#things that happen immediately after this:

[freak-accident419]

‘not your fault’

Bob Reynolds x reader

Summary: After a mission goes horribly wrong, you take a hot shower to unwind. With Bob being your worried boyfriend, he keeps you company.

Word Count: 1.9k

Content: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, gender neutral reader (of course), no pronouns used for reader, brief use of Y/n, reader is a Thunderbolt, shower sex, fluff, penetration (no specified genitals for reader), creampie, Bob may or may not be ooc, a certain stupid reference at the end, Yelena makes an appearance

SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS* MOVIE UNDER THE CUT!!!

Taglist: @g0ry0re0 @deceitfuldevil Happy reading! <3 Reblogs and likes are much appreciated!

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You fucked up big time.

One of your missions as a New Avenger went terribly wrong, and it was all your fault. You led your team to the wrong place, made the wrong calculations, and overall was the epitome of a screw up. Most days, you were proficient and prepared, smart and level-headed, so it disheartened you when you let your teammates down. And while you all ended up succeeding by the end and completed the mission, sensing your colleagues' frustration towards you didn't feel so great.

When you all went back to the Watchtower, you went straight to your room without a word, ignoring Bob in the process. You knew that wasn't a good move on your part, but you felt way too ashamed to face your lover.

Your usual remedy was to take a hot shower. You were embarrassed and humiliated by your performance today, so enveloping yourself in flaming, steamy water seemed like the best distraction.

So there you were, standing in the large stall of your own bathroom as the hot water cascaded onto your sensitive skin. Your body had been covered in some debris as a result of the mission, now being washed off in the shower. You wouldn't have removed all of the grime, however, considering that you hadn't even picked up the soaps or even anything at all yet. All this time you just stood there, trying to distract your mortification with the heat surrounding you.

Your back was turned, looking at the ground that the water would land on, not turning your head as you hear the bathroom door creak open. You already knew who it was, so there was no use in questioning it.

The sound of shifting clothes was drowned out by the spraying of the shower. Then, it wasn't too long before the glass door slid open, closing immediately once the figure behind you stepped in.

"Ow—shit—that's hot," Bob flinched clumsily, turning the handle ever so slightly to turn down the heat. In other circumstances, in which you weren’t so depressed, you probably would’ve laughed at his silly response.

You felt your boyfriend's warm chest press against your back as his arms wrapped around your front, hands resting on your stomach. His head was relaxed against your shoulder, holding you close to comfort you. Your wet, naked bodies were practically merged together, in light of the very close proximity. Your thoughts had been drastically spiraling ever since the mission, but at least this felt nice.

For a while, it was quite silent aside from the rushing water, Bob offering his sole presence to ground you. Then, he finally spoke up afterwards, his tone in a compassionate manner.

"It wasn't your fault..."

Great. You assumed the team already informed him about what happened, probably telling him every stupid thing you did during the mission.

"Yelena, uh... She told me what happened," he continued hesitantly, your stiff body remaining against him. "Apparently, there was a whole mislead, uh... fraudulent information, something like that. But I mean, you just did what you had to do, and that's—"

"Don't." You sighed, briefly shutting your eyes in exhaustion. You didn't want his pity, you didn't want to be rewarded for your mistakes. "I screwed up. If it weren't for my judgement, then maybe—maybe all that wouldn't have happened, and there wouldn't be so much collateral damage, and—"

"Y/n." Bob grabs your shoulders, turning your body around to face him. Your expression was wrecked, eyes fearful and guilty. It hurt him to see you like this, especially since your vulnerability is a rare occurrence. "She said it was bound to happen. It didn't happen because of you. You didn't do anything wrong. It was an ambush."

"They're pissed at me," you frown miserably, disregarding his words, "the whole team, they hate me right now."

"That can't be true," he says with a gentle, sympathetic smile, "they're mad about the—the situation and the people involved, but not you. They know how skilled and smart and great you are, so no, they couldn't hate you, definitely not for this."

Usually, you were the one who would comfort and console Bob. Whenever he was going through something, you always talked him through it. Which was why this moment felt so foreign. This time, he was the one comforting you, using his own wisdoms to reassure you. And it worked like a charm.

"You okay?" He asks after a short pause with a questioning look.

"Yeah," you huff tiredly, embracing him closely, "I'll be fine..."

Pulling away from the hug, your hands reached up to cup his face. His eyes were so gentle, looking at you with enamored adoration. His hair was already soaked, some wet bangs falling over his face that accentuated the blue in his irises. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks affectionately, captivated by his effortless beauty. He was so goddamn pretty.

You grabbed his face and crashed your wet lips against his, pouring all your love and appreciation into the kiss. Instantly, Bob followed, kissing you back slowly, firm hands resting on your bare waist.

He whimpered needily in your mouth, parting it with his wavering tongue. He was addicted to your taste, grabbing you closer to his body as things began to grow tense between the two of you. The hot shower didn't seem to make it better, as it only added to the sensuality of this moment.

Bob wanted to please you. He wanted to make you feel worthy of pleasure, he wanted to remind you of how amazing you were. Essentially, he knew how it felt to fuck up and be looked down upon. He could only assume all the emotions you were feeling after the mission, so he made it his objective to distract you from them.

Bob carefully pressed your back against the shower wall, kissing you deeply and passionately. His hands came down to your thighs, lifting you up so your legs could wrap around his hips. He pecked your lips briefly while grasping his cock in one hand, stroking his already hardened length. The sensitive head of his dick throbbed as he guided it between your thighs.

“Ahh…” You let out a soft moan as he slowly entered through your tight entrance, walls fluttering at the stretch from his thick girth.

“Mmm—You feel so good,” he praises meekly, eyes half-lidded once he was fully inside you, “so good for me.”

Your hands were still cupping his face, holding him close to you as you pant under your breath. Bob began to thrust out gently, only to piston back in, making the two of you moan in pleasure. With his fingernails digging into your plushy thighs, he rocks his hips leisurely, taking his time to hit every deep, sensitive spot you had. And after a long time of being your boyfriend, he knew your body as if he studied a manual for it.

Bob was obsessed with making love to you. If not obsessed, then he simply loved it. And right now, he needed to make you feel the gentle love he had for you.

His lips were attached to yours once again as he fucked you softly against the wall, thrusting his cock deeply inside of you. Quiet whines left his throat, as he had always been the more sensitive out of the two of you.

Your hands reached the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soppy brown strands the more he stretched you with his length. Suddenly, Bob’s hand sneaked between your bodies, bringing attention to your sensitive flesh with his touch. Breaking the kiss, your mouth gaped in awe, panting heavily at the amazing sensation.

Noticing you were getting close, he tenderly pulled out in pursuit of a new position. As a whimper escaped your lips from the new-found emptiness, he kissed them briefly as a silent apology.

Bob positioned you with your stomach facing the glass door, standing right behind you as you felt his hard cock resting against your ass. His hands ran up and down your sides in a warm, worshipful caress. Then, his palms moved to your front, feeling sensually for your chest and stomach as your own hands were pressed against the glass, bracing yourself.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your neck, nipping the skin, “you did so good today... you deserve so much…”

Finally, his dick pushed back inside of you, making you feel the satisfying stretch of your inner walls. Bob moved at a steady pace, still fixated on making slow, sweet love to you. He moaned as he felt your fleshy insides grip his hard length, his hands desperately feeling for your skin.

“Faster,” you murmur, already eager to reach your climax. Bob moans at your words, aroused by your voice as he then obeys you, increasing his pace. Your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, feeling your walls tighten even more around him.

The brunette groans, one hand now gripping your hip, and the other reaching around your front to touch your sensitive anatomy once again. He was already close, just desperate to make you cum with him.

“Ahh!” You cry as his cock dives deeper and faster in your hole, massaging your insides. Your knees wobbled, already weak from the pleasure. The lewd, wet sounds of skin slapping against skin that echoed in the steamy bathroom aroused you terribly.

"I’m close,” Bob whines, his forehead pressed to your back as he pounded his hips against your ass. “Y/n, I’m so close…”

“Fuck!” You moan, feeling close to the edge as well. You felt a warm sensation pool in your lower stomach as he continued thrusting his cock inside of you.

Then, with a soft cry, Bob tenses up against you, cumming deep inside as his hot, white semen would paint your sensitive walls. You came directly after him, flesh tightening around his dick as you moaned in pleasure.

He held you close, peppering kisses all over your face and back. And you would stay in that position until he thought it was time to finally lather your body with soap; not only washing off the leftover dirt from your body, but also the guilt and stress you had once carried.

Later that night, as Bob was fast asleep in his quarters, you went to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Closing the pantry after obtaining said snack, you flinch as you see Yelena standing in the room.

“Hi,” she smiles softly.

“Shit!” You huff under your breath, heart rate slowly stabilizing. “Jesus, you scared me.”

She walked closer to you with a purposeful expression, raising her eyebrows. “I just wanted to let you know that… None of us blame you for what happened,” she explains in her familiar, thick Russian accent. “I know, we were all angry and pissy, but you barely screwed up. Hell, it was an ambush, there was nothing you could do.”

Her eyebrows softened as she looked at you warmly. “We’re all in this together, Y/n. And none of us are perfect, far from it, actually, so don’t think you’re less than any of us because of what happened today. Okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod appreciatively, mirroring her smile. “Thank you, Yelena.”

Satisfied, she turns around to walk away, until she suddenly stopped in her tracks, eyeing you once again. “By the way… You and Bob might want to be a little… quieter. The Watchtower is still in construction, and, well.. walls and ceilings are pretty thin.”

As she strides away, you curse under your breath, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“But I’m happy for you both!” She calls out, disappearing into the darkness.

You took a worn-out bite into your Pop-Tart. Goddammit.

[gojosconsort]

get freaky on camera // satoru gojo

𓂃୨ৎ you’re an onlyfans creator frustrated with bad partners, so you jokingly ask your best friend to help film content... and he’s game.

