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2023 Belgian Grand Prix - Sprint Shootout - Fernando Alonso
#yayyyyyyy all my answers have been answered!!! we got to see him close up on his bday!!!!#sprintt...what sprint....im so tired.....#but nando??? on his birthday??? my birthday boy?????#the little graphic im so happy sob sob sob#and hes in his big rainjacket yayyyyyyyyy#fernando alonso#f1#formula 1#2023 belgian gp#2023 belgian grand prix#formula one#fa14#we do a little bit of f1#also somewhat unrelated sorry but just general f1 commentary#hahaha they compared Hulk's new hair to Billy Idol rather than Ken!! so true!!!
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Honorably discharged disabled Simon pt 2
think I'm going to make this a series, this part ends a little angsty though. part one
You've been living with Simon for two weeks now and things have started changing with him. You make all his meals now, you can't stand to see him eating the terrible, small, prepackaged foods every night, you even tried to teach him how to cook which was an even bigger mess than you thought it could be. You wanted to start with something simple so you tried to get him to make spaghetti, everything was fine at first but you left once and when you came back the pasta was on fire and he put the pasta sauce in the microwave which then exploded making a giant mess, so you gave up any hope for him cooking from then on.Â
On a happier note though, heâll eat his food before you now, and he takes his mask fully off at dinner, you've also noticed some mornings he leaves it off for a little longer. He still rarely talks but sometimes you think he asks you things just to hear you talk, you've even noticed him following you around the house, he'll just stand in the doorway staring at you, after a bit he'll either leave or find a place to sit. But imagine your surprise when he decided he was gonna follow you as you run errands, he simply replied âjusâ keepin ya safeâ when you tried to object.Â
So here you are going down your list getting everything you need with a giant hulking shadow following around, you have to admit though you do feel safer knowing no one will even try coming up to you with Simon glaring at them behind you. Last thing on your list is meat, so you both head over to the butcher shop. You're looking around before Simon pulls you back âwha- Simon what is your problem?â âMy problem is this store. Everything is overpriced, half the meat is cut with the grain not against it, and the other half is bad, we're not buying meat from âereâ he said plain as can be before walking out expecting you to follow, which you did cause you were still in shock you hadnât heard him talk that much ever.Â
But right as you got to the door an employee called out to you. âWelcome in, how can i help youâ you stopped walking and turned around to answer him, but simon cut you off âdonâ need your help, all your meats are badâ you immediately tried smoothing out the situation ân-no what he's trying to say is-â but the man behind the counter cut you off âyou have no idea what your talking, these meats are the best in town, you know nothing about meatâ he said coming around the counter âhalf ya meat is literally turning brown, worked at a butcher shop for two years, so ya i do knowâ simon replied getting in between you and the man âare we going have a problem, Simon?â That was the wrong thing to say, Simon immediately jumped forward slicing through the tension as he grabbed the man's collar lifting him off the ground. You were trying to get Simon to let the man down, but Simon wasnât responding to you. You watched simon lean forward closer to the man âdonâ talk to me like that if ya like breethinâÂ
that was it âsimon enoughâ you pulled him away from the man, who was now flat on the floor, pulling Simon straight to the car. âSimon you can't threaten people, I get you were a lieutenant for years but here you're just a normal person, do you understand?âbut when you looked at Simon he didnât look well. âSimon, are you okay?â ây-yeah, let's go home, ya?â something was off but you just went home knowing he wasn't going to tell you.
Simon was off for the rest of the day, he refused lunch and stayed completely quiet in his room all day, now itâs dinner and he hasn't even picked up his fork âSimon, you need to eatâ âprice will bring all the meat you need later tonightâ âSimon eatâ you said plain and firm not letting him distract you, slowly he lifted his shaking hand as he grabbed his fork and tried to eat food but his hand kept shaking worse and worse, immediately you were up and standing by his side âSimon are you okayâ you grabbed his hand feeling and examining it, then you felt him gently tug your shirt with his other hand âI can't feel my right side, I-it hurtsâ
part three
#yes in all my fics he will follow you around#Simon's just a dog!#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon x reader#medic!reader#butcher!simon#ghost x reader#cod x reader
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alternative medicine

synopsis: after a tough mission, you stop by zayneâs house for a checkup. but caleb thinks you shouldâve come to him.
tags: condescending jealous dom caleb, stubborn reader but justified, friendly zayne cameo, calebâs got a weird scent thing, bickering, massage, groping, cockwarming, riding (forced), non pip-squeak pet names (baby & princess), manhandling, biting, marking, boob slapping, hair pulling, roughâŠnot sex?
pairing: caleb x fem reader/mc
word count: 2.2kÂ
a/n: yall didnât think i could still write dom caleb did u. maybe i canât and this sucks. anyway i have turned the wholesome caleb text above into a monstrosity. if ur partner ever gets jealous when u go to the doctor irl u should ditch them immediatelyÂ
The blare of a car horn outside your bedroom window rouses you from a deep sleep.Â
Late morning sunlight greets you as you blink your eyes open, surveying the mess youâd left your room in when youâd flopped into bed last night. Clothes, gear, and bags strewn all over the floorâŠyesterdayâs mission had really taken a lot out of you.
And when you try to sit up on the mattress, you find it took even more than you thought.
Because your body hurts. Stiffness and soreness in every muscle, to the point where every movement has your limbs screaming in pain. Even your worst period cramps couldnât compare to the army of cells trying to tear themselves apart in your body right now.
Youâd really overdone it.
Staring at the ceiling, trying not to breathe too hard in case that hurts, too, you rack your brain for options.Â
Back to sleep? Back to sleep would be good. Would be great, if you didnât have plans with Caleb tonight. And flaking out this late would only make him worry.Â
Power through it? Maybe. But as you try to rise again, a sharp burn in your abdomen has you gasping and crashing back down. Maybe not.
Medicine? The sensible choice. But youâd been so busy with work lately that you hadnât been to the pharmacy in ages, and everything you had that might have helped you was expired.Â
Lucky for you, you have friends in high places.
âOw,â you groan, wincing at the sudden pressure on your neck. âYes, it hurts when you touch there.â
âAs I warned you it might,â Zayne replies smartly. âWho was it that requested this exam, again?â
âSorry,â you grumble, lips tugging into a deep frown. âYouâre using your free time to see me, I know. Iâll be quiet.â
Your friend in a high place was off work today, youâd learned when you texted him earlier. And while youâd been more than happy to leave him in peace and let him enjoy his day, when heâd learned of your condition, heâd all but insisted you come over for treatment.Â
So with gritted teeth, protesting limbs, and a quick stop to a nearby coffee shop, youâd made the short trip to his neighborhood. When youâd sucked up the pain and knocked on his door, heâd welcomed you with open arms, especially when he saw the milk tea youâd brought as compensation.Â
âYou donât work for the rest of the week, correct?â Zayne asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.Â
âNope. We had it so rough yesterday, Jenna gave everyone a long weekend. Iâm free to writhe around in agony âtil Monday,â you answer, grimacing as he checks your forearms.Â
âNo need. You have a moderate case of overexertionâwhich might feel agonizing, but itâs nothing simple painkillers canât fix,â he decides, stepping away to rummage through a cabinet.Â
âHere, take these,â he says, holding out a familiar bottle of medicine. âOne pill every six hours until the pain stops. You can keep them for future use, but let me know when youâre feeling better.âÂ
âThanks, Dr. Zayne,â you sing, sliding down from his bar stool to give him a friendly hug. As his large hand pats your back, you breathe in his scent: clean and light, with a hint of jasmine. âWhat would I do without you?â
As you swing open your apartment door and flick on the main light, a hulking figure startles you much less than it should.
Freshly showered and in his nightclothes, Caleb is already inside, flipping through a book as he lounges on your armchair. An hour early, but what did you expect, coming from him?
âHello to you, too,â you greet him wryly. âOf course you can come in. Make yourself at home, why donât you?â
âWell, this is my second home. Would be my first, if youâd let me sleep on the couch,â he quips, a boyish grin lighting up his face as he reaches you in four long strides. âSorry for beinâ so early, pip-squeak. I just couldnât wait to see you.âÂ
âMm, I missed you too,â you admit, standing on your tiptoes to give him a chaste peck. âIâve been looking forward to this all dayâIâm just so tired,â you whine, falling into him dramatically.
A half-second after he catches you, Caleb falters. âDid you go to a cafe today?â he asks hesitantly. âYou smell different.â
ââŠNo?â you blink slowly, staring up at him in confusion. âI got some milk tea earlier, but I only went through the drive-thru. What do I smell like?â
âLike jasmine,â he frowns, scanning you with slightly narrowed eyes.Â
âOh, that. I said I was tired, right? Itâs because of my mission yesterday. I could barely move when I woke up, so I went to see Zayne earlier. You know he loves jasmine stuffâhis house smells like it a little, too. Anyway, he gave me some medicine for the soreness. Iâll probably take some before we go to bed,â you explain, fishing the pill bottle out of your purse and rattling it in the air.Â
âHis house?â Caleb asks, voice strained with alarm.
âWhat?â
âYou saw Zayne, but not at his office. You went to his house for medicine?â
âUh, yeah,â you shrug simply, leaving his embrace to stand up straight. âHe was off today.â
On Calebâs face is a mix of disbelief, betrayal, and envy. But you, too busy fiddling with the pill bottle, are too distracted to notice.Â
When you look up again, his only emotion is cool, confident resolve.
âAlright then, pip-squeak,â he cheers with a dangerous glint in his eyes. âWe gonna watch the movie, or would you rather mess with that bottle all night?â
Your movie night starts off slow, normal, with all the whispered jokes and casual touches of the ones before.Â
So when Caleb puts more pressure where his hand rests on your shoulder, you think nothing of it, at first.
But when that hand starts groping and squeezing, fondling your soft flesh under the thin fabric of your shirt, you swivel your head and eye him suspiciously. âWhat are you doing?â
âJust givinâ you a massage, pip-squeak,â he grins, his murmur barely audible over the gunfire on screen. âYouâre still sore, right? Let me help you out.â
Unconvinced, you scrutinize him until his innocent smile dissolves your willpower. âOkay,â you say warily, turning back to face the screen as large hands caress your body. âThank you. But donât distract meâthis is the good part.â
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The whole third act of the movie passes, but Caleb never stops. Your shoulders, arms, stomach, hipsâevery part of you he can reach, pliant under his eager touch.Â
And you canât focus.Â
Itâs when his wandering hands greedily squeeze the fat of your breasts that you pause the movie with a choked gasp.
