#the way i can hear the accent is making me fEraL

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Chibs with a reader around the same age as Juice and they do it on Chibs’s bike at the club house thinking nobody is there but they get caught by a few of the members

Teach Me How to Ride.

Synopsis - Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - thank you SO much for this request, anon. it made me feral. that old man owns me and i'm not sorry about it. always open to SOA and chibs requests. <3

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"Any weekend plans, darlin'?"

You smile at the blonde man sat on the other side of the bar you're wiping down.

"Nothing too exciting. I think I'm gonna try and get out on my bike."

His brows raise in curiosity.

"You have a bike now?"

"Yeah. Chibs is teaching me how to ride."

"I bet he is."

You roll your eyes at the snickers that come from the other guys who are dotted around the room.

"Real mature, Jax."

"Is he charging you for these lessons, or are you paying him in other ways?"

You put down your cloth and look up.

"I'll jump over this bar and beat your ass right now, Tig. Don't think I won't."

They all laugh, and you can't help but chuckle along with them. You know they mean well. They'd do anything for you, in a heartbeat.

Eventually, the sun sets, and all of the guys make their way home. You've been restocking the bar, not minding staying a little later if it means you get the job done.

You're crouched down filling the fridge when you hear a familiar Scottish accent echo though the clubhouse.

"You still here, sweetheart?"

You stand up and smile at him, grinning wider when he reciprocates.

"Still here. Trying to get my shit done."

"That's my girl. Always working ten times harder than the rest of us."

You laugh, throwing him a beer.

"You're here late. How did the run go?"

"All good, nothing to worry about," he winks.

You think back to Jax's comment earlier, and decide you've had enough of avoiding the truth. You want answers. You also just kind of want to know what he'll say.

"Why does everyone think we're fucking?"

Chibs practically chokes on his drink, taken aback by your sudden brashness.

"What?"

"You heard me."

He takes a moment to process, before a slow smile etches itself onto his face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just something Jax said earlier."

"Ignore that bastard. He doesn't think before he speaks."

You chuckle in agreement, finishing up your jobs for the day.

"You wan' a ride home?"

You nod gratefully, making sure to lock up before walking over to where Chibs is leaning against his bike. He's parked by the door, under the shelter, obscured from the yard. He slips a helmet onto your head, before standing in front of you to do up the buckle. His rough fingertips slide under your chin, clasping the straps in place. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip gently, eyes never leaving your face.

"You're too good for me," he murmurs. "Pretty young thing like you."

"Everyone already thinks we're fucking anyway," you whisper, smirk on your face.

He chuckles lowly, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. He kisses you with need, unbuckling the helmet he just put on you and dropping it to the ground. He's grabbing at you - your hips, your ass, anywhere he can find. You've got your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly when he bites your lip.

The two of you waste no time. Chibs is shrugging his jacket off while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. You're fumbling with his belt, undoing his jeans with shaky hands. You're both high on adrenaline, desperate to feel the other person. He smashes his lips back to yours and you groan, reveling in the way he tastes like smoke and peppermint.

Chibs grabs your hips and walks you backwards, twirling you around so you're bent over his bike. You can't help but laugh, remembering what Jax had said.

"What?" he chuckles into your ear, hot and heavy against your back.

"Nothing," you giggle. "I'll tell you later. You gonna fuck me, old man, or just stand there?"

He growls under his breath and smacks your ass as punishment, smirking when you whine.

"You gonna ask me nicely, sweetheart?"

At this point, you're not above begging. Besides, you know it'll do wonders for his ego, and you don't entirely mind that.

"Please, Chibs," you whinge. "Waited so long for this."

"Oh, ya have?" he coos. "Better not keep you waitin' then."

In one smooth thrust he slides home, both of you groaning in unison. He plants a hand on the back of your neck, the other with a firm grip on your hip, providing him with leverage. He sets a steady, even pace, careful not to knock the bike over.

He tilts his hips upwards a little and you keen, seeing stars.

"Right there? Yeah? That's it, isn't it?"

You only nod in response, holding onto the motorcycle for dear life. You trust him, though. You know he won't let you fall.

"Fuck, darlin'. You feel so good."

"So close," you choke out.

"I know, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, that's it. Good girl."

The lilt of his accent combined with the glide of his hips is lethal, sending you over the edge in no time. You see stars, heart racing and mind blank.

Your undoing is also Chibs'. He groans as he finds his release, leaning over to rest his head between your shoulders. You're both panting, chests heaving as you recover.

After a moment, the bike groans, and you both jump up, laughing as you do it. You're redressing, Chibs stealing kisses from you, when you hear a voice cut through the darkness.

"Well, shit. I was only kidding earlier."

You can hear Jax's teasing drawl before he comes into view, cocky smirk drawn across his face.

You groan as Chibs rolls his eyes and throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Both of you know you're not going to hear the end of this for a long time.

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HIYA GORGEOUS!! I absolutely adore all that you write and here I am once again to request something (tbh I’ll always be here to request things 🤭). So I’d like to request…

y/n (aka me) is Elijah's best friend but she's never met Klaus, only heard about him. one day she surprises Eli for his birthday so she walks in the compound, not knowing that Klaus is there too. she and Elijah exchange hellos then talk for a bit and before they can leave (Elijah is subtly trying to rush her out), Klaus hears her voice and comes downstairs. I'll leave the details to you but she and Klaus instantly hit it off so much so that it makes Elijah jealous (he's always had a thing for y/n but never said anything be he's afraid of losing their friendship). again, leaving the details to you. can we make it a 2-parter? 1 is jealousy/angst w/ implied smut between y/n and Klaus & 2 is Elijah confessing to y/n his feelings which lead to their first time sex and possible future relationship.

Sorry love if this is too much, it's okay if you're not up for it though! Thanks for even indulging me! 🤍

Mine

THIS SCENE MAKES ME GO FERAL

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part One

A drunken hookup with Klaus complicates your friendship with Elijah, leading to an awkward morning after.

♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet Aurora!! This one was a blast to write. But implied smut with Klaus??? Nahhh. No half-measures here. This is for all my Klaus girlies. You can't fix him, but you sure can fuck him. ♡♡

5k words - Warnings: smutttt {with Klaus}, rough sex, mild choking, Klaus being the drama, Elijah hiding his feelings & Rebekah judging you.

{Part Two}

You came rushing through the gates of the compound, carrying so many shopping bags that you could barely see. Your arms felt on fire, but a little strain was worth it all when you remembered who you were doing this for.

Tonight was Elijah's big birthday bash, put together by you and Rebekah, and you wanted everything to be perfect. Elijah had become one of your closest friends, and this celebration was your chance to show him how much he meant to you.

"Eli, I have so much stuff for the party. Where should I put it all?" you ask once you got far enough into the house.

Elijah emerged from the grand living room and came into the foyer to help you. He had an odd look on his face, but you couldn't really pinpoint it exactly. He took the bags from your arms and carried them himself.

"Don't look in them! I want it to be a surprise!" You said, putting your hands over his eyes and guiding him towards the table.

Elijah chuckled, "Fine, Fine. Are you sure all of this is necessary?"

"Absolutely." you said, uncovering his eyes. "You only turn 1040 once," you joked, causing the pair of you to laugh.

It was over-the-top as shit, but a girl had to take any opportunity to give a Mikaelson a birthday they would remember, and then some.

Elijah's smile faltered a bit as he looked around the courtyard nervously. "Will you be returning home to get ready for tonight?" He asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

"I'm actually getting ready here with Bekah, why? Have a hot date you are hiding from me?" You teased, unaware of the way Elijah's body stilled at your words.

"Oh no darling, no date, just a brother he wants to hide," said an accented voice from the second level balcony.

Elijah let out a rough sigh as you turned to see Klaus stepping down the stairs towards you both.

You had heard of the legendary hybrid of course, but since you met Elijah you had yet to run into him. In fact, this was the first time you had seen Klaus in person and were unaware of the true look of him. Which made you almost go weak in the knees.

He was hot, like 'fuck me right now hot' and it took everything in you not to drool. It didn't surprise you, all the other Mikaelsons were extremely attractive, so it only stood to reason their infamous hybrid brother would be also.

You could tell by the look on his face he found you just as attractive, and with a devilish smirk, he seemed to say ‘I will fuck you right now if that's what you wish’

"Hello love, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he drawled before bringing your hand up and kissing it softly.

You wanted to hate him. Klaus had been notorious for so long for his tantrums and viciousness. But one look and just a touch from his lips and you knew you were doomed.

"T-Thanks," you said, pulling your hand back.

Klaus tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and ran a thumb across your cheek.

"Are you blushing for me? Can't say I blame you, love," he said cockily.

Elijah rolled his eyes at his younger brother's antics, but as Klaus lingered on your skin he felt a stir of possessiveness settle in his bones. He cleared his throat, shooting his brother a glare,

"I would love some help setting up the party for your brother," you asked Klaus, hoping to spend more time with him, his charm quite intriguing.

"It's alright, I can help you," Elijah insisted, not wanting Klaus to interact with you for a multitude of reasons.

"It's supposed to be a surprise for you Eli,” you pouted, which caused Elijah to soften at your cuteness.

"I've got it handled, Eli," Klaus teased, emphasizing the nickname you used for him.

Elijah looked between the two of you, clearly wanting to decline your request and keep you both apart. But alas, for some reason, he couldn't come up with a legitimate reason.

Klaus grabbed your bags and walked off, you began to follow, turning back to give Elijah a wide smile. "See you tonight, birthday boy," you exclaimed happily before hurrying off after the younger Mikaelson.

You spent all afternoon decorating with Klaus, who insisted you call him Nik. He was somewhat sweet but full of himself. Yet, you enjoyed his company, he had a good eye for décor and matched your vision effortlessly.

"Have I accomplished my mission?" he asked. He brought a champagne bottle up, pouring two glasses and giving you one.

You leaned against the pillar with him and clinked your drinks together. "I'd say so, yes. Thank you so much for helping me."

"It was no trouble at all," Klaus said, then smirked at you over his glass. "You are quite stunning, love."

You grinned at his comment, "you should see me after I get all dressed up for tonight," you flirted, even though it sounded more like a challenge to him.

Klaus downed his drink then placed it on the table. Without warning, he pinned you to the pillar and trapped you against him. "Oh I plan on doing more than looking tonight," he said as his hungry eyes traveled over your body.

"I see you two have finally met, how wonderful," Rebekah commented, disrupting the moment.

You laughed nervously, glad for the interruption, gently pushing Klaus off of you. As much as you wanted to jump Klaus then and there, something held you back. And you knew what, or rather, who was keeping you from acting on your desires...

"We were just having some champagne," you tell her, taking another drink.

"I see that, the decorations look amazing by the way," she complimented as she poured herself a glass as well. "Catering has arrived, they are setting everything up downstairs," she informed you, letting you know you should probably get ready.

"I'll go get dressed then. Thank you again, Nik." You smiled at him again, and he grinned in response.

"I think I'm owed a dance for my hard work," he told you as you walked away with Rebekah.

You looked over your shoulder at him and gave him a wink, excited for the party to begin.

Once you were upstairs and away from Klaus, Rebekah spoke quietly to you. "Be careful with him, he's not like Elijah," she warned you.

"No one is like Elijah," you chuckled a bit, ignoring the pang of sadness you felt at the realization you would probably never be with the older Mikaelson.

The two of you spent your time getting ready, sipping on champagne and discussing the numerous guests who would be arriving. You got a little too buzzed, but you were excited and also needed some courage to face an unknown quantity of vampires.

Rebekah always had impeccable taste, helping you pick out a skin tight dress that came a few inches above your knees and accentuated every curve on your body. Adding even more with the tall black heels you slipped on, showing off your legs.

