#they need a quiet room for people to relax away from the action

[raikkonens]

who’s gonna talk about how hard it is to attend races as an autistic person

[nochepsicodelica]

NSFW

I think it would be so hard for Toji to deny you of anything when you're upset to the point of crying. You always act so passive about things that bother you, for him, because he rarely falls apart on you, so who are you to dump your emotions on him like that?

You come home from a really bad day at work that never allowed your headache to cease. Everybody was turning things in late, nobody was working to beat their deadlines—extended deadlines— and you were the one who took the hits for it all, as the leader of your group. You were one more mentioned member of your team away from snapping at your boss. Thankfully, you were allowed to go home after that talk.

Toji got home before you, so he had some time to wind down from his own stressful day, but the minute you walked in, he knew there was something wrong. You barely acknowledged him, a small smile being all you offered him, before you dragged yourself to your shared bedroom. No 'hi, baby' followed by you literally tossing yourself onto him, or even a 'wow, you're home before me?'

That didn't slide with him like you may have thought it would.

He got up after waiting two minutes for you to come back out. You never did, so he went after you, immediately spotting you face down on the bed. Your body was trembling, your shoulders jumping with your sobs. It was a strange sight, but it didn't make him feel any less concerned for you. He strode over to your side, resting a palm on your back. Your body was rigid with tension, your shoulders unable to drop because of it. He's sure you'll complain about the pain once you've calmed down a little more.

It was hard to get you to talk, but eventually you spilled every detail of what made you feel this way. Toji couldn't relate to your patience. If he were disciplined for other people's actions despite doing his job of trying to catch them up and reminding them to do things, he would be livid. You aren't like that, though. Things happen at work. Things that lure out frustration, anger, and overall feelings of wanting to implode and instead of leaving it there at work, where it belongs, you bring it home. You've clearly reached your breaking point.

"Want me to kill them?" He asks, feeling you shake your head against his chest in response. "Might just do it behind your back if you come home like this again, ma. Dead serious," he says, noting that you still haven't fully relaxed in his hold. "No reason you should ever be this stressed over people not doing their jobs. Fucking idiots, acting like children because they know it all weighs down on you."

You wanted to cry again at the way he tightened his hold on you while he defended you. You sucked it up and moved off of his chest, and when he looked down to see what you were doing, you kissed him. Your hand went beneath his shirt and felt up his warm, sculpted abdomen.

Clothes were removed and you now sat on his lap, his cock deep inside you. He knew you needed this despite how you were so distraught when he came into the room. He couldn't turn you down when you asked if he could be as close to you as he could. He knew you needed to release some steam, but he didn't expect it to be so calm. You laid your head on his shoulder, your arms draped around his neck while he held you close, his hands resting on your back.

Toji cooed at you, when you started sniffling, again. Slowly but surely, you were releasing all those bottled up emotions, your tears landing on the bare skin of his shoulder.

"Shh... it's alright. You don't have to think about anything, right now." He presses a kiss to your shoulder and then one to the side of your neck, before moving his hips a little, luring some quiet sighs from you. "Yeah, let me take care of you, mama. Just gotta breathe for me. That's all you gotta do, 'kay?"

You nod against his shoulder and allow him to bring both of you, soft, intimate, and unhurried pleasure. Your moans were light and airy, your whimpers soft and muffled by his skin.

Toji's orgasm rolled in before yours. His generous amount of release coated your walls, heavy and ragged breaths grazing your skin. In his head, he blames it on being able to become a safe space for you and his ability to provide protection. Your emotions were unconfined and you confided in him to soothe you. The mixture of physical intimacy and his comforting words was enough to calm you down. Your shoulders weren't tense anymore, and you were able to melt into his embrace.

Your orgasm had your body quivering against his. The sound of your rapid breathing was all you could release into his neck, your nails dragging across his shoulders through the intensity. He smiled softly, satisfied when you let out the smallest squeak.

"That's it, baby. Good girl. Just relax." He strokes your back, stilling his hips once the zenith of your pleasure passes.

Once the adrenaline dies down a little, you go back to rest your head on his shoulder, retightening your arms around him. Toji keeps stroking your back, his other hand resting on the back of your head.

"You're not going to work tomorrow. You have... let's see... food poisoning and you can't move without feeling like you're gonna blow chunks." He can feel your laughter against him, your shoulders jumping as a positive gesture compared to how he found you, luring a smile onto his face. "I'm not taking no for an answer either. We're both out tomorrow, 'cause I can't leave you here to die. Alright?"

"Okay," you mumble.

[pathologicalreid]

Spencer x fem!reader fic based on “Work Song” by Hozier?? Whatever storyline or category you want!!

work song | S.R.

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: general cm violence, near death experience, blood, gunshot wound, hospitals. word count: 1.77k a/n: hozier song request makes my brain go brr. i hope the people of tumblr enjoy this bc i most definitely enjoyed writing it.

boys, when my baby found me

Your hair whipped your face as you spun around through the labyrinth of a warehouse that your team had found themselves in. It seemed like an impossible task, trying to navigate this space, but you had already cleared over half of the space.

A small noise, like a shoe squeaking, caught your attention, causing your ears to rise like an animal hunting for prey. Turning a corner, you had your flashlight and firearm raised, coming face to face with Morgan. The both of you relaxed ever so slightly, no longer ready to pounce.

Ricocheting throughout the warehouse, you heard a deafening gunshot. The sound bounced off of the metal walls of the building, making it almost impossible for you to determine where the sound originated from. Meeting Morgan’s eyes, he nodded his head to the left, signaling for you to go that way while he went right.

You affirmed his tactics, turning slowly and making your way to the left. The rusted building was now so eerily quiet that goosebumps were sprouting across your body, even under your bureau jacket.

Continuing your way down the narrow passageway, you saw movement inside of a room. Sliding your back along the wall, you peeked into the room, seeing two bodies on the ground. You whispered almost imperceptibly into your radio, calling for medical. One of them was the local officer that the BAU had been working the case with.

The other one was Spencer.

You pivoted so that you were entirely in the doorway, facing the UnSub, he raised his gun at you, but you were already pulling the trigger, hitting him square in the forehead. Breathing heavily, you lowered your firearm before scrambling over to Spencer.

I didn’t care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her

In your ear, you could hear Morgan shouting, “Y/N, Reid, sound off, dammit!”

Something needed to happen. You needed to do something, but you had such severe tunnel vision that the only thing you could think about was Spencer.

He was gasping for air on the metal ground of the warehouse, lying in a pool of his own blood. You observed in horror as the red puddle spread with each passing moment.

Launching into action, you tugged your jacket off, stuffing the fabric onto Spencer’s side in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. Even Kevlar vests had an Achilles heel, and the UnSub had managed to strike him precisely where there was a gap in the material. All the while, you were muttering the words, “Stay awake.” Just those two words, over and over again, like a prayer.

You hummed, using one hand to apply pressure to his wound and lifting the other so that you could smooth his hair back. His skin was alarmingly clammy, and you knew that, even with your attempts, he was losing too much blood. “Y/N,” he muttered, sounding like he was using all of his strength to say your name.

Gently, you hushed him, “It’s okay, Spence. Don’t talk, you’re gonna be just fine,” you insisted as his blood soaked through the knees of your jeans. You weren’t sure who you were trying to console at that moment.

“It makes sense-“ he said, being cut off by a cough, sending blood spurting out of his mouth. If his lung was collapsing, there was nothing you’d be able to do. You tried to shush him again, but he had more to say – he almost always did. “That I’d see you while I’m dying.”

Choking on tears, you leaned your face onto your shoulder so that you could wipe them away without moving your hands. “I’m here, I’m really here,” you urged, he wasn’t hallucinating, and he wasn’t dying. Not on your watch. “It’s me, Spence. I’m right here,” you told him carefully.

He opened his mouth again to speak, and you wanted to tell him to save his strength. You also didn’t want to deprive him of his words. “You…” his voice trailed off as he searched for the words, “You’ve always been my favorite dream.”

Sniffling, you shake your head, “I’m not a dream, I’m right here.” You told him, watching carefully as his eyelids grew seemingly heavier, “baby, open your eyes.”

in the low lamplight I was free

His skin was pallid. Even in the dim, orange light of the warehouse, you could see a sickly sheen forming on his skin. His body temperature was dropping, and it was all you could do to not cover his body with yours as you tried to keep him warm. “Spencer, please,” you rasped, urging him to open his eyes.

Your only solace was that his chest was still rising and falling. His breathing was rickety, but he was still breathing, and that had to count for something. “Spencer,” you cried, watching as blood sept through your jacket, flooding between your fingers as you tried to keep him in one piece.

“Love, open your eyes,” you begged, your eyes flooding with tears until everything was just a blur of red.

His heart was beating, you could feel it beneath your hands. A weak, unsteady beat under your trembling hands. “Baby, please, oh my god,” you pleaded, verging toward incoherent babbling.

You were second-guessing if he was still breathing. If his heart was still beating. With that realization, you screamed.

when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

At first, you were just screaming, letting the vibrations of your vocal cords portray your emotions, and then you screamed for your team. You had never felt more alone, kneeling in a puddle of Spencer’s blood, and no one was coming to help you.

This couldn’t be how it ended. You refused to acknowledge it, even as you felt the life leave his body.

Leaning your head to the side, you spoke into your radio, “I need medical. I’m in the upper west wing of the building. The suspect is dead, I have an officer and an agent down.” Tears continued to stream down your face.

You heard footsteps behind you as people piled into the room, but you didn’t dare take your eyes off Spencer. Not when there was a chance that it would be the last time you looked at him while you were both still breathing. “Agent,” someone said, but it didn’t register. They kept repeating themselves until two strong arms wrapped around you, dragging you away from Spencer.

Now sat on the floor, you clocked the paramedics that were now frantically working on Spencer, packing his wound, and cutting off the Kevlar vest.

Breathing heavily, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Rossi approached the local officer, checking his pulse. Emily was hovered over the UnSub, collecting his weapon from his corpse.

You were still being firmly held back, trying to pry the tattooed arms of Derek Morgan off of your torso. “Stop, let me get to him. I need to get to him,” you struggled against his grip, but any attempts at freedom were futile. The medics were saying awful things about a weak and thready pulse and pneumothorax.

Clinging to any semblance of hope that you could find, you listened to them talk about Spencer’s pulse, knowing that a pulse meant he was alive.

Your breathing quickened as you looked up at Morgan, Hotch was hovering behind the two of you, “I should’ve called for medical sooner.” Your voice was miserable, you had sat there with your jacket to his side for far too long. He could’ve gotten help from professionals.

“You radioed almost five minutes ago for medical,” Morgan informed you. “The EMTs just couldn’t find you in this damn maze.”

While you had no recollection of calling for help when you first found Spencer, you also knew that Morgan would get no pleasure out of lying to you.

You heard one of the paramedics say there was no pulse, and you didn’t remember anything that followed.

no grave can hold my body down

Crumpled in a ball, you picked at the crusted blood in your fingernails as you focused on the steady beeping of Spencer’s heart monitor.

According to Emily, who had been there when you woke up in the hospital, you had passed out around the time that the medics lost Spencer’s pulse. The doctor said it was just a result of stress. Thanks to some IV fluids and hydroxyzine, you were able to be discharged.

Spencer had been out of surgery for several hours now. The doctors had been careful to use the term “if he wakes up”, while you had made sure to say “when he wakes up.” You were playing the most horrendous waiting game, and there’s nothing worse than playing a game you have no interest in.

You were now donning a pair of black sweatpants and an old Academy t-shirt. Being the only team member permitted to see Spencer while he was still sleeping – girlfriend privileges, as Morgan phrased it – you waited with only the noises of his monitor to keep you company in the ICU.

Nurses came in and out, trying to manage his pain without the use of narcotics, making sure his blood transfusions were helping, and every once in a while, they’d check on you.

At this point, you had been nursing the same cup of ice water for hours, remembering the last thing Spencer had said to you: You’ve always been my favorite dream.

There was something so peculiar about being with someone who read so much, especially when he said such eloquent things while bleeding to death. You sighed, slumping back in the chair, you looked back at Spencer, only to be surprised that he was looking right back at you.

You jumped slightly in the chair, leaning over so that you could look at him, “Hey,” you whispered, maintaining the reverent tones of the Intensive Care Unit. “How do you feel?”

He’d lie to you and tell you he was fine, but you could tell by the way his heart rate increased that it was a lie. His eyebrows furrowed as he clocked the white patient ID bracelet on your wrist and your bloodshot eyes, “You’ve been crying,” he observed.

Despite yourself, you smiled softly, “I thought you were dead.” Your voices were each raspy, yours from screaming and his from being intubated.

Slowly, he unfolded his arm so that his hand was extended to you. Without a second thought, you placed your hand in his. He hummed softly, “And leave you? Never.”

I’ll crawl home to her

[tsumuus]

bakugou with a s/o who’s love language is physical touch

Being in a relationship with Bakugou Katsuki was like navigating a storm. His intensity, sharp tongue, and aversion to most things mushy or sentimental were well-known, and you had learned to adapt to his ways over time. You knew he wasn’t one for touchy displays of affection; in fact, you were more than aware of his discomfort when people got too close. It was just who he was- a man who cherished his personal space, who communicated more with his actions and words than through physical touch.

But physical touch was your love language. It was how you expressed affection, comfort, and care. A gentle brush of fingers, a soft hug from behind, or even just holding hands- it made you feel connected, loved. Yet, for the sake of Katsuki, you always held back, afraid to push boundaries, afraid that your touch might feel like an intrusion rather than a comfort. You understood him, respected his space, and never wanted to make him uncomfortable, even if that meant stifling your natural instincts.

Still, there were times when the need to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin, became overwhelming. On those days, you settled for brushing your arm against his, or leaning your head on his shoulder for a brief moment before pulling away. You told yourself it was enough. But sometimes, you longed for more.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was more perceptive than he let on. He noticed the way your hand hesitated before reaching for his, the way you quickly pulled away after a brief touch, the way your shoulders slumped ever so slightly when he moved away too quickly. He knew you were holding back, that you were trying not to burden him with your need for physical affection.

And damn it, it made him feel like an idiot.

He wasn’t blind to how much you loved him, nor was he oblivious to how you expressed that love. You were all soft touches and warm embraces, while he was all rough edges and biting remarks. It was an odd combination, but it worked. Still, the thought of you feeling like you had to restrain yourself for his sake left a bitter taste in his mouth.

One evening, after a particularly long day of training, the two of you were lounging on the couch, the quiet hum of the television filling the room. You were curled up on one end, a safe distance away from him, your hands tucked under your legs as if you were trying to keep them from reaching out. Katsuki, for once, wasn’t in the mood for distance.

He shifted closer to you, making you glance up in surprise. Without a word, he reached out, his hand finding yours and pulling it from under your legs. His grip was firm but not rough, his fingers intertwining with yours as he tugged you toward him.

“Katsuki?” You questioned softly, uncertain of his intentions.

“Come here,” he muttered, his voice low and gruff. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you against his side. It was uncharacteristic of him, this sudden display of affection, but you didn’t protest. Instead, you let yourself melt into his warmth, your heart pounding in your chest as you rested your head against his shoulder.

His touch was hesitant at first, almost awkward as if he was unsure of how to navigate this. But then, as he felt you relax against him, he allowed himself to do the same. His arm around your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. Your hand, still held in his, was brought up to rest against his chest, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your knuckles.

“You don’t have to hold back, you know,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “You wanna touch me, then touch me. I don’t care.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. It wasn’t often that Katsuki was this straightforward about his feelings. You knew he cared, knew he loved you, but he rarely expressed it so openly.

“Are you sure?” you asked, still hesitant despite his words.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replied, his tone slightly irritated, but you could hear the underlying softness in it. “You think I don’t notice when you pull away? I’m not a damn idiot. I know you need this.”

You bit your lip, your eyes stinging with unshed tears as you squeezed his hand. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

“You don’t,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “It’s just… different with you, okay? I’m not used to it, but… I don’t hate it. I kinda like it, actually. So stop holdin’ back.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, warmth flooding your chest as you leaned up to press a soft kiss against his jaw. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

He grumbled something under his breath, but you could see the faint blush creeping up his neck, and it only made your smile widen. You knew he wasn’t the type to initiate touch often, and you never expected him to be. But knowing that he was willing to make this effort for you, that he was willing to let you in just a little bit more, made your heart swell with love for him.

