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[priniya]

would you maybe write an smau (oscar x norris or leclerc!reader) where the reader is just super clumsy and everyone makes fun of that?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SUCH A KLUTZ ! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary. in which reader can’t walk straight to save her life and formula fans (as well as some of the drivers) find it extremely amusing, while her boyfriend is the greenest flag of all time.

yourusername

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yourusername rumour has it that the best couple on grid is enjoying the summer break and the rumors are TRUE! though it is also said that the girl in third slide fell off the scooter and got a concussion so her boyfriend took her phone away for three days — this may or may not be true!

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user1 oscar is so whipped the guy is the first like whenever she posts something 😭😭

user2 i know ehic isnt a thing in monaco unfortunately but my other european girlies please remember to get yourself an ehic card if you travel across europe it can save you a lot of nerves if you injury yourself on vacay 😭😭😭

priniya european girlies always remember to have a valid european health insurance card! <3

oscarpiastri she might say its not true but it is 👎👎 the girl almost gave me a heart attack

landonorris yourusername someone should lock you up because at this rate youre gonna hurt yourself by breathing

yourusername im having a brat summer ☹️

arthur_leclerc dont think its how it works lutin

francisca.cgomes rumour has it that she didn’t take her girlfriend with her to her trip

lilymhe rumour has it that she broke her other girlfriend’s heart

yourusername NOOOO IM SORRY 😭😭😭 LET ME MAKE IT UP WHEN THE BREAK ENDS

marverstappen1 girl how do you even function with that clumsy brain of yours?

yourusername kellypiquet please tell p that max is making fun of me because i got hurt

kellypiquet she’s making you a card rn

maxverstappen1 our house turned into a glitterlandia because of that card

yourusername I LOVE HER SO MUCH

user3 i honestly cant wait for the pyn reunion in zandvoort 🥹🥹🥹

yourusername same shes my true one 👊👊

charles_leclerc oscarpiastri take your aussie hands off my baby sister or ill crash into you in zandvoort 😁

charles_leclerc for legal purpose this may or may not be a joke

yourusername crash into him and i’ll do something worse than have his hands on me and make you watch

francisca.cgomes

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francisca.cgomes a girls night gone wrong…

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user4 i bet my LIFE that yn had to go to the er 😭😭😭

pierregasly THIS is what you meant by a surprise??????

francisca.cgomes surprise . . . 😦

alexandrasaintmleux it was fun while it lasted . . .

user5 WHY DOES THE COMMENTS SEEM LIKE YN DIED WHERE IS HER COMMENT

user6 yn rn 💀🪦🪦

user7 you are not funny! hope that helps ❤️

charles_leclerc girl where is my sister 😭😭😭😭

yourusername WHY ARE YALL ACTING LIKE I DIED?????

user8 SHES ALIVE YOU GUYS

oscarpiastri kika you were supposed to bring her back in one piece?

francisca.cgomes sorry it was not my fault

francisca.cgomes literally not my fault this time a guy bumped into her shoulder and she fell 😭😭😭

yourusername i sprained my ankle :(

alexandrasaintmleux we still love you 🫶

user9 ngl i would give my leg to be a part of this friendship

user10 same

landonorris petition to keep yourusername locked in a cage

user11 😧😧😧

yourusername you gotta catch me first 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

pierregasly i second this

lilymhe i third

alexandrasaintmleux ily yn but i fourth ☹️

twitter !

user13 WHEN ITS GONNA BE MY TURN???

user14 i need an oscar in my life but idk if i wanna be yn 😭

user15 you r so real for that oomf

user16 ngl i wish i could be oscar to be with yn

user17 god just knew that if she made yn flawless she would be too much for mortals

user18 she ?

user17 god is a woman and her name is pascale leclerc 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user19 LMAO

lando.jpg

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lando.jpg never accept an invitation from yourusername for a dinner at her house because there’s a 100% chance she’s gonna burn herself while making you food

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oscarpiastri shouldnt have invited YOU

lando.jpg ??? MEAN ???

oscarpiastri dont make fun of my clumsy girlfriend

yourusername when he’s protective ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

yourusername i burnt myself while YOU ALL WERE LAUGHING

user20 oscar was laughing too?😭

arthur_leclerc he was glaring at everyone laughing while looking after yn

user21 oscar is the bestest boyfriend possible i need an oscar in my life

user22 yourusername can you fight?

yourusername i have three older brothers, go figure it out

user22 (｡•́︿•̀｡)

charles_leclerc cant believe they didn’t invite ME and they invited YOU

arthur_leclerc she invited me and enzo LOL

user23 lando.jpg comeback to make fun of oscars gf 😭😭😭

charles_leclerc SHE WAS MY SISTER FIRST

user24 yn is a klutz first human second

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiasti a few things that summer break gave me: a dog (yes, i’m officially a dog dad), relaxing time with my friends n family, a fiancée and lots of headaches due to the clumsiness of my gorgeous fiancée.

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yourusername i love youuuuuu

hattiepiastri THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT???

hattiepiastri yourusername YOURE MARRYING MY BROTHER????

hattiepiastri HOW DID THAT HAPPEN??

yourusername i flipped a coin

georgerussell63 it probably hit you in the face too, no?

user25 IMAGINE THE FAMILY GATHERINGS???

user26 hold on is oscar gonna go there as charles’ son or yn’s throphy husband??

user27 the family dynamics must be crazy??? because wdym his girlfriend’s brother ADOPTED him??

oscarpiasti fiancee’s*

user27 oh hes not playing

user28 this gon be soooo awkward at the family dinner

yourusername BURN THE PAPERS charles_leclerc HES MINE NOW

charles_leclerc HE WAS MINE FIRST

nicolepiastri i’m pretty sure he was mine first 🥰

pascale_leclerc now we have to share children nicolepiastri

landonorris love you guys but you shouldn’t have a wedding because with yns abilities she might turn the party into a funeral

mclaren so glad to have yn in the mclaren family! 🧡

user29 engagement this engagement that we KNEW you would tie the knot sooner or later WHAT IS THE DOGS NAME 🗣️🗣️🗣️

oscarpiastri pepper :)

user30 yn and lorenzo both engaged in 2024?? leclerc siblings are going STRONG

lewishamilton congratulations to you guys 💚💚

sebastianvettel lots of love and patience with that one, oscar :)

user31 not the girls not congratulating oscyn… fake friends?

user32 gtfo they prob knew abt it already and congratulated them IN PERSON and not in instagram photo comments

francocolapinto lost my chance 😞😔😭😭😢

user33 LMAOOO??? bro saw her at ONE (1) race and fell in love

user34 honestly cant blame him

user35 pls never media train him

yourusername pls franco never change 🫶

pierregasly pls dont elope i need that free food

yukitsunoda0511 dude youre a MILLIONAIRE?

pierregasly dude gtfo

yukitsunoda0511 if i were them i would elope just to spite you

oscarpiastri dont give yn any ideas pls

yourusername no eloping for us i need my brothers to walk me down the aisle 😁😁😁

georgerussell63 to make sure you don’t trip over the dress?

yourusername youre officially uninvited 👎

user36 SHE WANTS CHARLES ENZO AND ARTHUR WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE??? OH IM GONNA KILL MYSELF

[mv1simp]

Based on darling 🍑 🛒 anon’s request: max x inexperienced best friend!reader who hears him complaining about how hard it is to find a girl who’ll match his freak in bed 😼

Birthday Sex ♥️

Max Verstappen x Best Friend!Reader

don’t need candles or cake, just need your body to make (birthday sex, it’s the best day of the year, girl)

As Max’s best friend since childhood, you know him better than anyone. You’re determined to find the best birthday gift after he’s outdone you the past three years. Just when you’ve given up all hope of beating him you overhear him complaining that none of his recent girlfriends let him hit it just the way he likes. Bingo - you’ve just thought of the perfect gift!

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom!max, inexperienced best friend!reader who gets railed lol, size kink, anal, creampie, sloppy drunk sex!!, WC 3.3k

You slump your head down on the table and groan, making your best friend Selena quirk as brow at you as she sips her strawberry iced matcha. Across the room, the elderly librarian scowls and points to the sign clearly labelled “University Library - Quiet Zone for Finals Study”. You roll your eyes and drag Selena away to some dusty bookshelf’s well away from the old crone. You still haven’t found a present for Max? Your friend muses as she noisily slurps her drink, eyeing the dubious titles on the ancient books. Shaking your head, you whine about how you’ve spent weeks thinking of what to gift the F1 driver. You and Max have been best friends since childhood, having grown up literally 2 doors down from one another. After getting over the initial boy/girl germs phase, you’d both connected over a like for video games which had turned into a loyal and supportive friendship into teens and adulthood. And of course, you both strongly believed in work hard, play hard, and frequently would be seen doing multiple shots together out in the Monaco clubs after a race weekend or post exam season.

Despite all the time you’d spend together, things had never crossed the line past friendship. It was always heavily speculated in the media, of course, as well as constant teasing from the other paddock members and your friends and family, but both you and Max dismissed it. He treated you like one of his guy friends, inviting you over to game or come onto his private jet with his other mates to fly out for a race weekend. And of course, being good friends with a millionaire driver meant being spoilt, especially on your birthday. Max always picked up on your hints and outdid himself every year. Last birthday you’d had not one but two custom made jewellery sets delivered from Cartier when you’d mentioned them in passing, and the year before that unlimited VIP box seats to your favourite soccer team and access to his private jet to get you there.

So that’s why you’re desperate to find Max the perfect present for his birthday this year. You want to spoil him just like he spoils you! But he’s been busy with his new girlfriend, a Spanish model he met in St Tropez, and you in the final semester of your English Lit degree and you haven’t had a chance to hear what’s he’s been interested in lately.

You’ve thought up countless ideas, but what do you get a man who literally can afford anything he wants? You’ve cycled through all of his likes, finding that he already owns everything you could possibly buy. Your friend Serena is useless as she watches you plead up at the ceiling (dramatic, sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures) asking for any Gods watching above to send you a sign of the right gift. You could always just get him a vibrator, she joked as she slurped her iced coffee. You know, like the one I got you? Have you been using it? Seriously, we need to end this dry spell and get you dicked down- At that point the old crone of a librarian had let out a scandalised gasp as she overheard and kicked the pair of you out.

You’ve almost given up completely and drop by his apartment a few days before his birthday, ready to just directly beg him to tell you what he wants and put you out of your misery. You let yourself in, already familiar with his spare key hiding location for years. And then you stumble across a conversation that’s not meant for your ears as Max’s deep voice carries around the corner. He’s on video chat with one of his mates playing an e-sim racing game, but they’re definitely not talking about racing strategy.

I don’t know mate, why is it so hard these days to find a chick who’ll let you hit it raw? one of his friends complain over the speakers. Your eyes widen, hand rushing up to stifle your gasp as you realise they’re talking about what they like in the bedroom. You and Max had never talked about something like this, and you’re about to turn and leave - when your best friend says something you’d never expected him to say. He snorts, murmuring that sure, getting to finish inside was good but the real challenge was convincing a girl to let you fuck her up the ass.

His friend laughs on the screen, wholeheartedly agreeing, saying Ah, I see even a F1 driver can’t find a girlfriend who’s into that freaky shit, huh? You miss Max’s reply because his cats, Sassy and Jimmy, have started to walk over to you curiously. You hightail it out of his apartment, desperate not to get caught eavesdropping with your blushing face and jumbled thoughts. You only let yourself calm down once you’re in the safety of your much smaller apartment, sinking into your sofa and recounting what you’d heard. You and Max had never ever talked about sex, even though he treated you like his guy friends, that was a line you’d just never crossed. You’d never have guessed he was into something so naughty like not using protection or…what had he said? Up the ass?

You’re not 100% sure on what he means, with your rather…limited sexual experiences. While Max regularly slept with multiple different flings and models, your hook ups could be counted on one hand. You’d lost your virginity, of course, to an awkward college boyfriend that Max had hated and eventually told you to break up with. But apart from a few sloppy handjobs or quick drunk blowjobs, you really hadn’t explored much else. You were jealous of how much more experienced Max was than you, having sometimes overheard him and his latest girlfriend celebrating a race win from a neighbouring hotel room. But it looked like despite all of the girls he’d been with, he wasn’t getting the satisfaction he wanted in bed. And apparently what satisfied the Dutch Lion was fucking girls who let him take the condom off or use their ass to his liking.

Determined to find out more about what exactly Max wanted, you open the private browser of your laptop and type in a porn site you’d looked at a couple times before. You navigate to the tags, scrolling until you see the category you wanted to research. As you wait for the top trending video in the #Anal section to load you bite your lip, suddenly nervous. Why did Max say he wanted that? It sounded dirty and painful and just wrong. Was there something you were missing?

Then the video started playing and within seconds you’d lost any inhibitions you had. Hypnotised, you watch the screen where a small, tan skinned girl is face down and ass up, with a much larger man running his tongue obscenely through her asscheeks. She’s moaning wantonly, clearly enjoying it, and then his sizeable dick is bouncing out against her bum, messily pounding her pussy first, and then - and then-

Your doe eyes widen, fixed on the laptop with a gasp as his tip slides past her pussy and into her other hole, the one you hadn’t even known could fit a guy’s dick inside it! You’re enraptured, not wanting to blink as you watch her asshole get completely ruined. Your lace thong is rapidly soaked by your wetness as you start panting, finding yourself turned on in a way you’d never ever been before. This is what your Maxie liked? It was so hot, you think sluttily, shamelessly slipping your tiny manicured fingers into your panties to finger yourself at the forbidden thought of you and Max acting out the activities in the video. You cum far too quickly, head tossed back in pleasure. Afterwards, you know you should feel embarrassed and guilty, but instead all you can think about is how badly you want to try having sex with your other tight hole.

And you know exactly what to gift your best friend. Max deserves to get exactly what he wants, after all.

Soon you’re watching dirty video after video every night, telling yourself you need to practise the positions and expressions yourself. But really you’re just addicted to the moaning of girls getting their asses abused by huge cocks, or having the coy smirks wiped off their faces and instead rolling their eyes back as their pussies are pumped full of cum. The bullet vibrator Serena had gifted you as a joke now finds itself making its way in between your dripping thighs, as you cum nightly to the fantasy of being able to provide Max with that pleasure. If his latest girlfriend of the month wasn’t willing to put out for him, you certainly had no problem helping your best friend out instead.

You make sure you’re ready by the time his birthday party rolls around, being celebrated in style aboard his yacht that’s docked in Ibiza tonight. You’ve chosen your outfit carefully, a tight red minidress that shows off your plump ass and tits, complete with strappy high heels. It highlights your ample curves, very different from his usual fling’s stick thin figures. And speaking off - you knew that he must have broken it off with his latest girlfriend judging by the fact that she wasn’t here tonight. Your suspicions are confirmed when a mutual friend tells you he dumped her just two days ago, citing a difference in personalities. More like a difference in kinky preferences, you thought deviously. You just needed to confirm that Max was willing to cross the line of no return in your friendship. Judging from the way his gaze had turned dark and hungry when he’d seen you step onto his boat, roaming over your figure, you were pretty confident that you’d be able to proceed in unveiling your gift.

As the party continues well into the night, you join everyone in dancing and drinking, using the tequila shots as an excuse to why you’re suddenly grinding your fat ass back into Max’s crotch amidst the crowded makeshift dancefloor. When you hear Max laugh in delight, strong hands possessively curling around your hips to keep you against him, you know he wanted you, too.

So when the last of the partygoers are heading off the yacht to join the others in the Ibiza clubs, you take Max’s hand in yours to tug him away, back onto the other side of the yacht where you’re well away from anyone’s eyes and facing the night ocean. He willingly goes, checking out your curvy ass from behind, his own face flushed from the drinks he’d had. You’re tipsily giggling that he had to open your present! as you gently push him onto the outdoor couch, plucking your cutely wrapped small gift box and offering it to him. As he opens it, you eagerly sit down by his side, pressing in close to his warm, toned chest with the excuse of its cold, Maxie.

You don’t miss how his gaze drops to your plush tits, which bounce with every movement and show off your hardened nipples as you’d chosen to only wear a skimpy lace bralette underneath. He easily plays along with your excuse, wrapping his thick arm around you to pull you onto his lap and settle against his broad figure. You giggle again when he finally opens the gift box, only to find it…empty? He looks up at you, laughing as he assumed you’d forgotten to pack your present in your drunk antics tonight.

But the plan in your mind is razor sharp as you breathily press kisses to his stubbled cheeks, making his lustful gaze flicker to your lips as the tension between you two grows. You whisper that you hadn’t forgotten, in fact, you’d gotten him the perfect gift, exactly what he’d been complaining to his gaming friends about not being able to find. The present was just inside you, was all!

Max is still adorably confused, not entirely sure what you were referring to as you slide off his lap after pressing a barely there kiss to his lips. He watches you curiously as you press your blushing cheeks into the sofa and stick your thick ass up in the air. Your already tiny minidress slides down your hips, exposing your soaked, lacey thong that barely covered the true surprise - a cute heart shaped butt plug. Max’s jaw drops and for a minute he thinks he must be dreaming, or had gotten super drunk, or this was some sick joke his friends had set him up for. Until you seductively jiggle your hips at him, fat ass bouncing, your sweet voice almost innocently asking if he likes his gift?

Oh, I fucking love it, sweetheart he assures you with a wicked grin, once he realises just what you were giving him. It’s so much better than anything I could have asked for. Your pleased giggle quickly turns into pleased moans as he plays with the toy, teasing you by slowly pulling it out a bit before sliding it back in. He pulls his raging erection out of his pants, telling you to come here and suck me off, getting his cock ready to fuck you. You obediently lick up and down his length, covering it with your messy drool and lip gloss, making sure it’s as wet as possible. His muscular neck is thrown back against the sofa as he moans above you, a strong hand tangled through your curls as he tries to control the pace but can't resist your talented mouth teasing his over sensitive tip. He almost cums from your enthusiasm, hips stuttering and he swears in dutch as he has to forcefully pull on your dark locks to move your plush lips off him. You cheekily grin up at him, winking, asking was that too much for him?

He tosses you around in half a second, making you giggle into the soft pillow as he raises your ass into the air, growling that he’d have done this a long time ago if he knew what a needy slut you secretly were. You shake your hips enticingly at him, ass bouncing, enjoying how his sexy voice got even deeper and accented when he was dirty talking. Swearing at your tempting display, he delivers a strong smack to your cheeks, and then a second one for good measure, before nudging his cockhead up against your dripping slit. He hushes your whines, telling you that he needed to get a taste of your pussy, the one he’d been dreaming about when you’d stay the night after a late movie and rub your ass into his erection in your sleep, edging him for hours. Did you even know how many times he had to go jerk off to the mental image of your ass in the shower?

You moan in pleasure as he fucks you sloppily, whispering about the time he hadn’t been able to resist and pulled your panties down in your sleep, wanting to jerk off to the real thing and leaving his cum all over your caramel skin. Th-that’s soo hot, Maxie you whine, already feeling fucked out of your mind. Go-go on, cum instead me, you say breathlessly. I started the pill just for your present tonight!