𓂃୨ৎ pairing. afab!reader x best friend!satoru gojo

𓂃୨ৎ content. mdni. friends-with-benefits, filming, oral (f and m receiving), praise kink, creampie, shower sex, fluff, aftercare

best friend!satoru’s been your closest friend forever, with that messy white hair and blue eyes that make everyone stare. one day at his place, you complain about not finding enough good partners for your onlyfans and you joke, “maybe you should help me film some content.” you laugh, but he grins, leaning forward, “let’s do it.”

best friend!satoru’s game immediately and sets the ground rules over pizza, “we fuck for your fans, keep it professional, no strings.” you’re hesitant, “just for content, right?” he nods, “just for content.” but you both know that’s not true.

best friend!satoru who you shoot your first video with him that night, pushing your pizza away and abandoning the movie that was playing as you straddle his lap, his kisses hot down your neck. “fuck, you’re so hot—let’s give ‘em a show,” he says, filming as you ride him and fuck, he’s good, hitting every spot and you moan louder than you ever have with any other partner.

best friend!satoru who checks the video after, smirking at the views pouring in. “told you we’d kill it,” he says, replaying the part when you’d cum on his cock over and over and you’re flushed, “it’s just the angle.” he laughs, “don’t get shy now, babe. we’re hot and the fans love it.” you shove him, but he’s right—the chemistry’s insane, and the fans really love it.

best friend!satoru who suggests a blowjob video next because “fans love that shit.” he guides you down, “lick slow—fuck, yeah, like that.” and he’s so vocal, “shit, baby, you’re so good—look up at me.” and then films you taking him deep, moaning, “fuck yeah, babe.” and then cums down your throat so hard, the phone’s nearly slipping from his grasp as his orgasm ripples through him.

best friend!satoru who eats you out so good you almost forget you are filming for your only fans. his tongue’s between your legs and you’re gettin’ wetter by the second, thighs tremblin’, but he’s taking his sweet time until you pull at his hair and urge him, “fuck, satoru! make me cum already!” and he’s loving every second of it.

best friend!satoru’s softer after the shoot, surprising you with how gentle he can be. he grabs a warm towel, “you okay, superstar?” he makes you tea and tucks a blanket around you. “you’re acting like my boyfriend now,” you tease, but he smirks, “nah, just the best co-star you’ll ever have—nobody’s taking care of you like me.”

best friend!satoru who you do a content marathon with one lazy weekend. fucks you in every position—missionary, doggy, you on top, him on top, you name it. “fuck, baby—taking me so well.” he’s relentless, cumming three times but still hard, “gonna ruin you for everyone else.” you’re exhausted but don’t stop, he’s fucks you so good it’s addicting.

best friend!satoru’s basically living at your place—filming, fucking, chilling. picks your lingerie, “this’ll make ‘em drool—you’re so hot in it.” off-camera, he’s cooking you dinner, “can’t let my star go hungry.” you laugh, “you’re way too into this.” he shrugs, “damn right—you’re the hottest thing on the internet, and i’m the lucky guy making it happen.” his hands linger, and you don’t pull away.

best friend!satoru who fucks you in the shower against the tiles for a new video, water streaming, phone catching every drip, “fuck, you’re so tight,” he says, fucking you hard and cums so deep inside, kissing your cervix with every thrust. “that’s the money shot.” and films how his cum is dripping between your legs. after, he’s kissing your wet skin, “you’re too fucking good, babe.”

best friend!satoru who texts you at 3 a.m., “thinking of my favorite girl—wanna film?” shows up with your favorite sugary drink, “only the best for you, babe.” you catch him staring when you’re just chilling afterwards, eyes warm. “satoru, this is just content, right?” you ask, voice small. “sure,” he says but it doesn’t sound true, and you’re starting to crave his presence, not just his dick.

best friend!satoru’s been your only onlyfans partner for months, ever since you realized nobody else could fuck like him or make you cum so much. you used to film with others, but now it’s just satoru, and the way he looks at you—like you’re more than content—makes your heart skip.

best friend!satoru who got you pinned on his bed, clothes already off, when you realize—shit, you forgot to hit record. “satoru, the camera,” you gasp, but he’s kissing you hard, “fuck the camera—need you now.” you don’t stop him; he’s too good, cock sliding in deep, hitting spots that make you see stars. “moan for me, just me,” he says, and it’s raw, intense—better than any filmed scene.

best friend!satoru’s different after that night. he’s over at your place, not for a shoot, just to hang—ordering takeout and binging a shitty rom-com. “you’re fucking gorgeous even in sweats,” he says, tugging you onto his lap. you tease, “no camera today?” he shrugs, “don’t need it.” he kisses you soft, no rush, and you’re starting to wonder why this feels so normal.

best friend!satoru’s acting like your boyfriend now, and you’re not fighting it. he’s over all the time, not just for shoots—cooking you pancakes, you stealing his hoodie, him calling you “babe” in that low voice that makes you melt. you’re holding hands, sharing lazy kisses, and it’s couple shit—brushing teeth together, him carrying you to bed. “you’re my favorite everything,” he says, and it’s too real.

best friend!satoru who’s quieter one night, sitting on your balcony with you, city lights below. he’s holding your hand, unusual for his cocky self. “babe, i gotta say something,” he starts, eyes serious. “i don’t want you filming with anyone else—fuck, i don’t want anyone else near you. be mine, exclusive—my girlfriend.” and you’ve never been more happy in your life.

best friend!satoru’s your boyfriend now, and it shows—he’s louder, prouder. you film a new video, “my girlfriend’s the fucking hottest,” he says on camera, fucking you deep and hard. “nobody takes me like you,” he groans, loving how you feel around his cock, the way you moan and scream his name. “love you,” and he’s thrusting harder.

[p1astr81]

second dad zone is so cute omg, i love it. can you write the reader's reaction when oscar tells her what isla said? and isla calls him dad again in front of her. thanks queen <3

OOOOOH OSCAR PIASTRI POLEEEEEE

I started tearing up writing this idk why

It was nearing six in the afternoon when you finally got home. You felt bad. You told Oscar it would just be a few hours. It was never meant to take that long.

You walked in the door to see Oscar with his phone in his hand, standing facing the empty hallway. He smiled when he saw you, greeting you with a small, “hey baby,” and a peck to your cheek. You immediately started apologizing for the tardiness, for not following up, for taking up his weekend off.

He quickly dismissed your apologies. “It’s alright. I had fun with her today.” He smiled. “And I think she called me dad?”

You furrowed your brows. “Think?”

“Yeah, she said ‘you’re such a good dad,’ while we were watching tv.” his eyes shined with optimism.

But yours flickered with hesitation. “Aw.” You cooed, but he could tell something was off.

“What is it?” He questioned, taking a glance down the hallway.

You bit your cheek. “Life is unpredictable.” You said after a moments silence. “I don’t want her to get attached and then I have to take another father figure away from her.” You shook your head. “Not that I’m anticipating for us to break up, because believe me that’s the last thing I want, but you know.” You paused. “Anything can happen.”

He understood. He always did. And he always knew how to ease your worries. “Then I guess I’ll just have to marry you to make it harder for us to break up.” He chuckled, forgetting everything else as he leaned over to kiss you.

A screech pulled you apart. “Mumma!” Isla cheered, sprinting down the hall in one of her princess dresses. She clung onto your leg, and you hoisted her into your arms.

“Lando told me you guys weren’t just friends! I knew he was right!” She declared, eyes darting between the two of you as if daring you to deny her claims.

Oscar chuckled, speaking before you got the chance. “You caught us, Issy bug.”

“What are you all dressed up for, love?” You changed the topic.

“Oscar and I played dress up!”

“It was more of a fashion show.” He shrugged.

The next time he dropped by was over a week later.

You were with isla in the playroom, playing with Barbie’s when he called out. She jumped up, little legs rushing behind you as you made your way to the entryway to greet him.

Just before you reached him, isla pushed you out of the way. She tried her best to wrap her arms around his legs. He picked her up while giggles spilled from her lips. “How have my girls been?” He asked, kissing Isla’s head and then your cheek.

“I’ve-“

“Daddy can we go to the park?!” Isla interrupted, big eyes full of hope looking up at him.

Your lips curved in a pout, tears welling in your eyes.

Isla noticed because of course she did. She frowned. “Mummy what’s wrong?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing, baby. I think the park sounds nice.” You smiled and chuckled. Isla giggled hearing that, clapping her hands together.

In the car, you occupied her with some toys.

“She called you daddy.” You recalled in hushed tones like you couldn’t believe it.

He glanced at you, a small smile warming his lips. “Is that alright?”

You nodded. “If it’s alright with you.”

In response, he took your hand in his and kissed the back of your hand.

“Lando said you’re going to get married. What does that mean?”

Oscar had to keep his laughter to himself. “It means you and mummy get to dress like real princesses.” He told her, looking at her in the rear view mirror. He watched as her eyes lit up.

“Are you getting married soon?” She gasped.

Your face burned, and you hid behind your hand. “I think so, honey.” Oscar replied, squeezing your hand.

The back seat erupted in screeching cheers.

“We’ve gotta keep him away from her before he tells her something really bad.”

You had your worries going into this, especially when Oscar first told you isla called him ‘dad’. But as you watched him play hide and seek with her on the playground, you knew everything would be just fine.

[everlastingserenitys]

I GOT FUCKED BY TOP GIFTER?!

summ. you were once top 2 on your site, but luckily for you, a mysterious man suddenly brought you back to number 1. but the last thing you expected was for that man to be your coworker you hated!

pairing. caleb x f!reader cw. cam girl!reader, rivals with benefits, perv!caleb, zayne cameo, dirty talk, teasing, p in v, desk sex, Caleb has a stupid ass username, spoiling, one night stand, kissing semi public, I dont even think they hate each other, fucking on live stream, unrealistic numbers, 4k wc (ah, fuck.) a/n. this gotta be a kink atp. HELP also fixing any mistakes later.. sorry in advance !!

“A-are you sure this is safe?” Caleb stuttered, glancing back at Zayne who just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“It is safe. Relax. You’re the one who wanted to try something new, so I did my research and found this.”