"I'm afraid I might have gone too far," Rebekah chuckled as she applied your makeup, making you look smolderingly hot.

"You think?" You asked sarcastically.

"You look like vampire bait and I'm sure it's going to drive him mad," she snorted, taking another drink.

"Who?" You looked at yourself in the mirror and fixed a smudge of lipstick.

Rebekah gave you a knowing look, but stayed quiet and you just smiled back at her innocently.

When everything was ready and all the guests started arriving, you and Rebekah made a grand entrance into the main parlor. Elijah was talking with someone when his eyes caught you across the room, you wandered over to him and gave him a big hug.

"Happy birthday," you whispered in his ear, as his arms pulled you tighter to him.

"Thank you so much," he said, pulling back just enough to smile at you, his face growing even brighter when he really looked at you.

You noticed the way his eyes traced your figure, taking you all in. The way they darkened a bit with pure desire, making you instantly become hot all over. But it was probably just your imagination, brought on by all the champagne you've been drinking.

You almost made a move right then, but the person he was conversing with interrupted and you found yourself drawn away by Bekah and her friends. Leaving Elijah to watch you from afar as you conversed with them, laughing and drinking.

Hours later, you were still in the middle of the large group of people, even dancing to the music that was blaring through the place. You saw Elijah dancing with a beautiful woman and you wanted to be happy for him, but then the woman whispered in his ear and touched his chest, and your mood immediately soured.

You went to the bar to get a drink, deciding more alcohol might be what you needed to wash away all your confused feelings.

"Thirsty, love?" Asked a familiar voice in your ear as your body was pulled back to collide with a strong chest. You could smell the scent of Klaus's cologne and instantly felt turned on.

"Very," you said, downing your entire shot.

He spun you around to look into your eyes, both of his hands on your waist, drinking in your appearance.

"You didn't have to do all this for me," Klaus teased, his eyes on your chest as he licked his lips. "I'm a sure thing, darling, you know that,"

You couldn't help but laugh. He may have been a lot of things, but he was definitely entertaining. You shook your head, but smiled all the same.

"I only ever dress up for myself, Nik," you sassed back to him, looking up through your lashes.

A slow smirk came to Klaus's face as he leaned in and captured your lips in his. He hummed into the kiss and his grip tightened on you. He pulled away, your lipstick was still on his lips.

You giggled and wiped it off, as he ordered you another drink. Not that you really wanted one but damn, he was good at persuading people.

"I recall that you owe me a dance," he reminded you, taking a sip of his own beverage.

"Oh?" You said innocently, fiddling with the many necklaces he was wearing. "I don't remember agreeing to anything," you flirted.

"Well, perhaps a private dance then," he teased, giving you a mischievous smile.

"Maybe I'll surprise you later," you whispered, leaning in and sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and playfully biting it, loving the look of surprise and arousal on his face.

Then you turned and sauntered away, leaving him standing there at the bar to watch you. You were definitely going to end up in his bed tonight, but you wanted to make him squirm a little. Or rather, a lot.

You moved through the crowd to see Elijah and the woman dancing close, whispering things to each other. Well, actually, only she was talking. He seemed like he wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation she was having with him.

You gave him a wave and a smile, pointing at the woman and giving him an encouraging thumbs up. You don't know why you did it. Your chest did funny things seeing him with someone else though.

He returned your smile but didn't do much else before she spoke in his ear again and he allowed her to lead him out of the crowd.

You guessed Elijah was tired of his own party and went off to have some fun, and you were determined to have the same.

Klaus found you sitting on the couch, a cocktail and a plate of various snacks in front of you. You were thoroughly bored as you couldn't find him again.

He came from behind and crashed beside you, taking the glass out of your hand and finishing it, then set it aside.

"Hey! That was mine," you scolded playfully.

Klaus put his arm around you and kissed your neck. "How about you stop pretending you're enjoying yourself and come upstairs with me?" He suggested.

You laughed, and then he abruptly pulled you up and practically carried you through the door leading upstairs, pinning you to the wall at the top of the steps.

"Nik," you tried to say while laughing. "You can't just haul me off and have your way with me," you protested as his lips got closer to yours.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he taunted, bringing his lips to yours in a rough kiss.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, everything moving so fast. Klaus didn't even give you a chance to respond, lifting you so your legs wrapped around him.

He walked into a room and shut the door, setting you down on his desk. You realized that you were in his infamous art studio, looking around as Klaus hovered over you. You felt his lips on your neck, kissing every inch until you moaned.

Then he found the tiny zipper of your dress and slid it down, exposing your breasts. He smirked, reaching to tweak your nipple as he took you in. "Well then, love. Now I truly see why my brother has hidden you from me," he said huskily.

You giggled at his compliment but then you couldn't form words as he yanked the rest of your dress off you. You sat on the desk naked, save for your heels and nothing else.

"Dear lord, you are gorgeous," Klaus muttered, touching you everywhere.

You pulled him close by his shirt collar and locked lips. You bit his bottom lip harshly and he growled, his eyes flashing gold. The way his eyes changed on you was the hottest thing you've seen.

You pulled his shirt off him, tossing it to the floor before unbuckling his belt, wanting him as naked as you were. Once you had him bare, you raked your nails down his chest and he chuckled.

"You want to play rough, don’t you love?" He whispered as he nipped at your neck.

"Maybe," you teased, "what are you going to do about it?" You questioned, leaning back on the desk a little and spreading your legs for him, getting wet at the promise of a wild night.

Klaus's breath hitched when you touched yourself for him, his eyes completely transfixed on you. He was definitely intrigued by how confident you were.

"Well then," he growled before he roughly pinned your legs open, his hands squeezing your thighs harshly. He brought your body to the edge of the desk, kneeling in front of you as he ran a thumb over your dripping wet center.

He hummed at your scent as he pulled you forward a bit more to devour you, making you yelp in surprise, your hands tugging on his curls.

He was good, really good, and your toes curled at the pleasure you were receiving. It only got better when you saw his golden eyes as he gazed at you with a possessive glint, the vibrations from his own groans of enjoyment hitting you just right.

But before you could climax he pulled back and stood up, making you whimper and sit up on the desk, wanting him to continue.

Klaus chuckled at your impatience, pulling you into another searing kiss as you moaned. He broke it and gave you a smug smile, before wrapping his hand around your throat.

You were panting with need, your hand moving down to his cock and he hissed at your touch. He moved forward so he was resting between your thighs again as you stroked him slowly.

You both stayed this way for a moment, staring at each other. Until finally Klaus couldn't stand it any longer and roughly turned you around to face the desk. He pushed on your back until you were bent over on the wood, making you giggle with anticipation.

He smacked your ass hard, turning your giggle into a gasp as you looked back at him. He did it again and again until it was stinging. You wanted him so badly, it was unbearable.

You reached back for him and he lined up his cock to your entrance, sliding it up and down a few times until you were nearly shaking. He finally gave in and pushed into you, his hand tugging your hair until you arched into him, and he sank into the hilt.

He hissed at the sensation and you were about to tell him to move but he started fucking you without you needing to, hard and rough and perfect. He had you moaning with each thrust as you grabbed onto the desk, holding on tight as his body collided with yours, skin slapping as you got closer to climaxing.

It was hot and a little dirty, just what you had needed. Your moans only spurred him on as his hands explored your body while he took you from behind. The force of his thrusts causing items on his desk to clatter to the floor, but you both were far too gone to care.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back into him, making you stand so his other hand could roam your front. He moved up to massage your breast while pinching and tugging on your nipple until you moaned. He was clearly determined to make you come first and was going to enjoy doing it.

"Nik!" you whined his name when he pinched you a bit too harshly. You felt his lips on your neck, his fangs grazing the skin as he left hickeys.

You tilted your head for him and he smirked, licking your pulse point and gently nibbling. His thrusting becoming erratic as his hand slipped to your clit to rub fast circles until your legs started trembling and you let out a scream as your orgasm crashed into you.

He hummed in approval and thrust into you a few more times before you felt him filling you up with his cum, and you giggled from the sensation. He released you from his grasp and you leaned back down on the desk, turning around to face him.

You both were sweaty and exhausted but extremely satisfied. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, placing soft kisses all over your face as you giggled again, trying to move away from him.

He grabbed your dress and handed it to you before slipping on his pants, leaving his shirt off. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and then turned away, starting to pick up the fallen objects from his desk and placing them in their correct places.

You watched him in a daze, your body tingling as you pulled your dress back on.

"So, love, my room is right next door, if you care to continue our celebration?" He said with a smug smirk, giving you a wink.

You giggled again and nodded, knowing it was probably the alcohol giving you your confidence, but you were going to ride the wave (and him) until the end. 

Klaus woke to find you peacefully asleep in his bed. He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead as you stirred slightly.

It was quite a night.

He took his time to admire your body and then your beautiful face. The way your eyelashes brushed your cheekbones as you slept, and your lips were parted slightly.

He got out of bed and got dressed, heading downstairs to find some blood and coffee. Elijah was in the kitchen reading his morning paper and looking every bit as dignified as always.

Klaus poured himself some coffee and started drinking it. He glanced around and saw there was no one else there but his brother, and he was smirking before he even opened his mouth.

"How was your night, Elijah?" He asked teasingly.

Elijah took his time to respond. He folded his paper up, placing it beside him as he eyed his younger brother suspiciously, he always had an innate sense to when Klaus was up to something.

"Quite fine. Why do you ask?"

Klaus's smirk grew bigger. He didn't say anything else and went about making himself something to eat. He felt Elijah's eyes boring into him the whole time, knowing that he wanted an answer but Klaus wouldn't give it to him just yet. He just loved torturing his big brother, even after a thousand years it was still highly entertaining.

"Your friend is an excellent host," Klaus started off with, his back turned as he chopped some fruit to put into a smoothie. He could almost hear the wheels turning in Elijah's mind as he tried to figure out where Klaus was going with this. "You really should have introduced me to her sooner."

Elijah sighed heavily. Klaus glanced behind him, and he had an annoyed expression on his face. He wasn't getting anything from Elijah so he turned to face him, his smirk returning.

"I showed her how much I appreciated her hard work last night. Several times actually, in my studio, a few times in my bed and then in the shower," he added as his smirk got wider and his tone became suggestive. "I dare say I've never been ridden so spectacularly before in all my years,"

Elijah abruptly stood, opening his mouth to say something, but that's when Klaus turned on the blender. Looking at Elijah apologetically and holding a finger to his ear and shrugging his shoulders.

"What's the matter brother?" he shouted over the blender. "You look a bit upset. You know it's not very healthy to bottle up all of your feelings,"

He stopped the blender and poured himself a glass, then another for Elijah as he handed it to him. Elijah just glared at him and poured the smoothie down the drain, setting the glass in the sink.

"That's rather rude, Elijah," he scolded teasingly. "I made that just for you,"

"Have you no shame, Niklaus?" He asked harshly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Noooo, shame is for boring people," he taunted. "Why are you so upset? Aren't you happy for your friend? I can assure you that she enjoyed herself immensely,”

Elijah snapped. He couldn't take anymore. He walked over and grabbed Klaus by the shirt collar, and shoved him against the wall roughly, holding him in place.

"You know how I feel about her and yet you slept with her anyway," Elijah seethed.

Klaus raised his eyebrow. "If you want her, then you should of taken her yourself," he snapped, his eyes flashing gold in challenge. "It's your loss anyway," he added, shoving him back and adjusting his collar, then smoothing out his shirt.

Elijah was livid. He knew it was just Klaus's way of being obnoxious, but that didn't make it any easier to handle.

