."

With a signal from her, the security guards removed his handcuffs, and he stretched his arms dramatically, clearly loving every moment of it.

As soon as he was free, he pulled (Y/N) into a playful hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. The crowd lost it, phones raised high in the air to capture the iconic moment.

"You’re insane, you know that?" he whispered into her ear, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

"And you love me for it," she whispered back, grinning as she was set back on her feet.

"Yeah, I do."

Just as the crowd began to settle, (Y/N) stepped back to the mic. "Okay, okay, now that we’ve got the ‘criminal’ on stage..." she glanced at him, winking, "...I think there’s one more thing we need to do before we move on."

Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. This wasn’t part of the original plan. "Wait, what are you talking about?"

She smirked, stepping closer to him. "You didn’t think I’d only arrest you, did you?"

The fans were on edge now, murmurs of excitement rippling through the crowd. Something else was coming.

(Y/N) turned to her band and gave them a nod. The lights dimmed, and a slow, melodic beat began to fill the arena.

"Surprise!" (Y/N) said into the mic, locking eyes with her boyfriend. "You’re about to join me in a duet."

His jaw dropped, eyes widening in genuine shock. "No way. You’re not serious!"

"Oh, I’m dead serious." She grinned, gesturing to the mic stand next to hers. "You think you can handle it?"

The crowd was going wild, chanting his name. The driver looked out at the audience, then back at (Y/N). "You know I’ve never sung in front of this many people in my life, right?"

"Guess there’s a first time for everything," she teased, handing him the mic.

He stared at the mic like it was a ticking time bomb, but the playful sparkle in (Y/N)’s eyes told him there was no escaping this. "Fine," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "But if I crash and burn, it’s on you."

"I’m not worried," she teased, and with that, the intro to a famous song they both loved began playing through the speakers.

The audience screamed when they recognized the tune—one of the most romantic songs ever written.

As the first verse began, (Y/N) took the lead, her voice soft but powerful as she sang into the mic. She kept her eyes on him, and when it was time for his part, she gave him a reassuring nod.

He hesitated for just a moment before bringing the mic up to his lips. "I can't believe you’re making me do this," he muttered into the mic, drawing laughs from the audience.

But then he started to sing, and to everyone’s surprise—including his—he wasn’t bad at all.

The crowd went crazy, phones lighting up the arena like stars as they sang along. The chemistry between them was undeniable as they sang together, their voices blending in a way that made the moment feel almost cinematic.

When the song ended, the fans erupted in applause, screaming so loudly it was almost deafening.

Her boyfriend looked at her in disbelief, still holding the mic. "You’re never letting me live this down, are you?"

"Nope," she said with a playful grin. "Consider this payback for keeping our relationship a secret."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, fair enough."

But just when the fans thought the surprises were over, (Y/N) leaned into the mic one last time.

"Before we go..." she said, the crowd immediately quieting, hanging on her every word. She turned to him, her eyes softening. "There’s something else I want to share."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this. "What now?"

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, shining object—a key.

"For all the trouble you’ve caused me," she said with a smirk, holding up the key, "I think it’s only fair that you get a key to my place. What do you say?"

The fans screamed even louder as his eyes widened in surprise.

"You’re serious?" he asked, still processing the moment.

She nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah, I’m serious."

Without missing a beat, he took the key, grinning as he leaned in to kiss her, the fans absolutely losing their minds.

The kiss was short, sweet, and sealed with a promise. A promise for more adventures, both on and off the stage, and a future where secrets were no longer needed.

As the lights dimmed and the final song began to play, the crowd knew they had just witnessed the concert of a lifetime—one filled with surprises, laughter, and love.

[peggingprowl]

A gift for @cmofirstaid! Hope you enjoy this as much as do <3

A Helping Hand

Summary: First Aid has been daydreaming about you and your touch. When you walk in on him, you decide to give him a bit of a helping hand.

Tags: oral sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, x reader, bot!reader, 1300~ words

First Aid bites his lips, stifling a whimper as he drags his servo along his spike. He slowly pumps it, taking his time to feel the texture of his biolights and ridges— all the while imagining it was your servos touching him.

The idea makes him whimper again. Frag. Would you tease him like this, slowly dragging your servo along his spike? Or perhaps you'd like to play with the slit on top, wringing out droplets of transfluid that you'd lick up.

"Ah, fragging Primus—" he moans, gripping his spike hard as he staves off an overload. He didn't want this to be over so quick—

"Need a hand?"

First Aid startles, squeaking in surprise as his facemask slams shut instinctively. Primus above, he wasn't actually expecting you to show up. He knew doing this in his office was a risk, anyone could walk in, but you? Of all mechs? He feels mortified, but his spike still twitches in his servo, betraying is arousal.

"I-I. It's. Frag me. I wasn't expecting any— Haven't you heard of knocking?!" he sputters, still painfully hard and exposed. He knew he should've gone with his valve, he could've closed his panel then, nevermind the inevitable mess!

"Oh, I did. You didn't answer, so I got a bit worried. Color me surprised to see this delicious sight," you purr, "You never did answer, Aid. Do you want a hand?"

He sputters for a moment, processor whirling as he tries to understand that curveball that just slammed into him face first. He's not sure that this isn't a wild processor dream, and he runs a quick diagnostic to make sure.

Yep. He's awake.

He watches you take a step forward. "C'mon now, show me that handsome face again," you crone, reaching a servo out.

He lets his faceplate slide back with a soft clink, mesmerized by your optics. Ever so slowly, you lean in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. He whines slightly, optics flickering behind his visor as you pull him deeper. He opens his mouth against your insistent glossa, the kiss quickly morphing into something more messy and desperate. Clearly you had been wanting this as much as he has— the thought makes him dizzy.

"Please," he begs breathlessly against your lips, his own grip upon his spike slacken.

Who are you to deny him?

You pull away, his lips swollen and flush from your kisses. How pretty, he looks. Kneeling down in front of him, you pull his slackened servo away from his straining spike and replace with your own.

First Aid's vocalizer hitches the slight touch, hips bucking up. You tut, swirling a finger around the pre-fluid already decorating his spike.

"Look at you, so desperate for my touch. Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you."

And with that, you begin to languidly pump, eagerly watching him for his reactions. You drink in the sighs and twitches and moans as he falls apart under your talented fingers. His servos grasp hard at the chair's arms as you drip a finger into his slit, his head tossing back as he loudly moans.

"That's it baby, make all those pretty noises. Let me know how much you're loving this."

"Ah, Hng— F-frag, please!" He whines, writhing under your touch. Broken moans laced with static pour out of him.

You lean in, taking the tip of his spike inside your mouth.

"AH—!" He cries out, delirious with pleasure. You hum around his spike, savoring the sweet flavor of his transfluid. Swirling your glossa around, you tease at the nodes lining the head, before dipping down into his slit.

He babbles broken pleas above you, and you feel copious amounts of pre-fluid leak from your actions. Seems like you found a sensitive spot. Good to know.

You double down, wanting to pull more of those wonderful sounds out of First Aid. He does not disappoint.

He wails in pleasure as you descend further down his spike, servo pumping in time.

First Aid doesn't know how much more of this he can take— he feels his overload approaching fast.

"I-I'm-! Frag— ah! I'm close!" He chokes out. You hum around his spike, delighted.

He convulses, moaning loudly as overload washes over him. He unloads a gush of transfluid down your throat— and you continue to suck and pump, eager to milk every last drop from him.

His spike gives another few twitches under your ministrations. He moans lowly, panting as he recovers.

You still don't stop.

He shifts under you, whining slightly. And then louder. You still continue.

First Aid thought you were done after he came, but evidently you were not. His vocalizer hitches as you prod his slit with your glossa again.

"Wha— what?" he stutters weakly, head lolling.

You pull off slightly, still slowly pumping away. "I'm not done yet, baby. Just hang on a little more. I know you can handle it. Let me hear you," you murmur.

First Aid only nods, mouth wide open as he pants, charge begining to simmer once more. He loses himself in the swirl of your glossa, letting you bring him back up to that peak once again.

Another hard suck and swirl, and he breaks, moaning weakly as his second overload crashes over him, transfluid bursting once more into your awaiting mouth.

With a slow pop, you pull away

"Good boy," you grin. His spent spike twitches at the compliment.

You give him a moment to recover, his fans blasting after the two back-to-back overloads.

You weren't done with him yet.

With a gentle servo, you tap on his valve panel.

"Huh—?" he says, picking his head up to glace down at you.

You grin up at him."Baby, I said I take care of you. I've treated your spike, but I have yet to see your valve. Open up? Please?"

First Aid contemplates it for a moment. Hng. He just had the best blowjob of his Primus damned life. That glossa on his valve? Would probably kill him. But what a way to go.

His panel slides open, a silent invitation.

His valve is absolutely drenched in lubricant from his past two overloads. The plush white folds gleam, highlighted by his pulsing red nodes. You lick a stripe along one side, gathering that delicious lubricant, letting put a pleased hum as he twitches under you.

You delve into his swollen folds, spurred on by the gasps and moans he gives. Digging your glossa inside of him, you trace every nook and cranny you can reach. Your servos grip tightly upon his thighs, stabilizing yourself. You flick your tongue to his bright node, swirling around it before gently sucking.

A loud, broken wail escapes First Aid. It was so much. He bucks his hips at the overstimulation, it was still so soon after his previous two overloads— and yet a other was coming at him like a freight train.

Another suck to his node. First Aid feels tears gathering in his optics. Frag. He's so close.

He lets out a sob as you continue, your vice-like grip not letting him pull away from the onslaught of your glossa upon his folds. Tears trickle down his cheeks, mixing with the drool that clings to his messy, flushed face. He grinds down, chasing the overwhelming pleasure.

First Aid tosses his head back, spasming as overload once more overtakes him. An absolute flood of lubricant squirts out of him, drenching your face and his thighs as he cries and whines, mouth agape.

You pull away, futilely wiping your face as he crumples into his chair.

....He's probably going to need a new chair. This one is absolutely soaked in his transfluid and lubricants.

Standing up, you cradle his limp head with your servo, giving him a gentle kiss. His mouth still open, he whimpers at the taste of his own lubricants.

"Good job, baby," you whisper, "Let me know if you ever need another hand."

[thetriumphantpanda]

congratulations on your amazing milestone my love 💜

this was nearly impossible to choose buuuut what if it was mirror sex and breath play with Dieter? what if that please?

WHAT IF I WROTE IT HAN?! WHAT THEN?! Heh. My first ever bit of Dieter writing so please be gentle with me, but I hope you enjoy regardless!

Thank you so much Han, I really appreciate the love! I think it was your reblog of my first Javi P mirror sex 👀 that made my followers explode a little, so thank you for always supporting me. 🧡

Pairing | Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.4k

Warnings | Explicit, 18+ Minors DNI. Mentions of smoking weed, MIRROR SEX, breath play and unprotected PiV sex.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.

He’s bored. You both are. Dieter’s break from work seemed like a really good idea at the time. A chance for him to recoup after back-to-back projects and a chance for what was a new relationship between the two of you to have time to actually blossom. Neither of you had really thought about Dieter’s need to be constantly entertained, his fingers itching to do something. Anything. All the time. 

He'd woken up from his second weed-induced nap of the day about twenty minutes ago and was already up and pacing the room, taking books from your shelf to flick through hoping something would catch his eye, or channel surfing the TV to try and find something to capture his attention. On the forty-fifth click of the television remote, because you were keeping count, you lost it. 

Pushing yourself up from the couch, you grab hold of his wrist, “I can’t fucking take it anymore.” You mumble, pulling him up and dragging him down the hallway of your apartment. 

You didn’t really have a plan on what to do once you got here, but you push him by his shoulders into your room, pushing him back until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he tumbles backwards. He grabs hold of you at the last second, causing you to tumble down with him, ending up straddled above his hips. 

You bend forward and start trailing soft kisses across his jaw, feeling his hands come to your ass where they squeeze, enough to have you whining for more. You push back slightly and feel Dieter’s already half-hard cock through his plaid pyjama pants. You loved this, the way he was always so receptive to you. You shimmy down his body a little, letting your own clothed core grind down into him. 

“Fuck, baby,” He spits out, hands flying to your hips to help guide your movements, dragging you slowly to grind against his growing erection, “Can’t believe I get to fuck you as much as I want now.” 

“I think you’ll find this was my idea,” You grin, moving to rip your tank top over your head, nipples pebbling almost immediately in the cool air of your room, “And I’ve got an idea.” 

Dieter sits himself up, wrapping his arms around your back to bring his mouth to your tits. He’s running the flat of his tongue over a nipple, using his teeth to make tiny bruises on the delicate skin around them, before he switches to the other side. It drives you wild, how this man has absolutely zero patience in any other part of his life apart from this, where he will happily spread you out and tease you for hours before giving you want you really want. One of your hands is running through the messy curls on the top of his head, the other draped across his shoulders as you continue to grind yourself down on him. You can already feel your pussy soaking through the material of your pyjamas. 

“Well, go on then,” He insists, finally pulling away from your chest, “What’s your big idea, baby?” 

You extract yourself from your place on his lap, standing at the foot of the bed, shedding the last item of clothing you were wearing, “First of all, stand up and take your clothes of.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He shoots at you, before scrambling from the bed, t-shirt dragging over his head to join your pile of clothes on the floor. 

You know Dieter enjoys it when you boss him around like this. He likes being told what to do, how to please you best, what you like so he can do more of it and what you don’t like so he knows what to stop. He likes it when you ride him, using him to get yourself off being finally telling him he can come too. 

Watching closely as he pulls the plaid down his legs, a smirk on your lips when he grips his cock in his fist and starts pumping himself, the idea forming in your head is becoming more enticing by the second. You wordlessly walk over to the full-length mirror in the corner of your room, placing flat palms on the glass. You look over at Dieter, who is watching with glazed eyes and an open mouth as you push your ass out and spread your legs, “Well, come on, big boy,” You coax, “Come fuck me where I can watch.” 

He's behind you in minutes, spitting into the palm of his hand to coat his cock before he’s lining up with your entrance, slick from the work of his mouth on your tits, and pushing into you, slowly letting you take each and every inch of his cock until he’s buried inside you to the hilt. 

You’re making direct eye contact with yourself in the mirror, the sight of your mouth dropping open turning you on even more than you already were. Dieter lifts his head once he’s found his rhythm of slow, languid thrusts, smirking at the way you’re watching yourself. 

“Don’t I always tell you you’re the most beautiful when you’re getting fucked?” He groans into your ear, one of his hands coming to grip your chin to hold your stare steady in the reflection, “Believe me now, baby?” 

He’s picking up the pace now, you can hear the slap of skin as his hips meet the skin of your ass, and when he finally hits that sweet spot inside you, you practically sing for him, letting your eyes trail down the mirror to watch as your tits bounce with every thrust. It’s delectable, really, but it’s still not enough. 

You move one of your hands from the mirror to drag his from holding your chin, to holding your throat. You’re looking at his eyes in the mirror as the widen, his hips are getting sloppy but still manage to drive you insane. 

“Go on,” You encourage, “You can squeeze a little.” 

His wide palm is covering most of your neck, a thrill travels all the way down your spine as he does squeeze. It’s light and gentle, barely enough that you can feel it, but it’s enough to have your pussy clenching around him. 