“Are you sure I won't–”

But before he could finish his sentence another menacing look from Zayne darted past him. Caleb zipped his lips shut and hesitantly brought his shaky fingers to his mouse, dragging the cursor to the ‘sign up’ button and in a click he was in.

A display of explicit thumbnails filled his whole screen, Caleb’s eyes twisted in desire, a goop of drool dripped down his lips, and he didn’t even notice it yet.

He examined every pixel, his eyes darting from every angle he could capture. He scrolled through the page, his finger aimlessly clicking everywhere but before he could continue any further, Zayne cleared his throat from behind.

Caleb flinched, he removed his hand off his mouse and turned to Zayne who was just staring at him with his hand out in front of him. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips and he opened the drawers of his desk and pulled out a file, giving it to Zayne, but before he could grab it, Caleb pulled it back.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, mockingly waving the paper in front of Zayne, “I’ll give you this if you give me some money, alright?”

“Money? Didn’t I give you this website?” Zayne mumbled, his eyes flickered on the file—of office work needed for next week—in Caleb’s hand and tried reaching for it, but accidentally stumbled on his foot and landed against Caleb.

But Zayne must’ve misclicked something when he used his hands for support, mistakenly smashing his large palm against the keyboard. The screen illuminated with the three dots chasing each other in a circle, and before Caleb could close it, a pre-recorded live stream of a beautiful girl was on display for him.

Caleb's hand ghosted over his mouse as he watched the video in awe. Since the streamer was faceless–well, had a mask, there wasn't much for him to depict from there, but Caleb felt like he hit the jackpot. He mumbled dirty words under his breath, scanned every crevice of his monitor, he was just so captivated by the video he didn't even notice Zayne slip the files away from his fingers.

“Zay–uh, the money? Please… I’m only going to try something, I promise I'll pay you back.” the rest of his speech left out in a mutter as his eyes stayed locked on the pretty girl on his screen.

Zayne sighed and shook his head in disbelief, “Fine, this is a one time thing though, don't ask me again.”

Caleb nodded and the door clicked shut behind him.

Oh he was so going to enjoy this.

—

Caleb knew he shouldn’t have watched practically every single one of your videos in one night. Though he did hold himself back and saved just a couple for the next day, he still wanted to see more of his faceless girl.

But after binging most of your videos he found out your schedule and thank god Zayne introduced him to this site a day before your next stream was going to happen.

Caleb draped his coat over his shoulder as he was texting Zayne about the payment, all he needed to do was spoil and support you.

There was a thing on the site where whoever has the most total donations from their streams gets to be on a leaderboard, you were just at the top 2, nearing to number one, and Caleb needed to change that immediately.

Eventually, Caleb made it to work. He got a small payment from Zayne and smiled at his phone, but was way too distracted to see where he was going and bumped into someone, his coat falling to the ground as he repeatedly apologized to the person he bumped into.

But when he peered his eyes up and noticed you standing there, staring down at him with a menacing look, Caleb rolled his eyes.

“Hey pipsqueak.” He mocked, throwing his coat over your head as he guided you to the elevator. Your hand swats his away as you both step in the elevator, clicking the button to your floor and stand in awkward silence.

“You look beat, what did you do last night?” A hint of teasingness laced your voice which only caused Caleb to glare at you in response.

The elevator doors slid open, Caleb grabbed his coat which was resting on your head, and walked out the elevator. He immediately headed over to his cubicle and rested his face in his palms, he already missed his faceless girl.

As he was resting, a tap on his shoulder jolted him from his daze, he sighed and turned his head to whoever interrupted him, but groaned in annoyance when he saw you. You were staring down at him with your arms crossed, acting like he already knew what you were going to ask–but no, he didn’t.

“What is it?” Caleb muttered, averting his gaze away from you as he suddenly put all his focus on his monitor in front of him. His fingers danced around his mouse as he scrolled through hundreds of emails.

“Do you have the file for next week?”

“Zayne got them, but i'll ask him to not give ‘em to you.” he grinned, leaning back on his chair as he peered his violet eyes at you. A scoff escaped your lips and you turned away and walked over to Zayne’s cubicle.

Caleb's eyes widened and he sprung off his chair, following you. When you reached him, Caleb immediately budded in and shook his head at Zayne who had the files resting on his desk. You gave Caleb a dirty look and pushed him aside, asking Zayne for the files.

“Why don't you do it yourself.” Caleb striked.

“Why did Zayne get your copy then?” you cross your arms and stare at him with a raised eyebrow, the look on your face was way too threatening for Caleb to disregard your words. He sighed in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing at Zayne then back at you.

“That's because he gave me something in return.”

“Ooh, that's why you were so beat this morning, hm? I wonder wha–”

“Watch your mouth, pips.”

“Whatever, just give me the file.”

“No.” Caleb reached for the file on Zayne’s desk and walked back to his cubicle with it. He heard your footsteps growing louder behind him and before Caleb could put it back in his drawer, a hand clasped onto it and took it away from him.

“Give it ba–” before he could finish his sentence he turned around to be met with nobody in front of him. He marched around the whole office to try to find you and when you were nowhere in sight, he started to ask the people around where you could've gone.

But after getting no answers from anybody, Caleb sighed in annoyance and headed to the bathroom. His walk there was just as worse as not finding you. Before he could place his hand on the doorknob, someone from behind hopped on him which caused Caleb to flinch dramatically.

“Finally.” He muttered, slowly snaking his hands along your arms which were wrapped around his waist and in a quick movement he flipped you over, pinning you to the wall. His face was just centimeters away from you, neither of you moved, just stared into each other's eyes.

But Caleb's eyes purposely snake down your figure, his eyes lingering on your cleavage for a second before averting his gaze even lower. There was just some familiar feeling he had when he looked at your body but he just couldn't pinpoint what it was.

“Caleb?” you whisper, your eyes stayed locked on his. Caleb shook his head and pulled away, his fingers still rested on your arm before tracing along it, your soft fabric meddled with his cold fingertips before his fingers stopped in place when he felt a bracelet seam imprinted through your sleeve.

Before he could slide his fingers under your sleeve, your eyes widened in panic and you gave the file back to him before running back to the office.

Weird.

—

Once work was over you immediately rushed back to your house, there was just an hour left before your stream and your worst nightmare happened.

You couldnt find your fucking mask.

You practically searched every crevice of your apartment, checking under the sofa, your bed, the blankets, practically everywhere. but the mask was nowhere to be found.

You sigh, clasping your palms on the edge of your desk as you stared at your monitor in disbelief. You glance around your room one more time and soon grab your coat resting on your chair and leave your apartment.

You walked over to the closest store nearby, skimming your eyes along the mask aisle and picked out the first nicest looking mask you saw. You rushed to the cashier and placed the mask on the table before reaching in your purse and grabbed your card.

You eventually paid for your things and left.

Once you got home you got your things ready and sat in your chair–with your new mask–and hover your cursor over the start stream button and eventually click it.

You sat back on your chair as you started to watch the chat roll in, a bunch of people were already asking where your old mask went but you shrugged and told everyone you couldn’t find it.

Once a decent amount of people joined, your fingers rested on the strap of your shirt and you rolled your fingers around it, “hundred dollars this is getting off” you tease, and not even a second later a man under the name ‘c.lovesapples’ sent the first hundred with a little message attached to the donation.

c.lovesapples: this is my first time on your stream i hope you enjoy :p

You chuckle at the message, but also the username, what a stupid username. But you gave your promise and slid your top off, immediately clasping your cold palm on your tit, sliding your fingers between your perked up nipple, pinching and teasing it.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips and you bit your lip to contain your noises, continuing to play with yourself when another donation brings you back to reality. You peer your head at the chat and the same man who sent the hundred dollars, sends another donation with a follow-up message.

c.lovesapples sent $200: touch yourself?

“Think it's that easy?” you grin, but still linger one of your hands down your body, ghosting your fingers along the waistband of your shorts, then a loud donation sound makes you flinch and you glance back at the screen with widened eyes.

c.lovesapples sent $1000: satisfied? i was gonna save the rest for later but i really want to see you :(

Your mouth opens in a small ‘o’ shape and you couldn’t even bring yourself to utter anything. Instead, you listen to the man's request and slide your fingers under your shorts, slowly pulling them down before you were left in just your panties on display for everybody.

You slid a finger under your panties, rubbing your clit in a slow motion, head jerking back before you sunk a finger in your soaking entrance, your fingers working in a quick movement, letting pleasure blind you from the situation going on. You eventually add another finger, your digits fucking your sensitive cunt soo well, a loud moan echoed through the room.

“F-fuck.. You really know how to get me to give in–ngh so easily?” you peered your eyes at the chat, and even though it was going way too quick you couldn't help but only notice c.lovesapples’s comment.

c.lovesapples: anything for you. now look at where you are now :)

Confused, you glance at your whole screen trying to see what he meant by ‘where you are now’ and couldn't notice anything until a gold badge next to your username sparked and you were number 1?!

“wha–hngh” you curl your finger, letting pleasure rush through you as you soon ride out your orgasm in pure shock. A loud whine escaped your lips and you slump down your chair, panting heavily as more donations and chats started to roll in.

“Thank you…” you mumble, adjusting the mask on your face as you slowly get up from your seat and lean in closer to the monitor.

When you finish the stream, out of curiosity you head over to c.lovesapples’s profile but were met with disappointment when it was a blank page, no profile picture, no bio, no name, nothing. You sigh and plop your head on your desk, trying to think of a way to thank him.

And then an idea clicked, why not he come over to your next stream?

Your fingers immediately rest on your keyboard and you start typing away, writing a slightly convincing message that you hope he would fall for. And not even five minutes passed and you already got a response from him.

c.lovesapples: really? :O

c.lovesapples: i mean, sure.. send your address and i’ll be there on wednesday ;)

You sent him a couple messages back which eventually led to you sending your address. You were surprised how quick he agreed to meeting up with you, especially since this was his first time even joining one of your streams.

You shut your computer, cleaned up, and went to bed, dreading the Wednesday that was about to come.