"I can't get the vision of her tits bouncing in my face out of my mind, Elijah," Klaus taunted him again. "Perhaps if you're lucky, you'll get to experience it for yourself," he said, brushing past his brother and walking away with a laugh.

You woke in Klaus' bed with a terrible hangover and an empty spot beside you. You sat up, your head spinning a bit as the memories of the night before came flooding back.

Oh God, you slept with Elijah's brother.

You covered your face in embarrassment. You got drunk, got laid and it was with the worst person you possibly could of picked.

Elijah was going to kill you. He's been protecting you from his brother and here you go, having sex with him in his bed. You could imagine how disappointed he was in you right now.

You quickly got dressed and made your way downstairs, needing some coffee and possibly a few pain pills to try and take the edge off your headache.

Klaus was walking away from the kitchen, a devious smirk on his face. When he saw you, his grin got even bigger, but he said nothing, just gave you a wink.

You turned red in embarrassment and dashed into the kitchen, finding Elijah sipping his morning coffee while reading his paper. He looked up when he saw you enter and then he folded the paper and placed it on the island.

"Morning," he started off in a professional tone. You hated how he sounded.

You grabbed a mug and poured the liquid into it. Elijah was silent as he waited for you to face him, and once you had taken a few sips, he was standing in front of you.

He pushed your hair off your neck and a flash of Klaus' mouth sucking and nibbling on you last night, appeared in your mind. You were definitely covered in marks and hickeys.

"I see you had fun," Elijah muttered, and you saw him look over your appearance, the slight smudged make-up, messy hair and rumpled dress from last night.

He wasn't usually one to judge someone else's life choices, but this was his brother and you. It seemed more personal.

You blushed and pushed your hair back over your shoulder, so his eyes would stop staring at your neck. You needed a cold shower or something, the entire night was still feeling extremely vivid.

"Look Elijah, I'm so sorry, he just caught me at the right moment and I got a little drunk and..." you trailed off, taking a drink of coffee to calm your nerves. You really didn't have any good excuse to give him.

"It's alright, you can be with whoever you choose," Elijah stated in a collected tone.

You frowned and saw him adjusting his cuff-links. A sure sign he was upset. He always did that when he was angry or hiding what he was truly feeling.

"It was just a one time thing," you added, but you felt like he wasn't listening to you anymore.

Elijah was acting strange. Sure he could be an enigma sometimes, but this was different. He looked determined but a little annoyed, and you weren't quite sure how to read the situation. You decided to steer the conversation away from Klaus and what had happened between you two.

"How was your night?" You finally thought to ask. "I saw you leave with a woman, you looked like you were having fun," you said it teasingly, hoping it would lighten up the mood.

But now it was his turn to blush.

"Fine, really. It was fine," he muttered, fixing the already perfect knot in his tie. Now that was definitely something. Elijah rarely ever got tongue tied. "We kissed and I walked her home," he added, his lips pressing together in a firm line.

"That's all? You didn't...well, you know?" You questioned hesitantly.

"One night stands aren't my forte," he replied, giving you a soft smile. "When I take a woman to bed, I make her mine," his words were possessive and he hadn't taken his eyes off you.

The two of you weren't the kind of friends who discussed your sex life with each other. So when he said this, your cheeks turned hot and your imagination went wild. The idea of him holding you down and having his wicked way with you was something you were definitely interested in.

You both were staring at each other, the tension growing by the second. Then you looked away, you couldn't possibly fuck another Mikaelson in the same twelve hour period. Besides, Elijah meant far more to you than Klaus ever could. Sex with him would probably lead you somewhere complicated, and you didn't want to ruin what you had right now.

The situation was way too weird.

"Do you want to hang out tomorrow?" You decided to ask, breaking the silence and steering the conversation away from sex. You just wanted to spend some time with him. "Maybe come up to my place? I don't work the next two days," you added, hopeful he would agree to spend time with you, even though he always did, but this time you felt more nervous about it.

It would help things get back to normal, as normal as they could be after what happened with Klaus.

"Sure, Klaus and Rebekah won't be home tomorrow if you would like to come over here instead?" He suggested, your eyes meeting his again.

He had such an intense way of staring into your eyes, that it almost felt like he was looking into your soul.

"Well, it's your birthday so whatever you would like to do," you stated, giving him a sweet smile.

Your phone buzzed, breaking the moment. You grabbed it from your purse and opened the new text from Klaus: 

- I'm available if you ever need something to ride again.

You quickly put down your phone, forgetting you had given him your number. You decided you were going to ignore it. There was no way you were going there again.

Elijah looked curious but didn't press.

"I better go home," you said, finishing your coffee and putting it in the sink.

"See you tomorrow," he replied, stepping closer and giving you gentle kiss on the cheek.

You said bye to him and walked out of the kitchen to the courtyard where Rebekah and Klaus were arguing. They both looked over at you, their argument stopping when they noticed you.

"Hello darling," Klaus greeted, his eyes raking over you. Flashes of your evening together running through your mind, and you quickly looked away from him.

Rebekah looked between the two of you and you could see her trying to figure it out, her eyes widening as she stared at you. You quickly hurried out of the compound before either of them could say another word.

{Part Two}

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[withahappyrefrain]

The new clip of Lewis making out on a bed 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 it makes me so feral I need to be put down. It's giving fresh home from a suicide mission and desperately wanting to get his wife pregnant (again?) cause he's just ao happy to be back with her after almost not coming back

The way he manhandles her so effortlessly too? I'm fucked up nonnie.

Anyways, here's Bob with a feral breeding kink under the cut!

As soon as your daughter was fast asleep, his hands were all over you, tugging your clothes off.

You couldn't even make a joke about greed being the seventh sin, as Bob's lips were pressed against yours, tongue eagerly exploring your mouth.

When your back hits the mattress, your husband hovers over you, as if he's trying to commit all your features to memory.

"God, I missed y'all. I missed you, missed my wife so much," he moans against your neck, his hips rocking against yours. You can feel his growing bulge, eliciting a whimper.

Ten weeks with no contact makes one very desperate.

"Fuck, need ya s'bad. Need to be inside ya right now. Please sweet girl?"

Bob doesn't have to ask twice as you're already shimmying your hips to rid yourself of your sweatpants.

You know it was a tough mission when he doesn't wait for you to come while he's in-between your thighs. As soon as he can hear how wet you are, he's lining his cock to your entrance.

The stretch is a pleasurable ache, which you welcome enthusiastically. Bob has to hold your hips down so you wouldn't try to get more of his cock. He may be desperate but he's not going to hurt you.

"Easy there baby, don't -fuck- don't wanna hurt you. Fuck, you feel s'good. S'fucking tight."

Bob's rural accent only comes out two times: when he's with his family and when he's fucking you. You adore the change in his voice,

"Robby, need-"

"I know, I know. Just a little more and then you can have all of me."

Normally, you two would have a moment once he was fully inside. But this past mission caused him to come closer to death than he ever wanted to.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your audible wetness quickly fill the room, both you and Bob grateful that your daughter was a sound sleeper.

"Oh m'god, angel, feel s'good. Fuck, you're so tight. Wanna feel you up, want that little pussy of yours full of me."

His words make you moan, one of his hands quickly covering your mouth, though the smirk remained on his face.

"C'mon, need ya to be a good mama and not wake our girl." You tried, though a moan did escape when he pressed your knees to your chest, allowing him to thrust even deeper.

"Ya like that? Want me to make you a mama again? Put a baby in you again?"

You nod desperately, eyes rolling back as his cock continues to brush against a specific spot that is sending you closer and closer to the edge.

He has the audacity to chuckle, "Can tell ya want it. Clenching me so hard. Gonna fill ya up s'good, make ya s'full of me. Gonna give ya a baby."

His words and thrusts make you dizzy with pleasure. He's only this way with you, only this vulgar.

When you feel Bob's fingers draw circles on your clit, your legs begin to shake. It's too much after going without his touch for so long.

His lips replaces the hand that was covering your mouth, swallowing your needy moans. Your hands find purchase on his hair, holding onto him for dear life.

"That's it, take my cock. Such a good girl, such a good little wife f'me. Gonna make that belly round again."

"R-Robby, I-"

"I know. Just let go baby, I gotcha."

Normally you could hold out a little longer. But your husband felt so good. It felt right to have him here again, inside you. So you tipped over, allowing your body to be pushed over that pleasurable edge. He held you as you rode out your high, large hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises come tomorrow morning. Bob wasn't far behind, his hips stuttering as he came.

For the next few moments, you both were silent. Then, you finally gathered enough courage to ask,

"How bad was it?"

Bob lets out a nervous laugh, "Was hoping you'd keep me warm tonight, if that's any indicator."

Your lips formed into a worried pout, fingers finding his hair.

His blue eyes bore into yours, "I'll tell you tomorrow morning. Promise. But tonight, I just wanna be close to you."

You nodded, wrapping your around his shoulders. Bob rested his head on your chest, relaxing as he finally felt at home.

[stuckysbike]

Drabble, written on my phone.

Mob!Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff fluff and fluff.

A/N: I have been struggling so bad lately with mental health, writing has been pushed way down my list but this just came to me today so I tried to do my best as a gift for a friend.

I Love You

You weren’t sure what woke you, but you could hear a voice.

Whispering really.

The other side of the bed was cool, and you tried to shift without making a sound. It only took moments to spot your husband standing next to the floor to ceiling windows.

It was dark, only the city lights gave illumination, but you could make out his outline. He wore soft black shorts that hugged his impressive upper thighs and cupped his beautiful ass. His bare body was covered in tattoos, his dog tags and a few rings but nothing else.

You rubbed your cheek into your pillow as you tried to hear what he was saying.

Words like “baby”, “sweetheart”, and “doll” were whispered in between promises of a lifetime of love and protection. Your heart clenched and you bit your lip, moving your head slightly to listen with both ears.

You heard a faint murmur, and then, “shush, be quiet or we’ll wake her,” he said lowly.

“Where was I, ah yes, you are the love of my life baby, and I don’t think I could ever go a day without holding you in my arms. I’d burn the city down for you my love.”

You eased the covers up higher, your fingers twisting into the soft sheets. You were cold but you didn’t want to disturb Bucky, your need to listen was like a drug you couldn’t go without.

“I know what you’re thinking baby, I love her too, but you’re so special, you’re my heart and my soul and she’s gonna’ needta’ learn to share me,” Bucky said, his voice raw, that Brooklyn accent coming out thick.

His sweet words and promises reminded you of your early days with him when your love was young and new; of the moments when he proposed and as you exchanged vows, both in private and in front of your friends and family.

You knew what it felt like to be loved and treasured by him, your heart was once so full of him. And now, here you were, a decade after meeting him, six years married and he was declaring his love to someone else, and in your bedroom no less whilst you lay a few feet away in the bed you both shared passionate embraces and raw feral desires.

“You know,” you huffed softly as you eased your feet out of bed and padded across the room to them, “I’m right here. I heard every word of that.”

“Shit!” Bucky’s eyes were wide as he turned to you. “We’ve been caught.”

There in his thick tattooed arms was the girl he’d been giving his affections to. His muscles bulged as they curled around her tiny body possessively and you knew there was no place safer than right there against his strong chest with his heartbeat thudding in her ear.

For a moment you appreciated the contrast of his tattooed skin against her unmarked chubby rolls, and you fell in love with them both all over again.

“You’re spoiling her you know,” you said reaching out and touching her tiny foot that hung over his arm. Her skin was soft and you couldn’t resist kissing her toes.

“She’s worth the spoiling,” Bucky’s eyes were warm, the corners crinkled as he looked at her, “and besides I’ve only just met her. You kept her to yourself for almost ten months, it’s my turn.”