You snuggled closer to him, your free hand reaching up to run through his hair, and this time, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a contented sigh, his eyes closing as he relaxed against you.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was more than enough.

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[goldfades]

took 28 years of blood i was lost in / to feel loved on my own birthday / and i always felt like i's in between somethin' / like home and somewhere far away / how lucky are we? | JOE BURROW⁹

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The morning light spills through the curtains, painting the room in streaks of pale gold. It's a soft kind of brightness, the kind that coaxes you awake instead of demanding it. You stretch, limbs tangled in the warmth of the duvet, and blink up at the ceiling. There’s something about this morning—something weightier than usual, though not in a bad way.

From the corner of the room, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts in, warm and inviting. You glance over your shoulder, catching sight of him by the kitchen counter. Joe’s back is to you, broad shoulders relaxed as he leans down to inspect the French press. The faint scrape of a spoon echoes as he stirs the dark liquid, his movements unhurried, methodical. He doesn’t notice you watching, too caught up in whatever quiet thoughts he’s nursing.

The house feels alive in a way it doesn’t every day. Maybe it’s the sunbeam cutting across the worn hardwood floors or the faint hum of the city waking up beyond the windows. Or maybe it’s the occasion, that little detail you’ve tucked into the corner of your mind all week, waiting for the right moment to spring it on him.

Your gaze lingers on him longer than it should, tracing the familiar lines of his frame. There’s a comfort in watching him like this, grounded and steady, completely unaware of how easily he commands a room—even if the room is just your living room at 8 a.m.

"Morning," he says, without turning around. His voice is low, gravelly from sleep, and it carries over the space like a private secret meant just for you.

You don’t answer right away, still caught in the soft spell of watching him. There’s something calming about this moment—the quiet intimacy of it, the way the outside world feels distant and inconsequential. The sun keeps creeping through the curtains, stretching its fingers across the floor and brushing against the edge of the couch. The air is tinged with the faint aroma of coffee, earthy and familiar, and a trace of cinnamon—your favorite, which he always remembers.

Joe finally glances over his shoulder, eyebrows raising in faint amusement when he catches you staring. His hair is still messy, sticking up at odd angles, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "What?" he asks, the single word filled with a kind of knowing.

"Nothing," you say, though the slight curve of your lips betrays you. You shift under the covers but make no move to get up. The bed feels too good, too warm. And honestly, watching him feels even better.

He doesn’t push you for more. Instead, he pours the coffee, filling a pair of mismatched mugs you’d picked out together at some antique store last summer. He turns, and the sunlight catches the sharp line of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble along his cheeks. He crosses the room with the easy, unhurried strides that always make him seem so at ease, like he knows exactly where he’s going and he’s in no rush to get there.

“Here,” he says, handing you a mug. The ceramic feels solid and warm in your hands, a tangible connection to the morning and to him. The smell hits you first, rich and slightly spiced, and it’s impossible not to smile.

“You didn’t have to,” you murmur, your voice still thick with sleep.

He raises an eyebrow as he sinks into the bed beside you, one arm propped casually on his knee. “You say that every morning. I always do.”

You sip the coffee, savoring the taste as much as the moment. “I’m just saying you’re spoiling me.”

“Someone has to,” he quips, his tone light, but the way his gaze softens when it meets yours says something else entirely. Something quieter, deeper.

Outside, the world begins to stir—the faint sound of car engines starting up, distant chatter from the street below—but here, in this little pocket of time, it’s just the two of you. The morning stretches ahead, open and full of possibilities, and though neither of you has said it aloud yet, you both know today isn’t just any day.

But he doesn’t mention it, not yet. And you don’t either. For now, the moment is enough. The quiet warmth, the way his knee brushes yours when he shifts closer, the way his smile lingers long after his lips have stopped moving. It’s unspoken, but it’s there, humming in the air between you.

“Big plans today?” you ask, your tone teasing, though you’re careful not to give too much away.

He leans back against the headboard, mug in hand, and shrugs with that easy charm that drives you a little crazy. “Depends. What do you have in mind?”

You take another sip of coffee, letting the question hang there for a moment. There’s something in his eyes, a flicker of curiosity, of anticipation, like he’s trying to piece together what you’re hiding. But you don’t give him the satisfaction. Not yet.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” you say, your voice lilting with mischief.

Joe chuckles, low and rumbling, and the sound warms you more than the coffee ever could. “You’re not gonna make this easy, are you?”

You grin, setting your mug down on the nightstand and tucking your legs beneath you. “Where’s the fun in that?”

The day is only just beginning, but the promise of it, the weight of what it means, hangs between you like a thread waiting to be pulled. For now, though, you’ll let him wonder.

You set your mug down with exaggerated care, the ceramic clinking softly against the nightstand. Then, before he can react, you grab his free hand and tug, your fingers wrapping around his as you pull him toward the bed.

“C’mon, old man,” you tease, grinning as you lean back into the pillows, dragging him closer. “Shouldn’t you be resting those ancient bones on your big day?”

Joe raises an eyebrow, a look of mock offense flashing across his face as he lets you pull him down beside you. “Old man? Really? I’m in my prime.”

You laugh, a bright sound that fills the space between you, and it’s contagious. He shakes his head, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he stretches out next to you, one arm slipping beneath your head to cradle it while his other hand rests against your side.

“Prime, huh?” you shoot back, narrowing your eyes playfully. “What’s next? Are you gonna start talking about your glory days?”

Joe smirks, his grin boyish and disarming as he props himself up on one elbow to look at you. “My glory days? You mean like yesterday, when I carried four bags of groceries up your stairs without breaking a sweat? Or last week, when I beat you at cards? Again?”

You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “If those are your highlights, we really do have a problem, Grandpa.”

His laugh rumbles low in his chest, and he pulls you closer, his body relaxing fully into the mattress. There’s something about the way he looks at you in moments like this—completely at ease, the weight of the world slipping from his shoulders—that makes you feel like you’ve won some small, unspoken victory.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch is light, affectionate. “I hope you’re planning to make up for all this slander later.”

“Oh, I am,” you say, your tone light and teasing, though the weight of your plans makes the words feel like a secret between you and the universe. You poke his chest with your finger, your voice dropping into a mock-conspiratorial whisper. “But for now, I’m just here to remind you of your mortality.”

Joe groans dramatically, flopping onto his back with a hand over his heart. “Twenty-eight and apparently on my deathbed. Thanks for the support.”

You laugh again, turning on your side to face him. “Hey, I’m just trying to keep you humble.”

He tilts his head toward you, his grin softening into something quieter, warmer. “You keep me humble every day,” he says, and though it’s said with a laugh, the sincerity lingers between the lines.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. The quiet hum of the city outside fills the space, mingling with the steady rhythm of your breathing. Then, Joe shifts, his eyes narrowing with faux suspicion. “You do have plans, don’t you?”

You smirk, shrugging noncommittally. “Maybe.”

“Big plans?”

“Could be.”

“Are you gonna tell me?”

You lean forward, your voice dropping into a playful murmur as your lips brush close to his ear. “Not a chance.”

He groans, falling back against the pillows, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth gives him away. “Fine,” he says, crossing his arms like he’s giving up. “But I’m warning you—if it’s a surprise party, I’m not wearing a stupid hat.”

You burst out laughing, and he grins, watching you like he’s already won. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” you say, echoing his words from earlier.

Joe sighs dramatically, but the look in his eyes tells you he doesn’t mind waiting. Not when it’s you, and not when the morning feels this perfect.

The day unfolded with an easy rhythm, the kind that made you wonder why time always felt faster when you were with him. After a lazy morning filled with playful banter and too many cups of coffee, the two of you ventured out into the crisp autumn air, hand in hand. Joe, dressed in a hoodie and a backward cap, still managed to draw a few stares—though whether it was because of his status or the magnetic way he carried himself, you couldn’t tell.

“Alright,” he said as the two of you pulled up to the auto shop. “Explain to me again why we’re here.”

You smirked, slipping out of the car before he could protest further. “Because,” you called over your shoulder, “every Batmobile needs an upgrade. Isn’t that what you said last week?”

Joe groaned, trailing after you. “I was joking.”

“No, you weren’t.”

Inside, the shop smelled of motor oil and rubber, the kind of place Joe could spend hours in without realizing it. His eyes lit up as he scanned the shelves of parts and accessories, the familiar excitement bubbling under his cool exterior. And while he tried to act casual, you caught the way his fingers lingered on a particularly sleek steering wheel or the latest sound system display.

When the cashier rang up the parts, Joe turned to you, eyebrows raised in alarm as you handed over your card.

“Absolutely not,” he said, reaching for his wallet.

“Too late,” you replied, grinning as you tapped the card against the reader.

“Seriously, let me—”

“Joe,” you interrupted, stepping closer, your voice teasing but firm. “Consider it part of your birthday present. Relax.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly torn between gratitude and indignation. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you’re welcome,” you shot back, linking your arm through his as you headed for the door.

The afternoon slipped by in a blur of laughter and little moments. He drove you through quiet streets, the windows cracked just enough to let the crisp breeze in.

By the time dinner rolled around, the two of you were comfortably buzzed on the high of a perfect day. Joe had picked the restaurant—a cozy spot with low lighting and a menu he couldn’t stop raving about. The moment the check landed on the table, he lunged for it with an intensity that made you laugh out loud.

“Absolutely not,” he said, holding the little black folder like it was a football in the fourth quarter. “You’re done spending money on me today.”

“Fine, fine,” you relented, throwing up your hands in mock surrender. “But only because I’m full and too lazy to argue.”

He grinned triumphantly, tossing his card inside. “Smart choice.”

But the best part of the day came later, under the glow of a thousand tiny lights strung across a rooftop you’d rented out just for the occasion.

The surprise had been months in the making. A customized outdoor simulator setup—something Joe had mentioned in passing once, half-joking, as he raved about his favorite quarterbacks' training techniques. The space was equipped with everything he could need: targets, virtual reality tech, and even a mini field marked out for drills.

When you led him up the stairs, he paused at the door, eyeing you with suspicion. “What’s going on?”

“Just open it,” you said, biting your lip to keep from grinning.

When he stepped inside, his jaw dropped. For the first time all day, Joe looked genuinely stunned, his usual calm composure giving way to a wide-eyed, boyish excitement.

“No way,” he said, stepping forward as his eyes darted between the setup and you. “This is—how did you even—”

You shrugged, trying to downplay it even though your heart was racing. “You’ve been talking about something like this forever. Figured it was about time you had it.”

He turned to you then, and the look on his face was enough to make all the planning worth it.

“This is incredible,” he said, his voice softening. Then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly. “You’re incredible.”

As Joe stood there, still processing the grand surprise, he turned to you with a look so full of gratitude and awe that it stole your breath. Then, without a word, he closed the distance between you, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you—fiercely, passionately, like the world had slipped away and it was just the two of you.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his grin was dazzling. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection. Before you could respond, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you effortlessly.

“Joe!” you squealed, laughing as he spun you around, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for balance. The room blurred around you, the lights twinkling like something out of a movie.

He laughed too, the sound rich and unrestrained, as if the weight of his world had completely lifted. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?” he said, his tone light but his words sincere.

The night transformed into something magical as the two of you got lost in the moment, leaving everything else behind. Time felt like an afterthought, the hours slipping by unnoticed as you stayed wrapped up in each other. The setup went untouched, forgotten in favor of kisses and kind of closeness that made the world feel smaller, more intimate.

It wasn’t until nearly midnight that the two of you finally left the room, your cheeks flushed and his hair a little messier than before. The night ended the way it began—just the two of you, completely in sync.

As the night finally settled and Joe lay beside you, his arm draped possessively over your waist, you could feel the weight of the day melting off both of you. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated his features—relaxed, content, and so deeply at peace it made your heart ache.

“Today was perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion but warm with sincerity.

You smiled, running your fingers lazily through his hair. “You deserved it, Joey. Every second of it.”

His eyes fluttered shut, but he wasn’t done talking. Sleep was tugging at him, pulling him under, but he fought it just enough to keep the words coming.

“I don’t… don’t know how I got so lucky,” he muttered, his words slurring slightly. “You—you're amazing, you know that? Like, actually amazing. The best girlfriend ever.”

You chuckled softly, leaning closer. “Go to sleep, birthday boy.”

But he shook his head weakly, his lips twitching into a half-smile. “No, I mean it. You do all this stuff for me, and I don’t… I don’t say it enough. I’m grateful for you. For this. For us.”

His hand tightened slightly on your waist, as if grounding himself in your presence. “Don’t know what I’d do without you. Probably... drive the Batmobile into a tree or something.”

You laughed quietly, but he didn’t notice—his words were becoming more disjointed, softer.

“You’re the best thing... ever happened to me,” he murmured, barely audible now. “Love you so much, baby. So much.”

And then, just like that, he was asleep, his breathing evening out, his body completely relaxed against yours. And as Joe fell asleep beside you, his arm draped protectively over your waist and a contented smile still playing on his lips, you could tell he wasn’t thinking about football or fame. He was thinking about you.

You stayed awake a little longer, your hand resting lightly on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His sleepy ramblings replayed in your mind, each word wrapping around your heart like a warm blanket.

For him, 28 wasn’t just another year. It was the beginning of something even better—and it had everything to do with the way you made his world brighter.

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[goldsbitch]

Hypochondria

part 4 to p1, p2, p3

He can sense her emotions, she feels his pain. Baby steps, that's the only way to go.

author's note: guess who's back - and a promised smut chapter turned into slow burn. any reported typos are appreciated. there will be p5.

"I'm sorry, Lando - this all just so bizarre. I'm barely taking it in. Literally don't understand how you're so calm."

He laughed gently. "Well, I did have few extra days to process. And hearing my name roll of your tongue is distracting enough," he said flirtatiously.

Her cheeks went red and her mind stopped, head getting filled with desire and lust. Lando's lips turned into a wide smile, him feeling her arousal as if she was screaming it loudly to his face.

"Glad to see my words have an effect on you. This is indeed going to be fun..."

Lando was on cloud nine. He was just staring at her as if she was a miracle. Her deep eyes unable to stay away from looking at him and lips that had a silent invitation written on them.

He was high on the way how relaxed she felt, proud that he made her feel like that. It was as if there was no yesterday or tomorrow. Just them and the couch. And after few moments of silence and collecting his bravery, Lando leaned in and kissed her.

It was clear to him from the moment he took her upper lip in that he'd give anything for this moment to take at least a thousand years. She did not hesitate and kissed him back immediately. The sweetest touch a woman can give. Leaned in and let nature do its miracles. He smiled into her lips and pushed himself closer to her, making her sink in the couch.

It was right then when a loud, impatient knock nearly sent them both into shock. Lando froze and back away from Y/N little bit, furious with whomever that dared to disturb a key moment in their lives.

"Lando, I apologize, but we have an urgent matter on our hands."

He rolled his eyes and let a deep breath out, recognizing the voice of his workoholic PR manager. This was not the first and probably the last time he had to tell his team off in the dark of the night. Internet never sleeps.

"Can it really not wait this time until tomorrow?" he said before he gave Y/N shameful and apologetic look. She just kept herself quiet, sunken into the comfy couch.

"I'm afraid we will need some immediate action," came from behind the door after another impatient knock.

Lando got his phone out to check the time, only to see 17 missed calls from several people.

"Ok, I'm coming."

He half opened the door to a very flustered PR manager, who looked like he was about to announce a coming tornado. Lando just raised his eyebrows, encouraging him to spill the beans and then planning on dismissing him.

"Anita released a break up TikTok. It's going viral."

As far as emergencies go, this one felt to Lando like a second-tier one. He was more concerned about the anxiety he felt coming from Y/N. Kind of wished she was kept out of it, for her own good.

"I'm sure we can address this in few hours," Lando replied calmly.

"She accused you of cheating. In a very colorful manner, I must say," the guy continued, as if he was not confident enough to fully explain the situation. "I'm in touch with her publicist, so that we can come up with a joint statement online. Apparently she won't talk to anyone but you."

Lando stayed silent, the only thing he really wanted was to close the door and return to the couch.