Groaning at your naughty confession, he pumps one last, deep thrust before he's tensing above you, a bruising grip on your hips as he holds you still to drain his load deep inside you. He's panting deeply as his head comes to rest on the back of your neck, the two of you enjoying your blissful comedown together for a few minutes. You can’t believe how heated things have gotten tonight after being friends for years. We could have been hooking up this whole time, it was so good Maxiee you whine against his lips as he presses his tongue into your pouting mouth.

Chuckling at your eagerness, he filthily whispers that you could start by giving him the next part of his birthday gift, hmm? You nod breathlessly, unable to say no to your precious Maxie. He palms your juicy asscheeks with his large palms, squeezing at your flesh greedily. Soon enough he’s fingering your tight, winking hole from above you, telling you to hold your asscheeks apart for him as he messily spits right over where he plans to fuck you. Just the tip, right, Maxie? You repeat again, feeling unsettled with not knowing what he was doing behind you, when he stopped to stare at your cute little hole for a few minutes. Your blushing face is still buried into the cushions as your nails dig into your bouncing ass and hold it apart for him. I've never had anything...inside there before, you say, cheeks warming. So you can't stretch it out, okay, I read that it-

Yeah, yeah baby Max says distractedly, hypnotised by your inviting tight hole that is filling him with a growing desire to ruin it every passing second. Whatever you say. Dousing himself in lube from the supply he keeps stashed in between the couch cushions, he approaches you from behind, his erect cock standing stiff as you jiggle your hips. His tip nudges against your back entrance, making you moan excitedly at foreign but tingly feeling. Then he’s thrusting his leaking cockhead in and out of your hole, and you’re babbling incoherently, your face turned to the side as you gasp mouthfuls of air. Oh, it feels sooo good, mmhhh, yes Maxie-

He growls approvingly at your desperate whining, smacking your red asscheeks again and again to make them bounce. Feels amazing, right baby? he hums into your ear, pressing his abs down against your back. The new position makes his cock accidentally slide in just a little more and you arch your back more when the tingly feeling gets stronger as he slips a large hand around to toy with your sensitive clit. You’ll let me put in just a little bit more, right baby? Max whispers huskily, his hungry eyes taking in your drooling, fucked out face. You were in so much bliss he doubts you’d be able to say no to anything he asked for. O-ok, a little bit more- Ohh!

You cry out as he doesn’t hesitate to slip inside you even further. It’s a good thing you can’t see the filthy mess behind you because Max has bullied an easy third of his rigid, veiny shaft inside your gummy walls. He groans against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he praises how good you take his fat cock, better than any of his girlfriends. He knows just what to say to have you seeing stars as he continues to shove more and more of himself into your tight hole. Fuck schat, giving me the best birthday treat ever, I’m gonna be addicted.

You’re on Cloud 9-, pink tongue poking out of your mouth and drooling all over the cushion, pretty doe eyes rolled all the way back as Max pounds into your all too willing body. You can barely reply coherently when he croons that he’s just gonna slide a bit more in, that’s right, just like that, you can take it for him, right?

His whole cock is buried inside your ass now, beads of sweat running own his toned abs. And you’re screaming his name as he greedily fucks you, grunting with pleasure at each thrust. You can only cross your fingers and hope none of your friends come back from the club early.

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A/N: back to my old FILTHY ways after writing a 9.5K mafia fic just to give u all whiplash will finally be posting part 2 of earned it v soon with dedicated hot husband max hehehe 😝

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Chains of Bones: DARK!GODAEMOND X READER

Tags: DARK AEMOND, GREEK MYTHOLOGY INSPIRED AU

🔷Summary: You are a servant working for the goddess Rhaenyra and the God Daemon. You are tasked with protecting the flowers and one day, you find yourself captured by rhaenyra's greatest enemy: Aemond.

🔷Author's note: Dark af.

WARNINGS: Misogny, (no kidding) emotional manpulation, dubcon, body betrayl, vaginal sex (f recv) oral sex (f recev) rough sex, mentions of loss of virginty, emotional gaslighting and gore, blood, and a lot of...BONES.

This is a dead dove

Do not eat it.

(a+ warning)

wordcount:4044 (wow what a nice number)

AU.

Daemon Targaryen’s pov (3th person)

Daemon has never been a patient soul. He is known for his terrible temper, mood swings and violence tendencies whenever he is made to wait. One time he beheaded a servant for not delivering his sword on time. And Daermon will never be a patient soul.

He sits on the dragonstone throne, legs crossed and anxiously eyeing the golden hourglass where more and more sands gather at the bottom. He sighs, displeased. Waiting makes him feel powerless, and being powerless makes him dangerous. The King of the Dragons has never been very forgiving. Not even his wife, the Goddess of the Realms and Lights could teach him that virtue. Nothing would. Not his children, nothing.

Finally, the big stone doors are pushed open. Daemon rises, at long last. He stares right into a empty hallway. He takes out his sword, and carefully approaches the door making sure to watch his back at the same time. When he reaches the doors, he can feel a feint, tiny brush of air as if someone slipped just past him.

And when he turns around, there is a tall, pale, black clothed creature sitting on his throne, arms crossed over the arm seats, wearing a crown made of bones. The creature chuckles at Daemon’s scowl. ‘’My favorite uncle. Please sheath your sword. I don’t wish to harm you.’’ The man says. 

Daemon knows how well a duel would end, with them both being immortal beings driven by devine powers. It would be a dumb waste of time to even try to kill Aemond Targaryen. Not when he is wearing the bone crown and still embodies the King of the Underworld. So with great displeasure, Daemon does as he is told. For once. 

Pleased, Aemond sinks back further in the big chair, dramatically sighing as he takes in the paintings on the ceiling. Tales of old Valyria and the doom are written up there and he lets out a chuckle as Daemon’s blood pressure only rises and rises. ‘’Am I late?’’ The smirk betrays that he has watched Daemons squirming and impatient pacing for some time. ‘’My apologies. It was a hell of a ride to get here.’’ 

Daemon rolls his eyes at the overused poor joke. ‘’We know you’ve been troubled with traveling lately.’’ It is true. As King of the Underworld, Aemond cannot leave Hell unattended for too long. It is one of the pesky burdens that comes with the bone crown. Aemond seems to think this a burden too, as he quickly avoids Daemon’s eyes, suddenly looking quite human and even alone.

Aemond pushes himself up from the chair, his tone changing from calm and cheerful to a barely concealed threat. ‘’All thanks to your wife, and your devilspawn. You should’ve had them all whipped or beaten. You are too soft with your little girls.’’ Daemon hides a smirk, barely containing his pride that his daughters of all people got the better of Aemond. He would not beat anyone. He rewarded them. ‘’No matter. There is nothing more they can do to hurt me.’’ He is worried. Aemond does not forgive nor forget.

A silence follows as Aemond slowly approaches Daemon, his good eye staring at the sword, Darksister. It never has left Daemon’s side. Not once. ‘’You look good, Aemond. More…like you used to be.’’ Daemon’s voice is a soft whisper that becomes only softer once he realizes how much more human Aemond looks. No more black and blue bruises under his eyes, no more blood used as make up or bone necklaces and skin cloaks. No. Aemond looks different. Almost like the nephew, Daemon lost so long ago.

Aemond smiles, but its not sincere. Its the smile of the devil, of the darkness that hides deep within him. “Ah, you see, Uncle I have fallen in love.” He proclaims, as he takes a goblet of wine, that he magically made appear on a side table near the throne. There is one for Daemon too. Aemond gestures, inviting Daemon to drink with him.

It would be too good to be true for Daemon. Drinking with his nephew, like they used to. It feels like a trap. Aemond rolls his eye at Daemon’s suspicion. ‘’What good would poisoning you even do to me? I already got all I wanted. All the power I desire.’’ A lie. But one Daemon wants to believe. His wife holds the final piece of power Aemond wants, the Crown of Light. But he can’t have that. Rhaenyra would never willingly hand it over. 

Daemon is so caught up in staring at the wine that he only hears Aemond’s words so much later. Love? He breaks his stare, looking at his nephew instead. It would explain Aemond’s change of wardrobe, of his mysterious sudden visit and his cheeks that seem to have a tiny bit of color. It is love. Daemon just never assumed he was capable of love. Not anymore. 

And that gives Daemon hope.

Because if Aemond can love, he can be defeated. He can lose the crown and become a mortal once more. Easy as that.

Daemon puts his goblet down, his eyes sparkling with joy and curiosity. "Truly? Such wondrous news. I am glad for you. Tell me, who is the lovely lady?” Whoever captured the heart of Aemond had to be a special girl. A very special girl. 

Aemond shrugs in a way that tells Daemon nothing at all and takes another sip of the wine. When he is finished, he licks off his lips. “She makes me very happy. That's all you need to know. I want your permission to take her with me to the underworld. I want her to become my queen and the mother of my children. She will be treated as a goddess and worshiped as she deserves.” It is up to Daemon. Aemond cannot drag any souls to the Underworld. Not without Daemon’s or Rhaenyra’s consent. He needs their power to open the portal. He would otherwise not get anyone back to hell.

“Well, your happiness is important to me. If you are certain, you may take her with you when you go home.” Daemon says, a bit too careless. A bit too stupid. The moment those words are spoken, Aemond cracks his neck, a smirk spreading on his lips, wider than it should. He begins to chuckle, throws his goblet over his shoulder and takes off, sprinting to the big stone doors. 

Daemon watches him disappear, but before he leaves, he can hear Aemond’s words.  “Thank you, Uncle. I am sure to invite you to our wedding.”

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You are sitting on your knees, attending the flowers of a dark, black rose. The roses have sprouted out of the ground as mushrooms in fall lately, and the Queen told you to watch them whenever that happened. The flowers are blooming now. You just need to wait on Queen Rhaenyra to return to tell her the good news. 

The Queen warned you to never wander into the garden too far, as the other flowers have terrible effects on mortals. Flowers that could make you sleep forever, or turn you into a toad or straight up kill you. A pity. You always liked flowers. But you like living more. So you stay, patiently waiting for the Queen. 

The clouds begin to gather as the wind picks up in a strange way that feel too cold for spring, and too brute. It feels like winter itself, wrapping around you, making you shiver as you glance around. There is nothing there. You tell yourself so, at least.

The wind continues blowing, and you watch as the petals of the black roses fall, gathering on a pile on the ground. You take a step back, just for safety.  The petals fall on the ground, rise up, and form a circling whirlwind of black, rose petals. And eventually, someone appears in the middle of all the petals. A figure with a skin pale as bones, hair as white as the moon wearing a black cloak, covered in symbols you do not understand. 

He looks at you, staring at you as if studying you. You do the same. You take in his terrifying crown, wondering if its made of real bones. You also stare at his nails that have dark, black unnatural ends, where dark magic is clearly gathering ready to be used.  ‘’Careful, Petal. It is dangerous at night.’’ He says, smiling at you. You are well aware. It is why you go home whenever it gets dark.

Confident, you laugh.

‘’It is midday, sir.’’ You say, and look up to prove your point. Only to be met with a dark canvas where no star shines, where no moon shimmers. Just absolute darkness. 

‘’How-’’ You stutter, quickly shutting yourself up.

‘’Mhm.’’ He smirks, pleased with your confusion. ‘’I can do so many more tricks.’’ He says, approaching you carefully. He snaps his fingers, and in his left hand there is now a beautiful black rose. He sniffs it briefly, before extending it to you, as if to give it. You are careful with accepting. You know all magic comes with a price. Dark magic, the most of all.

‘’I should go back to the palace.’’ You say, refusing to accept the rose. The man chuckles, snaps his fingers again, and you feel a soft breeze near your face. You feel your hair, and notice that he put something in it. Likely the rose. 

‘’Gevie.’’ The man mutters, staring at you. You know it is a compliment. Prince Daemon calls his wife, Queen Rhaenyra this regularly. You know well what it means. It should flatter you. But it only scares you. Terrifies you. Because why does that man know the tongue of the Gods?

You don’t re-announce your departure, you just run this time. You feel your feet stop under your legs, and you fall on the stones, scratching your knees and hands on the beautiful mosaic tiles. The man kneels down besides you, staring at your hands. ‘’My poor Petal, let me help you. That wasn’t my intention.’’ He waves his hands over your knees, and you watch as the wounds heal under his touch. You yank your legs away, terrified. 

He smiles, calmly. ‘’Well, now that we both understand our positions, I think it is time to make preparations.’’ You don’t speak to him, your mind wandering as you wonder what he could possibly mean. He begins to ramble a bit, you aren’t paying attention. You hear him praise your beauty and your intelligence. At the end he grabs your chin, and gives you a kiss on your lips. Shocked, you pull away. 

‘’What do you think you are doing?’’ You yell, in fury. The man backs away, hurt and confusion written in his good eye. You can tell he isn’t used to rejection. Or any of this. His compliments felt sincere but insecure. He is not used to courting anyone.

‘’Claiming my price?’’ He asks, a bit dumbfounded and a bit dry.

Fury burns inside of you. ‘’Your price?!’’ You give him a push against his chest, creating more distance. ‘’I am not sure who you think you are…’’

That causes him to wake up. He smirks, and claps his hands. Darkness spreads further as you back away, terrified. ‘’Let me introduce myself, Petal.’’ Roots deep from the earth, grab your feet, chaining you to the earth as the man smiles.

You somehow know just who he is when you look at your feet. No tree roots are holding you. But skeleton arms. Bones. ‘’I am the King of the Underworld, Lord of Death, bringer of Doom, friend of depression. I am Aemond, I am everything mortals fear.’’ He will kill you. He will tear your soul out.

To hurt Rhaenyra and Daemon.

‘’But you, my love, my Petal…’’ He whispers, touching your face gently. You expect him to take your eye or your sight away. To feel blood and next to feel the sweet embrace of death. But you only feel a soft, kiss on your head.

Aemond smiles, and you realize he kissed you again. ‘’It was predicted, long ago, that you wouldn’t be frightened, Petal. I must say, I never believed in that. Until now. You have already proved to me that the prophecy is no lie. You make my heart beat again. You Petal, are very dear to me.’’ He puts your free hand on his heart, and you are shocked when your hand sinks away in his chest, proving there is no heart. Just a hole.

You open your mouth, screaming.

‘’Queen Rhaenyra!’’ You hope she comes to save you.

He is very quick to silence you.

‘’Petal!’’ He groans, slamming a hand on your mouth. ‘’No. Bad. I don’t want her here.’’ He says, chuckling to hide how truly scared he is of her. ‘’I don’t want the Queen here. If you prove to be obedient, I might invite her to our wedding. But I don’t want her ruining what I worked so hard for.’’ What work? 

Aemond takes in your chained down feet and your trembling body. He leans in, kissing you on your lips, before moving to your neck, and your shoulders. ‘’My Petal.’’ He proclaims, as if stating a claim over you and your body. You stubbornly try to break free again. He grins. ‘’No, I won’t let you go, until I have what I want.’’ He wants you.

You feel strange sensations and unfamiliar desires battle deep inside of you as his lips gently suck on your skin, pulling your dress more and more down and open. He takes in your breasts, gasping hungrily as if he’s been without food for days. He begins to kiss your breasts, gently touching them with his long fingers. His nails scratch over your mortal skin, and it slightly burns.

You must stop him. ‘’My lady is powerful. If I were you I  won’t do this again or continue.’’ Your voice is pitched, driven by the desire as your head becomes lightheaded.

Aemond scowls, displeased as he stops touching you. “Daemon gave you away to me. He said my happiness is very important to him.” He says. Somehow hearing that Daemon sold you to this monster, breaks your heart. When you lost your own family you had hoped they would take you in. But they betrayed you. Same as your own family. You sob. 

‘’Rhaenyr-’’ Your voice suddenly stops. Aemond smiles, kissing you again. and again. and again.

“Sh, my lovely petal. I will speak, you'll be silent and hear what I have to say. For your own sake.” He whispers kissing your cheeks. Tears break free as you whimper, trying to find your You only fight harder. He chuckles, pleased with this development. “Stop it or I'll take away your free will too, my little petal.” he whispers but his voice is as cold as his eyes. You obey, crying silently. 

He seems to soften at this, awkwardly patting your back. “There is no reason for sadness. You'll be coming with me. You'll become the Queen of the Underworld. All your wishes will come true and all your enemies will watch you triumph. You'll wear the finest silks and the heaviest crowns, entrusted with the rarest gems. You'll be my queen.”

You don’t want to become his Queen.

‘’Mine.’’ He whispers as he kisses your breasts, softly biting on your nipples, causing you to cry out in pain. He chuckles, the pain of you likely arousing him further. ‘’I am the God of everything that's forbidden, Petal. I can feel your desires, sense your lust to take you in this garden, to take and to take until there's nothing left for me to take.” You moan as he begins to push your final layer of clothing down too, inserting his long fingers inside of you. 

You whimper wordlessly. He smiles, undressing himself too. He picks you up by your hips, planting you easily on the stone bench, with your back to his front.  “I am your Queen.” You say, unsure where your sentence is going.

Aemond laughs in response, pushing a finger deep inside of you. “Not yet.  And I have been waiting for this for some time. I have certain plans that will be upheld. And besides…” He bends you as some animal, on your knees ready to be taken. You are once again feeling his fingers, and feel his lips leave kisses on your back. 

You feel trapped.

You begin to whimper again. He kisses you, but his kisses only burn.

“Shh. My love. I've waited so long. And here you are.” he cups your breasts feeling every inch of your skin. “Mine, wet and warm. You'll feel as a delight. I want you to know, Petal. It'll hurt. But that's part of the fun. I'll teach you. How to please me…and yourself.” He promises you as you briefly battle against his strong arms.

“I love you, Petal.” He whispers, before slamming himself inside of you, grabbing you by the hips and taking you on the garden bench. Your cries echo through the night and the garden as pleasure builds, blinding you for a moment. Aemond lets out a deep moan, close to a groan. 

You cry out, trying to escape.

Aemond chuckles and takes you again letting out a sigh. “You will not be going anywhere. Be a good sweet girl and take what I'm giving you.” He whispers. ‘’You like it too, Petal. You are going to like it so much.’’ You know you shouldn’t. Your whimpers increase as well as his moans. 

The taking becomes aggressive and almost painful, as Aemond’s hunger for you grows. You look back, taking in his silver blonde hair and the crown that is still standing perfectly still on his head. You reach out, to touch his face. He bends you back on the bench, taking you again and again. You cry out, the stones muffling your cries and moans. You hear him chuckle, moan and groan in delight, and finally you hear him scream your name. You freeze up, terrified. You never told anyone that. Your real name. Aemond simply lifts you from the bench, inspecting you with a grin. ‘’Your turn, little Petal.’’ He looks at the bloodied bench. He puts you back on your knees, and this time you are being the one catered to. He kisses you much gentler and tries to not bite you anymore. He is allowing you to touch his hips. But not much more than that. Whenever you try to touch his face, or to kiss him, he recoils, clearly annoyed with your attempts. You are new to this. Maybe that is it. But you aren’t an idiot, and deep down you know Aemond is hiding something.

The moans escape your mouth at some point, pleasure taking hold of you and blocking your anger. Aemond grins, satisfied as you begin to carefully move your back against his front, begging for it slightly. He likes that, touches your legs slightly, rewarding you with a soft kiss that makes you shiver. He pats your legs. Aemond chuckles. “It's good, hm?”

You nod. ‘’Y-yes.’’

He smiles. ‘’I will make you finish, Petal. But I need you to do something first for me.’’ You are curious and worried. You are quickly taken again, to block out the question. To make you stop wondering and worrying.