“Harder,” You beg, and he pulls his cock almost all the way out before slamming back into, “No, Dieter, my neck, squeeze it harder.” 

He does another tentative squeeze, tightening the way his fingers are gripping the skin to the side of your neck, which moves the pressure of his palm. You can still breathe, but it’s enough for you now, a devilish giggle falling from your lip, “You like that?” He asks, having not let up with the bruising pace of his hips, “Like when I choke you?” 

He lets up the pressure so you can talk, “Love it,” You moan, and then he’s squeezing with a similar pressure again, “I fucking love it.” 

“Look at yourself,” He’s back at your ear, “Stuffed full of my cock and begging me to choke you,” He nips at your earlobe, “Put your fingers on your pussy and come for me, baby.” 

You don’t need to be told twice. You lock eyes with him in the mirror, sticking two of your fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue over them, much like you’d done on his cock the night before, before they’re between your legs and rubbing hard and fast circles over your clit. 

Dieter applies pressure to your throat again, his grip a little tighter than the last time, and you’re done. The pressure at your neck means you can do nothing by let a whine drop from your lips as pleasure bursts through your body to settle on every nerve ending you’ve got. Your legs feel like jelly, if it wasn’t for Dieter finally pulling his palm from your neck to hold your hips as he brought himself to the edge, you’d have fallen. 

He’s pulling himself out of you, fisting his cock a few times before you can feel the warm ropes of cum spilling over your lower back and your ass. You feel him run one of his fingers through the mess he’s made, before he’s bringing his fingers to your face and watching in the mirror as you suck the finger into your mouth, tasting him. 

“So fucking hot, baby,” He’s smirking, reaching down for the t-shirt he was wearing yesterday, thrown to the floor without a second thought, before he’s using it to wipe the rest of his cum from your skin, “You wanna get high and order noodles?” 

You turn around, letting your back hit the cool glass of the mirror as he kisses you, “Hell yeah, I wanna get high and order noodles,” You grin against his lips, “You’re rolling though.” 

[mrsreginagold]

Fic: You've Haunted Me So Stunningly

Fandom: Nikita 

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Canon-divergent AU, a new take on 3 x 13. 

Summary: Ari Tasarov’s recent capture by Division has led to unwarranted, incredibly sensual imaginings for one Nikita Mears. A different kind of surrender is inevitable.

Author’s Note: While this is definitely inspired by a personal favorite Taylor Swift song, it’s also a way to pull together a few elements I’ve played around with already for this pairing. I hope that what has resulted both feels familiar and new at the same time, I do try not to overly repeat myself 😅, but I also love to experiment with my concepts. 

On AO3

My bedsheets are ablaze,

I’ve screamed his name,

Building up like waves,

Crashing over my grave.

Guilty as Sin, Taylor Swift

You’ve Haunted Me So Stunningly

His skin felt like velvet, warm and smooth beneath her questing hands. 

Nikita Mears murmured Ari Tasarov’s name with reverence while she clung to his broad shoulders, her hips canting towards his as they moved in time – a tangle of limbs and rumpled bed sheets. 

She had never meant for things to escalate in such a way, but now that he had her in his grasp: nothing else seemed to matter. 

Waves of pleasure struck when he altered course, shifting his angle to bury deeper yet retaining a slow, steady motion. 

It would figure that he’d be good at this. After all, he’d always had a knack for understanding what truly lied in her heart. 

She cried out and threw her head back as completion was achieved, his name a repeated murmur on her lips when she fell.

The former assassin abruptly shot up in bed as she emerged from her dreamscape. Her hazel-brown eyes were wide as saucers, her skin decidedly flushed, and she clutched the covers tightly to her chest before shakily whispering a curse. 

Haphazardly, she ran her fingers through her messy hair and attempted to regain her composure. 

Ari had been haunting her imagination nightly since he had been taken into Division custody, and the increasing eroticism seemed to be getting stronger as his time with them continued. 

With an aggravated sigh, Nikita tossed back the comforter and got out of bed. She had no idea what she was going to do about her unfortunate dilemma, but she needed to think of something fast. 

An opportunity arose a few days later. She realized that their guest was going to be staying with the organization for a significant amount of time, so he could do with some new clothes and some amenities. 

Instead of embarking on the mission to protect Ari’s son as she had initially planned, she sent Alex and Sean out and then dragged Owen along with her on an impromptu shopping trip. Her friend was roughly the same size as the man she who constantly occupied her thoughts, and she also figured it was better to keep one wild card away from another. 

Though the handsome Guardian did his fair share of grumbling the entire time, he was still willing to assist and act as a model for the outfits that she took care in choosing. 

The hour was growing late by the time she finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door to Ari’s temporary quarters. There had been a brief consideration over placing him in the underground prison that had Percy had been kept in, but ultimately she felt that it would have been too cruel. Instead – he was housed in one of the rooms that Division’s newest recruits had previously occupied. 

There was a click as the lock was opened and then the object of her affection was revealed. 

“Nikita,” a smile ghosted across Ari’s lips. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“I come bearing gifts,” she held up the shopping bags that contained the new outfits. 

“Please, join me. I was about to have some tea,” he gestured for her to make her way inside the room. “You look lovely, by the way.”

She smiled and smoothed over the skirt to the pale lavender dress she’d donned before going to meet him. The fact that he remarked on it made her pulse jump excitedly. “Thank you. How are you settling? I know these beds aren’t the most comfortable in the world,” she brushed past him to set the clothes down, noting privately that it appeared he had recently taken a bath since his hair was still damp. 

“It isn’t a four-star hotel, but I’ll live,” he chuckled wryly before moving to stand next to her and offering out a simple white mug filled with the hot beverage. 

She thanked him quietly and took a sip, her eyes roving appreciatively over his lean form, which was currently encased in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. The fabric was sheer enough to reveal the lines of his torso beneath, though given that the clothes he’d arrived in had been bloodied due to her interrogation, she supposed that he was merely grateful to be in something clean. 

He also had taken to leaving his collar undone just enough to expose a triangle of pale skin, which only served to fill her with longing. 

Dragging her gaze away from the downy hair that peeked over his clavicle, she focused on his angular, handsome face. The bruises and cuts were almost entirely healed, though there was one on his eye that had yet to fade completely. 

He noticed how intently she was staring and cleared his throat. “You brought gifts, you said?”

“Right!” she stopped ogling and quickly grabbed one of the bags. “I took Owen out with me to get an idea of the sizing. Hopefully I guessed correctly?”

He peered inside, his brows lifting in amusement. “I’m trying not to read that much into the fact that you purchased men’s underwear.”

“Well, I was trying to cover all the bases,” a blush crept across her cheeks. 

“I’m teasing, Nikita,” he stepped closer and reached out to flip away a strand of hair that had fallen into her eyes, his expression conveying only gratitude. “You didn’t have to go to the trouble.”

“It wasn’t any trouble,” her skin tingled from the brief touch. “Why don’t you try something on?”

“In that case, pick your favorite,” he placed his mug aside and gently took hers so he could wash them in the small sink that was against the wall. 

While he was busy, she spent a few minutes to peruse through the options before landing on dark jeans and a light blue dress shirt. 

“Here. I think this will look nice,” she handed the clothing to him. 

He accepted the garments, and then she turned around to let him change, though she desperately wished that he would let her watch. 

She heard fabric rustling behind her, filling her with gradual anticipation. It took all of her willpower to not sneak a look. 

After a few more moments, he tapped her on the shoulder so she could face him again. 

“What do you think?”

If she had been more prone to the dramatic, her jaw would have dropped. He looked magnificent in casual wear. The shirt, which matched the cobalt shade of his eyes, clung in all the right ways to his build, and the jeans fit him perfectly. 

“You…you look,” she swallowed a wave of lust before crossing further into his space. “Amazing.”

“Do you think I should roll up the sleeves?” He fiddled with the cuffs, his gaze catching hers. 

“Either that or untuck it,” she suggested. “Though, personally, I like it how it looks right now. Can I do something though? It’s been nagging at me.”

“Certainly.”

The way he looked at her, with open warmth and trust, caused butterflies to swirl around in her stomach. Still – since she had his permission, she reached up to card her fingers through his hair till it fell rakishly across his forehead. 

“That’s better. It makes you look rugged,” she whispered, her hands framing his face tenderly. 

They stood there, eyes locked, Nikita’s breath hitching as the mood shifted towards something far more intimate. 

She wasn’t certain if she moved or Ari did, but in the next instant their lips met in a long-awaited kiss. 

His mouth was soft against hers, the embrace tentative and yet filled with enough passion to confirm that what they both felt was absolutely mutual. 

He was the first to pull back for air, his arms curling around her waist to hold her close while he rested his temple against hers. “That wasn’t overstepping?”

“No,” she shook her head, fingers twisting into the soft fabric that covered his chest. “Actually the whole reason I stopped by was to tell you something.”

“What?”

She swallowed nervously before stating: “I’ve been fantasizing about you repeatedly for the past few weeks.”

There was a twinkle of amusement in his brilliant blue gaze. “Have you really?”

“Don’t make fun –

“I’m not! I swear, I’m not.” He chuckled, low and rich and only amplifying the desire that was coursing through her. “Nikita: I’ve had my fair share of fantasies about you too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, especially when your feelings are reciprocated.”

“Ah, yes, feelings…” she nuzzled him, relief flooding her heart. “Those are always a little bit tricky.”

“Always,” he aimed a beaming grin her way before requesting to kiss her again. 

It was an easily granted wish, her hands gripping at his shirt front to yank him in for an embrace that was more ardent than the last. 

Sparks erupted immediately, the pair guiding each other to the bed located in the corner of the room. 

Ari sank down, pulling Nikita with him as they met in multiple, heated kisses. Now that their unresolved tension was a thing of the past, it was a simple matter to give themselves over to natural instinct.

“I know I just asked you to try this on,” she settled against him comfortably, straddling his hips while slowly unbuttoning his top. “So, I’ll make sure not to ruin it.”

He sat up just enough to reach around and locate the zipper to her dress. “In that case, I’ll be sure to return the favor.”

As he dragged the metal down, his fingers brushed over her bare flesh. She had not bothered with a bra due to the structuring of the garment, and when it slipped down her arms and bared her torso, the glimmer of desire in his eyes was unmistakable.

Nikita briefly stood in order to let the dress fall to the floor and then climbed back on top of him to complete her own task. 

Inch by inch, her lover’s skin was revealed as she parted his shirt, her gaze roaming attentively to take in the lean, perfectly muscled tone of his chest and abdomen. 

Ari shrugged compliantly out of the sleeves and then tugged his arms free, surging up to kiss her soundly while her fingers coasted down. 

 Ridding him of the jeans didn’t take long, and it was only a short time later before they were both completely naked. 

The second their skin touched; it was like a revelation. Every dream and fantasy now paled in comparison to the real thing as they entwined with each other. 

His hands wandered in avid worship, ensuring that not a single patch of her skin went without some kind of devotion. 

She explored him just as enthusiastically, discovering the areas where he happened to be more sensitive and delighting in the reactions that she was responsible for. 

He claimed her mouth in another fervent kiss while he trapped her under his welcome weight, one hand drifting between her legs as his lips veered elsewhere.

She inhaled sharply when he latched on to her breast, searing heat enveloping her senses and arousal pooling at her center. In a way she had been waiting for this – to be completely at his mercy. 

It was clear that he wasn’t about to disappoint her, her nerve endings practically alight the longer that he paid her attention. 

She clawed at his back, her hips arcing in invitation when she could stand it no longer. 

Ari didn’t hesitate and joined them together with a decisive thrust, stealing another kiss before encouraging Nikita to move with him. 

She weaved her fingers into his tousled hair, marveling at how sensual he now appeared to her. Moisture glistened on his skin and  the gorgeous blue shade of his irises was less visible due to the dilation of his pupils. He leaned in to kiss her again as they reached a frantic pace, and she finally dared to drag her nails through the hair on his chest, reveling in their closeness. 

 As they reached their pinnacle in unison; she swore that the earth moved. Everything else ceased to exist and the sole thing that mattered was the man cradling her to him right before they collapsed, shivering – still connected and very much sated from their exertions. 

Several hours passed as the couple engaged in multiple rounds of lovemaking, eventually tiring enough to cuddle together beneath the blankets. 

Nikita lifted her head slightly from where she had pillowed it on Ari’s chest so she could peer up at him, tracing patterns along his still-cooling skin. 

He caught her hand right as she swirled a design over his heart. “That tickles.”

“You’re ticklish? What else don’t I know about you?” she grinned, dropping a kiss to his clavicle.

“Oh, did my prowess in bed not sufficiently answer any lingering questions?” He teased, though his expression turned candid when he shifted so they were side-by-side. “What do you want to know?” His hand traveled lazily along the curve of her shoulder.

Pleasant goosebumps prickled along her arm, and she snuggled closer. “Everything. I want to know your favorite color, what kind of food you like, your taste in music. Do you have any hidden talents and hobbies?”

He stroked across the jut of her hip before answering. “Let’s see. My favorite color is blue. I prefer any kind of food that I can cook to already prepared. I like a lot of classic rock and jazz. As for talents: I can dance, and there’s also the aforementioned skill in the kitchen; and while I haven’t done so in years, I can play the guitar and piano.”

“I can draw,” she admitted. “I love to read but lately I rarely have time. I prefer dogs over cats. I’ve trained with many weapons over the years, but I’m really partial to the bow and arrow for some reason. Oh and I sing. Not well, but you will definitely stumble across me belting out some Michael Jackson at some point, so I wanted to give you a fair warning.” 

“Now that brings a mental image that rivals the infamous scene in Risky Business, so I am demanding a performance when you’re willing.”

 With a giggle, she happily bestowed him a kiss, sighing peacefully before toying with the edge of the sheet that was draped over her waist. “You know, we’re going to have to explain ourselves eventually to Ryan. There are cameras.”

 “I’m aware,” he shrugged, stretching before flopping onto his back. “Let the entirety of Division know how much I love you; it doesn’t matter to me.”

She froze, not expecting the declaration.

Judging by the slight panic on his handsome face, he hadn’t meant for the platitude to slip so easily either.

A staring match ensued before Ari sat up, prompting Nikita to gather the bedclothes around her securely as she did the same. 

 He took her hands within his. “Apologies, I absolutely can do better than that.”

“I’m sure you can but I’m still fixating on “how much I love you,”

He ducked his head, a bashful expression that was at war with his nudity surfacing. “If I’m honest – I’ve been in love with you for some time now. I just never thought I’d get the chance to express it.”

She curled her fingers under his chin so she could tip it back up, blinking back genuine tears. “I love you too.”

He reached for her, and she went willingly, the two of them colliding in a romantic kiss that ended any further discussion. 

As far as they both were concerned – other priorities could wait. 

The End 

[stevie-petey]

Stug and jug head cannons that keep me up at night (I'm also just bored)

Every time Jonathan got a new roll of film he'd take a photo of bug first for " good luck". It always worked

When bug and Steve start dating,bug feels awkward going in for a kiss, so she'll cover Steve's eyes before. It never fails to make him giddy.