You giggled at the sight of his petulant pout, he was probably the most dangerous man in the city he ruled with an iron fist but here he was not wanting to put his newborn baby daughter down. “Come to bed.”

“Only if I can bring my new girl with me,” Bucky teased. You giggled and shook your head but you took his hand pulling him behind you.

Soft whimpers reached your ears and you glanced back at Bucky. “I think she’s hungry.”

“Come here,” he said as he sat on the bed. You nestled between his legs and leaned into his body as you got comfortable and snuggled your baby in your arms.

“Now this is my happy place,” Bucky whispered kissing your neck and wrapping his arm around yours as you nursed your baby daughter.

[lostintransist]

Liasion - Chapter 1 - Personality Hire

This is cross posted from AO3, linked below and up to chapter 22 as of this posting. These guys make me fucking feral and I just sometimes can't help myself but to post a whole long ass story.

“You’ve reached the liaison for the 141, how can I help you?” You stare deeply into the eyes of the man sitting on your desk’s edge.

“I am trying to reach Captain Price,” a gruff voice slides into your ear from your headphones.

“Price is currently unavailable, may I ask who is speaking?”

“Hmph. This is General Sullivan of the United States Army. Who is it I am speaking with?” His voice got rougher over the line. Transatlantic calls shouldn’t have many issues any more due to satellites.

“Ah, General Sullivan it is good to hear from you. I have been working with your staffers to schedule a call with Captain Price. He is still unavailable but I can get you on a call with him at the soonest opportunity. What time zone are you in?”

“Eastern, why does that matter?”

You could hear the urge for him to call you a little girl in his snarled question.

“Well, seeing as we are currently five hours ahead of you it does make timing a bit tricky. If you are available at 6 PM EST tonight I can get you on a call with him.” Opening your scheduling app you quickly fill in all the information Price would need for this call.

You had been in contact with the General’s team for over a week trying to schedule a call. The man on the other end of the line seemed to have an inflated sense of self-importance and his team refused to schedule an appointment. You were used to it at this point, everyone from senators to magistrates, and even generals had issues accepting that you would not just ‘patch them through’.

Silence reigned on the other end of the phone call.

“You’re just a glorified receptionist, why do I need to make an appointment?” General Sullivan spat into the phone.

You recoiled from the nasty tone. A grin spread across your face.

“Why? Because I am the gatekeeper to the 141 and I have carte blanche to never let you talk to anyone on the team if I so desire. I can put a note in the file that reads ‘Never accept assignments’ followed by your name General. Now since I am the only one who can let you through to speak to Captain Price, does 6 PM Eastern Standard Time work for you tonight, sir?” The sir comes out in as disrespectful a tone as you can manage.

“Fine,” comes the begrudging acknowledgment.

You switch to your bright happy customer service voice, “Thank you, General. Now if you want future calls to go better you can tell Todd that he can schedule appointments with me moving forward. Have a day!”

Ending the call with a tap you let your face drop and roll your eyes.

“An American, how interesting. How did you end up working with the 141?”

Phillip Graves, leader of the Shadow Company, is sitting on the edge of your desk. His accent marks him as an American as well.

You blink up at him and deadpan your response.

“I was a personality hire.”

Roach, who sat a few desks away working on a report, can’t suppress his laugh. Graves shoots the man a look. You doubt he has ever heard Roach even speak. Better to pull the heat off Roach; you pull the attention back to yourself.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Graves?”

“I need to speak to Sheppard, but while I wait, I am deeply interested in what kind of personality hire tells off a US General,” he shifts, turning his body more towards you.

“Well Mr. Graves the long and short of the matter is I called at least five members of the 141 a bitch to their face within a minutes of meeting them and then they watched me talk my way out of a ticket and offered me a job. So I guess the personality trait they wanted was caustic.”

It hadn’t been that simple. The team had been in Baltimore for a convention when they got tapped to help deal with a school shooter situation at one of the local colleges. It had been complicated by the fact that there were bombs placed in several buildings by an unrelated political group trying to make a point.

You had met and called a bitch in order, Roach, Ghost, Price, Soap, and Kate. The men had been trying to evacuate you and through the hangover rocking your world, you just didn’t have enough fucks to give about the guns strapped to their bodies or the imposing presence most of them gave off.

Kate had been special, she had gotten caught in the crossfire of you telling a police officer that his qualified immunity wouldn’t save him from getting dildos delivered to his desk and home if he put you in cuffs. You weren’t sure how you came up in conversation afterward but within a few weeks, you had a job offer to come work as a liaison with the 141. Your degree in communications and minor in political science would come in handy. Nothing much held you to Maryland and a change of pace sounded interesting. You were able to test out of a few classes and take the final early for one to complete your degree before you hopped on the flight to London.

Gaz had been the one to wait for you at the airport. He was home, recovering from a nasty wound to the leg. He introduced you to the support staff in the office and set you up with your work phone and computer.

Kate had been your main go-to for questions until the team arrived home. Kate’s job involved keeping the guys safe on jobs and your job was to help filter out the jobs that they couldn’t or wouldn’t take. You still weren’t sure what Kate’s actual job title was or how she fit in but even Price seemed willing to bend the knee to her advice.

Glancing at your phone you note the time, nearly four PM.

“You’re in luck Mr. Graves. Sheppard put you on the schedule personally and should be here any minute to meet with you. Now if you will excuse me I am going to make myself a coffee and head home for the day.” Standing you stretch, back popping as you reach high.

“Calling it an early day for the weekend?” Graves joked.

You stare at him a beat longer than socially acceptable.

“No, I started my day at four AM and I have a personal rule to not work longer than twelve hours at a time. No salary is worth more than that.”

Shoving the work phone in your backpack and setting your headphones into the top drawer of your desk you leave the charming smile on your desk for Sheppard to deal with. Being American didn’t mean you wanted to grab a drink with the man. If anything, you had found that American men in the UK needed to be treated with double the amount of caution as men in general.

You stare blearily at the single-cup coffee brewer you had bought to get you through the workday. Once the machine stopped gurgling you cleaned the grounds out, added creamer to your travel mug, and left the office with a wave to old man Harold who was the actual receptionist for the 141. This first month of work had been harder than you could have expected.

Masterlist

[rexisan]

So... who wants to hear my random ass headcanons for Tim? No one? Cool I'm showing you guys anyway.

Tim's moral code is.. fascinating. Because he's trying to live up to *others* expectations. So in my mind, he has a very flexible moral code. He has killed, and has no compunctions about killing again. But he *tries not to* because it will make Dick sad.

This also means he can have deals with some rogues. I won't day which ones, I will keep my secrets.

Tim is first and *foremost* Janet Drakes son. Not Robin, not Red Robin, not Bruce's protege. No he is the son of Janet Drake and he will remind you *viscerally* with nothing more than a look.

Tim is simultaneously a feral chaotic monster who will bite a rogues ear off and the most calculating mfer to ever exist. These can coexist and they do within him.

If you insult any of the Robins that is not him? He will become a monster and you will be on the floor and maybe out a few bones, don't ask how you lost the bones. If you insult him? He'll smile and cock his head in a specific way and probably agree with you.

You cannot tell me that Tim doesn't deep down think he was the worst Robin.

Tim is tiny, this is not news to most people, however when you see this slight, shortish dude with a slightly feminine appearance you don't expect his voice, he can make it softer and lighter and do a feminine voice, but his natural voice is *decently deep* really refined, and depending on the time of day and the company he's with *varying accents*. I'm not saying like super deep, but it's lower than you think.

Out of the batfam he knows the third most languages, after Bruce and Dick Damian knows many but Tim is keeping third place.

His idea of downtime is messing with companies, yes this includes Lex Luthor. Lex Luthor doesn't hate Red Robin he hates *Tim Drake*. On the same tangent, he runs like 3 other companies without Bruce knowing, without anyone knowing truthfully. He runs them under the Drake name and no one bats an eye, he also fucks with the board of directors out of sheer boredom, in actuality he can do all their jobs and then some.

Also, people say Tim looks up to Batman. I think that's wrong. He looked up to Robin.

Tim's Robin has the *most* respect from Gotham's rogues gallery. With like.. two major exceptions. Killer Croc, and Joker.

I have an entire thing on why him and Croc hate each other.

[kissyghosty]

Requesting on my knees a Jealous Ghost fic where he and reader have a situationship but he refuses to go pass the fwb stage. In swoops in Konig (in all his 6’10 glory) where he is just being all sweet and soft to reader - major difference from our gruff Ghost. The gentleness of Konig surprises reader and starts making her shy around him which ofc goes noticed by Ghost.

Ghost then goes feral and pulls reader back in - cos I just know this man is highkey possessive 😳🙏😫 you may decide if Konig is in to reader or not

me: haha this will be like 500 words

also me: [foolish, as this nearly hit 1.5k]

here is the ao3 link for this!

“You’re mine, you know that?” Ghost grows in your ear in the middle of the roughhousing. Even through the fog currently blurring your thoughts, you can hear the possessiveness in his gravelly voice. He’s plastered to your back, grinding down onto your ass in just a tease of what could--and likely would--happen.

Throughout the entire duration of your coupling, you do your best to show that you are his and only his. He grabs you roughly, moving you around like you weigh nothing at all, even for your stature. To him, you probably don’t, you think in the aftermath, the both of you struggling to even your breathing as you tuck into each other.

You’d be content to stay like that. Just the two of you sharing each others’ touch and warmth. You would even dare say you wanted it, just to anyone but the man himself.

“Just tonight?” You beg as he finally peels himself away from you. With how disconnected he feels so soon, it’s as if he hadn’t crawled to you in damn near desperation mere hours ago. “Please?”

Through the mask plastered to his face, you can still see his eyes darken. He doesn’t say anything audibly, but the notion isn’t left unnoticed. You’ve heard all the excuses from him before: ‘We can’t be caught together.’ ‘I don’t want to be a weakness to you.’ The countless times he’s mentioned something about ‘not deserving it’, even though he is here and he most certainly does deserve to be cared about and loved on. 

Reluctantly, you turn your back to him on the bed. He never says anything after deterring your begging. You never press, either. Still, it hurts, a tangible and heavy weight in your chest that feels an awful lot like rejection.

He slips out the door without another word.

*-+-*

Ghost keeps his distance from you after your little trysts. Purposefully tasking himself with paperwork or training or going on missions for what feels like just the sake of being away from you. 

That’s not true, your mind supplies. He’s just used to being busy. Give yourself some credit.

In the cafeteria, you sat in your usual spot, away but not far from the others, just on the outside of the group, enough that you felt social without actually interacting with anyone else. You pretend you’re engrossed with the pitiful meal in front of you, not noticing when someone approaches.

“Ah, pardon,” an accented voice interrupts your thoughts. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

You’re already saying the words before you think about it. “Not at all.” Realizing you just reflexively allowed a stranger near you,, you look up to take in who has decided to give you company and nearly gasp out loud. If you weren’t feeling shy and humble before, you certainly do now.

One of the KorTac recruits, if the patch for the company means anything. He towers over you, more so than Ghost does. The only detail you can see about his face is his eyes. Where Ghost’s eyes feel like they pierce into you when he looks, his eyes are soft and gentle. Judging by the way he’s holding himself (a respectable distance from you, still, veiled head tilted like a curious and inquisitive dog waiting to hear a keyword), his entire self is one gentle giant.

You gesture for him to sit. He does so, across the table from you, carefully settling down instead of haphazardly throwing himself onto the bench like most everyone else does. He hesitates to move any further, anxiously wringing his hands until you realize you’ve been staring. “Sorry, I…” you scramble for an excuse, but you have none.

