#they shit the bed and the intent now is to make us lie in it instead of them before they can suffer any consequences

[rafesangelita]

♡ standing in front of rafe’s door after everything that transpired was the last thing you thought you’d do.. yet here you were. luckily for you, rafe has no intentions of ever letting you leave him again.

warnings: enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, rough sex, marathon sex (these two have a lot to catch up on), oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, choking, face fucking, cum eating, cum play (they are sooo gross), multiple orgasms, rough handling, hair pulling, biting, slapping, overstimulation, crying, degradation, dirty talk, humiliation kink (?), praise, fluff, soft aftercare

a/n: aaaand this is the end ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ this series was something i thought of on a whim, and i couldn’t be any more happier with the way everything came out. to everyone who showed sm love and gave me your thoughts and feedback, thank you so much!! reading your comments and your theories made me smile <3 wrote this while listening to ‘hotel’ by montell fish, i highly recommend listening to it, it’s what inspired this chapter!!

links: previous | mini series masterlist

wc: 3.8k

it’s been four days since rafe’s been blowing up your phone with every second he could spare, all of his calls and messages being either dismissed or ignored. you had fabricated a lie the next morning and told chanel that you and rafe just weren’t compatible with each other, and even though she could see the solemn look on your face, she knew not to dig any further. “you call me if you need anything, okay?” she hugged you tightly before leaving, using her own key to lock the door to your house as you stayed laying in bed.

as much as you wanted to give in to rafe, you just couldn’t find it in you to overlook the fact that he held back from telling you what he knew. sure, now that you look back on it, it was obvious, but to continue feeding into your fantasies, receiving your pictures, and talking to you on the phone as if he didn’t know who you were made you feel like you had been played in a way. since that night, you went to your tumblr and deleted everything, along with deactivating your account and uninstalling the app as a whole.

once rafe saw that your blog was gone, he went ahead and decided to delete his as well. it was pointless for him to be active if you were no longer on there anymore. he had been checking his phone religiously, hoping for any kind of reply, but each time his phone screen illuminated with a notification that wasn’t from you it was just a blow to his chest. he hated not hearing from you, especially because he had grown so used to listening to your voice everyday. now that was all gone. he no longer had that balance that he needed to keep him from going insane.

rafe didn’t view you any differently once he found out his dream girl behind the screen was you. if anything, it just made him want you even more. to know that the same girl that never put up with anyone’s shit was the same girl that wanted to be told what to do was nothing short of gratifying. he loved being the man that did that for you. both of you needed each other, and that was something you were slowly starting to realize as the days went on. finally folding, you had turned your read receipts off so rafe wouldn’t know that you opened up the plethora of paragraphs he had been sending you.

you scrolled down from the very top, only reading the messages that stuck out to you the most.

[Sunday - 10:11 AM] rafe: i just checked into my room, please text me back.

[Sunday - 11:00 AM] rafe: i don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to me but we’re gonna have to settle this now or when i get home. either way, you’re still mine. whether you like it or not.

[Sunday - 11:09 AM] rafe: has it ever occurred to you that you know things about me that nobody else knows either? i knew who you were and i still didn’t hold back from being vulnerable with you. i care about you y/n, i think about you all the fucking time. after opening up to me last night, i really just want to make sure that you never feel alone again. let me be there. please.

[Sunday - 10:17 PM] rafe: this is the first night in months that i’m going to bed without hearing your voice. please consider talking to me again.

[Monday - 8:20 PM] rafe: not that it matters anymore but for the entire time that we were texting each other, i never saw anyone else. i wasn’t interested in anybody and then once i found out that you were closer than i thought, you’re the only thing that i could think about. phone sex aside, i truly believe that we see each other and understand one another— at least for me, you do. this isn’t a sunken ship, and i won’t let you turn it into one.

[Monday - 8:27 PM] rafe: i’ll do whatever it takes to be back in your good graces, but leaving you alone isn’t an option. i don’t think it ever was.

[Tuesday - 3:55 PM] rafe: well i finished up all the deals i needed to make, but i want to give you the time that you need, so i’ll be staying here for the rest of the week. i’ve put your name on the visitor’s list for my room number, i know it’s far fetched to think you’ll show up, but i’ll be here.

and then the most recent ones from this afternoon..

[Today - 1:09 PM] rafe: #501

[Today - 1:10 PM] rafe: that’s my room number.

you bit your lip. you couldn’t believe you were really considering going over there. you spent the rest of the afternoon pacing the halls, trying to come up with excuses as to why you shouldn’t pack a bag and give in to the man that undeniably has you in a chokehold. by the sounds of his texts, it’s not like you can just get out of not communicating with him, he has made that abundantly clear. by the time it was seven o’clock you were cursing under your breath as your car parked onto the ferry headed towards the mainland. “you better not embarrass me, asshole..” you whispered, swallowing your pride as the minutes counted down to your destination.

you were hesitant when it came time to go into the lobby, your chest rising and falling as you got off the car on shaky legs. you knew that coming over here meant more than just ‘talking it out’, this was you allowing rafe to prove himself worthy enough for something to grow out of this; something serious. “good evening! are you a guest or a visitor?” the receptionist smiled at you brightly as you answered. “visitor. for rafe cameron.” she clicked away on her computer for a few moments before humming pleasantly. “y/n?” she confirmed. with a curt nod, she motioned towards the elevators, “enjoy your night.”

adjusting the pink bag on your shoulder, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding once the elevator dinged on rafe’s floor. no matter how much you were trying to downplay the situation, you couldn’t help the violent thumping of your heart with every step you took towards the end of the long hallway. standing in front of his door made everything feel like it was closing in on you, like suddenly you couldn’t get out of this and you hated the feeling of losing control. before you could successfully talk yourself out of facing him and running away, you knocked and waited with a bated breath for rafe to answer.

the man on the other side of the door was sitting at the edge of his bed in deep thought when he heard the small sound against the thick hardwood. eyebrows twisting in confusion, rafe got up and looked through the peep hole. he felt relief wash over him as soon as he saw you standing there with your arms crossed over your chest without a word, he opened the door, your eyes finding his. his gaze said just as much as your own, both of you sharing a mutual understanding without having to say anything.

pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, rafe nodded understandingly before dragging you inside, your heart fluttering in your chest at his display of strength. “rafe—” you didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he grabbed your bag and tossed it to the side, his hands cupping your face before he backed you into the wall. “just shut up.” he whispered, both of you moaning once you felt each other’s lips finally press into your own. he tasted like mint with a hint of alcohol and you knew right then and there that you’d never be able to get enough of it.

snaking your hands underneath his shirt, you raked your nails down his toned stomach before tugging at the waistline of his jeans, a small gasp leaving your lips once he inserted a thigh between your legs and pressed into where you needed him most. “fuck,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck, “please, i need you.” hearing you say that you needed him made rafe’s head spin in the best possible way. “yeah? i’m not really convinced..” he leaned in, licking a stripe across your bottom lip. rolling your eyes, you dug your nails into his neck until he groaned, pushing you into the wall with a thud.

narrowing your gaze at him, rafe smiled once he saw what looked like a hint of a challenge dancing in your orbs. picking you up off of your feet, you yelped when rafe slammed you onto his bed, wasting no time in slotting himself between your thighs. “it’s gonna take a lot more than some pathetic begging to get me inside you.” he said through gritted teeth. you refrained from saying something smart, your stare faltering as you swallowed thickly. he was going to make this difficult for you. stroking the back of his neck, you pulled him down so your lips were next to his ear.

he shuddered at the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin, a sigh falling from his lips as you trailed your foot along the side of his hip up to his torso. “please, rafe? i might cry if i have to my own fingers again..it’s been too long,” you whispered, “what will it take for you to fill me up with your cock instead?” rafe cursed under his breath as soon as he heard your lewd words, his hands working to get you out of your clothes so he could give both of you some kind of relief. you shivered once you were left in your bra and panties, your eyes beaming up at the man in front of you as you slowly removed the lacey material.

maybe it was because rafe was still fully dressed, but you couldn’t help but feel overexposed as he ogled your chest, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing up and down as he took your tits in the palms of his hands. “holy fuck,” he laid you back, letting his touch roam your body as you squirmed with anticipation, “the camera doesn’t do you justice, baby, you’re fucking gorgeous.” your stomach erupted in a fit of butterflies at the nickname. “and these..” he tugged at your underwears, his jaw clenching once he caught a glimpse of your glossy folds.

in no time, rafe had your thighs shaking around his head, your back arching off of the plush mattress as you clawed at his hands in a desperate attempt to ground yourself from the pure, white hot pleasure coursing through your tummy. “rafe!” you squealed, your entire body buzzing with need as you felt his fingers prod at your entrance. “you taste so good, ‘pretty, m’gonna have to keep you on your back for me all fucking day from now on.” he cursed, flicking his tongue against your overstimulated clit. you felt like a puddle of nothing once he had his digits curled inside of you, his fingertips continuously hitting that sweet spot that made you jolt with each stroke.

“t-too much!” you shook your head, your hips drawing away from his mouth. he chuckled, his strong grip on the curves of your waist making you hiss in pain. “this can’t be too much for you already, i’m just getting started..” you whined helplessly, feeling the band in your stomach snap for the second time already, the motions of his digits eliciting wet squelches from your cunt as you writhed uncontrollably beneath him.

with your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, rafe removed the hand he had inbetween your thighs and slipped his fingers inside your mouth, his tongue still working skillfully on your sensitive bud as he forced you to taste yourself. you moaned, sucking on his digits without a second thought. “you’re so fucking hot, i love it.” he grumbled, grinding his clothed erection into the sheets, desperate for any kind of friction he could get as he leaked precum from merely giving you pleasure.

he brought you down from your high until your breathing slowed and you were dragging him up to kiss you once again. rafe’s lips molded to yours so perfectly, you cupped his chin and pecked the tip of his nose before slipping out from under his body. rafe didn’t ask any questions as you grabbed his hand and guided him back up to his feet. how you managed to stand up after being overstimulated into oblivion? you don’t know, but you were determined to get rafe out of his clothes one way or another.

rafe watched as you lifted his shirt above his head, the thin material of his t-shirt getting lost on the floor somewhere as you stared at his glorious build. “as much i hated you, i always thought you were stupidly hot.” rafe snorted at your words, his eyes following the way your fingertips trailed down his pecs to his v-line. “hated?” he repeated, noting the past-tense of your statement. meeting his eyes, you blinked softly before pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips. “yeah, hated.”

within seconds, you had dropped to your knees, biting your lip at the sight of rafe bulging out of the denim material of his jeans. looking up at him with sultry eyes, you palmed him through his pants, his nostrils flaring slightly as you took your time getting him out of his boxers. oh and once you did, you were gobsmacked. you’ve spent so much time daydreaming about this cock, just wishing it was the one thing putting you to sleep instead of your fingers, and now that it was standing in front of you, you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the sight.

you smiled sweetly before placing your hands on the back of his knees, the man above you already fisting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, his hips bucking at the pleasure shooting into his core. “o-oh, fuck..” he swallowed thickly, watching as your sparkly lips enveloped the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around his aching tip with ease. you moaned around his length, taking him inch by inch until your nose nudged his pubic bone.

blinking up at him through your eyelashes, you slowly pulled off of him, holding him at the base as he watched you trace your lips with a mix of spit and precum. “you’re gonna get it.” was the last thing rafe said before he pulled your head back down on his cock, a muffled whine sounding from your mouth before you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. rafe’s head rolled to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. your grip tightened around his legs, your eyebrows pinching together as rafe groaned, his muscles constricting underneath his skin.

“i imagined this for so long..” he said through gritted teeth, “..since way before we even started texting.” you moaned at the revelation, grateful that he took the hint and let you slide off of him for a moment so you could breathe. gasping once you were able to get a full breath, rafe cursed when his eyes landed on the thick string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock. “why didn’t you do something about it, then?” rafe shook his head, letting go of your hair before landing a playful smack across your cheek. “you know what? that’s a really good question, ‘think you would’ve been okay with me stuffing your mouth back then?”

you giggled, licking your lips before getting up and pushing him down on the bed. rafe brought you down with him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you kissed him sloppily. feeling him like this, skin to skin, made a weight that you didn’t even know was there lift from your heart, your soft hands stroking his chest as he held you in his big arms. snaking down his torso, you pressed a trail of kisses down his stomach until you reached his length, wrapping a hand around his base.

“tell me, rafe,” you scooted down so you were straddling his thighs, “would you have even had the balls to take me the way you wanted?” rafe’s chest rose and fell as you stroked him languidly, his eyes struggling to stay open as you watched him with that dark gaze of yours. “nah, i didn’t think you’d be able to take it.” you smiled, taking your bottom lip between your teeth before you picked up your pace, the action making rafe’s hips buck. “ah, fuck!” he heaved, his jaw falling slack as he felt himself teetering the edge of euphoria.

“already gonna cum?” you teased, “so fucking pathetic.” rafe blinked, his jaw tightening at your words. he couldn’t let you win this easily. despite it feeling impossible, he mustered up the strength to stop your ministrations, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you down beneath him. “you might be royalty out there, but in here? with me? you don’t get to have your fucking way. you’re nothing.” you gasped, your heart beating in your ears as he threw your legs over his shoulders.

suddenly you didn’t have the same confidence from earlier now that rafe had you right where he wanted you, his cock sitting snuggly between your folds. your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him teasing your clit, a shaky breath leaving your lips as he entered you slowly. rafe buried his face in your neck, his teeth nipping the sensitive flesh there. your eyes watered at the stretch, a small cry emitting from your throat. rafe looked down at you and made sure you were okay before thrusting into you, both of you moaning in unison.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he praised you, “better than what i could’ve ever imagined.” he pressed a kiss to your calf, pressing a large palm over your lower stomach. you squeaked at the pressure, your toes curling as he fucked into you with vigor. “i wonder what people would think of you if they knew you were a cock hungry slut,” he started thumbing your clit, your hands shooting up to dig crescents into his biceps, “i should mark you up, ‘show everyone who the fuck you belong to when they see us out.”

you don’t know why, but the idea of walking around with rafe, everyone’s eyes falling on you two in every room you enter, turned you on beyond belief, especially at the prospect of being littered with bruises and hickeys from none other than the man on top of you. “i want that,” you whimpered, “want’ everyone to know you’re mine too.” rafe groaned. all he’s wanted to hear since you two started this whole thing. that he was yours.. that you wanted him the way he wanted you.

rafe wished so badly that he didn’t refrain from letting himself cum over the course of these last few months, because then maybe he wouldn’t be close to blowing his load this soon. “still think i’m pathetic if i cum right now?” rafe trailed his lips across your collarbone, his forehead nudging your chin as you nodded breathlessly. “oh, totally.” you laughed, the smile from your face being wiped off as soon as rafe picked up his speed on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i guess that’s gonna make two of us then..” you had heavy tears rolling down your cheeks when your high washed over you in waves of pure ecstasy, your legs trembling as you thrashed against him. you lost all ability to speak or think, rafe’s hips coming to a stop as he pulled out, still stroking his length as he emptied himself over your drenched folds. rafe shuddered, watching the way his cum painted your pretty cunt. you were left clenching around nothing, a pout forming on your lips.

“w-why didn’t you just cum inside me?” you stuttered, rafe’s eyes widening at your display of offense. “well i wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with that—” you cut him off, clamping a hand over his mouth before reaching down and guided his tip over the mess he made. “put it in me.” your had seen plenty of gazes turn dark before, but rafe’s was just incomparable. he was distraught, the look on your face sending him into overdrive. he did as you said, his mind churning with a thousand thoughts at once.

you took every drop like a champ, his eyes hanging low as he collapsed next to you, pulling you into his side. cradling his head to your chest, you reveled in the feeling of his arms being wrapped around you, both of you panting softly in an attempt to catch your breaths. staying in this position for what seemed like forever, you blinked once rafe’s voice broke you out of your post-sex bliss. “what made you change your mind?” he asked, running his fingertips up and down the column of your spine.

“my mind was already made up..” you whispered, “i just needed to put my ego away and finally choose something for myself.”

at your words, rafe pulled you into a heated kiss, which only then lead to round two and three and so on until you were barely able to hold yourself up in the shower. you and rafe slept in the next morning, both of you spending the rest of the week seemingly catching up with all of the pent up sexual frustration you two shared until it was time to go back home and do it all overs again. your phone had been blowing up with unanswered calls and texts from chanel, your best friend worried sick about you and your sudden disappearance. “where the fuck have you been?! i was starting to think i should file a missing persons report!” she shouted.

“i promise i’m going to explain everything. meet me at our brunch spot in ten minutes.. and feel free to bring topper..”