—

As Wednesday rolled along, Caleb was geeked the second he woke up, he got up extra early for work, and pampered himself like crazy in the morning. He just couldn't believe that his faceless girl reached out to him just like that.

And now that you were number one, that was one thing checked off of Caleb's list, now the second thing—which he just added—was to fuck you!

As Caleb walked into work he ignored everyone who greeted him and pretended to focus on his work so the time could go by quicker.

As he was drowned in emails upon emails a cling sound fell near him and Caleb glanced down at the ground when he saw a bracelet resting on the ground, he turned his chair and saw you come close to his desk.

“Dropped something, pips?” Caleb chuckled and picked up your bracelet. He swirled the material around his fingers and when he noticed the design his eyes widened.

“Caleb, give it back—ungh” before you could finish speaking, Caleb grabbed onto your wrists and dragged you to a secluded hallway, his fingers gripping tight on the bracelet before he shoved you against the wall.

A thud echoed through the hallway and you wink up at Caleb while scratching the back of your head, a look of confusion filled your eyes and you reached for the bracelet still dangling along his fingers.

But he pulled away before you could grab it, Caleb leaned in his lips inches–centimeters away from yours, your shaky breath ghosted against Caleb’s skin and he slid the bracelet along his wrist.

“So you it's you…” he breathed, sliding his fingers through your soft hair, pulling you closer. You gulp and flicker your gaze from his lips to his eyes, and before you could ask him something, Caleb crashed his lips on yours.

“Save it.” he mumbled against your mouth, slicking his tongue against your soft lips before sliding it in your mouth, meeting his tongue with yours. He worked himself against your lips, practically devoured you like he hasn't eaten for years.

Caleb pulled away, his cheeks burning up by the second, he leaned in for another kiss but you pressed your finger on his lips, pushing him back before you asked him the same question you've been trying to ask before.

Caleb chuckled and rested his forehead on your shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, the tension radiated off the two of you, leaving you to instinctively give in and hug him back.

“Why’d you waste your money on me?”

“I dont know..” he mumbled, pulling away and wrapped his fingers around your wrist. The grip was tightening and Caleb started dragging you out of the hallway, eventually leading you out of the office building.

“Cal–where are we going?” you chuckle awkwardly, turning your head as you look back at the building door then back at Caleb, who was already shoving you inside his car.

“To start your stream, just a little earlier.”

—

It wasn't even a second you stepped into the house, and Caleb already had you slammed against your desk, his needy lips found yours, devouring you like an animal. His hand reaches the bottom of your computer, clicking a button, making the computer flash on.

A bright white light illuminated the room and Caleb still had his mouth on yours, he winked open an eye and peered his gaze to the lockscreen, you noticed his violet iris glistening in the dark and Caleb soon pulled away, asking you for the password.

You give him your password and dart your tongue on his neck, sucking and nibbling on it. A shuddered breath escaped Caleb's lips and his grip grew tighter on you, the feeling of his fingertips digging deep against your plush hips made you squirm beneath him.

Caleb eventually logged into your computer, he grabbed onto your face and without warning, he smashed his lips on yours again, his bodyweight started to push against you, as he started devouring you again. You notice his other hand–still on the mouse, move around as he started to click random buttons and, fuck.

He already started the stream.

“Caleb! My mask–hngh”

Caleb ignored your words and slid you off the desk as his mouth was still on yours, you felt him slide his fingers up your shirt, the feeling of his rough, cold fingertips grazing against your warm skin, which made you shudder in pleasure.

He pulled away for a minute, just to stare into your eyes before the sound of a riipp echoed through the room and your shirt was already torn up, and thrown on the ground. Caleb's hands immediately wrap around your tits before he flipped you over in a quick movement, making you face the camera as he had his hands all over you.

“Mmph–” you felt his fingers lower down your body, playing with the waistband of your pants, but instead of pulling them down, you felt his large presence shadow over you before his bright, violet eyes glistened at the chat.

“Hundred dollars and this is getting off.” he smirked, tugging at the fabric which caused a yelp to leave your lips. You glance up at the screen and notice a bunch of people sending hundreds of dollars. This was unusual for you, you would usually get way less than that, maybe it's ‘cause Caleb was here?

A menacing chuckle left Caleb’s lips and he slid your pants down in a quick movement. You were now left bare n’ exposed in front of everyone and you slam your head on the desk to cover your face, in embarrassment.

Caleb traced his fingers down your body, those same fingers eventually found their way to your soaking cunt and Caleb rubbed a slow motion against your twitchy clit, you clenched your thighs between him and a grunt left his lips.

“Relax, pips.”

You moan in response and a loud ding brings you back to reality, you peer your eyes at the screen and your eyes widen in shock.

thebestartist sent $500: gotta do more than that ^^

“Yeah? What d’ya think?” Caleb leaned in, his hot breath ghosted over your skin, you mutter something incoherent under your breath and that just made Caleb chuckle.

His fingers curled inside you, a loud, broken moan left your lips and you grip onto the desk tighter. Caleb’s fingers slick out of you and he aligned himself against you.

You felt the feeling of his rough fabric play against your sensitive skin, he continued to grind himself against you, stimulating you in any way possible, and it clearly was working.

“Want it?”

“Y-Yes!” You gulped the lump that was creeping up your throat and Caleb nodded, pulling away and zipping his pants down, you glanced at the chat which was going crazy and also notice the unreasonable donations rolling in.

“Too much..” you mutter, catching your breath, but before you could finish what you were saying you felt Caleb’s hard, leaking tip slick inside your entrance.

“Wha-”

“Did you guys know she’s my coworker?” Caleb said, thrusting more inches deep inside you, you rolled your eyes back and plop your head against the desk when you felt him sink deeper and deeper inside you.

“I’m not—ngh sure if we hated each other, but we never g-got…fuck…”

Caleb grit his teeth and grabbed onto the sides of your body, ramming himself in you in an arrhythmic pattern, you felt your head bob back and forth, your moans started sounding ragged, broken, and real.

Caleb grinned as he lifted your hips, elevating you in a perfect angle so he could hit the perfect spots, and he did exactly that.

“But we never got along, r-right?”

You shook your head, not because you were disagreeing with what he said—well you completely forgot what he said—but because you realized you were already creeping close to release.

With the man you hated.

Well it wasn’t even hate anymore, was it? You didn’t expect Caleb to be hitting every right spot, making you feel this good.

“C-Caleb I’m ugh!”

Caleb only hummed in response, his large length stretched you out, sounds of him slicking in and out of you, and loud moans filled the room.

Your legs shake in pleasure and before you could warn Caleb that you were going to cum, you already felt the pleasure pooling out of you. A mocking chuckle escaped Caleb’s lips and he gulped at the sight.

“D-damn it…” he whimpered, glancing at the screen where the chat was going absolutely crazy and the donations were still stacking up by the second.

thecrow: nice.

imamfstarboy: U looks so pretty.

A groveling groan left Caleb's lips when he realized he was close, he muttered curses under his breath before leaning in and grabbing onto the mouse.

A loud clang of your bracelet hitting the table made you flinch and before you could ask what he was doing, Caleb pushed his full length inside you making you moan in shock, an expression he’s never seen before plastered all over your face and that caused a reaction out of Caleb.

“Y-you’re so beautifu—nghh” with a click of the mouse the stream ended and you pant heavily, catching your breath. Caleb was still trapped inside you, and you felt him slowly pull out of you, sounds of his and your slick drooled out of you and you plop on your knees when a small pop escaped out of you.

“Was that good?” Caleb chuckled, leaning in and planted small kisses across your face. You stare at him, the shock still sparked in your eyes and you couldn’t even bring yourself to say anything.

“Let’s get cleaned c’mon, baby.”

—

Both you and Caleb walked into work at the same time the next day. He stood close behind you, ghosting his hand along your back as he followed you in the office.

And immediately everybody; especially Zayne, noticed what was going on. Caleb chuckled and walked over to his cubicle and gave Zayne the files back.

“I can’t believe that faceless girl was her.” He laughed and slammed the files on the table, resting against the wall with crossed arms.

“Yeah… I checked out her stream last night and didn’t expect you to be there..” Zayne mumbled, his finger resting on his chin as he rubbed circular motions on it.

“Wait you were in the stream wha-“

“Time to pay back the thousands of dollars you gave her, Caleb. And also—”

Caleb only rolled his eyes in response and lifted himself off the wall, walking away from Zayne before he could hear more of his rambling.

“These are the wrong files.” Zayne mumbled.

part 3 of fly into your heart | caleb -> next work

[talaok]

How it was

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After Abby's attempt at Joel's life, he's in the hospital, and while you try to navigate through the difficult feelings having almost lost him bring up, his mind seems to be on a much different, inappropriate, thing.

Warnings: talk of Joel almost dying, mentions of blood. Smut| oral sex (m receiving), attempt at fingering (lol), talk of f receiving oral, and Joel's dirty mouth.

a/n: i haven't watched the new episode yet bc im tired of crying but what i can tell you for sure is that did not happen, my baby is fine and ellie has never been happier.

"Well good mornin' to me"

You were bent over the armchair tidying what had transformed into your bed for the past ten days when you heard him.

His raspy morning voice had you turning around with a smile.

You let go of the blanket in your hand as you walked closer to his bed.

The rising sun was filtering through the windows of the hospital, illuminating his upper body with a golden light.

His face was still bruised and swollen and they hadn't yet taken his stitches out.

A bittersweet feeling filled your heart every time you looked at him, every time he winced as he sat up, every time you watched him struggle to walk for more than ten steps... it hurt, and yet it filled you with joy.

He was alive- he'd come so very close, the closest he'd ever come to the end of it all, and he had survived- he was still here, with you.

"Good morning" you beamed, taking his hand in yours as you sat on his bed "How're you feeling?"

He smirked, but you felt him squeeze your hand tenderly "Would feel a lot better if you turned around and showed me that view again"

You could only roll your eyes, chuckling softly.

"Really baby, you feeling any pain? You need something?"

His lips formed a soft small smile as he brought your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss on it.