‘’What?’’ You ask.

‘’I need you to hold my crown. For a moment.’’ Aemond says, surprising you. You reach out to his crown, carefully feeling the bones. Nothing happens. Or, nothing you can see. But something has shifted.

You let go of the crown as Aemond touches your back, rubbing it gently for you and kisses you between your legs. ‘’Now it’s time to give you your reward.’’ You brace yourself as Aemond this time forces you on your back, and spreads your legs. You embrace him, as he violently fucks you on the bench, giving you it his all. He builds and builds your pleasure until finally you implode, crying out. He smiles, and you feel relief and satisfaction. He stops.  You are bleeding and a sore mess when he is finished. He is a god, after all. 

You sit up, catching your breath as you stare at your ruined dress. Aemond snaps his fingers, and the next moment you are dressed in a beautiful white lace gown. He smiles, admiring his own magic on your skin. ‘’There. That is fit for a Queen. Not those rags you were put in earlier.’’ He declares, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand. He is taking your temperature. Why? He studies your face carefully too.

‘’A Queen needs a crown, don’t you agree?’’ You say, eying the bone crown on his head. You heard the legends. You know what it does. It would make you the new King of the Underworld. Aemond chuckles, condensing as if he caught you in a lie.

You expect him to take your eye or to kill you in a whim. But he does something unspeakable instead. He boops your nose. ‘’Alas, my powers are limited in this world.  But I assure you, your coronation is one of the most important things on my mind.’’ You don’t doubt that it is. It sounds as if he somehow has your whole life planned out with him.

‘’I would much rather stay here.’’ You say, clearly. ‘’This was fun but …I am a servant.’’ You hope it's embarrassing for him to love someone so lowly.

Aemond shrugs. ‘’You can still be my servant, if you are into serving. You will just be wearing a crown and making all your enemies bow.’’ He gives you a final chance to join him willingly. You step away.

He shrugs once more, and snaps his fingers, opening a vortex of pure darkness under your feet. The darkness sweeps you away and you know exactly where you are going. The Underworld.

You end up in the throne room, laying on the tiles and deeply in pain. A hand helps you stand, and you look at Aemond’s smug face. He doesn’t seem that charming anymore. You sit up, still wearing the gown he gave you. ‘’My love for you is true, Petal. In time, you will see that. But I don’t want Daemon coming back on his agreement.’’ He tells you, and you are shocked that he even tells you this at all.

‘’Why would Daemon come back on his deal?’’ You ask.

He smiles, avoiding the question. ‘’You are as clever as you are beautiful. One day, you’ll figure it out. But for now, I have many enemies. I don’t want them stealing you away from me.’’

‘’Like you stole me?’’ You reply.

‘’Don’t hurt me, Petal.’’ He dramatically clutches at his chest, and his hand vanishes through the fabric inside of the skin. You roll your eyes, but also can’t help the smile that creeps on your lips.

He snaps his fingers, and a thin necklace made out of bones appears around your neck, weighing you down in ways that almost make you stumble to your knees. He smiles as you stumble, fall to your knees and try to tear the necklace off your neck. ‘’See this as your crown, until I know I can trust you. I don’t trust many people, Petal. So, you have one chance with me. Don’t ruin it. Or I will have to add your lovely bones to my collection.’’ Your face is cupped again and Aemond kisses your lips again, this time freed of all bounds that you had in the upper world. He devours and kisses you at the same time, taking pieces of your soul. You try to fight it and to stop it, but after a while you notice you hunger for him, and even pull him back by the collar of his shirt  when he tries to leave. He smiles as an answer. ‘’Welcome home, my Queen.’’ He leaves after that, leaving you alone in the castle.

You try to break the necklace again, and again. And when that does not work, you break into tears and sobs and begin to scream, trying to either free or choke yourself. Eventually, you black out.

A/N USELESS WORLD BUILDING IS HERE

Hello.

As with any fic so tied heavily to lore,

I like to tell you a bit more about the world. So the world is Greek mythology inspired but its also really tied in with demonic things like demons and stuff. ( as i didnt read greek mythology as a kid because and youre gonna laugh ''EW THOSE PEOPLE DID INCEST'' WELL BELLY GUESS WHAT?! XDD'' It is also inspired by OUAT (Once upon a time)’s magic system. (Magic comes with a price, dearie eheheheh) It basically was a unhinged mix of it all. I liked assigning the targaryens with like new goddess thingies because Daemon being the god of dragons it just sounded fun. I wanted him and aemond to have a closer relationship because I think thats great when it all goes to hell:) literally. and the roses. theres a beauty and the beast reference in there too, i feel it. ‘’what of the bones?’’ oh, those. ehm…i dont really know where they came from, and suddenly there were a lot xD when i sat down and edited the fic, Aemond didnt had that power ,..and now he does xD so . xD okay enough rambling bye bye. Let me know what you think. This was my first god aemond Fic xD

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whatever a sun will always sing is you - noah sebastian x f!reader

warnings: none

word count: 2.1k

note: birthday fic for our birthday boy <3 title comes from the poem i carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings

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Noah’s relationship with birthdays is tricky. 

Not just because he doesn’t like big celebrations, he’s also impossible to gift to. Instead of agonising over which art book you’d give him this year, you’ve decided to do something different. While he has scaled down his work schedule quite a bit, you can still tell that he’s so very restless. 

You watch him pace around your living room, while he talks to god knows who on the phone. 

You know that forcing Noah to slow down doesn’t work, you’d tried that and in the end all it had brought you was an argument so bad that you thought that you’d ruined it all. Instead, you’ll bribe him into a slow day. 

Over the weeks leading up to his birthday you’d gathered all sorts of things including bath bombs, facemasks and a brand-new sweater for Noah that you had discovered while you were out shopping. It felt so nice and soft that you simply couldn’t leave it in the store.

When the day finally rolls around, you get up before he does. As a first order of business, you turn off his alarm, before getting a few more things into order. You slip back into bed with him, fitting yourself against his side again. Noah is deep enough of a sleeper for him to remain entirely oblivious. You allow yourself to doze off for a little while longer. 

Eventually, Noah stirs next to you. He shifts and moves, stretches like he always does before he lets out a yawn that almost deafens you. You’d previously joked that he was already making dad noises, when you’re nowhere near that step in your relationship. 

You sit up next to him, trailing your fingers across his skin.

He blinks up at you, still looking rather sleepy. His lips turn up in a soft smile. 

You lean down to kiss him. Noah’s hand curls around the back of your neck, keeping you close to him. You stay close to him when you part. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

For a second you think that he’ll roll his eyes as he does so often. Instead, he gives you that pretty smile of his. 

“Thank you, my love.” 

He pulls you down for another kiss. 

“You have the day off today.” You inform him, “And that’s not a suggestion.” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” he lifts his hand to his forehead in a mock salute. 

“Good.” you press another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Two options. We can go out for breakfast or we stay in.” 

He thinks for a moment, “What’s the out option?” 

“I found a cute place in Santa Monica. I’ve booked us a table, but I can always cancel it.” 

You show him the menu and Noah scrolls through the page for a moment. 

“Does sound really nice.” he still sounds as if he’s trying to make up his mind. 

“We still have a bit of time.” you reply, settling back down next to him, “Just in case it helps you decide, I have made a loose reservation for dinner.” 

You end up having breakfast at home. Noah hovers behind you the entire time – or at least until you banish him to the counter. But even then he keeps finding reasons for you to come over to him. 

After breakfast, you find yourself on your knees for him. It’s as much for you as it is for him. You take your time with him, savouring the different sensation that come with this. You try your best to replicate the devotion Noah showers you with when he’s between your thighs. And judging from the sighs he lets out, you’re doing a pretty good job. You’re pulled up into his arms afterwards. 

For a while you rest like this, curled together, just enjoying the others' presence. Conversation is light, but comfortable. 

It’s nice to just have a day to yourself with him. 

Your fingers trace across the bare skin of his chest. Noah lets out a breathy laugh when your fingers brush against his side. You let yourself soak in his presence for a little while longer, before you decide that it’s time for the next step of your plan. 

You sit up enough for you to be able to look at him. Noah’s hand remains on your side, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. 

“Thought we could have a little self-care day. You always say that you want to join in when I do this, so I planned a little day for you.” 

His eyes soften then, “I don’t know what to say.” 

“You’re good. I’m more than happy to do this.” you place your hand against the side of his face, tracing your thumb across his skin, “Have to treat my boy right, don’t I?”

You swear that his cheeks turn a little pink then. 

“You work so hard, and I just want you to know how proud I am of you. You rarely ever let me do things for you, so I’m forcing you.” you say with a smile that he reciprocates so easily. 

“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you – or this.” 

You know that, by now, he’s saying it in jest. 

“You just do. Accept it. You’re not getting rid of me, and that means that you’ll have to live with me doing nice things for you.” 

Noah lets out a dramatic sigh, “Horrible fate. I don’t know if I can do that.” You lean in to kiss him again, “You’re so brave.” another kiss, “I’m gonna pop upstairs for a moment, okay? I’ll come and get you.” 

Noah’s hand remains on your body for as long as possible. He looks after you with a soft smile playing on his lips, and it makes your heart beat a little bit faster. 

You try to be quick with your preparations. You’ve already placed towels in the dryer and made sure that you have everything you need tucked away in a cupboard. To create a real spa experience you’ve loaded the diffuser with eucalyptus oil. The speaker you’ve placed on the counter fills the room with soft music and with the mostly dimmed light your bathroom feels rather cosy. Once you’ve started to fill the tub with water, you head back to where Noah is waiting for you. 

He’s typing away at his phone, smiling to himself when you enter the living room. He looks up when you sit down next to him. 

“Nick texted.” he announces, before turning his phone towards you. 

The happy birthday text is accompanied by a photo of Nick’s cats. The little party hat he put on Jerry doesn’t incite too much excitement in the cat, but it does look rather adorable. 

“That’s cute. Tell him I said hi.” you drop your head against his shoulder, “You wanna come upstairs with me?”

Noah leaves his phone on the coffee table when he gets up to follow you. His hand finds yours before you reach the stairs. You love how affectionate he is when it’s just the two of you. He’s slowly thawing, allowing himself to be affectionate with you when you’re around other people. He’ll reach for your hand when his chest starts to feel too tight, finding comfort in the way you squeeze his hand. 

You lead him into the now steam filled bathroom. 

Between all of the things you’ve just added and the plants that already were in your bathroom, it’s feeling rather comfy. 

Noah wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his chest against your back. He presses a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I don’t know when I have taken a bath for the last time.” he says quietly. 

“I know.” you drop your head against his chest, “I got a bunch of bath bombs too. Bath salts, whatever you want. Bubbles.” 

You’ve arranged the various products in a little woven basket. Noah inspects it so carefully, picking up different things to smell them. You think that he almost looks a little timid, unsure what to do with the array of things in front of him. He eventually settles on the cloth wrapped bath oil you’d already loved in the store. 

“How does this work? Do I just drop it in?” he asks still sounding a little hesitant. 

It takes him a long moment to really relax when you’re finally in the tub. After a little bit of re-arranging you had managed to convince him to sit in front of you. Eventually, he allows himself to rest against your properly. His head drops back against your shoulder, while you run your fingers through his damp hair. Your other hand rests, entangled with his, on his belly. You tell him about some insignificant gossip from your friend group, about the call you had with your cousin a few days ago and their new puppy. Noah’s laugh rumbles through your body when you tell him about the puppy chewing up the shoes of your cousins partner. A partner neither of you really like. 

When the water starts to cool too much, you ask him to get his hair wet. Noah gives you a perplexed look in response. 

“It’s a bit easier to wash hair when it’s wet, no?” 

He’s a little reluctant to actually let you do it. The only other time he’d let you take care of him like this, he’d been sick as a dog. To make things easier for yourself, you’d climbed out of the tub and sat on the edge of it, wrapped up in your robe. The somewhat stiff posture of his back has eased up a little, and you think that he actually enjoys the affection you shower him with. You gently tilt his head back a little, allowing you to swipe a drop of suds away from his forehead. Noah blinks up at you with a soft smile playing on his lips. You lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“Almost done.” you announce, “Just have to rinse this.”

You usher him into your shared bedroom a while later. When you’d gone to fetch the warmed towels from the dryer, you’d placed the new sweater you bought for him on the bed. 

Noah doesn’t even notice it at first. 

Only when the wrapping paper crinkles under his back, does he sit up again to investigate. 

“What’s that?” 

“Present. For the birthday boy.” You crowd into the space in front of him, coming to stand between his thighs, “Go on. Open it.”

“You already did so much.”

“Noah, we had a bath, and you let me put moisturiser on your face, that’s not a lot.” you say, placing your hands on his shoulders. 

He carefully picks at the tape keeping the paper together. You’ve never seen him tear into wrapping paper, and it always seems as if he’s savouring the moment of unwrapping it as much as he does the present itself. 

“I saw it in a store while I was out getting stuff for today and it just looked so comfy.” you explain while he unfolds the sweater. 

It’s a nice deep blue, but the selling point had been the soft fabric. Sure the price tag had made almost made you reconsider, but your boy deserves only the best. 

He examines it with an adorably focused face. 

“Thank you, my love. I love it.” 

You bring a hand to the side of his face, allowing you to gentle steer him closer to you. You meet him in a soft kiss. Noah lingers with you for a bit longer, letting both of you bathe in this moment. 

When he eventually lets himself drop back onto the bed, you follow, fitting yourself against him so comfortably. You have one thigh draped across his and an arm thrown across his chest. His skin is so warm and soft beneath your palm, and you can’t stop yourself from kissing every inch of him that is within reach. 

Noah lets out a sigh, “Thank you for all of this.”

“Of course.” you place another kiss against his chest, “Doesn’t have to stay a special occasion thing, you know? You’re more than welcome to join in.” 

“Maybe I will.” he hums out in response, “Felt kinda nice to be taken care of like that.” 

“Good because you deserve it.” You shift until you can look at him, “This and so much more.” 

You swear that there’s a little bit of damp gathering in his eyes, but he quickly blinks it away again. 

“I love you so much.” he says eventually, bringing you somehow even closer to him. 

“And I love you.” 

Hours later, you decide to skip out on the dinner reservation. You still have store-brought pizza dough in the fridge and every thing else you need to make dinner at home. And if you’re honest with yourself, you’d much rather spend the rest of the day tangled up with him in your own home than anywhere else. And the content smile on Noah’s face more than enough proof for you. 

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Meet cutes NYC

In which during the Miami race, a certain power couple gets interviewed and finally reveal the details of how they met.

warnings: none.

childhoodsweetheart! reader x lewis hamilton

“Excuse me, sorry are you two a couple?” the man walks up to them, catching Lewis and especially his wife by surprise.

“We are,” Lewis smiles proudly

“Could you guys please tell me the story of how the two of you met?”

Lewis’ face instantly lights up and y/n laughs at her husband's reaction, not remembering the last time she had been asked that. “That’s a long story-, oh my god wait I think I've seen you guys on uh Insta right?"

"Yes, we go around mainly New York to ask couples how they met," the interviewer informs. “We’ve got time,” Lewis shrugs, “as long you're alright with it?” He looks at his wife knowing well y/n was always the private one about her personal life.

“Is it for your channel or something?” y/n asks politely, still a little hesitant about the idea.

“We go around all over New york but also around the world asking couples how they’ve met,” he shows them their instagram page. Y/n's eyes widen at the large following count and is satisfied about their legitimacy. 

“Sure why not, but again it’s a long story,” she laughs leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. “Do you want to start us off?”

“We met when we were eight, I believe y/n was new to the area at the time. Anyways, I actually was on the playground by myself, didn’t have any friends at the time but this one comes along and walks up to me and compliments me because she saw me in a newspaper. We were at the time one of the very few coloured people in our school. We then became inseparable and very close with my family. She even used to look after my brother when I was away during races.”

“Almost every holiday break I would come down and watch him race, that's actually how I met Susie and Seb and Nico,” Y/n adds. 

“She used to always buy me these chocolates from the news agency for my birthday each year and we would split it, at the time because I was putting all my money into racing. But anyways, when we were fifteen, I asked her out to become my girlfriend, I was also racing more but like we would always write letters and email to contact each other. I would always get her to fly over and spend time with me during holiday breaks so we could spend more time together, hang out. When we graduated actually, I asked her to marry me,” he bashfully said, rubbing the back of his neck as his wife blushed at the memory and covered her face with her hand.

“Really?” the interviewer exclaims.

“Yeah,” Lewis nods, “you know like I didn’t want to be apart from her. She you know was—, is my everything. She believed in me when no one else wouldn’t.” 

“So what happened?”

“Well you know at the time we were so young and both so ambitious in our own rights. I think what was going through my head at the time was that we had so much to discover about ourselves and definitely at that age the relationship with the media and Lewis’ career on the rise wouldn't have worked. Also, the fact that I wanted to do so many things as well for myself would have held Lewis back, and I knew deep within me that I would have been selfish for that," Y/n continues. "You know he means so much to young kids of colour, to fans of formula one, etc and that was that. So you know we talked about it, cried and yelled about it but in the end it was very mutual and we both understood. So we broke it off—”

“Sorry, but I remember her saying you know after all the crying and yelling that I was gonna date around actresses and models, marry a model slash actress and stuff. But I remember clear as day I said to her that I wasn’t going to marry anyone if wasn’t her; and she thought I was joking—”

“Well I mean hello he was what seventeen/eighteen at the time. Also what he said was just a coincidence,” y/n cuts in.

“Nuh. Nuh, I didn’t realise it till after I married you,” he teased. Y/n rolls her eyes at his cheesiness that has the interviewer smiling from cheek to cheek.

“Anyways, long story short, we met through Nicholas, Lewis' brother. He was in Uganda helping out a charity I helped organise with a friend where we were building a school. From memory he posted about us to get some views for donating,” Y/n summed it up.

“The moment I saw it I immediately asked Nico for her contacts because I just wanted to meet her. We were in contact for about a month before I invited her to a race, we then immediately hit it off like and we dated for a year then got married.”

“Wow,” the person breathed, “so you’ve known each other since you were eight. What would you say is your favourite thing about each other?”

Y/n chuckles as Lewis can’t help but laugh at her too. 

“I think for me,” Y/n starts, “is how giving he is and how much attention he pays. Like you know even back when we were kids he would always try to get me small things like for example when I visited him in 2003 he gave me this necklace here actually,” she shows off the simple pearl pendant necklace, “because I mentioned once that I really liked pearls because from memory were talking about gemstones. But like even now he’s just so thoughtful and stuff.”

“For me it’s her kindness, and she’s always looked past first appearances cause like for me personally I was never anyone’s first choice. Whether that was games or-, or on the playground—, she chose me first and that meant so much. You know, even with my brother, she didn’t think much of it, she was never embarrassed about being seen with him, playing with him and making sure he feels included like that’s when I knew I was in love with her,” Lewis explained.

“Well, thank you guys so much!"

"no worries man, take care."

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☆ 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝑅𝑂𝐶𝐾 – 𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐴 𝐼𝐼.