"We can't have another cheating scandal. McLaren will get involved," he pleaded once again in hopes of finally convincing Lando.

Deep breath. "Sure. Can I meet you at the lobby or somewhere in few minutes?" Lando caved in. A puzzled look flashed over his PR's manager, because usually Lando preferred to solve his crises in the comfort of his suite. The driver hoped no comment would come his way. After few seconds, the guy finally nodded.

"Understand, sure. I'll see if we can get the conference room."

He closed the door and tried to brace himself for any type of reaction Y/N might have. But deep inside he knew - seen it countless times. She abruptly got up, fixed her clothes, flashed him only one quick look before avoiding his face completely.

"Um, I'm gonna-"

"Yeah," he said, letting her pass by. The reality hit hard. She barely knew him. Somehow, the air got flooded with inescapable loneliness.

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Y/N tried her best to follow her daily routine the following week. The memory of her running away from Lando's room like a little child chasing her like a nightmare. It was just so humiliating. The guilt, unjustified, was eating her up. She tried to stay away from social media, but her will was not strong enough. Late night scrolling included absorbing lot of Lando hate.

He also did his best to keep himself busy and focus on his job. If it had been any other person, he'd already be chasing Y/N down and try to reason with her, get this experience behind them and keep starting fresh. Perhaps he was lucky, that he knew her and if he's pushed immediately, she'd just hide even more.

He found himself on the track during free practice, constantly stealing glances over to the medical tents, just to get a glimpse of his guilt-ridden soulmate. All he wanted to do was shake some sense to her. That evening he finally snapped. No more hiding. He was about to get creative.

So there he was, alone once again, in a random hotel room, in a city he barely remembered the name of, trying to get a hand of morse code. Something he never thought would be his issue, ever. It was a shot in the dark. Pinch a message into his arm and hoping she'd understand his intention. After all, she felt his pain, so he figured if he was annoying enough, she'd have no choice but to show up. Many curse words were uttered about the absurdity and difficulty of it all, before Lando got a hand of it. He opted to focus on the rhytmn and after he felt confident enough, abandoned tapping into a table and began pinching his left hand.

Let's talk. Room 1014. Please.

Over and over again. It was so incredibly annoying. But, he was going to persevere even if it meant having a bruise tomorrow.

After what felt like like seven thousand years - a knock on the door.

This was it, he thought as he opened the door to equally annoyed person. She shot arrows from her eyes and he could not help but smirk. She cracked the code, but he won.

"Now, let's get one thing clear," she opened with, hands firmly on her hips, "you are not going to use this trick outside of an emergency. Ok?". Her face did this strange twitch, she obviously had a hard time admitting he won that round. He leaned over the door frame, not caving in to her anger. Stood like a patient anchor, waiting for the sea to calm down. She shifted her weight from one leg to another, failing at keeping her look so stern. It's been few days since they last locked eyes. She could practically sink in his. He just gave her a small nod, definitely not planning on misusing this ever again. Absolutely not.

"I'm glad you understood," he said and let her walk in. Was he nervous? That was probably the closest thing to describe it.

"I don't know the Morse code, so that made it super fun," she proclaimed and stopped in the middle of the living room, not sitting down on any of the chairs or couches.

"Me neither. But you better learn it, you never know..." he teased and walked dangerously close to her. She kept her gaze down.

She spoke before he could say any more cheeky lines. "So, I'm here. Anything specific you wanted to say that exceeded your ability of speaking in Morse code?" Her attitude hurt. However, he was not going to let her push him away so easily. "Y/N, this is not going to work on me. You can't push me away so easily, so just try and stop it. Please." Big gulp on her part followed by a light nod. "Good. Listen, I don't want to let this fizzle out so easily. It's hard to think about anything else once I've met you. I'm sorry about the whole break up mess. It's not fair to you. But, in my defense, I had no idea I'd just randomly be sat next to...you," he said, practically breathing out the last word.

She began walking frantically. "It's...um, it's a lot. Your world. And then the fact you seem to know things and are so far ahead in this game."

"It's not a game to me, Y/N," he said, watching her pace around the room.

She stopped by the bed and sat on it, finally able to look at him again. "Ok, bad word, but still," she paused and searched for the right words. "We have nothing to connect with...I mean nothing real."

Lando was not going to buy into doubts. His mind was set. Slowly, he walked towards her and sat next to her.

"Does it scare you? That you are tied to me basically against your will?" he asked the one thing he was afraid to hear the answer to. But he figured that the beginning was never suppose to be easy anyway.

"A little bit. Actually yes, it does," she said, in a strangely releaved tone and his heart sank just few stories lower. Lost in his own head, he nearly missed her giving up on sitting and landing on her back with a thud, eyes locked with the ceiling.

"I never liked being pushed into things. It's my life, I get to call the shots," she began to let her thoughts run freely.

"Choosing something that comes to you willingly does not have mean giving up your free will...I'd just like to at least give this a chance. I know already that I can't be your friend," he whispered, turned his look towards her and slowly lowered himself on his back as well, lost in his thoughts once again.

Lando's body laid still, but his heart was beating as if he was in the final quali lap. He had the advantage, drew the better card. Unique insight into another human's soul. Short cuts and few cheat answers for any test ahead of them. So why did it make him feel all the more lonely? He was reaching out, confused in the exact same capacity as she was, but she was not giving him much back. Yet. If was obvious. He was miles ahead of her, not thanks to his own doing. He could be there for her, but it would take some time and a lot of luck for her to be able to be there for her.

"Can you stay here? For the night?" he asked in a soft low voice, unable to hide his own vulnerability. "Not like, you know," he added immediately, hoping he comes off the least creepy as possible, "Just like this." Baby steps. He was praying for just that.

The body next to him also laid still in a very stiff manner, the exact opposite of relaxed. But the pull towards him was just too loud to resist. It was stronger than her. Curiosity tripped over the tiny fear inside her, grabbed the innate desire for human connection by the hand, and together opened the door for Lando to enter.

"Yes," she whispered, wondering if there is anything she wanted to add.

A small smile crept onto Lando's face. He got up and shot the light off. Both of them settled in a more relaxed pose, albeit still fully dressed. If by some miracle he manages to fall asleep, he will be waking up next to this magnificent, magical being for the first time. And hopefully not the last.

They laid next to each other, like the strangers they were, for few minutes, before she found her own little hand reaching out for his. Soft fingers mixed with his. At that moment, you could hear a pin drop. Lando's heart almost stopped, his breath caught in and resulted in gulp, too loud for the current setting. She could not help but smile and tried to hide it with pressing her lips together - even though it was dark night and both of them had their eyes closed. He mimicked her movements and traced her fingers as well. Every little place he touched burned with intoxicating intensity. He held her index finger lightly while she brushed up and down his thumb.

For the first time in years, Lando was careful. He'd rather lie next to her in silence than risking her wanting him to leave. The guilt from bruising her with his crash still hadn't left his mind. But when her hand crept more and more inside of his, he could not help but circle around it, until he was covering her hand completely. The air was still. Two scared souls discovering each other, tiptoeing around as if they were made of glass. Once Lando started drawing little circles on the palm of her hand, he finally felt her beginning to relax. He was still trying to get his mind wrapped around how the whole connection worked. Perhaps the more open she was to communicating with him, the more of a window he got. His next words slipped through without much of a thought.

"I've dreamt about you probably thousand nights."

Y/N could not recall the last time she heard a sentence that sounded so honest. Raw, it was almost childlike. She thought about her own countless nights when she slept alone and longed for a soul to crawl to. And also all those times she wasn't alone in the middle of the night, yet it still felt like eating someone else's dinner. The emptiness never truly filled. Hand never fitting someone else's like a well-fitted glove. Was there ever anyone who told her something like this before? Probably not. Of course not.

"I'm scared," she repeated.

"I know," he smirked for himself only. "I can feel it...But can you please tell me what's scaring you at this moment? I'd love to understand."

This time it was her who chuckled and squeezed his hand a bit. His heart once again beating so loudly he was scared she could hear it.

"I randomly meet this man, this devilisly handsome guy, who seems to know things I've never even told anyone, is hyperaware of my emotions, as if they were his own...How am I suppose to resist this?"

"Why would you?"

"If we proceed with this, I am basically allowing you to become a weapon designed to destroy me. If, or more likely when, I fall for you...How can anyone else ever top that? If you decide that you're bored with me, I'll quite literally only be left with bruises."

He listened to every word, as if it was a gospel, and this time took a second to calculate his response. Lando opened his eyes to try and see a glimpse of her face in the dead of night, only to find her already looking at him.

"As far as I remember, you were always a part of my life. The one constant that does not leave," he said and licked his dry lips. If she was becoming vulnerable, he'd have to do the same. "If I fuck this up, if you decide that I am not worth spending time with and if you walk away...I'll still be left with the glimpses. I'll have to watch from afar, knowing you don't feel this. Funnily enough, I'd argue that you have the option to choose. I don't."

"And do you even want it? Would you-" she tried to continue with her question, but he interrupted her immediately.

"Of course. Hundred times over. I know you're scared, but I am scared too. Because there is a perfect piece of puzzle right in front of me and if I fuck it up, I am ruined for life."

She only saw a small reflection of light in his eyes, but that was enough to understand he was serious. Her shoulders relaxed and she let a breath she didn't know she had been holding, out.

"Well, good to know you are a dramatic person," she responded, trying to lighten up the mood.

It worked, his small smirk entered the chat again. "Yeah well, get use to it," he said with a new found confidence, tried his luck once more and scooted over to her just a little bit.

"Sorry, there was a hard spot in the matrace," he said cheekily and closed his eyes, trying to play it cute.

His body heat radiated towards her. "Of course, a hard spot in this top-of-the-world matrace," she questioned his argument with a smile, his magic getting her head-over-heels.

"Yes, I'll complain with to the staff tomorrow, these things can really fuck up your sleep, you know."

"So true. And what, have you solved it now?" Another door opened. Lando smiled.

"Still not perfect," he remarked, pretended to have a moment to think and finally moved all the way next to her and put his arm around her. "Yeah, this is the only way I'm afraid."

She was glad his eyes were closed, because her smile was impossible to hide. Both of them were fully aware there is no hard spot on the matrace. "Of course it is," she commented, as she settled down in his embrace.

Her face was now settled in crook of his neck, her uneven breaths leaving goosebumps on his skin. His light stubble teasing her forehead. Once again, Lando was overwhelmed just how well she fit in his embrace. He had to actively try and breathe regularly, because he was anxious about giving away just how much he was enjoying having her in his embrace. Her hand was pressed against his chest and Y/N had to fight every cell in her body, because the urge to explore his body was overcoming her. Lando shifted a bit, having to to try and find a spot where his belt wasn't pressing on his body in a way that hurt. Immediately, he felt a sudden wave of guilt coming from her and she bolted straight up. Had he fucked it all up? He cursed himself, he should have just pushed through it.

He forgot to take in the fact she felt his pain. "What's wrong?" he asked shyly, as he also sat up to match her moves.

She took a deep breath. "I don't want to seem like I'm suggesting something, but can we get out of our daily clothes? I hate sleeping like that." Who would like that anyway, was the thought that crept into Lando's mind, but he kept it for himself, more than overjoyed that he didn't have to suggest that. "Sure, no problem."

"Do you have some t-shirt I could borrow?" she asked, turning on the light next to his bed, sitting with her back turned to him, perhaps trying to hide away. Lando tried his best not to get shaken up and loose his cool. This wasn't her running away and it was also not her suggesting anything.

"Of course," he said and got up to search up the best clean t-shirt her had. She took a deep breath as she tried not to stare, guessing by the sounds that he was getting undressed. But, as she did, she was happy he did not see her blush. Just like he did before, she forgot to take in account that he felt her sudden arousal and curiosity without having to look at her. For a change, he was happy he had his advantage. He peeked over to her, seeing her abrupt turn back. It was hard not to be amused by her.

"Here you go," he said as he strolled back over to her and handed her his t-shirt. "Don't worry, I won't look," he informed her and as the cheeky guy he was deep down, added his signature wink. "I'm sure there is an extra tooth brush in the bathroom, if you wanna join," he continued and walked over to the other side of the suite, hoping she was watching him walk around in boxers only.

Finally having some distance and a minute to contain herself, she carefully undressed, leaving on only her panties and his shirt on. Only then she noticed just how intoxicating his natural smell was. Knowing well enough she was doomed.

When Y/N finally joined him in the bathroom, he gave her the second toothbrush in silence and kept brushing his own teeth. It was refreshing seeing her in such an intimate setting. He tried as best as he could not to notice just how hot she looked in his t-shirt. Watching her in the reflection, he realized he never appreciated a moment like that with anyone else before. He smiled at her, because he could see her shy nature peeking through causing her hair behind her ear.

She was about to join him back in the bed when she saw him placed right in the middle of the bed, far from when was last time she approached him like that.

"It's the hard spot, there is no other way," he brushed over it nonchalantly and tucked himself in the bed. "Come on, here, here," he patted a spot next to him. In the dim light, with shadows only highlighting his toned chest, curly hair falling over to his eyes, innocent smile and opened arms, he was like a mystical creature created only to entrap Y/N. At least, that's how that felt. No way back.

She slipped in the bed with him, to the exact position as they were just minutes ago and turned of the light once again. This time, Lando was way more relaxed even Y/N noticed the difference. With each passing moment it was becoming less and less stiff or awkward. Comfort replacing natural stress of sharing a bed with a stranger for the first time. For a brief second, it was as if they'd done this every night before drifting off to sleep. Lando was happy to take things slow. Not expecting anything more. He was content with knowing she was not planning on leaving him there alone that night and that was enough. Not for Y/N. Her body was acting way before her mind could stop her. Her now warm fingers started drawing little stars on his exposed chest. It was peaceful. Until her finger moved a little lower. Another gulp from Lando. She felt him tightening his grip on her.

"Careful now...I might get the wrong idea," he breathed out for only her to hear.

Their lips were so riddiculously close, yet too far away. The only thing she wanted to do was kiss him. All restraint suddenly gone. But she needed to be sure - did he wanted to kiss her? If she dared to ask him, he'd laugh out loud at the obviousness of it all. Poor guy didn't notice her desire because he spent all of his energy trying to hide his.

She licked her lips. "Wrong idea...like sending me away?"

Loud sigh from Lando. "No..the wrong wrong idea," he whispered, being so close to her she could feel his soft breath, as he started to move his hard up her arm, under the t-shirt he gave her. She became very aware of the fact she was not wearing a bra, something Lando noticed the moment she came to the bathroom. His arm stopped momentarily at her shoulder. " Wrong idea that you want me to do this..." he continued moving his hand again, "...or this," reached up to her collarbone while pressing her closer to him with his other arm. "Or heaven forbid..." he whispered a question as his lips were nearly touching hers. Lando was too scared to make the first move, still afraid she might vanish into thin air.

She was brave enough to close the gap. "Or this." With that, she kissed him.

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@ushygushybaby

[tyuns-world]

⋆ ༘ Forbidden ⋆ ༘

Pairing: fem!reader x choi soobin x choi yeonjun

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), threesome, stepcest

Summary: The tension between you and Yeonjun reaches a boiling point when he competes with your soon-to-be stepbrother, Soobin, for your attention at a party.

Wc: 2k

You knew what you were doing was utterly wrong. You knew he could hear you through the thin walls of your family's vacation home, but you didn't care. You needed to get off, and the thought of your brother's best friend, Yeonjun, hearing just made it all the more thrilling.

You even drew out some of your moans so he could hear better if he was listening in. Of course, he was. Yeonjun was on the other side of the wall, getting hard and riled up at your sounds. He cursed himself for even thinking about touching himself to this. You probably thought he was asleep, and it would be wicked to indulge in the lovely voice of his best friend's younger step-sister.

He was oblivious to your cunning plan. But after you moaned "Yeonjun," he couldn't take it anymore. He stripped himself of his boxers, his hand immediately gripping his leaking cock and stroking it. God, he could only imagine the dirty things you were doing to yourself, imagining it was him.

The morning after your lewd actions, you found yourself in the kitchen, making breakfast. It was just your step brother, his best friend, and yourself at the family vacation home, so it was practically every man for himself. Despite only the three of you staying there, the boys often threw wild parties during your stay, so you guys were never really alone with each other.