Jon and bug went into a photo booth together as kids, Jon wanted to kiss her for the last photo but chickened out. The photo is just Jon staring longingly at bug.

Steve has a crate in the trunk of his car to help him get into bugs window.

Jon used to play up his anxiety so bug so would comfort him.

Steve often has to hide in the closet from Ms. Henderson after he sneaks in. ( She knows, she just hasn't said anything yet)

When Steve and bug start dating they have to hide from the party because the kids will legit stalk them when they go on dates ( it's mostly Mike and Dustin making sure Steve stays in his place)

Steve and bug are such wild sleepers. They either end up tangled together, on top of one another or someone falls off the bed.

When bug and Jon were kids Jon would sometimes get jealous of the kids and how much attention bug paid to them.

Jon has a mixtape he made for bug prior to wills disappearance. He never gave it to her, it just sits in the back of his drawers.

Bug and Jon wanted to start a band in middle school. Never worked out but they were really into it at one point. ( Bug just went along with it for jon)

Steve and bug truly act like parents to the party. They talk about their schedules and who can do pick up and drop off. They keep each other updated on the kids lives so no one's left out of the loop.

Bug often stands on her tip toes to hug Steve. When she wraps her arms around his neck, he'll go around her waist and pick her up. He'll just hold her like that for a lil bit.

Steve likes to annoy bug, he'll flick water at her, ruffle her hair, pinch her cheeks, puff his cheeks out when she asks for a kiss ( she always does it back though). He also gets cuteness aggression, especially when bug first wakes up. Messy hair, puffy face, eyes barely open, yeah he won't let her go for a while.

Bug likes Steve's hands, he doesn't understand why but loves when she kisses his palm or wrist.

Jon used to paint bugs nails, he would hyper focus to make them tidy. He also liked holding her hand for so long. Now as a result she can't for the life of her do her nails herself. She'll do it messy and just clean the edges.

all the jon and bug ones :(((( oh my god they made me cry especially the photobooth one :(

theres just something so tragic about an almost love. you captured the bittersweetness PERFECTLY

and steve n bug <333 def agree with the crate one, mans comes PREPARED !!

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Going Through Hell With A Hangover

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Valentina thought things were starting to look up but dealing with a mammoth hangover things start heating up in the paddock.

Warnings: Angry Valentina! That is all

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Before I even opened my eyes I knew I was in for the hangover from hell, the room felt like it was spinning, my stomach was churning and it felt like I had a baby elephant stomping on my head.

Pulling the pillow from the other side of the bed over my face, I slowly opened my eyes, at least the pillow would shield me from the brightness of Hudson’s beach facing property in Miami. It was like he didn’t know what blinds or black out curtains were.

“How’s the head?” Hudson’s gravely voice appeared, it was slightly muffled due to the pillow over my face but I could tell he hadn’t long woken up himself. “You gonna be able to get through the media day?”

Groaning into the pillow, I squeezed my eyes closed throwing it across the room. Right now I hated myself, as if media days weren’t bad enough, I now had to deal with it whilst nursing one of the worse hangovers I had ever had.

“I’m going to take that as a no then.” he chuckled.

The weight on the bed changed signally he had sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to go through hell with a hangover.” I mumbled, slowly opening my eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room, at least Hudson’s large frame was kind of blocking the rising sun. “I must have been a real bitch in a past life, I’ve had nothing but shit luck over the last four years.”

“I wouldn’t call getting into the most sought after sports unlucky, sweetheart.” he hummed, brushing some of my wild hair behind my ear. “And plus you have me now, so I think your luck is changing for the better.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at his statement, maybe he was right. This was my time to shine and I wasn’t going to let a hangover stop me from dominating the weekend.

“I also think it is time you get that ass outta this bed and get ready for your day of hell as you like to put it.” he winked before pressing a kiss to the centre of my forehead. Without saying another word, he pushed himself off the bed.

I couldn’t help letting my eyes drop to his ass as he waltzed out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a tight black pair of Armani boxer shorts. Maybe he was right, maybe my luck was starting to turn, I mean I had managed to end up with a relationship with one of the hottest models in America. Running my hands over my face I finally mustered up the energy to clamber out of bed, grabbing the first item of clothing I could find, which just so happened to be one of Hudson’s t-shirts. One glance in the mirror and I was laughing at my reflection, the shirt was at least double maybe even triple my normal size and I could have gotten away with wearing this out as a dress.

Tangling my fingers in my messy hair I slowly made my way into the main part of the apartment finding Hudson leaning against the counter, coffee in one hand and phone in the other. The smirk on his face was wide and his eyes were sparkling from the sunlight bouncing around the kitchen.

“Seen something you like?” I hummed, in amusement as I made a b line straight for the coffee machine.

“Harley Davidson just dropped the pic of our shoot,” he grinned, looking up from his phone. “I think the picture they chose has to be my favourite of the whole shoot.” He paused for a moment, as a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Well, that's a lie, they actually sent us the ones that didn’t make it onto instagram.”

Instantly I knew which photo he was on about, it was the final one of the day where I was in nothing but a red bikini and he decided it would be the perfect time to shake multiple bottles of beer opening them all over me and the photographer managed to capture the moment I was covered in beer flipping off Hudson.

“Let me guess, the one where I’m flipping you off.” I giggled, glancing over my shoulder.

“You got it.” he winked, dropping his gaze back to his phone. “You fans are going crazy in the comments, look.” he smiled, passing me his phone.

I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the comments I was reading, he was right they were going crazy and it was safe to say with the photo I posted last night, no doubt the press images of us at the gala and now this the whole world would know that me and Hudson had something going on.

-

“Alors, à quel point as-tu la gueule de bois ce matin ? So, how hungover are you this morning?.” Pierre smirked, pulling his sunglasses down his nose to take in my appearance before passing me a much needed iced coffee.

“I swear I am hanging out my arse.” I moaned, taking a much needed sip of the caffeinated goodness. “But at least everything has just about stopped spinning. I just need today to go perfectly, do the press conferences and interviews, then I am heading back to Hudson’s and sleeping for the rest of the day.”

It was like the universe had something against me today, from across the paddock I could see Becky storming towards me. “Seigneur, donne-moi la force. Lord, give me strength.” I snapped, feeling my fingers ball into a fist.

“Just ignore her.” Hudson hummed, pressing a kiss against the side of my head.

“Easier said than done.” I scoffed, chewing on the straw in my coffee.

The thing that annoyed me the most was the amused look on her face as she looked me and Hudson up and down. Her expression changed to a look of disgust quickly before she spat on the floor.

“Well, well what do we have here?” she said, rolling her eyes before checking on her false nails. “It looks like you like sloppy seconds just like the skank I knew you were.”

Shaking Hudson’s arm off my shoulder, I took a step closer to the bitch standing in front of me, not caring who was watching as I squared up to her.

“The only skank standing here is you, bitch.” I growled, feeling my nails digging into the palm of my hands. This was the last thing I needed, especially today. “You think you are so big and tough but you only ever seem to make a scene when the camera’s are around. What are you hoping for? Your five minutes of fucking fame on DTS?”

“You think you fucking have the world at your feet don’t you?” she snarled, flicking her gaze between me and Hudson. “You think you are fucking untouchable don’t you?”

“Because I am fucking untouchable, you seem to forget you tried to get my arrest record used against me but that one back fired on you didn’t it?” I hummed, keeping my tone venomous. All I wanted to do was wipe that stupid little smirk off her face but this wasn’t the time or place to do so.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Charles rushing over, the sight of it made me roll my eyes. Of course he would come and try and save the fucking day.

“So I suggest you and your fake ass tits turn around and fucking walk away before you see a side of me you really don’t want to see.”

The moment Charles appeared next to us, Becky screamed with a frustrated look on her face before storming off into the crowd that had formed around us.

“Nothing to see here, people.” I shouted, holding my hand up in the air before turning back to Pierre and Hudson. “I fucking swear some people need to take a long walk off a short pier.”

Before anyone could say anything, I spun around making my way to the Alpha Tauri motorhome, knowing it would be the only place I could get some peace and quiet.

Today was going to be hell on earth.

Not even five minutes later the sound of the motorhome door closing echoed through the silence, I couldn’t help but scoff the moment that familiar scent invaded my senses. Of course he would come here, he couldn’t leave things alone.

“Vaffanculo, Char. Fuck off Char.” I growled, lifting my arm over the top of the sofa, flipping him off. “I want to be alone before the press conference.”

I was met with silence before the sound of his heavy silence filled the sound of the room before I felt his fingers brush against my legs.

I hated the fact that his touch still set my skin on fire, sending sparks throughout my body. The feeling of my legs being lifted up was followed by the weight of Charles sitting next to me on the sofa, placing my legs over his.

“The fuck you doing?” I snarled, refusing to acknowledge that I missed this contact, this closeness.

“I want to ask you something,” he said, aimlessly running his fingers over my skin. I tried my hardest to ignore the feeling, to block everything out but his touch still increased my heart rate, my body was betraying me right now. “I just want to know if you are happy, if he makes you happy?”

It was like someone had just dunked me into an ice bath the moment the words left his lips. Instantly I jolted away from him, throwing myself off the sofa, the feeling of being hungover long forgotten with the anger that was radiating through every bone of my body.

“What fucking right do you have coming in here sitting on the sofa, pulling my legs onto your and asking questions like that.” I growled, tangling my fingers into the roots of my hair. “Oh that’s right Charles, you have no fucking right. You lose those privileges the moment you picked her over me.”

He didn’t say a word as I paced around the motorhome, trying to process everything that had happened today. The fact he sat there in silence angered me even more.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” I snarled, kicking the chair across the room, this finally got his attention.

“Je tiens toujours à toi. I still care about you.” he said, making eye contact with me. “I will always fucking care about you, so sorry for checking in with you, sorry for trying to show you that I still care about you and wanting to know if you are happy.”

Tears burned my eyes, my vision was starting to get cloudy. I had no idea why I was at the point of breaking down, whether it was anger or the fact that Charles still cared about me. All I knew was I needed him out of my sanctuary, I couldn’t think straight with him around and after the morning I had I really needed some time alone.

“If answering your question will cause you to leave, then yes.” I growled, trying to blink the tears away, I refused to cry in front of him. “Yes, Hudson does make me fucking happy.” I shouted, slamming my palms against the kitchen counter. “I haven’t been this happy in fucking years, now leave I need to get ready for the press conference.”

I didn’t stick around to see what he said next or to even watch him leave, instead I tried to put enough distance between us as possible.

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[waltwhitmansbeard]

'gestures that gets me on my knees' prompt: "You want that, love? I want cuddles though."

Vaxleth in your 'grow with the flow' AU, because I have a soft spot for it :)

when they kiss you, hard, gripping, shaking breaths, fists in each other's clothes, against a wall, but they stop. and smirk, "you want that, love? i want cuddles though." and their grin is too wide, stupid and cocky and beautiful

It's no secret that after a few drinks, Keyleth has a tendency to get a bit...handsy. On a night, in their favorite corner booth at Gilmore's, with their friends all gathered and deep in their cups, sometimes Keyleth drapes herself onto Vax's side, fingers playing absentmindedly with the tips of his ears and feet twirling with his below the table. Vex makes dramatic puking sounds into her own glass whenever Keyleth tugs him in for a kiss, pouting and petulant until he obliges her, but Keyleth's mind is too buzzy and swimmy to care.

And then he takes her home, takes such good care of her, his arm around her waist and his body between her and the street, just to make sure she doesn't stumble into traffic as she talks loudly and animatedly with her swinging hands. He guides her up the stairs, laughing as she whines about their third-floor walkup, and then they're inside, in their little apartment, with her plants and his jacket and their cat purring atop the washing machine, and he smells so good, and her hands are twisting into his t-shirt to pull him closer.

She is fumbling, fingers clumsy as she pulls insistently at his belt, but he just laughs and presses her gently back against the door. "You are drunk," he rumbles in her ear, and oh, he smells so fucking good.

"You are annoyingly sober," she grumbles back, still trying to figure out how the hell this demonic belt works.

He kisses her scrunched nose. "Sorry you're a lightweight." He curves over her, captures her lips in a kiss that sweeps her breath away, until she gasping, shuddering the air in and out of her lungs and into his mouth. His hand, so rough, so tender, bring her wrists up above her head, pinning her back against the door, and oh, how her skin burns where he touches her. Gently, so fucking gently, he brings his thigh between her legs and presses himself up. Her head cracks back against the door as a moan quakes from her, unbidden and wild.

He freezes, his lips hovering just above hers. "You want that, love?" So fucking infuriating. She nods desperately. He pouts out his lower lip, and oh how she wants to bite it. "But I want cuddles."

Dirty, annoying liar, he is, with that grin on his face, wide and toothy and cocky and devastating. She surges forward, tugging against his hold on her wrists to kiss him, hot and messy and hungry, and he laughs again, aggravating tease, and then as fast as a snake, whips down to scoop her up into his arms. The world spins a little too quickly, and she's woozy for a moment, but then her back is hitting the mattress, and his leg is slotted between hers again, and oh yes, he is a tease, but at least he knows better than to start something he's not willing to finish.

[g0dspeeed]

Phone Number

A wild woman in a red ball cap is on the hunt for the elusive Eli Palmer and manages to capture his attention the only way she knows how: Through the Whitetail Militia security cameras.

Cappie De la Costa & Eli Palmer of Far Cry 5

"Um, Eli? Sir?"

The concerned voice hollered out from the surveillance room, bouncing off the concrete walls of the Wolf's Den and over the variety of ammunition, food stores, and outdoor supplies stacked on tables and in the corners of every room. Eli Palmer sighed from down the hallway. After jotting down a small note for later on his inventory list, he made his way over to address the next crisis.

The Whitetail Mountains were shrinking each day. More sightings of people in red balaclavas and large, white wolves reached his ears, leaving no trace when either he or the Militia made it out to the sites. Campers also told the Militia that they've been chased out of campgrounds by angry Peggies and warned to stay away from the old Veterans Center. No doubt it was Jacob's people, that Project that grew and grew like a sick, festering wound in Eli's side. Something was brewing. Something was about to fall on all their heads, Eli just knew it.

His neck popped as Eli entered the surveillance room. He found Wheaty inches away from one of the glowing screens on the wall. Tammy stood behind him with her arms crossed.

"What's wrong?" asked the tired leader.

Wheaty looked over his shoulder and pointed at the screen.

"Um, there's this uh, girl?"

"A girl?"

"Yeah, she's like, talking to you, I think?"

Eli moved to stand beside Tammy, his brows raised as he observed just what Wheaty tried to describe.

She stood below one of their hidden cameras—Well, supposedly hidden—eyes glancing between the lens and some far off place. Eli frowned. He knew the woman to be Cappie De la Costa, that tricky firecracker he found stranded the other day near the Den, all orneriness and flirtation in the form of a wild woman in a red ball cap.

Fidgeting. Restless. And her mouth running rampant.

"...Yeah, I dunno," she drawled. "Just thought more and more about the world ending and how I'd probably freeze to death or be eaten by a cougar, or starve, or eat a poisonous berry, and I don't know, what you and your–Army? Are you an army?–Um, people do, but like, I need help trying to figure out how to live in the wilderness, and like, you look like you know how? Oh! I don't, I don't mean that as like, an insult! But you told me you fought a bear once–"

Tammy turned to him, brow quirked and mouth a firm line.