“how did this happen?!” chanel squealed excitedly, looking between you and rafe as he draped an arm across your shoulders, your lips finding his. oh, god, where could you even start? “it’s a really interesting story, but trust me when i say you’ll thank me for sparing the details.” you laughed. topper was also mildly confused at his best friend’s sudden attitude change towards you. “blink twice if you need help, bro.” he chuckled nervously, both you and chanel shooting him a glare. “nah, no cries for help over here. i’m right where i wanna be..”

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[sombrashe]

fingertips ∿ nam-gyu x reader x thanos

smut

content reader has a vagina, threesome, oral m!receiving, fingering, drug mention (reader takes one of thanos' pills)

notes the longer version of this post

"Two truths and a lie, ready? Go."

"I have two sisters, I've been out of the country, and I breathe air."

The guys whisper among themselves each one dramatically looking in your direction every so often. You played with your nails, weeks unemployed has led them to get rather long. Scratching at a dry patch above your elbow they finally have an answer.

"The lie is-"

"Wait, shit. It's just one lie? I did one truth, ha. Well, I fucked up. Your turn."

You give them a wide smile, your eyes drooping as whatever Thanos gave you started to take hold. They look at each other before Thanos takes your hands in his. Long fingers bind your hands together and you're yanked.

Embarrassment floods heat to your face as you land sprawled over his legs. Your hands are pinned under you and your only solace is the placement of the bunks kept you three out of most people's view. Just as fast as you were pulled down, you're righted back into a sitting position. Only this time your back is pressed against Nam-gyus chest.

"Two truths and a lie. I'll go."

"I am a rapper, this is Nam-sus first time trying these pills, me and him fucked before."

"Well, the lie is obviously that you two fucked before." They seem to pent up to have fucked before or else they would have again by now.

"Wrong." Nam-gyu lifts his sleeve and shows off the track marks littering his inner elbow. You look between the two of them and their hungry grins as you take in the information. Then you start laughing. It's soft at first, a few quick bursts of laughter mixed with silence.

"That shit would be funny as fuck." Your laugh has upgraded to a genuine cackle as you imagined it. Leaning back, you genuinely can't figure out which one would be on top. Thanos has too much of an ego to bottom but Nam-gyu would be the perfect amount of pathetic to top Thanos.

There's a shout and a ring-clad hand covers your mouth. You all wait a moment, giggles muffled behind flesh. When you've finally calmed down enough you take Nam-gyus hand and hold it against your heart.

"Funny as fuck." You mouthed to a grinning Thanos. He leans forward and tilts his head as if he's going in for a kiss. Passing your lips he whispers low enough for you two to hear.

"Wanna know the story?"

You rub your cheek against his with an excited yes. He pulls away and his surprisingly still fluffy hair tickles your nose. Getting comfortable, you and Nam-gyu have upgraded from a simple hand on your chest to playing with each other's fingers as you listened.

"Our first time smoking together. It was just weed really. Well, we had just smoked a blunt. I think we also did Ketamine, maybe some coke. We start smoking and next thing you know we're both hard and with no señoritas around we took care of each other."

You listen intently. Your lips parted and your head slotted against Nam-gyus neck. Wow. You blink in his direction for a moment.

"Who fucked who?"

"That's not important. Now we need to know if you're gonna join us."

"Obviously, but first I want to know who fucked who."

"You let us have some fun and we'll show you."

Nam-gyu finally speaks up and you sit up at the prospect. Grabbing one hand from each boy you place them over your chest and give their hands a squeeze for them. Slipping out of the bed you pad your way to the door in the far corner. You don't hear them but you know they're both right behind you.

"I have to go. So do they."

The guard hesitates for a moment but eventually lets you three out. Staying a few steps ahead of them you walk up the stairs with them trailing behind you. Entering the bathroom you make sure it's empty before pulling both in for a kiss. It's messy and doesn't work out quite right but you'll be damned if you didn't get your fill. Pulling away you're already panting with restrained excitement.

Neither one wastes any time stripping your top half completely naked. Shivering in the conditioned room, goosebumps litter your skin as you wait. It takes a few minutes, both admiring your tits. A few minutes is all they last before you're being nipped at. Thanos has teeth on your shoulders while Nam-gyu focuses on your jawline. Each one takes a handful and starts toying with your nipples. The sharp pain of teeth against flesh tingles your toes while the pleasure from their eager hand movements has your thighs clenching. You don't know what to do with your hands so you keep them balled up at your side. Only once blood starts staining their teeth do they pull away.

Pain is replaced with a tingling sensation as the pill covers your senses. Wetting your bottom lip you sink to your knees in from of Nam-gyu. Your jacket is folded to kneel on and you look back at Thanos. Once he joins you reach up and yank their sweats down with a little too much enthusiasm. With Thanos, it's a clean pull, just his sweats, his briefs restraining his cock. With Nam-gyu you accidentally catch his briefs in your pull and his cock springs free to slap against you. He lets out a laugh and you glare up at him motioning with chomping teeth what you'll do if he continues. Covering his laugh with a cough you go back to removing Thanos' briefs. You watch as his cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen.

Biting at your nail you take in the scene; two leaking cocks waiting for you to play with. Lifting your chin you maintain eye contact as you lick a stripe up Thanos' cock. Your tongue follows the small vein on the underside before you give his tip small kisses. Pulling away you mimic your actions with Nam-gyus and memorize each of their reactions. Taking a moment to gather some spit you let your tongue drip some down onto the tip of Thanos' cock. Using your hand you jack him off while your mouth is occupied with taking a few inches of Nam-gyus down your throat. Of course, Thanos starts complaining.

"How come he gets head first? I am Thanos the Great, your mouth should be over here."

You flip him off before continuing your movements. Taking Nam-gyu further your nose tickles as his bush brushes against it. Spending a few minutes ignoring Thanos and annoyance has you fucking up your rhythm.

"Shut up for two minutes and I'll give you head."

Going back to bobbing your head the silence doesn't last long. Thanos continues to voice his concerns for a few more minutes until he catches Nam-gyus face change. Hands tangle in your hair and drool drips down your chin. Silence falls over the bathroom and the only sounds that are amplified are your muffled hums and the wet movement of your hands. Two minutes wiz by and you reward Thanos by popping off Nam-gyus dick and onto his.

You work your way down until he's a lump in your throat. Bobbing your head you're only able to get a few breaths in before he's shoving your head down until you're choking on spit and pre-cum. His sounds are much more intimate. Low groans and praise fill the space. Nam-gyu only participates with heavy breathing and long sighs. A little while later you're being yanked off Thanos with a sharp inhale.

Your hand is replaced and both jack the other off until they finish on your face. You're given little warning to close your eyes but you make perfect time and you get a rush of adrenaline. When their breathing evens, you blink your eyes open. Standing, you pop your back and look between them.

Painted nails grip the clean skin of your jaw. Each one spends moments cleaning your face with their tongues. Every so often their lips brush against one another's and they spend time swapping cum. You're thoroughly covered in spit when they're done.

Groaning you grab some paper towels and clean your face with a damp one. Turning you see them both situated and talking amongst themselves. Pushing past them you gather your shirt and jacket and throw it back on. A manicured nail is placed against your chest and you're pushed back against the wall. Nam-gyu slots himself between you and the wall and lets you push up against him.

Two sets of hands are shoved down the front of your sweats. Long fingers pet themselves past your folds and into your dripping core. Cool metal causes your abdomen to clench as it presses against your skin. Your clit is pulled and scratched at. Instead of pain, you feel pure ecstasy at the feeling.

"Oh, holy fucking God."

Grinding your hips forward, deft fingers move in and out of you. Slick sounds fill your burning ears. Burying your face into Nam-gyus neck he leans forward to give you the escape. You're played with for only a few minutes before your orgasm washes over you. Your earlier activities having worked you up enough to cum twice already.

Your jaw clenches and your body tightens. Leaning there you attempt to catch your breath. Removing themselves from you, fingers are then shoved into your mouth and you're ordered to clean them. Whining around them you suck Thanos' fingers clean, your tongue moving between his digits to clean every inch. Pulling his hand away from your mouth you take the back of your hand and remove the extra drool that fell down your chin.

Thanos grins and wraps his arm around your shoulder. Laughing he starts going off about a rap he plans to complete once he gets out of here. You catch Nam-gyu on his other side holding onto his sleeve as he gleefully listens to Thanos ramble on.

[pomefioredove]

can i order a sugar cookie, #18, with frosting and dry fruit please 💕💕 love your work

coughs weakly

order #18, sugar with frosting, dry fruit

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ intent to bite

summary: a miscommunication leads to sharing a small bed with lilia tropes: only one bed, first kiss characters: lilia additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, who is an adult, a lil suggestive

"Told you this was a bad idea," Grim mumbles.

"Why am I stuck with Sebek, anyway?! I should be with my hench-human!"

You hold a finger to your lips. So much for hoping Grim would mind his manners on this trip.

"We've been over this," Silver says, carrying a six or seven bags inside the house. "Malleus will take the first guest room, Lilia and the Prefect will take the second, because it has two beds. Sebek and I are sleeping in the lounge, where there's a dog bed for you."

"I'm no dog!"

"That's not-" Silver sighs, looking to you for help. You have nothing.

Then, there's breath on your neck and a voice in your ear. "Oh, don't look so glum. It'll be a fine bonding experience for you boys!"

You jolt, and Lilia giggles into your ear, the airy, cheerful sound almost as teasing as the prank.

Grim sighs. "I bet Sebek snores like a lawn mower..."

"And you don't?" you mutter, much to Lilia's delight.

"Khee hee. Personally, I'm tickled by this! The Zigvolt family is as welcoming as ever. Oh, Malleus, do you need help with that?"

The smaller fae leaves to hold the door open for Malleus, while Grim repeats "tickled??" in a grumble. Silver sighs again.

"It's been a long journey. We'll all feel better once we've slept,"

"This can't be right,"

You stand in the narrow doorway, overnight bag in hand. The guest room is dark, but you can still feel how small it is. There's no way two people can fit in here.

Lilia peers over your shoulder. "What's- ah. I see,"

Your eyes adjust to the darkness. There's only one. There's only one bed.

"Now, this is unfortunate. Our rooms must have been mixed up. And Malleus has already retired, poor thing..."

You look at him. "What are we going to do?"

"Do? Why, sleep, of course,"

"Where?"

Lilia smiles and pats your head, as if you were an adorable kitty cat rather than a very tired and disgruntled adult after a full day of travel.

"In bed, my dear. Unless you were planning on taking the bath,"

He slips under your arm and into the room, tossing his bag on the floor with no regard or interest for the clothes and trinkets that spill from it.

You follow, putting your own things away as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. "Well?"

"...You can't honestly act as if this is normal,"

Lilia giggles. "What are you so afraid of? I'm not going to eat you,"

You listen, if only a little, sitting at the edge of the bed, as far from him as possible. Why is this making you so nervous?

"I'm just not used to it. That's all,"

Shit excuse. He can tell, too, if that smirk of his is any indication.

"Ah, I see. You think, hope, perhaps? that I'm going to make a move on you, as the kids say,"

Your eyes widen and you stumble over yourself, trying to come up with a rebuttal, an excuse, a lie, anything at all.

His smirk sharpens. Literally- his fangs dig into his lower lip, and he sticks his tongue out at you.

"If you're going to be this tense all night, you won't get any sleep. I'll tell you what-" he says, sitting up. "I will graciously allow you one kiss to sate your curiosity. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Now that's just unfair. "That's- what makes you think I would-!"

You stumble some more, and he drinks in the sight of you, flustered and nervous and oh-so close to him.

Lilia lets you argue with yourself until you're spent.

"...Fine,"

He claps. "Very well. Come here, Prefect,"

You sigh, but cross the bed, anyway, feeling the soft, handmade quilt underhand. You can't believe you're going to do this in Sebek's house, of all places...

Curse this fae.

You sit before him, far more vulnerable than you would have liked.

"Very good. But you could come a little closer, don't you think?"

Again, you listen. You sit on his lap, straddling his thighs, much to his delight.

"Better," he mumbles, perhaps more to himself than to you, because then his hand is holding the back of your head and his mouth is on yours.

Lilia doesn't give you much, and you know that's his intention. The kiss is much too chaste for him, and much too slow for you, but passion and pace were never a part of the deal.

You let it go.

And with some reluctance, you part from him, warm and jittery. That wasn't enough, and he knows it.

"You look like you have something you want to ask," Lilia says, his fingers brushing over your neck, feeling the beating of your heart in your pulse.

"...No," you lie.

He smirks again, baring his fangs as if warning you of his intent to bite.

"Khee hee. Don't worry, desire is nothing to be ashamed of. And we all have our little secrets... I, for example, may have asked Malleus to switch rooms with us."

Despite what Silver had said, you can't imagine sleeping now.

[gloomwitchwrites]

okay for the what ifs…

do you know that tiktok audio of the english guy going “RIGHT. THAT’S IT. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! E-NOUGH!!”

imagining that the t141 boys’ partners finally make them reach the end of their rope after being a little shit the whole day, so the boy(s) finally decide to do something about their attitude(s)… 👀

Well, howdy. Hello! I didn't forget about you! (And I am so sorry that it took me this long to get to this. I am very backlogged y'all.) Firstly, thank you for fielding all my questions and sending me reference videos because I desperately needed them.

And because you told me that the boys need to "correct" reader's attitude, I decided not to control the impulse and literally use this prompt as an excuse to write some smut.

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: dubcon elements, bratty behavior, ball gags, sex toys, spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected piv, creampie, anal plug, face fucking, restraints

Word Count: 1.3k

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John Price

Being bad is fun. Wicked. Pushing buttons and riling up your man is your favorite pastime.

“Right,” says John. “That’s it.” With a deep sigh, he places his hands on his knees. Pushing off slowly, John straightens his back, arriving at his full height.

You back up but John is already striding forward, each step long and purposeful. Intent on catching you.

“I’ve had enough.” His voice is eerily calm. “Do you hear me, love?” John backs you up against the wall, one hand pressed to the plaster beside the side of your head.  “E-nough.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you lie, knowing full well what you’ve done.

“That bloody attitude.” He lightly presses his hand to your throat. “I think we need to keep quiet for a bit, yeah?”

John’s shift from the front of your throat to the back is swift. In a span of a breath, John yanks you away from the wall and tosses you onto the bed. You land on your stomach, and then his weight is on you, keeping you pinned as he forces your face up.

“Let’s muzzle that mouth, yeah?”

The ball gag is in before you have a chance to protest, John’s deft hands securing it. His weight disappears, but it is short-lived. John flips you over, pushing your legs wide, exposing your bare pussy to him.

Your arousal is fresh. Wanton.

“That’s better,” he says, stroking the inside of your thigh politely.

John gives your flesh a light slap. And then another, moving lower still until he’s dangerously close to landing directly between your thighs.

“Let’s find out how sweet you sound without your words, love.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

"Right. That's it."

Johnny turns you around and bends you over in a blink. There is hardly a chance to protest or run. You've been poking at him all day, and now he's over it. Clearly.

"I've had enough." His palm comes down on your exposed ass.

You yelp, the sting fierce.

Grabbing both of your arms, he brings them around to your back, holding them in place. Putting one knee on the bed between your legs, Johnny knocks them open. Keeping your arms to your back with one hand, Johnny uses the other to slide home. It's rough, a slight sting that makes you whimper.

"I've had enough. Enough of the attitude. Enough of the backtalk. Didn't give you permission to be a brat."

Each thrust is rough, a pounding thing that sends you bouncing, but Johnny has a firm hold. You are unable to move anywhere and can only take what he gives. There is nothing sweet about this. It is pure punishment.

His hands only grip. They don't caress—don't touch. He completely ignores your pulsing clit. It needs stimulation, but Johnny is denying it, refusing to touch it. It’s a damn shame. He loves teasing it.

Johnny shifts your body, pushing your face into the bed and opening up your hips to take a deeper angle. He uses you like a toy, nothing more than an object.

"Please," you whimper, but he ignores you.

His pace becomes erratic, and then fizzles out as he seals your bodies together. You feel the burst, and hear his low groan. For a moment, there is a lull, and then nothing.

"You want release, love?"

You nod against the bed, turning your head. "I want it. Please."

Johnny releases your arms and then steps away. "Too bad. You'll do without." He places a hand on the bed next to your head. Leaning forward, he comes into view. "If you correct your behavior. I'll give you what you want."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon’s sigh is loud. "Right," he says, eerily calm. 'That's it."

You’ve rarely ever seen him upset. Simon might raise his voice or get into someone’s face, but it mostly just for show. It’s not real anger. It’s when Simon is utterly calm that you should worry.

It's your own fault, too. All day you've been annoying him, being a brat, pushing his buttons simply because you like it when he deals out punishment.

"I've had enough. Enough of your attitude. Of your antics."

Pushing him a bit couldn’t hurt.