The second person to wake up and shuffle into the kitchen was none other than Yeonjun. A flush of embarrassment crept over you as you remembered your bold actions from last night. You silently prayed he had been asleep. "Morning," he said casually, and you hummed in response, trying to maintain a cool appearance.

"I think this place is haunted. I kept hearing moaning last night," Yeonjun teased as he casually raided the fridge for orange juice. Your eyes widened, and you tried to remain composed. Yeonjun was always teasing you, so you tried to convince yourself it was just his usual antics. "Ah, guess we should call the Ghostbusters," you retorted. It was a silly remark but the best you could come up with at the moment.

Yeonjun sauntered over to you, trapping you by placing his hands on either side of the counter. "I think I can deal with the ghost myself. I have something it needs," he murmured in a low, seductive voice, pressing his morning wood against your ass. He smoothly backed away just as your step brother entered the room, loudly yawning.

As you ate breakfast in silence, eyes scanning your respective phones, your step brother broke the quiet. "Oh right. That cute girl Yujin we met on the beach? Yeah, she's coming over with some of her friends, and we're gonna have a little get-together tonight." You huffed a bit, knowing that by "get-together," your step brother meant a rager.

As much as you loved parties, your step brother's were always loud and reckless. "Sweet," Yeonjun said, high-fiving your step brother. You rolled your eyes, and the action caught Yeonjun's attention. "You know, you can always stay in your room if you want," he suggested.

You scoffed at the idea—how could you possibly relax in your room with loud music and even louder people? "Yeah, well, how about I call the cops when I'm ready to enjoy my bed?" you threatened. "Binnie, your sister is being mean," Yeonjun pouted playfully, throwing his arms around soobin and acting hurt.

"Be nice to my friends, Y/N," your step brother Soobin played along. In reality, you and Soobin were practically strangers. Your mother had recently started dating his dad, and you'd only known your step brother for about a year.

This trip was supposed to be a bonding experience your parents had set up, but it felt more like they were tired of having two college kids disagree all the time and had kicked you out so they could honeymoon.

Your soon to be step brother didn't want to waste the trip, so of course, he brought his hot friend, Yeonjun, whom you'd been crushing on for ages. You all attended the same college, but you and Yeonjun were both music majors, so you saw him more often, which led to your hallway crush. You saw Soobin around sometimes when he was with Yeonjun. You even thought he was cute with his bunny like smile, but you disregarded that once your parents started dating.

The party was as loud as you thought it would be—get-together, your ass. You were a few drinks in, wearing a mini pink slip dress with a sweetheart neckline and lace trimming on the top and bottom. It was very flattering against your brown skin tone, and a lot of guys seemed to think so, as you kept getting hit on. Soobin, playing the overprotective brother, shooed them off with a stern "That's my stepsister."

You were a bit grateful for his protective act; the only guy you wished would flirt with you was Yeonjun, who was busy trying to charm a pretty girl across the room. You sighed at the sight and headed to the kitchen to refill your drink.

Your refill was interrupted when someone cleared their throat behind you. "You know I can't scare them all off if you wear clothing like that," Soobin remarked, gesturing toward your outfit. You rolled your eyes. "It's a cute dress, and I'm not asking you to do this," you replied. Soobin was obviously tipsy, leaning against the fridge for balance.

"You know, I thought you were cute when I used to see you around the halls," he admitted. You froze. "Me and Yeonjun had a bet... ah, I actually shouldn't talk about it," Soobin said, taking another swig from his drink. Your curiosity piqued. "So, you guys made a bet?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Well, we bet on who'd get you first. Guess I lost, huh," he said, raising an eyebrow and smirking. You found the action unexpectedly attractive and quickly dismissed the thought. Soobin was admittedly attractive; he looked like a lead in a romance drama. But he was about to be your stepbrother, and that bridge was burning.

You two gazed intensely at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension, until a voice broke the spell. "Hope I'm not interrupting," Yeonjun said from the doorway. "Soobin was just telling me about a bet you guys had," you replied playfully, turning your attention to him. "Oh, I thought that was dropped since I'm obviously winning," Yeonjun said, grabbing your waist, pulling you in front of him, and resting his chin on your shoulder.

The sudden closeness made your heart race. Soobin pushed himself off the fridge and walked over to the two of you. "Who decided that?" he challenged, his competitive nature flaring up. Yeonjun had clearly riled him. You stood there, flustered by the situation. 

"How about we decide that right now?" Yeonjun murmured, holding you tighter and placing kisses along the side of your neck. You tilted your head slightly, giving him more access. "See? She wants me. She even moaned my name all last night," Yeonjun said cockily.

You were melting, powerless against his touch. You'd wanted this for so long, and you didn't want him to stop. Soobin stepped in front of you, trailing a finger up your thigh and under your dress. You let out a deeper moan when he made contact with your inner thigh.

"Well, you couldn't make her sound like that," Soobin taunted, egging Yeonjun on. You knew this was wrong—not only were you being touched provocatively by two guys in the kitchen where anyone could walk in, but one of those guys was your almost-stepbrother.

"Guys, we shouldn't do this out in the open," you warned as Yeonjun went from kisses to biting and sucking on your neck, while Soobin's hand trailed dangerously close to your panties. "Are you getting embarrassed now?" Yeonjun whispered in your ear, causing you to shudder with pleasure.

Soobin, not liking your attention being drawn away from him, traced circles on your already wet panties. You arched into Yeonjun at the sensation. The loud chants of "chug, chug, chug" from the party brought you all back to reality. "Maybe we should move this elsewhere," Soobin suggested, removing his hand.

Yeonjun quickly glanced around, making sure no one was watching before he took your hand and led you towards your room, with Soobin following closely behind. As you entered, Soobin clicked the door locked behind him. The noise from the party became a distant hum, your focus now entirely on the two boys.

"So, how about I have fun with Y/N here and you guard the door?" Yeonjun suggested to Soobin, pulling you into a kiss. Soobin scoffed at the suggestion, walking up to the two of you and positioning himself behind you, rubbing his erection against you. You moaned into Yeonjun's mouth, pressing your ass further against Soobin.

Yeonjun's hands roamed over your body, sliding down to the hem of your dress and lifting it slightly, turning the kiss more desperate and passionate. Soobin's hands traced the contours of your waist, moving up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your dress. His touch was warm, leaving you wanting more.

"You're so sexy," Yeonjun murmured against your lips, his voice laced with desire. He nibbled on your lower lip before trailing kisses along your jawline.

"He's not the only one who thinks so," Soobin whispered in your ear. His hot breath against your skin made you whimper.

You had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and it made your head spin. Soobin's hands continued their exploration, one sliding over your dress to caress your breast, gently squeezing and teasing your nipple through the fabric. A loud moan escaped your lips. You found yourself tracing the contours of Yeonjun's chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

"Let's take this to the bed," Soobin suggested, his voice low and filled with anticipation. Yeonjun nodded, breaking the kiss to lead you towards the bed. Soobin followed, his hands never leaving your body. Yeonjun quickly lost his shirt and unzipped his pants, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

"Looks like I go first," Yeonjun said playfully, laying there half-naked. "I don't think so," Soobin replied, still standing over the bed with you in front of him. He slid his hand up your thigh and into your panties, pushing them to the side as his fingers entered you.

The wet, intimate sound of your arousal, a soft squelch, filled the room as he did so.

Yeonjun chuckled but relished in the sight of your face twisted with pleasure. He crawled over to the edge of the bed where you were being fingered and dropped the straps of your dress, revealing your breasts. He began teasing them with his tongue. Your moans grew louder, and your pussy became wetter as you were overcome with the sensations.

Soobin started sucking on your neck, determined to leave more marks than Yeonjun. You couldn't handle all the pleasure and came all over Soobin's fingers with a loud moan.

"Aw, naughty girl," Soobin taunted. "You've ruined poor Binnie's fingers; they're all soaked," Yeonjun continued, gently parting your lips as Soobin put his fingers inside. "Suck," they commanded in unison. It was hot, and you obeyed, sucking Soobin's fingers clean of your slick.

"That's a good girl," Soobin cooed. Yeonjun moved out of the way as Soobin bent you over the bed, flipping the bottom of your dress up. His hard-on was very evident as he pressed it against your now-exposed ass. "Tsk tsk, don't get greedy now, Binnie. She already graced you with her cum all over your fingers," Yeonjun said. Soobin raised his hands in defeat and moved from behind you, letting Yeonjun take his spot. Yeonjun shoved your panties down and pushed his thick cock inside you. 

Your arms almost buckled under you from how big he was. Yeonjun started fucking into you slowly at first, but with your repeated moans, he couldn't contain himself and began slamming messily into you.

Your moans grew louder, and your arms gave out, but Yeonjun held you up, keeping his pace. "Yeonjun, I can't take it. It's too big," you whimpered, the pace and his cock leaving your body weak.

"You can take it." he reassured you in your ear. You glanced over to Soobin, who was positioned across from you two, jerking himself off at the sight of you. Eyes half-open, fully naked, his red needy cock was in full view.

You mustered the strength to rely on your arms again, sitting up a bit. You made a come-here motion to Soobin, and he obliged. You opened your mouth to suck him off, but he was already two steps ahead and grabbed your hair, shoving his cock in your mouth. Soobin did all the work, rolling and thrusting his dick into your mouth. 

As Soobin thrust into your mouth, you felt a surge of arousal coursing through you.

The sensation of being filled from both ends sent waves of pleasure through your body. Yeonjun's relentless pounding combined with Soobin's forceful thrusting left you in a blissful daze. 

Your moans became muffled around Soobin's cock, the sound vibrating against him, driving him wild. He gripped your hair tighter, urging you to take him deeper.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun maintained his unforgiving pace, his grip on your hips firm as he drove himself deeper into you. As your body was on the edge of climaxing once again, you felt Soobin's cock twitching in your mouth, a sign that he was close.

Sensing his impending release, you redoubled your efforts, sucking him eagerly, wanting to taste his cum. 

With a loud moan, Soobin reached his peak, his hot seed spilling into your mouth. You swallowed, savoring the taste of him as he rode out his orgasm. Yeonjun was close to his own climax; his pace grew sloppier, more needy with each thrust. With a final, powerful thrust, he was sent over the edge, pulling out to spill all over your back. His cries of pleasure mingled with Soobin's sounds of release.

Soobin gently pulled himself out of your mouth, collapsing onto the bed, his body glistening with sweat. Yeonjun planted a tender kiss on your neck before withdrawing.

"I think she said my name more times than you," Soobin teased, As Yeonjun wiped you clean with his own shirt. "No way in hell she enjoyed taking my dick much more than sucking yours," Yeonjun retorted, patting your ass as he finished and pulled your dress down.

"Is that so? She sure seemed happy enough to swallow my whole load," Soobin retorted, causing Yeonjun to scoff. He quickly redressed himself and threw Soobin's clothes at him. "We've deprived the party of its best guest long enough." 

You grabbed a fresh pair of panties from your dresser and slipped on a new dress, taking a moment to touch up your makeup in the mirror.

"Yeonjun, there's a shirt that should fit you in my bottom drawer," you said, leaving the room and stepping back into the wildness of the party.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Can you do an autistic trans(if you do that) male reader who doesn’t really get social cues but is overall pretty quiet and reserved with the people from the Hazbin hotel?

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪

Words: 1111

𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣:

He will be unaware at first, so his first impression about you is not good. Thinks you’re being rude on purpose, but when he finds out that's not the case he’ll feel slightly bad.

For his assumptions he’ll subtly apologize by dropping presents in your room (Unnamed of course.) and lending you a helping hand.

If you two become close he will take you to his tailor to get matching suits, different colours obviously, can’t have you taking his signature colour now, can we?

***

For the first few days you’ve been at the hotel Alastor has been weirdly stand offish. Others didn’t mind, often glad he’s staying away rather than closer. But you wanted to know why, so you asked Charlie.

Who asked Alastor, to which he gracefully answered.

“Well, I don’t enjoy seeing terrible manners around the hotel, surely you don’t either?” At his words the reason for avoidance clicked in her head.

“Why didn't you say so? Well knowing you, you wouldn’t… But Y/N isn’t that good with social cues, so he doesn’t mean any of, whatever he’s been doing.”

“Oh…” At her words he left the room, finding you. “Well hello my Handsome fellow,”

“Hi?” After his most recent actions you didn’t expect him to just waltz up to you.

“Unfortunately someone has ruined my suit,” Correct, a good chunk was missing. “And hopefully you would accompany me?”

“Sure, I guess?”

“Perfect!”

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖:

She's unsurprisingly similar when it comes to social cues.

When it comes to you being autistic or trans she won’t notice, that’ll be the last thing she knows.

You two can not be left alone, someone will need to supervise you both.

***

It has been barely a week since you fell into hell and it’s been terrible. There were too many things happen that you could say or even recall, so today was meant to be relaxing. Or at least somewhat close, until someone pulled you around.

They were your only friend here, so of course you had to follow. After a few hours walking around you found you both in front of a hotel, one called the ‘Hazbin hotel.’ Excitedly knocking at the door while you watched.

Within seconds the door swung open revealing an excited blonde.

“Oh my, hi!” Pulling you both in as she spoke, which allowed you to see other people hanging around. “I’m Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

“Told ya you’d like it here.”

You were both aware nothing was said beforehand but you didn’t confront them. Seemed like the others knew something was up, so they had Charlie pull you away.

“Since you're new, how about a private tour of the Hazbin Hotel?”

𝕍𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖:

Compared to the other hotel residents your quietness is a surprise, but a welcome one at that.

If you ask or signal at all to her she’ll be at your side to subtly help you with social cues and anything else needed.

Especially if you’re new (Also if not) she’ll help you get masculine clothing, although she might have to get others help as she isn’t the most masculine either.

***

Charlie had just brought you to the hotel in a… not so good condition. She wasn’t sure what you went through to look like that but she knew you needed some help, and she was going to help where she could.

“Alastor, I need your help”

“Hmm?”

“You know the newbie, I have to get him some clothes. Problem is I have no clue where to go.” At her words his smile increases slightly.

“I could help, for a price…”

“Nevermind.”

While she wanted to help she wouldn’t risk anything with Alastor, maybe Angel would be better.

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝔻𝕦𝕤𝕥:

He’s seen some shit during his time down in hell, so your actions and attitude isn’t seen as weird to him.

To a degree he’ll take advantage of you. Never anything you wouldn’t want, but to keep him safe from Vaggie or Alastor.

But only he can do it, if anyone else even tries he’ll be there to protect you.

***

“Vaggie, why would I do that?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe you–”

“Doesn’t matter, I would never when Y/N is with me!”

At his words Vaggie looked down at you, finding you wrapped in Angels pairs of arms. You had a few blooming bruises around your face but otherwise seemed alright.

“Just… Don’t do it again, I don’t want to see Y/N or Charlie get mad at you.”

“Really, Y/N mad at me? Never!” One pair of hands had come up to cup your cheeks, able to leave multiple kisses. Causing Vaggie to leave quickly.

“Now, let me take care of those bruises.”

𝕊𝕚𝕣 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤:

He’s been thrown into the same boat as you, has absolutely no understanding of social cues.

If anything the eggs make it worse, as they are somehow worse than sir pentious.

He has accidentally hurt the both of you at once somehow, no one is sure how that happened.

***

The streets didn’t seem too busy, which was weird for hell. But it might’ve been the fact you and Sir Pentious just weren’t aware of them walking. His tail was swaying dangerously behind him, knocking over any people.

During this his eggs were scattered around the both of you. Some stayed behind, in between and some strayed next to you. Which caused an even bigger barrier to form, now people had to step off the path.

ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕜:

When he first meets you he won’t really care, he’s had worst people hang around.

If he’s being honest he understands and gets social cues, but majority of the time he just doesn’t care about them.

Even then he knows with your lack of awareness you’re likely to get into some unwanted trouble, so he hangs around a lot more.

***

Husk never had the heart to blame you for any trouble, he knew you never meant it. So tonight he accompanied you to a nearby bar, intending for at least a semi-nice night out. But of course someone had to ruin it.

A drunk demon decided he wanted to bother you for the night, ignoring Husk the whole time. But over time his anger rose, you weren’t even looking at him and you didn’t seem interested.