"I never said that," supplied Eli.

"...And maybe you're not hearing me. Maybe this camera is broken and I'm just talkin' to myself! But, uh, I don't really know where or how to even find you? For real, I've asked around, but man, you're like a sasquatch or some other cryptid 'cause none of your people wanna help me! And no one has ever seen you, apparently, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that I thought that I could use your survival skills some day, so if you're free I'd like your services! I could pay you in money, grass, or beer! Maybe exchange hair care tips, I dunno, just offerin'..."

Cappie took a moment to breathe, turning her backpack around to rifle through its contents. After a moment of digging and a small 'Aha!', Eli watched as Cappie scribbled something on a granola bar wrapper with a marker and held it up for the camera.

A slow warmth spread across his cheeks and at the tips of his ears. A phone number, messy and smudged, was written on the colorful plastic.

"Guess I'm littering, but here!" chirped Cappie. "Call me!"

The camera caught her suggestive wink before it was obscured by the wrapper. Her footfalls crunched on the rocky trail, then quieted, leaving all three observers in silence in the wake of her one-sided conversation.

"Well," started Tammy. "This is a turn."

Eli was relieved that it was only the three of them in the room. That was, until he turned and saw that the whole Wolf's Den had stopped what they were doing to gather in the room with them, staring either at Cappie's phone number on the screen or their blushing leader.

Eli tried to talk, but had to clear his throat first.

"It's nothin'," he said. "I just helped her the other day."

Tammy shook her head and furrowed her brow.

Eli scoffed and offered a small smile.

"Don't you know?" she prompted. Her finger pointed to the screen. "That woman we just saw? She is in with the Seeds."

"Cappie? I really doubt it–"

"No, Tammy's right," chimed in Wheaty. "She and Jacob Seed had a thing and now there's rumors that she might be with John Seed."

Eli frowned. It seemed that his mission to stay out of town gossip bit him in the ass for he had no clue what they were going on about, and Cappie hadn't mentioned the Seeds when they first met, not that she would have any reason to, he supposed.

"We could get some information from her," shared another Whitetail from behind, the idea gaining some agreements about the room.

"Maybe bring her back here," added Tammy.

A calloused hand ran down Eli's tired face. If that all was true, it would explain the lethal look he earned from Jacob Seed after Cappie was dropped off from his truck, the pure hate he felt.

"We could," he admitted aloud for the group. "But Cappie doesn't seem like the type to be a part of the Project."

"Because you know her so well?" challenged Tammy. "What if Jacob sent her to meet you? To learn about the Wolf's Den? About us?"

A hot sigh left him, a ghost of the comfort he couldn't feel.

"So we let her in? We do what he hoped? I don't know her, Tammy. You're right. Which is why bringing her back to the Den is a mistake, whether she's with the Project or not. Until I learn anything else about her, this isn't Wolf Den business."

"Cool, so like a date then?" asked Wheaty. In response to Eli's blank stare, he added, "What? You got her phone number, so I thought-"

"Everyone, you're dismissed," cut in Eli. "Got a lot of work to do."

Wheaty flinched at the dull stares his question was met with, and obeyed Eli's orders for everyone to resume preparations for the oncoming war with Eden's Gate.

"I didn't even do anything," he grumbled before turning back to the cameras.

[tsintotwo]

(Part 1/4)

Like a lot of us, I've been going through Tom Sturridge's filmography since watching Sandman on Netflix. I've watched a good amount of stuff so far, and I have Thoughts™ . Writing a few lines about him in each of the projects (because apparently this is a Tom Sturridge fan blog now??)

Now, you watch Tom in interviews and he is the DEFINITION of a cinnamon roll, so you would never think this- but this man has been absolutely wildin for over a decade. The projects he chooses? The roles he takes on? Half the time it's as if he's like 'if it's not excruciatingly dramatic, absolutely insane, and/or heart-poundingly, breath-chokingly sexy, don't even bother'. Also something else I think I figured out from watching these and Tom's interviews- it's possible that in his mind, wild/dangerous = seductive. So, anytime he's playing a character of that sort, he turns it on and immediately has intense sexual tension with everyone in sight. It's mind-blowing.

This is what I've watched so far:

Like Minds/Murderous Intent (2006)- Eddie Redmayne's first movie. Tom plays Ed's boarding school classmate, a psycho. He was 20/21 in this, unbelievably pretty, and nailed the 'devil with an angel's face' character to a tee. The chemistry with Ed is, predictably, insane. He says and does some seriously disturbing things in the movie. This was so early in his career too! It's possible that Tom's always been a 'choose the interesting project' person vs 'choose something that might make me a popular sweetheart' person.

Waiting for Forever (2010)- I have to say this first, I legit loved this movie so much. It strikes just the right balance between soulful and real, and the whole effect is incredibly sweet and touching. They don't make movies like this anymore. Tom's character is a very innocent type: naive and clueless to the extent of disturbing, but full of hope and belief. Tom is SO good in this. He plays it a bit slow and spacey, and captures the wide-eyed wonder and confusion of the character perfectly. *chef's kiss*

The Hollow Crown s2 (2012)- This was a series of BBC adaptations of Shakespeare's historical plays based on English kings. Tom was Henry VI, and I was fkn depres*ed for a week after watching this, no lie. Henry VI on screen is spineless, pathetic, and being manipulated left and right by every single person in his vicinity. The politics is nasty, the murders are brutal, and King Henry, 17, doesn't want any of it (but is still too much of a wuss to give up his crown so he clutches on religion instead). Tom, with his young face, long hair, gray cloak and his rosary that he desperately hangs onto, speaking of hope and heartbreak in Shakespearean lingo, just made me feel lots of emotions - terribly angry and frustrated with the king, then sad and horrified for him. It was draining. (The series overall is fantastic tbh.)

On The Road (2012)- Based on Jack Kerouac's novel, this movie is all sorts of nasty- drugs upon drugs, lurid sex, people treating other people terribly. Tom in this is sensitive writer boi in unrequited love with a fuckboy, and his personality is "we can take sexuality out of it, just hold me, man". I pray for the gays who will see this movie now because they won't survive Tom in this. (I mean I'm straight and I barely survived). The messy hair? Thick black-framed glasses? The hurt glances? Manic-pixie smiles? Teary-eyed, swollen-lipped monologue? (Edit: Scene) I'm f*cking deceased. (No kidding tho, I can't take movies that are so on-the-nose seriously and I skipped through it, and still Tom with his limited screen time managed to make me genuinely feel for his character. He was amazing.) Fun fact: The scene of him being bodily carried away for a threesome and proceeding to break the bed (literally) lives rent free in my head. No, I am not all right.

Far From the Madding Crowd (2015)- Adaptation of Thomas Hardy's classic novel. Tom plays Sgt. Francis Troy (opposite Carey Mulligan) and is a regular no-good rake. Listen, you'd think Tom with his sweet mouth and wispy facial hair couldn't pull off a moustache. You'd be wrong. He looks great. And he has that charisma that makes you wanna drive off a cliff for him even though you know he's an asshole. They made his character halfway decent tho, Troy is worse in the book. (EDIT: No they did NOT! I was skipping thru the movie and missed a scene lol. But I've watched the whole thing now and, yeah). And Tom switches vibes from sinister to emotional without missing a beat. What a goddamned treat watching this man is.

I'll stop now, and do the next installment on another 5 Tom projects (I guess Remainder, Mary Shelley, Sweetbitter, Irma Vep, Sea Wall/A Life? We'll see.)

(Edit: Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5/ Bonus)

[igotanidea]

Kupala night : Morpheus x slav!reader

This one is for all my slavic!European fellas here. I take the liberty of tagging @somest1.

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Kupala night

I was born In 976 in a small slovian village. For the first 16 years of my life I believed to be just an ordinary girl, even if I was reluctant to the thought of getting married, raising kids and spending my whole life in this godforsaken hole. Everyone around me was living like that and were constantly trying to convince me that this was sort of a duty and I should get back down on earth instead of keeping my head in the clouds, dreaming.

Speaking of dreaming….

Nights were my time to escape reality. To get away from the mundane world, boring day-to-day affairs, the same circle over and over. Dreams brought me relief, feeling like I was in control, my imagination running wild. I guess my too-active-at-night brain captured the attention of the Dream Lord himself.  One night, he just appeared inside my dream, out of nowhere, for no particular reason and with no particular purpose. Dressed in all black, with messy hair and glistening eyes, wearing a log coat made from a fabric that I have never seen before. I was startled at first, but quickly regained my focus. There was something … intense yet also calming in his presence. Something was telling me it was no intention of his to hurt me or scare me. Since we were in my dream I took it upon me to host this meeting.

“Hello stranger. What brings you here?”

“Greeting, dreamer. I am Lord of Dreams, King of the Nightmare realm. Ruler of the Dreaming.”

“Sounds… powerful.”

“It is. And I am the one who control your sleeping hours.”

“I see” I nodded, my hair falling into my eyes. I hated those traditions, that a girl has to wear long hair up until she is married. This old custom known as “the first haircut” made no sense at all. “Thank you for that then, My Lord. Those hours are the only one that gives me a bit of peace.”

“How so?” his voice was dark and soft with a tone of curiosity which encouraged me to continue.

“I don’t think like I belong here. In this place” I turned my head around “I feel like I’m suffocating. I want more from life. I don’t think I’m like the other girls in the village.”

“You are not.” He spoke calmly taking a step forward showing himself in whole and only now I’ve noticed his whole figure. He sure was not an ordinary human with all his physique. Dream Lord, in some unimaginable way was both strong and muscular but also soft and delicate. Kind of man in whose arms any other woman would probably fall into within a heartbeat and the handsome one I felt like running away from as far as possible. Not because he was a stranger or because it was a shame for a maiden to be around a man without chaperone. Because I was awfully aware of my own flaws and this perfection in front of me made me self-conscious.

“And you came here to tell me that, My Lord?” I eyed him with curiosity

“No.” this simple answer hanged in the silence between us and I was wise enough not to push any words from him “I came because I was bored.”

“Just like me?”

“Yes” he hesitated “what you said about people being small, living on a day-to-day basis it true. Since the begging of my existence I never came across a human who would dare to question the reality the way you do. You are different.

“So different, most believe me to be a witch. Or a demon.”

“You are neither of them. I would know. But tell me, dreamer , what is it that makes you so?”

“Maybe I’m bored too. It’s not within my powers to stand against the customs. Some of them I truly enjoy but….”

“You seek freedom.”

“That I do.”

“Then let the dreams be your way to that. I will grant you this favor.”

“And what shall you require In return my Lord”

“Keep your dreaming. They may entertain me for the time being”

***

And so this agreement with Dream Lord (which I’ve later learned was named Morpheus) went on. Every night I was dreaming and he was watching from the distance. Until one June night where all the village were preparing for a celebration called “Kupala night” when no one was supposed to sleep. It was a festive that all the unmarried girls and bachelors were eagerly awaiting. The woods for fires was gatheres from the forest, the maidens were weaving coronets wondering what flowers and plants to use for them. One of the events for the night was called “unhanding the wraths”, some sort of prediction whether the girl will be married and to whom. Three possible outcome of that trial was either the girl becoming an old maid (if the coronet got stuck in the scirpus), the girl waiting for her beloved for a long time (if it kept on flowing on water) or getting married to the boy who were the first to retrieve the wrath. Of course, the first and second fate was worse than death and every maiden feared it, hence the discussion about the plants that will ensure success. For the sake of it I tried my best to involve myself in those preparations, but my mind was elsewhere. I truly enjoyed Kupala as a night of fun, music and fires, but it was also a missed meeting with Dream. Guess you can’t have everything in life.

When the night fell, the darkness came and the first fire was lit the celebration has begun. The oldest housekeepers threw some herbs into the bonfires – sagebrush, clary and some other as a symbol of fertily and abundance for the upcoming year. Then the village priest started chanting prayers towards our gods and everyone joined. Once we were done with the official parts, some of the elders came forward telling stories about the legendary fern flowers, which, once found, was a symbol of luck and allegedly – immortality. The boys were allowed to wonder the forest on this particular night In search for it. Honestly, the boys were encouraged to do a lot tonight, like jumping through the fires. Not one and not two of them ended up with burned pants but it was only an occasion for laugh and jokes. Everyone was united and that was why I loved Kupala, soon enough getting involved with all the magic around and forgetting about Dream.

A while later it was time for girls to flow their wreaths. We stood on the one edge of the river while the boys went to the other. With shaking hands my friends put theirs coronets on the water, fingers crossed, hugging each other, slowly walking towards the boys part to check the outcome. Surprisingly, only one coronet was left uncaught. Mine. It was just flowing on the water heading towards the unknown. As if I wasn’t already the talk of the people. This was only a sign that fate was not on my sign and my beloved were not to show soon. Truly, I did not care about it that much. While the girls were heading back to the settlement accompanied by their lucky soon-to-be husbands I had a different purpose in my mind.

Instead of following the crowd I turned into the dark forest path. If the legends were true and the fern flower could really bring luck and happiness then perhaps it would get me out of this confined place and help me travel and explore the worlds. Oh, how I wish for that. I was walking the path, silent pleading in my head, muttering the words and surely looking crazy at the moment. Since I was not paying any attention to where I was stamping my feet I tripped and fell down.

“Ouch.” I gasped as my nose and forehead starting to swell. “Stupid girl! Focus on what’s real” I told myself getting up and wishing it was as easy to do as to say. I gathered myself in best  intent to go back but before I made that plan into action I noticed…..

“No. no. This can’t be” . right in front of me, hidden underneath the tree trunk was … the fern flower. The mystical, magical symbol of everything everyone ever wanted. I immediately forgot about the whole world rushing towards the plant and falling on my knees next to it afraid to rip if off or even touch it. Instead I was just admiring it’s glowing, shiny petals, the delicate stem and leaves.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Gods! Dream! You have scared me.”

“Apologies.” He muttered looking down “but why are you awake?”

“We have a celebration, you know. A festive? As a being of years-old shouldn’t  you know about it?”

“Humans customs change. It is not my will or intend to know all of them”

“Shall I explain it to you then my lord?” I asked innocently, smiling at him still happy about my discovery

“You may. And… “ he stopped abruptly looking down where the flower was growing.

“What? What is it?” I followed his gaze

“This flower. Did you found it?”

“Yes. Just a minute ago. Dream? You got this serious face of yours, should I be worried?”

“No. But my sister would not be happy about this.” He smirked

“Your sister?” I frowned in confusion

***

 To cut the story short let me just sat that the legend of the fern flower’s immortal powers were in fact true. And despite Dream’s belief his sister (who was literal Death) did not mind. In her own words, she had to “succumb to ancient rules which were binding even for her”. And when she met me she was more than glad that I found it. She immediately started treating me like a sister and promised to keep in touch. Yes, that was not ominous at all. But speaking seriously, she was a delight. Not in the slightest what you may think of imagine death as, so different from her gloomy brother who had no idea about humans. Since I explained to him all the customs of my people, much to Death’s delight he started to treat me like his personal encyclopedia on human life. I was the one to explain to him things I never imagine would require explaining. Funny how it was he was so oblivious.