"You hear me? I've had enough."

"I don't know what you're—"

You're flipped onto your stomach without ceremony. Simon has your pajama bottoms off and your ass cheeks spread in seconds.

"Simon!" you protest, clawing at the bed.

He yanks open the bedside table. You turn your head, noticing the bottle of lube and the anal plug.

"You want punishment? You'll get it."

You attempt to push yourself up but Simon shoves you right back down, flattening you as he lathers up the plug.

“What—oh.” Simon doesn’t force it in. He eases it. Slowly. “Oh—fuck,” you moan, elongating the vowel.

The resistance is short. It’s in, stretching. Sitting snug. Your pussy clenches around nothing but is already throbbing, wanting something inside it.

"Come here," growls Simon, turning you onto your side.

He lifts your top leg, opening you wide for him. With your ass against him and your pussy exposed to the air, Simon lines the head of his cock up and thrusts home.

He's not sweet. Each thrust is sharp and deep, balls bouncing against you with each movement. You’re filled in both holes, unable to pull away—but it’s not like you want to. It’s the punishment you’re after.

Simon presses his lips to your ear. "This is about me. About getting what's mine. You want to be a brat? To rile me up? Then in return, you'll be my slut.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle turns the television off.

You sit up, turning in his direction. "Rude.”

Kyle sets the remote down on the table. "You want to explain your behavior today."

You swallow, and feign innocence. "Don't know what you're talking about."

Kyle frowns. "Hold out your arms."

"Kyle—"

"Do it. Wrists together."

You present them. Kyle undoes and removes his belt with one hand. He wraps the leather around it, buckling it in place. He gives your arms a tug, bringing you to the very edge of the sofa.

"I didn't do anything."

A lie. You did plenty. Snarky and sassy replies to all of his texts, not answering your phone when he called. Criticizing his driving in the car, and then his parking. You were a menace.

"Right," muses Kyle. He sighs. "I've had enough." With another yank, Kyle brings your face close to his groin. "Enough." You open your mouth to add one last quip but Kyle is having none of it. "You've been running your mouth all day. I know what you're after, love. And you're not getting it."

You stand your ground, if though you have nothing to stand on. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Kyle smirks. You know he knows.

"Open your mouth," he says, unbuttoning the front of his jeans. His free hand palms his dick. Kyle arches a single eyebrow, daring you to defy him.

You keep your mouth closed.

“Don’t test me.”

And still, you do not obey.

Kyle twists his wrist, tightening the lead on the belt. It pulls taut, so much so that it briefly bites into your skin. It surprises you, drumming up an audible gasp.

It’s his opportunity.

His dick is in your mouth in seconds, using the belt to pull you forward, sliding more of his length down your throat. When you attempt to pull back, Kyle grabs the back of your head.

You’re stuck and full of him.

"Let's put that mouth to better use.”

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[partycatty]

i was sent an incredibly delicious prompt to use, and i just can't resist it omg. requester wanted to be anonymous, but just know i appreciate u! i won't lie, i ran into so many blocks trying to get this out. writing is hard :( i ended up taking a couple creative liberties anon i hope that's okay

bi-han > new tricks

johnny cage's girlfriend catches him cheating, so she tries to get back at him using bi-han. it's all fun and games, until something new starts to blossom.

warnings: u get cheated on, THIS IS NSFW, author struggles to write johnny in a bad light bc of their favoritism /j, accidental bottom bi-han

notes: i'm rubbing my hands together like a little fly rn, also bi-han's betrayal doesn't happen in this case, also also yes i made a gif of johnny getting his shit rocked for this fic thumbnail

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PART 2 !!!!

•you and johnny got together following the end of the storyline's events. he charmed you to holy hell and back with those dumb sunglasses and pickup lines at the academy. he was a sweetheart at first, love-bombing you endlessly until you accepted his thirtieth relationship proposal. deciding to stop dragging him along like a lost puppy, you finally said yes, and off you went to date a movie star!

•the change from being nobody to somebody was JARRING. suddenly, cameras were up your ass all the time, and you caught yourself staring out of your apartment window on multiple occasions to see people scurry away when they're spotted.

•even so, you can't lie. the parties that celebrities hold rival outworld's temptations. especially if johnny is hosting. despite downsizing from his mega mansion, his new home was still expansive enough to hold a large number of people. and boy did he take advantage of the space.

•everyone was a few drinks deep, you yourself were a little buzzed but with the intention of loosening up and socializing. johnny however, seems to have other intentions.

•johnny is canonically a recovering alcoholic. he'd indulge in a girly drink every now and then, maybe some whiskey on a really shitty day. but today, he must have combined the two flavors of vice and was now fitting his clothed dick into some random C-list actress's ass, grinding to the music. his sunglasses sloppily clung onto his nose and his face was flushed. drunk or not, he was dry humping some random broad at his own damn party, with you only a few feet away.

•you want to scream so bad, to tear her bleached blonde hair to the ground and beat her, and then johnny. but all you can do is stand there horrified, that is, until johnny looks up from his buried face in her neck and makes eye contact with you, eyes wide.

•"babe — goddamnit — babe!" johnny slurs out, holding your arms tight on his balcony. "it's not... fuck. it's just fun! it's a party! lighten up!"

•after a drunken back and forth, johnny eventually throws his hands in the air and tells you to fuck off because he can find better at that very party. although you heavily disagreed, the conversation abruptly ended when you slurred something back along the lines of "you want some other bitch? have 'em then!" officially ending your relationship and storming out of the party.

•the following few days were rough on your heart, and majority of the time your bed was occupied and loud sobs echoed across your walls. you could've had it all, dammit, and this dickhead just threw you away like nothing! he thinks he can just score any woman he wants, whenever he wants. even if he learned his lesson from cris, his playboy attitude runs in his veins. it's not something he's gonna shake easily, and you were a victim to his unchanging behavior.

•back to living with nothing, you decided to retreat to the one place you knew you were wanted; the lin kuei compound. bi-han, kuai liang and tomas respected your strength when it came to fighting against evil and welcomed you like their own.

•after about three days of living on the lin kuei's land, you check social media. you went ghost online after the breakup since the paparazzi and article rats were prowling the internet (and your home) for details about your breakup with the A-Lister. checking social media proved to be a stupid move, because almost instantly your feed was flooding with photos and videos of your ex-boyfriend partying on yachts and posing with models. he's really out here posting like he's not damaged in the slightest, but literally everyone and their mother can read the post a little deeper and see he's compensating for losing you. you were mature, well-spoken, and well respected, and he was still trying to get his shit together after everything that happened. you were just another crack in his shittily held together glass. and it was time to get back at him.

•it starts off innocently enough, you snap quick photos of the grandmaster when he's not looking, showing only his veiny arms and a hint of his blue uniform. you'd post it to your story to pretend to soft launch this new "boyfriend," linking a romantic song to the post and letting people run wild. this proved effective immediately, as you noticed that "UgotCAGEd" with the little verified mark would view your story almost the exact moment it'd go up. you knew that he knew exactly who was in the photo, and it just had to have been driving him up a wall. he even tried to combat this by posting more and more, each setting getting more lavish and sexy than the last. if anything, johnny was a chronic 1-upper. but you couldn't just post blurry pictures of bi-han forever. this needed to cut deep.

•and you were going to play this stupid game, because if he goes low, you go in the TRENCHES.

•"grandmaster sub-zero, i-i have a favor to ask you," you politely ask, bowing once before smiling up at bi-han. "i have a plan. a... ridiculous one. but it needs your help."

•"you want us to fake partnership?" bi-han asks you, trying to summarize your lengthy explanation. "go ask kuai liang. or tomas. they need something to do these days, with shang tsung imprisoned. i'm busy."

•"it can't be them, it has to be you," you respectfully protest, putting your hands in a prayer position to beg for his help. "johnny is... jealous of you. it would be most effective. and i'll be forever in your debt." bi-han's eyes momentarily widen at your insistence. your desperation for his help caught him a little off guard.

•it's true. johnny was jealous ever since he got his shit kicked in when they first met. they were never really huge fans of each other since then. standing in front of him now, it's easy to understand how bi-han was so superior. his emotions never took control, he was a powerful leader for his clan, and his furrowed brows and gravely voice rumbled inside of your chest... jesus, now that you're getting a good look, he's actually pretty hot. oh, no.

•"this is ridiculous," bi-han groans, trying to angle himself just right in the selfie. he stands behind you, hand wrapped around your neck as you try to angle the photo just right to where it only gives a tease of his face in the mirror's reflection. "how long does one photo take?"

•"it has to be perfect," you reply, eyes focused on your phone as you wiggle it in different directions to get the best possible view. "crouch down a little more, so more of your jawline shows."

•he leans down, and his breath fans across your neck and ear as he sighs in frustration. you can't deny the little tingle it made you feel inside. but hey, anyone would be nervous if a brick wall like bi-han was in breathing vicinity...

•you snap the photo, seemingly satisfied but now fighting a flustered expression. when you look it over, you realize no, this isn't enough. johnny would leak his own sex tape with a model to beat you at this stupid game, and while you weren't necessarily ready to start blowing the ninja, you knew you needed to get one step ahead.

•"can we take... one more?" you ask sheepishly, already trying to put into words what exactly you're going to ask from this expressionless man.

•"only if it's quick," he replies with a frown, crossing his arms.

•you take a deep breath, spinning to face him and nearly chest to chest from the tightness of the small bedroom you were given.

•pointing to your bed, bi-han almost instantly understands. his lips turn into a thin line as his cheeks are brushed with warmth, warmth that he tries to conceal from you with his hand as he rubs his face.

•he sits himself on the bed, propped up on his elbows with a knowing look in his eye. it's difficult to maintain eye contact as you crawl onto the edge of the bed, hesitant to do what you wanted. for a moment, you want to pull away and trash your entire plan. there's no way you were about to climb up and sit on a ninja grandmaster's lap as revenge against your movie star ex. how in the genuine hell did you end up in this situation??

•"come on, woman," bi-han grumbles, sitting up for a moment to abruptly wrap his hands around your hips and pulling you to sit atop his lap. you tense up, realizing you're now straddling him... and lowkey, he looks good under you. he also just manhandled you. hm. curious.

•you try to shift yourself to comfortably rest on his hips before seeming satisfied with the position. shakily, you reach up to snap a selfie, one that conceals his face but shows you sticking your tongue out and flipping the bird.

•and then you felt it.

•at first, it went unnoticed due to your nerves about the uncharacteristic closeness. but, once you settled to snap the photo, you realized that... bi-han was rock fucking hard underneath you. you weren't sure if you should acknowledge it, but regardless, it felt so perfectly sized against your clothed folds, and you make your interest unintentionally obvious when you let out a nervous whimper. bi-han's eyes remained trained onto yours with a hint of hunger in his low-lidded gaze. even though he wanted to initially hide the boner, it was now abundantly obvious and he felt a surge of confidence gauging your reaction. the hands that rested on your hips tightened, his cold fingers digging into your flesh.

•"you feel that?" he grumbles out, his body feeling suddenly incredibly hot against yours. you swallow and nod. as you do, his firm grip starts to rock your hips back and forth against his cock, the friction of the fabric dividing you two sending you wild already. "whose is bigger?"

•"...yours," you answer breathlessly, allowing yourself to be controlled by the cryomancer's hands. your confession was true, too. johnny's dick was long and lean, but bi-han's.... lord. it felt thick. even through layers of clothes it felt like it could tear you down the middle if he pounded hard enough. a new part of you wanted to find out.

•with a sudden haste, bi-han hikes up your skirt and top, holding the clothes bunched around your waist as he abruptly gives you even closer contact to his cock. you could feel it twitch and throb, and every part of you wanted to sink it into your throat to see how well it hugs your mouth's fleshy walls. his hands crawl underneath the bunched up clothes and settle on your hips, this time directly gripping the plush of them.

•a shiver shot down your spine, both with sudden arousal and the frosty trails on your body from his fingertips. even if he wouldn't admit it, he was just as excited as you were. he let out a low growl feeling your pussy leak through your panties and dampen his dick.

•"i hated the way he looked at you," he'd grumble, eyes fixated on the friction he was creating by manhandling your frame to grind against his. "wanted you all to myself — ngh —"

•you wanted so badly to stop and unpack that wild, sudden confession, but you were already fiending for his popsicle like a motherfucker. through your hazy vision, you see bi-han lock eyes with you, a devilish glint present. he reaches between the two of you and palms himself while you try to relieve the pressure on your clit using the back of his hand.

•finally fed up with the foreplay, bi-han pushes you off of him, making you elevate your body on your knees. he tugs his shirt up and his pants down. his member springs free from the tight constraints, and lord help us all, it's as long and thick as it felt through the pants.

•"you wish to get back at that pompous wannabe?" he asks, voice dangerously husky. "get to it then." obeying like a dog, you settle between his parted legs. still holding his dick, he slaps it against your cheek expectantly.

•the tension, the hunger, and the high emotions overtook your strength to remain proper in front of the grandmaster as you eagerly licked at the base of his shaft, trailing kisses all the way to the warm tip. once you feel properly sure of his size, you slowly but surely sink him into your mouth, barely able to get his dick deep enough without causing a strain on your jaw muscles. bi-han tries to keep his arousal under wraps, but when he feels you hollow out your cheeks to give him the greatest pleasure possible, he lets out a little whine of surprise, though it still sounds more animalistic due to his grumbly voice.

•you hold this position for a moment, letting your warmth completely encapsulate his freezing body. you were starting to see stars in the corner of your eyes before bi-han harshly pulls you up by your hair, making you sputter for breath. a thin trail of saliva follows your lips as he raises your head.

•"wait," he commands breathlessly, fumbling with his other hand to find your phone that was discarded onto the mattress. when he does find it, he struggles even more, mind blank from horniness and also his unfamiliarity with smart devices. you chuckle to yourself, climbing back up to his chest and weaving your way between his arms to show him how to record a video. when it's finally figured out, you crawl back down to where you were and grab his cock with a full hand, stroking it lazily. he winces.

•"sensitive already?" you ask in a low tone, giggling to yourself. bi-han didn't have much time to relieve his sexual desires, so it's no wonder that the slightest bit of head nearly sends this man flying to the moon. "i expected more from you, grandmaster—"

•"—shut the fuck up," he replies sternly, not finding your teasing all too funny. "i'll silence that whore mouth."

•woah

•and with that, he holds the phone up, angled downward at you as you angle your lips on his tip again. he grabs the fistful of your hair and sinks you down once more, this time holding you in place. you barely had time to get some air in before getting your throat thoroughly plugged. you put your hands on his thighs to ensure you'd stay upright, but always sure to look at the camera as you gag and drool.

•"that's more like it," he'll purr, pushing your hair from your face as he holds you still. he then directs his voice to the camera. "how about that, cage? taught your dog some new tricks. i'd say she's exceeding expectations."

•when he finally lets you breathe, you only get a couple gasps before willingly taking his cock again, this time bobbing rhythmically. bi-han, as a ninja, is incredibly good at staying silent, so all he can do is let out occasional exhales and sharp intakes of breath as you suck him off.

•you're sure to put on more of a show than usual for the video, looking into the camera with a sultry smile even with your lips stretched out to accommodate for his giant dick. you've got an expression that says "fuck you."

•when bi-han has enough of your pace, he starts to buck his hips into your throat, creating a nasty gargling sound in the back of your head that would be otherwise nauseating. you're surprised he's not ripping the hair straight from your scalp as he death grips a fistful. frosty hands grip the sheets, solidifying them with a thin sheet of ice as he nears the edge. his body can't decide between lurching forward and arching back as you make him cum.

•he's a silent orgasm-haver. bi-han bites down hard on his lower lip as he releases, clenching his eyes shut and knitting his brows together. and boy, does he love to ride the high of fucking your face. he loves it even more knowing he'll have an audience.

•he wanted to cum into your mouth so badly, but even he knew better. he had to make the money shot something memorable. cum painted your face beautifully, dripping down your cheeks and catching in your eyebrows. there was even a thick streak starting from your hairline. with no time to ever do this himself, his jizz accumulated within him for quite some time, now soaking your entire face.

•bi-han stops the video, but only to snap photos of your messied, flushed face. gripping your cheeks to hold you in place, he's sure to make sure every drop of cum is within camera shot as he catches his breath.

•you swipe a glob of his load from your forehead and stick your finger in your mouth, tasting his arousal for you with a smirk.

•"definitely sending that to him," you giggle as he tucks his dick back into his pants. "i'm in your debt, bi-han." normally, he would've protested the use of his first name from an associate of liu kang, but he was too high from his orgasm to really give a shit. instead, he grumbles a small "mhm," and nods, fighting a little smirk himself.