In which you weren’t, but he seemed so incessant that you spoke, even if you didn’t. His attitude quickly became clear very quickly, except you didn’t notice. As he reached for you Husk was quicker, sending a card flying into his head.

That caused everyone to start their own fights. Which gave you two the chance to leave, with minimal injuries of course. Taking the chance you both ran out, luckily no one else was waiting outside.

“We’re going back.”

[vroomvroomcircuit]

Sometimes you need to be loud before it can be quiet

Summary: Everyone has their breaking point, even prefectly fine media trained drivers. Especially when people start asking dumb, sexist questions.

Pairing: driver!reader x f1!grid, but mostly Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen, Lando and Charles have a bit of a guest appearing

Wordcount: 1.2k (she is a shy shorty, please be nice to her)

🏎Masterlist🏎 _________________________

“My next question is for (Y/N): What do you want to be perceived as?”

Everyone in the post race press conference halts in their movements. (Y/N) blinks once, twice before she clears her throat and gets closer to her microphone. “I’m sorry, can you please elaborate on that? I fear my English is failing me to comprehend what you just said.”

The reporter is not hesitating, jumping into his explanation right away, as if he had chosen the words he wanted to say beforehand. “Well, you participate in a male dominated sport, being currently the only female on the grid line up. You are never seen in typically female clothing. You even wore a suit to the last FIA gala. We have yet to see you in makeup outside of festivities. That’s why I am asking what you want to be perceived as. A man? A woman? Or something in-between?”

Silence has never been so loud. Nobody really knows how to respond to such an audacity.

(Y/N) pulls her microphone another bit closer before murmuring into it: “I rather be not perceived at all. Thank you for the question, I wanted to clear that bit up for quite some time now.”

Her answer brought a booming laughter out of the one and only Daniel Ricciardo, effectively breaking that spell of awkwardness that has been cast over the room by Mr Audacity. Everyone relaxes and joins in the laughter.

As the media representative is about to call onto the next journalist, Max asks a question. “Can we all answer this? Because I want to make it clear, I identify as a problem and want to be perceived as that.”

“Yeah”, Daniel interjects,”of course you do. I want to be perceived as a menace to human kind, please. What about you, Lando?”

“Number 1 Fish Hater, certified and trademarked already,” he answers with a cheeky smile.

Charles breathes “I’m a hot mess” into his microphone before the media representative is able to call onto the next person.

The following race weekend the drivers stand in the media pits with their PR managers, hopping from interviewer to interviewer like at a speed dating event.

“-overall I would say we have a good pace. I’m confident in the team to help us through this race in spite of the unpredictable weather conditions this weekend.” (Y/N)’s answers the usual questions that are thrown at her after sessions.

The journalist smiles at her. “I am sure of that. Now, onto my last question: Last week you have been asked what you want to be perceived as and you never really answered that. Why is that?”

(Y/N) throws a not amused look towards the woman. “I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t want to answer a question that is just a poorly disguised attack towards my femininity. I can like fast cars and dress however I want without having to answer something like that. I’m secure enough in my own gender identity as a woman to be able to express myself in all the ways I want without having my actions impede on my identity or expression of my gender. I will put on a dress when I feel like it, I will get the brushes out for a glam makeup when it is convenient for me and I don’t have to do ‘typically female’ things just to please the public opinion.

Instead of going around and judging, just work on why you have this urge to comment on my expression of gender in the first place, because your insecurities surrounding my gender don’t look cute on you.”

After that (Y/N) is practically dragged away from the media pit by her PR manager, who probably already has a headache thinking about the mess that will follow on social media and certain online magazines.

But the few drivers who stood around them, having media duties to follow themselves, just stared impressed and with deep respect after the young woman. She usually is softer spoken and obviously went through bootcamp media training. This was the first time they witnessed speaking her true mind in an interview.

Back in her driver's room, where she gets ready for the debrief, (Y/N) realizes the kind of mistake she just made.

Her little outburst will definitely get more of a reaction than it would if a Max Verstappen would have said something along these lines.

Before her inner eye she sees the headlines. Something about women being too emotional for motorsports. Her being too young, too hot headed, too much of everything and somehow not enough of everything.

The team will replace her, the negative PR not leaving them any other choice. The pressure on them is too much, they already took a big chance on her by giving the driver a seat in Formula 1 in the first place.

With the news of her sudden contract ending, at least one news outlet will write “The little experiment failed”, paving an even more difficult path for other women trying to prove themselves in motorsports.

And all that just because she wasn’t able to let this stupid question roll right off her back.

A sudden knock on her door breaks (Y/N) free from her downward spiral of thoughts. Max enters the room with Daniel on his tail. “This was amazing. How you told this interviewer off on life camera? And her face? After you went out, we just had to clap. It was so cool. You were so right, too. I’m so proud you finally spoke your mind. The audacity of these people.”

It seems like Max doesn’t need to breathe, judging from his rant.

Daniel has a much softer approach. He puts a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at him. “I hope you know that you had to say that back there. Even if you are ‘only’ a rookie this season, the questions you got the last couple of weeks were anything but ok or nice. Sometimes you need to be loud before it can be quiet.”

(Y/N) shoots him a thankful smile, squeezing the hand on her shoulder with her own. “You are right. It was just a bit overwhelming at first. But I can see the appeal now. I think I have to take a few classes with Max, because the concept of saying what you think got a new fan and that’s me. It’s the best thing I have done in the context of handling media duties.”

“No, you won’t do that”, (Y/N)’s PR manager stands in the doorway, probably to fetch her for the debrief. “In this case it was a good thing to do. Important, too, of course. The fans are eating this up on social media. They already made edits with the clips. But I don’t get paid what Max’ or Lando’s managers get, so you will return to your media trained good girl roots.” With that (Y/N) gets pulled out of the room by her. Max throws her a subtle nod, to which she smiles.

Sometimes you need to be more than the good girl, especially if it’s for your own sake. Who knows, maybe this is the beginning of the story of another media-nightmare-driver.

[night-daily]

Jealousy jealousy | Peter Parker x fem! reader

Summary: 3 times where Peter hears you fangirling over Spiderman and one time he finally explodes.

warnings: none.

a/n: enjoy and let me know if there's any mistakes please!:)

The first time, he overheard you talking to your friends, was an accident, he didn't on purpose it just happens every time he sees you, he has no control over his senses. And he doesn't realize he's eavesdropping until you say something that brings him back to reality.

“... I think he's hot.” whoa, were you talking about him? Nice. “I mean, have you seen how athletic he is?” fuck, it wasn't him. Yeah, he participates in P.E class but he has to pretend he isn't good at it so you or anyone else wouldn't get suspicious. So it couldn't be him.

Peter turned his face away from you, feeling insecure. You were dumping him? Who was this guy?

“Hey, what are we talking about?” One of your friends came to the table you and your friends were eating.

And of course, Peter needed to hear the name of the guy.

''I'm masochistic?''

“Spider man!” You exclaimed with a smirk on your face making your friends groan. His heart stopped for a second. “Again?” Your friend rolled playfully her eyes to you. And you nodded with your head cheerily.

Peter felt his body relax at your words. So you like Spider man uh? Only if you knew Spider man likes you too.

The second time, the two of you are in his room, he sitting at his desk doing homework while you are doing yours in his bed. Well, you got bored doing the homework so now you were just rambling stuff about your classes, your friends, and...

“Hey, have you heard about Spider man?” Peter's body froze. “You know, the Superhero.” He hums in agreement, incapable to make a comment. “I heard some people show up at the crime scenes just to watch him in action.” And Peter dislike that people, they could get hurt and they didn't even care, and for what? just to watch him? “Yeah, that's crazy.” He expected you to agree with him, but you were quiet. “That's crazy, right?” He turns his chair to look at you, but you were avoiding his eyes. “... I don't know, to be honest, I would like to watch him in person too, even a glimpse of him.” Now he was seeing red. Why would you do that? Why would you put your life in danger for someone who you don't even know? Why would you do that for Spider man?

He couldn't help but feel a hole in his chest, it was a heavy and ugly feeling, he had never felt something like that. Jealousy. “What’s so good about him, anyway?” Peter muttered, turning himself, and ignoring the smile that crept across your face.

The third time, you were getting ready to hang out with your friends at the new coffee shop, doing your makeup you saw Peter through the mirror leaning against the doorframe of your room.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” your teasing smile sent butterflies to his stomach. “Why would I want a picture? If I have you all for myself.” He came closer to you from behind your back, placing kisses on your naked shoulder. “Oh, you're lucky that I haven't met Spider man then.” He stopped kissing your shoulder “Please, go with him if you like him so much” You turned your face to him. “I'm kidding Pete, I already have you and I love you so much.” You squeezed his hand. “Also, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't notice me, I bet he dates models”

He didn't know why he was more upset, you doubting how beautiful you are or assuming that Spider man wouldn't notice you. But you were wrong in both assumptions.

“You are the fucking prettiest girl I've ever met and anyone would be so lucky to share the same oxygen you breathe because I know I am.” And he smashed your lips, it was a passive-aggressive kiss. “I'm lucky too.”

And the one time he finally explodes, Peter was resting in his bed after a long night patrol when you crossed the door excitedly.

“PETER YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT” Oh, sure he did. “What happened, love?” He played fool. “So, remember when you dropped me at the corner of the street? Well, guess what!?” You made it a short pause not giving him the chance to respond “SPIDER MAN WAS THERE TOO” He gasped. “No way!” You grabbed your phone and unlocked it “AND HE GAVE ME FLOWERS. NOT JUST THAT, TULIPS, MY FAVORITES” You showed him the photos of you and your tulips, you looked so happy and that makes him happy too. “He shouldn’t go after other people’s girlfriends” He half-joked. You laughed “Maybe after all you have a rival” He wasn't smiling anymore “I mean, who gifts tulips to a complete stranger? Maybe he likes me? OH MY GOD, SPIDER MAN LIKES ME! WOULD YOU IMAGINE US TOGE-” “Babe, I'm Spider man!” Peter cuts you off. He couldn't stand anymore hear you falling for Spider man. But how would you react? Would you hate him for keeping it secret?

“I knew it!” He was shocked “Wait, what?” you shrugged “Honey, you aren't that subtle.” Now, if you knew it, why you had never told anything to him? “I never told you anything because I kind of enjoy you being like this and I want to know how much you could take it before admitting you were jealous and you were Spider man.” Peter blushed “I never would have thought I’d ever be jealous about me.” You winked at him “Oh, jealousy looks good on you.”

[weepingwillowwonder]

#6.9 Hazbin Hotel "Things I ✨️LOVE✨️ the idea of..." (because I can't share these things with people irl...)

Lucifer X Reader [Part 4/4]

CW: Brat taming, Finger sucking, Penetration, Groping, Praise kink, A bit of hard dom!Luci, Hair pulling, Sub/Dom, Dirty talk, Fingering, Luci gets a little feral, Soft!Luci, Aftercare

[NSFW Minors DNI!!🔞]

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“It’s not clear whether or not he knew you were bluffing, but the way he confidently strides over to you has you thinking you should have just done as you were told. Finding its way back into your hair, his hand tugs you on your hands and knees to the floor and drags you over to the bed, forcing you to crawl alongside him. While he does give you time to adjust yourself, he completely ignores your cries. “Ahh, I see what’s happening here. All you need is a firm hand to guide you, right? Since you can’t seem to follow directions on your own.” Even as you reach the bed, he continues to tightly hold onto you. Something about the way he looks down at you with disappointment has you immediately apologizing.

“Lucifer, ‘m sorry! I’ll listen, I promise!” You whine, looking up at him as he looms above you. He loosens his grip in your hair and gently strokes the top of your head, softening his tone as he speaks to you. “Oh yeah? Show me that you mean it then…”

_

The feeling of anxiety comes and goes when he gives you a chance to redeem yourself.  Looking up to him for silent approval, your hands inch upwards, hesitating as they reach the tops of his thighs. Lucifer offers you a small nod and continues caressing the top of your head as he carefully watches you from above. 

Your eyes flicker between his face and his belt for a moment before you slowly undo the buckle, mindful of the bulge staining against the fabric. The heat of his gaze bores into you when you slowly drag down the zipper of his trousers, intentionally taking your time so that he’s able to feel every single one of your actions. A quiet act of defiance that, to your surprise, grants you no initial reaction. You bite your lip in disappointment, but continue onwards.

Your fingers brush against the skin of his sides as you slide his pants downward to let them pool at his feet. Finding their place at his hips again, you fiddle with the elastic band of his boxers before leaning in to press your lips against his clothed member. 

He openly takes in a sharp breath and moves himself closer in an attempt to grind against your lips, but you lean back to pull away. Before he can protest, you’re teasingly dragging his boxers down his legs, maintaining eye contact with him as you do so. His breathing picks up slightly when your lips find him again, this time making direct contact.

Lucifer’s groans of pleasure fill the room as your tongue thoroughly explores his length. You can’t help the moan that leaves you in hearing his sounds of satisfaction. The hand in your hair suddenly tightens its hold when he finds your teasing to be too much. 

“Enough of that…” Lucifer murmurs, his grip tilting your head upward towards him. With his free hand, he lines himself up to drag the tip of his cock along your lips, smirking when your mouth immediately opens up for him. He indulges you by rolling his hips forward to let you take him inch by inch, his gaze never leaving yours. You force yourself to relax as he nestles himself in the back of your throat while offering you gentle praises.

“Ohhh sweetheart…” He sounds breathless as he lets go of himself and brings that hand to your cheek. “H-hah, you can take it, can’t you?” He asks before beginning to pump himself into your mouth. “Yeahhh…fuck yeah you can…” 

Your eyes flutter, a warm fuzziness filling your chest as he coos pleasantly at your actions. Your fingers start to drift between your legs, but hesitate when you recall what happened earlier. 

“Being so good for me, lovely.” He breathes out immediately when he sees

your fists ball up to rest on your thighs instead.

The sudden ringing of a phone chime breaks you both from your trance and he yanks his cock from your mouth, quickly apologizing as he fumbles to find the source. You gasp at the sudden motion, unable to stop the saliva that trails messily from your lips. 

Finally pulling his phone from his shirt pocket, Lucifer clears his throat before answering.

“Heeey Char Char!” He greets, who you immediately realize is his daughter, on the phone. For a moment he takes in the view of you at his feet before biting his lower lip. You maintain his gaze as you reach a hand to wrap around his length. However, right as you can make contact, he quickly tucks his phone between his ear and snaps his fingers.

When you try to reach for him again, you find yourself tugging at your wrists in confusion. He’s bound them behind your back.

“Uh huh, y-yeah, yeah!” He follows along with the conversation, a small smirk coming across his lips when he notices you openly glaring at him.

Lucifer brings his free hand between his legs and slowly begins pumping himself right in front of face. He taunts you with it, making a show of pleasuring himself only because he knows you'd rather be doing it yourself in that moment.  

Your scowl only deepens in irritation as your mouth practically waters at the sight. 

He lets out small grunts and hums of approval as the phone call drones on, his eyes fluttering as he loses himself, clearly no longer engaged in the conversation. You watch carefully as his strokes speed up and his hips begin to buck in his hold, jolting unknowingly closer to your face. 

On a particularly hard thrust though, your tongue falls from your mouth and stretches as far as it will go to lick the underside of his cock. 

Lucifer’s eyes shoot back to you and his face scrunches up in a strained expression as you somehow manage, for a moment, to suck the tip of his cock in your mouth. He immediately yanks you away by your hair with his teeth bared, eyes blazing at the small moan that escapes you. Despite your tongue still sticking out your mouth and your mouth open wide, a teasing smile is clearly evident on your face. 

“Charlie, dear. Let me give you a call back in a little bit. Daddy has to take care of something really important.” He quickly hangs up the phone and throws it somewhere on the bed before regarding you.

Your smile falters at the implication, and when you realize how fast the phone call ends from there, your thighs press together in anticipation. Lucifer lets out a laugh at your reaction.

“You just love to be naughty, don’t you? Being a little tease…That’s okay though,” He bends down to your level. “We’ll take care of that right now.” He mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply. Finally letting go of your hair, he helps you to your feet and holds onto you as your legs wobble to catch their balance. 