PAIRING: singer!guitarist!mattheo x arabella!journalist!reader TW: swearing maybe, mentions of alcohol, sex and drugs WORD COUNT: 1.2k A/N: I'm in love with singer!guitarist!mattheo who is still a hopeless romantic SONGS: Lovers Rock by TV Girl // PLAYLIST

☆ MASTERLIST PART1 PART2

✰ Are you sick of me? Would you like to be? I'm trying to tell you something Something that I already said

Mattheo’s been restless ever since you left him there like that, standing alone on the stage as you claimed to work for the Rolling Stone magazine, feeling as if he was in a dream, or on acid – euphoric; the unmistakable feeling wouldn’t have left him alone for even a second for two entire days. However, this euphoria had turned into nervousness over time, but the boys wouldn’t have for god’s sake left him alone. No, they kept teasing him endlessly with you.

“Dude, you need to call her up finally,” Theo started the conversation the other evening, standing by the window, smoking.

Mattheo just hummed at the declaration, reaching into the fridge for the leftover pizza.

“Yeah, man, we need the interview and you need the girl. I mean, it’s a win-win situation,” Dax continued.

Mattheo stayed quiet yet again. He knew this was the opportunity, but also, this was the girl. The girl who made him feel like a giddy teenager again who’d got a crush on the cool, edgy girl. He felt like he was in Freaky Friday, just the other way around. He knew he’d work his courage up eventually because it had been bugging him for weeks. You – you had been bugging him for weeks before he’d even get to meet you. Ever since you had crept into his dreams and he wrote ‘Arabella’, and an only-ever-expanding list of songs.

And he had your number, it was as if the Universe had been shouting at him abruptly to just make that bloody move for a relationship he clearly had been craving.

After a few more minutes of Mattheo’s awful silence, Enzo jumps up from the sofa. “Where’s the paper? I’ll call her if you won’t.”

Mattheo froze. You gave him your number, not Enzo. You wanted him to call, right? Not Enzo. And what if when you heard Enzo’s posh accent you just, boom, fell for him? What if you were into bassists? No, he had to man up and talk to you. And as his insecurities got the best of him, he stepped away from the counter and took his phone out of his pocket, flipping it to take the piece of paper with your pretty handwriting on it out of the phone case. “I’ll call her,” he emphasized the pronoun, maybe a bit too possessively.

☆☆☆☆

“So, how did the name Pureblood Trauma come?”

“We were high,” Theo started but Mattheo took the opportunity from his friend to explain the meaning behind it, shifting in his seat across you, his eyes raking over your features every now and then.

“We had this joke about our parents being obsessed with blue blood and how they weren’t any better than the Aryan or Nazis.”

They all thought back to how Enzo’s suggestion of the band name, who was clearly joking, but still utterly high, had earned giggles turning into hearty laughter from the three other young men.

After a few questions about the band itself, you switched to asking some about their songs which clearly had potential, even if we only looked at the lyrics.

“Your song, Arabella, or a recording of it, has become quite popular on the internet. The muse, Arabella seems quite the mysterious type, and almost over-this-world, and you’ve got some creative metaphors for her personality. How did you come up with her character?” you inquired.

Enzo and Dax managed to keep their cool with only a twitch of their lips and a shared glance, but Theo’s quiet snort came out muffled, muttering a ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ as he looked over at Mattheo whose cheeks had gone a few shades pinker at the question. Because, god, how could he tell you it was about you?

“Um, it’s about a girl I once saw in my dream, and she kept reappearing in my sleep after. The idea of her just had me in a chokehold for weeks. She seemed so real but could never really… grasp her character until somehow I came up with the line ‘And a helter-skelter round her little finger and I ride it endlessly’ after Theo pointed out how this girl seemed to have me wrapped around her little finger,” he explained, carefully leaving out the details about how your hair bounced in his dreams, how your lips wrapped around the cigarette you two shared, and it was you, generally, who had him in that desperate chokehold.

You can’t help but be intrigued by the idea of this girl only being a mere memory of a few dreams, because, hell, she felt like she was so much more than that; real, and you couldn’t help but identify with her vibe, the resonance her personality flooded, what felt intergalactic, almost.

You were also impressed by the way Mattheo expressed his attraction to this mysticism with all the metaphors he used. The one about the helter-skelter ‘round Arabella’s little finger meaning he was under her spell, got him wrapped around her little finger, and also meaning how confusing his love for this girl is. Or how he describes her as prettier than the sunset. You were convinced that was impossible.

☆☆☆☆

You knew doing this, asking him to go out for a few drinks wasn’t very professional of you.

But you couldn’t help it at the same time.

You wanted to know more, and more, and more about Arabella, but also, about the mastermind behind the lyrics. You were certain you could listen to Mattheo talk pretty much all day and night, as well as listen to him sing for the same amount of time.

Or just stare at him.

And you had. Oh, how much you had listened to him and stared at him at the pub, on the way to your apartment, and during the night; while he was rocking his hips against yours and during the aftermath, as in smoking by your open living room window, the candles, the subtle red light of your vintage record player and the end table light by your black leather couch creating an ambient light for the two of you to enjoy each other’s company.

He was growing more and more infatuated with you, and he knew he was walking a dangerous sole, a slippery slope that could lead to heartbreak if his obvious feelings for you had been unrequited.

But they weren’t, and you made that obvious by repeating this night over and over, and by always making coffee for the both of you the next morning, always finding an excuse for him to stay a bit longer, and never missing an opportunity to talk to him.

Sitting by the narrow counter island over your coffee, you glanced over at him while playing with the ring on your thumb that you took off of Mattheo’s index finger the previous night, the one with the emerald-eyed snake. “That night, at the concert. You called me Arabella. Why?” you asked, having no clue how to word it at first.

He took a bit of time before answering.

“Because you are. You are the girl from and of my dreams,” he took your hand in his and pressed his lips to your knuckles.

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Phantom Spasms | Headcanons

Pro-Hero!MHA x Reader: Kirishima, Midoriya, Tamaki, Shinsou, Bakugou

Words: 3.8k

Prompt:

A telltale quiver wracks your body every now and then. Trembling: like a ghost which holds its wrenching fingers in wait to play piano on your nerves and muscles- attacking your body without warning or mercy. Once upon a time, those unsettling sensations would have been the sign of a flare-up or overextention… but now, phantom spasms merely unlock memories of pains seen and unseen. How will your hero best soothe your aches?

Warnings: desc. of injury/ body aches, language (because BK exists) HURT/COMFORT/FLUFF assorted

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A/N: Still working through some fun asks, but here's some headcanons since it's been a minute~ show weeks are crazy for me (my theatre kids get it) Happy Halloween and Happy Booping, yall!

--Eijiro Kirishima

The first time you jumped out of your skin at work due to someone's hand landing on your back, Sero simply figured you spooked easily from behind. You made a joke right away to his teases. Then another time, you pinned whoever it was to the wall, when it happened to poor unsuspecting Mina at a party. You apologized and everyone laughed the overreaction off- sweet ‘Pinky’ included. 

But it wasn’t till it happened a third time at night -in your kitchen- with your own sweet-spirited Kirishima, that he finally became the one to learn what the reason behind your jerks stems from.

You were a little down in the face, getting some ice cream when he sleepily trudged out of bed for some water– and to find his sweetheart who’d left him cold and lonely. He found you up and tracing the bottom of your dish with your spoon, and made to come behind you with a hand to your waist– when you gasped. Flinching hard and snacking him with a grab– to root him to the spot and rear up to hit your attacker-

"OW- babe, it's just me!!" 

Your eyes widened and back stayed arched until you kind of stuttered and rubbed it with your free hand. Your gaze fell away to Kirishima’s arm- with stinging tears and guilt. You’d drop the scoop carelessly on the counter and regulate your breaths, all in hopes this could be perceived as another nervous-nelly reaction and not sign of what this actually is… something worse. 

"I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, baby-" Kiri carefully raised a hand to brush your face into a sweet caress. Like magic, his touch soothes and your back finally eased up and let you sigh.

"No. I'm sorry. God, did I hurt you?" you straightened and rubbed at his arm yourself.

"Nah, it's fine, manly hit tho, babe!" He brushed it off until his laugh died seeing your eyes. "Hey. You ok? Is... something wrong with your back?" Kirishima smooths your hoodie’s folds back over your shoulders and down your arms to casually hold your waist."You were... rubbing it, just now."

"...happens more than I let on..." you sighed a little dejected. "Old injury, just - spasms- sometimes, when someone comes from behind me and I didnt notice." 

Kirishima’s gears worked together through the drowsiness,, "so... when Mina?"

"Yeah."

"And when Sero came in the-"

"Not as bad, but yeah," you nodded.

"Oh God, babyyyy," he lifted you and rubbed the outsides of your thighs when he sat you on the counter, shifting the ice cream remnants aside and caressing your low back. "Why didn't you say anything? I never would have teased you like that! Damn, I give you surprise hugs all the time..."

"It's not all the time!" you tried to assure him. "I usually hear you or know it's coming, and it's nice. It's really nice." 

A fond smile brings you to run a hand through his floppy hair. 

"I.... it actually feels better when I know it's you at my back. It feels... safe, y’know?"

He hummed and lifted his brows, raising his hands to your cheeks and giving you a sweet kiss. 

"Then consider me your personal koala, angel. I've got your back." The reassurance would touch you at its sweetness– till you see that he glanced down to your cleavage. "And your front, too."

"Oh hush, Kiri."

He laughed at the far more tame slap at his chest and tickled your sides to get you to join in. Once calmed down, you hugged Kirishima tight from your spot on the counter and so did he- now taking careful, soothing rubs on your back. 

"I love you so much, baby. Tell me anytime it hurts from now on, ok?"

-- Izuku Midoriya

It was in training at Grounds A when it began storming outside, so you figured you’d stay a little longer and not fight the bad weather on the roads. If nothing else, it gives you extra time to watch him practice his new and improved shoot style. With the new suit came a learning curve, so Izuku practically lived on campus nowadays, long after his classes were over. Before he could take to the streets, he’d need to learn how to work as a hero again, merging his physical disciplines with the new tech he now wears to protect himself. 

Happy to spend any break with him and support him on his hero track, you came anytime Izuku called and asked for you to take notes. He’d call out how high he guesses he can reach, and you’d yell the actual figure back as soon as he landed; as a game of sorts to see how far he could go. 

Izuku shouted one simultaneously with a thunder crack and while you did answer, it sounded faint. He looked back through sweaty bangs and he noticed you kind of spoke it downwards to the ground- and you were rubbing at your back with an awkward reach.

"You ok?" Izuku called– you looked up suddenly and smiled to mask the quivering sensation as it died down.

"Yeah, I'm good! Go again!"

A few more rounds passed and in between kicks, the thunder cracked again. Even Izuku cringed at the sight out the window, seeing how nasty it was getting. The passing worry over ‘Kacchan’ being out in this drek came through a mutter when he bounded back to your side with a solid thud on the ground, looking to you for perhaps some reassurance– 

– at least he was seeking you out, until he realized he was the one who needed to attend to you. Izuku’s eyes went wide and he rushed to your side with a higher-pitched call of your name.

Shoulders held uncomfortably straight, you were half slumped on the railing, trying to regulate your breaths. 

Izuku huffed over to your side in a second, the flash of electric teal ebbing through his suit's grooves catching your eyes as he worried in front of you. 

"I'm really fine," you rasped, "it happens’a lot– more annoying than anything." You chuckled as it eased up and allowed you to carefully kneel to a sit. Izuku crouches by you too, easing you down slowly.

"Honey, that's not normal! What's happened? Are you ok?? " 

He is quick to start mother-henning you, cupping your cheeks… and you had to smile.

"It’s just a phantom pain," you twisted and pointed at the back "Not even really ‘painful’ anymore, even- just.. strange. Like, have you ever had a bad dream that something's poking you in the back, but nothing’s really there?"

He sweated through that strange scenario, "Uhhhhh, no? I've never had that before..."

"Well, it’s a thing. The doctor checked me out," you brushed off all the same. "Just the thunder spooked me, and it acted up. Loud noises make me jump., and everything siezes."

Izuku is still hard to settle, so you give him the speed-read through what happened to you. A rookie mistake of pushing yourself beyond your limits when you were young resulted in a (potentially) life-long bout with strengthening your core, keeping good posture… years have been spent working around the scar tissue under the surface as best as you can manage.

"Scar tissue?"

"Yeah, right... here." 

You thumbed at the spot of your tremors, 

"Surgery took care of it. There's not even a bad incision- it just..--”

-a low rumble shook the sky-

“- teases, sometimes. Under the surface."

"Oh," Izuku mumbled, noting you seemed embarrassed, “So it’s like a missing limb? Amputees will say that, I hear. Aizawa has before, too, after what he did with his leg...”

Thinking back to a darker time, you’d felt the same of yourself… when you worried whether or not you’d walk again. It has been so scary, feeling that there should have been horrible pins and debris sticking out of you with how your nerves twisted and pinched all around the site of your wound. As much as you wish it wouldn't, sometimes it feels like yesterday that you were laid up in the hospital for endless scans and tests for weeks on end.

Simply put, you agree so as to not worry him more: “In a way, yes.”

"-But it’s not hurting you?"

"Not... ‘hurt’ exactly, just feels kinda queasy."

Izuku’s powers of observation can read as overwhelming, though right now, you think it’s sweet how he’s taking in every inch of you to memory. He's running through a thousand and one solutions- you know the signs.

He got an idea. 

"Hey, well, let me rinse off and we can stay in and watch a show until this storm lets up! That way, you won’t be alone! And I'll sit at your back... I can rub it, if it helps?" His ears got a little pink as he rambled through, but you smiled up at his eyes sweetly. 

"That'd be nice~"

-- Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki laid curled up in his favorite spot on your chest: his long-sleeved hand rests tucked into himself while he nuzzles into your neck. It’s his favorite spot since he could hear you and feel all of you so well, but you didn't have to see his face.

He admittedly had fallen asleep there, even though a storm had started. Poor baby can sleep through almost anything as long as you're still enough (as his pillow).

But today? When your jump underneath him roused him, he suddenly went self conscious,

"mmmmmAHHH, s-sorry, I didnt- I... hey, what are..."

A moment’s delay, Tamaki noticed your pained expression as you let out shallow breaths. 

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you??"

"No, honey, no, you’re... ahh... yer’fine...." you tried to press your tummy back down and nuzzle back into bed. You were clearly preoccupied and not able to fully focus on resolving his quivering self as quickly as you normally would. 

"Y-you’re shaking..." Bridging up on an elbow off of you, Tamaki sounded concerned and a little more commanding. He could be very protective once he knew there wasn't a risk of embarrassing himself, "Tell me what hurts, love."

He laid on his side and regarded every twitch of your face as you glanced his way. For all his shrinking into himself and generally submissive nature, no one stands in your corner like Tamaki Amajiki. Now with your roles of confidence reversed, you felt ashamed not telling him sooner.

"It's just... my low back." You turned to face him, thumbing it, and he instantly touched the spot, your skin jumping at contact but settling as he palmed it. "It acts up sometimes... old injury and all."

"Do I need to take you to the nurse?"

"Oh no," you brushed off, "there's nothing she'd do anyway- it's supposed to go away on its own." Then another thunderclap brought it on again, and he tightened onto you again.

His little face dropped, feeling horrible that you were suffering all this time. After your initial recovery, physical therapies, even taking you to and from your yoga classes, Tamaki had foolishly assumed you’d made a full recovery without an ounce of lingering trouble.

 "I can't believe I didn't see this before. God, I'm a terrible boyfriend…" he mumbled into your shoulder, holding on for comfort as he tucked you under his arm so your back laid mostly on the bed again and he shielded you from on top. You cooed at his self deprivation and just petted through his hair.

"Tama-honey,” you tapped his chin to look up at you, "you're the best boyfriend I could- ever- wish for.”

And it's not a lie- never a lie when it comes to him. Had he only been in your life during your recovery from that pesky broken leg back in your teens, you're sure you would have bounced back ten times faster.

You're here now," you sunk adorably under him to make him feel bigger, "why would I ever feel anything but completely safe with you?"

His little lip quivered into a smile and he leaned to kiss your nose and cheek to which you sighed at both touches happily. "What should I do? To help, I mean?"

You keen a little at this caring attention. You rarely told him to do anything due to his fawning -and already skittishy- nature that simply wanted to be held and adored when in your company… but with how gentle he's being, this opening makes you answer him honestly. What's so wrong about giving him a reason to please you?

"Back rubs are nice~”

When you turn over gingerly and he starts to pet along your back, you wiggle your hips a touch.

“You can go under, hon. I won’t break, promi-”

“U-UNNDER?!” 

You giggle into the pillow. Simple back scratches will have to do for your shy darling.

-- Hitoshi Shinsou

You haven't noticed much pain since you were in the hospital, post-accident. The meds they gave you were gold, and just about knocked you out within fifteen minutes of a dose. Truly all you’d wanted was to go home and ride out your recovery, but everyone on staff urged you to take the PT seriously, as it would help you in the long run. Your chief cheerleader -and drill sergeant- was none other than your partner in both heroics and love, Shinsou.

Once settled in your second story apartment, you really hedged against leaving to brave the stairs unless absolutely necessary. But even when you needed to for an appointment, Hitoshi was there, taking you by the hand to support you step by step. There to help you shower, there to help you dress until you could proudly manage on your own. But even then, you claimed you relied on his witty banter more than anything else… He’s strong in every sense of the word, and stoic where you need him to be, even now off duty. You missed heading out to fight crime with him, but ‘all in good time, sweetness’ was his anthem during your six week long ‘house arrest’.

Being home was such a happy change of pace from the white hallways of the triage floor; you were actually eager to tackle the monotony of chores again. Shinsou had encouraged you to rest, but didn’t fuss or demand it when you went piddling around the apartment. It wasn’t until you were putting dishes away that you had your first, huge flare-up.

You couldn’t even call it pain- just the most intense muscle spasm and queasiness you've ever felt that shook you from your low back up your spine. The sensation honestly scared you. The mug in question immediately retreated to the counter and you stumbled beside the fridge -balancing on the counter- your breaths fast and short as the tremors vibrated in you, 

"Hi–Hitoshi?!" You called weakly, trying not to panic.

He was there in a matter of seconds; he’d already heard the crash and was on his way to investigate. You heard him curse lightly before coming up beside and behind you, lowering your arms from their mismatched hold on whatever cabinet handles you could grab and placed both palms on the counter, 

"Let go," he prompted, and you obeyed without any coercion. When you held onto the flat surface, he took your waist in his hands to steady you. "Don't tense- breathe through it, deep breaths."

"What's happening…?" you can’t turn to look, even though you wanted to.

"It's in your back, right here?" Shinsou laid a warm palm on the queasy area, and you whimpered an affirmation. "You're ok, sweetheart. It’ll pass- it's just a spasm. It'll pass... just breathe."

You forced yourself an inhale that’s not as slow as you know he’d prefer, but Shinsou doesn’t correct you. Here he stands, rubbing your back with two expert fingers and his thumb over the bundle of nerves where your initial surgery had been. It seemed to help because breathing got easier. 

"That's it,” He whispered close to your ear, closing his eyes to pray. "You're doing good." He kissed a few spots on your shoulder as you relaxed as the minute wore on, him rubbing your back and you sinking away from the counter as your back bowed back from its arch.

"Oh my God...." you breathed.

"Better?"

You nodded. He looked up and saw the open pantry and let out a little breath. He kept a hand on your waist and put the mug up himself.