•he stands up and grabs a loose towel, holding up your face more sweetly this time as he wipes you clean. the gesture was oddly soothing. he seemed like a pump and dump kind of man, and he probably is! but you're touching a sweet spot he didn't know he even had. even so, he's silent, never once communicating this and instead expressing it through the minor gesture.

•a relationship doesn't quite blossom yet, but the sexual tension between you two is now incredibly obvious to the lin kuei. his gaze lingers, as does yours. the touches during training last a moment longer. your silly little plan of making johnny angry seemed to have blossomed a new... situationship? we'll unpack that some other time.

•the following morning, your phone rings. it's johnny.

•"DID YOU BLOW THE FUCKING ICE NINJA?!"

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All Falls Down

pt.1

drug-dealer!paige x azzi fic. there will be smut and violence soo boom. also there are sum be plot holes. might fix them later or wtv

The dorm felt smaller than usual. The four white walls that once held nothing but good memories now felt like a prison closing in on Azzi. She sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, bouncing her leg so fast her knee nearly knocked over the water bottle on the floor. Her other hand was clenched into a fist, nails digging into her palm so hard they left little crescent moons in her skin.

“Shit bad rn. Don’t wait up.”

That was the last text Paige sent her. That was an hour ago.

Azzi had tried calling—once, twice, five times—but Paige wasn’t picking up. Wasn’t texting back. And that wasn’t like her.

Her stomach was in knots. Paige had been moving reckless lately, thinking she was invincible. She’d always been like that—so sure of herself, so certain she couldn’t lose. But Azzi knew better. Nobody ran the game forever.

She rubbed a hand over her face and tried to calm herself, but her brain wouldn’t stop spinning. The last time she saw Paige, they argued.

“You gotta stop this, P,” Azzi had pleaded, standing in front of the door so Paige couldn’t leave.

Paige had just smirked, tilting her head like Azzi was talking crazy. “Relax, baby. I got us.”

“No, you don’t!” Azzi had snapped, surprising even herself with how loud she got. “You think you untouchable, but you not! You just lucky, and luck gon’ run out!”

Paige had stepped forward, cupping Azzi’s face like she could hold all her worries in her hands. “Ain’t no luck, Z. It’s just me. I know what I’m doing.”

But Azzi knew that was a lie. If Paige really knew what she was doing, she wouldn’t be out right now, in the streets, moving shit like she wasn’t the most recognizable person on campus. UConn’s golden girl, National Player of the Year, everybody’s favorite. A face like hers wasn’t supposed to be in the trap.

But she was.

And now, she was missing.

Azzi’s hands were shaking. She unlocked her phone again, scrolling through their texts, trying to make sense of something—anything. Maybe she missed a sign. Maybe she could find a clue.

That’s when a new text popped up on her screen.

“They got her.”

Her breath hitched. Her entire body went still.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart slamming against her ribs so hard she thought it might crack.

“Who?? Where?? Stop playing w me.”

No answer.

Azzi jumped up so fast her chair scraped against the floor. She grabbed her keys, already halfway out the door, when a voice stopped her.

“Azzi, chill,” Nika said, stepping into the hallway. Her voice was low, serious in a way that made Azzi’s stomach twist even more. “It’s bad, bro.”

Azzi turned to her, eyes wide. “Bad how? Where’s Paige? What happened?”

Aaliyah stepped out behind Nika, arms crossed, looking at the floor like she couldn’t even bring herself to say it.

Nika licked her lips, hesitating. “Cops got her.”

Azzi’s world tilted.

She grabbed Nika’s arm, gripping so tight her fingers turned white. “What?”

“She got caught up, Z. That drop she was making? It was a setup. They had been watching her for weeks.”

Azzi’s breath came in short gasps. “No. No, no, no, no. She’s smart. She don’t make mistakes like that—”

“She slipped,” Nika cut in, voice hard. “They don’t make mistakes.”

Azzi felt her knees go weak. “Fuck.”

Her head was spinning. Paige. In jail. Paige, who promised she had everything under control. Paige, who swore she’d never let it get this far. Paige, who was now sitting in a holding cell, probably scared as hell, waiting for a miracle that wasn’t coming.

Azzi backed up, shaking her head. “No. No, we gotta do something. We gotta—”

“Ain’t no bail,” Aaliyah muttered. “They hit her with real shit. Intent to distribute. Conspiracy. She ain’t just getting out, Azzi.”

Azzi’s hands curled into fists. “No. That’s bullshit. She didn’t—she wouldn’t—”

“She did,” Nika interrupted. “You know she did.”

And that’s what broke her.

Azzi turned on her heel and ran.

She didn’t know where she was going, but she had to move, had to do something.

She burst out of the dorm into the cold night air, heart hammering in her chest. She ran until her lungs burned, until the tears streaming down her face blurred her vision.

She ended up at the only place that made sense.

-

The trap house was dark, but she knew someone was inside. She banged on the door so hard her knuckles ached.

“Open the fuck up!”

Footsteps. Then the door cracked open, a chain still locking it in place. A familiar face peeked through.

“Damn, Azzi. You loud as fuck.”

“Where the fuck is T?” she snapped.

A pause. Then the door unlatched.

She pushed past the guy, stepping into the dimly lit living room. The place smelled like weed and bad decisions. T was sitting on the couch, rolling a blunt like he wasn’t the reason her world was falling apart.

“You set her up,” Azzi said, voice shaking.

T glanced up, completely unfazed. “Nah.”

“Bullshit.”

He sighed, setting the blunt down. “Nobody set her up, Z. She got sloppy. That’s on her.”

Azzi clenched her fists, ready to swing. “You knew. You knew the cops was on her ass, and you ain’t say shit!”

T exhaled through his nose. “Wasn’t my business.”

“Fuck you!” she screamed, lunging at him.

Somebody grabbed her before she could connect, arms locking around her waist, dragging her back.

“Get the fuck off me!” she yelled, kicking, struggling, but they wouldn’t let go.

T just shook his head. “Ain’t no point in all that. She knew what it was.”

Azzi’s chest heaved. “You don’t care at all, huh?”

He didn’t answer.

She yanked herself free, glaring at all of them—Paige’s so-called “business partners,” the same people who let her fall without a second thought.

“She ain’t built for this,” Azzi muttered. “And y’all knew that.”

Still, nobody said shit.

Azzi turned and walked out.

-

The next morning, Azzi sat outside the jail, waiting for visitation hours. She hadn’t slept. Had barely breathed.

When they finally let her in, she damn near ran to the booth.

And there she was.

Paige.

She looked… different.

Her hair was messy, dark circles under her eyes. She looked exhausted. But when she saw Azzi, she managed a small, tired smirk.

“Hey, baby.”

Azzi’s vision blurred with tears. She grabbed the phone. “Paige.”

Paige leaned forward, pressing her hand against the glass. Azzi mirrored it, wishing she could touch her.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Paige whispered.

Azzi sniffled, shaking her head. “Why’d you do it, P?”

Paige sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I wanted to take care of us. I wanted more for us. And I thought I had it figured out.”

Azzi bit her lip, trying to hold herself together. “Now what?”

Paige’s face fell. “I don’t know.”

Azzi closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.

They sat in silence, hands pressed to the glass, both of them breaking in their own ways.

All that time, Paige thought she was building something for them.

But in the end, all she did was tear it down.

note: this ended up being not mini whatsoever and has 12 parts so boom. ima try to release them all within 2 days. but i have a life so shit might get in the way. dont hold it against me😟

smut will be in later chapters

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Hold Your Hand - A No Love Lost Bonus Chapter

Series Masterlist

Read on A03!

Author's Note: Ben has two modes. One: take care of Her. Two: take care of Her (with sex). This is the former.

Title from Waste by Foster the People.

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary/Warnings: You get your period, and Ben has to do his job and take care of that. Request from the amazing @ciuguapa! Takes place post series (I'm getting bold), or any time after Chapter 28. Usual warnings.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, tooth-rotting fluff, slightly angst, pre-established relationship

Ben roared Her name, because he was fucking dying. His gut was being ripped and torn apart,his whole body was sensitive—Ben wasn’t supposed to fucking be sensitive, ever—and something felt like it was contracting around things that were not supposed to be contracted around.

She was in bed, and didn’t even goddamn look up when Ben stomped into their bedroom. He opened his mouth to say Her name again—and maybe fucking tell her to look at him and smile and let him crawl between the sheets and hold her until the pain faded—but he froze. She didn’t look good. She looked beautiful—She always looked beautiful—but her expression was made of deep lines and lips that looked crusted with quickly drying blood, and her eyes were squeezed shut. She’d curled into a ball, her hands were smoking in the sheets, and her heart was pounding out of her chest, making the ringing in Ben’s ears almost unbearable.

Ben marched to the edge of their bed, glaring down at Her as he tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. He felt like death, She looked like death, and Ben had no goddamn intention of going out from some stupid fucking cramps, so he needed to work out what was happening right now. It couldn’t be poison, neither of them could be poisoned. It couldn’t be some sort of sickness, because they couldn’t get sick. It felt like he was being fucking stabbed, but there was no one else in the room but Her, and this didn’t make anything fucking sense-

“Hi,” Her voice was muffled in the sheets, and she slowly rolled onto Her back with a soft, strained moan of pain. “Ben-“

He hissed Her name through his teeth, crawling over the mattress to hold her perfect, flushed face between his hands. “What the fuck is happening-“

“It’s-“ She cut herself off with another strangled noise, her hands curling in Ben’s shirt and another rush of pain hit his gut. “Fuck, I got my period-“

“Your what-“

She gave him a flat look, whacking his arm with a weak slap. “Shut the fuck up, Benjamin, you know what a period is-“ She paused, scanning over Ben’s face with a worried expression. “You do know what a period is, right?”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Of course I know what a period is, brat, I’m not a fucking idiot-“

“I know you’re not, I just wanted to check, you were raised before sex ed was really a thing, and-“ She moaned again and Ben clenched his jaw, using all the strength in his body to haul them both up and hold her in his lap. “Fuck, I’m sor-“

“No.” He muttered, forcing himself to ignore the hot, sore pain squeezing in his stomach and focus on rubbing soothing, slow patterns over her skin. “No apologies, Sunshine. What do you need.”

She leaned back, pretty lips in a slight pout as her hands moved to hold Ben’s face. “I’m, shit, I’m okay, you-“

Ben had felt that brand new roll of pain, could fucking see her curl further into his arms, and scoffed. “You are not fucking okay.” He snapped Her name. “You look like death-“

“You look like death.” She mumbled. “I know you can feel this, Benjamin, and don’t even think about telling me you can’t-“

“If you know I can feel this,” Ben drawled, holding Her glower with his own. “Then you know not to fucking lie and say you’re okay. What do you need.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, and Ben knew he’d fucking won. She felt fucking sick, there was sweat across her brow and something boiling at the base of her abdomen, and Ben could fucking feel it all. She knew he could feel it all, and She knew that Ben wouldn’t fucking move until she told him what to do—how to fix this—so he’d goddamn won.

“I,” She sighed, grimacing as the pain hit a steady point of just fucking living in her body. “I need, um, I need supplies.”

“Supplies.”

“Tampons and pads. Annie should have some, I know she gets it pretty bad and I think she just finished hers-“

Ben gave a rough nod. “How much of that shit do you need.”

“Enough for two-ish weeks-“

“Two fucking weeks-“

“Or three. I only get it once a year, because of the V, but it’s long, and the first week is going to be pretty much just this the whole time.” She sighed, dropping her head to Ben’s shoulder. “Sorr-“

“Shut up. What do pads and tampons look like.“

She let out a breathy, soft giggle, wrapping her arms around Ben’s neck. “Just tell Annie, she'll know. Ask for the diaper ones.”

“Diaper-“

“I’m shitting blood out of my cunt, Pretty Boy.” She kissed the base of his throat, and the words didn’t sound half as disgusting as they should when She said them. “I need a diaper.”

Ben nodded slowly. He’d seen grosser shit anyway. Heard grosser shit. Done grosser shit. “The tampons are the fucking bullets, right. That go, uh, inside.”

She hummed an agreement, and Ben grinned as pride swelled through his body. Warmer than the pain, pushing it down into a drive of Her. Ben could fucking moan and wallow and pussyfoot around after, right now was about making sure she was comfortable. Loved. Not looking like fucking death and still smiling. 

"What else."

"Um," She paused, pulling back to examine Ben's set, determined face before mumbling, "Chocolate, please. And Advil."

“I got opioids in the cabinets-“

“Why the fuck do you have opioids in the cabinets-“

“Frenchie gave them to me. And don’t lose your damn mind, Sunshine, Ryan can’t reach them.” Ben kissed the top of Her head, pushing on. “Take the opioids instead of the Advil. No painkiller is going to work on you, might as well take the strong shit-“

“I don’t want opioids-“ Almost like it could fucking sense Her protests, the pain doubled—spreading higher up her gut and squeezing—and she groaned. “Opioids are fine, actually. Please get me opioids.”

Ben lowered Her slowly back onto the mattress, and forced himself not to just flop at Her side and ride this the fuck out. She was more imporant. “We got a fuck ton of chocolate, I’ll grab some with the opioids. Don’t move.”

She wrinkled her nose at him, gripping Ben’s arm as she mumbled, “Like I fucking could if I wanted to.”

Not bothering to hide his snort, Ben leaned down, muttered “Brat” against her brow with a soft kiss, and dragged himself to his feet.

Ben called Annie in the hallway, and she picked up on the third ring.

He didn’t bother with stupid fucking formalities like a greeting. She was in pain, and all that mattered was fucking helping. “I need diapers and bullets.”

There was a brief moment of silence, long enough for Ben to wonder if Annie was even fucking there, and then, “What?”

“Diapers and bullets-“

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. Why do you need diapers and bullets? Is there like, a baby supe we need to deal with-“

“No.” Ben snapped, another gnawing twist of sickness hitting his stomach. “I’m on my period.”

Ben heard a sigh, long and labored, through the speaker. “Is,” Annie said Her name carefully. “On her period?”

“Fucking obviously-“

“And,” Annie continued, ignoring Ben. “Did she tell you to get pads and tampons?”

Ben scowled. “Yes. The diaper ones.”

“Yeah, okay, I’ve got some left over. I can be there in thirty minutes-“

“Good.” Ben paused, glaring into the air. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Tell her I’ll be there soon.”

Ben nodded, not caring that Annie couldn’t see it, and marched downstairs. The chocolate was easy to find—Ben kept some of it fucking everywhere, in pretty much every fucking form he could find—so he grabbed a fistful of it, dropped it on the counter, and heated up some hot chocolate for the extra fuck of it. He crushed up some of the opioids into the mug, carried it carefully upstairs, and pushed back into their room.

“Annie’s coming.” He told Her, placing the mug on her bedside table. “Put the drugs in the chocolate. I can make more if you want.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at Ben as she pushed up on her elbows. “You take very good care of me.”

She was teasing him, but Ben still couldn’t stop the wide grin on his face as he stopped her movements up, dropping back onto the mattress and pulling Her into his arms.

“I do,” he muttered in Her ear, holding her upright in his lap, her back pressed to his chest. “That’s my fucking job, Sunshine, and I’m damn good at it.”

Her head dropped back, tilting so She could meet Ben’s gaze. “All that work for no payment, Benjamin. You’re a hero.”

“Shut the fuck up, you’re my payment and you damn know it-”

She snorted, wiggling slightly in his hold. “I don’t think that’s as romantic as you think it is.”

Ben shrugged, grabbing the mug and passing it into Her hands. “I don’t fucking care. I love you, so I take care of you, and that’s fucking that.” He kissed the top of Her head as she hummed, and let Her drag one of his hands to cover her stomach as he continued. “I don’t need stupid fucking thanks, darling. I got you.”

“You do.” She sighed, taking a long sip of the hot chocolate and smiling up at him. “You got me, Ben. Good luck getting rid of me.”

“Wouldn’t fucking dare to try.” Ben moved his free hand to swipe his thumb over a line of chocolate off her upper lip, lowering it for Her to suck off. She did—without a fucking thought—and Ben loved Her so fucking much. “Stay here.“

Her grip tightened on his hand across her body. “Where are you going?”

“Forgot some chocolate downstairs-“

“I have this,” She raised the mug slightly, twisting enough for Ben to see the full, pretty pout of Her lips, the soft, needy hope in Her eyes, and lose any will to move before she even spoke. “I’m okay.”

Ben frowned, the pain slightly softened, but still fucking overwhelming. “You need-“

“I need you.” She kissed the base of his jaw, placing the mug back on the table to hold Ben’s face between her hands. “Please stay.”

Fuck him, Ben couldn’t say no to that. She was so fucking beautiful, and looking at him like he was everything, and if staying here was what Ben needed to do to take care of Her, he was not fucking strong enough to walk away. Not when he could fucking feel the warmth spreading over her body, the ease of the sickness and aching and stabbing as the drugs and chocolate set in, and She looked so goddamn happy here.