"'M great babygirl, dontcha worry"

You very much doubted he was great, but you nodded nonetheless.

He never wanted you to worry, which was silly, because there was nothing else you did these days besides worrying.

"Now c'mon, give me some sugar"

"Joel" you protested immediately "I don't wanna hurt you, let's at least wait to see what the nurse says about the stitches"

You talked as if your protests had ever been anything but futile, as if the moment he gave you those sweet puppy eyes and his honeyed voice called your name you weren't already leaning closer.

"I don't care if it kills me darlin', just give me a kiss"

You stopped dead in your tracks, your mouth an inch from his, your breathing one with his.

"don't joke about that"

You knew it was just a stupid joke. But nothing was really a joke anymore, not since you witnessed him being carried into Jackson unconscious, his bloody face beaten to a pulp, his body so close to being lifeless... you knew that image would haunt you for the rest of your life.

"'m sorry, doll" he apologized, his eyes looking into yours with all the care and love inside him "'m here" he promised, squeezing your hand.

You closed your eyes for a moment, holding back the tears threatening to spill.

"Don't scare me like that ever again"

Your tone was serious, matter of factly, because it all was true. You knew, with terrifying certainty, that if anything like that were to ever happen again, you wouldn't survive it.

"I won't" he murmured, your hand in his the only thing grounding you "I promise you, darlin'"

There were so many more things to say, so many things you had to talk about, so many feelings, fears, and hopes bubbling inside you, and yet all you could do at that very moment was press your lips to his, kissing the man you'd feared losing forever, just to lose yourself in him.

The kiss was sweet, soft, tender even.

You didn't wanna hurt him, his lips were still cut and his cheeks were still bruised.

But despite it all, the feeling of kissing him was exactly the same. If there was one thing that hadn't changed, it was the way he made everything else disappear, every hurt, scare, and sadness dissipated into thin air when his lips were on yours- when his stubble grazed your face, his hands held you, his scent hugged you tight...

It always became just you and him.

And then Joel groaned in pleasure, and in what you knew from experience to be frustration.

Your mouths were still connected, just as your hands, only his tongue was now sloppily tasting you deeper, as his other hand, his injured, tired hand, found your thigh, slowly traveling up and up until two of his fingers infiltrated between your thighs, rubbing your cunt through your jeans.

You couldn't help but huff a laugh.

There he was, bedridden and barely alive, and he was still trying to get in your pants... quite literally.

"Joel" you chuckled.

He didn't answer, instead, he only compelled his head to lean forward to deepen your kiss as his hands started fighting with the button holding your jeans together.

The angle was uncomfortable and he was very clearly struggling, but you just sighed into his mouth, silencing your amusement.

It took about a full minute for him to unbutton your pants, but once he finally did, he slid two of his fingers beneath the fabric as quickly as he could, which wasn't a lot given the position.

You obeyed his silent command to spread your legs, but even as his fingers reached your clothed slit, he couldn't do much more than try to caress your pussy.

"Baby" you murmured with a smile as he desperately tried to pleasure you "do you really think now's the time?"

"yeah," he breathed without missing a beat.

Just then his fingers drew higher and came in contact with your clit, making you stifle a soft moan.

But the jeans were too damn tight, and he really had no space to work with.

"take 'em off"

You couldn't help but grin.

He had not changed. Not one bit.

"Joel I can't exactly take my pants off in here right now"

He groaned, his big brown eyes pleading you.

"why not?"

You laughed as you took his wrist in your hand and started leading his fingers off of you, to which he protested with a frustrated noise deep in his chest.

"Because baby... not only is the door open" you said, glancing at it " but anyone could come in at any moment"

He groaned, his hand on your thigh now.

"That never stopped us before"

He earned himself a pointed glare with that one.

You weren't gonna be caught pantsless as your barely alive husband fingered you. No way in hell.

"Then put a sock on the handle or somethin'"

An amused snort left you at that.

"This is hospital baby, not a frathouse"

Those deep brown, expressive eyes of his were completely shadowed with lust- the man was desperate.

Ten days of no sex and he was already looking like a deprived, starved man... not to mention the fact that he had begun to touch you inappropriately on day two.

He almost died, and instead of wishing to watch the sun rise again or listen to birds chirp in the morning, all the man seemed to think of was pussy... yours specifically.

"please sugar"

Goddamn, those damned puppy eyes.

Those two words were all you needed before you got up and started towards the door.

You heard him groan behind you.

"You're gonna leave your man layin' here blueballed?"

You laughed softly as you closed the door, hoping to god that the nurses would get the hint and not come in.

You didn't answer, you just walked back to him, watching his eyes sparkle with excitement once you took the blanket off of him.

How the man still looked hot in a hospital gown was something that needed to be studied.

His left leg, where he'd been shot, was bandaged completely, while the naked right one showed off his hairy thighs, which made warmth spread low in your belly... yeah maybe you'd missed sex too.

Silently, your hand went to the skin that was covered by the very hem of his gown, slowly trailing up and up and up until you cupped his hardening manhood through his boxers.

"fuck" he breathed, struggling to prop himself further up on the bed to get a better view.

You raised your eyebrow, shooting him a look- the last thing you wanted was for him to hurt himself.

"You've got to listen to hear if anyone's coming and warn me if that's the case, ok?"

He nodded mindlessly, his sole focus on your hand stroking his dick.

"yeah- sure" he murmured, urgency and need straining his voice.

Yeah, you were fucked.

Nonetheless, you hiked his gown up and pulled his underwear down- his cock was hard as a rock and you hadn't even done anything more than put your hand on it.

You bent over, looking to the side at him as you slowly, oh so slowly, started kissing his tip.

He twitched in your hand as your tongue darted out to kitty lick him, precum leaking from him just in time for you to taste it.

You were looking at him with those godforsaken sexy eyes you'd get as you finally wrapped your mouth around him, and Joel... Joel was in another universe already.

He groaned, shifting his hips up with a painful grunt as you hummed around him, starting to bob your head as you fit more and more of him inside your mouth.

"Fuck me-" he couldn't help but moan "fuck that feels good darlin'"

He strained his neck as his head fell back against the cushions, his eyes shutting close as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

He was fisting the blanket so hard his knuckles were white as chalk, and his breathing was so erratic that he was half sure the doctors would run in at any moment because the monitor would pick up him having a heart attack.

"Jesus Christ" he groaned.

Your mouth felt better than anything on this earth at the moment. You were sucking him so tight and god but you had him so deep inside you.

"Just like that" he breathed, watching your eyes water as you forced almost all of him down your throat.

It had been four years and you still couldn't get all of him in- at this point you'd given up trying- He was just too damn big.

"so good for me sweetheart" he grunted, observing his cock go in and out of you "Such a good girl-fuck"

Your hand had found his balls, massaging them tenderly- which meant Joel was pretty much done for.

"Goddamnit-- I'm gonna- I-"

He erupted, filling your mouth with his spent before he could even finish the sentence- and you were more than happy to swallow it all up.

He was breathing heavily, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you smiled up at him, before tucking him back in his boxers and putting the blanket back on top of him.

All sounds from outside suddenly filled the room again, reminding you of where you were... and what you'd just done.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he asked, smiling as you reached his side again.

"beats me" you teased, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

He groaned from deep in his chest, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek.

"We still need to take care 'f ya darlin'"

"no, we don't" you immediately shook your head.

A side of his lips twisted into a smirk as he got an idea.

You didn't wanna take off your pants, and it's not like he could much to change position given his state, so that meant only one thing...

"Sit on my face"

And yes that idea made you hornier than you already fucking were, but unlike your husband, you still had some sense of decency left in you.

"I'm scared to hurt you when I kiss you and you think I'm gonna sit on your face?"

He looked at you for a moment, trying to figure out if there was any way he could convince you- unfortunately, the results came back negative.

"A man can dream" he sighed as he guided you down for another kiss.

"Let me get a taste at least"

Your lips parted in stunner- he really was desperate today.

"Jesus baby" you huffed, your mouth betraying you with a smile "H-how am I even supposed to do that, you really shouldn't force your hands to struggle too much, it could be bad for-"

His eyes sparked with mischief as he murmured "There ain't nothing wrong with yours though, ain't that right sugar?"

Heat crept up your face as you understood, but seeing the unadulterated need in his iris, the strain in his voice as he whispered 'Just a taste'... in seconds your own hand was in your panties.

"This is dirty..." you murmured, eyeing the door as your fingers delved between your folds, gathering up your slick.

"we've done worse" he breathed, his eyes only on what was happening beneath your jeans.

The worst part was that you actually had.

You swallowed thickly as you pulled your hand out of your pants, guiding your glistening fingers to Joel's mouth.

He wasted no time opening his lips, sucking greedily on your digits, a groan rumbling from deep in his throat at the taste.

You bit your lip, watching the scene unfold as you pressed your thighs together to relieve some of the burning pressure.

He would have probably gone on for god knows how long if you hadn't pulled your fingers out of his mouth.

His cock was hard again and he was goddamn tired of being in this hospital bed.

He wanted to go back to his old life. To his house, his wife, his daughter.

He wanted to get back to waking you up in the morning with his tongue between your thighs- not... this.

So he brought your head down, guiding you for yet another kiss that overflowed with all the hopes and dreams he had about it all going back to how it was.

"fuck me-" he groaned in between desperate kisses "I miss our life- I miss... shit babygirl, I your pussy"

You laughed softly into his mouth before leaning away, a devious spark in your eyes.