When your lips part, you hear the snapping of his fingers and suddenly feel a chill come across your body. Briefly glancing down, you find your clothes now missing and catch his hand sliding up along your body as he locks onto your lips again. 

His hands skillfully explore your body, making you moan against his mouth as he guides you to the bed, forcing you face first into the comforter. You wiggle slightly to make yourself as comfortable as you can with your hands still tied behind your back and your ass on display.

“Here’s what's going to happen…” You feel his fingers lightly draw patterns against your ass as he speaks. Squeezing your legs together to find some sort of friction to soothe your arching core, he surprises you by yanking them apart. A gasp gets caught in your throat as you then feel something cold and slippery lightly brush against you.

 “I’m going to prepare this needy little hole,” He says lowly as he takes his time working a finger inside of you. “I’m going to have you, exactly how I want to have you...” 

Lucifer takes his time stretching you out and it takes every inch of you not to impatiently fuck yourself back against his fingers. He drags his single digit out to press another alongside it and a deep groan leaves you when he pushes back in. 

“P-please, Luci I’ve been waiting so long…” You whimper as his pace stays achingly slow, unchanged since he’s started. He stays quiet as you beg, continuing to add more fingers. He ignores you when you request for him to move faster, to give you more, to give you anything at this point. “I want to be good for you Luci, please! I wan-,”

After some time listening to your babbling, he shushes you softly as he pulls away completely from you. A bit more lube is applied to your entrance, making you gasp his name sharply at the cold substance. You feel the tip of his cock grinding against your ass, slipping between the slick building along your ass.

Lucifer once again ignores your pleas, holding your hips still when you try to move back against him. When he’s ready, he lines the tip up against your hole and presses just slightly enough for you to feel the pressure of him. That alone has your eyes rolling back into your head, far too overstimulated to wait any longer to deal with his teasing. His chest presses against your back as he wraps his hand around your throat to pull you up to practically sit in his lap.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” He says huskily in your ear, pressing himself further into you. “You’re going to take it and you’re not going to cum unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” 

It takes you a moment to process his words.

“Please Lucifer, I want -, You can’t…!” Your words were cut short and instead of continuing your sentence, your mouth was already hanging open at the pressure of him bullying his cock inside you.

“Relaaax...” He sighs in your ear when he feels you tighten around his cock, his hand gripping into the softness your hips to keep you steady. “Breath for me, yeah?”

You try to listen to his words, each breath coming out more like gasps as you try to accommodate more and more of him. You feel him placing soft kisses along your shoulder and back as he bottoms out. 

Lucifer gives you a moment to adjust.

“How’s that?” He mutters in your ear, not quite pulling out but swirling his hips slowly inside of you. Despite still getting used to him, your core throbs in need with each of his movements.

When you don’t answer, he prompts you again. “Talk to me baby, tell me how you feel...”

“Good, so good Luci…Please…” You moan out, words coming out in slurs as you arch against him. Your hands, still bound behind your back, flex as you try to ground yourself. Lucifer hums in response as he lets go of you suddenly and you flop back down onto the bed, unable to catch yourself. He lets you catch your bearings and slowly pulls himself out of you.

“You're not to cum without permission.” He reminds you once again before roughly pushing himself back inside of you.

Crying out, your own hips search for more friction against him and he starts at a brutal pace. Every buck of his hips on yours fills the room with consistent slapping sounds, each accompanied by the pleasured noises that are forced from you. 

Unable to hold yourself up, your cheek presses into the comforter beneath you as your body is jolted with each thrust. The subtle rubbing of your untouched nipples on the fabric heightens your pleasure, as does the sudden hand that wraps around your midsection to stroke you leaking sex. 

You feel the pressure of his chest against your back as he touches you, the sensitivity of it all quickly forcing you towards your orgasm. When your body tightens around Lucifer, you start to panic, for once trying to obey his orders.

“L-Lu..! Luci, ‘m gonna cum!” You cry out, but he doesn’t answer. The hand gripping your hip only tightens against you as a response. “I can’t stop it, I can’t-, Luci please, I’ll behave, promise! Please just let me-,” You babble on, trembling underneath him as you try so hard not to push over the edge.

He still doesn’t respond to you, but continues working your body to fall apart for him, still fucking into you at a rough pace. The body against your back leaves as Lucifer sits up and suddenly he pulls himself out of your hole. A sharp gasp leaves you once again as you’re quickly flipped around to face him.

You barely catch his expression, face flushed but focused, before he drags you to the edge of the bed by your hips and enters you again in one smooth motion. He lets out a low growl, his sharp teeth bared to you when you try to sit yourself up, a hand coming to your shoulder to push you back down. He brings your legs to rest on his shoulders and leans down close to your face. One of his hands grips your thigh and the other comes to rest next to your head to prop himself up.

For a moment, you catch a glimpse of the powerful side of Lucifer as he looks down at you snarling while practically folding you in half. 

“Please…” You whisper softly as your eyes go wide at his tense expression. His gaze soften when he sees the brief look of fear on your face and he leans down to kiss you on the forehead. 

“Mmm, you have manners now?” He asks teasingly. A hand sneaks back between your legs and his thrusts slow to focus right on the sweet spot that has your heels digging into his back.

“Asking me so nicely, but that's only to get what you want, not because you actually want to behave…Isn’t that right?” The speed of his hips start to pick back up, hard and fast on that special spot, bringing you quickly back to the edge. 

“You’re lucky I’m so generous…lucky you sound so adorable crying for me like that. Go on, let's see it then. Cum for me.” His lips find yours and the fingers between your legs speed up along your sensitive sex.

At his command, you can't help but obey. 

Your body pinned beneath him, seizes up and presses as close to him as you can. The sloppy sound of Lucifer fucking you only grows louder when your release covers you both. 

“That's it...” Lucifer murmurs between kisses. He stays close to you as your orgasm rushes through you, groaning himself as your body grows impossibly tight around him.

The hand between your legs raises to your lips and he slides them inside your mouth, letting you taste yourself. Your lips close around the digits and you groan softly.

He briefly pumps his fingers in your mouth, before removing them so he can lean down to get a taste for himself. The kiss is messy and mostly consists of his tongue pressing into yours, sucking on it as he swallows your moans. 

“Fuuuuck, you taste so good, sweetheart. Could just eat you up…” He grunts as his hips pick up speed, rutting into you as he works his way to his own orgasm. He lifts himself slightly and when he looks between you to watch the way his cock slides in and out of your hole, you take a look too.

Your head flops back down against the mattress and your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of him overworking your sensitive body for his own pleasure. It doesn’t take much longer before he lets you know his orgasm is near.

“I’m so close, baby, gonna give it to you…” His moans reach a higher pitch and his head throws back as he chases his high. A sly smile comes across your face as you watch his eyebrows furrow together in concentration. "Yes, yes, that's it...almost there...!

“Are you gonna come for me?” You suddenly purr sickly sweet. Biting your lip, you pause to see his reaction. His head drops back down to look at you with his lips parted slightly. 

“Wha-,” He starts, still fucking into you, but you cut him off.

“Want you to fill me up so so bad, want you to give it to me…I’ve been good haven’t I?” Your tongue sticks out playfully as his hips stutter. You know it's only a matter of time. “Aren't you a good boy...” You giggle softly. A gasp leaves both when he suddenly starts coming inside of you. 

“F-fuck!” He curses and pulls out of you to milk himself through his orgasm. “You little…” You bite your lips as he finishes, watching his movements slow. He lets go of himself and sits back on his heels, you both look at each other in silence with your chests heaving to catch your breaths. “Goodness…” Lucifer comments after a moment, running a hand through his messy hair before moving off the bed.

“Oh, let me...uh, hold on.” He motions with his index finger and turns around. You watch him walk into what you assume is a bathroom, unashamedly staring at his ass until he’s out of sight. You hear the sound of running water and shuffling around before he promptly returns.

“Oh shoot!” His eyes widen for a moment when he gets back to the bed and he quickly snaps his fingers, releasing your wrists from their bindings. You hiss for a moment in discomfort as he helps you pull them from behind your back.

“Are you alright? Was I too rough…?” His hand quickly envelops yours and rubs them gently to help release the kinks.

“No, no…It's fine, I'm fine.” You offer him a shy smile and he returns it, helping you to sit up. With another snap of his fingers, he materializes a bottle of water, offering it to you. “I’m okay, thank you though.” 

“For later then.” You nod as he sits on the bedside table instead. “Would you like to shower…with me?" Lucifer's eyes don't meet your when he asks and rambles on, clearly unsure how to go about the situation. "Only if you want to, of course. You’re welcome to use my shower alone or if you’d prefer to go back to your room, that’s totally under-,” Your smile widens before you cut him off.

“Luci, I’d love to shower with you. Although I’m not too sure if I can walk right now, after ya know…” He looks at you initially in surprise, then a charming smirk makes its way across his face. 

“Heh, well, no worries about that. Here,”  He offers you a hand, which you gratefully take. He helps you to the edge of the bed and places gentle hands along your back and underneath your thighs before effortlessly lifting you up. As he takes you in the direction of the bathroom, you rest your head on his shoulder and he silently kisses your forehead in response, making your cheeks grow warm.

“Mmm, don’t think I’ve forgotten about that little stunt you pulled…” He murmurs suddenly as he sets you on your feet against the counter. You hold on to the edge to keep your balance and you look at him in question. He opens the door of the shower and again grabs your hand to guide you inside.

“Aren’t you a good boy?” He mocks your earlier words playfully, with a grin on his face. Immediately you start giggling. “Hahaha, sure it's funny now, but next time…” He purrs, pulling you flush against his chest as the water runs down you both. “...next time, I’ll make you pay for that..” He kisses the side of your neck.

“Next time?” You ask hopefully with a gasp, tilting your head to give him more room.

“Mm, yes. Next time.”

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Creep Halloween 2024

Happy Halloween! I wanted to write a little special something for Halloween, so I hope you enjoy. :)

Keep in mind some of this references my earlier post about what they'd dress up as for Halloween :p But not all of them. Anyway! Enjoy :)

**Could be taken platonically or romantically, but it's kind of intended to be romantic for the adult creeps. No specifically romantic things happen though!

You find yourself approaching a tall pair of double doors, a costume adorning your form, a bucket for collecting treats resting on your arm. A firm breeze blows through the air, freeing leaves from the many trees surrounding you as you make your way up the front steps. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to knock on the door, but before you can make contact, the door swings open and you're pulled inside quickly, surrounded by everyone as they wish you a Happy Halloween. Despite all the people surrounding you, there's one specific person you were hoping to see this Halloween, and you find your way to them quickly.

Jeff: "It's about damn time you get here!" His fist makes contact with the top of your head, giving you a nuggie as he clutches you to his chest, not allowing you any escape. "We still have to get ready to take Sally trick or treating tonight, because I'm on duty this year, and you're going with me, no ifs, ands, or buts. You have to, considering I already told her you're coming too and she's bouncing with joy to see you, so let's go!" He pulls you lightly in the direction of Sally's room, and you easily follow behind him.

BEN: "I thought you were never gonna make it! Listen, I need your help with my costume." He pulls you away from the others, hiding you both in secrecy. "So… Listen. I agreed to do Barbie and Ken retro rollerblade costumes with Toby, and…" He looks dejectedly down at the ground. "I don't know how to roller skate and honestly I've been a mess trying to figure it out. How about you help me out? If I still can't learn by tonight when we go out, maybe you could be my knight in shining armor and let little old me hold your arm all night to steady myself?" You find it hard to deny his pleading eyes and readily agree.

EJ: "Ugh, finally someone with someone calming shows up." Jack's brows are knit tightly as he hoists you into his arms, immediately retreating into his bedroom and plopping down on his bed. "They've been so rowdy all day, it's exhausting. I've been waiting for you to get here so I can finally relax in peace and quiet. I'll let you go out later, but for now, you're mine." Jack pins you loosely in his arms and curls up as though preparing to take a nap. You make no complaints against his movements, and laugh at his actions, causing him to huff against you.

LJ: "Gumdrop! I was beginning to think the howling wind out there blew you away on those short little legs!" Despite what your height may be, you can't deny how small you are compared to Jack, especially not when he hoists you into the air and cradles you to his chest, affectionately rubbing his cheek on top of your head. "I spent all night last night staying up making a whole bunch of different candies for you to try, so we've gotta hurry up and eat 'em all before Slender tries giving them out to anyone! …Stomach ache? What do you mean you could get a stomach ache? That doesn't matter! Halloween is now, stomach aches are later!" You can't help the allure of his freshly made candies, and so you agree despite any apprehensions.

Jason: "This is horrible!" Jason blushes as he slides into his chair at his vanity. The clown trio always matches costumes every year, always dressing as what the picker of that year chooses, and this year LJ just happened to pick sexy nuns. Despite the amount of skin that Jason is revealing, he actually looks incredible, and when you tell him as much he groans. "I appreciate your compliments dear, you know I do, but how am I supposed to go out like this? I can't be this indecent in public!" Despite his claims of indecency, he's really just showing off about half of his thighs and down, nothing too dramatic, but Jason is used to covering nearly every inch of his body with his clothing. "..What's that? Just stay in with you this year?" You nod at him, leaning him into your chest as his arms wrap around you. "Hmm… Perhaps I will." He calms down quickly as he snuggles into you.

Candy: "This is HILARIOUS!" Candy cackles as he glances in the mirror, showing off the sexy nun costume Jack had gotten the three of them at the store. You knew Candy would be excited about it, but you didn't think he'd be feeling himself so much. "You should go out with us, sugar. Jack and I already know Jason won't wanna go out and have consolation gifts ready for him, so you can be our third!" He pulls you into his arms, and you inform him while you're happy to go, your costume isn't a sexy nun. "Oh, ya don't hafta match! We just do this to be silly every year. Just you being with me is plenty enough for me, and ol' Jack won't mind!" He buries his face into your neck, nuzzling you affectionately, and you find yourself agreeing to tag along with them.

Toby: "Y-you made it!" Toby's incredibly eager as he holds you close in his arms, content noises flowing out of him as he rubs his face all over you in affection. "Come on, you've gotta l-look at my costume! I've be-been learning how to r-rollerblade for we-weeks to impress BEN!" The excitement in his voice sends a shiver down the back of a certain other resident, who quickly scampers away to ready his own matching costume. "You've g-gotta see how cool I look!" You find it hard to resist as he excitedly pulls you upstairs, quickly slamming his door shut in his rush to put on his rollerblades and show off his skills. Not accounting for his slick wooden floor, Toby quickly glides into you on accident, nearly toppling you over as he holds you safely in his arms, laughter filling his room.

Tim: "Oh, you made it. I was wondering if you'd have time to come over." He gives you a squeeze and pats your head affectionately. "Did you decide if you're going out tonight? I'll be stuck inside finishing up my Halloween baking." You think to yourself for a moment, the idea of going out with the others is an enjoyable idea, but the thought of how good Tim's baking is going to taste leads you to consider the opposite. "Oh? You're going to stay with me?" He smiles easily at your words, eyes narrowing joyfully as he pats your head once more. "Good. You always make the best company."

Brian: "You look great!" Brian's voice is filled with excitement as he squeezes you into his arms, his warmth flooding into you and contrasting the cold air behind you. "I was wondering what you'd end up dressing up as. Whaddya think?" He steps back to show you his costume, picked out by Toby from Spirit Halloween, Bob Ross himself. Brian shines with joy as he stands before you, and you can't help but smile at him, complimenting his appearance. "Thank you! I was actually pretty excited about it." He stands tall and proud, before pulling you into another hug. "I'm just glad you're the person I get to go out with tonight."

Liu: "There you are! I was starting to think you'd bailed on me or something." His light voice teases you as he ruffles your hair, laughter flowing out of him as he holds you close. "How was I supposed to celebrate Halloween without you by my side? I have so many movies picked out for us to watch together, and a whole bag of your favorite candy waiting for you." You quirk an eyebrow at him, questioning his decision considering his regular lectures to not eat too many sweets. "Hey, it's Halloween, alright? Tonight is the one night I'll allow you to fill up on as much candy as you want. …Only if I can have some too!" He adds to his statement with a huff as he crosses his arms, smiling easily when you laugh at his antics.