He did take good fucking care of Her. She passed out in his arms before Annie even arrived, and Ben stayed right fucking there. His hand still resting over her stomach, watching Her look so fucking perfect and relaxed—humming and making small sounds of content in Her sleep—and dozing in and out with the rushing and waning of Her pain. Annie could let herself in, Ben needed to stay right fucking here, with Her, for as long as she needed.

End Note: Thank you to @ciuguapa for the extra domesticity! This one was sitting in the backdrafts because of secret Ben x Sunshine lore I had to hide (they can feel each other's pain) but I also just finished my own period, so I'd just call it good timing.

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Okays for one I'm just now following and discovering your stuff and I am eating it UPPP I'm vibing with it yes!

Secondly! I loved this blurb of yours in particular! Obv feel free to ignore if you aren't up for requests or anything but I'm so down for this?? Idk how you feel about poly!141 though I think I've seen it mentioned a bit so far, but I would honestly just love to hear more of your ideas regarding that with poly 141.

Maybe Simon amd Price are the beginning of it, Price taking care of Simon and things going from there, then eventually Soap and Gaz get involved because of course they do! Maybe they fond out about Price and Simon's after mission care, maybe Ghost sees that Gaz is beyond stressed and tells him he should go to Price for 'help'! Maybe there could be a litttttle hint of angst and Soap having self esteem issues and he gets a little withdrawn because he can tell something is going on with the others that he isn't a part of, but he doesn't know what, Price would fix that real quick and make sure Soap feels loved and included. They all end up taking care of and looking after eachother, they're used to looking after one another but now there's more to it! They all end up involved with eachother and they get a happy ending because I (and the entire community) say so.

Also random bit of talk, but I just love the idea of 141 retiring together from the military, living together, even working together still! Coffee/tea shop for shits and giggles of course, but I think maybe something like a mechanics shop or even some construction or renovation stuff would suit them more! They're used to keeping busy and using their hands, fixing problems, they do well with the labor involved it's what they're used to.

Anyways!!!! Just thought I'd word vomit all of this out there lmfao, sorry for the novel written 🤣😭 I haven't touched Tumblr in a while which is crazy bc the cod men have not left my brain since I was last here. Anyways!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day thank you for reading this far!!!

hehehe! Thank you so much! I'm glad people are enjoying. None of my baby soap yet, but I wanted to post this before I go to

bed :3

Gaz was the first to know what was happening between his lieutenant and captain, having had the … misfortune, although he wouldn't really call it that, of walking in on Ghost with price's dick in his mouth.

He hadn't even realised it was Ghost at first, with no mask on, and Jesus he was pretty.

And Price all flushed, and god the size of his dick. Gaz was happy for them obviously. But he couldn't say he wasn't a bit jealous.

Not of one or the other in particular, he'd love to be in either of their positions. But it wasn't a clawing nasty jealousy.He didn't get sour seeing them together.

It was just more of a, ‘Well buggar’ I can't get with either now. But all in all, Gaz didn't give a shit, he was happy they were happy.

But right now, he didn't want to think about it, his brain would twist it. He was sitting out by one of the fields in the rain. Just needing the fresh air, the getaway, something.

All the back to back missions, and then family drama did not have him in the best headspace, he was tired and exhausted and just wanted to shut his fucking brain down.

He was so in his head, he didn't even notice Ghost coming up beside him, until a large warm hand was on his shoulder, causing him to jump.

“Alright Kyle?”the voice came soft.

Gaz froze, unsure how to answer, he couldn't exactly be honest, but he didn't want to lie.

He hated lying to those he cared about.“Uhm…. Debatable?”

The hand in his shoulder moved to his hair. “Hm, how about we don't debate your mental state, and instead get you inside and dry.” It was phrased as a suggestion, but Gaz knew it was an order.

He nodded mutely, allowing Ghost to pull him up to his feet. A hand on the small of his back, leading him. Well that was certainly the intention. For Gaz currently it was much more of a grounding force. Had that touch not been there, he genuinely thought he might have burst into tears.

He barely realised where they were going until they were within the Superior officers building, but… they weren't going to Ghosts room?Gaz frankly didn't have the energy to question it. He trusted Ghost, whatever he was doing, Gaz would follow.

He blinked as Ghost led him into Price's room. He hadn't been in here much.but it was cosy, warm toned, many pillows around, blackout curtains, a few candles. All together something that already made Gaz want to relax.

Even as he shivered from the chill settling in. He had no clue why he was being brought here, but didn't argue. Price looked up from his bed, his eyes narrowing, at the state of Gaz.

He was pretty sure he looked shit. Eyes were probably red from crying, whole body drenched and shivering, being led by Ghost.He probably looked pathetic as fuck.

And now his captain was seeing this.

Before his thoughts could spiral more, Price stood up, walking over.Gaz wasn't quite sure what he expected, but it wasn't Price's warm hands gently cupping his face, thumbs rubbing his cheeks.

And it especially wasn't the soft coo “Aw… sweet boy, your soaking. Come on, what's happening?” As the rough hands tugged him gently towards the couch. He vaguely registered that Ghost followed, the hand on his back not moving even as he was sat on the couch. It still being a warm, grounding weight.

Price knelt In Front of him, a hand on his thigh “How long were you in the rain love? You’re freezing cold.” Gaz couldn't even put together enough words to explain, he honestly wasn't sure.

Luckily Ghost spoke. “I know he was out there for at least an hour. The idiot” The last sentence was said fondly.

Price winced. “No wonder you are fully drenched, love. Come on” Price's calloused hands slide under the sergeants shirt. “You'll catch a cold” he murmured before directing his attention to Ghost “Si, you know where my spares are”

Gaz was so out of it, he barely registered he whined slightly when Ghost stood, stopping rubbing his back. Price immediately shushed him, in that same gentle quiet tone. “Shh relax darling, he is just grabbing something for me yeah?”

His tone was soft as he pulled Gaz's shirt off, chucking it aside. His hands trailing the skin warming it up, and gently soothing the younger man.

Soon Ghost returned, slipping one of Price's larger shirts over Gaz's head, and then slipping a larger soft pair of track pants onto him as well.

Gaz simply moved where they prompted, trusting them, as they dressed him in warm, dry clothes.He still wasn't sure what he expected but it wasn't both men then standing and sitting on either side, but he was too tired to question it and just melted against them.

Price voice was sweet like honey in his ear. “That's it Lovie. Settle down, it's okay”Gaz's eyes absently tracked over to Ghost, trying to get a glimpse of his expression.

His… boyfriend? Sex partner? Whatever was calling Gaz love. Was he not bothered?Ghost seemed to immediately understand the look, one of his unique skills. “We aren't monogamous, you know? I mean we don't even technically have a label on it, but price makes really good stress relief, if you like subbing.”

Gaz blinked, finally speaking for the first time since entering the room “I.. are you.. encouraging me to fuck him??”

His lieutenant shrugged “Not necessarily fuck, but he is good. Even if you keep all your clothes on, he can get you relaxed and in a sweet headspace, and you clearly need something Kyle”

They weren't monogamous? Not only that, Ghost was encouraging it, and price wasn't arguing? Gaz felt like his head might explode, he couldn't believe it.

He definitely wanted to.. but.. he didn't want to leave Ghost's side. And then that fucking power of Ghosts kicked in again.

“I can stay, Kyle. I don't have to go anywhere” At the nod he received he continued “just relax and be a good boy yeah? We'll take care of you”

Gaz had never considered himself a bottom, or submissive in any amount, he always topped. Even with soap, when they fooled round, there usually was no one in control, but if anyone was, it was Gaz.

But at those sweet, sweet words of praise, and Ghost gently tugging him onto the thick soft thighs, he melted. Fuck he would do anything they asked.

Price huffed a laugh. “Oh the sweet boy, yeah? You're gonna be so good for us” He murmured, stroking Gaz's hair.

Slowly, gaz's head started to drift off into a much nicer place. It was softer, gentler. Mission reports and recruit files fell to the wayside, briefings and emails were long forgotten.

Family drama, and exhausting missions were not even a thought as he leaned against Ghost's chest as Price's hands trailed across him, gentle.

Treating him as if he was important.A hand made it's way to his hair, he wasn't even sure whose it was, but it scratched the crown of his scalp just right.

The weight a comfort, in his damp hair. He, much to his mild dismay, began to drift off, sandwiched between the two men. He tried to fight it at first, but when Price gently rumbled at him to rest, they could continue another day, his eyes flickered shut.

[raging-tackeydios]

from my experience it’s simple

most social media companies were built, back in the early oughts and ‘10s, on the concept of “hey we have zero idea what we’re doing but give us Business Person Money™️ and we can probably fly by the seat of our pants hard enough to pull some sort of miracle out of our ass” (Fuck Around)

and now that plan isn’t sustainable anymore for either party, leading to said sites imploding left and right due to the people running them making really unsound decisions and then doubling down on them (Find Out)

this can be seen in almost all existing social media to an extent (i.e all of the porn bots skittering around tumblr like little digitized cockroaches) but reddit and twitter are examples of what happens when it reaches a breaking point

no but actually wtf is happening right now with all the main social media sites/apps? what is everyone gonna do if twitter dies, or reddit, or hell even tiktok(they’re adding midroll ads) at this point? there’s almost no competitors for them right now, yet they’re still falling apart. how on earth did they manage that?

[whoops-all-jennas]

Past Lives pt 4.

Wednesday x witch!reader

"I've got this strangest feeling."

"This isn't our first time around."

Summary: Wednesday takes you with her on her investigation, eventually helping to investigate Rowan's old dorm room.

My footsteps fill the halls as I take quick steps back to Wednesday, Enid, and I's dorm, a book in hand about different outcasts.

I opened the door to find Wednesday sitting on Enid's bed, quickly tearing her hand away from Thing.

Wednesday stares into my eyes for a moment, concern for the vulnerability she was displaying in her eyes.

"I uhm." I cough before I start approaching Enid's side of the room, opening the book in my hand.

"I have a few theories." I sit on Enid's bed, meeting Wednesday's gaze before focusing back on finding the page.

"Theory number one." I point to the page, showing a walking decaying person.

"Rowan's a zombie." I met her eyes before continuing. "I think this is least likely, but just getting my brain working you know?"

Wednesday watches intentively while I start flipping through the pages.

I open to the page with a picture of an unattractive baby. "Changeling. Again, not so likely. They usually replace babies."

I find Wednesday watching me with all her attention, making me a bit nervous as I found my last idea.

I point to the page of a person who's face is contorted, half of the face different from the other.

"Shape shifter, this is my last idea."

Wednesday's eyes continue to make me more nervous as I continue.

"I think this is the most likely, someone is pretending to be Rowan. Who, I don't know. But this also implies that there are multiple people involved in some way."

I bring my attention to a certain passage in the book.

"Most shape shifters can either turn into different animals, or can only take the appearance of a person. It's not recorded of someone to be able to do both."

I close the book before leaning a bit closer to Wednesday.

"If this theory is correct, than the monster and the person pretending to be Rowan are separate. Or extremely likely at least."

Wednesday pauses for a moment, her eyes softening for a moment.

"You do actually believe me." She states, relief barely recognizable in her voice.

"I mean yeah, like I said you're not the type of person to lie for attention."

Wednesday looks to the side for a moment before meeting my gaze again.

"Thank you. For your belief, and your theories."

I find myself feel a little warm under Wednesday's acknowledgement. Wednesday stands from the bed with her perfect posture and stoic face.

"I'm going to go get Enid situated on being our decoy."

Wednesday says, looking down on me as I'm still sitting.

"Go wait by the gate, I'll meet you there."

Wednesday goes to leave the room, her footsteps taking over the new silence. I watch as she leaves, still dazed at her gratitude.

The crunching of leaves fill the silence of the woods as Wednesday and I navigate the trees. Our eyes glued to the floor in hopes of finding any shred of evidence.

We both hear a noise, turning to see the sheriff with his search dog.

Wednesday and I are yanked back, a hand covering our mouths.

We're now behind a tree. To avoid being caught, I opt to trying to kick whoever is behind me instead of making noise.

"Ow, shit. Y/n, calm down." I hear Tyler whisper behind me after I kicked him in the shin.

Tyler let's go of our faces after the sheriff passes, Wednesday and I turn around to meet Tyler's face.

"Sorry, I didn't want Elvis to pick up on your scent."

I hate that the deeper we get into this it seems I see Tyler appear more and more often.

"Thanks, how'd you throw them off?" Wednesday states, flatly. Tyler pulls out a bag from his jacket.

"Coffee grounds?"

Tyler puts the bag back in his pocket.

"Deer-hunting hack. One of the perks of being a part time barista."

I start to look around for evidence as Tyler and Wednesday talk, trying to find some way to be useful, their voices fading behind me as I make more distance.

"What on earth are you doing out here?" An older, scruffy voice meets my ears.

My eyes were glued to the floor, seeing Rowan's glasses before meeting Sheriff Galpin's stern gaze.

"I was just going for a walk." I quickly lie.

He looks around before meeting my gaze again, sighing. "Can I ask you a few questions about the night of the Harvest Festival?"

"Yes sir, here or?" I ask, he takes out a notepad and pen.

"Here is fine."

There is a moment of silence between us, I feel Wednesday's eye digging into my skull.

"So, what happened the night of the Harvest Festival."

"I don't remember much, I mostly remember being with Enid most of the time."

There is another moment of silence. "Is that all?"

His eyes are like needles into mine, looking for anything in my expression.

"That's all I remember. I probably forgot a lot of it due to my head injury. Sorry I couldn't be of more help."

He looks at me a second longer. He sighs, putting away his notepad and pen.

"You're not supposed to be out in these woods until further notice." He looks at me like I know that.

"Go back to school, now." He points a finger past me, indicating me to leave.

"Yes sir." I turn around to start walking back, Wednesday is peaking around a tree with Tyler.

I take a glance back to see the sheriff has turned around, continuing his search.

I look back to where I saw Rowans glasses, the cracked lenses reflecting the little light of the cloudy day.

"Accio." I hold out a hand, my palm open, towards the glasses. The glasses fly towards my hand, catching it in my palm.

I quickly turn, finding my way back to the tree concealing Wednesday and Tyler.

"I found something." I hold out Rowan's glasses to Wednesday.

"These are Rowan's, I knew this was a coverup."

She grabs the glasses. She falls backwards head first, her eyes rolling back as she enters another vision.

I instinctively go to grab her. This vision must've been shorter than others or something because she was back a moment later.

"You okay?" I let her stabilize herself as she comes back to reality.

Wednesday's gaze meets mine. "Let's go, I know where to search next."

"You said it was a purple book?" I look back to Wednesday from a bookshelf, Thing moving between shelves, inspecting the books.

Wednesday had a vision of a purple book that the drawing is from, so we're searching in the library for it.

Wednesday nods to me, looking at Thing tapping on a book.

"The cover was darker, more like a day-old contusion. Keep looking."

Footsteps from the stairs fill the library, causing Wednesday and I to turn around to see who it is.

"I don't usually find students in here looking for actual books." Ms. Thornhill says, descending the steps.

"Most sneak in to make out."

My face flushes red, reading what Thornhill said as an implication. Wednesday notices my blushing face, her eyes on me before meeting back to Ms. Thornhill.

"I uh-"

"We walked in on two vampires fanging." Wednesday says, interrupting whatever embarrassing thing I was likely about to say.

"I can't unsee that."

"Is there something I can help you girls find?"

My face returns to its normal color, a little embarrassed that I misinterpreted what Ms. Thornhill was saying before.

Wednesday reveals a paper to Thornhill, the paper having a picture of some sort of symbol with a skull. "Have you seen this before? Its a watermark for a book we're looking for."

For some reason I find myself smiling when I hear her say 'we'.

"I think it's a symbol to an old student society. Um, the Nightshades."

"Like the deadly flower." Wednesday lowers the picture. "Color me intrigued."

"I was told they disbanded years ago."

"Any idea why?"

Ms Thornhill shakes her head. "Sorry."

Ms Thornhill looks towards me with a smile. "Can I talk to Wednesday alone for a minute Y/n?"

I look at Wednesday for a second, seeing if I can read anything in her still face. "Sure." I nod before I start to leave.

"I'll see ya later Wends." I don't know where the nickname came from, but by look on her face it doesn't look like Wednesday approves of it.

I am on my bed when Wednesday walks with purpose in our dorm, heading straight in my direction.

"Hey Wednesday, uh what's up?" She grabs my wrist, dragging me to my feet.

"We need to investigate Xavier and Rowan's dorm." She's practically dragging me across the room.

"I uh, I don't know if I'm up for that."