"Tell you what...I'll wear a skirt tomorrow" you murmured, ghosting his lips "and I think the weather might be a bit too hot for panties"

The groan he let out at that caused a nurse to worriedly rush in.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

cw - stepcest, stepdad!toji x fem!reader, nsfw, mdni

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stepdad!toji who is pretty sure his dick is going to fall off if he didn’t sink it into someone soon, preferably his favorite little bartender who happens to live in his house now.

stepdad!toji who isn’t sure why he and his wife are trying to keep up a facade about their marriage. she wants people to believe it’s for love when it’s never been about that.

when she tries to seduce stepdad!toji with casual sex, he get up and leaves the bedroom, opting to sleep on the couch.

how could stepdad!toji want to have sex with his wife when her daughter is sleeping just a room down?

stepdad!toji who’s pretty sure he’s home alone. his wife is working. megumi is working, and you’re unfortunately working.

the only reason stepdad!toji isn’t at the bar right now with you is because he’s strapped for cash right now. adding two extra mouths to feed, even if you and your mom both work, hasn’t been the most frugal decision. he needs a hit.

a frustrated groan leaves stepdad!toji’s lips. he’s stressed, and his dick is painfully straining the grey fabric of his sweatpants. he’s not wearing any underwear, so the full outline of his dick is visible.

stepdad!toji who pulls out his phone and begins searching for porn videos. he types in your features, needing to get off to the closest thing he can to you.

stepdad!toji pulls down his sweatpants slightly, just enough for his fat cock to slap against his stomach. his tip is an angry, neglected shade of red, and it’s already drooling precum onto his shirt.

stepdad!toji settles into the couch, clicks on the video where the actress resembles you just enough to keep his attention, and he wraps his hand around his cock with a low hiss.

stepdad!toji who starts off slow. he imagines that he needs to be gentle with you. you’re a cute thing that he doesn’t want to ruin right off the bat. he imagines stretching out your pretty cunt, watching it slowly swallow him inch by inch while you whine and cry for him.

stepdad!toji who tilts his head back, only needing the porn video for audio assistance. his imagination is all he needs.

stepdad!toji begins to rut into his fist, picturing that he’s giving you your first dick down from a real man.

stepdad!toji doesn’t hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, but he definitely hears the little gasp. he groans. that’s exactly what you’d sound like when he’s hilted himself in your warm gooey cunt.

“t-toji..?”

stepdad!toji who nearly has a heart attack again because of you. he jolts slightly, covering himself in record timing, but the lewd moans continue sounding from his phone.

“jesus. do you have a death wish, girl?”

stepdad!toji who feels his cock throb when he looks at his stepdaughter, and the small part of him who still has some morals dies on the spot.

“why are you doing that in the living room..?”

“because i pay the goddamn bills in this house. i’ll beat my dick in any room in the house i pay for.”

stepdad!toji feels guilty immediately after snapping at you, but he fucking hates being caught off guard, especially while he was getting close to the relief he needs.

stepdad!toji who sees your eyes wander down to his dick standing up in his pants. his lips curl into a cocky smirk, and pride fills his chest instead. you’re curious about him, even while he’s your stepdad.

stepdad!toji pulls his sweatpants back down, allowing his dick to immediately spring free again. his hand resumes languidly pumping his length. “ya can either sit ‘n watch, or you can go back up to your room. i ain’t stopping.”

returning his attention back to his porn video, stepdad!toji feels a twinge of disappointment when he hears shuffling. he’s sure you went back upstairs to hide out in your room.

that’s until stepdad!toji sees his stepdaughter sitting on her knees in front of the couch.

locking his phone and practically throwing it aside, stepdad!toji rests his eyes on you, his real muse. he slings one of his arms behind his head as he takes on a more relaxed position.

“you curious, doll?”

his hand makes slick sounds from the amount of pre-cum oozing from his tip. he feels like a virgin teenager again.

“i vaguely remember a promise to be ruined the next time you saw me.”

stepdad!toji clicks his tongue, and he angles his dick towards your face, jerking off toward you.

“naughty girl. i bet you’d like that, huh? want me to split you open on my cock right here?”

stepdad!toji nearly blows his load right there as he watches you squirm a little, clenching your thighs together tightly. his words are clearly affecting you.

stepdad!toji, emboldened decides to buck his hips forward. his cock bumps against your lips, smearing his clear sticky fluid across your pretty lips.

“fuuuck, what a fuckin’ sight. marked up in my cum, just like you should be.”

stepdad!toji who sits up now and uses his hand to grab the top of your hair. his fingers tighten around the strands holding you in place.

“gotta be a good girl if you want me to give ya what you want. open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

stepdad!toji who’s surprised that you don’t even try to deny him. you do as you’re told, giving him a small “ahhh~”

stepdad!toji who can’t hold back any longer. his orgasm takes over by surprise, causing his dick to jerk and pulse. thick ribbons of cum hit your face one by one, primally marking you as his.

stepdad!toji’s hand releases your hair, and he pets your head dotingly. “look at you. such a good girl.”

when stepdad!toji gets up to get a towel to clean you up, he asks why you’re not at work.

“oh, i started my period and didn’t have the energy to get up out of my bed.”

stepdad!toji who doesn’t flinch even flinch from the word period. he’s a grown man who’s comfortable with whatever the human body does.

however, when you told stepbrother!megumi that you started your period and felt like you were dying this morning, he went a little pale in the face. he did offer to get you whatever you needed, but he was clearly a bit scared.

“ya feeling alright now, doll?” he asks, gently dragging the towel against your face to clean you up. “you know, i got something that will help those cramps for ya.”

you roll your eyes, but stepdad!toji continues to grin down at you. his thumb caresses the side of your face as his eyes stay on you. his pupils dilate ever so slightly.

“alright, c’mon. sit with your old man. i won’t try anything unless ya ask me to.”

stepdad!toji who cradles you on his lap for the rest of the day, rubbing your tummy, and watching movies in the living room.

stepdad!toji who feels like things are okay for once in his life.

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @airandyeah @iamrgo @kentoslvr @just-lilita @dumbmi

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . STEPBROTHER!CHRIS STEALS YOUR PANTIES AFTER WATCHING STEPBROTHER!MATT SHOVE THEM IN YOUR MOUTH

WARNINGS : SMUT. VOYEURISM. PNV. PANTIE STEALING. CHRIS USES THEM TO GET OFF.

chris never meant for himself to get so addicted to watching the way you looked when matt fucked you—or when you were alone in your room, touching yourself with your door left cracked like you didn’t have a care in the world.

he couldn’t help himself when he walked past your bedroom door, the light spilling out into the dim hallway from the crack in your door. you didn’t close it all the way.

he stood near the door, leaning up against the frame as his eyes watched what was happening. he could see you—face pressed into your mattress with your hands tied behind your back. matt was behind you, keeping your legs spread wide open for him, your skirt bunched up around your waist.

chris could see the white laced panties you had on—the sight of them making his cock stir in his pants. he watched as one of matts hands came up to grab at your hair, tugging your head back as his other reached for the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your body.

“c’mon, open your mouth baby.” he heard matt whisper, seeing the way you immediately opened your mouth for him. matt took the soaked fabric and shoved it between your lips, telling you to bite down on it. you whimpered around them, your eyes fluttering shut.

chris exhaled at the sight, pressing closer to the crack in the door. his hand wandered down, palming himself through the fabric of his sweats as he watched matt push his cock between your folds—one hand in your hair and the other gripping your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

your moans we’re filthy—the sound dulled by the fabric shoved in your mouth. chris’ free hand gripped the door frame to keep himself steady. his mind was already spiraling, already imagining how those panties would feel clenched in his fist and wrapped around his cock.

chris stood there for a long while, watching you get ruined by his brothers cock—but soon enough he backed away before he could be caught. just like he always did. he couldn’t risk staying, even if he wanted to.

he didn’t sleep much that night.

the next day, your panties we’re gone. you probably assumed matt kept them after pulling them from your wet mouth, the fabric absolutely soaked with your spit. some little trophy he liked to hold onto.

but no.

they were under chris’ pillow. he had waited until everyone was gone to sneak into your room—finding them thrown carelessly into your laundry basket. he picked them up gently, and snuck out of your room quickly.

and now it was late at night. his bedroom door closed and locked—keeping himself secluded from everyone else as he pulled them out from under his pillow slowly. The fabric was warm from being hidden for so long, still damp with your spit.

chris sank back into his bed, lifting his hips quickly as his fingers hooked into the band of his sweats and boxers, tugging them down, and wrapping the panties around his cock. he couldn’t wait any longer—he needed this.

“fuck.” he hissed, his hand tugging on his cock slowly, watching the way the fabric collected the pre-cum leaking from his sensitive tip. they became slick and warm against his skin as he thought about how matt had shoved them in your mouth, how you moaned and drooled around them.

his hips jerked up into his fist as he dug his thumb into his tip, the fabric of your panties making him feel everything so much more. “oh—fuck—“ he moaned, his head tipping back against the headboard as his hand moved faster now, your panties bunched tightly in his grip.

images of you flashed behind his eyes, all the times he’s caught you and his brother doing things you shouldn’t be doing—wishing he could have a turn at some point instead, but he wouldn’t.

his hips continued to buck, fucking his cock faster into his fist, he looked down and noticed the tiny pink bow decorating the front of the panties as it moved against him. watching the way he soaked your panties with him. the sight made his muscles tense, his balls drawing right as he came suddenly with a low groan, teeth digging into his bottom lip—biting to stay quiet.

he watched as his cum oozed through in hot, thick ropes—soaking through your panties and coating it. his breathing was heavy, small whimpers slipping out as he kept tugging his cock through his orgasm. it wasn’t until he was borderline overstimulated when his hand finally stopped, pulling the now wet fabric away from his spent cock.

he sat there breathless, chest heaving slightly as he took your panties and threw them into the corner of his room, still covered in his cum.

he definitely wasn’t going to give those back to you anytime soon.

a/n : guys this was so hot to write

[spaceyaemonds]

pairing: dr. jack abbot x reader

sum.: you see your mother face to face for the first time in years, and it starts with a rocky conversation.

warnings: age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 23), unplanned pregnancy, this is very much centered around reader and her mom (jack is only mentioned in this part), mentions of a difficult mother/daughter relationship, and angst due to that, i think that’s it?? minors DNI.

notes: i have still been struggling with a bit of writies block for this series :( so i am sorry if this is not the best. i also couldn’t quite get the flow right for this part. initially, jack and reader met with her mom, and then met with jacks mom (and his sister showed up) but as i was rereading it and trying to wrap it up today, i felt like it didn’t make a lot of sense, so decided to split part 7 up where it’s reader and her mom, jack and his mom, then them both with readers mom, and then with jacks mom. also, i really projected my own issues with my mom here, so if it feels like the relationship makes no sense that may be why💀 i hope you guys aren’t too disappointed with this! unedited. and as always, any feedback is extremely appreciated, it helps keep me motivated. especially reblogs/comments/asks!

wc: 1.3k (ish)

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You and Jack both decided it would probably be best for you to speak with your mother on your own for the initial conversation. You, knowing your mother and all the snide remarks she’ll be giving, and him, taking your word for it that this is the best way to go about it.