Since I became immortal I had to feel the village to avoid being burned on the stake as witch. Ever since I was travelling a lot, moving between places and countries, not really staying anywhere for long. Dream and Death were surprisingly helpful with that taking me in as a part of family. I suppose they were in need of someone who were as lonely as they were. Even if Dream would never admit that. But, since I was a woman it was obviously easier to form a connection with Death (you know girl to girl). Due to my incentive, in 1389 as the three of us visited some old tavern the sibling made a bet. They choose one particular man, named Hob, which Death blessed with immortality. The point was to see whether at some point he would seek death or would his passion for life stayed.

“I don’t see the point In that” Death opposed “we already have you, and you do not want to die, am I right?”

“I am not really a good benchmark, Death. I had no choice in that matter and just had to … adapt. But of course I am not complaining”

“she is right sister. We do not need another immortal human.”

“Oh, be quiet, Dream and just try to listen for once! You know what my friend, I will do it. I will grant him this gift. Do you take the bet, brother?”

“What bet?”

“That this man there will not wish to die, even after hundreds of years.”

“I accept. Therefore I shall meet him every hundred years and see where that goes.”

***

Hob and I soon became friends. I mean, how many immortals human with shared experience walk the earth. That was the thing that definitely brought us together. I really enjoyed living in the XXI century, but after so many years and so many changes I slowly started to miss my old customs, like Kupala, which people in the modern times forgot.

“Is everything alright with you, dear” Hob asked me on one June day. He was just about to attend his meeting with dream.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit stuck in the past. Did I ever tell you that back in X century my people were celebrating Kupala Night. If we were living in other times it would take place tonight”

“Yeah, you mentioned that before. I know about the …. Coronets, right?

“Yes” I sighed “guess my prediction back in time were right. I would never get a beloved”

“Really?” hob shook his head in disbelief “I think you should open your eyes, friend”

“Hob Gadling!” I crossed my yes “What are you implying? I though we were just friends!”

“I’m not talking about myself” he almost rolled his eyes “go figure it out, I’m already late.”

“Hob! Don’t you dare walking away from me like that!” I yelled but he just waved his hand in goodbye and with signature smile left the house. That cheeky bastard!

***

I opened my eyes and found myself in complete darkness instantly knowing that this was a dream. That or I was going crazy. Why else would my bed be on the edge of the forest? A familiar forest. Almost like the one I knew and walked back in X century. There was a light flickering between the trees and I instantly followed it, hearing the voices chanting some old prayers in ancient language I knew well enough.

“Perun, god of lightning, Weles, god of the underworld, save us from the demons, grant us safety and fertility. Bring us abundance and crops.’ The old man behind the fire spoke. I stood there with my feet rooted to the spot, tears threatening to fall down. It was like in the past. How I missed that!

“My child, do not lurk in the shadows, come forward, join our celebration” the man turned toward me and I was able to see his face.

“Iwo….” I whispered remembering the priest from the past. The only one to treat me like a normal person, never shaming or pointing fingers.

“My child, it’s wonderful to see you here.”

“But … but how….”

“It’s a dream, isn’t it” he smiled making me sit on the log next to fire “you missed Kupala and there we are. Do you wish to unhand the wreath or jump through the fire? Surely you don’t have to search for the fern anymore.”

I smiled faintly.

“It’s not the same. Besides, I do not have a coronet prepared”.

“Oh, but you do” he flicked the fingers and handed me ….

“Is it the same” I reached my hands towards the gift he was showing.

“The very same”. My old coronet from before 1000 years.

“How…?”

“Just go, my child…. It’s your second chance and who knows what the future may bring you.”

Hesitantly I get up and moved toward the river where the coronet was supposed to be unhanded.

“This is crazy” I muttered “but my whole life has already been so why not”. I let it go and slowly followed as it flowed. The memories from the past, the girls’ laughter, the boys’ teasing, the elders’ stories, the prophecies… I closed my eyes, trying my best to keep that in me, the ghost of past surrounding my every step. I didn’t really hope that the result I got back in the days would be any different. After all, I was alone with my thoughts in this forest. Not a soul around.

“my dreamer” surprisingly, dark, tall, lean figure emerged from the other side. It was almost like the day we first met

“Hello stranger. What brings you here?” I revoked the first word I spoke to him.

“I came to visit your dream. And perhaps, do something more “ he raised left hand in which he was holding …  my coronet

“How…”

“I believe this is prophecy?”  

‘Yes, but….”

“Does it not make you content?” he searched my eyes with curious expression on his face. His eyes were also hiding a bit of… fear of what I may say.

“Oh, Morpheus ….” I took a few steps towards him and hugged him not caring about the coronet getting crashed in the process. For a second I hid my face in his chest while he closed his hands around me “Is this a joke?” I pulled back frowning afraid he was messing around.

“Never, my love. I should have told you about my … feelings … sooner.”

“Then why now? What pushed you?” I looked him straight into eyes now noticing the relief and pure, undeniable love he was hiding inside.

“Well. Hob might have mentioned something about taking action and ….”

“And you listened?” I laughed “How out of character of you!” his grip on my waist tightened “easy, Dream. I’m glad you did. Hob can be a menace sometimes, but he is still a good friend. To me.” I added quickly “I know you do not need friends”

“But I do need you.” He leaned forward so our noses were touching

“So… are you gonna act on this need or …”

He didn’t let me finish as his soft lips connected with mine and we just stood like that, in a dream, In the middle of forest kissing. I guess the fern flower really did bring me luck.

@pinksirensong

[sub-danny]

Hey there, I was wondering if you could potentially write a fic of Niki x James but with y/n recording them? And maybe something like James fucking Niki in Niki's garage, maybe with a few different positions like on Niki's car for example. If you could that would be amazing. Thank you so much!

Back door entrance to the Garage

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: mxm reader smut, anal fingering, hand job, anal sex

THIS IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: I know it has been ages since I've written on here, but after chatting about launt on the classic f1 discord I knew I had to write a fic for them and found this great prompt in my requests, so thank you anon!

James's soft lips brushed over Niki's sweat-dripped neck. His skin was searing hot to the touch. James almost flinched back. It was messy. It was passionate. It was everything he wanted and more. His hands pawed at Niki's suit, tugging at the red material. He dug his fingers into it and tugged as harsh as he could. He ran his hands down Niki's back, stopping at his hips to grasp his handles, feeling the soft flesh that always drove him wild. Holding him tightly, he could rub his obvious erection against Niki's smooth ass.

"Stop being an idiot and hurry it up." Niki huffed, turning his head to the side to give James a hard stare.

This only made James laugh, bringing his large hand down on Niki's ass to squeeze it. Niki let out a soft yelp and jumped on the spot he stood on.

"Not everything is a race, ratty."

"Fuck off."

You smiled at their antics. You watched as James bent Niki over a table in the Ferrari's garage. His hands roamed around Niki's body, feeling his ass, hips, and belly. You never thought Niki would have agreed to the idea of having a threesome with you and James, you always thought he was a private guy and wouldn't want to have shared you, but it seems your little rat had a fondness for the playboy himself and was more than willing to explore it.

This new scenario was new to the three of you. Before you had always been involved in the activities, letting James or Niki fuck you, or even you fucking one of them, but for the first time, it was just going to be James and Niki while you used your cam recorder to capture the situation. You intended to burn the video on a VHS for all three of you to watch again after this evening.

You walked around to the front of the work table to look Niki in the eyes. Raising your hand, you cupped his face, running your thumb along his cheek as he melted into your hand. His ice-blue eyes looked into yours, and you could feel the surge of warmth from the first time you saw him fill you again.

"Are you sure you are okay with this, Niki?"

"Of course, y/n," he murmured as he gazed at your warmly, his lips curling up into a smile.

"This little rat will be just fine," James butts in, his teeth shining as he smiles at Niki.

"It would help if he wasn't a complete dick."

"It's what you love about me, Niki," James replies, and as Niki open's his lips to give another resort, James grasps Niki's crotch. He scrunched Nikitightly, and a moan was pulled from Niki's lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

You smirked, stepping back and flipping on the cam recorder. The red light blinks as James pulls at the top of Niki's suit and drags it down his body, slowly exposing Niki's soft back and boxers. When he reaches Niki's ankles, he lets it go, letting the material restrict his feet. James places his hand on Niki's back and ensures Niki is pressed onto the table.

Niki's hands scratch the table beside his face, bracing himself as he feels James' warm fingers hook under his boxers. James quickly yanks the white boxers down and exposes Niki's soft ass to you. James's firm hands grasped Niki's cheeks and needled them with his warm palms. You zoomed in on Niki's ass, recording it as it slowly became red under James's touch.

After a few minutes, James pulled the cheeks apart to admire Niki's puckered asshole. You could tell Niki was tensed from how he flinched and how tight his asshole appeared on the cam recorder.

Niki groaned, pushing the side of his face against the table as he tried to de-tense, knowing what was to come. You could see on the recorder how he breathed in a few deep breaths to aid himself. Meanwhile, James reached for the bottle of lube he had stored in a drawer of Niki's garage earlier. Hopefully, none of Niki's team had looked through that draw. James snapped the lid open. The sound of the lid opening seemed to echo through the garage. You watched as James poured a fair amount of lube onto two of his fingers, and then he positioned it above Niki's ass and dribbled some onto Niki. Niki gasped as he felt the cold lube fall onto such a sensitive part of his body. He could feel it seep into his cracks, some of it slipping past his rim and down to his balls. James pressed one of his fingers against Niki's rim, wasting none of the lube. He gently applied more and more pressure to Niki's rim until, finally, the rim granted the tip of his finger entrance.

James applied more pressure and watched as his finger slipped up to the knuckle. Niki groaned as he felt James's finger slide into him. Niki pushed back against James's finger to get it further inside him. James pulled his finger in and out a few times, curling it to find the spot inside of Niki that he knew would have his rat squeaking.

He twisted his finger and pressed against the warm walls of Niki's inside, and finally, Niki let out a yelp of surprise as James found his prostate. James chuckled, rubbing his finger along that little nub inside of Niki while his other hand held Niki down on the table.

You watched as Niki's eyes fluttered, his mouth opening to let out a series of moans. As James continued to dip his finger into Niki's ass, pouring more lube onto his rim to aid his finger, Niki's hips buckled, pushing James's hands into his channel further.

As you focused on this with the cam recorder, you noticed how Niki's cock hanging under the table lifted in arousal and hardened due to James's touch.

"Someone's enjoying himself," you tease, zooming in momentarily on Niki's cock. When you zoomed out, you captured the way Niki's face flushed as you brought his cock to attention.

"Is that so?" James practically purred in his heavily posh English accent.

James brought his spare hand down to Niki's cock and entrapped it in his palm. Slowly he pumped it, helping Niki get harder from the sensation. As pre-cum beaded at the slit of Niki's cock, James ran his fingers over his foreskin and pulled it back to rub the pre-cum down Niki's shaft. He rubbed the firm flesh, enjoying the feeling of Niki's cock throbbing in his hand as he continued to tease it. At the sudden addition of pleasure, not only from his ass but also from his cock, Niki whined, closing his eyes and pressing the side of his head into the table. He couldn't close his mouth now, panting like a dog and showing off the top of his teeth.

James pulled his finger out abruptly and laughed at the moan Niki made from suddenly finding himself empty.

"I didn't know the rat was such a whore." he chuckled, lightly slapping Niki's ass to make him hiss.

"I'm not!" Niki argued, raising his head, but when James pushed two fingers into Niki, stretching his rim, Niki fell back onto the table, moaning. Niki let out a groan of pain as James pushed his fingers further, testing the stretch of Niki's rim. Soon a blush appeared on the bridge of Niki's nose. His groans of pain quickly changed to cries of pleasure.

James continued to curl his fingers into Niki's prostate while thrusting them in and out of Niki's warm hole. He dragged them apart within Niki's ass, watching how the rim muscles strained and clutched onto his fingers. He started working Niki's cock harder with his hand, tugging it in time with his thrusts into Niki. His fingers squeezed it lightly. You could see more pre-cum leak from Niki's tip, spilling onto the floor.

As James dared to push a third finger into Niki, forming a triangle shape with his fingers, Niki lifted his head and let out a loud cry and shouted,

"Scheiße!"

His legs were trembling as James was pushing his fingers into Niki and pumping his cock with more force. As his legs twitched, both you and James knew that was his tale tell sign that he was close to cumming. He was on the edge of losing it, and only a few more minutes of James's expertise with his fingers, and he would crash down in his orgasm. Niki's fingers dug into the table he laid on, and he buckled his hips a few more times as he chanted, 'Scheiße'.

Just when you thought James was about to let him cum, James stepped away from Niki, pulling his fingers out and leaving Niki's cock untouched.

Niki shouted out, "Asshole," in anguish.

He turned around to glare at James with his ice-cool eyes while his chest heaved against the table.

Both you and James chuckled, making Niki glare at both of you as he huffed. Niki moved his hips against the table's edge to create friction on his poor cock, which had now softened.

James strutted towards Niki and patted Niki's ass, giving it a squeeze to hear Niki squeak.

"Such a lovely ass. No wonder you can feel everything wrong with the car, rat."

James trailed his finger along the smooth flesh and then down to the puckering rim again, feeling how the muscle contracted at the slightest touch. Feeling James circle Niki's rim with his finger made Niki whimper and moan.

"And so sensitive," James continues to tease.

"Get on with it, asshole," Niki growled.

"Not patient, though," you added as you watched James slowly undo his belt and pull his brown jeans down. Niki, however, couldn't see. James was undoubtedly larger than most you had seen in length and thickness. You knew it was one of the main reasons women were so infatuated with him. In previous times when you, Niki and James had fooled around, it had always been a struggle to get James in at first, but the pleasure after always made up for the pain at the beginning.

You kept an eye on Niki's face as James pressed the soft tip of his uncut cock against Niki's prepared rim. It shined with the lube James had pushed into him. Niki's eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly as he felt the hard cock press against his rim. His body tensed, muscles tightening as James pushed.

You moved the cam recorder away from Niki's face to get a good angle of James entering Niki. The rim muscle stretched around the thicker part of James's tip and allowed him to sink in a few inches. As it started reaching the broader part of James's cock, the strain hit Niki, and you could see him struggling to stretch around James.

You both heard Niki's whine as he felt himself being stretched beyond the limit. His fingers dug into the table again, and he shut his eyes. His breathing was heavy as he tried to relax as much as possible to let James in.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," James whispered to Niki as he draped himself over Niki's body and placed gentle kisses on his shoulder and back. He used his fingers to massage the stressed rim and help it loosen further.

James could push in a bit more, and he was now halfway into Niki.

Niki felt James slip in further and how his hard cock rubbed against his prostate, sending the feeling of pleasure through Niki's body. Niki couldn't help panting and letting the moans escape his lips at every thrust of James's hips. His rim strained further as it was pulled larger than he thought was possible, and the worry crossed his mind for a moment that he might bleed. He certainly felt the burn of James entering him. His walls were pried wide and pressed tightly against James's invading cock. The heat of James inside of him was overwhelming.