Jane: "Well, well, well. I thought I was going to be best dressed this year, but look at how cute you are." Jane teases you affectionately, looking your costume up and down with a smile. "I'm matching with Nat this year, but maybe we should've all matched so I could brag about how I'm matching with the biggest cutie I know." You lightly poke her and tell her to stop teasing you, but her eyes only light up as a bigger smile blooms on her cheeks. "Ah, but you didn't deny my words. So you ARE the biggest cutie I know, hm?" You go to retort back at her, and she chuckles, shaking her head and hugging you once more. "It's alright, it's alright. I'll stop teasing ya. …..For now." She chuckles evilly into your shoulder as she squeezes you tightly.

Natalie: "Looks like the party has arrived!" She yells in excitement, squishing you against her body in a way that has you gasping for air in her tight grip, your hand patting her back quickly to get her to let go. "Oh, my bad!" She giggles as she releases you, her head cocking to the side as she smiles at you. "You know how excited I get about Halloween! I've been bouncing off the walls all day waiting for you to get here!" You remark that it's still early morning, and she huffs at you, puffing out her cheeks. "That's beside the point! The point is, I've been waiting! So come on, we've gotta get our spook on and start all of our activities!" She tugs at you impatiently, and you relent and trail after her with laughter.

Helen: "Oh, thank god. You have got to help me." Tugging you forcefully into a separate room, Helen grips your shoulders with a nervous look in his eyes. "Look at me! I look ridiculous! You've got to convince Nat and Pup to not make me go out this year." Contrary to his words, Helen looks quite good, dressed up in Victorian clothing with his hair styled and fake fangs protruding past his lips, you actually think he looks quite nice, and when you tell him as much he blushes and shakes his head. "Regardless! I don't wanna have to go out in front of other people like this! You have to help me." Helen is never so emotionally against something, and so you tug him into a comforting hug, reassuring him that you'll convince the others out of making him go.

Puppeteer: "I don't look stupid, do I?" He's looking over himself in the mirror, his hair styled wildly, a werewolf costume he picked up last night decorating his body as he continuously looks in the mirror. You tell him you think he looks great, and he sighs, turning to face you. "I don't normally dress up, so I wasn't sure if I'd look good or not." You tell him he looks smokin' hot to tease him, and he snorts in shock at your words. "What unusual words for you to say to me! But I'll take it." He says, looking over himself in the mirror once more. "Hmmm… Alright. I may as well head out. If I don't, I might back out." You follow him out of his room, knowing if you don't go with him he might back out anyway.

Smiley: "Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite patient." His lips quirk up into a smirk as he pulls you to his chest, bending down to rub his nose against your cheek. You respond back that you're not technically his patient, and he sighs at you with a pout as he shakes his head. "Why can't you ever just play along?" You tell him it's because if you play along he'll start dragging you into his antics more regularly, and he smirks again. "Oh, please. I'm going to drag you into my antics all the time anyway. Who are you kidding?" He ruffles your hair, guiding you away as he continues to tease you.

Sally: A loud gasp fills the air as her arms circle around your waist, her head rubbing against your stomach. "Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!" She yells out, bouncing up and down as she looks up at you in pure elation. "When Jeff said you were coming too I got so excited! I barely slept last night I was so happy!" You can't help but smile down at her, ruffling her hair and telling her you'll go trick or treating with her every year if she wants, and she gasps again. "REALLY?! THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!" She screams out, bouncing up and down before clinging to you once more, happy to have her favorite "sibling" with her on a fun day like Halloween. Not that she'd tell the others you're her favorite, but it's pretty damn obvious with how she's bouncing off the walls.

Slender: "Ah, wonderful, you've made it." His voice is mirthful as he greets you, bending down to scoop you into a hug. Jack Skellington's suit adorns him, and he looks quite nice in it. "Thank you so much for volunteering to hand out candy with me, my dear. Your company is always appreciated." Slender leads you back to the kitchen, where there are multiple bowls, and multiple bags of candy waiting to be dumped into them. "I wasn't sure which bowl or candy would be best, so I got a variety." He pauses, his tone laced with a hint of regret and insecurity. "I did too much, didn't I?" You laugh, reaching up to pat his back and reassure him that he did wonderfully, a sheepish chuckle leaving him as you set out to work at filling the bowls.

Offender: "Well? How do I look?" He's wearing a suit that looks identical to Slender's favorite, right down to the handkerchief, and you can't help but look at him questioningly. "What? I wanted to be annoying this year, so who better to dress up as?" You snort at him and bump him affectionately, telling him he'd best keep his mouth shut if he doesn't want Slender hearing him. "Oh, please. He wouldn't yell at me on Halloween! …Would he?" You hum thoughtfully at his question, before saying maybe you should find out. You dash off to find Slender, Fen hot on your heels to prevent you from getting him in trouble.

Splendor: "Pretty funny, right?" He can barely hold in his giggles, adorned in a suit that matches Slender, but with Offender's signature hat and a rose tucked into his jacket pocket. You ask him what he's doing, and he beams widely. "Well! Fenny dressed up as Slen to make fun of him, so I wanted to take it a step further!" He places his hand proudly on his chest, and you can't help but laugh at his excitement. You say he's silly, and he smiles at you affectionately, bending to press a kiss to your forehead. "Of course I am! Silly is practically my middle name!" He scoops you into a hug, before telling you of his plan to rile up his brothers with his costume, his mischievousness coming out in full force.

Trender: "Ah, hello, darling." He greets you with a hug and then a bow, before rubbing the top of your head affectionately. "I knew that costume would look positively wonderful on you, my dear. I do truly have the finest craftsmanship." The costume adorning your figure was made by none other than Trender himself, so it's no wonder that you look incredible in it. You compliment his own costume, also tailored by himself, and he stands proudly, reveling in your compliments. "Thank you! I always put my best into everything I design! In fact, I'm already planning next year's outfit. Would you like to see the sketches?" You smile at his enthusiasm and nod eagerly, following after him as he leads you to his studio.

Zalgo: "I'm glad you made it safely." The king greets you at the entrance of his castle, giving you a warm hug as his employees hustle and bustle behind him, a sigh leaving him as he stands. "They insisted upon decorating the whole castle for Halloween, and they've been rushing around since last night." You can tell the hustling of his employees makes him anxious, so you rub his back soothingly to calm him. You reassure him that everything will be okay, and his vision drops back to you with a smile. "Of course everything will be okay. After all, you're here now." He ruffles your hair, turning to retreat back to his office for some peace and quiet, and you follow quickly behind him, filling him in on your Halloween plans as you go.

Nina: "LOOK AT THIS PLACE! ISN'T IT AWESOME?!" She shouts over the loud noise of the other employees decorating Zalgo's castle, and you poke her cheek gently as a warning for her to keep her voice down, so she smiles apologetically. "We all agreed to decorate the castle together, but we forgot how big it truly is. Would you like to help?" She holds up the decorations she'd been carrying, and you agree excitedly, taking some of them from her grasp. She bounces back and forth in excitement at your agreeing, and quickly drags you across the castle to the area she's in charge of, explaining all the design choices to you as she goes.

Hobo: "Do I look okay..?" His voice is unsure as he looks in the mirror, his wings hanging down sadly at his general lack of confidence. BEN had picked his outfit for him this year, and you personally thought he made a good choice, so you do your best to reassure Hobo, giving him a comforting hug that perks him back up easily. "Well, if you think I look nice, then it must be so. You'd never lie to me, after all." He smiles at you boyishly, and you can't help but return the grin, ruffling his hair and causing him to laugh, his wings poofing up in his excitement. "Although, I know one thing's for sure. You're definitely the cuter one between us." He says gesturing at your costume, and he quickly leaves the room before you can argue back, leaving you to shout your disagreement as you chase after him.

Kate: "Look how nice the girls made me look!" She smiles at you excitedly, decked out in an intricate Corpse Bride costume, one that Jane and Natalie had helped her with all morning, and you had to admit she looked stunning. "Aww, thank you!" She accepts your compliments with a smile, leaning forward to hug you gently to not smudge her makeup on you. "I can't wait to go out tonight and show this off! You're coming too, right?!" She gets even more excited when you agree, twirling around in her wedding dress and clutching the bouquet Jane had given her to her chest. "This is gonna be the best Halloween ever!" She cheers, and you can't help but agree with her."

This will be the best Halloween ever. After all, you're spending it with your favorite character.

[unabashegirl]

Different 11 - college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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Harry was profoundly infatuated with her. He liked everything about her. He was fascinated by all her little actions, like how she fiddled with the pendant on her necklace when she was analyzing something or how she would stick the tip of her tongue out when she was carefully focused on a task.

Because of this, he wasn’t bothered when Ganesh scolded him upon arrival, nor did he care that he had to stay up later than usual to finish his work for the next day. It was all worth it because he’d gotten to spend time with her.

“Do you understand where I’m coming from?” Ganesh stressed, pacing around the dorm room. He had stayed up just to tell him off.

“Yeah.” Harry honestly had no excuse. He had gotten so distracted with Y/N that he’d forgotten about all the work he needed to catch up on. “Sorry,” he muttered, just wanting to get Ganesh off his back. Harry was only interested in texting Y/N and letting her know what a wonderful time he had spent with her. He also wanted some time alone to process everything and savor it.

“How was it?” Ganesh asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Good.” Harry wasn’t one to share too much about his private life.

“That’s nice. Maybe we should go out for coffee with her sometime.” Ganesh had been raised by extremely strict parents who demanded nothing short of perfection. He didn’t understand his roommate's obsession with the girl. Ganesh could tell Harry had a promising future, and to him, Y/N was just a distraction.

“I’ll let her know,” Harry nodded, turning on his laptop and settling at the desk. He checked his phone as soon as he noticed Ganesh getting into bed.

Y/N let him know she was home and safe and that it had taken her a while to respond because she’d taken a bath. She fell asleep before he finished his work, holding her phone in the middle of sending a text, even after she had reassured Harry she wasn’t tired.

Harry couldn’t blame her. It had been a long day. He was tired too, but his thoughts about her kept him entertained. He couldn’t forget the way she looked at him, the way she touched him. It drove him crazy. In the middle of his organic chemistry homework, his pants were once again uncomfortably tight. Harry shifted around, but it was impossible to get comfortable. So, after much sighing, he decided to take a cold shower.

The water cooled him down; it wasn’t relaxing, especially since the temperature outside was almost below zero, but it was soothing. He shut off the water once he had calmed down, just in time to hear his phone ring.

“Where have you been?!” Mitch yelled loudly. He had been surprised not to see Harry in class.

“With Y/N,” Harry answered truthfully as he took some clean clothes from his drawer. He was drained and just wanted to end the call, but Mitch was his closest friend. However, Harry was exhausted, needed sleep, and had an entire day of class ahead.

“How was it?” Mitch asked with curiosity. He still couldn’t believe that his quirky, introverted friend was hanging out with one of the most desirable girls in college.

“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow,” Harry sighed as he got into bed and turned off the lights. “I’m exhausted.”

“Deal.” Harry hung up and cuddled into his pillows and blankets.

People were chatting loudly, and the clinking of utensils against plates made the atmosphere even more chaotic. Harry was the first to sit at their usual spot and start eating. He was having carbonara pasta with some bread that wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. He just hoped his stomach wouldn’t disagree later.

“I just had the worst class ever,” Sarah sighed as she sat down at the table. “What are you reading?” She noticed Harry reading some printed copies.

“An article about a new medicine the FDA is trying out. It’s for my research class.”

“For next week? You’re really getting ahead.”

“It was due yesterday. I have to send my thoughts to the professor via email.” He had written to everyone, saying he had a family emergency, and because Harry was such a good student, all his professors had given him an extra day.

“You didn’t go to class? Where were you?” She asked as she stuffed her face with her favorite salad.

“With Y/N. We went out.”

“Where?”

“North Shore. To a drive-in.”

“That’s cute.” Sarah smiled, glancing over his shoulder as she spotted Mitch making his way to the table with a big tray filled with all types of food. “Did you tell her how you feel about her?” she asked just as Mitch sat down. “She’s not going to wait around.”

“It’s official,” he said casually as he annotated the corners of the article. Just as they were talking about her, he received a text from Y/N.

I’ve got a test to study for. Want to meet me at the library after lunch? I’ll see you in a few hours.

“Who are you texting, and why are you so smiley?” Vanessa had been Y/N’s closest friend since freshman year. They had met during pre-season. They weren’t as close as some other friends, but Y/N felt she could genuinely trust her, unlike the other girls she had met.

“Harry,” she replied, trying not to blush in the middle of class.

“When am I going to get the chance to meet him?” Vanessa had heard from others that her friend had started seeing someone on campus. “I hate this class,” she mumbled, typing something quickly on her laptop from the professor’s lecture.

“Are you going to the party?” Y/N whispered back as she tried to keep up with her notes.

“Of course. Is he going?”

“I think so. I’ll introduce you then.” Vanessa nodded as they quieted down and turned their attention back to class.

Y/N waved goodbye to Vanessa and the other girls as class was dismissed. She was excited to meet Harry and spend time with him, even if they didn’t speak much. She just wanted to be close to him. So, she headed toward the library, stopping at the coffee shop to pick up two lattes and a snack.

Y/N had some tedious neurology homework to do and needed to prepare for an upcoming test.

“What do you want?” she asked after settling at one of the tables closest to the door. Her laptop and planner, with its highly organized schedule, were out. She had started reading her neurology assignment when Brian rudely interrupted her. Y/N stared at the screen in front of her, not bothering to look at him after that night.

“I came to do homework, just like you.” He pulled a chair out and sat down. “What’s with the attitude?” Brian played college football and was an exceptional athlete. People worshiped him, especially this season, after he came close to winning a championship for the university. With great popularity came a big ego, keeping most people at a distance. In the beginning, his boldness and confidence had drawn Y/N to him, but that was before she saw his ugly side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, playing dumb and trying not to feel intimidated by him. “I’m just doing work.” His hand came down hard on her laptop, shutting it closed.

“We need to talk. Hear me out,” he hissed, his patience wearing thin.

Brian Hill was a man who always got what he wanted, and he was willing to go to great lengths. And he wanted Y/N back.

chapter 12

[spicyspiders]

Is it okay if i could request Ghost x Soap x male reader (i prefer Male reader being a sub if your okay with that! And i hope your okay having 2 people shipped with male reader!).

So like male reader kinda acts like Ghost but more bitchy and easy to get mad and is extremely short- so uhm.. Reader got into a fight with Soap and Ghost because of some shit and they end up teaming up and rails the readers ass (plus points if theres feminization and breeding kink.. anndd double penetration.. (if your okay with that (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)))

Im sorry if this seems to much😭😭 but i hope you have a good day/night!<33

I didn't put any feminization, but there is a breeding kink line and double penetration. Hope you still like it.

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Ghost yelled. 

You rolled your eyes before responding, “we all could die. It’s practically in the job description.”

Ghost scowled at your words, and when he looked over at Soap, it deepened. 

“He right! Stop glaring at me,” Soap said when he saw the glare Ghost was sending his way. “I think,” Soap began, he stepped up to wrap an arm tightly around your shoulder, “we can’t lose you. Plus, you know Ghost is bad at communicating.”

“Fuck off,” Ghost responded, and Soap hid his smile into your shoulder. 

“Ghost can’t lose you in a gay way, but the rest of us can’t lose you because you’re one hell of a shot,” Soap said, rubbing an arm up and down your arm. 

“I’m glad to know where I stand,” you said sarcastically. 

“Good!” Soap stepped away and left the room, likely to go shower. 

When he was gone from the room, Ghost stepped up and wrapped his arms tightly around you. Before he tucked his head into your neck, he pulled his mask off so he could press his lips directly to your neck. 

“Sorry I worried you,” you whispered. 

Ghost pressed a small kiss to your neck before responding, “I know how hard that is for you to admit.”

“Fuck you,” when you tried to push your way out of his arms, they tightened around you. It took more effort than you wanted to admit, but you managed to push your way out. You were kind of pissed off and almost out of breath, but free. 

You took off down the hallway to your bedroom, and Ghost was quick to follow. 

-

A few days later brought on another mission.

You had almost gotten killed yesterday, so this mission couldn’t be that much worse could it?

It could be, and it was. 

By the end of the mission, Ghost was much angrier than he had been on the previous one. What was worse was it wasn’t just him that was angry, it was also Soap, as well as your commander. 