So, after taking an entire day off of work to prepare for her coming, your apartment was spotless and a nice lunch had been made.

Every so often, you feel your girl kick at you from the confines of your womb.

You feel your heart rate pick up at the knock that sounds throughout the apartment.

“Okay, bug, let’s get this over with.” You mumble as you rub a hand over your stomach.

When you open the door, you force your eyes not to roll back into your head when she immediately pulls you into her embrace.

“Oh, baby,” She mumbles as she kisses the side of your head repeatedly.

“Hi mom,” You awkwardly rub her back.

When she finally pulls away, she keeps her hands on your shoulders as she looks you over.

She glances between you and your stomach twice, “Oh, wow.”

There it is. You scoff lightly before opening the door a little more to let her in.

Once the two of you are sitting at your dining table, you check your phone for any updates from Jack on how his conversation with his own mother is going.

Your mom huffs in annoyance, “You haven’t seen your mother in almost three years, and the first thing you do is get on your phone?”

You nearly laugh, but hold it back, “And whose fault is that? You came up with nearly any excuse you could to not come here for graduation last year.”

She narrows her eyes at you, and for a moment you feel sixteen again, but you hold her eyes.

“Well, then I’ll just say what I feel should be said then,”

“Oh, let’s hear it then,” You mumble out sarcastically.

“I think you should move home to raise the baby, with my help.”

Now you do laugh, “I’m sorry, what?”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “Baby, what exactly do you think is going to happen here?”

You open your mouth to speak, but she continues, “A man old enough to be your father got you pregnant. And sure, he’s here now. But what happens when she’s born, huh? And he decides he doesn’t want to be a father? Or worse, tries to take her from you?”

Tears well up in your eyes before you can even stop them, “This is why you came? To lecture me about my life and then force me to come home with you?”

To her credit, her eye’s soften slightly, “No, baby, I’m just worried. This is a big deal.”

“You don’t even know him! All you do when I see you is try to dictate my life.”

She looks taken aback, “Now-“

“No, it’s true. You resent me for one reason or another for not turning out exactly like you wanted me too,”

“I wanted a better life for you then the one I had! Is that a crime?”

You scoff, “You hated me!”

Her mouth drops slightly, “I could never hate you. You are my child,”

She lets out a shaky breath, “Life was hard for us sometimes, and you didn’t make it any easier on me. I never hated you. I wanted the absolute best for you, that is still all I want for you.”

“Then don’t come here trying to sweep me away or convince me that the father of my baby is going to try to take her from me!” You grit the last part out, because no matter how hard you try to deny it, it’s still a very real fear for you.

She looks at you, frown ever present, “I am sorry if it seems like that’s all I came here to do. It wasn’t my intention, even if that’s what I think is for the best.”

You just shrug, not having anything else to say to her.

The two of you sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes before you get up and plate the salads you made for lunch.

You eat in silence before she finally speaks up again, “Well, tell me all about it.”

You glance up, brow furrowed, “About what?”

“The baby. Her dad. Your life. Everything.” She has a smile on her face that transports you back to being ten years old, when she was your best friend and made you feel so loved and so invincible.

She must sense your distrust, because her face falls slightly.

“It’s a girl, I think I mentioned it, but if I didn’t. She’s a girl,” You smile when you talk about her.

You tell your mom names you’ve picked out, the types of food you're craving, which she tells you when you mention cravings similar to the ones that she had.

You tell her about work and your friends. She smiles, and though you know her, know that she doesn’t love you living in Pittsburgh and the path you’ve chosen, you can tell she is happy for you.

“And how did you meet Jack?” Your mom asks casually as she takes a sip of water.

You wince, “Um, a bar?”

She coughs, face turning red, “Was this a one night stand?”

You wince again. You’d kept the details out initially. Just telling her that you’d met a guy and gotten pregnant but you were trying to still get to know each other. Which wasn’t a lie.

“I mean, I guess you could call it that?”

Your face heats up under the judgemental look in her eyes, and it causes you to shrink in on yourself.

She stares at you a moment longer, eyes glancing down at your stomach and lingering, “Is he good to you?”

You look at her, a soft smile taking over your face as you talk about him, “Yeah. I mean he’s busy a lot, but he’s always here when I need him. Goes to the store to get snacks in the middle of the night and wakes up with me if I get sick.”

Your eyes get distant as your hand rubs your stomach, “He’s changed his whole life for her, for me, and I know it isn’t conventional or anything. And he and I are doing this all backwards but,”

You trail off, eyes focusing back on her, “I think this is a really good thing. Scary, like really scary, but I think it will turn out really good.”

She reaches across the table to grab one of your hands, “I know you’re an adult who can make her own decisions, and I know there is no one harder on you than me. Trust me when I say I know that,”

To your surprise, she lets out a shaky breath and tears start to fill her eyes, “I know this is the time in your life for me to let you do what you think is best but I just can’t help but still want to keep you safe, safe with me.”

You haven’t felt the way you feel right now in almost a decade. Your relationship turned sour and complicated around the time you started high school. She was tough, and though you don’t have any ill feelings in your heart over it, she was jealous of the life you had when hers was so hard.

Moving for college mended some of that, but not all of it, and the resentment still lingered, however small, even some today.

But hearing that? It’s either your inner child begging for her mom again, or the hormones from growing your own, but it makes your chest feel heavy.

You squeeze her hand twice, against your better judgement.

[queeranarchism]

This weekend 100.000+ people in the Netherlands marched for Gaza. It was the biggest protest in the country in 2 decades. A lot of people there had never protested before in their life.

And I saw SO MANY condescending posts about how this was too little, too late, too performative and they should be boycotting, and they should be doing direct action and they should be...

THEY'RE HERE! However long it took them, they are here. Welcome them! Congratulate them! They did their first thing! That's great! If you don't immediately make them feel shitty, you might actually be able to introduce them to stuff like boycotting and more. But you gotta not be a hostile bitter jerk about it.

And like, yes, a part of those 100.000 will never do a single thing for Gaza again. I know that. But you can be bitter about that after it happened. Right now, while they're here, you gotta make them feel like protesting is something that they're gonna wanna do more of.

Tragic. Tumblr user made a good point but was unnecessarily condescending about it. Will not be reblogging

[snottyped]

Hi! Could you do a story about an incubus coming home after a fight, tired and hungry, and he turns to his roommate or friend for help?

You asked for longer story ideas so if you want that you could start it earlier, show both the sexual tension between characters and his growing stress, and also have some comfort with pov patching up his injuries from the fight.

I would prefer gender/sex neutral reader but whatever you want is fine! I also specifically like when it's just, a world with demons and humans casually, and it's not a whole Thing.

For the sex I think emphasizing the hunger would be really hot. Rough, possessive, pushing the bottom to come again and again...

I know this is a lot, ofc take your liberties, thank you very much!

- @zeal-kitten 🩷

console me

incubus x gn!reader nsfw

The door slams open with a heavy thud. The apartment is barely illuminated by the soft, amber glow of the streetlights outside. A gust of cool air carries the faint scent of fresh rain, but it’s soon replaced by the unmistakable scent of blood, sweat, and frustration.

Dren stumbles inside, breathing heavy, his leather jacket torn in places, his dark eyes wild and burning with unspent rage. His jaw is clenched tight, and his fists are bloody, knuckles swollen from the fight he’d barely managed to escape.

You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear him.

You don’t even need to look up to know it’s him—his energy is electric, charged with the kind of raw intensity that always makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Still, you can’t help the small jolt of concern that shoots through you when you finally glance up and see him.

“Shit,” you mutter, pushing yourself up from the couch. “What happened?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. His gaze sweeps over you, his eyes dark with something dangerous and primal. It takes a moment for his anger to shift into something else—a different kind of hunger, one that makes your pulse spike in response. His lips curl into a smirk, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I lost,” he growls, his voice rough, like sandpaper. “But I’m not here for a lecture.”

Your stomach churns with unease. He’s clearly exhausted.

You approach him cautiously, eyes scanning over his injuries. His shirt is ripped in places, revealing deep, red scratches along his chest, bruises already forming on his neck and arms. Blood drips from his knuckles, and there’s a faint tremble in his posture that he tries to hide.

“Let me help you,” you say softly, your hands instinctively reaching for him.

His lips curl into something darker, predatory. “You want to help me?” His voice drops lower, becoming something almost coaxing. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“Please,” you say, voice almost a whisper. “Just let me clean you up. You’re bleeding.”

The incubus lets out a soft chuckle, a low, almost bitter sound. “You’re too kind,”

he murmurs, letting you gently pull him toward the couch. His body feels cold under your touch, as if his wounds have drained more than just his physical strength. You sit him down, kneeling beside him as you carefully start to inspect the cuts and bruises on his chest.

You’re focused, trying to distract yourself from the way your heart races and the strange pull you feel in your veins. He doesn’t make it easy, though, his scent filling the air, a heady mix of dark spice and something darker. Something dangerous. You can feel his presence pressing down on you, almost like he’s consuming the space around you.

You keep your hands steady, though, carefully wiping away the blood with a cloth, tending to each injury. But there’s something unsettling in the way he watches you—his gaze is fixed on you, hungry and intense, his breath shallow. As you work, you feel a sharp tug of desire snake through your veins. You try to ignore it, focusing on his injuries, but it’s hard when he’s so close, his body radiating an unnatural heat.

“I’m fine,” he finally murmurs after a long, heavy silence. “I’ve had worse.”