Wednesday stops and turns to me, her same usual face meeting my unsure one. "All you need to do is hangout with Xavier, you two are friends correct?"

Wednesday continues walking, letting go of my wrist expecting me to keep up.

"Yeah, but how are you going to investigate with him still in the room?"

Wednesday turns to me again, handing me a folded piece of paper.

I unravel the it to be met with the instructions for the disillusionment charm. It makes the caster or castee transparent. So not quite as good as an invisibility cloak, but will at least help you camouflage into your surroundings more.

"I uh-"

I look up to see Wednesday already ten feet away, continuing the increase the distance.

"Wednesday!"

I quicken my pace to catch up.

We're near the hall Xavier's dorm is in, Y/n is holding their wand out.

"Are you sure about this?" She has an uncertain expression on her face.

"Just be quiet and do it already." Her expression worsens, but she nods.

Maybe I shouldn't have been that abrasive.

Y/n casts the spell on me, pointing her wand at my head and gently guiding it down to my feet as my body fades to become clear.

Y/n holds out her hand, I met her gaze with a look of confusion that she can't see.

"It'll be safer if we hold hands till we get to Xavier's room, we don't want to lose each other on the way."

I reluctantly take her hand, a moment later she's casting the spell onto herself.

We quietly sneak past the house master, our fingers interlocked until we reach Xavier's dorm.

I usually hate physical contact, but there is something different about Y/n's touch.

Something familiar, something safe.

Y/n cancels the spell on her self, turning to me but not quite looking at me.

"You ready?"

I nod, soon realizing she might not be able to see it.

"Yes."

She knocks on his door, met with Xavier opening it.

"Hey Y/n, what's up?" He meets her friendly gaze.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted to hangout for a bit tonight, we haven't seen each other in a couple days."

Xavier's face lights up, seemingly happy that he wasn't forgotten in my presence.

"Yeah totally!"

He opens the door wider to make room for Y/n. She purposely trips over her own feet, the door slamming into the wall, giving me a window to squeeze past the doorway.

"Are you okay?" I sneak behind Xavier to the other corner of the room.

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks." I see Y/n give Xavier a kind smile.

Xavier closes the door and starts to walk towards the bathroom. "I'm was gonna take a quick shower before you came, I hope that's alright."

"Yeah that's cool, I'll just chill out here for a bit."

"Cool, I won't take long." He says while closing the bathroom door behind him.

Y/n takes out her phone and raises the volume. I'm assuming she has her phone that loud to try to mask any possible noises I make.

I start to investigate, looking for any sign of that book.

I take a moment and flip through Xavier's sketch book, soon met with a pencil drawing of you.

Something stirs inside me for a moment, I push it down to focus on the investigation at hand.

I go to Rowan's side of the room, finding a hidden compartment under his bed. I open it to reveal a masquerade mask with fake feathers decorating it.

Rowan is full of surprises.

I make my way back to Xavier's side of the room before there's a knock on the door.

I quickly hide under Xavier's bed, not expecting to meet you under there. Our shoulders barely touch due to the cramped space.

"What are you doing?" I ask, confused about why she's hiding as well.

"What if it's the housemaster?"

I hear the bathroom door swing open, seeing Xavier's feet pass from under the bed.

"You're not supposed to be here." Xavier's voice fills the silent room

"It's good to see you too." I recognize the voice as Bianca's, maybe I'll learn more than I bargained for.

Xavier's feet pass the bed towards his desk. "How'd you get past the housemaster? Use your siren powers?"

"Not while I'm wearing this." Bianca puts her hand over her necklace.

"Would it kill you to not think the worst of me for once?"

Bianca starts to approach Xavier as he rests on top of his desk.

"What do you want, Bianca?"

"To see how you're doing. I'm sorry about Rowan. I know you guys use to be close."

"Since when did you give a damn about Rowan?" Xavier's voice sounds more sour than before.

"You were the one afraid he'd do something to Wednesday."

You turn your head to look at me for a moment, or at least try to.

"Speaking of Wednesday, Y/n and Wednesday seem to be getting pretty close." Bianca states, a knowing tone in her voice.

"So?"

"Aren't you afraid you'll lose your already zero chances of getting with Y/n to Wednesday?"

Xavier stands to move a bit further away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please, it's obvious you have a thing for Y/n."

Bianca starts to approach Xavier, glancing at the picture of you on Xavier's desk.

"What, do you have a thing for lesbians who are attracted to tragic goth girls with funeral-parlor fashion sense?"

I look to Y/n's face again, her eyes a bit wider and her face flushed red.

"Maybe it's because she hasn't tried to manipulate me."

"I make one mistake, and you can't forgive me. She clearly has zero interest in you and you can't get enough."

"I only see her as a friend." He says, lying through his teeth.

"Why are you so fixated on Y/n?" Xavier desperately tries to change the conversation.

"Its because she clearly likes Wednesday!"

Bianca takes a step back, giving Xavier more space. Y/n is now covering her face with her hands, as if that'd hide anything.

"I just don't see what she sees in her." Bianca mutters. "She thinks she's better than everyone else."

I focus more on the conversation, hearing her comments on me.

"I can't wait to crush Ophelia Hall tomorrow and watch their werewolf roommate crumble. Its gonna be a Poe Cup finale to remember."

"I hate to think what you've got planned."

"My game's already started." Y/n and I glance at each for a moment.

"I like to win. Is that so wrong?"

"And you wonder why I broke up with you." Xavier says with a hint of venom in his voice

"You use to love my killer instinct. We were good together, Xavier."

"Were we?" Xavier looks away for a moment until meeting Bianca's eyes again. "Or is that just how you wanted me to feel?"

Bianca backs away from Xavier, slowly going to the door. "Trust me, Y/n Y/l/n is the not the girl of your dreams."

Bianca leaves, closing the door behind her.

Y/n starts crawling out from under the bed, the feeling of our shoulders touching lingers for a moment.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that." Xavier says with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry about it." Y/n's gentle smile reaches Xavier's face.

"I might want to cancel our plans. That conversation kinda brought me out of it."

"No I get that, me too." She starts to approach the door, pulling her wand out.

Xavier opens the door for you. I quietly crawl out from under the bed, seeing the opportunity to escape. I sneak past behind you.

"Just so you know, I do only see you as a friend."

"I know, maybe we can hangout some day soon?" You could probably hear someone say the worst thing to you and still return it with that patient smile.

"Definitely, Goodnight Y/n."

"Goodnight Xavier." You wave to him before he closes the door, the sound filling the hall.

You cast the disillusionment charm on yourself after I find your hand again, finding our way back past the housemaster.

We sneak our way back into our dorm room through Wednesday's window. Before we enter I grab Wednesday's attention.

*Hey uh, I just wanted to say can we ignore some of the stuff they said about me. Y'know, the uh." I have a worried look on my face

"I don't know what you're talking about." Wednesday meets my gaze with her face as neutral as ever, turning to the window to open it.

"Cool." I felt relief rush through my veins.

We walk into the scene of Enid crying, I quickly rush to go comfort her.

"Enid what's wrong?" I go to put my arms around her, but I'm interrupted by her sudden movement revealing her puffy red eyes.

"Where have you two been! I'm literally having a heart attack right now!" Enid starts to pace around the room. "Yoko is in the infirmary!"

"What happened?" I ask, I look to Wednesday for a moment to see her eyes following Enid's movements.

"Garlic bread incident at dinner. She had a major allergic reaction. She's out of the Poe Cup. I don't have a co-pilot."

I was about to say some comforting words, beaten to speak by Wednesday.

"It wasn't an accident, Bianca's behind it."

There's a moment where no one speaks.

"How do you know?"

"It doesn't matter. You and I are going to take her down tomorrow."

Enid stops pacing, meeting Wednesdays eyes. "Wait, you're joining the Black Cats? You're willing to do that?"

Enid takes a step towards Wednesday followed by her taking a step back.

"For me?"

"I want to humiliate Bianca so badly that the bitter taste of defeat burns in her throat."

I find myself smiling at Wednesday's conviction.

Enid stares at Wednesday for a moment. "Yeah, but mostly you're doing it because we're friends right?"

Wednesday turns to the window on my side of the room, the moonlight highlighting the features of her face.

"Tell me how she keeps winning."

"It's a real brain cramp. The past two years no other boat has made it across and back without sinking."

"Sounds like sabotage."

"There are no rules in the Poe Cup, and she is a siren making her a master of the water."

Wednesday turns to meet my gaze before meeting Enid's.

"Then we just need to beat her at her own game."

Part 5.

Past Lives Masterlist

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From Somewhere in a Song, chapter posting tomorrow :)

“What’s going on?” he asks.

To Nancy, Paul asks, “Do you wanna tell him?”

“Like he’s my dad and I’m in trouble?” Nancy rolls her eyes and turns to TK. She takes a breath before she says, “Mateo and I have been … hanging out.”

TK raises an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“The kind of hanging out that doesn’t tend to include wearing pants,” Marjan clarifies, taking a sip from a water bottle and flopping back onto Nancy’s bed where she must have been lounging before, if the rumpled sheets are any indication. She picks up her phone and swipes her thumb over it.

TK’s mouth falls open. “What?”

Nancy just shrugs. “He’s cute. And very … eager.”

Snickering, Marjan says, “Well that paints a picture.”

“Forget eager, that kid is head-over-heels for you,” Paul tells her, in a tone that makes it sound like an accusation.

“Who, me?” Nancy giggles, tossing her hair.

“I’m serious, Nance. He’s all heart eyes and shit.”

“So?”

“So you better not break his heart, that’s what. We’ve got a really good thing going, here, with our two bands. It’s all sympatico. If you fuck him up, it’ll be weird and awkward for everyone, and we’ve still got half a tour left.”

TK swallows. In slow-motion, his hands get cold and he curls them into loose fists against his thighs.

“Who says I’m going to fuck him up?”

“I’m not saying you’re going to. I’m saying please try not to.”

Rolling her eyes again, Nancy repeats what she’d been saying before TK knocked on the door. “It’s not a big deal. Okay? We’re hooking up, not planning a wedding.”

TK misses Paul’s answer, because his stomach is churning a little bit and he has to stifle a laugh as it occurs to him that of the eight musicians on this tour, six of them are now having sex with each other. If Paul and Marjan wanted to get together they could tie it all off with a bow like a cheesy romantic comedy where everyone gets a happy ending.

Only this ending doesn’t feel happy. It all seems so unstable that TK feels more or less like he’s strapping on wax wings and hoping a story older than time will end differently for him.

“Alright, I’m hitting the pool,” Marjan says. “Even with the AC, it’s swampy in here.”

“Me too,” Paul agrees.

“Should I text Mateo?” Nancy asks, grinning cheekily at Paul.

“They’re out sight-seeing, I ran into him earlier,” TK interjects, before Paul can answer. It isn’t a lie. TK just lets an ambiguous him float in the air and doesn’t clarify he means Carlos, and not Mateo. “We haven’t hung out just the four of us in a bit, it’ll be fun.”

“Okay,” Nancy shrugs, putting her phone back into her pocket and standing. She stretches her arms up over her head, her tight t-shirt riding up over his stomach. “He probably wouldn’t be able to act right around me in a bikini anyway.”

Paul snorts and stands as well. Nancy shoves him playfully, but then throws an arm around him and walks with him toward the door. Marjan follows them, giving TK another smile. He can’t seem to move from the top of the dresser. His pulse is elevated and his hands still feel clammy as the door shuts behind Marjan and Paul and Nancy looks back at him.

She’s smiling just for a moment but then her face falls, and in a quiet voice she tells him, “I promise I won’t fuck things up.”

TK blinks, the pit in his stomach deepening. “You – no, Nancy, I don’t think that.”

Nancy presses her lips together. “Maybe Paul’s right, we do have something awesome here and I don’t want to jeopardize – ”

“Nance,” TK interrupts.

He hops down and steps toward her, wrapping his arms around her. She hugs him back tightly and fondness swells in TK’s chest. He loves all of his friends in different ways and for different reasons, and his favorite thing about Nancy is the way they can be themselves around each other, which makes it feel like even more of a betrayal that he has no intention of admitting to his own very similar secret. He could make her feel better with just a few little words – I’ve been hooking up with Carlos – but instead he hangs her out to dry.

Pulling back and trying to smile up at her, TK says, “I’m happy for you. Mateo seems really great.”

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Cuddles

~ Ahhh I finally wrote something!! It's really short but I love it, it's so soft and cute

~ Fluff, WC: 673

~ Tired Matt coming home from patrol ~

“Matt, is that you?” You call from the bedroom as a loud bang brings your attention to the living room. You slowly climb out of bed and head toward the source of noise. Your boyfriend Matt is standing in the living room, still in his Daredevil suit.

“Hi, honey.” He quietly lets out, showing no intention of moving.

“Are you okay?” You keep your distance as you check on him. If something serious happened on his patrol, moving too close might worsen him.

“I’m alright, baby, just a long night.” After a moment, he finally moves across the room to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sigh softly in his hold, relief flooding your body as you see he’s not injured. 

“How about I warm you up some food so we can go to bed?” You don’t get a verbal response from the devil clade man. Instead, you get an annoyed grunt as you pull out of his arms. “We can cuddle in bed, but first, you need to eat and change into something more comfortable.”

“Hm, can we cuddle while I eat too?” When you turn from your position in the kitchen, you can see he's taken his helmet off, leaving his face bare to you.

“We can cuddle whenever you’d like, baby.” A gentle smile lies across your face as you look at Matt standing before you. 

While Matt decides to take a quick shower, you head back to the kitchen to warm up some food. Dating Matt can often be scary and stressful, but moments like this make it worth it. After a few minutes of humming to yourself in the kitchen while you wait for Matt, arms suddenly wrap around your waist, making you jump slightly. 

“Shit.” You let out, not having heard the shower stop. “Don’t laugh at me. Not all of us have some super sensitive senses.” He continues chuckling behind you, clearly amused by your freight.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He makes no move to let go of you, only pushing his body closer to yours. 

You turn around in his hold, holding out a plate of now-warmed food. “Eat.”

“Y’know, I seem to remember you promising cuddles.” He takes his plate from your hands with fake annoyance.

“I seem to remember you agreeing to eat. You haven't had anything since breakfast, and don't even try to lie about lunch. Foggy already told me you didn't have anything.” You lift your hand to his face to brush back a loose strand of damp hair.

“Wasn't hungry,” Matt mutters, dragging you towards the bedroom. He glances towards the spot next to him as he sits on the bed. “Lie down.”

You giggle quietly at his clingy nature. He’s often like this when he comes home from his patrol, needing to be next to you every moment. It's adorable. “Wow, you’re impatient tonight.”

“Hm” Is his only response. When you climb into bed next to him, he immediately pulls you into his arms, setting you against his chest while he eats his food. “You didn’t have to wait for me, baby. You should've gone to bed.”

“I like waiting for you. I like making sure you get home safe, plus the bed is always freezing when you're not here.” You burrow more against him after he leans over to place the empty plate on the nightstand. 

“Ah yes, what would you do without your walking furnace?” He laughs, but it’s true. His apartment is always cold. Sometimes, you think he does it purposely, so you’ll use him as your source of warmth.

“Let’s go to sleep, Matty. I can see how tired you are.” 

“Sounds good,” his words come out as half yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” You lean up to give him a soft kiss before lying down against him, more than ready for sleep. Matt practically falls asleep in seconds, but you stay awake for a few minutes longer, simply enjoying the quiet moment and the man with his arms wrapped around you.

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Fool For Love

part 7

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

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Author’s Note: I wish I could say that this part wrap things up, but I need at least one (probably two) more before these two get their shit together.

More act 2 spoilers this time!

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mildish?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, minor Karlach/Dammon, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only…now you do.

And you’re not handling it very well.

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You’re at the edge of the camp when a hand curls around your arm, forcing you to stop and turn around.

Astarion.

And he looks angry.

“Were you spying on me?”

Thrown by the accusation, you grapple for words. “What? I– Of course not, why would I–”

“Just because Karlach chose Dammon over you, you don’t get to spoil my fun.”

The strange remark about Karlach is quickly overshadowed by his downright ludicrous allegation. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

Astarion carries on as if he didn’t hear you. “You were the one to break things off with me, not the other way around, so you don’t have any say in what or who I do.”

The audacity. “And I wasn’t trying to!”

“Sure, darling, sure.” Sarcasm drips off his words. “That’s why you followed me to the inn.”

“I–” You break off, because, in a way, he’s not wrong. “My intention was to have a drink.”

“If that was true, you wouldn’t have run off when I caught you watching me. Watching us.”

“Astarion, I don’t give a rat’s arse who you sleep with.” The lie slips off your tongue before you can stop it — the alternative is telling him the truth, and right now, that’s not an option. You feel too vulnerable, and honestly, you doubt he’d believe you at this point. “I only left to not make it awkward.”