James let out a few grunts as he thrust his hips to fit the last bit of him inside. Finally, with a pop, his hips and balls reached Niki's ass, and he was entirely inside of Niki. Niki let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, as James stayed still for a second to let him get used to it.

Niki finally opened his eyes, smiling at the feeling of James filling him whole. His ass felt stretched and slightly torn from taking James in, but he felt like purring from how the pain melted into pleasure that buzzed in his brain.

"James," he whispered. "Get on with it."

James chuckled in his ear, which made Niki shiver in arousal. Listening to Niki for once, however, James pulled himself up off of Niki's back and grasped ahold of his hips that were bent over the edge of the table. His fingers dug into the soft skin, and slowly he pulled himself out of Niki, till just the tip was left in, and then he slammed forward again into Niki.

Niki let out a yelp of surprise, not expecting James to push in so quickly, but he got little time to register it before James thrust into him again. Niki groaned, feeling how James pushed his channel open again with each movement.

"Fuck, James!" he yelped after a brutal thrust into him.

You moved around with the cam recorder, capturing the way James's cock pushed into that wet hole, sinking in and out. It fluttered around him, still getting used to the stretch and strain of James being inside.

You moved to capture Niki's face. His cheeks burned red, and his mouth hung open as another moan was torn from his lips.

You could hear him whispering to himself in Austrian before he bit down on his bottom lip to stop all the embarrassing noises leaving his lips. Smiling at him, you step forward and gently caress his sharp jawline with your hand, letting his head rest in your palm. He opened his eyes at the contact and gave you a gentle smile. James chooses at that moment to push into Niki further, hitting Niki's prostate with accuracy. Niki's head shot out of your hand as he cried, the pleasure overwhelming.

You pulled back, watching Niki's body moving in time with James, meeting his thrusts with his ass. All you could hear was the squelching noise as James pushed into Niki's ass each time, but it wasn't nearly as loud as Niki.

Feeling a few tears fall down his cheeks, Niki pushed his face into the table, hiding as James continued to pound into him. His hips were twisting in James's grip, and you could see the amount of pre-cum dripping from Niki's tip as James continued to seek his prostate with each thrust. His cock was twitching in anticipation, the vein pumping with need as it showed through the skin.

Niki let out a few more muffled wails, and James let go of his hip with one hand to lace his fingers into Niki's soft, curled hair. He was gentle for a second, just holding the hair within his grasp, but then he yanked it back, pulling Niki's face up and off the table.

Unable to hide, you caught on camera Niki's face with tear lines down his cheeks as he gasped from the overwhelming pleasure. He was as red as a tomato, and his moans seemed to bounce off the garage walls. From how hard James was pulling on his hair, his top half was lifted, putting a strain on his throat as he let out a few gurgles.

James gave a few more quick thrusts into Niki, pushing his body forward with each one. Then he let go of Niki's hip with his other hand and brought it down to Niki's cock, where he started stroking him again. Instantly Niki buckled as James used the pre-cum to lube up Niki's shaft and help him glide his hand over Niki's cock. James rubbed Niki in just the way that he knew would get Niki to tremble.

"James! Fuck James, I'm going to-I'm, shit-" Niki got out through his gasps.

You watched as Niki's eyes practically rolled into his head, his whole body shuddered, his balls drew up tight, and the cum pumped out of him in streams and went all over the floor. His hips thrust forward and backwards, fucking James's cock into him further as James used his hand to milk Niki of all the cum he had.

After a minute, no more cum spurted out of his tip as James moved his hand. He let go of Niki's cock and his hair, letting Niki's top half fall back onto the table. Niki's breath hitched with every thrust James pushed in him, still moving inside of him while the pain and pleasure of overstimulation wracked through Niki. And all Niki could do was lie there, his face looking towards the camera as he moaned, too fucked to move on his own.

Slowly, James pulled himself out of Niki. Carefully, James wrapped his arms around Niki and pulled him off the table. Niki's mind was foggy, and he could do nothing about James picking him up. Carrying Niki bridal style in his arms, he took him over to where a table chair was. You had conveniently put it there earlier. James sat down on the chair and pulled Niki onto his lap, facing him.

You followed them with the cam recorder and zoomed in on the way James's hands wrapped around Niki's ass. Niki's ass was already grazed from the contact James's hips had made on his ass earlier. Niki's arms were now wrapped around James's neck, his legs around James, and the back of the seat. Their chests were pressed together, heaving in sync. James's lips found the dip of Niki's neck, and he buried his face there, pressing kisses on Niki's skin that had a sweaty shine. James could feel Niki's pulse and how rapidly it was beating through his skin.

As the muscles in James's arms tensed, pushing out against his skin, he lifted Niki up by the grip on his ass and dragged Niki down on his cock, impaling him.

Niki's back arched as he let out a silent scream, his fingers pulling at James's thick blonde hair in desperation as he was filled so quickly again. James groaned at the feeling of Niki tugging at his hair and his cock being surrounded by Niki's hot, tight body.

Making sure his grip was secure on Niki's ass, James lifted Niki up and down on his cock while he covered all of Niki's neck and Adam's apple in wet kisses. You could now clearly see in this position Niki's ass as he bounced up and down on James's cock, watching how it pushed into Niki.

Focusing on the recorder, you captured how James's cock quickly disappeared into Niki's ass and then back out again.

"How long can you last, James?" Niki groaned, letting out a little yelp as James bites lightly on his neck to leave a hickey.

"Hours," is all James has to reply, snapping his hips up into Niki to hear him cry out in pleasure.

Niki had barely recovered from his last orgasm, feeling the lingering pleasure of it floating in his mind. But now, in the new position, he was placed in, he could feel James reaching further into him than before, touching parts that hadn't been touched and carving a new paths open. All he could do was hold James's hair, keen as James's cock rubbed against his prostate and made the pleasure of the overstimulation run up his veins and into his head, tingling his brain.

James continued to lift Niki up and down on his cock for a few minutes, controlling his movements and pace. But James grew bored with that position. He tightened his grip on Niki's ass, his fingers squeezing the soft tissue tightly and holding Niki in place; he rocked his hips into Niki.

Unlike before, when James was careful with his pace to not hurt Niki after stretching him, James was thrusting as fast as he could. The slapping sound was loud, but it was accompanied by both the sounds of Niki's moans and gasps and James's grunts as he placed another hickey on Niki's delicate skin.

Niki would have to wear turtle necks for the next few weeks to avoid questions from the press and his fellow f1 drivers.

As Niki's body was pushed up and down by James pounding into him, Niki finally looked down at James, who had moved away from his neck. He untangled his hands from James's sweaty hair and instead used it to cup James's jaw and pull him into a passion-driven kiss.

You captured the tender moment between them on the cam recorder. How they delved into each other's mouths. You could hear the muffled moans as their tongues rolled together, dancing within each other's mouths. They pulled back a few times just to breathe in some air before their lips were on each other again.

Lost in the kiss's pleasure, James had slowed down his pace of pushing into Niki. It frustrated Niki, whose overstimulation was fading. Niki's chest rubbed against James, teasing his nipples and riding James's cock. You watched as Niki tensed, bringing himself up and down on James's cock.

Finally pulling away from Niki's lips, James moaned, his eyelids fluttering until he snapped back into focus again. In a moment, he lifted Niki off his cock again and, holding him, carried Niki over to his f1 car in the garage and laid Niki over the top.

Niki groaned, feeling his back pressed against the cold material of his car. There wasn't much surface of the car for him to be pressed against, and the slanted part of the car meant his ass was resting on the tails while his body was raised upwards on the front.

He had no idea how he would explain to his mechanics the next day how his car was damaged.

He groaned again when he felt James drape his body over him and pressed a kiss to Niki's lips to silence him. James's hands found their way to Niki's legs, and he got Niki to wrap his legs around James's hips and ass, pushing James towards him. With a grunt, James buried himself in Niki for the third time. With how much James had fucked into him, Niki's rim was looser.

Now that Niki had gotten over his first orgasm and the overstimulation had faded, the blissfulness and pleasure of James thrusting into him and hitting his prostate all over again filled him.

"F-fuck James, Clay was right," Niki groaned, his voice strangled. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back against the car he was being thrust against.

James, leaning up to swipe the sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes and grinned at Niki and asked,

"What did Clay say?"

Blushing, Niki looked away and muttered under his breath,

"That you are an immortal fuck."

James chuckled at Niki's reaction and at Clay's apparent words. He glanced back at you and at the camera to wink.

"I didn't know you discussed how good I am with your teammate. But I'm glad what's being said is accurate."

"Shut up," Niki groaned, his back arching as James pushed into him further at his words.

Niki's fingers were digging into the car, sweat all over the paint job. There was squeaking from the car as they moved together, and as James picked up his pace, his balls slapped on Niki. You watched as Niki's legs tensed around James, squeezing him tighter, and his legs trembled.

James hissed through his teeth, letting go of Niki's hips to grasp his hair and pull Niki into a kiss again as he rutted into Niki as fast as he could now, not holding back. He could feel Niki's ass sucking him in, begging him for more, and how could he resist? Niki moaned into the kiss, his hips moving in time with James and baring down on him to get James as far into him as possible.

James's other hand left Niki's hip and stroked Niki's rigid cock, resting against his chest and slowly dripping pre-cum onto his soft belly. Niki shivered from the sensations, whining as the pleasure tightened a knot in his stomach. James worked his hand harder, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Niki to tease him and gather some of the pre-cum to guide his hand.

Whining, Niki arched his back again, and with one final loud moan, he came over his chest; his rim tightened around James. It fluttered and milked James's cock as he pushed into him again.

Niki's eyes glazed over as he lost himself in bliss while James continued to thrust into him. He could feel his warm cum slowly fall off his tummy, dripping onto the Ferrari car below. He knew he would have to clean it later if he could, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.

James let out his own groan and swore under his breath, and finally, grabbing Niki's hips again, he pulled Niki as close to him as possible and slammed his hips, releasing into Niki.

His hips jutted a few times, in time with the cum that shot out of him and coated Niki's insides, while Niki moaned from the feeling of being filled by James.

With the cam recorder, you walked over to them, capturing both faces. You pushed it down, zooming in on how deeply James was buried inside Niki. Slowly James pulled out, and you watched as a trail of cum leaked from Niki's stretched ass.

Finally, after a moment, Niki opened his eyes and, at seeing you, beckoned you over. You shut off the cam recorder, knowing later you would burn it on a VHS tape to give to James and to keep for you and Niki to watch, but for now, Niki wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"Thank you for recording this." He whispered, smiling at you lovingly.

"Thank you, thank both of you, for being such desirable things to tape."

Niki blushed, and James grinned at you.

"Next time you're joining in with us again, y/n."

You smirk at James.

"You can count on it."

The three of you held onto each other's hands and smiled. The relationship between you all may be unconventional to people, but it worked for you three, and that's what mattered.

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Pep Talk

Bokuto Koutaro Oneshot

Summary: In which you give your boyfriend just the pep talk he needs, or in which Bokuto fucks his favorite cheerleader right before a big game

Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou x Cheerleader!Reader

Warnings: Smut, praise, Bokuto has a thing for cheer uniforms...? Unprotected sex

There was just something about you on game day that always drove Bokuto wild. Maybe it was your smile, maybe it was the pretty way you styled your hair, or maybe it was-

Oh who was he kidding.

The best part about you on game day was the way you always cheered the loudest for him, and that uniform.

That damned uniform that drove Bokuto absolutely wild every time he saw it. He couldn’t help it- with that tiny little skirt and tight top, it was impossible not to be attracted to you.

It was 1 out of 37 of his weaknesses. Put you in his proximity and Bokuto would faulter due to the way his thoughts immediately turned dirty.

That fact alone was precisely why you were being dragged into a random bathroom by your boyfriend, giggles escaping your lips as you cautiously looked over your shoulder.

“Bokuto are you sure this is a good idea?” You questioned as your boyfriend immediately plopped you on the sink, a wild look in his eyes as your skirt rode up just the tiniest bit.

“Are you kidding me? Baby, if I don’t fuck you now then I’ll never be able to focus out there,” His pink lips formed into a pout, making him look irresistible as he looked at you with shiny eyes. “You want me to win, don’t you babygirl?”

“Of course Bo,” You immediately nodded, causing your boyfriend to smile.

“Good. Then let me take care of you.”

In your entire two years of dating, you had known that Bokuto had never been a patient being. That was exactly why you weren’t surprised when he planted his lips on yours, capturing you into a messy kiss, his fingers immediately going to work.

First, he started by trailing them up and down your thighs, just ghosting over your skirt before deciding to drop a little lower. You gasped as his fingers began to explore your most sensitive territory, just barely padding over your clothed entrance before applying the slightest bit of pressure.

“So wet for me, already,” There was a grin a on Bokuto’s face as he pulled away from the kiss and observed the way your mouth dropped slightly. He could feel your arousal slowly building and the thought absolutely excited him.

Quickly, he began to kiss you again, but not before teasing you by prancing his fingers alongside your hips. He toyed with the hem of your panties for a second, and to signal your impatience, you wrapped your legs around him and hummed against his lips.

Please, take them off You mentally screamed at him, and Bokuto seemed to get the message because he quickly looped his fingers around the waistband and yanked them down.

The feeling of the cool counter coming into contact with your core had you gasping again, your boyfriend moaning as the bulge in his shorts grew tighter.

“Fuck, you look so pretty,” Once again, he pulled his lips away and took in the look of your plump, swollen lips, and the way your chest was rising and falling, eyes glazed over with lust. Just the sight of you mentally begging him to touch you had Bokuto riled up. He could barely contain himself as he leaned you back on the sink, your back touching the mirror as he gently spread your legs.

“Such a pretty girl,” He praised, sinking to his knees in order to admire your pretty pussy. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the hungry look in his golden eyes, looking like he couldn’t wait to devour you. And what do you know, it only took a few seconds for Bokuto to snap out of his trance, smiling at you before leaning in to taste his favorite meal.

“Fuck,” You moaned as his tongue came into contact with your dripping core, hips bucking at the electricity that went through your body. Bokuto’s tongue had always been magical, knowing exactly how to please you.

His lips immediately found your sensitive nub, sucking on it as his thick digits came to tease your folds. You moaned again as he glanced up to watch your face, satisfaction filling him at the pleasure that appeared once he slowly sunk a finger into your cunt.

“B-Baby,” You whimpered as he began to move, pumping in and out of your pussy at a steady rhythm. While his tongue carried on the assault on your clit, and his right hand took to pleasuring you, Bokuto used his left hand to reach up and yank on your crooked cheer top.

Nothing would make him happier than seeing your pretty little tits. You knew what he wanted, and so you quickly disposed of the item, throwing it god knows where as Bokuto hummed in satisfaction.

The vibrations against your pussy caused you to arch your back. With his relentless pace, you could that you were close. Bokuto could tell, too, as your walls began to clench around his fingers, little moans and whimpers escaping your lips.

“That’s it, let it go pretty girl,” He cooed, pulling away from your clit to watch in awe as his words sent you over the edge. Slapping a hand over your mouth, Bokuto came back up to hold you as you reached your high, a loud moan leaving your lips. You did everything you could to hide your face, burying yourself into the crook of his neck and biting his shoulder as you gushed all over his fingers.