"You know things like this are why I'm here. Don't push yourself."

You soured at that, "I should be able to reach things in my own kitchen..."

"You will- just not right now." Shinsou said firmly, but in a tone that softened at the end whenever he was with you. You turned your back to the counter,

"Thanks," you breathed out, rubbing up his arm. "That was... really wierd. And kinda scary."

"The same happens in my neck from time to time. Not so much anymore. It will fade after a couple months." 

You exasperated at the sound of that time frame. Shinsou had suffered a bout of whiplash after a villain sting earlier that year, and you remembered his more subtle shudders and shivers indicating his nerves were getting back to standard operating procedure. That neurological progress took nearly half the year, just as he said.

But Shinsou knows your brand of impatience all too well. He lifted your chin to his gaze, more concern than scolding, 

"-which is why you need to take your recovery seriously. I know you wanna bounce back fast; I can help you get there. You know what to do. We want to avoid these as much as we can."

You nodded, but your chest still sunk. You know more practically that you couldn’t bother him every time it happened, yet you now fear what would happen now if he hadn't been here. He’s only off night duty for another week, so after this weekend, you’ll be managing life solo, more or less… 

But despite any lingering discomfort showing on your face, Shinsou would do anything to see it go away. He pressed a kiss to the soft edge of your eyeline and leaned his forehead to yours, rubbing your back comfortably in his hold- making your hands naturally hold back on his arms to make him stay. He brought you gaze back up, 

"Hey sunshine..." 

You opened your eyes to see his small smile. Makes him look all the more sleepy, but it’s such a soft sight, you’re happy to see it all the same.

"Do you trust me?"

You smiled back a little brighter. "I do."

"Then you should let me help you when you need it. I'm counting on you to tell me when that is. Promise?"

"I promise." You closed your eyes, just soaking in his presence. "I just want to be normal, babe."

He nuzzled noses with you, "Normal is subjective. You're healing, and that's nothing to be ashamed of."

You had to smile at his logical reasoning– takes after his mentor. So you nodded and asked if you could turn in and start up a bath, even if it was a little early in the day.

He massaged the soft skin by your ear and responded, "of course, love. Whatever you want."

--Katsuki Bakugo

You had rare help in the kitchen most days at this hour, since Bakugou was still on some personal leave from his agency (a forced break from his pr specialist who's placed him in time-out from the public eye). Given the availability he now has should be regarded as a gift, he was there to readily help you and no doubt distract you with kisses while you worked. His teasing has carried on throughout the afternoon as he cleaned up behind you, and was working on washing up the last few dishes when you were getting out a stockpot for dinner.

Crouching a little too fast to reach it on the low shelf, the shooting queasiness had your back bowing, and breath expelling out of your lungs in a gasp not unlike ‘fear’. You flopped almost immediately to your butt and pivoted with your back to the cabinet as you let out an uncontrollable moan.

At the sound of a hushed 'ughhh not again' in your first language, Bakugo peeked from the other end of the island and couldn’t find you at first… so he leaned off to the side and found your crunched body on the floor.

With a loud curse, he dropped everything and rushed to your side, 

"What the hell happened??" Bakugou’s hands went everywhere, from your hands to your shoulder, scanning your legs and your tense face for signs of a cut or a bruise you could have made this quickly.

"Babe, I'm fine, this is normal f’me."

"THE FUCK YOU’RE FINE– you're on the DAMN FLOOR!" He went to pull you up bridal style but you stopped him suddenly,

"No, no don't!! It's just gotta pass first…"

His eyes went wide and felt panic creep down his back. Bakugou flopped criss-crossed on the floor, and ran a hand through his hair- all that’s left was to watch you helplessly, which was the last thing he wanted to do in this moment. Surely he could do something. The waiting made him angrier than ever for a split second, until he reigned in some breaths himself. Eventually, the blond just reached a hand out to rub your knee. What else was he supposed to do?

You sensed your boyfriend’s now silent concern, and sent a little weak smile his way as it started ebbing away, 

"It's already better. My back just seized up sometimes, it's just an old injury that acts up every now and again. I usually don't do ‘squatty’ movements like that- things that tax it,” -you wink a little playfully- “Rookie mistake~”

Bakugou nodded, yet just stared at your core as it leveled back to normal.

"Sorry about that. Getting older sure doesn’t help these things~" You breathed out as you sat up normally-- only to have Bakugou launch at you fast and grip you to him–

You yelped at his sudden reach but brought a hand to his back– strange, that you think you might need to soothe him instead with how hard he’s breathing– 

"Katsuki?"

"Don't scare me like that again, dummy," he croaked out, nuzzling his face into the warmth of your neck and cradling your head to him in the dearest way.

Really, you should know better by this point. He can be battered and bruised beyond recognition and won’t pay a bit of attention to himself… but when you get so much as a paper cut or a wasp’s sting, and he will nearly go ballistic to tend to you.

[notedchampagne]

I hate when in Modern AUs people make Harrowhark Catholic and then a. Don't understand even the barest hint of what makes something Catholicism. And b. Miss the whole thing about the religion of the Ninth House being markedly different from the regular religion so making her Catholic (outside of an American setting perhaps) doesn't work thematically!

But yeah the worst is when in any fic they're like oh Harrow is the CATHOLIC PRIEST'S DAUGHTER and it's like bruh she's in a cult cult at this point now and your story has now thematically changed. smh :/

oooh treat because this is a good take and i like it. i like making jokes about catholic harrow but the ninth house is explicitly a divergence from the "typical" religion. personally shed be in a marianist type cult, but im also not opposed to her being raised catholic and thinking shes completely normal for fixating on mary. this is partially because i like exploring the aspect of harrow being the "nutty religious church girl" to other people where she is still ostracized despite her conformity to catholicism, because of her problems and issues and being a dyke etc. either way i like exploring how shes deeply religious in her core and has to redefine who god is for herself

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 30: Sexting with Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool X Fem!Reader Word Count: 1441 Warnings: Sexting, Masturbation (F and M), Dirty talk, Pet names, Wade being Wade.

Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

Laying alone in bed is probably the worst thing ever.

Wait. No.

Laying alone in bed with Wade hundreds of miles away and not on his way home is the worst thing ever.

And to top it off? You’re really fucking horny.

The show you have playing has long since lost your attention, too busy scrolling on your phone, and eyeing your vibrator on the nightstand every few seconds when…Ding!

3:03 AM Wade❤️: Hey sweetcheeks! Wade❤️: Made it to the safe house Wade❤️: This place is a dump! Wade:❤️: Missing your pretty butt! 🍑

Sitting up quickly, immediately alert, you smiled at your phone screen, glad he was okay, but a glance at the time made you sigh.

Of course there was a ridiculous time difference.

It was probably midday wherever he is, that’s usually what he tries to do so he could get right down to business.

3:04 AM You: Wade it’s 3 in the morning here You: I could have been asleep!

It was a joke, and he knew that. This was a silly little thing you two did to lighten the heaviness of all the distance,

Wade❤️: Yeah, but you weren’t! Wade❤️: And now I get to bother you!

You: 🙄 You: Flight good?

Wade❤️: Yup! Wade❤️: Till the plane crashed

You: THE PLANE WHAT

Wade❤️: Kidding!

You: Asshole You: I was gonna send you a pic cuz I’m really horny but now you can forget it

You smirked as you thought about the way he definitely jumped up and stared wide eyed and open mouthed at the phone.

3:06 AM

Wade❤️: Wait!! Wade❤️: Baby! Wade❤️: I’m sorry! Wade❤️: I was kidding! Wade❤️: I wanna see your tiddies!!

You: … You: Was gonna be my pussy but since you’re begging

Sitting up on your knees you faced the full-length mirror that made up the sliding doors of your closet, flushing a little as you fiddled with the camera angle for a moment.

Rather than take off the shirt you’d stolen from his hamper you simply lifted it until your tits fell free, holding the hem in your teeth to keep it out of the way, and with your non-camera hand you cupped one of your breasts, making sure the nipple was visible between your thumb and pointer finger.

Snap

3:09 AM

You: Sent a picture

Wade

Wade❤️: Sweet holy duck I love you Wade❤️: Duck Wade❤️: Fuck

You: lol I know You: Reciprocation is my love language btw

3:11 AM

Wade❤️: Sent a picture

The preview of the picture was enough to make your face heat up even more, and opening it made your pussy clench around nothing.

He was in his civilian clothes, a pair of grey sweats, a black hoodie, and a balaclava that had been discarded on the bed next to him.

The waistband of his sweats was pulled down under his balls, so his half hard dick sat front and center against his belly, already slowly flushing pink. He had pulled his shirt up just under his chest, giving you a perfect view of his abs, scars and all.

God he was beautiful to you.

Laying back on the bed you slipped a hand between your thighs to tease at your clit over your panties, typing on the screen with once hand.

3:13 AM

You: The things I would do to you if I was there…

Wade❤️: Yeah? Wade❤️: Tell me

You: Well You: You wouldn’t still be dressed

Wade❤️: No?

You: Cuz I’d rip them off You: Then I’d make you lay on the bed, or floor, or whatever flat surface the dump in question has You: Then I’d suck your cock till you cum down my throat at least once

Wade❤️: At least?

You: Yeah You: I might wanna do it more than once 🤷‍♀️

Wade❤️: What next?

You: That was a fast response You: Getting worked up over there?

You smirked at your own teasing, riling yourself up as much as him.

3:14 AM

You: Please tell me you’re touching yourself

Wade❤️: Oooohhh yeah Wade❤️: I’m harder than Wolvies hair gel right over here

You: Can I see?

Wade❤️: Sent a picture

This picture was at the same angle, and his shirt and sweats were in the same places too, but his cock was fully hard now, the tip just starting to glisten, his free hand was wrapped around it, the slightest blur to that part of the picture told you his hand was moving.

You slipped your hand past the hem of your panties to tease at your pussy lips, gathering the slick that was long since started to pour from you.

3:15 AM

You: Fuck…

Changing your own position just a little you lifted your wrist so he could see past the hem to where your hand disappeared between your legs, making sure the light could catch the shine of your arousal.

3:16 AM

You: Sent a picture

Wade❤️: Jesus Wade❤️: I never get tired of how wet you get Baby Wade❤️: Sent a video

Opening the video, you found it was only about a minute long, but it was perfect.

In it he was running his hand up and down his cock, thumb swiping over the tip every so often, gathering the pre-cum to spread it down his length, making a wet sound that made you press a little harder against your clit, sending a jolt through your body.

Over it all was his voice. “Fuck, Baby…Wish this was your hand…Or mouth…Fuck, or pussy.”

Switching to the camera again you started videoing as you pressed your fingers into yourself, trying to get a better angle so he could see where your digits disappeared into your body, two of them barely enough to give you that full feeling that only he could really supply.

You had to resist the urge to bite back your voice, not normally the type to make a lot of noise while alone, but you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Wade…Miss your fingers…”

3:20 AM

Wade❤️: I’m calling

Wade❤️ Is Calling Call Rejected

Wade❤️: ???

You: This is really working for me

Wade❤️: Awe is Baby camera shy?

You: I just sent you a vid of my pussy You: I’m just really getting off on the…Idk chasteness of this?

Wade❤️: Ykw fair Wade❤️: I am too

You: What would you do if I was there?

Wade❤️: Well sweetcheeks Wade❤️: First I’d get you outta those panties, leave the shirt, cuz that shits hot Wade❤️: Then I’d eat your pussy till you squirt all over my face cuz I know you love that

Your pussy clenched around your fingers at the mental image and you began to curl them as you pressed them in and out, using the heel of your hand to press against your clit.

3:23 AM

You: I do 😩

Wade❤️: Then I’d stuff you full of my cock and rail the ever loving fuck outta you Wade❤️: I’m talkin the kind of fucking where your face is buried in the mattress and I gotta keep it there so the neighbors don’t call the cops Wade❤️: The kind of fucking where you can’t get up to pee after cuz your legs don’t work so I gotta carry you

The more texts came through the closer you could feel yourself getting, so before it was too late you started to video it.

The slick sounds filled the room mixing with your whimpers, half of them were his name, the other half were the incoherent babbles of an impending orgasm, and you caught it all on camera.

Cumming with a shaky moan of his name was the cherry on top.

3:27 AM

Wade: Sent a video

If you hadn’t already just cum, this video would have gotten you there.

His hand was a blur of movement as it moved up and down, his low moans of your name and little hiccups when there was a spike of pleasure were everything you ever wanted in a wanking video.

And when he came? It was like watching a work of art.

Spurts of white cum shot out to land on his belly, first hard and fast but as he kept going, wringing all the pleasure he could from it, they slowed down to little blurts that slid down his shaft, causing his movements so sound even wetter.

3:30 AM

You: God I love you You: I can’t wait till you get home You: How long did you say this job was?

3:37 AM

You: Wade?

Wade❤️: Sorry Baby Wade❤️: Had to call my contact and let him know we needed to meet in an hour instead of tomorrow Wade❤️: I should be home tomorrow night

You: I’ll be waiting ❤️

Wade: Good girl ❤️

[ironstrange1991]

A Touch Of Domesticity

Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange, Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader faces the harsh reality of living with three masters of the mystic arts

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries and pain. A bit of angst.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for over a year and hasn't been properly edited, but I wanted to post something today. Although it's not my best work, I hope you like it and have a good read.

You hated staying behind and having to wait for your Stephens to come home, begging any and all gods to bring them back safe and sound. It was the hardest thing you had ever done in your life and yet it was so frequent. At least once a week one of them would go on a mission, either alone or with the Avengers and you felt helpless, adrift, fighting your anxiety that always made you think about the worst scenarios.

This time however it was even worse. The three were called to help with a situation south of the city. They didn't give many details before leaving, but you knew that if it wasn't serious there would be no need for the three of them to go at once.

And there you stayed, alone, at home, waiting.

The day had started so normally, you were having breakfast, talking and laughing when you were interrupted and they had to leave in a hurry, now the sun was setting gloomily behind the buildings and the noise of traffic was slowly fading as people hurried to return to their homes after the day's work. You should be coming home from work by that time, but you couldn't go, you couldn’t imagine ​​not being home when they got back. What if they needed you and you weren't there? You would never forgive yourself.

You were lucky your boss was an understanding person. Although you knew that all that understanding came from the fact that he knew who your boyfriends were and what they were and did. You rarely missed work, but more than once he told you could stay home when something like this happened. He joked, although you knew there was truth in his words, that you wouldn't be useful there if your mind had stayed at home. And he was right, there was nothing that could convince you that you would be able to force your mind to do mathematical calculations when all it could work on were catastrophic scenarios where you lost the men you loved.

You sighed, still standing by the window of worlds. You loved that place. It gave you a beautiful view of the city and was also your favorite hiding place although it was too obvious to be considered a hiding place. Most of the time you were sure that the Stephens knew you were there and they just didn't come to you because they respected your space. Or at least they tried.

You took your cell phone out of your pocket, checking if there were any messages and as you feared there was nothing. You avoided going on social media or turning on the TV all day because you didn't want to see anything about what was happening. It wouldn't help to see your men fighting against whatever it was, it would only make you more nervous and increase that feeling of helplessness.

However, you were desperate to know what was going on and considering turning on the damn TV, but decided to call Wong instead. He would have information if something had happened. However as you waited for him to answer, you heard the sound of a portal opening and the familiar chattering of your Stephens in the living room and turned off you phone running towards the sound.

When you got there you found them covered in blood and other things that you didn’t even want to know what it was.

Defender's arms were resting on Stephen and Supreme's shoulders, both helping him walk. A horrible wound on his left thigh was bleeding some kind of a black goo along with normal blood.

"Stephen, my god, what happened?"

"He tried to play the hero" Stephen replied.

"As always" Supreme finished as he closed the portal behind them.

"I killed the beast, didn't I?" Defender replied amidst groans of pain and then looked at you and forced a smile. "I'm fine, Y/n. Don't worry."

You felt relief wash over you so strongly that your legs trembled. "You have no idea how worried I was!"

...

"Why is it that you always end up hurting yourself more than the others, Defender Strange?" You questioned, trying to stay calm, but inside you were extremely angry. He was sitting on a chair in the bathroom of the master bedroom that belonged to Stephen. You demanded that they keep that disgusting mess in just one room of the house and they didn't dare argue with you.

You were cleaning the wound on his thigh with clean cloths and hot water. The cut was much deeper than you imagined when you saw it from afar and you knew it was hurting more than he wanted to let on. However, his jaw was rigid, his teeth were clenched, his muscles were tense, and his breathing was irregular.

"Is it clean enough?" You asked Stephen who had just gotten out of the shower giving way to Supreme. He wrapped the towel around his waist and bent down to take a look, then walked over to the closet and handed you a bottle of brown liquid. "Here. Apply this with the gauze and it will be clean enough to close."

"You'll have to do it, Doctor. I'm drained. I used all the energy I had to finish killing that thing."

You did as Stephen told you and then stepped aside for him to come closer.

He moved his fingers in a complicated gesture and golden magic emanated from his hands, but before continuing he looked at you "Hold his hands and try to keep him in place. This gonna hurt as hell."

You stood behind the chair and wrapped your arms around Defender's shoulders, holding his hands tightly in yours, your face nuzzling his face. Defender looked at Stephen and gave a small nod.

When Stephen's magic touched Defender's skin the wound began to close right before your eyes, flesh, nerves, veins and skin reconnecting. Defender grunted in pain, his entire body shaking, sweat breaking out on his forehead and then it was done and what was left of the horrible wound was just a scar in the shape of a thin pink line. Another scar.

"That's it, Defender. You're ready for the next mission." Stephen said, patting Defender on the shoulder and leaving the bathroom to get dressed.

Defender sighed heavily and you returned to position yourself in front of him, helping him get rid of his boots.

"You're mad at me" He observed after a few seconds of silence.

You threw his boots and socks on the floor and busied yourself unbuckling all the belts on his torn robes. "I'm not angry." That was all you said.

He touched your face "You're getting dirty, Y/n. I can undress myself."

"That's the problem, Stephen" You said finally snapping and throwing the belts on the floor in anger "Yes, you can do things alone. You can save the entire fucking world alone. Believe me, I know! But you don’t need to do this. You're in an universe with two other Stephens, please consider next time sharing the danger and working as a team so I don't have to hold you in place while one of them fixes you."

You passed your hand over your face, trying not to care about the unpleasant smell that came from Stephen's clothes and permeated your nostrils. "And I know you can undress yourself, but please let me help you. It's pretty much all I can do."

Supreme turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around  his waist. "She's right, you know that." He said and then stood in front of the mirror and began to use his magic to close the deeper cuts on his chest and ribs.

Defender nodded " You're right. I'm sorry.” He lifted his hips allowing you to pull down his pants and boxers and raised his arms for you to take off the top of what was left of his robes. There were more cuts on his chest, some more serious at the ribs.

He watched you as your eyes roamed over his skin "I'm fine now baby, don't worry."

You nodded and he got up and walked slowly to the shower. You sighed watching him wash for a minute and then got rid of your clothes and got into the shower with him. You helped him wash his hair, there were things stuck to his strands that you were afraid to ask what they were. You soaped him up, being careful not to rub too hard where he was hurt, and then you soaped up yourself quickly and got out of the shower before him, wrapping yourself in a towel.