“Really?” His smile feels vicious, mocking. “Perhaps I should go back to the inn, then.”

The urge to ask him not to is so strong you remain silent until you have yourself under control. “You do that,” you finally press out, “as I said, I don’t care what you do.”

Astarion takes a step closer, searching your face. Your heart is pounding as he scrutinises you; it’s as if he’s determining the validity of your claim. Will he see right through you? A part of you hopes that he will, and as the seconds go by, your determination wavers. Should you risk it?

“Astarion…”

“Fine.” His face hardens. “Have it your way. I’ll see you tomorrow, oh fearless leader.”

With a slight bow, one that feels tinged with scorn rather than respect, he turns around and leaves the same way he came. Towards the inn.

Towards…

“You’re such an idiot, Tav.” You drag a hand across your face. This is the second time he walks away from you, and it hurts just as much as the first time it happened. “Such a fucking idiot.”

If you were tired before, you’re exhausted now.

Perhaps it’s time you take a hint and focus on more important things, like getting these goddamn tadpoles out of your heads.

And maybe by then, things will have worked themselves out. Somehow.

It’s a good thing you’re not expected to be up early the next morning because when dawn comes around, you’ve barely slept at all. Too many thoughts, too many feelings.

You can hear some of the others stir, but you ignore it. And perhaps the comforting background noise of your friends talking and preparing breakfast is exactly what you need to finally relax, because the next thing you know, you fall asleep.

When you wake up, the only ones left in camp are Gale and Shadowheart. And Withers, of course.

“Oooh, look who’s finally awake! Late night for you as well, huh?”

Gale is far too cheery for your taste, but you bite back the snarky comeback because it’s not his fault you feel like shit.

“No, just…”

Shadowheart offers you a sympathetic smile. “Nightmares?”

It’s a convenient lie, so you simply nod, because the truth is far too complicated.

“Where are the rest?” You don’t really want to know, but it’s something you should be asking. So you do.

“Around, somewhere. Haven’t seen Astarion or Karlach, though.”

“Ah. I think I know why.”

So he stayed the night somewhere else, too.

Once you’ve eaten something, you and the rest go back to the inn. Finding Karlach sitting with Dammon is no surprise, but Astarion is nowhere to be found. 

No matter, you tell yourself. There are more important things to worry about.

There are a lot of familiar faces to talk to, keeping you busy. So busy you don’t even notice when Astarion joins the rest of you — suddenly he’s just there, in the back. A quick glance lets you know that he looks about as worn-out as you feel, and you can’t help but wonder if he stayed up all night with that person you saw.

Inhaling a deep breath, you tell yourself to focus on the matter at hand, which is listening to Alfira. It seems it’s time for another rescue mission because of course it is. You’re tired and the increasing burden tests your already frayed patience, but Alfira isn’t the one to blame, so you rein yourself in.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a small voice tells you to take a break, but you ignore it.

You visit Isobel last — and it’s lucky that you do. The attack comes from out of nowhere, catching you all off guard. You don’t want to think what would have happened if Isobel was alone.

It’s a tough battle — made even more difficult by the fact that you’re not on top of your game. You’re struggling, and it’s no one’s fault but your own. 

You’re fortunate that you and your friends work like a well-oiled machine by now — because you will all be doomed if you fail. It warms your heart to realise that even in the midst of your falling out with Astarion, he doesn’t hesitate to fight back-to-back with you when it comes down to it.

In the end, your side comes out winning, but not without losses. You yourself have several cuts and bruises that will need tending to, but you ignore them in favour of checking on everyone yourself. You may not be the leader of people currently residing at the inn, but your neglect makes you feel responsible either way.

“Tav.”

“What is it, Astarion?”

“Stop it with this good samaritan nonsense and go see a healer, would you? You’re leaving a trail of blood all over this place, and I think they have enough problems as it is without having to clean up after you.”

His usual snark is both annoying and comforting. “Maybe once I’m done.”

“You are done. Now, Tav.”

You have intentionally been refusing to look at him until now, but his tone has you shifting your head to glare at him. It seems someone has patched him up already, as you can see bandages on his lower arm and hand. “Astarion, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I will most definitely tell you what to do when you’re being a stubborn idiot. These people already have a leader.”

You know he’s right, but guilt is eating you up and this is the only way to placate the monster of shame inside you. “That doesn’t matter–”

“Tav.” Halsin and Karlach join Astarion’s side, both giving you a worried look. “That’s enough.”

“Right. Fine.” You may have won the fight, but you feel like a failure, knowing how many lives were lost tonight. “I’ll go and find Shadowheart.”

You have no idea what she sees on your face, but it’s enough to have her hold back any remarks and tend to your many wounds in silence. As you’re coming down from the adrenaline rush, you start to feel weary and disappointed with yourself.

“You should eat something. Rest.”

“Later.” You know she’s right, but you’re too restless still to heed her advice. “I need to, I don’t know.” Rising, you make a vague motion with your hand. “Walk things off first.” What you really need is to fall into someone’s arms and cry, but that’s not on the table.

“At least bring an apple or something,” she concedes. “And make sure to return before nightfall, or I’ll send Astarion after you.”

You open your mouth to object but close it again. That’s the perfect threat right now and you hate that she knows it. “Fine.”

“We just want you to be careful, Tav. We all need each other, you know.”

You sigh. “I know. I promise I won’t be gone long.”

“Good. And for what it’s worth, it wasn’t your fault.”

Wasn’t it, though? You catch Astarion watching you as you leave. He better not follow you.

For everyone’s sake, you need to be alone. Now, and until this whole tadpole situation has been dealt with.

No more distractions.

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[exquisink]

Kinktober Day 1 - Satoru Gojo X Fem!Reader - Pussy Worship

18+

Cw // overstim, gojo is a thigh guy, squirting, cunnilingus, affectionate (??) derogatory names (slut, etc.)

Satoru Gojo loved nothing more than to worship you. He loved to take his time taking you apart. He loved to just make you stupidly drunk off of his attention.

And you of course loved every second of it too—even in moments like these where it became too much to bear for you. It was all part of the fun. The excitement. The thrill you both chased.

You liked to compare his lips on your pussy to suction cups. Maybe the unsexiest thing ever to imagine comparing him to, but you swear to God, that was the best way you could explain the likes of him. He latched them onto your clit and just remained there for a good moment, suckling and flicking at your oversensitive bundle of nerves. He’d look up at you with those vibrant sky-blue eyes, studying your reactions, purring in approval with each little moan and sigh you uttered.

Did you mention he was seriously too good with his mouth? Too often you arched your back or clawed at his shoulders, whining, whimpering. Grinding into his tongue to chase more of that friction you craved like the little slut you allowed yourself to be for him and for him only.

He cherished you. He cherished you so much. You knew he did. His little…fixation became one of the numerous ways he showed you.

You lost count how many times you’ve cum already in one sitting. Satoru had no intention of ceasing any time soon.

He suckled on you a bit harder than you expected, and you jumped in your spot, constricting your legs around his neck. You moaned, pushing yourself into him more. He chuckled in response, the sound vibrating against your oversensitive, sopping, dripping pussy.

You jolted beneath him, grasping at something, anything, and you opted for the crown of his head. Your fingers dug into his hair, and he laughed, tone melodious like a chorus.

“S-satoru…” you muttered weakly, even a little shyly in spite of everything.

He pried his lips off for just a moment, lips shining with your slick like a gloss. His eyes shone just as vibrantly as he lifted his head to get a good eyeful of your beautiful self, splayed out on their bed.

“Hmmm?”

“Can’t cum anymore,” you said, your protest came out in a broken whine. Satoru tilted his head, always looking like an adorable puppy like that. His lips pressed together as he assessed the situation, considering your plea.

Of course, if Satoru ever had the option to be a menace…he opted for that!

“Don’t lie to me,” he purred, teasing with that trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “We can get plenty more.”

He ran his tongue between his lips, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you fresh on his tongue. He dove back in, his tongue gliding between your folds. The squelching became grew louder with each pass of his tongue, and your face flushed from arousal and embarrassment. Even if by now you’d be used to these antics of his.

His hands ran up your thighs, spreading them further apart so he had more room. His thumbs massaged into your supple skin, eliciting soft sighs out of you.

“My beautiful girl,” he purred, lips and chin drenched in your slick. Some of it dripped off the tip of his chin. “I just wanna be crushed between these thighs for the rest of my life.”

Your flush deepened into a rich crimson as those words seeped into your skin. Boy, did he have a way to catch you off guard at the most infuriating of moments. He wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo if not for that little quirk of his!

“Satoru!” you shrieked, covering your mouth.

Satoru seemed pleased by your reaction.

“What?” he teased, sliding his tongue between your folds for good measure. You whined. “I’m just stating the facts.”

When you didn’t know what to say, he took action, curling his tongue against your entrance before letting the tip of the wet muscle catch inside.

“Satoru,” you moaned, voice softer before you keened as he plunged the eager muscle inside. He wiggled it between your spongy walls, and you writhed, gripping tighter on his cute, tousled hair.

Satoru moaned your name in response, coaxing orgasm out of you after another. Each one sharper, wetter, and lewder than the last.

“I can’t,” you panted between gasping breaths.

“You can,” he growled, nipping at your thigh, making you yelp. “I know you can, baby.”

“No more,” you whined, trying to pull away nit he held you in place, grip firm, tight, threatening.

“What’s that? You want more?” he taunted, suckling harder at your folds, making you shout.

He really was eating you stupid, wasn’t he?

Your arousal practically soaked the sheets beneath you. Satoru’s face was practically soaked in your arousal. It was a deliciously erotic and sensual sight to behold, but you didn’t think you could take much more than you already did. You really didn’t and yet…

You whimpered, everything becoming unbearable. The heat between your legs that he just kept building up and up and up. Satoru’s stupid face. The heady scent of sex and sweat and a hint of Satoru’s expensive Prada cologne.

“Satoru, please—!” you pleaded, desperate.

Another lick up your folds. More slick gushing out.

“—please what? Keep going? Because we’re far from finished. Besides, once I’m done with your pretty cunt, I still have your cute little asshole to bring attention to next.”

As if he couldn’t be more of a menace, he pinched the skin of your right butt cheek. Fingers inching closer until it rimmed the tight ring of your ass.

“Noooo….please! Have mercy!”

Satoru pushed the flat of his tongue against your folds, fingers pinching your clit and rubbing slightly.

You came in a crescendo.

“You are so—!” you shouted as you came down from the high, to which Satoru responded with a teasing light slap against your oversensitive pussy.

“That the thanks I get for the uhhh I don’t know… 20 or so orgasms I just gave you out of the pure selflessness of my heart?” he chuckled as he adjusted your legs, propping your ass up. “And there’s still plenty more to be had.”

Rather than protest (you’d lose every time you did, anyway), you buried your face into the feathery soft pillows from frustration. This man was the biggest menace in your world, but if his way to go was to be crushed between your thighs, then well, who were you to deny his dying wish?

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Mine*

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Summary: Joe sets aside his usual “wear what you want” attitude and shows you that he's the only person you wear his favorite set for.

(Part two to - Part one)

Warnings: Smut (Female receiving oral, vaginal fingering, PIV sex.)

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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*Complete continuation from part one!*

(y/n’s pov)

The door to the bathroom was shut as I discarded my sweats and slipped the lingerie onto my body.

I knew what was waiting for me on the other side of that door, and it had adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Joe wasn't the jealous type. We had never had sex that was induced by him showing that I was purely his and saying I was nervous wouldn't be a lie.

After reminding myself a couple of times that it was Joe and he’d never hurt me or make me do anything I wouldn't want to, I opened the door and stepped out.

My eyes scanned over Joe’s body which was only covered by his black boxers as his gorgeous large frame was sprawled out on the bed.

“Did I keep you waiting too long?” - you

Joe finally looked up and acknowledged me, a dirty grin gracing his lips when he saw the black lace.

“Nope. I've been busy thinking about what I want to do to you.” - Joe smirked

I gulped and Joe took notice of my nervous state, realizing that he laid the intimidation factor on a little too thick.

“C’mere.” - Joe patted his lap

My heart rate only got higher as I crawled onto the bed and straddled Joe’s thighs.

“You look beautiful.” - Joe ran his fingers over my waist

“You don't look too bad yourself.” - you grinned

His beautiful blue eyes shined as they met mine, but he sighed and looked away.

“Am I making you nervous? That's the last thing I want to do.” - Joe

“A little, but it's more of an excited-nervous to see how this plays out.” - you

“Shit… I'm sorry. You know you can always tell me to stop or do something differently. I'm here to take care of you.” - Joe

“I know, Joey. You have nothing to apologize for. It's not like you can control the effect you have on me.” - you laughed

He nodded and a small smile graced his plump blush pink lips.

After looking at his lips for a little too long, I felt the need to kiss them so I did. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

Joe deepened the kiss as he slipped his tongue between my lips into the confines of my mouth. His arms circled my waist and he used the leverage to move me against him; essentially grinding down onto his crotch.

I could feel the familiar bulge in his shorts, telling me he had already been hard for a while.

“Joey.” - you whimpered into his mouth

“What do you need, baby?” - Joe

“You. I need you inside me.” - you

Joe was almost taken aback by how needy you already were. He wanted to give you what you wanted because there was no doubt he wanted inside you just as much as you wanted him inside you, but he had to stick to the plan.

“Patience, baby. You'll get it later. Right now, I need to taste you.” - Joe

Before I knew it, I was off of Joe’s lap and lying flat on my back on the bed. Joe was holding himself on top of me as he gently started kissing down my body.

“I could kiss this skin forever. So soft.” - Joe groaned

Abruptly, his kisses stopped when he had reached his destination.

I had the intention of looking down at Joe to see what the hold-up was for, but before I could, he slid the fabric to the side and sank his hot tongue inside.

“Fuck!” - you moaned

His magic tongue worked in tandem with his thumb that was circling over my clit. This sensual assault left me a withering mess.

One thing about sex with Joe is I never lasted long at the hands of his skilled mouth, fingers, or cock. Joe’s mission was to make me cum, he didn't care if he came himself.

God, when he ate me out it was an out-of-body experience.

And right now, I could feel myself slipping away.

“Joe! I'm close.” - you moaned

Joe pulled his tongue out and sunk a thick finger into my heat, his lips closing around the sensitive bud as he sucked into oblivion.

“Shit-” - you

“C’mon, baby. Give me that orgasm.” - Joe moaned

With a loud breathy moan of his name, I drenched Joe’s chin and a bit of his bare chest.

“Fuck, that was hot.” - Joe

As I recovered, my eyes drifted down to Joe’s tented boxers, and I desperately wanted to touch him.

Using my arms to hold myself up, I reached for Joe but he backed away from me.

“Please, I wanna touch you, Joe.” - you

“What’d I say about patience, my love?” - Joe

Defeatedly sighing, Joe laid me back down on my back and moved his hand up my leg. His big hand started at my ankle and traced up to my inner thigh.

Joe groaned when he ran his fingers over the lace that was the only thing between him and my dripping entrance.

“You're so wet for me.” - Joe

I sucked in a huge breath when Joe slipped his fingers under the material and ran the tips of two thick fingers through my folds.

“Stop teasing…” - you

“What do you want, baby? Want me to touch you? Hm?” - Joe

“Yes, please.” - you

“Atta girl, practically begging for my touch.” - Joe

Joe didn't waste any more time as he was satisfied with my request and easily slipped in two fingers.

“Oh god!” - you

“You think you can gimme another one?” - Joe

My walls couldn't help but clench around his fingers, still not completely recovered from my last orgasm.

Joe curled his fingers and I was seeing stars. His little groans that escaped his perfect lips drove me closer to the finish line.

“Please.” - you whined

Without saying what I needed, Joe knew. He quickly increased the pace of his lengthy fingers and simultaneously circled my mound.

“Baby, I'm not gonna last much longer.” - you

“Good. Cum for me, all over my fingers.” - Joe

Joe connected his lips with mine, and the feeling of his fingers moving inside me and his tongue circling with mine became too much. Soon I was doing his bidding and moaning loudly into his mouth at my climax.

I winced as he slowly pulled his fingers out, but my eyes immediately snapped open when I heard loud sucking noises. The sight of Joe licking my essence off of his digits was so goddamn hot.

My eyes didn't stop there either; they slowly roamed back down to his crotch where he looked so unbearably hard.

Since he was still focused on licking every last drop of my arousal off, I reached for his clothed erection but let out an annoyed groan when he grabbed my wrist.

“Joe, you had your fun proving to me who I wear lingerie for! I want to suck your dick!” - you

He simply shook his head no and went for the bathroom. Dramatically throwing myself back against the bed, I wondered why Joe was depriving me.