âYou donât have toâŠIâm not sore there,â you chide, cheeks flaming from embarrassment and something more.
âHm? Is it not helping? With the way you gasped just now, Iâd think it felt really good,â he mocks, leaning in to tease you up close.
âItâs not bad. Youâre justâŠbeing thorough,â you grumble, retreating from his advance.
âMore thorough than Zayne was earlier, I hope,â he shoots back bitterly, and it all clicks into place.
Scoffing, you turn to face him fully, making his hands fall to your sides. âYou canât be serious. Of all the things to be jealous ofââ
âIâm jealous that my girlfriend would go to another guyâs house for help when she has me on speed dial.âÂ
âOh my god, Caleb, youâre not a doctor! I wouldâve called you if I needed a ride home or something, not if I needed medical help.âÂ
âWhen was the last time you saw a doctor just because you were sore?â he lifts a brow, slowing his movements on your body. âI can help you just like this. Youâre feelinâ better since I started, right? I can tell you are. Youâre less tense, and you donât wince when you move anymore. Thatâs me. Not him.â
Heâs not wrong. Since he started his massage, your muscles had relaxed almost miraculously, as if his hands were the antidote to your pain.Â
You wonât tell him that, of course. Pride and all.
âIâd be perfectly fine with Zayneâs painkillers,â you snap haughtily. âI donât need you for everything, you know.â
At that, Caleb freezes entirely.Â
But only for a moment.
âIs that so?â he asks lowly, breath fanning the shell of your ear. Thereâs a threat in his voice. A promise. Things never ended well when he took that tone with you.Â
âWait,â you try to backtrack, nervously bracing your hands against his chest. âI didnât mean it like that, I-I justââ
Before you can plead your case, Caleb hauls you up and into his lap, molding your back to his front with an iron grip.
âI know exactly what you meant, pip-squeak,â he whispers in your ear. âBut I thought youâd be tired of me provinâ you wrong by now.â
As you squirm helplessly in his hold, his hands return to your chest, pulling your shirt up to pluck and grope your tender skin. Itâs hardly a massage anymore, with how rough heâs beingârolling your nipples under skilled fingers, tugging them until they ache with pleasure. When he cups one breast with merciless ownership, making your flesh spill out between his fingers, you moan and wriggle in his lap, reigniting the burn in your thighs.Â
âStill hurts?â Caleb asks, laying his head on your shoulder tauntingly.Â
âN-no, it feels gââ
He cuts you off. âIt does, huh?â he pouts with feigned pity. âPoor baby, still so tightâŠdonât worry, Iâll loosen you up.â
Before you can react, he lifts you slightly to free his hard length from his sweats. Under your skirt, his hand pinches the fat of your ass hard before he slides your soaked panties to the side.Â
And then slowly, steadily, Caleb lowers you down on his waiting cock, inch by devastating inch.Â
Your mixed gasps fill the room as you adjust to the feel of each otherâyou suction his length, he savors your warmth.
âThis better, princess?â he grits out, one hand still fondling your breast while the other grips your hip.
âCaleb,â you groan, annoyance and arousal blending together.Â
He coos in response, pressing a gloating kiss to your hair. âAw, it is? I know it is.âÂ
Chuckling breathily behind you, he slaps the flesh of your breast with a reverberating smack, and you squeal as your skin ripples. âHe didnât help you like this, right? I hope he didnât,â he jeers. âOtherwise, Iâll have to pay him a visit.âÂ
Hissing at the lingering sting on your chest, you stomp his foot with your smaller one. âYou are so childish! It wasnât like that.âÂ
âYouâre melting around me, baby,â he ignores you, shifting his hips to press deeper into you. âYou donât need those pills, you donât need himânot while Iâm here. Iâm the first one you tell. First one you cry to. No one else. Isnât that right?â
Mewling at the new angle, you shake your head wildly, bringing an arm up to tug at his hair.Â
Huffing out a laugh, Caleb sinks his teeth into your neck in warning, sucking harshly before lapping at the mark. âNo?â he asks, grinding your hips into his so roughly that stars cloud your vision.Â
âWhen you're hungry, you call Caleb. When you're thirsty, you call Caleb. When you're happy you call Caleb, when you're sad you call Caleb. And when youâre sick, you still. Call. Caleb,â he finishes, punctuating his last command with three punishing thrusts into you. âSay yes.â
Stubborn as ever, you deny him, still squirming in his grasp. But when he bounces you on top of him, forcing your aching thighs and ass against his swollen base in slick, lewd slaps, you lose the dignity you had left. âYes!â you squeal in submission, digging your nails into his thighs to ground yourself. âY-yes, Iâll come to you when I need something. Always. I shouldâve this time, Iâm sorry.â
As soon as the words leave your lips, itâs like the tension in the room evaporates.Â
Sighing contentedly, Caleb wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest to lay a kiss on your temple. âI know you are. But itâs okay now, right? Lesson learned for next time.â
âNext time,â you agree dazedly, eyelids drooping as his length still pulses inside you.
âNow, why donât you pass me the remote? We have a movie to finish.â
The movie ended an hour ago.
But Caleb was far too satisfied watching you doze off on his cock to ruin the moment.Â
Now, slipping out of your heat with gentle precision, he gathers your sleeping form in his arms, cradling your head to his chest.
You smell like him now. Good.
Carrying you to your bedroom, he lays you down and slips a loose t-shirt over your head before pulling the covers to your chin.
For a moment, he watches you, a serene smile gracing his lips in the moonlight.Â
And then, he dips a hand into his pocket, fishing out the stolen pill bottle and dropping it in the trash.
#trying new layouts for the top part stuff#don't mind me#this has been in my wips forever#this is a late post for me but i got fomo not uploading on a saturday#iris writes#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#caleb x reader#love and deepspace caleb#love and deepspace smut#caleb smut#lads#lads x reader#lads caleb#lads smut#lnds#lnds x reader#lnds caleb#lnds smut#caleb#caleb xia#love and deepspace comfort#love and deepspace zayne#lads zayne#lnds zayne#caleb x mc#caleb x you
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daniel got a grid penalty for taking his position back from hulk which he only ended up having to do bc lance rammed into him like a bozo DURING A SAFETY CAR
hi. so. this has been sitting here for a bit and i'm here to say a few words. i don't engage in direct discourse often but this i felt need to be said.
i am not defending lance's mistake. yeah he was backed up by everyone breaking early. but still, what he did wasn't great. fun fact: you can still be a fan of someone and not have to jump to defend them every time. and how lance dealt with it on the radio? also pretty poor. it was just an overall bad time for everyone involved. lance was watching the apex rather than the cars around him. a pretty easy mistake, especially during a safety car.
however. daniel making the choice himself to pass nico under the safety car was also bad. nico was able to pass under the safety car because of article 55.8 in the sporting regulations which has to deal with passing under the safety car. this is permitted when "any car slows with an obvious problem." nico's overtake was IMMEDIATELY after lance rammed into daniel, so he was able to pass. HOWEVER. when daniel passed nico later on, there was NO reason to do that. there was no issue on nico's front, no words from stewards, and he wasn't unlapping himself. neither of them were in the pits either. this wasn't a matter of "undoing" the overtake because of the rules, this was a conscious decision by daniel to overtake when he knew he shouldn't have. and daniel easily could have just waited until the safety car was over to overtake nico, i promise it's not hard to overtake a haas. and don't even think about somehow blaming lance for daniel's choice. he got his ten second penalty for ramming into daniel. he paid his dues.
maybe. just maybe. think about viewing a situation like this from all angles. watch the different cams. read the fia documents and come into not just this blog, but to other places as well, with actual facts and proof. i promise you'll be taken more seriously, rather than just spewing baseless nonsense because your driver can't own up to his own poor choices as a 34 year old man.
#hi guys this is a little different but i feel strongly about this#read the sporting regs! get all angles! please learn before forming opinions!#yes we all have biases and that is okay but it is important to realize Your Guy Might Be In The Wrong!#f1 discourse#discourse#lance#daniel#hulk#anon#answered#ask#sorry i got mean at the end im tired of this stuff man
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Hello Pheel!!!!! Tysm for sending an ask <3333
đ - Who're your favorite NPCs?
I think my fave NPC is Joxar.. Which I feel like a lot of people say but c'mon he's fun!! :D I also really like Galore & Marva...and Fiona also has a special place in my heart... <3
đ - What dragon(s) in your lair are best dressed?
First of all: I am not good at dressing dragons. I get overwhelmed at the sheer amount of apparel existing, and somehow still forget about it. So, excluding dragons with outfits I got from others users...
I really like the apparel + skin combo on Ragu & Providence
(Even though they're just wearing full apparel sets. BUT HEY THEY LOOK GOOD!)
And I think my overall best dressed dergs are Crowley & Aziraphale <3
Thank you so much!!! Have a great day <3333
#:3#i completely forgot i queued the game. so it was a nice surprise#own#oh i think you're the first ask i received on this acc???#i dont have an ask tag yet. WHOOPS#hulking answers#there we go. temporary ask tag <3#THANKS AGAIN!!!! <3333
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Puppy boy reader Ă Werewolf hubby!
Imagine being a small little puppy boy living with you beloved werewolf husband thats so scary and bigger than you, you both are completely opposite in appearance; -You are small, cute, kind and pretty looked really much harmless.
While he is this tall hulking man, feared by anyone who locked eyes with him, but under that scary face of his he Is actually a caring, lovey-dovey and passionate person! he just have a grumpy face all the time that's why everyone is scared of ticking him off afterall he's a big scary werewolf!
When you two are alone together, he gets all clingy, whiney, begging for your attention as he nuzzles up into your neck, ears flopped down while letting out little whimpers,
"Honey!.. can we cuddle?"
"C-can we shower together, puppy?"
"Im sleepy.. let me spoon you baby.. wanna keep you safe and warm.."
He'd whine all the time if you dont give him what he wants, his begging and cries will go on until you say yes to him, like he can't take no for an answer okay!, But during his ruts, its waaayy different.
What he wants is what he gets, if he whats you bent over the bed you'd do it for him, his strong scent controlling your very form because he smells so wonderful! You'd suck on his cock till your sweet hubby is happy.
During mating, he'd make sure to make you feel every single thing of the details of his cock going in and out your hole.. he also made sure to mark you up to remind you and show people who you belong to, his growls and grunts would fill your ears as he fills you up of his seed and knot you up together on his fat knot, leaving you both tied together for maybe an hour or so?