You walked over to Supreme who was still busy looking in the mirror and using magic to get rid of any scratches he could find.  You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, you stood on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his shoulder. He smiled at you through the mirror. "I'm fine, honey. We are fine."

You rested your forehead on his shoulder and gave in to a silent cry. You were relieved, of course, but you knew it would happen again. It always happened and you hated it.

"Hey, what is it?" He turned around and wrapped you in his arms, his hand stroking your hair gently, "We're fine. You don’t need to cry."

You knew he was right, but you couldn't stop crying anyway.

"I can't take this, Stephen. It's too painful to see you get hurt like this."

He placed a kiss on the top of your head "I know. What do you think about us taking a week off to go on that trip you want so much?"

You looked at him in surprise, tears still streaming down your face. "But you said that the three of you couldn't go with me, that the Sanctum can't be alone."

Supreme shook his head, "Wong agreed that there is no danger if we leave another master to take care of the Sanctum. And it's only a week."

He wiped the tears from your face with the back of his hand. "Wouldn't it be fun? Just the four of us in a room in some small inn in the far reaches of the highlands?"

Your lips curved into a modest smile. "Imagine the look on their faces seeing the three of you together."

He smirked, "Or listening to us making love all night."

You felt your face blushing. "I would love that, but I doubt Defender and Stephen would agree."

Supreme chuckled looking towards the door "Why don't you ask them?"

You turned to find Stephen leaning against the doorframe watching you. He was wearing gray pajama pants and a blue t-shirt. Wet hair combed carefully back.

You went to him and he opened his arms for you to snuggle into. He smelled like soap and cologne. You touched his face. There were a few small cuts on his forehead and cheekbones, but other than that, he was fine.

"I was so worried, Stephen." You said and he shushed you.

"We're fine now, sweetheart. Don't worry anymore.

He caressed your face "Now, what do you want to ask me?" He asked, casting a knowing look at Supreme.

"Can we take a week off? All four of us?"

"Where would we go?" He asked knowing full well what your answer would be. You had been asking to go on that trip for almost a year.

"To Scotland" You said. You brought your hand to the back of his head and pulled him to your lips, kissing him as if that was enough to make him make the decision you wanted."

He hummed in your lips and then asked, even though you knew the question wasn't meant for you. "What about the Sanctum?"

"Wong agreed to send a master to take care of everything for a week." Supreme said, turning his attention to the mirror. He applied some shaving cream to his hands and started to spread it all over his face. "I don't think a week is too long, besides, we all need to rest. We've been working non-stop for the last few months."

Stephen shook his head. "But all three of us going at once, I don't think is a good idea. People need us here."

Defender got out of the shower and grabbed one of the folded towels on the counter and wrapped it around his waist. He took another one and began to dry his hair, which was soaked and dripping. "People need us to be well both physically and mentally so we can do our jobs." He said surprising you. Defender was always the first to say that the three of them couldn't leave together and leave the Sanctum alone.

"I sounded out Wong about the possibility a few weeks ago," Supreme said while shaving. "He said we can go."

You felt your stomach twist with excitement, “Is that a yes?” You asked, sounding like an excited child.

Defender opened his arms to you and you ran towards them "Yes, baby. At least from my side that's a yes." He kissed you softly and then you turned around waiting for an answer from Stephen.

He smirked shaking his head "Well I won't be the only Stephen to say no."

You smiled broadly.

"It doesn't have to be a competition, Doctor."  Defender warned, but Stephen shrugged.

"Everything is a competition in this relationship, Defender."  He said, but there was a beautiful smile on his lips.

"So, Scotland it will be, it seems." Supreme pointed out finishing shaving.

"We need to arrange with Wong to see when we can go." Stephen said.

Defender squeezed you into his arms "We can go tomorrow. You can call your boss or I'll make the call myself."

You chuckled "I'll talk to Phil. He'll understand. Plus, he's owed me a vacation for a while."

"I told Wong yesterday that we would go as soon as possible. We just need to let him know." Supreme reported. He wiped his face on the towel and applied some aftershave.

Stephen nodded "I'll go over there and arrange everything with him."

"Do you really need to go? He has a cell phone, you know?" You said. "Stephen, you guys just got back. I bet you haven't eaten anything all day. Just call him."

He smirked "I'll be back in 15 minutes. I promise" He snapped his finger and a second later he was dressed in fresh robes. Cloak flew obediently onto his shoulders. "Wait for me for dinner."

He left the bathroom and you heard the sound of a portal opening and closing.

You sighed frustrated and Defender chuckled "He'll be back soon, baby."

You nodded, observing his hair still dripping even though he had dried it thoroughly with the towel. It was incredible how accustomed you were to magic and the rare times you couldn't use it you felt frustrated.

"Sit down, Stephen. Let me dry and comb your hair."

He smiled gratefully and you knew it was exactly what he wanted to ask of you.

Supreme stared at the two of you for a second as you used a fresh towel to carefully dry Stephen's hair. There was a hint of jealousy in that look, but he hid it well. "I'm going to order something for dinner. What do you guys want?"

Defender shrugged, "Whatever you guys decide."

"What about you, honey?"

You began to comb Defender's hair slowly. There were more knots than usual, and you didn't want to hurt him. "Mexican. Very spicy."

Supreme nodded and left.

Defender was pleased with the sensation of the brush scratching his scalp. You continued your work in silence until he grabbed your arm and took the brush from your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a small kiss on your palm.

"I'm so sorry I upset you, baby. You know that's never my intention. I love you."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders just like you did before for Stephen to close the wound on his leg, but this time you turned his face to give him a kiss. An intense and passionate kiss that took a sigh from him.

You gave him a reassuring smile "Not taking enough care of yourself is the only thing you do that upsets me, Defender Strange. I hope you think about it and change that."

He nodded "I will. I promise."

He stood up, taking his sling ring that you had left on the counter and moved his fingers instinctively to open a portal to his room, but only sparks came out and he exhaled heavily. "Looks like I'll have to settle for being an ordinary mortal tonight."

 "How long will this last?" You asked worriedly. The idea of ​​seeing Stephen unable to do magic was something that scared you.

"Not much. A good meal and sleep should be enough for me to regain my energy." He must have noticed the tension in your body and smiled reassuringly caressing your face. "I'll be fine. Don't worry."

You cupped his face with both hands. "Stop asking me not to worry about you, Stephen. It's all I can do."

He kissed you softly, but bit your bottom lip to tease you. "I know a way for you to make me feel better. I'm sure it will help."

You patted his shoulder letting out a little giggle. "You need to recover your energy and not use the little you have, Stephen."

He cupped your face "I don't care. After the day I've had, I really need you to show me why it's so important that we keep this universe safe."  He kissed your lips ardently, but his lips continued down your chin and neck.

"I thought the main goal was to protect as many people as possible."

He hummed "Yeah, that too."

You smiled to yourself as he continued his attack on your neck, lightly biting the same place over and over again, marking you. One of his hands grabbed your breast through the towel, but you held his hand and with the other you lightly pressed his chest to make him move away. "Stephen...you and I need to get dressed and go downstairs for dinner. I’ll think about giving you something more later."

He sighed in defeat. “But later I'll have to share you with them."

You smirked "Defender Strange, am I feeling a twinge of jealousy at that statement?"

"I'm an ordinary mortal tonight, I have the right to be jealous."

You pecked his lips "Sure."

...

It took Stephen well over fifteen minutes to return. An hour, to be exact. Enough, however, for  your food arrive and you to have time to set the table.

You ate dinner without any rush, enjoying the food while making plans for your vacation trip. Wong had made just one demand: that you give him a day to have time to notify the master who would be in charge of taking care of the Sanctum and Stephen agreed.

"Anyway, I'd prefer you to call your boss in the morning and let him know. You need time to pack your bags." Stephen said as he helped you clear the table. Defender and Supreme were in the living room and you could smell the cigarette smoke and hear their conversation.

"How long exactly do I need to pack my bag? I'm sure I can do it when I get home from work."

He finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on. "Yeah. I guess so. But you're going to need some extra time to rest after what I'm going to do to you tonight." He said grabbing you by the waist and placing a kiss on your neck making your skin prickle.

You giggled, surrendering, "Well, in that case..." You turned to kiss him. First soft, then ardently. "But, don't think you're the only one with that thought tonight. I had to get away from Defender earlier. He's certainly eager to have his way with me."

Stephen cupped your face and kissed you again. "In that case, I might consider sharing you with him, sweetheart, but I'll have you tonight."

"Is this a threat?" You provoked him.

"A warning" He said lightly biting your chin.

"In this case I think I'd better call Phil in the morning and tell him I won't be able to go to work."

Stephen nodded. "I doubt you'll be able to walk, sweetheart."

You giggled and he kissed you hard.

It was you who broke the kiss to breathe. Stephen took one of your hands and placed it on his hip so you could feel how hard he was. "Feel how much I want you." He whispered against your lips making your entire body shiver.

You smiled "I want you too, Stephen. Come." You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room where Supreme was sprawled out on one of the couches and Defender was sitting in one of the armchairs. They were chatting distractedly when you and Stephen approached. "So, you guys eat and get away from the mess, is that right?" You scolded.

Supreme shrugged and held out his arms for you to hold his hand. “One Stephen was enough for the job.” He pulled you to sit on the couch and laid his head in your lap. Stephen plopped down on the other armchair watching you.

You smiled mischievously stroking Supreme's hair "Well, for that job, maybe, but there's something else I need help with. And for that I'm going to need my three Stephens tonight."

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➸ INTERESTS; - jjk!geto suguru/satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - living within your early twenties, you were working alongside Geto as his protege. As he required extended information on someone who served an important part of his past that he claimed was his enemy, he sends you out to become his personal spy. The only problem was that what the future had in store between you and both men was highly unexpected.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.2.5k uhh flirting, tension between two parties, love triangle ish, slowburn, mentions of sexual behavior, spying, double agent bla bla, romantic mentions

➸a.i; -eek new theme, also i realized i didnt mention at all but the reader (you) have water technique, basically hydrokinesis. this will also be a series!! not sure how long right now but we're working w the potential bare w me twin

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"Thank you for your assistance today, I'm sure I've gotten the handle of everything now" you stated, swiping the bottom of your skirt before you sat at your desk.

"No problem, thank god I was here with you huh? Would've gotten lost or torn the entire school down, I'm your knight in shining armor beautiful" Gojo teased, you only rolled your eyes in response to his flirting attempt.

It's been like this all week, today was supposed to be your first official week of teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High School (that had just ended of course), and honestly it was amazing. The students were kind and full of so much potential, your colleagues were respectful and willing to help with anything you needed, most more daring than others. Gojo playing a full-on example of such, but you didn't mind it, you would only laugh it off or brush it off.

You knew better than to give into his snarky comments or flirty compliments, whether by how you were dressed or what you would say to the other staff and students. It wasn't what you were here for regardless of the situation, and it didn't seem sincere.

"He's like that with all the women in and out of here, don't mind him" Ieriri had told you after your second day at work here, you only nodded seeing it was obvious enough. She had also told you to just refer to her as Shoko, which you completely forgot about.

"I'll be taking my leave now, I have plenty of homework to do myself and I'm a damn teacher" you huffed, he only chuckled in response. Yeah, being a teacher was a serious job, but its only your first week here and you've already filed so many papers just to be here, now you had more to attend to personally and academically for your students.

"So early? Didn't you want to stay with me a little longer? You're gonna miss my company." He stated simply, you scoffed in response, smiling at him as you packed your work bag and got out of your seat.

"I'll have all of this work and my bed to keep me busy when I get back home" you joked, smiling to yourself before looking up at Gojo, still leaning by your desk and wall cross armed.

"You should come out with me to eat later on for dinner, my treat" he said, now standing in front of you, his frame blocking you from leaving the room even if you tried. You only looked up at him, looking at his blindfolds, even with them on you could feel his eyes scanning yours, or maybe your face, or your figure.

Whatever it was, you looked away swallowing before declining his invitation. A dinner date was insane, especially at this rate, it was way too early, and you weren't even interested in him. Your mission and reason of being here was more than enough to motivate you into being here.

"You flatter me, but even if you were the last person on earth, I wouldn't be doing anything with you Satoru Gojo." You spoke softly, placing your index finger on his chest to move him slightly aside as you pushed past him walking off.

As you walked off towards the back down the hallway you could feel his eyes on you from behind, taking in each of your steps as the sound of your shoes echoed in the halls. You quickly shut your eyes and shrugged off the feeling, already digging in your pocket for your car keys.

"I'll text you the address if you change your mind!!" He shouted down the hall, you didn't bother responding or even turning around, you just chuckled to yourself and exited the building.

Soon after arriving in your car, you locked your doors and opened your armrest looking for your second phone. As you powered it on and scrolled through your contacts you also started your car, dialing a specific number and placing it on speaker as you drove out of the parking lot into the main road. Of course, as always whenever you call, he answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" you heard the male voice grunt softly; you smiled taking a right turn on the road.

"Hey, I'm stopping by your place, we have some stuff to debrief" you said, looking over at your bag in the passenger side, then back at the road. He only agreed in response and hung up the phone, to which you sighed, and your smile quickly turned into a frown as you continued your drive to your destination.

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You soon made it and began to walk through the alleyway, knocking on a strange door about four times and whispering something discreet before it opened. Faced with another door in front of you, you dug for a black key in your pocket, unlocking the door and twisting the handle walking inside to place your bag on the counter.

"What have you found out so far?" You heard the same voice from earlier ask from behind you, you didn't even bother responding, huffing in annoyance.

"Hello to you too, and I've only been around for a week there's so little I was able to grasp Suguru" you responded flatly, you could practically feel his eyes roll as he sucked his teeth at you. This was getting tired some honestly, and not going in the way you had wanted.

You only took on this job for him, he told you how important it would be to him and the sake of what we were following all for the ‘greater good’ he repeated over and over. You would constantly feed into the bullshit he had given you over and over, just for the sake of your relationship with him. The last thing he could tolerate was being alone, let alone you leaving him, it would’ve sent him over the bridge, again.

The relationship you two shared was somewhat special some would say. You would communicate from time to time and be intimate, very intimate, but it didn’t change the fact you two were drawn to one another. He had always pushed past the idea of labels or calling you his girlfriend or the ideas on proposing and marriage so eventually it died down to the point where neither one of you could do anything about it.

You too had your own issues, you liked your personal freedom, doing your own things having your own space and growing. Commitment is a huge deal, and it honestly felt like spending the entirety of your life with him in the place he called home was signing yourself off.

You were sure on the difference between temporary and permanent and honestly in the long run, temporary sounded like the best solution every time, thankfully enough for you Suguru was open and understanding enough to not hold it against you, respecting your decisions.

The only thing that would constantly throw you over was his way of hiding things from you, like his relationship with Satoru or his past with everyone there, and what he truly wanted from Sukuna and his fingers, it was killing you.

Working for him should at least give you the opportunity to know something, even a little. Have some sort of knowledge so you weren’t walking into your new spying profession blind, but in all honesty, it didn’t seem like he cared.

It seemed like he cared more about his pursuit, revenge, power, whatever it was more than you. Just that alone was making you give him the cold shoulder, he hadn’t even welcomed you the way he used to when you walked in, who does that?

"Cut it with the attitude, now isn't the time." He said, now standing up and making his way over to you, you pursed your lips together as you watched him, turning around into his kitchen and opening his fridge, grabbing a gallon of juice.

"Aside from all of the work I have to do, Itadori has consumed two of the fingers already. Physically I haven't seen any major changes to his body, or any harm, he seems to be taking it very well as if he was made for it." You said, he only hummed in response as his footsteps came to a halt.

He was now behind you in the kitchen, watching your every move. You opened a cupboard door to get a glass cup, just for him to come up behind you pressing against you and grabbing a cup on the higher shelf before you could and placing it down upon the counter in front of you.

"Yeah? And any tabs or leads on where the others are?" He asked smoothly, placing a hand on your waist and pressing you against the counter, making it physically impossible to turn around or leave. The tension thick as your breath hitched, feeling your stomach tighten the same way it does when you're on amusement park rides.

"No, Gojo- well, Satoru asked me to accompany him tonight, I could lean into it and ask if you'd like.” You responded, keeping your head down, he only hummed in response, soon leaning over and bringing you into a full bear hug. You hesitated for a few seconds before hugging his arms back, smiling softly.

“I missed you this week y’know?” He said softly against your shoulder, you giggled at the feeling of his breath tickling your neck. You nodded your head softly as you let him go and he let go of you too, now standing beside you as you poured the juice into the glass cup and put it away in the fridge. Now picking it off the counter and placing it to your lips looking over at Suguru, who looked at you with a raised brow.

“Not using your powers?” He asked with a tone of surprise, you only shook your head and placed the cup down, pointing over to your bag from across the both of you.

“Code of Conduct within the academic protocol of the school. You aren’t supposed to use them for fun or show and tell, only if asked, necessary, or attacked and in need of self-defense. Plus, it isn’t a huge deal it’s just juice.” You responded, taking the up and downing the rest of juice in it. He smiled at you softly, digging in his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes and removing one, walking over back to where he was seated and grabbed his lighter off the small table.

You pulled your primary 'work' phone from your pocket as Suguru sat back on his couch, going through his phone making a call, placing his cigarette to his lips as he pocketed the pack. He cupped his hand around his cigarette using the lighter to light it, placing his phone by his ear held by his shoulder and taking a small puff of his cigarette. You went through your messages and clicked on 'Annoying Ass Satoru', smiling at the contact name you created for him.

Definitely giving yourself extra points for creativity. You began typing as you heard Suguru mentioning the information you had just given him, as soon as he realized you were picking up on the call he left the room. You only rolled your eyes out of irritation, quick to text Satoru.

[You: Hey, turns out I might pick up on your offer after all since my night is clear and my workload isn't as bad ☻] you sent, before you could even x out of the page or turn your phone off, he immediately started typing in response.

[Annoying Ass Satoru: *hearted your message* I knew you'd change your mind I'm literally irresistible] you smiled at his response, shaking your head and letting out a heavy breath.

[You: As if, don't get too ahead of yourself, what time is it?] you replied, he immediately started typing again.

[Annoying Ass Satoru: Try to be ready around 7? If you want, I could come get you, just send me your address]

[You: Oh no I'll be driving myself, I don't give my address out to strangers 👎, I'll be ready by then]

[Annoying Ass Satoru: Can't get mad at me for being a gentleman. But here's the address XXXX Main Blvd, XXXX ****]

You only hearted the message, quickly grabbing your belongings and heading out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to Suguru.

You quickly left and got to your car, driving off back to your apartment to change into a fresh pair of clothes and refresh your makeup. Soon after you drove off to the address that was sent to you, arriving a little earlier than expected just in case.

Before you could place your phone and belongings in your purse you realized you completely forgot to wear lip gloss, lowering your visor and looking into your mirror. You quickly reached into your bag and applied it, hearing a small knocking on your window making you jump.

You quickly turned around to see-

"Satoru, Jesus." You said, placing a hand over your chest and taking a sigh of relief, closing your visor and placing your lip gloss in your purse. Picking up your keys and getting out of the car, to which Satoru held the door open after you.