“What were you thinking?” Price asked. Out of the three, he was the calmest. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. 

“We got the information we needed, didn’t we?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.  

For a moment, it was quiet, and then it was broken. 

“We’re all used to these little,” He gestured his hand in front of him through the air, “stunts you pull,” he stepped closer to you and put an angry finger up directly at you. “You put your other operatives in danger,” he ended quietly. 

His words filled you with anger, but you weren’t sure if that anger is more so from your actions, or from the tone of Price’s voice. He sounded like an angry parent, part of you was sure he was about to say he was disappointed in you. 

“You’re off the next mission,” Price said sternly. 

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. A sense of shame mixed in with your anger when you could feel a prickle behind your eyes. When you opened your eyes, however, you were grateful when no tears spilled over. 

Yes sir. I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking from Price, to Soap, and then Ghost before looking back down. When all was quiet, you took your leave. You wanted to just strip your gear off and go to bed, but you knew a shower would make you feel better. 

The shower, did in fact make you feel better. Now relaxed and still a little wet, you made your way to your room. 

You opened the door and flicked on the light, greeted to the signt of Ghost and Soap. “Were you sitting in the dark?”

“I wanted to turn the light on, but,” he pointed a thumb at Ghost, “he wanted to brood in the dark.”

“We wanted to check up on you,” Ghost said, ignoring Soap’s comment. 

“Also to see if you were still angry,” Soap said. 

“I was starting to feel better, but you aren’t really helping,” you said, trying to stay calm. 

“We were actually just talking about that,” Soap responded. 

“In the dark?” You asked leaning against the door. 

“We could do it in the dark,” Soap said in a low voice. You weren’t really sure if he was talking to you or himself. 

You raised a brow in question, “do what?”

“Make you feel better,” Ghost answered. He was unmasked and like Soap, dressed down in comfortable casual clothing. 

“What does that entail?” You questioned, feeling annoyed with how vague they were being. 

“Fucking you,” Soap answered, deadpan. 

You opened your mouth just to close it a few times over while your brain tried to catch up. “What’re you,” you paused, looking between the two men, “going to watch?” You asked Soap. 

Soap let out a chuckle before responding, “I sure hope not,” he looked over at Ghost as the man stepped up to you. 

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Ghost wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled your bodies flush together. “We’re going to fuck you so hard that it fries that brain of yours,” he then moved his hands up to your shoulders, “and then maybe you’ll listen,” he shook you back and forth like he was trying to shake some sense into you. 

As much as you didn’t want to, you smiled and let out a laugh, “what if that doesn’t work?” You asked when he stopped shaking you. 

Soap was the one to answer, “then we get Gaz and Price to help us fuck some sense into you.” 

You couldn’t see Soap with Ghost standing in front of you and blocking your vision with his big and bulky body, but the noises coming from the direction of where his voice came from suspiciously sounded like he was getting naked. 

“Are you naked?” You asked.

You could hear him flop onto your bed before he responded, “maybe you should come find out,” he said suggestively. 

“You suck at flirting,” you said, pulling a chuckle out of Ghost. 

“Like your boyfriend is any better,” Soap said, sound mildly offended. 

“He snagged me, didn’t he?” You asked mostly to Ghost, looking up at him. You smiled up at him, an equally soft smile resting on his face. 

Ghost leaned down, kissing you softly over and over until your smiles were gone. When the kiss was over, he moved back until he had just enough room to pull his clothes off. 

You pulled your clothes off to join Ghost and Soap in their naked states. 

Sharing a communial shower on base meant you had seen Soap naked before. However, stepping up to your bed to see him lounging on it lazily stroking his cock was extremely different than seeing him naked while he was showering. 

“So,” you began, “I assume you two have a plan.”

“Someone sounds nervous,” Soap laughed, “that’s unlike you.”

“It’s certainly not what I expectected,” you sat beside Soap on the bed and watched as Ghost rummaged around in your bedside table for the lube. Looking at Ghost’s ass always seemed to calm you down. 

“Ghost is going to open you up with his giant fingers and then we’re going to fuck you,” Soap laid a hand on your hip and rubbed at the skin in comfort, trying to ease your nerves.

“Okay,” you breathed out, “that sounds straight-forward.”

Soap let out a laugh, “nothing about this is straight,” he let out a yelp when you pulled at one of his leg hairs. 

Ghost returned as you watched Soap rub at the spot you had pulled. You laughed at the sour expression Soap sent your way. 

Soap got up to push you down into the bed. You giggled when your head made contact with the blanket. Your laughs soon died off when your ass cheeks were spread and a wet finger pressed at your hole.

It all kind of became hazy when Ghost began preparing you. It was sensations you were accustomed to now, so it was easy to just tap out. 

You paid no mind to Soap, just laid there as pleasure began to wash over you. You felt like a selfish lover as you laid there, but it made you smile. You pressed it down into the blanket so they both wouldn’t see. 

They made comments to one another while Ghost continued to open you up. Just as the burn of three fingers inside you had stopped, Ghost slipped in a fourth. 

“He could probably take your whole fist,” Soap said in fascination. 

Ghost let out a dark chuckle that made you shiver, “you think?” He asked. 

“No, he can’t,” you turned your head to say. It didn’t sound very convincing. Right when the words left your mouth, images flashed in your brain. Ones of Soap holding you down and making you talk all of Ghost’s fingers. 

It already felt mind numbigly good to take his fingers, and then eventually his cock. So it made you wonder how his entire fist would feel nailing your prostate-

You didn’t even realize you were hard until your orgasm shot through you. You weren’t sure if it was the fantasy you just had, or the feeling of the fingers inside you against your prostate that drew you to orgasm. What you did know was that because of it, there was now a messy pool of come soaking into the blanket of your bed. 

You went lax, falling into the sticky mess below you. It was almost too much, when your oversensetive softening cock made contact with the blanket. Ghost helped, at least, by pulling his fingers out slowly. 

You went boneless as Ghost mandhandled you. You ended up on top of Soap, your legs bracketing his hips. You wondered for a moment if Soap was going to make you do all the work until the head of his cock kissed your hole. 

He pressed inside slowly, slow enough that when the head of his cock brushed your prostate, you were already growing hard again. You both let out long breaths when he bottomed out. 

Soap gripped the globes of your ass cheeks in a tight grip. He lifted your hips up enough that he was able to thrust up. 

With the tempo he had set up, the anticipation of Ghost’s cock was almost over with the pleasure that Soap’s cock was giving you. 

Your body clenched up when Soap stopped, “shh,” Soap tried to comfort you by running his hands up and down your sweaty back, but it did little to help. 

“Ah!” You hissed out when Ghost buried a hand in your hair and yanked you back. You fell back into his strong chest, waiting in anticipation for what was to come. 

“You can take it,” Ghost whispered into your ear, “you will take it,” he commanded. 

When the command hit your ear, your body relaxed.

Ghost went in slow, slower than Soap had. You felt full with just the head in, and you couldn’t imagine how it would feel when he was fully inside. 

One of his large hands made its way to your side, and the other spanned your lower stomach. “We’re going to fuck you so full,” Ghost spoke into your neck. “Going to breed you and keep you safe on base,” he spoke into your ear so Soap wouldn’t hear. 

His words almost pushed you over edge, and as if he could read you like a fucking book, Ghost wrapped a tight hands around the base of your cock to keep your orgasm at bay. 

When you let out a low whimper in protest, Ghost pulled his hand away and placed it around your neck to angle your neck into a sloppy kiss. 

The rhythm they started was different. Different from the one Soap had done, and different from the one Ghost would normally set when he was fucking you. It was messy, nearly awkward, but it was just enough. 

Enough that your orgasm quickly approached again. It was hard to give a warning, what with Ghost’s tongue being in your mouth. Any noise you let out were chased away by his tongue, and were soon accompanied by similar noises made by Ghost. 

You clenched down on the cocks inside you and clenched your fingers into the chest below you. 

Soap let out hisses off pain when your nails raked into his skin, but the pain only managed to spur him on, fucking you through your orgasm until he came to his. 

You blacked out and came back a moment later. It was enough time for you to have fallen onto Soap’s heaving chest and for the man to wrap his arms around you, but not enough time for Ghost to join you both in orgasmic bliss. 

The punched out whimpers you were letting out only spurred him on. The room was filled with the filthy squelch of Ghost’s cock, lubed up by not only what he had used to finger you open, but also Soap’s come.

Soap had gone soft enough for his cock to slip out, something that you were sure Ghost enjoyed. He wrapped a hand possessively around the back of your neck as he came. He thrust a few times before bottoming out, pushing the mix of come deep inside you. 

You and Soap both groaned as Ghost dropped his weight on top of you. Not that you didn’t love being sandwiched below a sweaty, fucked out Ghost and your bed, he was fucking heavy. 

“You’re fucking heavy!” Soap yelled as best he could, crushed under not only Ghost’s weight, but yours as well. 

“We’re not all going to fit,” you slurred out when Ghost got off top of you both. 

“You’re really going to say that after what we just did?” Soap asked with a chuckle. 

Too tired to respond, you simply raised your head to glare at him.

[villainousauthor]

Part one

The Villain's brow pinches together as they overlook the data they've managed to acquire so far. Nothing made sense, they've run every test they could think of to try and discover what it was that gave the Hero their regenerative abilities, to no avail.

They almost feel bad about the poking and prodding they've had to do, one blood draw after another, tissue sampling, and more. At the very least, Hero has stopped fighting them as much these past few weeks, making their work easier.

Villain turns back to where Hero sits on the exam table, their eyes adverted, seemingly focused on some spot in the corner of the room. They gently, but firmly, grab Hero by the chin and turn their head upwards.

"Open up." The Villain's voice is quiet as they grab a new swab. "I'm going to need some more of your buccal cells."

Hero doesn't resist their hold, but speaks up in the same unserious tone they always maintain. "Use normal people words, say cheek." They always seem to have some teasing thing to say to Villain, though it mostly lacks any bite. Villain assumes this is Hero's way of maintaining some sense of control in this environment, and it's not like they mind the chatter regardless.

"If you think buccal is a complex word, I'm afraid you really aren't much more than a pretty face," Villain's tone isn't serious either, as their fingers press into Hero's jaw slightly more. "Now open up."

Hero obeys without any sass now, parting their lips so Villain can swab the inside of their mouth. Villain doesn't miss the way they lean into their touch, Hero relaxing into their hold. It's a stark contrast to how things were the first few weeks here when Villain could hardly approach Hero without getting bitten or hit. Most of the early testing from those days had to be done with Hero restrained.

Now, Hero leans into them constantly, as if they're craving another person's touch. They maintain eye contact as Villain presses close, the whole situation feeling oddly intimate. Hero's skin feels almost addictingly warm, even through the Villain's cold gloves.

Pulling away and placing the swab tip into an opened tube, Villain turns away from them, hoping to show not too much emotion on their face.

They know how touch-starved and desperate for human contact Hero is, and by God they would love to indulge them, but they want to maintain at least some sort of professionalism here, despite how deeply unethical this entire thing is. Or perhaps because of how deeply unethical it is. One less sin counted against them. To tell themselves at the very least, they're not taking advantage of Hero's loneliness while in their captivity.

They look to Hero again though as they set the test tube down, and find their will slowly chipping away, as Hero watches them with those lovely eyes that make Villain want to keep them forever.

Villain sighs, taking their gloves off and approaching them again. "You make it so difficult." Villain's cold hand comes to caress their jaw, as Hero looks at them, slightly confused by their words.

"What do you mean?" They ask as Villain's thumb goes to trace their bottom lip lightly.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to let you go when this is all said and done," Their hand wraps around to their neck, sliding through Hero's hair. "Even when I've gotten what I first stole you away for, I don't think I'll ever be quite done with you."

Villain leans forward, their lips just barely hovering above Hero's. There is no mistaking the burning fire in Villain's eyes. They seem to consider their next action for a moment before pulling away hesitantly, letting go.

They clear their throat, putting back up that wall of untouchable professionalism. "That's all for now. I'll come to collect you later for another blood draw."

[xylianasblog]

Forbidden fruits

Pairings: Agedup!Neteyam x FemHuman Reader

Summary: Settling into a new family dynamic was awful especially when the older sibling was your long-time crush.

Warnings: MDNI, stepcest, oral (fem receiving), p in v, sneaking around, praising, dirty talk

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

Your eyes watched his every move intently, each ripple of his muscle as he trained with the others. Of all the people why him? Why must your mom be mates to his father?

You let out sigh as you finally dragged your eyes away from his strong, slightly sweaty figure. Your thoughts running rampant as you imagine his body on your, you couldn’t, wouldn’t, shaking the thoughts from your head you focused on anything else but the beautiful male training not far from where you were gathering.

Deciding to give up you made your way deeper into the forest, you let your mind wonder. How cruel fate had to be to make the man of your fantasies your stepbrother?

You sat alone away from the bustling village life as your mind continued to race with crazy thoughts of being bent over and fucked mercilessly by him.

A small moan slipped past your lips as you pressed your thighs together at the thought, you pussy fluttered at the thought of being filled in ways you never imagined. Your body was so needy for him, but you shouldn’t be, however that didn’t stop your hand from slipped down into your loincloth. Couldn’t stop the way you teased at your clit before slipping two of your slender fingers inside your awaiting cunt.

You were so lost in the pleasure you provided do your own perverse thoughts you weren’t aware that you were being watched, the person stayed hidden as you fucked into yourself.

Your soft moans dancing off the waters ears like music calling to him, how he wished he could touch you. Fuck he’d give anything to her his hands on you, instead he watched the way your face contorted into pleasure as you came mumbling an all too familiar name.

When you focus on your surroundings, your mind free of the haze. The pleasure that clouded it you sighed, it wasn't too late, almost to eclipse yet you needed to get home. how could you face him after moaning out his name?

Taking a quick clean off in the lake near you, you took a moment to clear your mind as you cleaned your body. Once you felt you were clean enough you made yourself to the family hut. It was quiet as everyone had settled down for the night, so as quietly as possible you settled yourself into the room you had claimed as your own, closing the privacy curtain.

Your mind relaxed and soon your body followed, the quiet sounds of the night helped to lull you to sleep, nearly until you heard the sound of steps. Very light steps before your flap made a small “swoosh” before it closed again. You couldn’t focus enough still on the edge of dozing off, your sleepy thoughts soon faded as you felt a hand wrap around your mouth as the body pressed up against yours.

“Don’t make a sound.” whispered an all too familiar voice, your body shuddered at the feeling of him so close. His hips slowly rocked into yours, his purpose making you feel the undeniable bulge of his cock straining against his loincloth. You let out a small, muffled whine as your body subconsciously pressed against him, the curve of your ass pressed nicely against him.

“Fuck, you thought you were so slick.” His words had your ears twitching, had he seen you at the lake? Did he hear you moaning his name as you came? The thought has your body warming up in embarrassment, but you weren’t in any position to protest. His hand slipped down the front of your loincloth, fingers teasing at your slick cunt. He gently brushed over your clit before dipping his fingers into your entrance. A low groan slipped past his lips at the way your pussy instantly tightened around his digits.

After a moment of stretching and fucking you with his fingers he pulled them out, a small whine slipped past your lips. The action had his hand leaving your mouth and wrapping around your neck.

The action had your eyes widening and push fluttering around nothing, truthfully you couldn’t even believe this was happening. It shouldn’t be happening, yet it was, the feeling of his now free cock sandwiched between your thighs. The feeling of your soft skin had him grumbling into the side of your neck gently.

He rocked his hips slowly, thrusting his throbbing cock between the softness of your thighs, his soft groans filling your ears as you held back your loud moans. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck this needy pussy. Make it mine.” He thrusted a few more times, letting his length rub against your clit slowly before pressing the tip of his length against your entrance.

As agonizingly slow as he could he pushed into you, inch by inch. He wanted you to feel him, all of him. You choked back a soft cry as you felt him filling you up. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, everyone but me.”

The thought alone has your soft gummy walls tightening around his entire cock, he grunted as he began moving in and out of you slowly. He had been craving this for as long as he could remember, you weren’t the only one craving something you weren’t supposed to have. The taste of the forbidden fruit, there was no going back now, definitely no going back with the way he fucked into you.

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