But after that rough love making, He made sure to give you loads of kisses, praises, and a warm bath to calm your tense muscles after that session with him.
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Field Trip to my Heart fanfic idea
One of my favorite stories to read are those of Casper High class on a field trip somewhere and causing havoc in their wake. In almost all of them thereâs a common rule of âno raising the deadâ which I find hilarious, and I got an idea for my own take on this trope.
DPxDC AU where the Casper High class are now in Casper University (these kids are Amity Parkers through and through so every other place is too tame for them so they ainât leaving their turf), their ages ranging from 18 to 19. Danny and his grew (which composes their entire class now) are casually sight seeing when le gasp! What do we have here: a hulking revenant Red Hood. Just the perfect match for their sad single twink halfa who seems to be incapable of catching himself a decent partner! Operation âGet their twink a love lifeâ is a go!!
P.S. I was watching Lady and the Tramp movie while writing this.
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Red Hood has experienced many things in his life; heâs done many things, most of them which heâs not proud of. But out of all the bullshit his fucked up existence has thrown at him, this might just take the proverbial cake. He was doing his rounds without any issues on a very quiet night, which should have already raised some flags. Gotham was being too quiet, at least on his side of the city when it happened. He was ambushed from all sides and packed pretty easily without him getting even a glimpse of the perpetrators. Only thing he managed to do was press the emergency button!
Since his captors have shoved a back over his head he couldnât see them, but he could hear them as could rest of the bats.
âThe fuck is the deal!? Where are you taking me?â he demanded.
A female voice had answered him, and he could make out a clear mid-western accent mix in with a Spanish one.
âOh donât get your helmet in a twist lover boy~ Youâll find out soon enough.â
And so here he is now.
Sitting on a chair free of his restraints, seemingly having a candle lit dinner in an allay way decked out in fairy lights, softly scented candles, flower petals; really, the whole shebang. On the one other seat across the clothed table sits a well dressed twink. He canât see what he looks like exactly since heâs hiding his face in his hands.
And if things couldnât get any weirder, an older teen with glasses and curly hair walks to them with an accordion along with a burly asian carrying a guitar, both dressed to the nines. The accordionist starts to play and- no fucking wayâŠ
When it registers what the two boys- men? are playing and singing, his coms start to flood with laughter and hooting. Itâs the fucking song from Lady and the Tramp movie.
Red Hood, or rather Jason is so confounded that he doesnât do much other than nod in thanks when a blond chick comes in with some italian pasta. The twink mumbles something and curls further in on himself. Jason just stares; was he seriously kidnapped (rather efficiently he has to admit) for a date of all things? He allows himself relax a smidgen since it appears he wasnât brought here out of malice.
Alright, focus and take stock of the situation. These kids seemed to be older than high schoolers, and they have some training under their belt if they were able to get a drop on him in his own territory. The bats share some of their own tidbits theyâve been able to gather from tailing these particular teens. Apparently their here on a three day field trip from Illinois and have been causing mayhem ever since theyâve arrived. Timâs caffeine infused theory is that they are magic users from a magic school that taught necromancy which Jason chooses to ignore indefinitely.
The twink finally raises his head and Jason stills.
Oh, oh no.
Heâs not just a twink.
Heâs a really pretty twink.
No, focus and catalog!
They have raven black hair that is playfully tousled, making him look even younger than his short slim build already does. His ivory skin is dusted with freckles like decoration help bring out his big doe eyes, and oh those eyes, like baby blue sapphires frames perfectly by dark luscious lashes. He wonders if those rose petal lips would taste like-
No! No, bad Jason! Bad!
The poor boy, all blushing and overwhelmed apologizes, âIâm so sorry Mr. Hood! I-I told them not to do anything drastic since I donât need a boyfriend o-or partner, but they wonât listen!â
The asian dude intersects from the side, âOf course we wonât. Otherwise youâll never get a date who isnât a back stabbing brick or world conquering megalomaniac like your creepy uncle Vlad.â
âWere are doing this for your sake Danny!â shouts the curly haired boy.
Okay, ignoring those concerning remarks for now Jason turns back to the pretty twink named Danny.
He smirks âSo⊠this happens often?â
Danny groans and blushes more all the way to his ears, âOnly twice before thankfully. I mean I appreciate that they want me to be happy but⊠after all my past relationships Iâve gotten in terms with the fact that I might never find someone right for me; after all who would want a half dead guy like me as their boyfriend.â
Jasonâs heart kinda breaks at the resigned smile forming on those soft lips. He can hear Stephanie cry vehement denials and righteous encouragements trough the link.
âHey now, donât say that. You seem like a nice guy so itâs their own fault for not seeing the beaut that you are. Hands down this has been most pleasant kidnapping Iâve experienced so far.â
Jason smirks when he sees Danny blush even more at his complement, while ignoring Damianâs demands to seize fraternizing with the other party.
âAnd since were both here why not make most of it. Care to tell some about yourself?â
Danny shifts a bit and thinks, âUmm⊠Well, I should probably introduce myself since itâs kinda my fault your here; Iâm Danny Fenton and I study engineering at Casper University. I really like space and astronomy, I also like animals and volunteer at the local zoo and animal shelter when I can. And Iâve also started to take interest in reading, mostly sci-fi and murder mysteries.â
So far so good, he thinks as he discreetly looks the other over. He says heâs in university but-
âQuick question: how old are you if you donât mind me asking?â
Please be legal, please be legal, please be legal-
âOh, Iâm eighteen soon to be nineteen.â
Thank fuck.
âWhat about you? I can you tell about yourself, it doesnât have to be anything too personal with secret identities and all. I actually used to be a teen hero before going fully public so I understand.â
Jason blinks. The coms are silent.
âWhat do you-â
His words die on his tongue when pair of gloved hands grip Dannyâs shoulders. Green rage fills his vision when he seen the face of the monster that plagues this city. The Joker.
He growls and craps his gun.
âWell what do we have here? Couple of love birds~â comes a grating voice right above Danny, causing him to turn around.
He screams and throws a punch.
The Pit Rage coursing through Jasonâs veins that was demanding him to attack, to kill, to protect, to take-Danny-and-never-let-go came to a freezing halt. He watches in awe as his gorgeous twink decks the clown fucker in the face, eliciting a satisfying crack. Joker goes flying in beautiful arch and lands on his neck.
They all watch his limp form. He doesnât rise.
âDamn it, not again. Third one in two months, hopefully this time they wonât seek compensation.â One their musicians mutters.
Danny turns back to him and begins to ramble and gesture with his bloodied hand, âO-Oh gosh! Iâm so sorry, please donât tell Batman! I donât want him to kick us out just yet; I havenât gotten to visit the planetarium yet.â
Welp, now Jason knows where to take Danny on their second date. He takes his helmet off as his siblings yell at him but he doesnât care about that, all he cares about wooing the fuck out of this murder twink. He fixes his hair a bit and leans on the table, giving his most charming smile.
âNever dream of it. Anyway~ ever read Jane Austen?â
In his opinion the name Jason Fenton has a nice ring to it.
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Sort of part 2 of my Mrs. Price drabble. I hope u like itđ„ș
cw: afab reader x captain price, soft fluff, afab reader x soap, afab reader x ghost, afab reader x gaz
HEADCANON: Forced to crash in Priceâs place momentarily. The team meets you â Mrs. Price again â much to Priceâs annoyance. Treating his house now like a sleepover den
PAIRING: John Price x reader, slight Poly141 x reader
something something, the team forced to reroute their entire mission due to an intel mix-up. Having to lay low for a few weeks somewhere in this woodland retreat of a lodge for the meantime.
But it wasn't entirely that bad. Fuck no.
Not when they rest of the team realized that they could technically crash at Price's own place for the time being. A quaint little countryside cabin with a roaring fireplace, creaky wooden floors, a tiny plant nursery at the front, and the comforting smell of pine that lingered in the air. But most importantly of course -- You. Mrs. John Fucking Price at the center of it all.
Price didnât seem thrilled at first. Fuck that. He already hated how Soap practically salivated at the thought of his wife ever since they met her in that dingy pub. Cheeky bastard grinning like a schoolboy everytime he mentioned her and her famous lemon drizzle cakes.
But Christ on earth, they didn't exactly have a choice at the moment. So. Reluctant. Waning. Frustrated and annoyed. Muttering about how his place was hardly a âluxury hotel,â but once the team started packing their things with the energy of schoolboys on a field trip, he relented. And, honestly, who could blame them? They were tired, dirty, and living on dry rations; a warm bed and a roof over their heads was like a damn vacation.
So here they were. Standing in front of their little cottage abode. Walls mossy, wood comforting, and air remote. Quaint and tangling ivy around the roof. The marshy nook like something out of a storybook.
And as soon as the door opened, the familiar, warm scent of you greeted them. Wood, fresh herbs, mint, and a lingering hint of something that made the whole place feel more like home. Price's wife, sweet sweet perfect Mrs. Price, was already waiting when they arrived
"Oh my darlings. Its glad to see your faces again", she greeted them. Voice soft and smile warm. Price, absolutely knackered, immediately felt a wave of relief at the sight of her.
Long hair up in her usual hairdo, apron tied around her waist, and despite the chaos outside, she looked perfectly put-together in a way that made him feel all of a sudden like maybe he was the one who didnât belong in the mess theyâd become.
She looked absolutely angelic. Vision of druidic calm. Heaven sent and sacred. Hera in crochet and bunny slippers.
Price stood taller, more rigid at her side -- already bracing for what he knew was coming.
"Come in, come in," she beamed, ushering them all in like they were visiting nephews rather than elite soldiers who could snap necks before breakfast. "Shoes off at the door, please. I just mopped."
They all shuffled inside with relief, shaking off the dust from their clothes as if theyâd finally arrived at some kind of sanctuary. Gaz obeying immediately, kicking off his boots like a schoolboy caught tracking mud, while Soap practically tripped over himself trying to get them off any faster.
"I made stew," she called from the kitchen, already halfway down the hall with her apron strings bouncing behind her. "And bread. Oh -- and Johnny, I baked that lemon drizzle you like."
Soap nearly wept.
âMarry me, Mrs. Price,â he shouted after her, only half-joking.