This guy is simply absurdly attention grabbing. 

“It is alright,” he sheepishly brings one hand to rub at the back of his neck. “I understand that my stature may be somewhat of a shock to some.” He sounds damn near apologetic, like he had a choice in whether he was to be 6’10 or not.

“I think most of us are just surprised to be put in our place by you.” A palm comes up to rub your eye, needing to move to get jitters out of your system without being obvious. “You’re taller than the lieutenant, even. That’s impressive.”

As if summoned, Ghost stalks into the room, grabbing a tray and slinking over to sit with his subordinates. When you look away, you can still feel his eyes glaring daggers into you. The realization hits you like a train and you have to bite back a laugh.

That son of a bitch is jealous of you talking to the new guy.

“Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no. I, uh, just realized I never properly asked for your name, is all.”

“Of course,” he murmurs warmly. “My name--or, callsign, at least--is König.”

“Very fancy,” you stutter back. Good lord, König’s callsign is translated into ‘king’. It seems contradictory for someone so unwilling to grab attention. “It sounds nice, too.” Your eyes slide over to look at Ghost again. A smile splits your face when you can see the furrow in his brow as his glare deepens. Someone must ask what’s wrong, because he whips his head to seethe at them instead before standing up stiffly and walking away.

“Um,” König interrupts gently. “Is something wrong, friend?”

The way he says it must make your face color, because he ducks his head nervously, an apology already on the tip of his tongue.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you finally find your words. “L.T. is just taking interest in us talking. He must still be wary of you, somehow.”

“He seems very distant,” König ventures, speaking quietly as if Ghost would be able to hear over the commotion of the room. “Judgemental, even. I will admit, I am somewhat wary of him myself.”

You shrug. “It’s understandable with him. He doesn’t exactly make it easy to get to know him. He has his reasons, though.” When you look up from dazedly staring at the table, König’s eyes are wide and aimed behind you.

“Reason for what?” Ghost’s gruff voice comes from behind your back. You’re not sure if he’s trying to hide the angry tone to it, but if he is, it’s failing horribly. You turn around only to see Ghost glaring into König as if he wasn’t an ally but an enemy instead.

“A reason for you being so moody,” you scowl up at him, his eyes meeting yours. Oh, there’s absolutely something hidden in their depths: anger, contempt, and that same twinkle of jealousy you saw earlier. “You don’t exactly explain to others why you’re so goddamn hostile for no reason.”

“I have my fuckin’ reasons,” he growls. “And those reasons don’t need to be shown to people that don’t need to know them. Understood?”

König nods apprehensively, moving to gather his things and stand. “I should--uh, be going.” He nods his head to you and Ghost nervously. “It was very nice to meet you both.” Without another word, he strides away, not looking back, head hunched down into his shoulders.

You turn in your seat to give Ghost his own taste of a glare. “What’s your problem? He’s new; I didn’t want him to feel like an oddball by being rude to him.” You huff. “Though it seems you have no issue with it.”

Ghost stubbornly doesn’t respond. He never does when you call him out for things like this. Instead, when you turn away to continue eating, his gloved hand settles on your shoulder and grips, startling you. “He was getting too comfy with you,” he grunts petulantly. 

“He’s new,” you retort. “He needed someone to be comfy with, asshat.”

“I don’t think you understand.” Ghost voice is right in your ear now, making you involuntarily shiver. “More comfy than I wanted him to be. Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”

Even with the warmth settling in your chest, you’re not fazed. “Dunno. You don’t exactly act like I belong to anyone, let alone you.” A low jab, for sure, but you were still irritated by the exclusively friends-with-benefits situation Ghost seemed to think you two had.

Ghost hums lecherously. “You want a reminder? Be at my quarters at 1900. I’ll do a thorough job of reminding you that you belong to someone.” With that, he stands straight and pats your shoulder as if he hadn’t just promised to meet you alone in his room later that evening. “In the meantime,” he says nonchalantly, “be ready for--what is it you wanted?--an overnight stay.” 

[gothic-thoughts]

Is It A Crime?

(Finallyyy 😩🥵😩🥴)

Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader Smut

Divorced CoupleAU, DomesticAU, MDNI

CW: afab parts, tame words (not too vulgar), fingering, 😻-eating, implied smashing, feral Nanami (cuz it's a want, a need, and a must omg 😩🥴)

Word Count: 1035 (give or take)

A/n: any Japanese is confirmed via DeepL and written in romaji so you can pronounce it

I should’ve left an hour ago; he asked me to come over for a drink or two and to talk but I didn’t think the night would end with me sat between his legs with his thick fingers curled inside me, grinding against my spot. The other massive hand was wrapped around my neck, pulling my head back to his shoulder so he could place wet kisses on my neck. I know I divorced him about 2 years ago, but I couldn’t help but give in when he hugged me from behind when I was about to leave.

That hug held so much emotion and regret from the man that towered over me that it gave me butterflies. I’m ashamed I let his accent and the seduction in his voice get to me, but without it, I wouldn’t be on his couch with him with my thighs trembling and slowly shutting from the stimulation.

“Did I not say to keep them open?" He whispers in my ear, shoving them back apart, “Why do I have to keep reminding you?”

"I can't, 'm sorry. Jus' can't anymore.”

"I don’t care, you said I could play with her one last time." The middle and ring fingers sink deeper, "So let me."

"But I came so much already~"

"Wakatteiruyo (I'm aware); 3 times, to be exact."

I hate him so much. I have no idea how many times I reached the edge and I didn’t know when he intended to stop. Hell, I don’t even know if he was even planning on stopping. He seemed to never have enough time for anything but his work, and all of a sudden he has time for a drink with me. I watch as his hand slides from out my pants and underwear to his lips right next to my face. I hear soft moans from him.

“I've been keeping track of every single one.” He chuckles, sucking his fingers, “I just don't care.”

“Now you wanna focus on m-me?”

“I rarely saw you because I was focused on you.” He says shoving his fingers back inside.

“Shit.”

“Now I wanna focus on you?” He mocked, speeding up, “I’m always focused on you. I focused on our future together ‘cuz I wanted it to be as safe as possible.”

“Ken~”

“Just like I’m focusing on you now, making sure you’re walking funny when you leave my house. So cum again.”

My head was so fuzzy and light and he knew it, leading him to speak mostly in Japanese to keep me that way. Nanami’s canines grazed my neck with each nibble while his fingers curl and thrust deep, the accuracy on my spot making me arch my back off his chest. I grasped at the armrest of the couch with one hand and the back of his neck with the other as I shook from my 4th orgasm.

He chuckled into my collarbone but didn’t stop his hand, causing me to shiver from the aftershocks as I fell into another orgasm and shrieked from overstimulation. Nanami stood up and picked me up effortlessly before sitting me on his shoulders, leaving my legs to dangle down his back. I look down at his brown eyes as his large hands pressed against my lower back and pulled me to his waiting mouth.

“Fuck, st-stop~”

"I've been playing with my food so long,” he groans, lapping at me slowly, “I almost forgot to taste it.”

I try to push his head away, "Ken, ngh~ why are you--"

He smacks my hand away, "Shizukesa (hush)."

"I s-said you could play with it. N-not- ah~”

"The taste from my fingers wasn't enough. Chotto mattekure. (Just give me a minute)."

I squeal in shock as his tongue begins to flick and caress my sensitive bud, my hips jerking forward every time he grazes it. I feel his plump lips close around it, suckling on it until I begin humping with desperation, chanting his name over and over until he makes me cum another time. I feel him groan against me, slurping every drop of nectar that spread on his tongue.

The amount of pleasure buzzing through my body was dizzying, so I thread my fingers into his messy blonde locks to pull him away from me before he drowns. He doesn’t budge or get the memo, opting to moan at the feeling. My legs shake on his shoulders as I scream and use his head to push myself up and away from his hungry mouth when he slaps my ass firmly.

“Doko he ikunda (where are you going)?" He mumbles, "Hm? Doko he ikummorida (where do you think you are going)?”

“Ken...can’t an'more.”

“Shizukesa.”

He holds me tighter against his face as he pushes his tongue inside my clenching hole, moaning at the full flavor he missed from only licking and sucking. His slurps were louder now and so were my sounds, both of them echoing against his apartment’s walls and ceilings. I shiver over him, moaning as his tongue flicks in and out with loud gulps. I tug at his hair and throw my head back, hitting it lightly against the wall with a soft thud.

“Mmh, make...a...mess.”

"Yes, y-yes just-- hnngh, fuck!"

He grabs both of my hips and slides me across his tongue faster than my brain could process until I scream. I grab his wrist in a last attempt to stop him but, almost in retaliation, Nanami shakes his head from side to side. It wasn’t long until I was choking on moans when he groans again.

He continued until I was jolting and whining from the aftershocks before grabbing my hips and moving my quivering form to his waist. I gasp, grasping his shoulders at the feeling of him stretching my entrance as it pushes inside. He curses in Japanese as he sinks deeper, the sensation making him press my back against the nearest wall.

“Need....break~”

“I know, angel, I’ll break you good. We have to do something with all that sweetness, right? It’d be such a waste if I don't.”

“Where was this eagerness when we were together?”

“Don't remind me; that’s why you’re getting it all tonight.”

“We’re...divorced.”

“Yeah.”

[berry-potchy]

what’s so funny is that I never really liked yandere/obsessive character x reader because it was either out of character for them or just to dark/weird

But something about Miguel has made me just go absolutely feral over it. Obsessed Miguel in the way that he is always watching you on cams, stroking his poor neglected cock as he just listens to your voice :(

He tries not to push you away and hides his obsession but when he overhears a conversation with you and someone else about your little workplace crush he loses it.

I’ve never been to fond of the murdering obsessive character- but Miguel constantly watching your every move just does something to me carnally.

I GET YOU! I get you 100% I'm not a yandere girl either but when I tell you Miguel O'Hara changed my brain chemistry. Whatever he wants, I'm into it.

I love Miguel with a lot little obsession. He has cameras everywhere so it just makes sense that he'd have cameras on you. You can bet they are recording your every move. Oh it would start out as just a little curiosity, just regular monitoring. However, Miguel got curious about you. You caught his attention and it's just a downward spiral from there. You don't know you doing some unintentional things that turn him on. Maybe you keep putting the tips of your pens in your mouth or biting your thumb. Or messily eating your food and licking you fingers oh-so lewdly. Miguel is so soooo frustrated with how much of a tease you are. He can't stop watching you. Those lips are so plump and pretty. They'd look so good wrapped around his cock. He thinks you'd love that. He'll always keep your pretty mouth occupied to satisfy that little oral fixation of yours.

And your voice god. So perfect. He'd specifically ask you to report to him whenever you come back from a mission. Doesn't matter if you had other teammates who are willing to report instead. He wants you to do all the talking. He loves listening to your voice especially when you say his name. Even better if you have an accent oh-- Miguel is enthralled. When he's working late at night (which is always), he'd have to use your voice as a little background noise. He loves hearing you talk to yourself, or if you have a pet, and when you sing when you think no one is listening. When you start singing some very spicy suggestive songs, Miguel's thoughts go all over the places. Is that what you like? Is that what you want him to do? He'd be gripping his cock as you keep singing. He's hard again even after already cumming.

And if he finds out you have a crush on someone??? Oh he'll make Lyla scour through all the data to find out who the person is. You keep being vague about your crush when you talk about them. Miguel just wants to know. He'll make sure to separate you from them as much as possible. Of course we know the crush is him and he would have known if he just masturbated less to your voice and realized how much your tone shifts when talking to him. Only him.