“K-Kou,” Your boyfriend thought it was the hottest thing ever to hear you moan his name in his ears, shivers raking down his spine. He could tell you were shaking as you came down from your high, your body spent but that was just the beginning, Bokuto silently reminded you.

The hard-on in his volleyball shorts was painfully prominent, throbbing as he pressed against your bare pussy. You whined as Bokuto began to grind against you, still weak from your orgasm but he was desperate.

The game would be starting soon and Bokuto needed you. If he was gonna have any shot at doing well on the court then he needed to be buried inside of your pussy, and he couldn’t wait another minute.

Leaning down, he started sucking on your sweet spot as he held your trembling body and attempted to push the material of his shorts down. Bokuto had never been more grateful that Fukurodani had easy uniforms, as it only took a few second to free his aching cock.

You could sense his need as he pulled away from giving you lovebites and rested his forehead against yours. His pupils were blown, golden eyes absolutely wide and filled with lust. He was silently asking for your permission to fuck you, and once you nodded, spreading your legs wider just for him, Bokuto immediately wasted no time.

He gripped his cock and began to line himself up at your entrance, not even bothering to tease you as he pushed himself him. A low groan escaped his lips at the same time you moaned, your grip on his jersey tightening as he pushed himself in.

“Baby,” His eyes looked ready to roll in the back of his head, hips stilling as he grunted at the stretch. “You’d think...you’d think we hardly ever fuck from how tight you always are...”

A breathless giggle left your throat at his comment, quickly turning into a moan when he snapped his hips, slamming his thick cock right into you.

The way he absolutely filled you up was delicious, Bokuto rapidly beginning to pick up his pace to a quick one. Usually, he liked to take his time with you but now he had no choice. He had less than twenty minutes to get back on the court before someone -probably Akaashi- came looking for him. That meant that that you immediately fell victim to his powerful thrusts, Bokuto having to steady you with his body.

“God...have I ever...have I ever told you how much I love this pussy?” He asked, throwing his head back. His eyes were screwed shut in pure pleasure, his moans sounding like music to your ears. The way he fucked you was causing your own vision to be skewed, white spots appearing as Bokuto slammed into your sweet spot over and over again.

“Fuck, just like that Kou,” You held on for dear life as you were pounded into you, your back hitting the mirror repeatedly. All that you could hear in the bathroom was the sound of skin on skin, and the sweet moans both of you released.

From the way it was going, neither of you would last long. You both were too needy, too eager to hit your highs. And even though Bokuto had already made you cum once, you could feel it building up once again. Like a dam ready to release, Bokuto slowly pounded your walls until it broke.

Letting out a sudden cry, your body tensed up and you could feel yourself beginning to cream all over Bokuto’s cock. The action was sudden, your hands darting out for some type of support from your boyfriend. You were lucky that Bokuto was muscular enough to support the both of you, crying out as he reached his own orgasm.

The feeling of you wrapped around him, cumming just for him was too much. His hips came to a still as he groaned, the ace spilling himself inside of your pussy.

“Y-Y/N,” He was saying your name like it was a prayer, the word falling from his pretty lips effortlessly. All you could do was wrap yourself around him tighter, both of you faltering from your orgasms even though Bokuto somehow still had the strength to hold himself up.

“K-Kou,” You were convinced you weren’t gonna be able to walk by the time you came down from your high, your legs numb as your body shaking. Your back ached from repeatedly being slammed in the mirror behind you, but you supposed it was all worth it in order to see the grin on Bokuto’s face, well beyond satisfied as he came down from his own high.

“That was...” Bokuto moved his body away from yours in order to admire you. Your pussy puffy and swollen from his powerful thrusts, your lips plump, your legs still shaking from the intense pleasure and your chest still heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Amazing.”

Yeah, it was amazing alright.

“You’re telling me,” You grinned back, your smile a little hazy. You looked so cute, all fucked out. Bokuto almost felt bad for having to send you back so you wouldn’t miss your warm-ups, either.

“Come on,” He grabbed some napkins from the dispenser and wet them in order to clean you both up. Then, he adjusted your clothing and held out his arms for you. Quizzically, you rose an eyebrow, and that was when you suddenly realized where exactly you were.

“We have to get back before our teams get suspicious,” Bokuto reminded you, causing your eyes to go wide.

“Shit!”

Your captain was totally gonna kill you! While you were in the bathroom quite literally fucking around, she was probably pissed and waiting for you on the court. All cheerleaders were supposed to be there an hour before to stretch. Now, you probably only had ten minutes at the max. “Yui is totally gonna kill me!”

“Well come on them,” Bokuto motioned to his arms again. “We can still get you back before she completely looses her shit,” He said.

You grimaced. “Yeah but...how am I supposed to cheer when I can barely feel my legs, Bo?”

“Oh.”

It seemed that in his horny pursuit Bokuto didn’t really think of the consequences. His favorite little cheerleader had now been absolutely ruined, barely able to walk as he helped you to the ground.

“Maybe...maybe I can tell her you were sick. You could sit this game out,” Bokuto offered, trying not to smirk at the way you hobbled towards the door, you uniform ever-so slightly crooked.

“You’d do that for me?” You turned to him and smiled.

“Well...what choice do I have?” Bokuto snickered. “I kinda ruined her best cheerleader.”

“Oh shut up!” You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed his shoulder, even though you knew he was right. “It’s not that bad!”

“Then why are you still holding onto the counter to walk?” Bokuto challenged.

You stayed quiet.

“Exactly,” He smirked. “But don’t worry princess- I know I fucked you good but I’m still gonna take care of you. Come on, lemme carry you.”

“No, you’re mean,” You pouted and leaned into the counter, crossing your arms. “Making fun of me after I just let you fuck me.”

“Awe Princess,” Bokuto chuckled at your scrunched up face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you.”

“Yes you did,” You stuck your tongue out at him. “...But I guess I have no choice.”

“Come on then,” Bokuto grinned as he scooped you up bridal style, effectively carrying you out of the bathroom in his arms. While exiting, a few passerby’s gave you guys weird looks for leaving the bathroom at the same time but Bokuto simply ignored them as you hid your face in his arms.

“Princess? You can look now- we’re on the court,” Bokuto chuckled at your embarrassed figure, stopping on the edge of the arena and placing you down. Immediately, he could see the heated stares of his teammates and your captain causing you both to wince.

“See you after the game, yeah? And good luck,” You grinned up at him as your captain began stomping over, profanities already forming on her lips. However, you ignored her and instead focused on Bokuto, who nodded and leaned down to give you a quick kiss.

“Thanks for the pep talk babe,” He beamed and winked down at you, pulling you into one last hug before stalking off. You could already hear Akaashi’s curious voice and the sound of Bokuto making up some excuse. Meanwhile, you had to deal with an angry Yui but you supposed it was all worth once you watched Bokuto play-

From on the sidelines, of course.

[astralis01]

Tim Drake X Reader: Dinner

 Request: Tim x male reader . Tim bring his bf to the manner for a family dinner and crazy shit happening in that night.

Requested By: @imgayandilikeit

“You know Master Tim, you should bring your boyfriend to meet us tomorrow,” Alfred said as the whole Wayne family had sat down to eat dinner. A blanket of silence encased them broken by Dick who exclaimed, “Wait, Timmy has a boyfriend?”

Tim looked at his plate and then glared at Dick and said, “Yes, I have a boyfriend. His name is Y/n and he’s very nice.”

Cass signed from the other end We are happy for you while Stephanie slapped him on his back and exclaimed, “I knew it you had it into you to confess to him.”

Bruce, who was sitting silently at the table then said, “Why don’t you bring him over as Alfred suggested. We could meet him tomorrow.”

Damian glared and then smirked and said, “Oh yes, we have to see how much is Drake paying him to act like his beloved.”

Tim got up and screamed at him, “Oh you little-. Wait, I’ll just call him to give you your peace of mind Demon.”

Dick spoke up, “Timmy, you don’t-”

Tim glared at everyone as if daring to object and said, “No I do. Anyway, I need to ask him about the dinner.”

Tim dialled Y/n’s number, still glaring at everyone when the rising stopped. A soft voice was heard from the other side and Tim’s face softened. “Hey Timmy, you fine?”

“Yeah, thought I’d call you to ask something. You free at 8 tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, my family is insisting on meeting you. You okay with that?”

“Oh yes. Wait, a minute Timmy.” There were some shuffling sounds heard on the other end and then the voice rang out, “Noice, noice, noice. I’ll be there. Wayne Manor, right?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

There was laughing at the other end and then the voice said, “Dude, I know how to drive and Wayne Manor is the big, famous building. I’ll reach there.”

“You drive like a maniac.”

“No Timmy. I drive like someone who knows to live life to its fullest. We die wild.”

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll try to. See you tomorrow then. Bonne Nuit.”

“French today, huh. Well, then Bonne Nuit to you too.”

And with that, the voice was cut off and Tim said, “Well, does that satisfy you all. Now, let’s eat.” His voice did not leave any room for argument.

Cass signed You two are very cute.

Tim sighed and ran his fingers through his already messy hair and said, “Thank you.”

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The next day was a tense affair. At sharp 8, there was a knock on the door. Tim practically skipped opening the door. There stood Y/n, in all his glory with a container in his hands.

“Hey, Timmy. I brought some of my lava cake for you guys. Hopefully, you all do like cake.”

Dick barrelled towards both of them and said, “Oh we do love cake, especially chocolate cakes. Please come in.”

Y/n handed Dick the cake who joyfully took it from his hands and flipped over the couch with the container tightly grasped in his hands.

He then walked over to Tim and said, “Hey babe. Howdy?” and then leaned over to kiss Tim on his cheeks.

Tim blushed and tried to push him away but anyone who was looking at the couple could see that he wasn’t trying very hard. After that, Y/n was approached by Cass and Stephanie.

“You dating Tim?” Cass’ broken English question was voiced out. Y/n looked confused, looked towards Tim and then looked back at Cass and nodded. Cass gave a nod of approval and before anybody could grasp what was happening, Y/n was flipped over. Tim yelled, “Cass” and rushed over to help him up but then Cass stopped him. “You hurt Tim, you get worse,” Cass said.

Y/n got up from the floor, rubbing his head and grinned at Tim, “You didn’t tell me you had such a badass sister,” and then he looked at her and said, “I’m pretty sure my accounts will be gone if I hurt Tim, but thanks for the warning. A formal hello in place. My name is Y/n. Nice to meet you, Cass, I assume.” Cass smiled happily and shook the hand which was given to him.

Then he moved to Steph and said, “Dude, nice to see you here”, and hugged her while Steph said, “Well, it was a surprise that he kept it a secret from me.”

Tim moved from his place and said, “Come, Bruce is waiting for us.” Tim then leaned over to give him a fleeting kiss on his cheeks and then moved his fingers to intertwine with Y/n’s.

The welcoming committee behind them was almost dying with how cute they both were but refrained from saying anything.

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Dinner was a tense affair but Y/n continued to eat so it was a win for the Bat clan and Bruce awkwardly broke the silence, “So how long have you two been dating?” Y/n continued to eat but when he heard that no one was answering he looked up and saw that the question was directed to him.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you asked Tim but we’ve been dating for like 6 months now, I think.” He looked to Tim and said, “This food is delicious. When we were suffering because of our combined horrible attempts at cooking, why didn’t you tell me about this,” while gesturing towards the food on the table as if trying to capture what his words could not say.

Tim tried to answer but then Damian who was sitting beside Bruce said, “Is Drake paying you to be his significant other because all he does is sit inside and work.”

Y/n burst out laughing and said, “Oh my god. Timmy, your family is pure gold, why didn’t I meet them earlier?” Tim pouted and said, “Because I knew this was going to happen. You were going to team up with my family to bully me.”

Everyone was looking at the interaction like it was some kind of tennis match when Alfred appeared and saved Tim a lot of embarrassment before Y/n could answer Damian’s question and said, “It is nice to know that you appreciate my cooking but could you please repeat what you said about your joint efforts at cooking.”

Y/n looked awkwardly at Alfred and said, “Well, I was doing fine with my microwave and making my food in that when Mr Disaster decided that he was going to try to make something sweet for me and then suddenly I come home to find my microwave destroyed thoroughly because he forgot to do something. could you repeat what you did, Space Case?”

Tim looked at Alfred sheepishly and said, “I was doing it all according to the instruction but then it caught on fire and poured water on it. I did get you a new one.”

Y/n then pointed his fork towards him and said, “Alien, you got me an oven.”

Alfred looked like he was on a verge of a heart attack and then Damian said, “Drake, even with your so-called intelligence, you tried to put out an electric fire with water?”

Tim looked at Dick, Cass and Stephanie for support, all three of them shrugged and said, “We all might have to agree with Damian.”

Bruce then wiped his fingers on his napkin and said, “Tim, you know that you put out an electric fire with a woollen blanket, right?”

Tim groaned and said, “Of course I do now but if Mr Microwave would have told me that before, his microwave would not be destroyed.”

“Tin-man, seriously. I thought you knew,” Y/n said.

But with the introduction to his carefree attitude, stories were exchanged with Tim’s failures to be a proper human being were the highlight and soon Y/n had to head home.

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Leaving Y/n at the gate, near which his motorcycle was parked, Tim said, “You could stay here the night.”

Y/n laughed and pecked his lips and said, “I didn’t pack and come properly enough to stay overnight, but thanks for the offer.”

He drove away, leaving Tim on the grounds of the Manor, wistfully looking towards the direction his boyfriend was gone in while the occupants of the manor looked onto the couple with a smile on their faces.

[lefthandersruletheworld]

This isn’t Queer Dude! (Stonathan Fic)

Jonathan practically jumped out of his skin when Steve kicked open his bedroom door. The thin camera film fell out of his hands as he snapped his head over to the raging man. Steve slammed the door shut with his foot and turned to glare at the other boy. His face was contorted with anger, cheeks and ears flaming red. Before Jonathan could get a word in, Steve pounced on him like a panther, knocking him flat on his back with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Jonathan let out a surprised grunt as he was slammed onto the mattress. His eyes locked onto Steve’s face, scared that Steve might decide to break his nose. Steve is on him, fingers capturing the soft fabric of his cream colored sweater. He has the fabric balled tightly in his fists, with no intent of freeing Jonathan from his grasp. Both boys were just shy of panting like a dog on a hot summer’s day. Steve wanted to break Jonathan’s jaw for the shit he pulled with Nancy. He was so pissed at him, but as he glared into Jonathan’s deep puppy eyes, he found his rage slowly slipping away from him. The anger remained, but the rawness of it snuck off somewhere.

What replaced it was a confusing, warm feeling. Something tempting and a little concerning. He watched Jonathan pant from beneath him. The white of his top two front teeth barely visible past his parted cherry lips. They're probably so pink because he bites them so much, not that Steve noticed or anything. It looked like Jonathan wanted to say something, probably wanting to ask why the hell Steve just jumped on him, but he didn’t speak. Instead he remained silent. Steve figured he probably would’ve asked if he had the balls to. However, he was thankful he didn’t, because if he did, Steve wasn’t sure he’d be able to give him an answer. Why did he tackle him? Did he want to hit him? To beat him up or yell at him? The answer should’ve been easy, but it wasn’t. He was just so… so mad. Mad at everything. He was mad at his stupid parents for everything. Mad at them for yelling at him, for scolding him for that stupid party. Mad at himself about Nancy… and Barbra. He was mad at Jonathan for taking those pictures and stealing his girl and even more mad at Nancy for choosing him, but what pissed him off the most was himself. He was so damn angry at himself for being a jerk to Nancy, his parents, to his friends… to Jonathan. He thought picking a fight would make him feel better, but with Jonathan under him, his blood lust was gone. He didn’t want to be a jerk anymore. He was tired of being a bully.