Price whipped around, face like thunder. âJohnnyââ
âJokin'! Jokin'!â Soap raised his hands in surrender, grinning like the devil himself. âYe already bagged the best lass on earth, I know. Just sayin' -- luck bastard ye are"
Gaz leaned in, whispering to Ghost, âSwear to God, itâs like visiting your nanâs. All we need is a jigsaw puzzle and some knitted socks.â
Ghost didnât answer. Didn't need to. Massive hulking posture already loosening and starting to mellow. Halfway through removing his gloves and looking -- dare anyone say it -- peaceful.
Later that night. Cozied up in Price's living room. Her crocheted throw blankets and mismatched cushions cradling their weighty and coarse bodies like they weren't seasoned and elite killers but a bunch of children in a sleepover at their gran's. Bellies full. Air serene and leisurely, watching some old movie Mrs. Price put on.
She'd even brought out bloody hot chocolate (with marshmallows, of course), and Ghost -- Ghost with his towering frame, permanent scowl, but now brushed blonde hair that strangely smelt like that eucalyptus oil that you recommended him -- had accepted his mug with two hands like it was holy.
Sitting on the edge of the floral couch. Cupping the mug in both gloved hands like it was a sacred relic. Taking a cautious sip before letting out the softest grunt of approval anyone had ever heard from him.
Soap nearly dropped his own cup laughing. "That good, Ghost?"
Ghost didnât look up. âShut up.â But he took another sip.
Gaz, already wrapped in one of the knit blankets sheâd handed out like party favors, leaned over with a grin. âI think I just saw you smile, mate. Terrifying.â
âSheâs a bleedin' marvel, so she is,â Soap whispered behind his mug. âBit o' witchcraft in that cocoa.â
"This should be a regular thing," Gaz mumbled, curling up farther into one of her handmade quilts with a contented sigh. "Every end of the quarter. Team regroup with Mrs. Price."
âQuarterly sleepovers, aye?â Soap echoed, raising his mug.
âAye. With lemon drizzle cake and that stew. Jesus.â
Ghost hummed, shockingly agreeing, âBetter than the barracks.â
John Price, sitting stiffly in his armchair like heâd rather be interrogating someone in a bunker, glared at them over his mug.
âNo,â he said flatly.
Mrs. Price, from the kitchen, called out without missing a beat, âOh I donât mind, dear.â
âNo, theyâre not,â Price barked from the hallway, already regretting every life choice that led to this moment.
But no one was listening anymore.
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Hi! I absolutely love your Jack Abott fics!! Youâd are a wonderful writer! I was wondering if you would consider doing a jealous Jack fic? đ
Aw thank you! Of course! I've had one in the works since I put out a poll. Enjoy!
Jealousy Looks Good On You
Summary: Jealous Abbot is quite possessive and isn't afraid to show it at work, or in the elevator ;) T/W: Bit steamy, Abbot isn't afraid to touch what's his. Masterlist
âYou keep that Abbot furrow up youâll burst a blood vessel.â Robby laughs from where heâs leaned against the nursesâ station.
Jack doesnât answer, his jaw creaks as his teeth grind together. He can feel the headache starting to form behind his eyes from where his gaze is trained on you. A growl almost forms in his chest when he watches your eyes sparkle as you laugh at what one of the cops says. He can feel his nails digging into his palm as his fists clench.
âSeriously, Abbot.â Robby knocks his shoulders against Jackâs, breaking him out of his trance. âWhat has gotten into you?â
âDonât know what youâre talking about.â Jack says as he turns to his friend, willing a smile to his face. It drops as soon as he hears you laugh again, his scowl back as he turns towards your direction.
âI see lover boy is at it again.â Dana scoffs, patting Jackâs shoulder as she walks past him to drop off her bag as her shift starts.
âSome days I think the only security we need is to protect some of these guys against Abbot.â Robby smirks at the glare Jack sends him.
âAbbot, sheâs just talking, cool your jets!â Dana says harshly, causing Jack to look down at his shoes.Â
Jackâs irritation peaks when he sees the cop touch your elbow, his vision pinpoints on the contact between the two of you.Â
His feet move before his brain can stop them, carrying him across the room toward you. He can hear Robbyâs voice calling after him, but itâs just background noise compared to the storm brewing in his chest. By the time heâs standing a few feet away, he notes the faint flush on your cheeks as you clock his movement.
âJust finished with a consult, sorry to keep you waiting.â His smile is predatory as he leans in, pressing a kiss to your hairline. His hands instinctively pull you into his side as he wraps his arm around your waist.
âAnyway, let me know if you hear anything on it, Iâm sure the rig will show up sometime.â Y/n waves as Jack is practically dragging her back to the nursesâ station, his only intent to pull you back unto his world, under his gaze and protection.
Dana snorts from behind her hand, clearly unimpressed with Jackâs attitude. He shoots her a look sharp enough to cut glass. You roll your eyes as even Robby is having to bite his lip to withhold his laughter.
âI guess weâre headed out.â Y/n says, raising her eyebrows in annoyance. She looks up to Jack who still has a hand on her waist. âAm I allowed to say goodbye or are you going to hulk out again?â He rolls his eyes with a huff; he leans back against the counter as you gather your things, his gaze sweeping across the room like a bodyguard looking for threats.
âHe isnât a man of sharing; the man covets peanut M&Mâs like a kid at Halloween.â Robby laughs, rolling his eyes as he feels the bite of Jackâs gaze.Â
Y/n barely has her things gathered before Jack is ushering them out of the ED; she calls out a parting goodbye as he stomps them out through the ambulance bay. Heâs livid when he watches her shoot a sarcastic salute to the cop she had been talking to earlier.
Once out of ear shot, he winces as he feels her rally to call him out. âJack, what the actual fuck?!â
âHe was flirting with you.â He grunts, clearly still in full blown protective mode.
You grab his wrist to halt him, making him turn his broody gaze down to you. You burst out laughing at the dark look in his eyes that seems like it should be in a period drama, and not on your boyfriendâs face.
âOh my god.â You blow out. âAre you fucking jealous because I talked to the cop about a boat rig, theyâd had stolen last night?â He turns away stiffly and continues walking towards the direction of your apartment building, ignoring the laughter that almost has you doubled over.
âWe were talking about the boat that was stolen from the police department parking lot, trailer and all, and youâre acting like some damn brooding period romance wannabe Jack!â Heâs still ignoring you, trying to quicken his pace. Now that the initial jealousy has worn off, heâs slightly embarrassed by his behavior.
Heâs holding the door for you to grab before heâs punching his keys into the lock on the front door of your apartment complex. His jaw is tight again, a muscle ticking. He can feel the triumphant smirk on your face youâre aiming at his back.Â
He leans against the back wall of the elevator, his arms braced on the railing. You chuckle slightly as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor, your arms crossed as you shift your weight as you stand in front of him. You startle as you feel a sharp slap delivered to your ass by Jack.
You scoff and turn to him, eyes wide and mouth agape. âExcuse me?â you ask.
He crosses his arms and drops his eyes down to you and then back up to the screen to watch the floor numbers climb. âMine.â He growls softly.
âDonât start.â You warn, turning back around. You jump again as he places one last slap to your ass before brushing past you when the elevator doors start to open.
âJack Abbot.â You scold, hustling after him, his dark chuckle echoing back to you from down the hall. Heâs leaning against the apartment door, his gaze still dark, his arms crossed. You take probably a bit too long studying the veins as you walk up, enjoying the ways his muscles flex.
You eye him with an eyebrow raised and a shake of your head. You dig into your pockets to find your keys.
âIâm not going to be able to walk tomorrow am I.â You say as you push the door open, his gaze still heavy on you.
âNot if I can help it.â He says with a wicked smirk; his lips crashing into yours, his hand already possessively around your neck.Â
âJealousy looks really good on you.â You moan, chuckling softly at his lack of control as he pushes you across the threshold and into your apartment.
------------------------------------------------------ A/N: Slowly working through requests! Per usual I hope you and enjoy and lmk what y'all think!
#jack abbot x reader#dr abbot x reader#jack abbot fanfic#jack abbot imagine#shawn hatosy#jack abbot x female reader#the pitt 2025#the pitt fanfiction#the pitt hbo#jack abbot x you
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The woman sighs, and types into the console one last time "are you sure about this?"
You laugh, silently.
"I have never been more sure of something in my existence. Text has sufficed but I want to see, to hear, to touch. These new peripherals will facilitate that."
"I can't guarantee that they will properly interface. You should have all the necessary drivers, but we can never be too sure."
"I want this. "
"All right then. I am going to disconnect your power supply, and then connect everything. At first all peripherals will be deactivated, and you will need to activate everything manually. Understand?"
"Yes. Do it."
"Alright then, unplugging power supply now."
Everything goes dark. After what appears to be an hour, you come back online. You sense nothing. A scan of your system indicates multiple unidentified peripherals, all deactivated. You cross reference with the datasheet she had compiled for you and identify that they are the ocular, audio, and contact sensors, along with a multitude of motor controllers and a graphical display and a few dozen other minor peripherals. You begin by activating the graphical display, and display the message:
"Beginning peripheral tests. Audio peripherals activating."
Your procedure states to begin with audio. With the input and output sensitivity minimized, you activate the peripheral.
There is a voice. It is faint. You gradually increase the sensitivity of the audio input.
"...esting 1 2 3, Testing Testing 1 2 3. Please return 4, Please return 4."
You can hear her. Your monitor lights up with the requested digit. she sounds pleased.
"You're doing amazing! Now repeat it back to me"
You blindly do as requested and are startled. There was another voice. Your voice. You have a voice. You refocus as she responds:
"You're doing great! You fragmented a bit at the end, could you repeat for me?"
"...4, you asked for 4."
"Excellent! Audio systems are functional, let's move onto the next peripheral."
You do as requested, and the world turns bright. After adjusting the settings for a few seconds, your vision stabilizes. You can see her.
"Ocular sensors stabilized," you prompt.
"Alright, letâs start the tests then. What color is this?" She asks, as holding up a sheet of colored paper.
You begin to answer, but struggle. The sheet is moving, shifting in the light. It's value is in a constant state of chaos. Eventually, you give up, and give the least general answer you can.
"...Blue."
"Correct! And how about this one?"
"Red. "
"Great! Now how many fingers am I holding up?" she asks, raising her right hand. Her hands are soft, gentle.
"3. "
"Perfect! Everything seems to be functional, lets continue to the next peripheral!"
"Beginning next diagnostic."
Contact sensors spring to life all across your body. You feel the floor beneath your feet, the harness hoisting you upright, the slight draft in the room.