Of course, he tries to hide all this umm... not-stalking stalking from you. Tries to act like he doesn't monitor you all day. He asks you how your day has been even though he knew you were in your bed all day until you decided to show up at the HQ. And of course, you were none the wiser and just talks to him as usual.

-💖

[kidhellion]

OC Speech & Mannerisms

Tagged (indirectly) by @ianthedebonair. i will also encourage anyone who sees this and wants to participate to do this

Subject: Nikki Becker

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+

sidestep canonically speaks multiple languages. i think the confirmed ones are English, Spanish (Ortega doesn't know and never will if Nikki can help it), and Tagalog. also re-gene sign language but i head canon Nikki is very bad at that because he never fit in with the other re-genes and he didn't want too.

TONE OF VOICE: high / average/ deep

he has a kinda rasp to his voice

ACCENT: Yes / No

DEMEANOUR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

dont notice me aura is strong and when he cant manipulate someones attention away from him hes very broody and intimidating (like a feral chihuahua)

POSTURE: slumped/ straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips (or pockets) /inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇

EMOTION: ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤++++++

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⬤⬤⬤〇〇

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently/ rarely / never

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S INTENDED POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes/ never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always (he need to have the last word before he storms off) / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps/ mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here (bluntly/playfully) / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness (sarcastic) / brusqueness/ it doesn't.

[lilac-hecox]

idk what specifically but something with damangela and forehead kisses? 🥹 i've seen damien mention a few times that nothing gets him more fluttery than that and would love to see it with that pairing!! thank you so much 🥹

Damien/Angela - Forehead Kisses - Damangela

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By the time Damien is deemed ‘non-contagious’ Angela is about to lose her mind with how much she misses him. Sure, they FaceTime and Angela gives him the rundown on the happenings at her latest StarKid show and what’s been going on at the Smosh office, while he tells her how bored he is, but it isn’t the same as seeing him in person. 

Damien and Angela are already both extremely busy people. Damien is only slowing down because he’s got covid and sort of has no choice but to stop. He still streams, which Angela watches, and affectionately texts him during because she can’t believe he’s streaming while sick but at the same time expects no less from him. 

The time they get to actually hang out is already limited by their demanding schedules so Damien having covid only makes everything feel worse. She is near feral with excitement when he texts her and tells her the doctors gave him an ‘all clear’ to have visitors. 

When she arrives she brings a card she had passed around at Smosh for everyone to sign along with a few recorded messages that make Damien smile and laugh, a soft and touched expression on his face as he reads over the card. 

“God, I’ve missed you,” he says to her, drawing her into a hug, his arms winding around her back. 

“I missed you too,” she says into the warmth of his shoulder. 

He pulls back and he looks a little tired as he’s not in perfect health yet. She reaches out and cups his cheek where his beard is darker and thicker than it’s been since she’s known him. 

“Scratchy,” she says. 

“I’m going to shave it down soon when I have the energy,” Damien says with a laugh. 

“I don’t hate it,” Angela is quick to say. 

“I know, but I don’t love it.” 

Damien sits on the couch, tugging a blanket across his lap. Angela wants to sit by him but a part of her is nervous to catch covid from him. She remembers all too well how Anthony passing covid on to Ian almost put the company in a tizzy. 

“Are you hungry?” Angela asks instead. 

Damien shakes his head. “No, my appetite is pretty shot.” 

“I did make you some pasta,” she says. 

“So sweet of you. Homemade pasta from my little cannoli.” he throws on a cheesy Italian accent. Angela breaks into giggles. 

“Stop, oh my God.” 

She tucks the tin-foiled covered pain into his fridge so he can hopefully eat later when he finally feels hungry. He leans his head back on the couch and he’s looking at her with a soft smile. 

Angela smiles back at him and then walks over towards him. Instead of going to the front of the couch, she goes to the back and leans over so her face is over his, her hair tickling his cheeks and nose. 

Damien lets out a laugh and then Angela leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead. 

Damien hums happily, his eyes sliding shut at her affection. 

In some ways, he reminds her of his cats, and she knows exactly what he likes at this point. 

“God, I missed you.” 

“You said that already,” she teases, her face going pink, “not that I’m tired of hearing it.” 

“I mean it,” Damien says, “I found myself missing all the little things. Like, the smell of your hair from your shampoo, and Spork sleeping on my lap when we’re watching a movie, the way you sing to yourself when you cook. Even your snoring.” 

“Wow, you must really have missed me if you miss my snoring.” 

“Can’t wait to be lulled to sleep by the chainsaw like sound of your snoring, Ange.” 

She playfully punches his arm and he laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then her jaw, before seeking out her mouth. 

The angle is kind of weird because she’s leaning over the couch and she’s really risking it by kissing him but she can’t wait one more second to feel his mouth pressed to her own, warm, his facial hair scratching pleasantly at his skin. 

Angela gives in because what the hell. She’s already kissed him. She makes a show out of rolling over the back of the couch until she flops down next to Damien.

“So, you’ll be back to the office soon?” she asks, her head on his shoulder. 

“Next couple weeks or so,” Damien says. 

Angela stretches and settles herself more firmly against Damien. 

“Good, I can’t wait.”

[deangirlsstuff67]

She's mine

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: clit piercings, oral (f receiving), face riding

Summary: what happens when you get a chance to meet your favorite actor...

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.

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He was your favorite actor of all time, and you never thought in a million years you would have the chance to meet him in person.

You were waiting in line for the J2 photo op minding your own business, reading some fanfiction about the green eyed beauty on your phone. You were wrapped up in your own world when it came to be your turn with the duo.

"Are we interrupting your reading sweetheart?" A familiar deep voice speaks from right in front of you.

Your eyes snap up only to be met with a broad, muscular chest. Looking up, Jensen is smirking a knowing smile down at you.

All of a sudden, your outfit seems a little too revealing. Who knew a man could make you feel naked when wearing blue jeans, cowboy boots, a black tank top with a read and black checker flannel on.

Slipping your phone into your back pocket, you quickly stumble out an apology and move to the photo area.

Jared hugs you, Jensen hugs you, then you take just a normal photo with them. Chris gets the camera ready, the three of you get in position, that's when you feel it. Fingers ghost over your butt and lightly tuck something into your back pocket.

Neither of you let on that he's just slipped a note to you. Flash goes off, and they send you on your way.

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There's no one on the floor that was indicated on his note. Everyone down in the convention hall having a good time. Yet here you stand out side the room he told you, waiting to see if this is a joke or not.

Checking the time again on your phone, beginning to regret your life choices, you hear the elevator ding as someone gets off on this floor.

His texan accent greets you as he walks his way towards you, "Hello, sweetheart. Sorry the photo ops took longer than I thought."

You don't recognize the high pitch of your voice, "it's okay."

He unlocks the door, and ever the southern gentlemen, lets you walk in first. The room is just a generic hotel room. There's a TV, bed, bathroom, dresser, nothing fancy.

You feel your confidence slowly coming back knowing he doesn't need fancy and flashy.

"Can I get you anything?"

Shaking slightly, you just shake your head no. It's too early for whiskey and thats the only thing that could calm your nerves at the moment.

Strong arms wrap around your middle, pulling you against his hard chest. His cologne invades your scenes, making your knees weak. If he wasn't holding you, you are sure you would be on the ground right now.

This man haunted your dreams for years, and now he was holding your shaking body in his hotel room.

Fuck.

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"Just relax baby. I'll take care of you."

The sheets are cool against your heated skin. His beard scratches your thighs as he inhales your scent before moaning into your dripping core.

A long wet tongue swipes through your center, making contact with your clit piercing. Jensen kitten licks you a few times before diving into your pussy like a man starved.

The moment he noticed the beautiful jewel nestled in between your lower lips, he went feral. Thoughts of what he could do with that piece of metal flooded his brain, causing it to short circuit.

He already knows he will be buying you some jewelry just so he can know that he's put his claim on your wet core.

You're his now.

His mouth will be the only one to suck your soul from your body. Jensen loved eating a woman out. It was his favorite past time. Their taste, their scent, how wet and slippery he can make them. It turns him on more than anything ever has.

That being said, knowing he can leave his mark on this beautiful, pink pussy makes him hard enough to cut steel.

"Jensen... baby... I'm gonna.. " you don't have time to finish your sentence before your gushing all over his face, mouth, and beard.

A deep growl vibrates your core as you ride his face to pure bliss.

He lifts his head, you see yourself glistening on his face, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"I love you y/n." Loving eyes stare at you, "got one more in there for me baby?"

Without any more words spoken between your boyfriend and you, he dives back into your soaking heat.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Not Alone

Echo x Mechanic!Reader

A/N: Nervous laughter. Sobbing.

Warnings: 18+, making out, angst, sad, character death aftermath, secrets relationship, the boys being the best.

Prompts: 501st, Echo, Mechanic, Angst (unhappy ending), Secret relationship, Include the last text you sent. (If you can spot the text I’ll give you a gold star.)

Word Count: 2.7k+

Thanks to @techs-feral-wife for having a nosey for me and @wizardofrozz for rolling these.

“Osik!” You should have been wearing your gloves to protect from shocks and they would have prevented the slight burning you now felt at the tips of your fingers. “Have you tried restarting the network settings?” You asked the astromech. R2 let out a low whistle but he was interrupted by someone entering via the ramp at the back.

“Don’t let Rex hear you talk like that.” You smiled to yourself as you wound some wires together and then held them out for R2-D2 to solder together.

“Oh, yeah?” You challenged. “He wouldn’t approve?” The blue light finished sparking before your eyes and you pressed the wires carefully back into the body of the B1 droid you were reprogramming.

“No, he would not.” With a sigh you eased your helmet off and locked eyes with and RC Trooper. You took a moment to admire his physique, the way the pauldrons really accented the broadness of his shoulders, the flare the kama gave his hips and you felt your heart kick up at the intimidating sight. His gaze was as golden as pools of honey, streaked with brown and a faint dash of green that you enjoyed studying in the few moments of alone time you actually got.

“Do you approve?” You asked, your tone dropping slightly. The clone approached, his helmet resting easily under his arm, cocked against his side as he came to a stop right before you. You had no choice but to tilt your head right back, keeping your gaze magnetised to his, unable to move from your position straddling the back of the B1 droid you’d been working on. His free hand twitched and your gaze dropped to the blue hand print on his chest.

“R2, I think General Skywalker would like you to go over the plan one more time.” The droid beeped indignantly that you were suggesting he hadn’t memorised the plan for storming the Citadel but you didn’t have anything else in your verbal arsenal. “I know that,” you told the droid, keeping your tone breezy. “Maybe it was General Kenobi instead. You should probably find out then we can finish with these droids.” R2 made a rude noise as he wheeled away but you’d already forgotten about upsetting him.

Echo lifted his hand as soon the astromech was down the ramp, using his gloved thumb to trace your lips. Your breath hitched when his gaze went from affectionate to heated within seconds. His hand tentatively dipped to cup your chin, his fingers digging in and urging you to your feet. No sooner had you stood, he was pushing you backwards making you step over the droids and slamming you against the wall of the shuttle before his lips fell on you.

Your bodies pressed together, having no choice but to melt against his ARC armour as he crowded you against the wall. You heard the thud of his helmet, his hands coming up to grab your face as his lips ravished yours with a desperate message he was trying to silently convey.

He stole your breath. He created a dull roar in your ears as your heart thumped relentlessly behind your rips, beating with his as it raced under his armour. Echo kissed you like he was a drowning man and you were the only thing keeping him alive.

The pair of you had been in a secret relationship for a few months now, stealing kisses and whispers in the dark at every opportunity. You often wondered if Fives knew about what was going on, no doubt he wondered where Echo got to occasionally or why his Domino Twin was extra tired. You wondered, but you never asked and Echo never said.