You only shook your head at him as he chuckled at your startled reaction, closing your car door behind you as you locked it. He soon escorted you inside of the restaurant and spoke to the front desk about a reservation he had made. You took this time to examine him as you stood from behind him, he was well dressed, his hair wasn't held up by his blindfold now, resting against his ears and the back of his neck.

Wearing black suit pants and a navy-blue button up and sunglasses, and dress shoes. Honestly you had mentioned to him how his eyes are always covered and even questioned him about it, to which his response was 'You'd fall in love with me' making you roll your eyes each time he said the same corny line.

You couldn't lie, he was an attractive man. He didn't have a single decent flaw; he drew crowds and lots of attention wherever he went, and he was powerful. If you hadn't known any better, or maybe crossed paths with him for different reasons other than Suguru's plan, you might've actually fell for him and his flirty remarks.

You were too busy to even think about him that way anyways, you had Suguru to keep you company romantically, and sexually. You were satisfied with him and your relationship with one another after knowing each other for so long. Getting closer to Satoru past a worker basis isn't even possible with your guard up this high.

Snapping you out of your thoughts Satoru reached for your arm as a waitress motioned for you to follow her, you quickly followed after, wrapping your arm over Satoru's then whispering in his ear.

"I'm still trying to wrap my whole head around Itadori and his whole 'situation', can we go over it more when we're seated?" You asked him in a whisper, emphasizing the word 'situation'. He only grinned and shook his head, turning it to the side slightly to your ear.

"Tonight is only about the two of us, all of that stuff can come later. As of right now, I wanna get to know you Y/n L/n" he whispered in return, you froze for a bit and sighed, gritting your teeth as you made your way to the table, fixing your dress before sitting down.

Satoru sat from across you, smiling nearly ear to ear, you only placed your elbow on the table and resting your head in your palm.

Alright so change of plans apparently, you'd have to get to know Satoru past a worker basis in order to know everything he does.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

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✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[summercourtship]

𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙 | 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖞 '𝖏𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖑𝖘𝖊𝖓' 𝖏𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖋!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 | 18+

I started writing this in fall 2020. At it's most ambitious, it was going to be a multi-chapter fic but that obviously didn't and won't happen so here: have it reimagined as a one-shot. You might be able to tell where it would have expanded into a larger story, but I tried to condense it. If anything that is here is eerily similar to something else I've written, it's because I've probably taken it from this draft lol. Also TBH I'm trying to not be as explicit in my sex scenes because I just feel more comfortable writing that way. Which seems like the opposite of a goal: for years, I've been trying to become better at writing super explicit scenes and now I'm trying to reel it in and make it (hopefully) match the rest of my prose. IDK. Happy Halloween!

brief summary: A one-shot about being stalked by your coworker who is also the serial killer terrorizing the town. warnings: slightly dubious consent due to threat of death, stalking, horror themes, knife play, PIV sex, some dirty talk | word count: 4025

danny 'jed olsen' johnson masterpost | read on ao3

You smell him before you see him. Stale cigarette smoke, coffee, and the unspecific musk of his cologne. On anyone else, you’d hate it. But with him, it���s become an almost comforting scent, indicative of one of your favorite people’s presence. When he rounds the corner and comes into your view, you can’t help the tiny smile that crosses your face.

“Hi Jed!” You chirp as he comes to a stop in front of your desk, placing his coffee on the corner of your desk to free his hands as he rummages in his side satchel bag. He gives you a smile in return, pulling out a thin file folder and flipping it open. 

“Here are those photos you wanted me to get,” He hands over a small stack of pictures, all developed and ready to go. Last week, you asked him to take the pictures on a whim, thinking you might just have to go down yourself with your crappy hand-me-down camera and snap a picture for the article you’re working on. But, to your surprise, he agreed quickly. 

The article isn’t anything special- in fact it’s quite the opposite. A filler piece for the middle section of the paper that no one really read. Despite this, you couldn’t bring yourself to bullshit the article, and still put forth an unnecessary amount of effort into the piece. No one would read it now, but perhaps it could be added to your portfolio for when you finally left this town. 

The photos are good- which isn’t a surprise considering who took them. Everything Jed did seemed to turn out well, even when he didn’t try. You wonder what he looks like doing something he’s actually passionate about.

“I didn’t think you’d have these ready so soon!” You say, flipping through the four pictures he handed over. You’d have to choose one- you’re lucky they’re even letting you include a picture in the meaningless article. “I mean, aren’t you busy with Ghostface?” 

He gives a small exhale, like he’s laughing at his own inside joke. “A little bit.” He pauses. “Maybe I wanted a break to go take some pictures of the duck pond in the park. Riveting stuff you’re writing about.”

“Excuse me, but the purported existence of an otter in the duck pond is very important news. Would be front-page worthy if there wasn’t someone else taking up the headlines.” You laugh before stopping for a moment, thinking about what you just said. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. People are dead and I’m making jokes about an otter.” 

“Don’t worry about it, everyone copes in different ways.” He smiles down at you. “Especially when you have no idea if you’re next.” 

“That’s morbid, but fair.” You say, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You don’t notice how his eyes flick to follow the movement. “Anyways, thanks again for the pictures. I will have to find a way to repay you.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiles again, different this time. This is the smile that makes your stomach swoop and your heart skip a beat. Your face heats and you stop thinking for a second, but you press on.

“No, please-” 

“I wouldn’t want to put you out like that. Times are hard.” 

“I- okay.” You sit back, looking at him. He nods and starts to leave, but the part in you that insisted on somehow repaying him took over and you were speaking up once more.

“Jed!” He turns and looks back, eyebrows raised. “Um, at least let me take you out for coffee? Just as a thanks, not repayment.” He thinks about it for a moment, your heart racing as you wait with bated breath for his answer. If he didn’t say yes, you’d never be able to look at him again. You might have to leave town immediately.

“Sure, but let’s make it a date instead.” He gives you a tiny smile and a wink that you barely register, before turning and walking away. Giddy, you sit back in your chair, trying not to hide your face in your hands. Instead you focus on the pictures, flipping through them to distract yourself from the newfound excitement in your veins.

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Despite the fact that there was a masked stalker-murderer prowling the streets of your town, you felt no fear walking home. Maybe it’s a remnant of your teenage “nothing can hurt me” years. Maybe it’s just your stupidity rearing its ugly head at the worst time. 

Or maybe you just like the thrill of it all.

You had listened to the warnings- check behind you when you walk, keep an eye out for anything abnormal, lock your windows, lock your doors, don’t hang out places alone. However, you followed them a little haphazardly. You didn’t engage in any behaviors that could be misconstrued as inviting danger into your life, but you also didn’t necessarily allow the paranoia to get to your head.

If you did, you might have died from sheer terror and helplessness. Or perhaps you would’ve been more careful, and would’ve definitely noticed that you had already unknowingly disregarded the warnings.

Someone was following you.

And they had been following you for a while.

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You wake up suddenly. It’s like that sometimes- not gently, or gradually. You’re just... awake. Brain racing to catch up with your surroundings, you sit up. No clock around, but you’d hazard a guess that it’s somewhere around 3AM. Running a hand through your hair, you sigh, the dream you’d been having already disappearing from your memory. Plopping back onto your pillow, you close your eyes and wait for sleep to come back to you.

It’s funny how the air conditioning can sound like someone breathing, deep and slow. You vaguely register that something isn’t right here, but sleep takes over before you can linger on that thought. 

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The best coffee shop in town is a small, cluttered shop off of the main road. It’s tucked away between a barbershop and a vintage store, far enough away from the main street that any tourists wouldn’t come by it. (Not that there were many of those now that a serial killer prowled the streets at night.)

“You okay?”

You look up from where you’d been staring into your coffee, even though it was probably too late in the day to be drinking it, the sky already darkening with the approaching evening. But your body was thick with exhaustion for reasons you weren’t quite sure and you needed to finish another pointless article when you went home. Jed had his own coffee, so at least you weren’t alone in your desire for evening caffeination. 

“Yeah, I’m just… trying to not psych myself out about everything going on. The news says it's good to be careful but I know I’d just end up taking it too far and becoming paranoid.” 

“No one knows how to deal with this.” He says, simply. You only nod in agreement and take a sip from the coffee. 

A breaking news report on the TV in the corner of the room catches your eye. GHOSTFACE STRIKES AGAIN screams the caption at the bottom of the screen. You silently nudge Jed and direct his attention towards it. For a moment, it looks like the echo of a smile crosses his face, but it’s gone before you can truly absorb it. His face is stony, and he looks back at you. 

“Are you gonna write about that?” You ask. 

“Tomorrow.” 

“What number is this?”

“Six.” He answers without hesitation. You force yourself to take a deep breath to try and calm the beating of your heart. Every time the news breaks, it feels like the first time. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to hearing about another brutal murder, and maybe that’s a good thing. It means you aren’t desensitized to it yet. You only realize that Jed is watching you carefully when he asks, again: “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. Why are you so worried about me? You could be next too.”

“I think I can handle it if it comes to that.” He took a sip from his coffee to hide his smile. If you found this odd, you didn’t remark on it. “At least let me walk you home tonight.” 

You stared at him, unsure why you were suddenly uneasy, why an alarm was going off somewhere in the back of your head. Then you decided that it was stupid. You knew Jed. He took pictures of the duck pond for you. Hardly anything to be frightened by. 

“That would be nice, thanks.” 

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After a week of waking up in the middle of the night, you were certain there was something else going on that your body was trying to tell you. When your eyes open, once again barely past two A.M., you sit up in your bed instead of trying to go back to sleep right away like you normally do. The shadows in your room seemed deeper tonight, your curtains blocking out most of the light from the street. 

You stare into the corner, hoping that the shape manifesting in the darkness was just your eyes playing tricks on you and you could go back to sleep. But you knew better. Slowly, your eyes adjust to the low light and you’re able to make out the dark figure standing in the shadows. 

“...Go away.” 

Slowly, with the creak of leather, the figure shook its head. You take a careful breath, trying not to let your fear show. But it must be palpable in the air, there's no way it wasn’t. 

“What do you want?” 

The headlights of a car driving by shined into your room for a brief second, illuminating the figure and the mask he wore like a bolt of lightning struck down outside. It only confirmed what you had been afraid of since you’d woken to see a dark shadow in your corner, as his mask was barely visible in the dark room. 

But it seems that Ghostface has, indeed, marked you as his next victim. 

You move, bolting out of bed. He must want to give chase because he lets you fling your door open and run down the hall, his steady footsteps following you. But he catches up to you quickly, his body slamming into yours and pressing you against the wall, his arms wrapping around your front. Before you can begin to struggle, the thin edge of a blade is pressed against your throat, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You can only respond with a choked cry.  

The hard length of his body presses against your back, a firm barrier between you and your freedom. He adjusts slightly, allowing you to feel the other hard length pressing against you, though you can only barely feel it through the layers of his outfit. But you know it’s there. 

You exhale shakily, and you don’t know if it's from fear or your own arousal. (Or both). 

His chest hits your back as he breathes, standing still with you as your mind tries to catch up with everything that has happened in the past few seconds.

“Let me go.” You whisper. His arms flex around you, squeezing slightly. “Please.”

To your surprise, his grip loosens. 

“Call the cops and I’ll skin you alive.” He hisses in your ear, his voice rough from the modulator he’s using. 

And then he’s gone, leaving you standing frozen in your hallway, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Why wasn’t he killing you? Why wasn’t your blood splattered on the walls, why did he let you go?

Despite his warning, you did consider calling the cops. But really, what would they do? Ghostface was gone. There was no evidence aside from the thin line of red on your throat where he’d pressed the knife, and even that was fading quickly.

Instead, you return to your room, curling under the covers and staring at the wall until the room brightens with the dawn. 

___

You had no idea if Ghostface continued to watch you. You were certain he was. You’d come home to things in obviously different positions. It was like he was taunting you, begging you to do something about it.

You simply put the objects back where they belonged and continued about your day.  

___

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?” Jed asks, a few dates later when you’re sitting on your couch with him and perched on the edge of the cushion, your muscles tense like you were about to take off running, and he seems so understanding in that moment that you almost blurt out what has been happening for the past two weeks. But fear takes a hold of you, and instead you simply shake your head. 

“No, no. There’s nothing.”

___

The second time you actually see Ghostface, you’re barely prepared for it. You knew, deep down, that he’d be back at some point and yet you were still surprised when you arrived home to an open window, your sheer curtains fluttering in the hot wind as the humidity from outside filled the room. 

You drop your bag, staring at the open window like it was a rabid animal that was going to attack. Then, slowly, you turn your head to the corner, where you can feel his eyes on you. 

Even though you can’t see his eyes through the mask, you can feel the moment you make eye contact with him. 

Ghostface starts walking towards you and you don’t know why you don’t move. The door is right behind you and yet you stand there, watching as he approaches you with slow and measured steps as the streetlight from outside glints off the knife he holds loosely in his hand. You swallow thickly. 

Then, when he’s only a step away and after you’ve had ample time to turn around and run away, he grabs the side of your head, his gloved hand threading through your hair. Finally, your brain catches up to your situation and you struggle against his hold. You vaguely register him shushing you from behind the mask but your heart is racing too fast in your ears to really pick up on it. 

As a response to your thrashing, he places the flat edge of the knife against your cheek, a silent threat that stills your movement. You stare at him, stuck between his knife and his hand. (You should’ve run, why didn’t you run?)

He clicks his tongue, the noise distorted by the voice modulator in his mask as he shakes his head.

“Be good for me, won’t you?”  

Something shifts-- maybe it’s the wind from the open window or maybe he leans in a fraction closer but you suddenly catch a whiff of his scent. He must’ve been covering it up with a heavier cologne in his previous visits, because you would have easily recognized this from the first visit. Stale cigarette smoke, coffee, and an unidentifiable musk of his (usual) cologne.

It’s like being dunked in ice cold water after a warm day in the sun. You stare up at Ghostface, your brain quickly piecing together all the things you hadn’t consciously picked up on. The coincidences, the hints, the tiny behaviors that reminded you, always, of someone else. 

You pull yourself out of his grip, and you don’t know if he expected you because you’re able to make it halfway across the room on shaky legs before he grabs you again. Your legs buckle beneath you at the force of his body against yours and he follows you to the floor, roughly turning you over so you’re laying on your back with him perched above you. 

Heart racing, you reach up and yank his mask off, too quick for him to react. You blink at him, confirming what you’d just figured out. What you’d known, really, this entire time.

“Jed.” 

For a second, his face is blank. Then, he starts to laugh, pressing his weight down on your body when you start to struggle again. 

“I was wondering when you’d figure it out. Was hoping you wouldn’t, really, but.” He shrugged. “Does it make you feel better, or worse, to know that you weren’t actually cheating on me?”

“I never did anything with Ghostf- you.”

“But I know you well enough to know that you wanted to. I felt how you pressed back against me that night when you first noticed me in your room.” He leans down, getting in your face. His eyes are so cold, not at all the eyes of the Jed Olsen you knew. Was that even his name, or was that a lie too? “Did you want Ghostface to hold you down and fuck you? Was Jed not cutting it out for you? You needed the big bad serial killer, didn’t you?” 

He places his gloved hand over your throat, noting how your breath catches. “Of course you did.” His hand moves down, laying over your left breast. He doesn’t move, doesn’t try to actually touch you. It’s only then you notice the rhythm he’s keeping with his other hand, the one that’s still resting on the side of his leg. He’s feeling your heartbeat, though his eyes are locked onto yours. 

“I didn’t. I don’t.” 

“You say that, but-” He peers closer at your eyes. “Your eyes are telling me something else.” He leans back and smugly offers his explanation. “You know that eyes dilate when you’re sexually aroused.”

“I-” You swallow, falling silent. What can you say? Any denial would be a lie. He continues to look down on you, face passive. 

“I don’t want to kill you.” He interrupts your silence. Then he’s quiet. Thoughtful, almost. A glimmer of the Jed you knew coming through in his hesitation. “Not yet, at least.”

“Oh-”

“But I can’t exactly let you go on knowing who I am.”

“...I won’t tell anyone.” He raises an eyebrow, looking like he might burst into laughter again. “Promise.”

What power did you have to promise something when you were the one under him, the memory of the edge of his knife still cold on your cheek? 

“Who would you tell?” He said, causing you to furrow your brow. “You think that Jed Olsen is my real name? I’ve thought through everything before you or anyone else could even try to.”

“But-”

“Why would I let you go, when your death will be so…” he leaned down again, his hips rolling slightly against yours. It’s achingly difficult not to press up against it. “...delicious?”

“I don’t want to die.” 

“None of you do.” He tutted. His hand that had been laying on your breast moves to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling the fabric up to expose your stomach. You shivered at the feeling of leather on your skin, goosebumps trailing after his fingers as he slid his hand back towards your breasts. 

“Front clasping bra.” He says under his breath, raising his eyebrows at you. “Were you expecting company?”

“No.” You glance down. You could offer an explanation like oh, it’s almost laundry day or I just like this bra, but you stay silent. Watching as he unclasps it.  

Jed- though that isn’t his name, is it?- removes his gloves, tossing them somewhere in your living room. You start to turn your head to see where they landed but he grabs your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him again. 

“Stay still.” 

It’s then that you notice his knife, back in his hand, and watch, with bated breath, as he drags the tip over the skin between your breasts, not hard enough to even sting. Down, under where your skin creases, back up around the right breast until he lays the blade flat against you. Your chest is rising and falling quickly with your breath, though you try to control it for fear of being nicked by the knife. 

“Are you going to kill me?” 

He hums, tracing the point of the blade around your nipple and watching as it hardens. 

“Tell you what-” He moves the knife to the other breast. “-we can postpone your death.”

“And what do you want instead?” You ask, as if it wasn’t obvious from the way he was dragging his blade across your exposed chest or the obvious erection pressing against you when he rolled his hips. 

“I think you know.” He raised his eyebrows. Was there a choice? And even if you did have a choice where the option wasn’t death, would you choose any differently? 

He pinches your nipple, prompting a shaky acceptance from you. “Fine.” You barely bite back a please before he slides down your body, his hands running down your chest to the hem of your pants. The knife returns to cut off the button (unnecessarily) and he roughly pulls your pants down your legs, his nails scratching your skin. 

He slots himself between your legs, now with only the thin fabric of your underwear and his clothes separating him from you. Even that doesn’t last long, as he takes the side of your underwear and rips through it with the knife before doing the same to the other side, ripping the fabric away from your body. 

Leaning back, he starts to fiddle with the many belts and buckles around his waist. You watch, your legs falling apart slightly. His eyes drop to your core, his tongue darting out to lick his lip at the sight of your wet cunt. 

“For someone who seemed so averse to this, you’re pretty wet.” He comments. Before you can respond, he’s pushing into you, having pulled his cock from the complicated trappings of his outfit. 

You groan at the intrusion, the slight pinch of pain before you adjust as he continues to push into you. He gives you barely a moment to breathe before he pulls out and begins thrusting back into you. 

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He grunts as he fills you, his cock thick in your cunt. You can only whimper in response, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. 

He pulls your leg up, placing it over his shoulder as he continues to fuck into you, the new angle allowing him to hit deeper inside of you. You curse, throwing your head back. You’re certain that you’ll have a rash on your back and ass from the carpet rubbing against your skin but the bursts of pleasure from his cock and his fingers are enough to distract you from that for the moment. 