Jonathan opened his mouth for a second before snapping it shut. Steve watched the way his red lips turned pale under their tight lipped pressure that Jonathan put them under. He didn’t fail to notice how the other boy's bottom lip caved in slightly, indicating that he was biting them from the inside. Steve hardly realized he was staring at Jonathan's mouth until he finally flicked his eyes up to meet with the Byers kids’ eyes. What he didn’t expect was Jonathan's eyes doing the same, flashing up from his own lips to lock with Steve’s. He nearly flinched when he realized Jonathan was looking at his own lips. It made him hyper aware of their presence. It left them feeling tingly and his stomach fluttery. He wondered what Jonathan saw when he looked at Steve’s lips.

Steve’s fists were still clamped tight around his sweater. He kept him pinned under him. Though if Jonathan really wanted to flee, he could’ve done it already. He hasn’t tried to squirm or push Steve off. In fact, he hasn’t really shown any indication of him wanting to run away from him. He hasn’t tried to resist him at all. The only resistance he showed was grabbing Steve’s jacket in an attempt to catch himself when Steve slammed him down. Other than that, he let Steve manhandle him. Something about that sent warmth down Steve’s spine. He lowered himself slightly, his leg sliding between Jonathan's. He nearly missed the way Jonathan parted his thighs, allowing Steve to situate between them. Their legs dangled off the side of the bed. It felt childish, but neither moved. Steve wanted to loosen his white knuckled death grip on Jonathan's sweater, but he was scared that if he loosened his grip, something may slip free from him. So, he kept his hands tight, restraining any weird impulses.

Jonathan finally let go of Steve’s coat. He let his hands fall onto the mattress like the rest of his body. They plopped down next to his head on either side, palms facing the ceiling. His chin was tipped up, eyes focused somewhere between Steve’s lips and eyes. God damn. Jonathan looked so… so nice like this. His messy hair was just as chaotic as normal, but rebellious strands rested softy on the blankets below. The hazy look in his eyes sent something hot into Steve. His dark eyes, parted lips, chin tilted up towards him and neck peeking out from his turtleneck sweater, all of it was sending mischievous signals to Steve’s brain. He couldn’t even remember why he was so angry. The signals he was getting were wrong. They were totally wrong, but he couldn’t resist as he subconsciously inched closer to the submissive boy. His nose brushed against the tip of Jonathan’s and the other boy sucked in a shaky breath like he was preparing himself. His hands turned, sweaty palms brushing against the soft blankets. His fingers hooked into the fabric and Steve could feel his heavy breaths against his knuckles.

At the moment, there was something about Jonathan that reminded Steve of his first time with Nancy. The first time they had sex. She was so nervous and vulnerable looking, but her eyes twinkled with excitement and desire. He remembered how her hands trembled along his back, not knowing exactly where to fall, but how her lips peppered his own in feverish kisses that only grew more warm with each passing breath. In this strangely tense moment, Jonathan looked like Nancy. Nervous, but anxiously awaiting. Wanting. Wanting Steve. He could see it in his eyes, the glazed over look. The need twisted into his eyebrows. He wanted Steve to do something. Jonathan would never admit it, but his face and racing heart says it all. He wants Steve. That realization repeated itself in Steve’s mind over and over; ’He wants me. He wants me.’

Steve’s heart stuttered when Jonathan's hand rose up. The action was slow and timid. He was acting as if Steve was a wild deer and that if he moved too fast, he’d scare him away. His fingertips brushed along the shoulder of his jacket. It was an aloof touch, barely felt through the fabric. Steve was almost out of breath. He wanted Jonathan to touch him harder, he wanted to feel his fingers against him. When they practically danced their way up to the collar of his shirt, Steve sucked in a breath. He felt Jonathan's fingernail scrape against his neck for a moment, before shying away and that action sent fire straight into his gut. Jonathan touched his neck with the pad of his thumb before moving back to the collar of his shirt. He thumbed over it and the sound was amplified in Steve’s ears. It was so quiet, but to Steve, it was the only thing he could hear other than his thundering heart. His neck broke out with goosebumps, neck hair standing like a cold breeze washed over it.

His fists finally loosened to a gentle grip. He thumbed over the soft sweater, mimicking Jonathan's motions. He could feel Jonathan’s body heat through his clothes. His chest was burning hot like a furnace. Steve watched Jonathan’s Adam’s apple bob. When his tongue darted out to wet his lips, it sent a craving into Steve’s deepest desires. Heat rushed down Steve’s spine like a glass of water was spilled down his back. Their noses were touching, brushing against each other. Their breathing had softened to the point they were just shy of holding their breath. Their lips were so close to making contact and Jonathan didn't move an inch. He was probably too nervous to even blink and honestly, Steve felt the same. His brain was full of want, he was intoxicated by it, but every male figure in his life was screaming at him in his head. For the first time in his life, he wanted to kiss a guy.

He tipped his head to the side and finally gave in. His lips brushed against Jonathan's and he practically melted. His grip tightened once again on Jonathan’s sweater, now more than ever. It was as if he subconsciously thought that if he let go, the kiss would end. So he held him tightly, even though the kiss was feather light it nearly tickled. Steve let his body rest against the other boys. He laid on him, chest to chest as their lips brushed. Their legs intertwined, Steve’s ankle locking with Jonathan’s. His body was tingling from his head to his toes, a sensation he wasn’t quite used to. Sure, he got all fluttery when he kissed Nancy, but it was never… never like this. Jonathan' let out the softest, most breathy sound and the effect it had on Steve was effective and immediate. He kissed him harder, their lips squishing together. He could feel Jonathan's racing heartbeat under his fists and shamefully, he matched the other boys. He liked this. He wanted this.

Jonathan’s hands awkwardly latched onto Steve’s jacket as their kiss deepened. He struggled to match Steve’s expertise, given his lack of experience. However, it wasn’t like either of them cared. In fact, it only seemed to add to the want they felt. One is an experienced play boy wannabe, the other a shy guy with little social experience. Their lips danced in a silent and breathy melody. It was hypnotic like a musical note. It had Jonathan curling his toes in his fluffy black socks. Their thighs grinded against one another softly, the action timid and noncommittal. Steve’s lips were so firm, but soft at the same time. They weren’t chapped at all, or swollen from biting. They were perfect and the taste they left had Jonathan’s head spinning. He wanted more. He forgot about everyone. He forgot about his mom and brother for a moment, he forgot about Nancy. The only thing that was on his mind was the same thing that was on his body; Steve.

When Jonathan's lips parted, Steve didn’t waste any time. His tongue slipped out from his own mouth and licked Jonathan's bottom lip. The response he got was a little gasp and a slight nod and Steve needed nothing more to know he was given permission. He slipped his tongue inside the other boy's mouth, gently grazing his teeth. When Jonathan’s tongue brushed against the other boy's, it sent fire through his veins. This couldn’t be real, Steve is a drug. He’s giving him an addiction he never knew he could have. Is this what so many of the singers in his favorite songs were talking about? A feeling so molten that it leaves lava in his core? A feeling he doubts he’d ever recover from? If that’s the case, he’ll listen to every note and melody in each and every song if it brings him more of these moments. His fingers interlaced together behind Steve’s neck. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling Steve closer.

“Jonathan?” A woman called from the front door. Both boys separated immediately. Steve practically flew off Byers and landed on his feet across the room. Jonathan stumbled up the bed, his eyes locked on the bedroom door. He shot a glare to Steve and motioned with his hand towards the closet. In silent panic, Steve understood and jumped inside with no hesitation. He ducked into the darkness, hiding behind layers of coats and old t-shirts.

“Yeah mom?!” Jonathan called back in a voice Steve’s never heard from him. It was more confident and loud than he’s ever considered possible from the other boy. The sound of hurried footsteps came down the hall and in a matter of seconds, Steve could hear Joyce opening the door. He sucked in a quiet breath, too scared to let out a single sound. His ears strained to listen.

“Jonathan,” she breathed. Her son sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, lower back resting on the pillows. He looked at her with an anxious eye, but it wasn’t unusual.

“Yeah?”

“Hopper might have a lead,” she said, eyes glimmering with fragile hope. Jonathan’s heart stopped for a moment and he got off the bed. He approached her and gently placed his hands on either side of her arms.

“W-what did he say?”

“He didn’t tell me very much, but he said he may have a lead.”

“That’s great mom,” he smiled. There was a second of silence as Steve listened with his ear pressed against the door. Neither of them spoke and it left him on the edge of his seat. However, he felt a stab of sympathy go through him when he heard Joyce sniffle before letting out a whiny cry.

“Mom, mom it’s okay,” Jonathan whispered, pulling her into his arms. She instantly wrapped her arms around him. She sobbed into his sweater as he spoke. “He’s gonna find him.”

“I know I know… but I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s my baby. I just… I keep imagining him being cold and scared and-and I just can’t do it anymore.”

Steve felt a harsh wave of guilt was over him. To think he wanted to beat Jonathan up because he was mad at himself. ’Get over yourself Steve Harrington’.

“I know mom,” he could hear Jonathan croak. “Me too, but we have to be strong. We have to. For Will.”

Steve whipped his eyes as he tried to stay silent. He could hear Joyce sniffle a few times as she seemingly got herself together.

“You’re right… you’re right,” she breathed as she looked up at him. She placed a hand on Jonathan’s cheek. “God what would I do without you?”

“You’d manage,” he whispered, trying to offer her a sincere smile. She nodded before taking in a deep breath.

“Well… dinner stuff is on the table. I’m gonna go put up more flyers.”

“But you just got here.”

“I know, but I have to.”

“Okay… I love you mom.”

“I love you too,” she smiled. There was pain still clear in her voice, it was hard to miss, but soon she left the room. Only moments after the sound of keys jingling and the front door opening and closing could be heard. Steve gave it a few more seconds before he finally exited the closet. He stepped out from the small space and looked over to Jonathan. He was standing awkwardly, but his eyes were weak. He was in a vulnerable state and Steve would be lying if he said he knew how to help. Steve cleared his throat, getting the other boy's attention. Jonathan looked over at him, crossing his arms. His expression was tired and sad and it left Steve feeling mournful.

“M’sorry,” he looked at his shoes. “For everything.”

Jonathan didn’t reply verbally. He just nodded. Steve wasn’t satisfied though. He wanted to help, to be a better person, but he didn’t know how. He came here looking to start a fight with a guy who’s brother is probably dead. Then instead of fighting him, he made out with him. God, he was a piece of work. A hot mess. Although, he’s not even sure if he is good enough to be considered hot anymore. Now he’s just a mess.

“I really am sorry...” he looked at the floor. “Listen man… I know I’ve been a dickhead for like… ever… but if you ever need anyone to talk to… I’m here.”

“Thanks,” Jonathan dismissively muttered.

“I’m serious. Just… think about it.”

Jonathan nodded and remained silent. He sat down on the bed and sighed. Now it was Steve who was awkwardly standing around. He fiddled with a stray pencil on Jonathan's desk. He could feel himself being watched, but he paid it no mind. After a few seconds Jonathan cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Why’d you come here?”

“Hmm? Oh. Right,” Steve nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. He faced the other boy and was conflicted. Tell him the truth or lie? If he lied, what the hell will he tell him? “I… fuck. I was pissed off and I wanted to take it out on you.”

Jonathan waited a few seconds before responding. “Funny way of doing it.”

“Hey,” Steve glared. Heat rose up in his cheeks as he furrowed his brows. Like hell he was gonna get flustered by some loser. “I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Then why?”

“I-,” Steve stumbled. “It wasn’t queer dude.”

“Kinda.”

“It wasn’t,” Steve barked, growing more irritated. He got red when he saw Jonathan smile weakly. Although he couldn’t deny the flutter his heart gave at the sight. Steve scoffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke. “It wasn’t queer. I just… nevermind.”

Both boys didn’t speak. There was tension in the room, though neither acknowledged it. Steve gestured to the door. “Think it’s safe to leave yet?”

Jonathan motioned to the window. “I think it would be better if you left through the window.”

“Stealthy, I can do that,” Steve sauntered over to the window. He cleared off some random junk in the windowsill before lifting the glass open. Once it was fully open, he straddled the frame, one leg out the window, dangling just above the grass. The other was still in Jonathan’s bedroom. He froze and looked at the other boy, who was now approaching him. He watched as Jonathan set the objects that Steve moved aside. Once they were where he wanted, he rested his hand on the window, looking down at Steve.

“Yeah?” Steve said, a little unsure of how to read this situation.

“Um… nothing.” Jonathan muttered, avoiding eye contact like the plague. Steve darted his eyes around, mulling things over in his head before shrugging. He threw his other leg outside the window and let himself drop to the grass below. He huffed, adjusting his clothes and fingers brushing his fluffed hair. He looked back up at Jonathan, who was staring down at him. Heat pooled inside Steve's gut when he recognized that wanting look in his eyes. They stared at each other briefly, before Jonathan lowered to his knees. He crossed his arms on the windowsill, letting his head rest on them. Steve’s heart thumped in his chest.

“Thank you,” Jonathan just about whispered.

“For what?”

“Getting my mind off… everything.”

“Yeah? Well… don’t mention it,” Steve tried to be aloof and cool. He found it hard to look at the calm expression Jonathan’s face carried. Jonathan looked so under control, while Steve was having trouble keeping his heart in his chest. He shook his head and started to walk away. As he strode through the grass, he could feel Jonathan's eyes lingering on him. He tried to ignore it, but it tickled down his spine. Eventually he stopped walking, fingertips trembling by his sides. His brain was screaming at him to ignore it, to fight it, but his desire was strong, too strong. He suddenly turned on his heel and paced back to Jonathan, still resting his head on the windowsill. When he saw Steve turn around, he jumped slightly, but didn’t flinch away from the window. Steve hustled to the edge of the house. His hand clamped onto the windows edge and he kicked himself up so he could give Jonathan a quick but hard kiss on the lips.

“See ya man,” Steve husked as he let himself fall back into the grass. He smiled at the way Jonathan's eyes lit up. He almost couldn’t hear Jonathan’s goodbye, but the little interaction had Steve sauntering away. Soon he was out of sight from the Byers house. His walk home was gonna be long and tiring, but it’s probably for the best. He couldn’t believe how this day turned out and he sure as hell has a lot of thinking to do. One thing was for sure though; Jonathan was on his mind for the rest of the day.

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Authors Note: Hey everyone! This is a fic I posted on my AO3 a while back ago, but felt like sharing here too. If you liked it, let me know. I love feedback. I post more shitty fan fics on my AO3 if you’re interested. Here’s the link to this story; https://archiveofourown.org/works/30046068. Thanks for reading!