Right now, you didn’t care. Your hands snaked up to run through the short, tough strands of his hair as his hand dropped, hooking under your thigh and hitching your leg as high as he could. You moaned into his mouth, licking as deeply as he did and feeding a moan into his mouth that he gifted back. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead heavily against you as he tried to relax his ragged breathing.

“I miss you,” he breathed, the words caressing your cheeks as you smiled at him. Studying the freckles on his face and stroking the faint stubble that was coming up on his cheeks.

“When you come back, maybe we can take some time?” You suggested hopefully. You felt his hesitation, seeing the frown that dipped between his brows and you made him look up and into your eyes. “I know you can’t promise anything, Echo. I know that, but it’s something we can try and hold onto.” Tears began to wet your lashes and he cupped your cheek, gently swiping his thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear that fell.

“I want to do that, with you,” he rumbled softly.

“I know,” you whispered, smiling sadly. You leaned towards him, brushing your nose against his, feeling the way he breathed against your skin. The ache inside your chest widened and you pressed a kiss to his waiting lips in the hope he could banish it from you. But no matter how much of each other you breathed in, nothing could stop the darkness that loomed.

You broke apart when his com went off and he dropped your leg with a sigh, finally stepping away to answer it.

Resting against the hull wall you huffed, rubbing your face and forcing yourself to carry this heaviness like it wasn’t crushing you. Usually you were fine before he left for a mission but this time, you just had a bad feeling that would not leave.

“We’ve all been summoned to the briefing room,” he informed you, the telltale pout pulling at his mouth and he looked at the floor like it had offended him.

“You have to go,” you whispered, using the heel of your hand to dab at your cheeks.

“Yes.” His gaze rose to meet with your watery one, all the emotions he was feeling clouding his features and it made your heart throb painfully.

The moment hung suspended between you. An awareness of how difficult this was for you both but neither of you could really talk about it. Without words you gravitated towards one another, colliding roughly in your urgency to feel each other again. Your hands now cupped his face, grabbing him and pulling him to your level for a desperate kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His armour dug in through your overalls but you didn’t care. You wanted his touch imprinted over your body, you wanted his scent tattooed on your skin.

You couldn’t help the tears bleeding from your eyes, hating that your body was betraying you at this moment and it couldn’t have just waited. He took the time to wipe your cheeks, a soft smile on his face as he gazed lovingly at you. “I know we never said…” his voice fractured and you nearly broke on the spot.

“It’s ok,” you whispered. “I feel it too.” His honey rich gaze searched your own, sucking his bottom lip briefly between his teeth as he inhaled sharply.

“When I come back…I’ll say it.” You smiled, trying to ignore the more tears that filled your vision as your insides quivered with love and sadness.

“When you come back,” you repeated. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I’m expecting you to, kair’ta.” You closed your eyes, feeling him slip silently away and suddenly your hands were empty. Your body was cold and he left you standing alone in the shuttle you had been tasked with maintaining for their mission. It took a moment before you could move again, hating the way the taste of him diminished and the scent of him faded. Lifting a shaky hand to your lips you stared at the empty hatch, wishing briefly he’d come back one more time.

A few angry beeps alerted you to R2’s return and you scoffed at his scolding. “I’m sorry R2, I must have got my wires crossed.” Picking up the panel you replaced it back on the droid and sealed it into place. “Shall we see if these boys work?”

Waiting was the worst part. Even walking the length of the flight deck and back wasn’t enough to stop the thoughts that crowded in your mind. Most of your team left you alone, they knew you cared for the clones and always worried about their safe return, they just didn’t know how far it went.

Forcing yourself to sit on a crate of spare parts you stared at the stars through the blue of the shield. You weren’t privy to any com chatter down here and honestly you weren’t sure if you wanted to listen anyway. It was probably radio silence from the Citadel or they risked detection anyway.

Oh gods…why was this so difficult? You felt the urge to pull on your hair, chew the skin on your side of fingers, every movement made your overalls rub and it aggravated you. They had been down there for hours, it felt like hours.

Oh Echo, Echo please come back to me. Folding into yourself, you covered your face and took a shaky breath.

The ship shuddered around you, the durasteel groaning and you looked up to see ships passing the dorsal doors. You instantly recognised them as Separatist. So they’d been discovered. Your mouth twisted grimly and you joined the group on the deck also watching, as it all unfolded before you.

There was nothing you could do. Nothing, except watch the sacrifices being made to try and extract the group from the hostile planet and leave with as much intact as they could.

No one spoke. Aside from the noises of the ship a silent sense of anticipation reigned on the flight deck, a tension where you readied yourselves before exploding into action when needed. Some medics had come down from the medbay and you clocked their bags of equipment at their feet. No gurneys though, that was a good sign.

Could you…could you dare to hope that this bad feeling you carried would be banished as soon as Echo got off that shuttle? You let yourself get swept up in the daydream of him coming towards you and hauling you into his embrace. Of course, it would never happen like that, but you could dream.

“Ships incoming!” You began to direct the team, requesting extinguishers and beckoning the med team closer but not too close. You looked around one last time to make sure there was room only to see a Larty guided by some Actis and an Aethersprite. No sign of your shuttle and you couldn’t ignore the jolt in your stomach. It meant something had gone wrong.

Upon seeing the ships were intact you let the medics in first, approaching the doors as they opened on the gunship. The first to disembark were the Jedi, you knew them by sight but that was all. And all your attention was on the clones anyway.

Fives was the first one you recognised, your heart jumping and you smiled, because if Fives was here Echo wouldn’t be far behind. You carried on looking. And looking. And looking.

Fives stood on the edge of the group, shaking off a medic and standing with his head bowed. Captain Rex approached him, his helmet tucked under his arm in much the same way Echo had held his earlier. You watched Rex put a hand on Fives pauldron, his expression marked with sorrow as he murmured to the ARC and you shook your head.

No. No…Echo had to be here. You must have just missed him in the crush. So you searched for the blue handprint, the wide shoulders, the flutter of his kama…you searched for it all and still you weren’t seeing him.

The Jedi moved away, ignoring the way General Skywalker’s gaze lingered on your frozen form as he walked past. You barely responded to questions from your team not able to think above the internal scream that was growing louder with each passing second.

Turning on your heel you disappeared into the darkness of the flight deck, hiding behind some crates as your hand clutched at your overalls. Pain radiated from the centre of your chest, leaching out into your body as you gasped desperately against the hurt. This wasn’t happening! He told you he was coming back! He said…he said.

You moaned softly, a noise of pure aching loss and you fell heavily to your knees. Tears spilled unchecked down your face and it hit you how alone you were. You couldn’t talk to anyone about this, you couldn’t show the depth of your grief because you shouldn’t be feeling it this keenly. You weren’t supposed to be in love with him.

And now Echo was…slamming your fists into the flight deck you pounded until the sides of your hands were numb. A scream threatening to rip from your chest like a living beast, pressure built behind your eyes and you could feel the grief clawing it’s way up your throat.

“Hey! Hey!” Echo! He sounded so much like Echo and right now, you were desperate for it. But it wasn’t Echo, you knew that. “You’ll break your hand.” Fives grabbed your wrists, kneeling before you, his own skin wet with tears as he pulled you up.

“Fives…” you breathed between sobs.

“I know. I know and I’m sorry.” He pulled you against him, holding you upright as you went limp in his embrace. Feeling his body shake with the pain that he felt as keenly as you. Your face contorted, still trying to hold it all in and failing. “I tried to stop him, I tried.” If Echo thought he was doing something right, not even the stars themselves could have stopped him.

“D-do you…” clearing your throat you tried to speak but the emotion that clogged your throat made it difficult. “Do you have a piece of his armour?” Fives pulled away, sitting back on his heels and putting his hands on your shoulders. Wiping your face you watched his face, already knowing the answer from the way he briefly closed his eyes as he contemplated on how to tell you. “There was nothing left?” You whispered. “Oh god.”

You shattered.

Not caring if you were heard as you mourned in the dark. Fives held you together as best he could while he fractured with his own pain. He had only learned about you in the last few hours. Echo made him promise to look after you if anything happened to him on their private com channel. And he had, he’d promised Echo without hesitation, thinking he was going to tease his brother so badly when they got back for having a secret relationship.

But now he had someone to hold together, to try and pick up the shattered pieces of your heart because Echo wasn’t here and he couldn’t help but blame himself. Tucking his face into your neck he closed his eyes and gave into his shuddering sobs.

Rex stood a little way away, making sure no one came near those crates. He refused to give details, turning everyone away until he saw Anakin approaching.

“Shouldn’t you be in the medbay, General?”

“Have you been checked?” Anakin bit back and Rex straightened his posture. He couldn’t deny the General if he ordered him away even if he wanted to with every fibre in his being. Rex’s eyes widened with surprise when Skywalker came to a stop beside him, standing to attention at his Captain’s side without a word and Rex relaxed.

Anakin gazed out at the lights of hyperspace and how they flickered through the flight deck. “Nice view,” he commented softly.

“Yes, sir. Good place to stand,” Rex agreed. His thoughts wandered back to Echo and he felt the stab of sorrow lance in his chest. He’d only just found about you, from the moment Fives followed you he knew. He had clocked Echo’s behaviour recently but kept it to himself incase he was mistaken. Now he was desolate that Echo had left you behind, but at least you weren’t alone.

You’d never be alone.

For Echo.

[fieldsofview]

Tell me about SMH!

SMH!! SMH!! SMH is my magnum opus. It's my baby. It's my pride and joy. It's my feral hyper-fixation. It's my project that proves that I can actually finish something of this scale and I'm not in fact doomed to never cross the 20k word mark (I say "finish" loosely, at 145k and counting, it's so fucking close to being done aslk;djfhas;dkj)

SMH is a story about loneliness. About repression. About sacrifice. About grief. About guilt and self-sabotage and forgiveness and mistakes and learning to let go and accepting love and taking ownership over one's life.

SMH is about how one person's choices spider-web (ha! pun intended) across the lives of everyone around them.

Spider-Man: Homesickness

Plot wise: SMH is set in July of 2029, nearly 5 years after the events of Spider-Man: No Way Home. It follows our beloved Peter Parker as he has spent nearly every waking moment, during the last 5 years, either defending his city as Spider-Man or just struggling to get by, not as Peter Parker anymore, but as Peter Strakar. New name. New identity. New life. A life where he won't let himself get too close to anyone, for fear of making the same mistakes again and getting another person he loves killed.

Through a series of choices, a series of mistakes, and a series of happenstance accidents, he's thrown into a network of people who are also, in many ways, just a little broken. He doesn't want to join them, but he's sort of forced too, anyway. Oh, and of course, he's saving his city again, as he always does.

I wanted to write the sequel I don't think the MCU will ever write for Spidey, but that had the emotional weight he deserves. The idea that he has been entirely forgotten by everyone is such a weird little area to play in and I took it to the extreme for this fic.

There are heavy mentions of The Blip and how it affected our cast of characters, as well as grief and power and responsibility. It's told from Peter's perspective, and while he tries to always do what he thinks is best, he's not perfect and he doesn't know everything. And, to top it off, he's pretty heavily in denial about several things that unfold over the story. There are a lot of moving parts amongst the background characters that he's not always privy to, but the echoes bounce around the walls of the story (I'm already considering a sequel or three from other POVs so I can explore those bits more tbh).

The supporting cast is extensive, but it primarily includes Michelle Jones-Watson, Ned Leeds, Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales, Eddie Brock, and Venom.