“Come on, cum on my cock-” He grunts, his hips rutting down against you, his fingers pressing harder against your clit as he practically bullied your body into orgasming for him. Your back arched, hands flying to pull him down to you. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his cloak, scratching against the leather as he urges you on with whispered praise and degradation. 

With a final thrust of his hips, he finishes inside of you, low curses hissed through his teeth. 

You lay, chest heaving as he pulls out, wincing at the sudden feeling of emptiness. The sweat that covers your skin begins to cool. 

“Remember what I said last time about calling the cops.” 

You don’t respond, only clipping your bra back together and pulling your shirt back down over your chest. After all, what could the police do at this point? There were very few signs of a struggle in your apartment. And, as you found out the next day, Jed had gone out after and killed someone else. At best, the police wouldn’t believe that it had actually been Ghostface in your apartment. At worst, they’d think you were in on it. 

And, when you went into work the next day to find a dark polaroid picture of you, asleep, from a few weeks ago- before you’d even asked Jed to take those pictures of the duck pond- with a red heart scrawled at the bottom, you began to think that maybe the worst assumption wasn’t that far off anymore. 

[lovelylunasnow]

About the books:

A lot of you asked me about the books and where I got them.

Seeing your curiosity I will tell you all the story, but I got to warn you, it’s crazy and long.

Let me start by saying I live in a small town in the middle of nowhere. (Not joking, nobody will come here as a tourist, if anything they drive pass us without giving my town a second glance). It’s a very old town, kinda charming in its own spooky way as the town was built waaaayy back then in the late 1880’s and a lot of the old buildings are still standing and in use.

One said building is our old “public” library, a focal point for locals as we went there to read or use the internet or pass time as there is not much to do.

Sadly this changed when the old library keeper died, the library while it was use by the public it was technically private property owned and operated by the old library keeper and his family for many generations. His kids without telling anybody sold the library to a group without telling anybody.

Had they known that the town mayor was willing to pay double for the building to keep it being run as it was they would have probably changed their mind.

Sadly this is when stuff goes from bad to worse. The people they sold it to was a cult.

I am not joking, they claim to be people of god but their not, they are extremist who do some…. Very bad things I will not say here… but if I had to compare them to anybody I compare them to Warren Jeff and his cult. (I am not exaggerating).

They let their plans know about how they were going to turn the library to sell books that are “religious” and “safe” and they were going to “purge out” all the evil.

Knowing what they were going to do the town band together to complain even the mayor got involved and offered to buy it back but they refused.

So me and a couple of others knowing what was coming we banded together and made a little group to hopefully save the books as we knew they were planning to get rid of them.

For a couple of nights our group grew and we planned. The first few plans failed…. That being that we tried to check out as many books as we could before they did anything. Sadly they caught on and would stop anybody from taking the books.

Then the staff got involved and grabbed and snuck out as many books as they could and snuck them out before quitting. (Their words “We are not working for those wackos” ) The most smart was the janitor who stuffed as many books as he could inside his janitorial cart and left. He did it several times before he was caught and had to run away with the cart while the crazy people chased after him. (He got away).

Sadly it was not enough and there was still a lot of books left.

Even worse the cult got smart and basically locked the building, not letting anybody in or out as they “Performef a cleansing and got rid of all the words of Lucifer and Lilith”.

There was a chance that we were too late to save the rest of the books and manga but we wanted to take a last chance.

So some of the most bravest, myself included made up an operation which we called “Operation saving Alexandria”.

Me and several others with their pick ups would sneak into the building in the middle of the night, climb up the fence and look around hoping to find where they trashed the books…. Secretly praying they were not thrown into a shredder before being tossed out.

I, another and the driver snuck in, the driver would stay by the car, my partner would help me look around.

Eventually we found this large roll off dumpster, I got in with the help of my partner, at first I thought the books were shredded cause all I saw was white till I opened a bag and saw that they were not shredded, but rather the book binding was torn off and the pages were scattered.

This was salvageable so I began to take garbage bags and throw them to my partner who in turn ran them over and threw them over the fence to the driver who caught and put them in the back of the pick up.

Once the pick up was full we drove away and then the second team was dispatched. Did the same process till their pick up was full and drove off.

Between several of us we emptied out that container. Even though it took several hours and one of the group claims that his group got caught by the cops who then turned a blind eye and let them go, acting as if they saw nothing.

With all the bags placed in a neighbors house who was not only a former library employee but had a large storage barn we began the phase two.

Opening the bags we sorted out all the pages of the books and tried to figure out where they belonged to make the books whole again.

It was not easy work and it also further confirmed the cult was even more of lunatics than we thought as they literally threw everything away. All the history, science, math books ect, all of the manga and comics, fantasy, sci-fi, everything had been thrown out!

So ya, it took us a long time and the effort of almost the whole town (minus the cult) to piece the books back together, then we had a fund raiser to gather enough money to send the pages to bookbinders and such so the pages can be put together in proper hardcover books.

When it was done the storage barn was converted into local public library for all of us to enjoy. We even named the new building “Library of Alexandria” as a tribute for our operations with the people who used to work at the old library working there. (We even joked about how operation will eventually become local legend for us to share with our kids)

This hardcover Pokémon manga was one of the victims of the books that were thrown out and is now salvaged. Lovingly cared for everybody to read to their hearts content.

[elysiaheaven]

Hi! I love your writing! I don’t know if you’re accepting requests but if you are could you do Ronin with a person who has little care for their safety? If you could put some hurt/comfort I would love that! I hope you Have amazing day/night and also if you don’t want to do this that is totally fine!

Ronin’s used to chaos, recklessness, and flirting with death—but when you take it too far, even his patience starts to crack. To him, it’s one thing to risk it all when you have a plan, but watching you carelessly walk into harm’s way? It feels like he’s losing control—and that terrifies him in ways he won’t easily admit. He loves you, and if there’s one thing Ronin hates more than boredom, it’s the thought of you slipping through his fingers into danger

The first time you brush off an injury—be it from a careless accident or something serious—Ronin tries to laugh it off. "You’re a real piece of work, huh? You think you’re invincible or just trying to give me a heart attack?"

But the more it happens, the more his frustration builds. You keep treating your safety like it doesn’t matter, and it eats at him because you matter to him. He hates the way it makes his stomach twist. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to end up in a body bag?"

The moment you stumble through the door, blood trickling from a wound or holding yourself awkwardly from some fall, Ronin’s world narrows. All the jokes vanish from his face. "Don’t say a word." He’s already grabbing a first aid kit or calling someone—angry, but his hands are steady.

His touch is firm but careful as he patches you up, pressing just hard enough to make you hiss. "Hurts, doesn’t it? Maybe next time you’ll think twice before throwing yourself into traffic, yeah?" But there’s fear laced beneath the sarcasm—he’s barely holding it together.

Once you’re bandaged, the anger fades into exhaustion. He drags you to the couch or bed, plopping down next to you and forcing you to lie still. "You don’t get to move, got it? Not until I say."

His arm snakes around you, pulling you close. It’s not just for you—it’s for him too. He needs to feel you breathing, solid and alive beneath him. He buries his face in your hair, mumbling, "If you pull that stunt again, I swear to God…" But his voice cracks ever so slightly.

Ronin starts paying closer attention to the little things—how fast you walk, the situations you throw yourself into, even the way you talk about danger so nonchalantly. He hates the way it makes his skin crawl. "You're reckless, babe, but I'm not about to let you get yourself killed."

If you refuse to take care of yourself, he’ll do it for you. He makes sure you eat, sleep, and wear proper gear when it matters—even if he has to play it off as a joke. "Yeah, yeah. You can hate me all you want. But at least you'll still be alive to do it."

One day, the recklessness catches up to you—maybe it’s a bad fall or an injury that scares even you. You’re lying there, pain flooding your senses, and for once, you can’t make light of it. That’s when Ronin snaps. "See? This is what I’ve been talking about! Goddammit, Y/N, I—" He stops himself, teeth clenched. It hurts him more than you realize.

But he doesn’t leave you. He scoops you into his arms, cradling you close as if holding you together will keep the world from breaking apart. "You scared me, dumbass. Don’t ever do that to me again."

Ronin doesn’t say much after the storm passes—words aren’t really his thing. Instead, he stays close, always touching you in some way. A hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist—anything to remind both of you that you’re still here.

On bad days, when the guilt sinks in and you feel like you’ve disappointed him, he notices. He tilts your chin up with a smirk. "Listen, you're mine, okay? That means no dying without my permission." There’s a flicker of genuine affection in his voice, soft and sharp all at once.

Ronin knows he can’t force you to change overnight. You’re a storm, wild and untamed—and part of him loves you for that. But he’ll drag you, kicking and screaming, into finding a little balance. "If you’re gonna be a daredevil, at least let me be there to catch you, yeah?"

In return, you learn to take a few precautions—not for yourself, but for him. Because if there’s one thing you know, it’s that Ronin needs you just as much as you need him.

Ronin’s love is chaotic, controlling, and just a little suffocating. But beneath the snark and obsession lies a fierce need to keep you alive—because, without you, he’d fall apart. "You’ve made it this far, babe. You’re not getting rid of me that easy."

And when you finally start to care a little more about your own safety—not just for yourself, but for him—he knows that, in his own twisted way, he’s won. Because you’re still here, and as long as you are, that’s all that matters.

[makeucrawl]

🎃HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

~A little Halloween “ShockTherapy” short for you all~

!!WARNING!!NSFW!!

It was Halloween night in the Murkoff facility, and Coyle was patiently waiting for his favorite doctor to arrive. Easterman was at some company party and promised to bring back some alcohol.

Hearing the keypad outside his door beeping,Leland immediately perks up.

Like a dog ready to greet it’s master home.

Hendrick entered the room, the cop’s eyes nearly burst out from behind his sunglasses.

The doctor was wearing a priest's costume.

“W-What in the hell are you wearin’!?" Coyle's mouth dropped open as the doctor handed him a beer.

“It was a Halloween party, Leland. People dress up for them." Easterman shrugs and opens a drink for himself.

"Well you look…stupid." Coyle murmurs as he drinks, his gaze still fixed on the other man.

There was something about seeing the doctor dressed differently than his normal dark suit that was working for the cop. He nursed his beer, intensely observing the other like prey.

“You a religious type or is it all science with you?" The police officer asks curiously though he deeply hopes the other would recite something.

“If you're asking if Ive read the Bible, I still do so on occasion. I haven't been to a real church in a long time.” The doctor makes the sign of the cross, drink still in hand, while leaning back against a wooden dresser. Coyle made a weird sound, similar to a growl.

Easterman narrows his gaze at the officer.

“Oh don't tell me this is doing something for you."

He gestures at the clothing he is wearing before rolling his eyes. "Your mind really does only know the perverse doesn’t it?" The doctor reaches up and removes the white clerical collar.

The sound of a bottle hitting the ground was Hendrick's only warning before Leland pounced.

“Don't you dare take a damn thing off."

With one hand, he holds the struggling man's wrists above his head. "What are you doing!? Get off of me!!” Easterman exclaims, but Coyle simply grins wildly down at him. "Well fergive me father fer I'm about to sin~”

He let out a devious chuckle, which caused the doctor to shiver slightly.

“That was a…terrible..terrible joke. Now get off of me!" He lets out a sharp gasp as Coyle grabs his ass with his free hand and lifts him up onto the dresser.

“Can’t do that, Father, and it ain’t a joke. Now let’s get that ass to mass!”

“Oh my god-Stop with the damn jokes!!” Henrick's face flushes slightly as Leland grinds his hard on against him.

“Aw yer a little shy aintcha ya~” The sight of the normally pompous man writhing and becoming flustered just fueled him.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Breathing heavily he makes short work of undoing the “priest's” pants.

"Going to make ya sing hallelujah!" Another malicious laugh as he lifts the other man's legs into the air. "Now let me give ya a lil communion." He dragged his heavy tongue around the sensitive skin before plunging it into the twitching hole.

Hendrick bites his wrist as a shaky hand grabs for Coyle's hair. With each tug on his hair, the cop gives an pleased grunt.

“F-Fuck! Leland…G-god..damn..your tongue..!” The doctor unleashes a series of curses, causing the prime asset to chuckle deeply making his tongue vibrate slightly.

After pulling his tongue away, Leland spits heavily into the already dripping hole. He enjoyed the rather nasty look the doc gave him.

“Now let's we if we can get you seeing the lord~"

“I am going to kill you for this-!”

Easterman's head jerks back on the dresser as Coyle pushes within him. One hand covered his mouth, and the other grips tightly onto the officer's arm.

“Hoooooly fffuck..!! Oooh g-god..daaamn..Father you feel..sssoooo fuckin good..!”

He groans out, slowly rotating his hips into the quivering “priest” before picking up the pace.

The wooden dresser groaned and creaked beneath them, obscured by all of Coyle's continuous chatting.

“Oh fuck..oh fuck oh fuck-! Hnnn! This is too damn gooood..! Need to haaaaa…need to get in ya more often! Heheheh oooh…an’ you look so fuckin delicious right now! F-Fuck! Am I fuckin’ you nice and hard, Father? Huh? You seeing god yet?!”

“J-Just shut up already!”

Hendrick glares up at him, but it was difficult to maintain that expression for long. His most sensitive spot was being abused by this crazed ranting lunatic.

He was confused at first when the cop drank the rest of his beer, or at least until he kissed him. Now he was a little more grateful for having his drink stolen.

Coyle kissed him as if his life depended on it, his tongue gliding against the doctor's.

“Heheh..Ooh..Thinkin’ it’s c-come t-to Jesus time…!”

The prime asset suddenly chuckles, causing the other man to groan. Regardless of the bad joke, he knew he was going to cum soon. His release splattered the costume as he lets out a low groan.

Leland followed quickly, his hips sputter with each twitch of his cock. He continues thrusting himself enjoying the heavy slick wet sound that accompanied it.

“Holy-Fuck!…S-Stop..cumming..! G-get o-off..!”

Easterman groans, attempting to push Coyle away. Though the cop whines,but he slowly pulls himself out, grinning as his cum spills out.

“Outta get ya dressed up more often~”

“Please..Just..shut up..and..bring me another beer..” The doctor wheezes listening to Coyle chuckle as he walked away. He was going to have to burn this outfit.

[basketballanonsblog]

Warmth

Happy birthday, darling 💚

It's mainly fluff but with a teeny tiny smidge of angst and kisses

Jeongyeon moped in bed, trying not to cry out of disappointment. You were supposed to come to Korea tomorrow after 5 months apart, but the realities of life had other plans.

Jeongyeon was getting ready for bed when your photo lit up her phone screen. Her tiredness trickled away, now replaced with joy, as she answered.

"Hey baby, how's your day going? I can't wait to see you in two days. The bed feels empty without you in it."

You instinctively smiled at the sound of her voice but said nothing.

She watched as your expression became crestfallen, causing concern.

"Baby?"

"Jeongyeon." You sighed out. "I'm so sorry, jagiya, but we'll have to wait a little longer. Complications at work have come up, so I can't go to Korea yet."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine." Not really.

Of course you knew it wasn't fine.

"Honey - "

"Y/n, I'm quite tired. I'll call you back tomorrow."

Her tone left no room for argument.

"Alright. Sleep well, I love you."

You barely finished your sentence before she cut the call.

-x-

She wasn't angry at you. She had calmed down by the morning, and now she felt guilt and regret.

It wasn't your fault, but her anger was misplaced. She hated that she didn't say I love you back.

It had been nearly 24 hours of radio silence on your end. No matter how tired either of you were or the eight hour time difference, you always made time to send messages.

Jeongyeon sent a number of apologies, but still nothing.

I messed up.

She stared at the photo on her bedside table. It was your last beach trip, and Chaeyoung managed to capture the moment you made your girlfriend laugh with one of your jokes.

Jeongyeon buried her face into the pillow and tried not to cry.

She was the only one at the apartment. The members went out after sleeping over, but Jeongyeon wasn't in the mood to do anything.

"We'll be back soon, unnie!"

There was a knock on the main door, and she almost didn't respond until a few more knocks were heard.

She assumed it was one of them coming back to retrieve something, but when she opened it, she froze.

There you stood, with a warm smile on your face.

"Hello, my love." You greeted, but she just stared at you.

"Jeongyeon?" God...how she's missed hearing the sound of your voice in person.

She couldn't hold back her tears this time as she leapt into your welcoming arms.

You said nothing else, just letting the comfortable silence surround you, whilst you held her close.

-x-

After an emotional reunion, you showered before joining Jeongyeon in her bedroom for some much needed cuddles.

She laid her head in the crook of your neck, her hand entwined with yours. Jeongyeon took comfort in the feel of your heartbeat. The steady beat soothing her.

Her eyes fluttered to a close when you wrapped your arms around her, basking in your warmth.

"I felt so bad the other day. I wanted to surprise you, but I almost gave in when I saw how unhappy you were. I was afraid that you were angry at me, especially when you hung up like that. I only became less anxious when I saw your messages."

She wriggled out of your embrace, moving to hover above you.

"I wasn't angry at you, never at you."

She leant down to shower your face with kisses, each one followed by a whispered apology.

When she finally reached your lips, you held her closer. What started as a languid kiss swiftly grew desperate.

Without breaking apart, you shifted positions, so you were sitting upright, with Jeongyeon straddling you.

Your hands sneaked under her shirt, touching her bare skin, making her flinch.

"Your hands are cold." She pouted jokingly.

"Sorry, babe." You went to pull them away, but she didn't let you.

"They're cold, but I never said you could let go." She leaned closer to whisper into your ear. "It drives me crazy when you can't keep your hands to yourself. It makes me feel irresistible."

"That's because you are."

You felt her move her lips to your pulse point, and now you were the one who was shivering. Especially since you knew she was leaving a mark.

Before you could pull her shirt off, there was another interruption, which made you both freeze.

"Was that your stomach?"

Blood immediately rushed to your cheeks. Plane food wasn't the most filling.

"Maybe."

"Aww my poor baby. Come on, I'll make something."

Stupid body. Ruining the mood like that.

-x-

After having what you proclaimed what you deemed were the best noodles ever (ironic coming from a professional chef), you settled on the couch to watch a movie.

"I'm just saying it was only a pack of shin ramyun."

"My love, sometimes there is joy in the simplest of things. You made it with love and care, which is why it's the best." You spoke as if it was fact.

Goodness. You knew how to make a girl feel special and adored.

-x-

"This is nice." The movie had long finished, but the both of you were too comfortable to move. You hummed in agreement.

"I could stay like this forever."

Then why don't you? Jeongyeon thought immediately. That question seemed to elicit a light bulb moment.

How could she manage to let you go back in a few days? Dropping you off at the airport was always the worst part of your visits.

After nearly three years, she was getting sick of saying goodbye.

She gazed at you while settling a hand on your nape, running your hair through her fingers.

"Move in with me."

"Okay."

Wait. Did she hear that right?

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I swear y/n if you're just messing with me -" You cut her off with a kiss, hoping that it showed her you were serious.

"I mean it. I guess I've just had enough of saying goodbye to you." You looked at her with such tenderness. She began to tear up.

"But that means you'd have to leave home, if you move here." You shook your head with fervour.

"My home is wherever you are."

She tucked herself back into your side, and you could feel her tears finally escaping.

"You're such a sap." She faked exasperation but pressed her lips against your jaw. "But I love it."

She captured your lips this time, signifying the promise of a future together.