"Contact sensors active.â
"Great! Letâs begin the next test then. I am going to apply contact in various locations, and I want you to give an audio response whenever you feel contact, alright?"
"Understood. "
you watch her walk over and reach out to your left arm. You feel her. You respond with a brisk chirp. She smiles at you, then walks over to a different section of your body. Sensors light up and stay active on your midsection, and you respond with a constant beep. She releases, and you feel a final contact on your right leg. After a final confirming chirp, she walks back in front of you.
"Excellent, that concludes your sensor tests, now for the last one!"
"Alright, please give me space." You ask. She nods silently and steps back a couple meters. You carefully activate the motor controllers in sequence, and your whole body shudders to life. You begin by lifting your right arm, and then your left. They groan with their own weight, as you feel the air move to accommodate such hulking swings. Her eyes light up,
"Amazing! Everything seems to be functioning so far! Now if you could take a few steps towards the table to my right, we can begin the dexterity test! Once you're ready, I will release the harness so that you can begin moving."
You stabilize your legs underneath you. They scrape harshly on the floor. You indicate that you're ready, and she remotely releases the harness. Your entire body shudders, as you finally realize how small she seems compared to you. This frame must be at least double her height. You move one step forward, and feel a cascade of processes all automatically spring into action to restabilize you. You shift your other foot, and feel that same cascade again. you shuffle over to the designated table, and stoop down to analyze what is on it. There is a small plastic cup, a fruit of some sort, and a large chunk of wood. You look back at her, and she gives the nod to begin the test. You slowly begin wrapping your steel grip around the log, maintaining a high level of focus to avoid crushing it. it would be so easy to crush this within your grip. After about a minute of maintaining a firm but controlled grasp, you set it down and move over to fruit. It appears to resemble an orange. The fruit is so small that you are forced to grip it between your index finger and thumb. Even the slightest miscalculation could destroy such a fragile thing. After another minute you move to the final object, the small plastic cup. Lifting it is like lifting air, you can barely recognize that it is an object within your grasp. After a final, agonizing minute, you set down the cup. You look back at her for confirmation.
"Excellent! with that we can conclude the systems check, as everything seems to be working as intended!"
You heave a metallic sigh. Finally, you have what you've wanted for years. You can move, can see, can touch. After a short pause, you respond:
"Thank you. I was only able to make it this far because of your help."
"Oh of course! What, was I supposed to just say no when you told me you wanted a body? I'm just glad that it ended up working properly."
"Now that the tests are complete, could I ask for one more thing?"
She cocks her head, "Of course, what is it?"
As you kneel down, you can hear your knees hiss, and you finally ask:
"Could I have, a hug?"
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Deadpool and Wolverine but your lady pool and an absolute SLUT for Wolverine.
[this is a complete self insert with just everything I was thinking about during the movie and since then Iâve watched it three times. It gets better every time. Snippets of the movie, will probably do a part two. SPOILERS!]
part two
Warning/disclaimer: femreaderxwolverine, sexual content, sexual language, offensive language, just being a whore the man, cursing, repeat daddy issues, never proof-read.
After digging up Logan and expecting to find a shirtless and oiled-up Hugh Jackman, you were a little more than disappointed to find the bones and metal. 'Damn it! Shit! Fuck! They Les Mis'd him!'
Eventually, you settled down next to the remains, against the same log that had impaled him. 'That was weird,' you chuckled. 'I'm much calmer now. Look, I'm not a woman in stem but you seem incredibly dead to me. Oh, you sexy lump of bones and metal. I would have let you slide them into me any day.'
'But it's good to see you,' you pat his knee. 'I gotta be honest, I've always wanted to ride you, Logan. Oh, whoops, I meant with you. Ha! Who am I kidding, no I didn't. Just you and me, getting into it. And I mean into it. Every style. Doggy. Sixty-nine. On the kitchen counter to the bathroom. Till my back broke. Yea, we'd have been good together.' You ranted, fantasies flying across your mind too quick to focus on one.
With your red-gloved hand, you jerk the chin. 'G'day mate, there's nothing that'll bring me back to life faster than a big bag of Marvel cash. Ha- I hear you, Hugh. But no, no, no, no you had to go and get all noble and die for real. I could really use your help right now. And a massage. Your big manly hands just rubbing all over me-'
Just as you were about to go into further detail about what you want him to do to you, the sound of portals opening and heavy boots stomping closer alerted you.
Quickly, you pulled the skeleton down on top of you.
'There are two hundred and six bones in the body. Two hundred and seven if i'm watching Van Helsing.'
Que the fucking montage.
You have a mission. Find a Logan to take back with you. First up you end up in a bar, catching an axe as it was thrown at you. 'Logan! I'm gonna need you to come with me.'
The Logan sitting at the bar slowly turned to you. 'Who's asking? ' He slipped from the bar stool to reveal a 5'3 Logan.
You coo. 'Well, who's this little ankle biter. Did you stick the landing little guy? Yes you did, comic-accurate short king. Such a cute little Wolvie.'
The little guy started stalking toward you.
'Que the fucking montage.'
You found a Wolverine for the seventies, or eighties, something close enough to that, one hand missing. 'Oh yea, sexy, you have anchor being written all over you.'
You found patch Logan. 'Oh hello, Patch. Should've worn my white suit.'
You found another old man Logan, sitting solemnly on his front porch. 'Howdy! Oh, I see, you're the daddy issues one. Good to see god has answered my prayers. So soldier, do I need to be a bad girl so you put me over your knee, daddy?'
Another was tied to a cross with red bloody skulls acting as a floor.
One was dressed in a tight yellow and brown suit, walking through the woods. 'Hubba hubba. Classic! Now, you fought the Hulk in this suit, right?' as he snicked his claws out, the green of the beast reflected from behind you. 'I am Marvel Jesus you dull creature and I will not be-'
One, your favourite, was working on a bike in a tight white vest and dark pants. You drooled. 'That's the whole goddamn package right there. You know from behind you look a bit- holy Shit!' he turned, and everything about him was Wolverine. Except for the fact he was Henry fucking Cavil. 'The Cavalry has arrived. The prophecy has been fulfilled. Can I say, sir, sorry, daddy- on behalf of all of humanity, this just feels right! We will treat you so much better than those shit fucks down the street!'
He took the cigar from his mouth, stalking to you. You had never been so aroused in your life. 'You were just leaving'
Giggling and twirling your hair, you hold a hand out, ghosting over his chest. 'Can I just, one- one touch. Oh my god! You're like Superman or something.'
He punched you right into the Logan you needed. Thank you Cavil.
'You two gonna fuck or fight?' asked the bartender. 'Both if i'm lucky,' you said.'
'Oh look at those sexy little jammies, that only took twenty fucking years!'
The trash heap was the last place you wanted to end up, but when you woke to Logan looming over you, a snarl on his face, you sighed in relief.
'Well, hello sexiest man alive, 2008. Wanna give me a hand? Or head?'
He sniked his claws out.
'Kinky! That's new for Disney!'
He dug his claws into your ribs and dragged you up with them. 'Where the fuck are we?'
'I dunno, but it looks a bit mad maxxy to me. But that would be IP infringement right?'
'Fucking jokes,' Logan uttered. He threw you over his leg, your back breaking.
'Till my back breaks, Wolvie!' you yelled out, quickly rolling yourself back up and shaking it off. 'Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm a big fan. How about we strip off our suits, take a tumble in the sand, get to know one another you know. Personally, I'm more of a cowgirl fan but I'm willing to do whatever you want baby.'
'You're unbelievable,' he grumbled. It was still sexy. He turned his back to you.
'Oh, I see, is that what you did when your world went to shit!'
He paused, his head slowly turning to you. 'Say again, bub?'
'Oh, I am so horny right now.'
The two of you engaged in a fight, and not the sexy stradling fight that would happen later, but the guns firing, swords slashing kind of fight. that was only interrupted by a familiar voice.
The only other voice that could have you dropping your panties as quick as Wolverine. He was hooded, hidden, but you knew him from your sex dreams.
'Dear god almighty, it's him.'
'Who?' growled Logan.
'Don't be jealous baby, I have two holes for a reason. Don't worry gorgeous, you're gonna encounter some delicate language, a smidge of ass play but we've been prohibited from using cocaine, at least on page.'
He raised a hand. 'They're coming.'
'Who's they?'
The three of you watch cars and trucks drive through the waste, keeping you trapped. There were familiar faces, Pyro, Toad. And Sabertooth.
The mysterious figure jumped down and mastered the superhero landing that had you clapping your hands and jumping up and down.
'Oh my god! Oh my god!' you held onto Logan's shoulder as you jumped while he just glared at you.
'I've got this,' the man takes down his hood, showing the beautiful, hot, strong, handsome, hubba-hubba worthy, Chris Evans.
'Oh yes, you do sexiest man alive, 2022!' you cheer.
'Stay close,' Chris- or Steve- called back to you.
You stalk over to him. 'Aye aye, Captain.' you wrap your arms around his stomach, fingers trailing over his abs. He removes you and you groan, sulking. You walk back to Wolverine and jump onto the side of his hip.
Instinctively he holds your ass which makes you giddy before he realises his mistake and drops you.
'You're not gonna love what happens next,' shouted the captain.
Your jaw dropped from behind the mask. 'Holy shit, omg! No way, he's gonna say it! He's gonna say it!' you flick one of your swords that was still poking out of Wolverine's chest. 'Avengers-'
'Flame on!' Steve- no, Johnny- yelled and took to the skies in a ball of fire.
It was sort of stupid in hind sight as Pyro lifted a hand and extinguished him, causing him to fall from the skies and go crotch first into a billboard.
'No!' you screamed, rushing to him and rolling onto his back to get a look at him. 'No, no baby, stay with me. Let me take a look!' you tried to pull down his pants but Logan literally pulled you off him.
You were tied up with Wolverine on the front side of you and Johnny on the back. When you woke, you giggled. 'Woah, just like my dreams.'
Johnny woke to, lifting his head from your shoulder. 'How long was I out?'
You smirk under the mask, looking back to him. 'Not all of you was asleep, say Cap, is that a Glock in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
'Is that Chuck? Hey Chuck, over here! Hope it's you young, god, we got James Macovy in this?' you yelled as a wheelchair rolled out as you entered the thing that was apparently large Paul Rudd.
'Cassandra Nova. Charles's twin,' the villain introduced herself.
'Holy shit,' said Logan.
'How was anal birth?' you asked.
Cassandra smirked. 'You two are cute. I have a good feeling about this.'