“Joe!” - you

“Yup?” - Joe

“Get in here. Now.” - you

If only you could see the smirk on his face right now.

Joe quickly discarded his boxers and sashayed into the bedroom, wearing nothing but a cocky smirk.

“Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need you so bad.” - you whined

I tried and failed not to bite my lip as I watched his hard dick twitch at my words.

“Beg for it.” - Joe

“Isn’t that what I'm already doing?!” - you grumbled

Those deep blue ‘need you’ eyes turned into a glare, and I knew that what I was already doing wasn't sufficient.

“Joey. Please give me your cock. You're the only one who can satisfy my needs, and I want you to fill me up.” - you

In one swift motion, Joe went from standing up to on top of me on the bed.

“Good girl, my love. You always do exactly what I say.” - Joe

His lips attached to my neck and his kisses slowly traveled downward making a beeline for my chest.

Joe gently moved one of the straps off of my shoulder to reveal the swell of my breast. The kisses got sloppier as he eventually pulled the entire set off of my body.

He lifted himself and let his lust-filled eyes wander over my body, completely bare just for him.

“As much as I love that lingerie on you… there is nothing I love more than what I'm looking at right now.” - Joe grinned

“You make me feel so loved, Joey.” - you wrapped your arms around his neck

My arms around his neck signaled him to lean down a bit, and Joe placed his lips onto mine.

“Ready?” - Joe lined himself up with your entrance

“Always.” - you

I flashed him a smirk + wink combo and he immediately thrust his entire length inside.

My walls clamped down on the sudden intrusion, which had both of us moaning.

“Fuck you feel so good around me.” - Joe

“You feel even better. Fast… faster please?” - you

He immediately obliged and started thrusting with even more strength behind each movement.

It was insane how full his aching cock made me feel. This position, with my legs around his waist, had him hitting my cervix each time.

“Right there!” - you sighed

“Right here?” - Joe

That last thrust had to be planned to be particularly rough because… shit.

Minutes later I could already feel myself getting close to my climax, I was two orgasms ahead of Joe so there was no doubt that I was sensitive.

“Joe… baby, I'm not… gonna last long.” - you

“Fuck, me neither. I've been close since you walked out of the bathroom in your outfit.” - Joe

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face close to mine to engage our lips in a filthy kiss.

Joe’s thrusts started getting erratic, and though he was so close, he was still focused on making me cum first.

“Finish me off, baby.” - you moaned

He dropped his hand to where our bodies connected and started circling the little bundle of nerves. I clamped down on him hard and practically screamed his name through my climax.

“Mmm. Shit, baby.” - Joe moaned

Moments later, Joe buried himself as deep as he could get and let out a guttural moan as he released inside me.

Joe collapsed on top of me and hid his face in my neck, our mutual heavy breathing the only thing heard in the room.

The close contact was nice while recovering from our intense highs, but soon, the feel of sweaty skin against skin began feeling uncomfortable.

Abruptly, Joe pulled out and stood up from the bed, helping me up moments later and whisking me away to a warm shower.

We stood wrapped up in each other’s embraces as the water cascaded over us. The feel of the warm water and Joe’s big hands running over my body made for the perfect aftercare.

“I love you.” - Joe mumbled

“I love you too.” - you

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Later we both begrudgingly walked into the colder bedroom and made our way into bed for the night.

“It's so late. I'm exhausted.” - Joe

“Well, it is two in the morning. Not the eight o'clock you're used to.” - you giggled and rubbed his chest

“Had to show you who you belonged to.” - Joe

“Is that so?” - you laughed and laid your head on his shoulder

“Yup. You're all mine.” - Joe

And neither of us would want it any other way.

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Authors note: the much-needed, very late, part two to girls night!!

(the smut writers block is REALL)

Hope you enjoyed! 💕💕

[narcolini]

white room - pt. 1

johnny davis (the bikeriders) x reader, 18+, canon typical themes and language, 2.8k words, 1 of ? johnny as a miserable bisexual divorcee and reader as someone too chilled and lonely to give a fuck a/n: it's written to be gender neutral, but there are a few references implying they may be afab (not overkill its just a very gendered landscape)

“Go fuck your good self, then.”

The door slams behind you and the window pane shakes with it, piece of shit car that it is, with an equally large turd of a guy running the thing. 

“Crazy bitch,” is the cab driver’s goodbye call, and yeah, maybe. But he’s the one dumping you in the wrong end of town—and after dark, no less. All you’d done was get a cab after a party, knowing you left all your cash in one of the boots under your bed, with the mad hope that the guy behind the wheel might just be kind enough to let you ride along on a promise. You had every intention of running upstairs to get him his fee, while he kept the engine running, mind you, but that uptight jack didn’t wanna hear a thing about it. Even had the nerve to ask you to comp him 'with those pretty lips o’ yours’, which is round about where you started calling him a filthy no-good perv, and he started pulling over in the middle of nowhere. 

Now you’re standing in the dark in nothin but your too-cheap denim jacket, that you never should’ve bought ‘cause you got shirts thicker than this, staring at a corner side bar that’s almost definitely filled with a hundred more of those cab driver types. Not in the driving sense, but in the fuck anyone that isn’t a man like us sense, you know? 

But what can you do? It’s in there, or out here, and you’re not in the shoes for walking, never mind running, so it’s not much of a choice at all.

You go up in a way like you been here before, like you know the name of the place even though the paint’s chipped off and the light ain’t lighting anymore, and in the time it takes to cross the street, you see three guys go in, three come out, and not a single woman or anyone else, so much as look at the place. It’d be a lie to say your heartbeat was going a speed anywhere near close to normal. Which is another thing you try and hide as you push through the door into the chaos of it all. 

It’s not a bar, it’s a God damn wolf den. 

You make it two steps and already you seen enough beer, and enough skin, and heard enough dogwhistles to consider just how bad it could really be to run barefoot across town. Your feet would only hurt a little bit, right? They seen you now though, and with the amount of bikes they got lined up outside, you wouldn’t even make it to the next block before one of them caught up to you. And then what? Might as well try talking wolf while you’re in here, better that than squaring up with one of them in some stinking alleyway.  

“You got a phone, big guy?” you ask, to the first one that really looks at you. He’s a head taller than you but it seems like that head’s spinning, so you figure he needs a little more explanation to get going. “Behind the bar or something? A payphone?”

He takes a while to reply, like you’re speaking some other language, then he says, “I got something you can ride, honey.”

And now you’re back in the cab all over again, and you’re still going fuckin' nowhere.

“Forget about it.”

You shove past him, and another two men smelling of liquor, until you can plant both hands on the edge of the bar and speak to the owner directly. At least, you think it’s the owner. Cause he’s stood back there, with a towel slung over his shoulder, and he’s the only one giving all of these animals their liquid feed for the night. 

“Hey," you start, “do you got a phone? One I could use?”

Instead of answering, he looks right over your head. Imagine that, like you ain’t there at all, right over and into the space behind. It takes a second, but then you realise it’s not just bad manners, it’s only that there’s someone else coming up to the back of you who’s much more important, to him anyway. 

And now, that’s a guy you look twice at.

He’s not tall, but he’s not short neither, something in the middle that suits you just right, if it mattered. Face like he’s seen some things too, but his hair’s combed all neat like he hasn’t seen nothin. If it weren’t for the bent pinky on his one hand and the scar on his knuckles across the other, you might think he was some sort of regular guy. But he got a walk like he owns the place, more than the barman, that's for sure, and the shirt he’s wearing is plastered with the same exact name as the rest of all these guys: VANDALS. Doesn’t take much to figure that he’s top dog of them. Vandal of the Vandals.

He slides right up to you like you asked him to, sitting his forearms on the edge—next to where your hands are. 

“Nah,” he says. Just like that. Nah.

You feel like laughing. “No?”

“Nah,” his head shakes, “you don’t wanna be in here.”

If it’s advice, it kinda feels like a threat and, well, if it’s a threat, it sorta feels like advice. A decent bit of it at that, cause he is right. You don’t wanna be in here. 

“Don’t want doesn’t make up for need,” you tell him. “And I need to use a phone, if you got one.”

“What for?”

“A cab?” Then you do laugh. “What? You worried I’ll ring your bill up by calling international?”

He makes a strange, sorta dismissive noise as he’s pushing off from the bar. “Worried you’d call some little boyfriend of yours,” he mumbles, then he walks round to the serving side and pulls a phone from under the lip of it.

“No boyfriend, sir. Just a mighty need to get home.” And the fuck outta this place.

He picks the handset up, spinning the dial without asking you for nothin, his eyes sitting on something you can’t see right in front of him. A number maybe. “Not many drivers will pick you up from here,” he says. "This one…yeah, well, you can try it.”

Any hope you had is fast disappearing on you. “That bad, huh?”

He passes you the phone, the twisty cord going all the way straight just to reach you. 

It connects as you put it up to your ear, and some lady with a voice all too quiet for telephones greets you on the other side, rushing you to the point before you can even try and warm her up a little.

"Hi, yeah, so I need a cab but I won’t be able to pay the guy until we get there, is that something your—hello? Hello?” You tut. The empty tone in your ear is a stinging slap to the face, right there, right across the cheekbone. “Motherfucker,” you say, but she’s already all the way gone. She didn’t even hear you out.

And this guy? Well he’s smiling when you look back at him, doing an awful bad job at pretending like he ain’t been listening. “Yeah," he clears his throat to hide a laugh he won’t laugh, “you should’a said you had no money. No cab’s gonna—”

“I know,” you snap. “Still had to ask though, didn’t I?”

He shrugs, nodding at sorta the same time like he agrees with you, even though his face is fixed like he don’t agree at all. Like you’re awful naive for thinking they might even listen to you in the first place.

“Guess I’m walkin’ then,” you decide. You pass him the handset, but he’s too slow to take it, so you go on your toes to lean over and put it back yourself. Hard and pissy with it. Shitty taxi service. Shitty phone. Shitty bar.

“You want a drink?”

Your heels hit the floor again. “What?"

He puts his hand out like he works here now, pointing to all the dingy bottles waiting behind him. “A beer…or?”

“Yeah," you test, “what’s the or?”

“Or,” he says, slow with it, "you sit round drinking nothin’ and wait until I can take you home.”

Your brows shoot up like he’s told a lie bigger than any you’ve ever heard. “You gonna take me home?” you ask, thinking yeah, he’s gonna take you home, and you’re gonna be the next big Santy Claus. 

He nods and it keeps going, like his head gets away from him. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I can give you a ride.”

For a second, you find yourself worrying about it. “That code for something else?”

He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jeans and sets one in-between his lips. “No. S’just a ride.”

You watch the lighter flip, the cigarette catch. Watch him take a drag and blow it out again. He isn’t acting drunk, and he don’t seem like he cares either way, whether you take a ride from him or not. All he seems bothered about is finding the end of that smoke, and popping the cap off another beer. 

If these are wolves, then he’s the oldest of them. The most tired and nicked with battle scars. From where you’re standing, that makes him the least threatening too, cause you come with a whole load of baggage, and he looks like he’s got even more than that. And anyone with all that shit on their shoulders? Yeah, they’re not gonna be no sort of trouble at all. They just wanna get home at night with their head pinned on straight still.

"Well alright,” you say. “I’ll take a beer and the ride, too.”

“Beer and a ride,” he grumbles back, not moving the cigarette and losing his words because of it. “I’m Johnny."

“Johnny?”

He nods, handing you the beer he just readied for himself. 

“Thanks.” You give him your name the same way he gave you his, and he says it back to you, the way you did with him, though you know you didn’t mumble it the first time. He heard you just right. “This the part where I tell you how far away I live, and you say actually, I don’t got the gas for that, right?”

“How far d’you live?”

“Other side of town.”

He shrugs. “I got gas enough.”

And that’s how you end up on the back of his bike, clinging on like some sort of koala bear thing, with the town going past like it’s made of nothing but air, cold, loud, air. Flooding your ears and the collar of your jacket, even the ends of your pants are filling up with it. Going so fast nothing feels like anything, only that, everything feels of everything. Way too much. By the time you’re pulling up to the house, your head’s spinning like you had ten beers, not two, and he has to offer his hand just to get you off in one piece.

“God,” you say, “does it feel that crazy every time?”

He looks like he wants to smile, but something inside don’t let him. “Guess so.”

“Well, you got bigger balls than me, that’s for sure.”

Then he really wants to smile, you can see it in the little crinkles by his eyes. “Night, kid.”

“Not a kid,” you tell him, cause you lived through too many years of shit to not get the respect an adult deserves, plus, you ain’t even that much younger than he is. Anyone without a stack of lines down his forehead must look like a kid to him. “Thanks for the ride. You really saved my ass.”

He waves it off, like it really was nothin, though actually it was a pretty big something, a real good favour. “Ah. Wasn’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you.”

“Oh yeah? Saw me walking in like some sort of square and the alarm bells went ringing?” 

“Yeah. Like that.”

You hum a little, shrugging while you think on it. “I could’a handled myself,” you tell him. Which isn’t all the way the truth, but it’s not too far from it neither. You can get mean when you have to.  

“Maybe, but you didn’t have to, did you?” He kicks the bike to life again, and there goes that engine, so loud his ears must be working half as good as they should be. “See you around,” he says.

You nod. As far as last words go, those are some pretty boring ones, but it’s later than late now, and you’re not feeling like standing outside any longer until one of you comes up with something better. So he gets a “see-ya” and that’s the last thing either of you will ever say to each other, cause when are you ever gonna find yourself in the middle of some roughed up, leather wearing, bike club, ever again? 

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Well. Turns out you got a whole lot wrong when it came to figuring Johnny out. Not even a full day goes by, and you’re hearing that rumble, that big bru-bru-bru, clattering noise coming right back down your street. And Mrs Saccone, who’s normally deafer than deaf, is banging a broom on your wall telling you to get rid of it. To get rid of him. Can you imagine? Old lady, never done nothin wrong in her life, as far as your Pops ever knew, and suddenly, big mean man on a bike, sitting outside and ruining her TV dinner. 

You couldn’t get out there fast enough. Half-dressed, you know, you were ready to settle down for the night. Work stuff off and replaced with those big, old man type boxer shorts. If it weren’t for the bathrobe, wrapped all up round yourself, you’d have blushed so hard it’d burst a blood vessel.

“You forget something?” you ask, parking your feet and slippers right onto the concrete next to him. “I got neighbours, you know.”

He frowns, pursing his lips as he looks you over. “I wake you up?”

“No. But I’d be lying if I said you weren’t disturbing my peace.”

He nods, still running that engine, one foot on the ground to keep him in one place there. It goes so long without him saying nothin that you start thinking maybe it’s your turn, and you forgot which one of you spoke last or something.

“Can I help you, Johnny?”

“Let me take you out,” he says. Not a question, but not bossy with it neither, just ‘let me’. If he’d said it like an order, you would’ve told him to stick it where you told the cab driver to stick it last night, but he seems to know better than that.

You pull the robe tighter, right up to your neck. “I’m not going back to that bar,” you tell him.

“No, not there.” He flicks a gloved hand over the bars of the bike, imagining some fancy, high-class sort of place, right there in front of him. “Somewhere nice. You and me.”

It’s a good thing your mother is on a whole other continent, because without thinking much about it at all, you say, “Alright, sure. You can take me out.” 

He smiles, and it might not be, but it feels like it’s the first one he’s shown you, all real and bunched up in that stubble of his. “You should go get dressed then.”

You feel the life drain right out of you. “We’re going now?”

“I’m here." He shrugs. "So, yeah, why not?”

“You know most people would hate you for that,” you say, “giving a person no warning.”

The bike goes quiet then, and he swaps the keys for a pack of smokes in his pocket, leaning back like he got all the time in the world. “D’you hate me?” he asks.

“I might.”

“Oh, might.” He says it back like you don’t mean it, and won’t mean it, with another one of those funny throwaway noises following on after it. “I’ll take my luck with might.”

And what d’you say to that? Nothin, you say nothin, all you can say is, “Give me ten minutes.” 

Then you’re trotting back up the porch steps, hoping Mrs Saccone isn’t peeping through the curtains, and wondering what the Hell you’re gonna put on that’s any kind of suitable to go to a nice place with a Vandal on your arm. 

If it weren’t your life already, you wouldn’t believe any of it. This time just yesterday, you were at some square neck, office party, saying goodbye to some upper-level fucker—who never learned your name, and didn’t even thank-you for the half serious farewell note you left in the communal goodbye card—and tonight? God, if you weren’t so used to shit going unusually, you’d be pinching yourself. Real hard, too. 

Some man called Johnny, who you don’t know from Adam, swinging by to pick you up on his motorcycle. Yeah, ‘crazy bitch’ really is starting to feel like an appropriate title for you to have. Who would’a known?

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part two here

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