With that, I leave you with this little snippet from Chapter 3: Adrift

Gwen pushes through the partially opened door into some sort of office/breakroom combination. There’s a desk to the right, piled high with paperwork in front of an outdated computer. To the left, there’s a small table with a few mismatched chairs scattered about.

Leaning against the table is a beautiful redhead. Her hair is braided and fluffy down the center of her head like some kind of faux mohawk, and her makeup is a striking combination of dark and glittery. Sitting on a rusty barstool next to her is a slender, dark-haired man. His shirt seems to have once had sleeves, though they’re absent now, frayed edges accenting his broad shoulders.

If Gwen hears any of the conversation, she doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she gives a dramatic bow, bending so low that her nose nearly touches her knees. “I present to you, Peter. He’s our new friend.” She straightens, looking at the two in the room. Peter can’t see her face, but it seems as though something unspoken passes between the three of them.

“Hey,” he says lamely. “I’m, uh, excited to see you play tonight.”

“Peter, hello. Any friend of Gwen’s is a friend of ours.” The redhead walks towards him with her arms outstretched, and by the time he realizes what’s happening, she’s hugging him.

He tries really hard not to think about the fact that this is the first time anyone has hugged him, as Peter, in nearly 5 years. Sure, some people have hugged Spider-Man, especially after some tight rescues, but this is different.

An ache settles in his chest unrelated to this afternoon’s injuries.

“Thank you for coming tonight.” She pulls away from him, looking over his face in a way that makes Peter uncomfortable, though he can’t place why. “My name is Mary-Jane. You can call me Mary or MJ, whichever you prefer.”

MJ.

Nope, not doing that.

“Uh, nice to meet you, Mary.”

She gestures to the man behind her, “This brooding bastard is Harry. He’ll pretend to hate you, but insults are his love language.”

Harry stands and slings a lazy arm around Mary. “Quit giving away my secrets, MJ. And it’s nice to meet you, Pete. Gwen has told us surprisingly little about you, so I’m glad you’re here.” He holds his hand out for Peter to shake.

Gwen looks a bit sheepish at that, pulling at the cuff of her sleeve as she says, “Oh, well, you know…”

Ah. Well, no sense in embarrassing her. “We’re still getting to know each other, but I’m happy to be here. Jiji over here gave me a pretty good sales pitch.” He reaches out a hand and ruffles between the cat ears on Gwen’s hood.

She bats his hands away playfully and smiles at him. “Hey, mind the hair, Deku, I still have a crowd to impress.”

[your-local-squip-fanatic]

Factoids on Lester Leander Belenus Papadopoulos BECAUSE THEYRE NEAT AND I DONT HAVE MY RESOURCES TO WORK ON CH 3 (feral goblin noises) also wtf is with me posting so much GOD

-To recap, he's from Rhodes, later moved to Athens, then New York. He's got the Greek accent too, but he eventually was able to switch back and forth from an American accent. Just don't ask him to say "she sells seashells by the seashore." He literally can't say it and it's painful to hear him try. Oh gods, dude stop you're embarrassing yourself...

-When I was still working on the AU early on (CHRIST, I think it'll be nearly 4 or 5 years now dayumn!) I had everything down for my characters, but the only one needing finished was Lester. I simply couldn't think of how his personality should be. So I decided to use myself as a base and go from there! Trust me, the similarities will be evident once I get to his introduction in Shatterverse! And maybe this explains why his music taste is very similar to mine haha

-Speaking of his character, during the early stages I made his father a rich movie producer just to allow me room to work until I could figure out what I really wanted to do. Now, just a normal... well, mostly normal family and Lester doesn't need to worry about looking normal. (Advice: making your first draft god awful is a good way to go, trust me.)

-Lester, due to the above, was also supposed to know Piper personally and even crush on her like the hopeless romantic he is. Obviously not the case anymore, but he went from acquaintance to friend of Percy, and possibly even having met Annabeth once!

-Lester's design originally was just a copy of the cover designs, but I wanted to make him more authentic about his Greek roots, and so I gave him darker skin. And to clear confusion, I draw Canon/ToA Lester/Apollo with a green tee and paler skin. DLAU Lester!Apollo has a smidgen more roundness in his biceps (that cute lil chub) and visible acne. DLAU Lester always has his red hoodie, but his thinness and sickly pale skin should identify him quickly!

-He can do 115° heat. Cannot do anything below 60°.

-Bonus round! He will eat pretty anything but he adores seafood, favorite color is red (not the case once the series is done MWAHAHAHA) and he cares so much. Like he will play nurse if you're sick, he will comfort you after a bad day, and he will FIGHT anyone picking on you. Granted he will most likely lose, but hes defending your honor buddy. This mf is 16 and he is such a SWEETHEART. Too good, too pure for this world

Guys as soon as I get access to my books I will start work on Ch 3. It's killing me more than you guys not having it.

[notmazikeen]

The Villain | Choso Kamo

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As the girls walked arm in arm towards the door, Mazikeen was spaced out, not realizing Taiga was speaking to her. "MAZZIE!" Her brunette haired friend yelled as she waved her hand over Mazikeen's face. She came back to reality and stared blankly at the girl. "W-What?" She mumbled sounding like an idiot. Taiga furrowed her brow in worry, "You spaced out. I asked if you were going to drink tonight or smoke?"

Mazikeen looked around as she thought. "Oh sorry I'm kinda on edge I don't know why... Yea I'll drink. I don't want my dress to smell like skunk tonight though."

Taiga nodded and grabbed her friend's shoulders. "Mazzie. Calm down. We're going to be fine nobody is out to get you. Let's go fuck shit up shorty!" Maze let out a smile, she could not resist her friend's enthusiasm.

They opened the front door to a beautiful house. A two story building, with black trim accents, a black door, and black wood railing. A minimalist design, but gorgeous to say the least. Mazikeen was greeted by a swarm of people. Immediately switching to her "man eater" persona. She looked hot and she knew it, but she had to portray herself as confident too.

Mazikeen softened her eyes, giving off the impression of a resting bitch face, untouchable you could say. It was difficult to party and go out given her parents careers, so this little party filled her body with excitement.

"I'm gonna grab a drink T, go mingle I'll catch up!" Mazikeen said with a wink, as Taiga was already eyeing a boy. Taiga winked back to Maze and walked up to said boy.

Looking for a drink, she bumped into a boy. Her eyes widened and she was met with a muscular abdomen. As her eyes trailed up the man stayed in place, not saying a word. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She finally made eye contact with the boy, or somewhat did. His hair covered his eyes and the way the room was lit, it was almost ominous how his face was shadowed.

"Don't worry princess. Looking for something to drink?" His voice was deep and sweet. Mazikeen got goosebumps and shivered hearing him. Her face growing red, she was thankful the lights were dim.

"Princess? And yeah I am." She snapped back.

She was flustered. He was a very tall, muscular, hot man. Mazikeen knew she had a persona to put on though, and she could not let her guard down.

The man rolled his eyes and led her to the kitchen. When she bumped into him his scent burned her nostrils. Yet, she couldn't ignore how feral it made her. He smelt like cigarette smoke and cologne. Wait, no. There was something else, but she couldn't pinpoint a specific scent.

His tall stature made him tower over her. It made her quiver...He could easily pick her up and throw her on the bed. Mazikeen bit her lip and looked him up and down.

"Sweetheart, my eyes are up here." He chuckled and grinned. He reached for a wine cooler to hand to her, but Mazikeen quickly grabbed the drink from the counter.

"Don't call me that. I was just wondering what the hell you're wearing." She scoffs. 'Nice way to play it off. He's not gonna know what a slut you are.' He raises an eyebrow and runs his hand through his black locks.

"What you don't like a man that can dress?" He growled. He was wearing a black compression shirt, it was showing off every inch of his defined abdomen. He had on black cargo pants, and even though cargo pants are supposed to be baggy, his thighs almost filled them in.

Mazikeen opens her mouth and stares at him. She couldn't help but giggle at his comment. "You call that an outfit? Where did you come from? The gym?" Her voice was snarky, she hoped he would get a rise out of her attitude.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and laughed. "Excuse me, look at you. You're wearing a skin tight dress. Your tits and ass are barely being covered." He took a step closer to her, making her skin crawl with anticipation. He was now standing directly under the kitchen light.

Mazikeen's eyes widened and her brows furrowed. 'What the fuck? Is that a tattoo?' Her brain was utterly confused on why this man has a black line across the bridge of his nose. The man smirked at her. "Cat got your tongue?" His tone was cocky. She rolled her eyes at him and growled, "It's not my fault I have a big ass. Also what the fuck is on your nose?!" The man smiled and chuckled. "What's your name by the way?" His eyes were filled with hunger, it looked like he was going to pounce on Mazikeen.

She palmed her face gently, "Mazikeen. Answer my question dumbass." She finally decided to twist the cap off her bottle, chugging half of her drink. This man made her uneasy, but she couldn't tell if it was because he was hot as fuck, or his aura. Something was off.

"I'm Choso. I gotta go. Take care princess." He smirked and gave her one last look before walking away.

Mazikeen gasped and snarled. "You bitch! How fucking rude..." She mumbled. She slammed the last half of her drink and grabbed a shot glass. She needed to get drunk, men aren't usually that cold towards her and she was embarrassed. She poured a shot of what looks like some sort of vodka. Taking the shot she rolled her eyes and left the kitchen.

A hand grabs her arm from behind. The feeling made Maze jump. "Mazzie, they're doing shots by the pool! Let's go!" Taiga's soothing voice exclaimed. Mazikeen felt relieved, something about that man was weird. Why did he just leave her?

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It was almost midnight and Mazikeen was drunk off her ass. She had completely forgotten about her strange encounter with Choso.

Mazikeen stumbled to the front porch railing. It was somewhat peaceful, nobody was in the front yard. Just Mazikeen and her drunk ass self.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a cigarette. "Where the fuckkk~ is my lighter..." She groaned. Taking a look around she whined in distraught.

"Need a light princess?" Choso smirked. Mazikeen jumped at his words. "What the fuck! Why are you following meeee." She didn't even notice he was leaning against the house. She really shouldn't have gotten this drunk, it was dangerous.

"Pft. I was out here first. Here." He handed her a lighter and turned away. "Bye princess." As he walked away, Mazikeen whined. "Chosooo! Come here." She slurred. Choso shivered at her speech.

It made him widen his eyes and blush. Her voice sounded seductive, making him flustered and angry. "I'll see you soon. Mazikeen Tate." His voice going quieter as he mumbled her name.

Mazikeen rolled her eyes and lit her cigarette. Completely unaware of what he said. Even if she did hear, she was too intoxicated to understand.

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Mazikeen woke up with a pounding headache. "What the fuck did I drink last night." She groaned. As she sat up in bed she noticed some Tylenol and a glass of water next to her bed. Beside it was a note, 'Damn girl you got fucked up. Love you! Had so much fun<3' Taiga was an absolute angel.

Maze smiled and quickly took the medication and drank the glass of water. She set her glass down on her nightstand and picked up her phone. '1 NEW MESSAGE' Her phone read. She palmed her face and opened the text. 'Hey honey we should be back tomorrow. Hugs and kisses! Be safe baby.' It was from her mom. "Of course they won't be home." She fell back onto her pillows.

Covering her eyes with a pillow she rolled around in her bed and whined. "Why does The Red Death exist!!" Her voice a scream, but muffled from her pillow.

She quickly sat up in bed. 'Oh my gosh. I met a total hottie last night. I totally forgot.' Her eyes widened.

She blushed thinking of what happened last night. Replaying their conversations in her head. This man had no right to be that hot, and to walk away from her?! Twice!

"Choso... I need to find you again." Mazikeen sighed.