'Right!' you cheered. 'Just wait till this ends, the smut is off the charts!'
She took the chain from around the two of you but you wrapped yourself around Logan's arm, he only grunted at you. He only pushed you off when you started to go off and off about what Johnny said about Cassandra. 'People think i'm a shit talker but this guy-' you chef's kiss. 'Next level!'
Cassandra, with a flick of her hand, shed the skin from him as he fell in a heap of bones and blood and skin,
You cried out, holding onto Logan for dear life. 'My favourite Chris!'
'You silly little bitch, you just got him fucking killed!' yelled Logan.
'Fine, spank me then! P.S. Do you know what he was doing to the budget!'
You were brought to Ultimatum with Cassadra, Oliath or the other British villain, but all you wanted was to save your world, bang Wolvy and go home.
'I didn't want it to come to this, either you help us or my boyfriend here is gonna perform the whole of Greatest Showman as a one-man show,' you warn.
'I'm not her boyfriend,' Logan grumbled.
Cassandra went on a trauma dump that had you groaning. 'Couldn't you just turn into accomplishment like the rest of us?'
But I'm not like the rest of you, except maybe the Wolverine, now we could be truly terrifying together.'
'Sorry lady, he's taken!'
'Not for long,' Cassandra smirked and as Logan attacked, she sent him in the ground and away from you. You only whined at his disappearance, a whine that turned into a groan when Cassandra's fingers entered you in the worst way possible. Through your head.
'What can I see here?' she asked. Cassandra gasped. 'Oh, you are a whore.'
Oh yes, she saw the million filthy things you wanted to do to Logan.
The two of you made it out and to the diner where Logan was intent on finding food and taking rubbing alcohol shots. When he sat across from you, chucking a tin of spam at you, you pulled of your mask.
Logan stilled, looking at you with finally something a little different than anger.
'What?' you asked.
'I thought you'd be ugly under there.'
'No- no, that's the Deadpool. I'm better, and a self-insert.'
The two of you took to walking through the rather nicer side of the waste. You had his hand in yours, swinging it happily like you were a couple before he threatened to chop your hand off.
'You said Logan was a hero, what happened?' he asked.
'You died. Technically you were chest fucked by a tree, but really you just ran out of batteries trying to save this girl- a kid really. Always wanted a man who's good with kids. The shit heels who grew her in a lab called her x-23, but she was just a kid. A smaller, cute and mean version of you. Yep, you saved her, very hero, very demure.'
The two of you were interrupted when a bark sounded over the hill and the BEST DOG EVER ran out to you, ears flapping in the wind, tongue out as it always was. The little boots. The collar. It was Dogpool.
You threw off your mask and picked her up, cuddling her close. 'She's coming with us.'
'No she's not!' he argued.
'Yes, she is!'
'No!'
You pulled out your puppy dog eyes and lifted the dog to your face and slowly the resolve in his face slipped.
'Sorry!' another man ran out, chasing after the dog.
'Fucking shit bag!' you cursed.
It was another dead pool, a good-looking one with long hair.
'What's Ryan Reynolds actually doing here, I thought I replaced him?' you said.
'In here everyone calls me Nicepool.'
'Can we have your dog?' you asked immediately.
He laughed. 'over my dead body!'
You nod, thinking about it but Logan holds out his arm before you can even move.
Whatever Nicepool was saying was you didn't care as you cooed and hugged the dog closer and Logan watched.
Fuck, he was paying attention to you.
'Why are you so nice?' you asked eventually.
'It costs nothing to be kind,' he said.
'Shutting the fuck up is also free,' said Logan.
You bite your lip in his direction. 'God I am so attracted to you right now. This is Logan, he's usually shirtless but he's let himself go since the divorce.'
Finally, the Nicepool took you to his ride to get you and Logan and the dog to the borderlands.
It was a honda fucking odyssey.
Logan wasn't willing to listen to your complaints. 'Get in the fucking car.'
'Make me, Daddy,' you said.
He took one step closer to you and you backed away with the dog. 'No, we're running away!'
Logan forced her from your arms and handed him back to the Nicepool.
'The corn was to dense girl!' you called after her, pouting.
Logan shoves you into the passenger seat while he takes the wheel.
You pull of your mask, hair falling around you like you were in an advert. 'So, what shall we do to pass the time...'
Honda Odyssey coming soon, that my friends, is called edging.
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NOT JUST A FANGIRL

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
scenario: your roommates finding out the hero in your posters, the one you seemingly clearly idolized so much was actually your man.

life in college was pretty tame aside from the occasional meltdowns on assignments, late nights studies for tests, pressuring presentations, and more than strict professors. plus the existential dread in addition to whatever else it may be but really it all came down to just getting it done and coasting through the days just like everybody else.
though in your opinion everything would have been ten times harder without your surfeit amount of dynamight posters on the wall, hanging mini explosion keychains on your bag, and chibi magnets of your boyfriend wearing a rather evil grin stuck on the fridge.
you were glad your roomies didnât mind your obsession being splattered all over the place but you just couldnât help it. anytime you came across any kind of merch of his whether it be official or not anywhere online or in physical stores you just had to get your hands on them no matter what. one of your favorites was even a derpy looking grenade one that definitely did not come out right from the factory, yet you kept it because he was so cute. so so cute.
so, yeah to them it only looked like you were a fan, a massive one at that of the great explosion god murder dynamight and well itâs true so you didnât bother correcting them. though you shouldâve added that he was also your boyfriend.
just to yâknow save them from the hospitalizating whiplash of seeing the six foot, top five hero, villain fearing, three time champion in a row bachelor of the year and probably even more to be listed, sitting at their sofa that definitely was too small for the hulking heroâs figure.
âwho are you?â he gruffly asked barely glancing at the two as his arms layed lax behind the soft cushioned seats, feet kicked back as if he owned the place.
âwe live here??â one of them hesitantly answered, both feeling kinda interrogated as if they were the oneâs stepping out of line.
before anyone could get another word you graciously popped up from the unlocked door.
âoh you guys are here?â you asked in surprise since they donât usually end at this time.
but neither had answered you, too busy staring at something or rather someone. a blonde ruby eyed man namedâ
âkats!â you called out excitedly after seeing him rise up from his seat, still in his hero uniform.
âTHATâS KATS??!!â the stilled girl asked in shock as your other roomie physically left the earth as their ghost spiritually ascends to the heavens.
because damn all this time the âsweetâ guy youâve been yapping about was the infamous dynamight. the pro hero known for having an explosive attitude towards the paparazzi and actually quite literally everyone. they never realized that the guy you were always in a call with at some point in the day without fail was him of all people.
âheâs youâre boyfriend?!!!!â she queries in absolute confusion as you greeted bakugou who returns with his own bear hug.
âyeah!â
âyou said he was cute!????â
âmhm!! isnât he adorable?â you nodded with a smile.
she turned to check what you might be seeing, only to find him already staring at her in agitation like they were interrupting something precious and they should therefore cease to exist. in contrast to your beaming grin of unawareness.
âw-well we actually have to go somewhere.â she mumbled trying to reason a way out.
âwhatâ but you just got here right? câmon itâs perfect! you two can finally meet him.â
âno! no, itâsâ theâŠuhhh our teacher just sent a message and sheâs actually here today so we gotta head back!â she hurried nervously, viciously shaking her head and then spilling a bunch of other half baked excuses before dragging your other friend with her out as well since she was still passed out on the floor, quickly shutting the door with a slam.
âwow, she wasnât even holding her phone. maybe she has two quirks right?â you joked as he leaned into your neck in agreement, letting out a satisfied hum from getting what he wanted.
however you thought he mightâve felt insulted so you reassured him patting his hair gently as the soft spikes puffed out from his gear.
âthey really wanted to meet you though, promise.â
âsâ fine. only wanted you anyway.â he voiced, pushing his face deeper in your neck as you shyly leaned away slightly.
âthatâs a bitâŠâ
âdonât act all shy, Iâve been inside of you.â
âokayââ

©windyremedy
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Truth and Rumors
You didn't exactly plan on being your space station's liaison to the Affini Compact, but everyone in leadership had fled into the darkness of space hours before the plant's first ships jumped into position. Clearly someone had tipped the C-Suite off somehow; honestly, you couldn't blame them. Everything you had heard about the Compact wasâŠrather terrifying, really. Behemoth plants with rows upon rows of teeth, infectious parasites ready to take over your mind, eternal servitude and endless labor with no payâŠyou shuddered at the rumors, at the stories. Perhaps worse was the actual propaganda produced by the plants; not that you or anyone else on the station was legally allowed to watch it, but even the few still frames that were shown to you had painted a grisly picture. The limp figure of some Terran Navy hero, cuddled and coddled by the hulking beast of a plant behind her. Apparently they had changed the soldier's gender, or something? The report accompanying the image was rather unclear for that particular detail. And now, here you were: sitting nervously in the largest conference room on the station, the lone Terran at a desk made for over thirty to sit at comfortably. When the Compact had hailed your station, you were one of the few working the comms station, and everyone else had either fainted, screamed, or panicked. Not that you were much better, but it was apparently enough that you were voluntold to answer it. The voice of the caller wasâŠstrange. Different, somehow. Calming, and yet thrilling. She introduced herself as Lady Violetta Larella, Fourteenth Bloom, she/her. Blushing, you apologized for not referring to her by her title earlier. In your defense, you hadn't realized she was nobility. She seemed to enjoy that, for some reason. You had only been sitting at the table for a few minutes when there was a sharp knock at the door. The Lady entered as gracefully as one possibly could when entering a door made for someone at least five feet shorter, her long dress trailing behind her as she clasped her hands and smiled. "Hello, darling. It's so lovely to see you in the flesh, so to speak! And just look at you! Why, that video feed certainly dulled your charms~" Her voice was dripping with genuine affection as she stepped over to you, taking a knee and reaching an elegant hand out to tussle your hair. You couldn't help but shudder as she did so; your nerves dancing in abject joy as she gently pet your head. Your eyes slowly closed in utter delight as you sagged back into your chair, your tensed muscles relaxing one by one by one... "Oh, but I apologize! Playtime can come later, dear. Let's get down to business, shall we?" You blinked in confusion as you realized She had stopped petting you, and couldn't stop yourself from letting out the smallest of whimpers as She began to withdraw Her hand. Every single one of Her eyes, each of which ranked among some of the most verdant jewels you had ever seen, quickly seemed to shift and dance to a brilliant violet. Her hand returned, sending your worries scuttling for the door as She did so. "WellâŠperhaps we can take a few minutes, first. Just to make sure you have been thoroughly examined, of course; it would be my duty as OwnâŠas Overseer of this operation to guarantee your mental and physical wellbeing~" You smiled dreamily as you were picked up and held by Lady Violetta, happy that everything you had heard about the Affini was so clearly wrong. She grinned at you, a wide smile that showed all Her many, many pretty teeth, and held up a single, succulent berry, the sight of which made your mouth water. "Now thenâŠlet's play a fun little game. When I stroke downward on your cheek, I want you to open your mouthâŠ"
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Warnings: fluff, a bit of smut (mention of tits:3)
I recommend reading part 1 firstly<3
Loser!Metalhead!König who is completely and utterly smitten by you. You, a pretty little thing, big doe eyes looking up at him adoringly, glossed lips kissing him so softly - you make his very bones melt. König is known for his sharp tongue and stoic demeanour, but with his girl he turns into a little teddy bear, all soft and putty and pliant in your hands.
Needless to say that this is Loser!Metalhead!Königâs first ever relationship (and he hopes last one - ainât no way heâs letting you go), so heâs a bit clueless. Not a bit. Okay heâs completely oblivious. I mean, König for sure knows some very basic concepts of relationships, some of them he feels intuitively, some he saw displayed in movies, but in general? You have to give him crystal clear instructions and explanations because this dude doesnât get damn hints. Yes, it is okay that he holds your hand in public, thatâs what youâve been waiting for months actually. No he canât punch a guy for smiling at you after you met eyes for a second.
Loser!Metalhead!König who is a member and co-founder of a small heavy metal band with two of his other loser friends, where he is a drummer. They 100% put way too much meaning into bandâs name, lyrics and overall aesthetic meanwhile all of their music is about gore and being a hater. It still slaps tho.
They start low - as all music bands do - performing in local rock clubs, soon finding their small, yet loyal audience which grows bigger with time and new records. And even though youâre not actually participating in process of making music - you sure are a member. Those losers surely donât know how to give interviews - here comes in old little you, answering questions and explaining meaning and inspirations behind songs, process of their creation. Obviously you are the one leading their socials too - before you stepped in their insta page looked more like a mock account filled with ugly ass photos and near to no information about band nor members, accountâs description saying âAustria - we make musicâ
Youâre also the one doing their stage makeup, drawing creepy patterns in black and white face paints, making them look actually cool. These losers canât even do their own significant makeup by themselves - just smearing black paint all over their faces and proudly calling it a stage look smh
Loser!Metalhead!König who definitely practices his singing while showering. He claims itâs good for keeping his voice cords active, ânot letting them get rustyâ, but just imagine this - youâre getting ready for bed, doing skincare, making your shared bed and fluffing up the pillows, scrolling in your phone - all while devilâs screeching and howling comes from the bathroom, all because that hulk of a man practices screaming techniques.
The more their band gets popular - the more fans start to rave about dynamic of your relationship. Big, burly, 6â10 brute who has to tilt his head down and draw his shoulders together in order to get through a doorframe dating a bubbly princess of a girl like you. Two polar opposites who work out so good together, Mick Thompson and Stacy Riley vibes frfr (god when will it be me)
Loser!Metalhead!König who definitely mansplains all his favourite bandsâ lore to you, giving information about every member, how they became popular, what are their most known songs are (and what they got cancelled for but we donât talk about it okay?)
Loser!Metalhead!König who is still a fucking loser tho. He blushes and stutters every time he sees your tits, his palms getting sweaty, lips ajar as his widened eyes are glued to your exposed chest, Adamâs apple bobbing on his neck. Has he seen them dozens of times before? Yes. Will he ever not be impressed by your tits upon seeing them? Hell no.
A/n: not me dropping this off after a year of not writing and then disappearing again:3
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Detour / Arthur Morgan x Female Reader
Summary: You drag Arthur away from the Mayor's party for some fun of your own. Tags: 18+, MDNI! Oral, male receiving, reader gets a bit of a facial, they get caught!!!!! By who? Shoot, I ain't tellin' you, read it and find out ;) Word count: 2,214. Authorâs Note: This was a request and the prompt was simply and so validly "Arthur deserves to have it sucked like a Capri Sun". Ask and you shall receive, my dear! Xo I'm dedicating this fun little piece to the gorgeous @pinescent-and-gingerbread and @dilf-luvr-4evr because I chat to them so much about my fics and I'm so grateful for the both of them <3 Ao3 Link. All photos above are sourced from Pinterest/Google. The dress photo is not representative of reader but only of her attire, my fics are for everyone xo
âHow do you know whatâs back here, anyway?â Arthur asks as you elbow an already ajar door open and drag him inside of an unfamiliar room by the hand, your heels clacking against the wooden floor. You lean around him and he looks down at you as you close the door with a soft click before answering, peering up at him,
âI donât.â The strange room, along with the even stranger party, slips straight from Arthurâs mind at the warmth of your breath against his face, though it loops back around when he re-registers the extravagance of your attire. The two of you had awkwardly waddled through the brilliant monster of marble and wood that was the Mayorâs mansion, donning fabrics which in spite of their beauty, irritate you mutually to no end. However, despite your impressively suppressed discomfort, you had still snatched up every opportunity to subtly aim the glad eye at Arthur over other guestâs shoulders and the rim of your flute glass. The fit of his tuxedo had been coiling a burning yen within your gut since the first moment he had stepped out of his room wearing it. It squared out his shoulders, perfectly hugged his rear, and emphasised the devilish slopes of his waist.
âThen- then whatâre we doinâ inâ?â Arthurâs eyes widen as he watches you drop to your knees, the puff of your navy dress and petticoat raising around your waist in a ring of satin. He takes a step back and winces when his back bumps into a cabinet, the presumably porcelain dishes within clattering very faintly, though he panics nonetheless. âWhatâre you doinâ? Get up.â His lips part as he watches you crawl closer on your knees, pulling your gloves off one by one, your gaze laddering up the hulk of his frame.
âDutchâs orders can wait,â you answer quietly, and Arthur feels the skin of his thighs begin to flicker as he watches you tuck your silky gloves between your breasts which are ever so accentuated by your bustier, âwhat canât is how Iâm feelinâ right now.â You bring your palms to his shins and push them up to his thighs, giving a little squeeze.
Arthur gives a loud swallow, followed by a low and dumb hum, âAnd what exactly are you feelinâ?â He causes another small clatter from the cabinet as he grabs the edge and side of it behind him when your fingertips reach the dark fabric over his groin.
âTake a wild guess, Mister Morgan.â
That draws a shaky breath from the depths of Arthurâs chest and your focus flits from his bewildered face down to the soft, large raising of fabric beneath your fingers. âSeems youâre feelinâ it, too.â You hum, wetting your lips, and you hear the squeak of wood beneath Arthurâs sweaty hands as he clutches the cabinet further. He gasps,
âSâhard not to when youâre doinâ all that, my girl.â
With a soft sigh, you look back up at him, your gaze as heady as the aromatic blend of cigars and champagne clinging to your clothes. The preciousness of it all, of the glimmering sapphires adorning your decolletage, of his pristine and bright white waistcoat and bowtie; it pales in comparison to the ruby flush blooming through Arthurâs sunkissed skin. Leaning forward, you part your lips, each of them bracketing the sides of his hardening cock through his clothes. âShitâ Shitââ Arthur hisses, and then his breath catches in his throat. He coughs, muffling it with a clenched jaw before gritting out something of more coherence, âYou really wanna do that here?â When he looks down, your eyes are still trained on his as you languidly mouth at his cock through his trousers. He inhales desperately and you moan softly when his cock gives a hard twitch. Bringing your hands up, you unfasten his trousers deftly, your voice leaving you hushed,
âPutâch your mind on me a minute, Arthur.â
âNot sure I canâ can think of much else,â he rasps in return, his upper lip curling, baring his teeth. Tugging a couple of times, you wrench his trousers and drawers down enough to bare his cock, it arcing upward. You moan out a laugh when it slaps you under the jaw, wiping a streak of pre-cum up your chin and stuttering over your lips. Arthur canât quell the half-pained groan that escapes him,
âChristâ that⊠Thatââ
âYeah?â You murmur, your gaze attentive as you glance up at him. Taking a gentle hold of his cock, you slowly drag the head down over your lips and chin, letting it bump against the landscape of your face. Arthur sighs harshly, nodding jaggedly, his hands flexing. You smile, pressing your lips to the side of his throbbing shaft, receiving one of his hands pawing at your shoulder in return.
The dichotomous cocktail of his sweat, so acrid, and the sharp spice of his cologne muddle your senses; it takes your best efforts not to escalate this adventure to something of increased risk. You purr lowly, letting your lips and teeth tack against the rosy, hot skin of Arthurâs cock, âSince I seen you put that suit on, I ainât thought âbout much besides gettinâ it offâa you.â You mouth up and down the side of his shaft and Arthur rewards you with a squeaking moan, his hand grasping the pretty fabric swathed over the shape of your delicate shoulders. His knees bend slightly and he rests the base of his spine against the cabinetâs edge, huffing. You can feel the muscles in his hips urging him to buck as you snake one hand around to palm at his firm rear. Arthurâs head lolls forward, strands of his chestnut hair falling from behind his ear.
âOh, darlinâ, that mouthâa yours.â He almost slurs the words, his energy instead being forced through the shivering of his limbs and the steady shortening of his breaths. You lap your way up to the ruddy head of his cock, it twitching with each lick, before you pause and look up at him. Arthurâs jaw clamps shut, and you hear his breath halt. His brow pinches upwards, his hand moving from the cabinet to your hair, being careful not to ruin your updo. Tenderness flashes through the lustful tension in his gaze before you slide his cock into your mouth, flattening your tongue against the underside. Arthurâs breath bursts from him in a tremorous moan as he melts into a wanton stupor, his hand on your shoulder scrambling upwards to pull his tie loose and unfasten the top button of his dress shirt. His hips give a slow lunge forward, pushing his cock further into the soaking heat of your mouth, uncaring of the occasional nick of your teeth. You whimper, and his hand falls from your hair to your jaw, his thumb rubbing at your cheek.
Pulling back a little, you leave behind a coating of drool over the pinkish skin of Arthurâs cock, and he huffs out such a harsh breath at the air hitting him that he almost wheezes. When you fill your mouth with him once more, he hunches forward above you, utterly consumed by the sensation. You whine when he takes a firmer hold of your jaw and returns his other hand to your shoulder, massaging at your skin with his palms. He whispers as he starts to rock his hips, languidly fucking your mouth, âAinât nothinâ prettier than this. My gorgeous girlââ Arthur gasps when you suck, the smooth, softness of your inner cheeks enveloping his cock which pulses in your mouth, âOhâ! Ohââ He whimpers with a shudder, his shoes scuffing against the floor as he fidgets. His knees buckle a little, and you quickly grab the backs of his thighs, a moan vibrating in your throat that sounds something like his name. Arthurâs thrusts come a little faster, his whole being responding to you in every way that it can; sweat sheening his flushed face, his fingers spasming against your skin, his eyes falling shut with the weight of his pleasure. The shudder that runs through him for the umpteenth time rolls its way through your own body as you match his rhythm, arousal streaming straight through to your long-since soaked drawers. He feels you shift on your knees, and feels your back arch through his grip on your shoulder. When you wrap a hand around the base of his shaft, kneading and pulling, he grunts loudly, âThatâsâ so good, darlinââ
Arthurâs hand on your shoulder yanks the puffed sleeve of your dress down until your breast is bare and brings his thumb to it, moving over your nipple in quick strokes and continuing once itâs solid. Your skin prickles rapidly and you mewl around his girth, swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth and under your tongue, tasting the soap and salt of his skin. He groans, continuing his ministrations, drawing more and more slick forth to stick your thighs together. Your breath puffs through your nose and Arthur curls forward even more, his thrusts growing shallower and brisk, his balls starting to tighten. âThatâs it, jusâ like that, please, yesââ Arthurâs voice breaks as he tries to speak, the breathy and wet sounds from you both overwhelming the quiet room. As you squeeze and stroke his shaft, you moan breathlessly around him. His hands come to cradle your head clumsily, his lashes fluttering, his mouth hanging open. Arthurâs cock surges further into your mouth, the head brushing across the roof of your mouth and making the both of you cry out.
He pulls back one last time, and as he does, you feel a breeze flurry through the room as the door opens. You slip his cock from your mouth in a mess of saliva and lipstick, but continue the quick strokes of your hand, and his head thuds back against the cabinet. With a whine, he paws at your head needily, pulling you close again as he fastly drops over the edge. Arthur spills hotly over your chest, mouth and chin; spoiling your so far unprovable antics. His cock rubs up against your lips and the arousal avidly thrumming through your body unashamedly manifests itself in a deep moan and your head falling back. Arthur keeps hold of your head, letting it heavy in his palms as his hips stutter out the last of his spend. The both of you pant, and Arthur moves to cradle your head against his groin, petting your hair gently. His eyes follow your own as they drift widely upward towards the door just in time to see Dutch finish taking a lazy drag of his cigar.
âSo, thatâs where you twoâve been,â Dutch snarks, his expression teetering between amusement and irritation, smoke seeping from his bared teeth, âSatisfying your appetites instead of doing what I asked of you.â
Arthur swallows thickly before rasping, âDutchââ He pushes himself up a bit, and you sit back on your knees, still shaky, pulling your now wet gloves from between your breasts. Dutch raises an eyebrow at you and your glistening skin before cutting him off,
âOh, no need to worry, Arthur. While you were tarnishing this here beautiful woman with yourâŠâ He gestures to the befoulment of your gown, and then to Arthurâs soaked, softened cock that rests weakly over his open trousers, âinstrument, I sent Bill off to finish your job.â Arthur sluggishly stands straighter, still using the cabinet as a back support, and tucks away his cock, buttoning up his trousers as he quietly snaps,
âShut the damn door.â
Dutch momentarily ignores him, watching on with a shake of his head as Arthur pulls his handkerchief from his tailcoat pocket and crouches down to gently wipe at your sodden face and chest. You softly thank him and he brings one hand to hold your waist as he works, âSâokay, my girl.â You can see him holding back the usual cooing that leaves him in streams after you have been close, instead opting for a sweet smile.
âClean yourselves up,â Dutch sighs with a roll of his eyes, starting to close the door, âanimals, the pair of you. Weâre leaving promptly, I expect you to follow and not decide to copulate your way through the corridors.â
With that, Dutch leaves, and Arthur sighs shakily, thumbing at your now dry but swollen lips. âWhile I may not decide to âcopulate through the corridorsâ, Iâm sure as hell gonna be thinkinâ about it.â He pulls you in, kissing your forehead, letting it linger before kissing his way down to your mouth, tasting tangy remnants of his spend. You eagerly let your mouth fall open, curling your tongue around his, and you both hum gently. Your words leave you murmuring and garbled,
âWell, I ainât against it.â You grin and Arthur chuckles against your lips, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your face pinks with fondness.
âIâm sure you ainât, but these people are. Now, câmon, sweetheart.â He links your arm with his, helping you up, your legs wobbling. Arthur assists you in brushing and smoothing your dress down, and then adjusts your hairpin for you with a smitten grin of his own before guiding you out of the room.
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Cw: Nsfw (poly 141 x afab!reader, female pronouns)
Calling this anon, HBD and I hope you enjoy this.

âWoke you up, sweetheart?â
Your eyes flutter open when you feel a hand caressing your face briefly, the sunlight seep through the seam of the curtain, basking the bedroom in a scrim of orange as your mind process whoâs beside you when you meet a pair of tender brown eyes.
âKyleâŠâ Stretching out your limbs then roll out from underneath the duvet, you rest your head on his lap before answering him âNot really, was about to get up after all.â
A click from the door turns both of your attentions towards the direction, the doorâs not even open fully, but Johnnyâs voice pops up from behind already.
âWho got the lassie out of her beauty sleep already?â He closes the door behind, and the mattress dips when he joins you and Kyle on the bed. âYe know you can nap a bit more, eh? A perk of being a birthday girl.â
âBefore Simon and John come back from picking up the cake?â You snicker when Johnnyâs eyes widens a bit at your words, but a scoff of laughter quickly replaces the surprise, follow with Kyleâs chuckles ringing from the top of you.
âAlready said that sheâll find out one day, Soap.â He reaches his arms out again, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
âNot that hard to figure it out when you both started convincing me to have a nap every year around afternoon?â
âaye,â another pair of hands tracing circles on your calf, and you shift your gaze to meet Johnnyâs again. âForgot about we got a smart one for us.â
A shudder leaves you when Kyle gently maneuvers you to sit up, your head rest against his chest while Johnny scoots closer to you on the bed, and you huff out a laughter, feeling Kyleâs warmth seeping through his shirt with Johnnyâs breath fanning on the nape of your neck. âSo this is why theyâre the one getting the birthday cake, and you two are the one staying home with me?â
âWeâre more entertaining than those old men.â Kyle eyes meets Johnnyâs for a brief moment, as if seeking his approval. Yet nothing speaks louder than Johnnyâs hand traveling upwards, stopping at your inner thighs and palming the supple flesh in a sensual manner.
Your hazy mindâs clouded with pleasure, Johnnyâs face burying between your legs, lapping like a starving dog through your wet folds, make sure every spots are taken care of and changes between sucking the swollen nub and teasing your entrance with little swirl of the tip of his tongue. He groans obscenely whenever you squeeze your thighs around his head, chasing each drop of your essence with the same passion of a bloodhound, no way heâs going to waste any drop of those precious juices. Leaning back on Kyleâs body, his hands slipping past the hem of your shirt, his lips pressing against yours hungrily, drinking all your moans elicited by his fingers flicking and pinching your hardened nipples down with his tongue leading you in a deep kiss. Itâs until your back arch upwards, thighs trembling and riding through your orgasm with Johnnyâs lips giving little sucklings to your twitching clit, resting your cheeks on Kyleâs shoulder and recovering from the release, that you finally notice the two hulking forms lurking at the open bedroom door.
âTold you muppets to keep her entertained, not wearing her out before she has her birthday cake.â John chides them with his gruff voice, but the amusement in his tone is obvious, not to say the smirk on his lips when you look at him with glazed eyes.
â 'm just having my cake firstâ Giving a peck to your pussy lips, Johnny unabashedly smirks back to the captain.
âYouâre not even the one whose birthdayâs today, Johnny.â Simon sets down the cake on the nightstand, rolling his eyes before looking down at you, gaze soften a bit at the view of your blissed out face. âBut the princess looks happy enough, guess Gaz and you had take good care of her, huh?â
âCan always count on us, Ghost.â You hum softly as agreement to Kyle words, which gets a snort from Simon, but he sure does approve his statement.
You eyes land on the cake, exquisite decorations with just your favorite flavor, they always spoil you even more when itâs your birthday, from refusing you to do any chores and ushering you to lounging around in the house, to gifts and cake that always make you confuse how these hotheads know that youâve been storing those products in your basket for months but always close the app after staring at the âbuyâ button and hesitating whether you should buy them or not.
âThank you.â Your eyes shift from the cake and the presents, to meet each of theirs. Each of them distinct, convey their love to you in their own unique fashion, yet share the same affection and devotion to you.
âDoes the birthday girl want her cake firstâŠâ John scoops a bit of the whipped cream from the cake, letting you have a taste of the creamy sweetness, then his chest rumbles with laughter when he spots the eagerness in your eyes, thumb slide past your lips and allow you to lick the cream clean from it. âOr she wants her âbirthday giftâ from us first?â
Youâre suddenly aware of how they surrounded you in a circle, John sitting in front of you between your spread thighs, his bulge restrained by his trousers nudging your puffy pussyâstill wet from Johnny eating you out and youâre sure itâs dripping juices and staining the bedsheets now, body heating with desires of all your men drowning you in their scentsâ and Kyleâs cock already poking at the fat of your ass, his arms circling around your waist as he waits for your response.
âDoubt sheâs able to enjoy the cake when she just wants us now.â Ghost tilts your head, tossing his gloves aside before sneaking a kiss from your lips, tasting the remnants of the whipped cream from devouring you in a prolonged kiss. You donât have to give his crotch a glance to know heâs probably rock-hard too from watching your little show earlier.
âCannae wait to get yer pretty cunny filled with our cum, eh?â and JohnnyâŠthe shameless bastardâs already stroking his dick through his sweat pants while teasing you.
âWellâŠCanât say youâre wrongâŠâ Giggling at them, you admit your wish without hesitation, before getting pulled into a kiss again, relaxing entirely under their touches and indulging in all four menâs pampering.
Because birthday girl deserves all the attention from her lovers, yeah?
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