You don’t respond, though. You can’t. There’s something in his voice that’s off. His confidence is slipping, his usual arrogance replaced with a desperate hunger. You glance up at him, your fingers still gently tending to his wounds, and you catch the way his eyes flicker between your face and your hands.

“Dren,” you breathe, reaching for him.

“Don’t.” His voice is low, ragged. “Don’t touch me unless you mean it.”

You freeze. That tone—it’s not a warning. It’s desperation in a thin disguise. His pupils are blown wide, almost swallowing the faint red ring of his irises. There’s a tremble in his fingers. Not fear. Need.

“I don’t need patching. I need to fuck.”

Your breath catches.

You’ve lived with Dren long enough to know his kind doesn’t “just” have sex. For an incubus, it’s survival. Sustenance. But he’s never come to you for that. Always respectful, always distant in that maddening way. The tension between you a slow-burning thing, drawn tight over shared meals and sleepless nights, banter edged with something hungrier beneath. You’ve seen him bring others home, watched with a jealousy you didn’t dare name.

But now he’s looking at you like he’ll starve if you say no.

You don’t.

“I’m not a snack,” you say, steady, stepping forward. “If you’re going to take from me, you do it right.”

That’s all he needs.

He’s on you in a blink—pinned against the wall, mouth crushing yours in a kiss that’s more teeth than tongue. The taste of blood, salt and heat, fills your mouth. His hands are everywhere—desperate, greedy, trembling with restraint and breaking past it all the same.

You gasp into him, and he swallows it whole.

“Tell me to stop,” he growls into your neck. “Say it now.”

Instead, you slide your hands under his ruined shirt, feel the ridges of muscle beneath torn flesh. “I said do it right,” you whisper. “Feed.”

He groans like it hurts.

When he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his waist instinctively. He carries you through the apartment like nothing weighs him down. Not your body, not the exhaustion, not the gnawing ache burning through him like wildfire. He needs. That’s all there is.

The bedroom door slams. You land on the bed with a bounce and a gasp—he's already on you, ripping away clothes like they offend him, like they keep him from what he craves.

"You don't know what you're offering," he pants, dragging his mouth down your throat. "It's not just sex, not for me. It's you. It's coming until you can't remember your name. It's needing more even when you're begging me to stop."

"Good," you whisper, already aching.

He freezes.

And then he growls—low, hungry, dark as thunder. “Fuck. You’ll break me.”

The first time he thrusts into you, it’s rough—desperate, unrelenting. You cry out, body arching into his, every nerve alight. He moves like he’s starved, like he’s been holding back forever and the dam has finally burst. You can feel him feeding—not just the way his cock pulses inside you, but how your pleasure floods into him, recharging every part of him. He groans against your skin like your moans are better than food, better than air.

“You’re so fucking good,” he snarls. “So full of light, and it’s all mine.”

He’s not gentle. Not tonight. He fucks you through the mattress, hands fisting in the sheets, mouth everywhere—biting, kissing, tasting. Every time you start to fall, he drags you back, forces you over again. Again. Again.

“Dren—” You’re not sure if it’s a plea or praise.

“Don’t stop. Give it to me. All of it.”

Your body burns, stretched too tight, nerves sparking until you don’t even know if you’re crying or laughing or begging. He takes everything, and still you offer more.

By the fourth climax, your voice is gone. By the fifth, you’re only sobbing into his chest, trembling in his arms. He holds you close now, rocking into you slower, gentler—but still deep, still needy.

“Still with me?” he murmurs, voice cracking with something close to awe.

You nod, unable to speak.

He kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, your mouth—soft now, reverent. “You’re unbelievable. You didn’t just feed me, you healed me.”

You glance down at his chest. The wounds are closing already. Your body still aches, but his power wraps around you now—soothing, warm, sated.

And finally, finally, he collapses beside you, pulling you into the crook of his arm, holding you like a treasure.

“…Don’t think this changes anything,” you murmur sleepily.

He chuckles, low and wrecked. “It changes everything.”

And for once, you let it.

You wake with his hand curled around your thigh.

The room is dim, the sheets tangled. Your body hums with soreness in the best way. He hasn’t moved far—still there, still wrapped around you like he doesn’t quite believe you’re real. His breath is warm against your neck. But beneath the calm, you can feel it again.

His hunger. Not the starving edge from before.

This is something else.

“You’re not done,” you murmur without opening your eyes.

“No,” he whispers, voice like gravel soaked in honey. “But I’m going to take my time this time.”

You open your eyes to find him watching you—his gaze softened but still blazing. Not the same frantic need. This is devotion. Worship. Obsession.

“I should let you rest,” he says, brushing your hair back. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you looked when you came for me. How you gave yourself so easily. I can’t—” He swallows hard. “I’ve never had anyone like you.”

You reach up, touch his jaw. “Then don’t be careful.”

That’s all he needs.

He kisses you like a man drowning—pressing you into the mattress with the weight of his body, his need. But there’s reverence now in the way he touches you. Still rough—his fingers dig into your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear—but he slows down just enough to see you. Every arch of your back, every gasp, every plea.

When he pushes inside again, it’s deep. Slow. A grind that makes your toes curl, his forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling.

“I want to own this,” he groans. “Want to make you feel so good you forget anyone else ever touched you.”

“You already have,” you whisper, rocking up to meet him.

He growls low in his throat and starts to move faster. The pace builds again—rough, bruising, his mouth all over your skin, marking you with teeth and tongue and whispered filth.

“So perfect,” he pants. “So fucking mine.”

You cry out as he rolls you over, dragging your hips back. He takes you from behind this time, one hand gripping your throat, the other sneaking down between your thighs.

“Come for me again,” he commands, voice velvet-wrapped steel. “I want to feel it. Want to drink you down.”

You’re already right there, everything too much and not enough.

When you come, it’s like fire—tight and sharp, clenching around him. He curses and pounds into you harder, chasing his own release, but never once letting you fall away from his grasp.

When he follows you over the edge, it’s with your name on his lips—gasped, broken, raw. Not just sex. Not just hunger.

Worship.

Later, he holds you in the aftermath, arms wrapped tight like he’s trying to anchor himself. You run your fingers over his skin, over faint scars and healing wounds.

“You okay?” you ask quietly.

His eyes are closed, but there’s a faint smile on his lips. “I’ve never been fed like this. Not just flesh. You gave me... everything.”

You trace circles on his chest. “You can have it. Just don’t break me.”

He opens his eyes—glowing faintly in the dark.

“Never.”

And when he kisses you again—slow, deep, gentle—it’s not about hunger at all.

It’s about you.

[starkeyvhs]

enviers goin’ to envy

PAIRING: best-friend’s brother!rafe x fwb!fem!reader

SUMMARY: envy gets the best of you when you hear about rafe and a new girl. 

WORD COUNT: 1132

WARNINGS: suggestive content; casually dominant rafe; mentions of sex; light swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: I haven’t written in god knows how long, and even though university was a major contributor, my country’s current status contributed just as enough, if not more. I’m extremely relieved to say that things have simmered down quite a bit, but nothing is certain so I don’t want to get my hopes up. I hope that anyone else who lives near the borders is safe and sound <3

Besides this, I’m really glad I was able to write something after so long! I was watching cmbyn for the very first time, and the reference is right in the first line. When I heard that line, trust, I immediately opened my doc and started writing this piece without even seeing what happened next in the movie :p so yeah! I hope you like reading this 💞💞 feedback is always highly appreciated xx

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“We almost had sex last night… Eliza and me,”

Well, that caught your attention just as he had intended. 

You lifted your head up from your plate to catch a glance of Rafe from the corner of your eye, and you saw how he was just busy eating, his gaze on his plate, but you could see it: the hink of a smirk on his face. 

There were multiple things going on in your head. The thought on the forefront was what kind of topic this was to bring up on the dinner table? And why was everyone acting so unfazed? Was his sex life a regular dinner topic at their house?

But, besides this extraordinarily loud thought, the other thoughts mainly revolved around two names, which also somehow became the main characters of your life; an entirely unintentional move from your side. 

Rafe Cameron and Eliza Cooper. 

“Wow, sounds interesting,” Sarah rolled her eyes from next to you, going back to eating her greens. You could feel Rafe’s gaze on Sarah and you, so you made sure to not lift your head up even once from your plate.

“Oh trust me, it was more than interesting,” he said, and his pride was dripping from every word rolling off his tongue. 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but no one cares Rafe,” Sarah snapped back, and you mentally thanked your best friend from stopping whatever seizure Rafe’s probable next words would’ve given you. 

“Oh please, everyone’s interested enough,” and Rafe’s gaze was set on you. You could feel his eyes practically seeing through you – all your thoughts and emotions, and exactly just what his words were making you feel. 

You didn’t know what this complex bundle of emotions was inside you, yet you felt Rafe knew exactly what it was. 

“It was at Topper’s party yesterday, we found ourselves in a nice bedroom, things were going absolutely great. I could tell, she really, really wanted me,” 

Wow. Now he was just being straight up evil. 

“Rafe, son, as eclectic as this conversation is, I’d prefer it if it doesn’t happen on the dinner table yeah?” Ward spoke up, and that shut Rafe up the way you had wanted since that mouth of his had opened. 

Everyone fell quiet, the only sound being of forks and knives scraping across the ceramic plates. 

“I think I’m going to ask Eliza to be my girlfriend–”

“I need to go to the bathroom.” 

Your words were quick, cutting smoothly across Rafe’s voice as you immediately stood up from your chair. Everyone looked at you, and you just knew everyone could see how the color had practically drained from your face. 

“You okay sweetie? You look a little… pale there,” Rose said softly. You looked down and you saw how tightly you were gripping the fork in your hand. You let go of it and kept it in your unfinished plate with a light clatter. 

“I’m fine, just- just need to use the washroom,” you muttered, and left the dining table. You could feel everyone’s gaze on you as you left, but Rafe’s– Rafe’s gaze just felt like a laser beam. 

You were quick to enter Sarah’s bathroom, where you stood in front of the mirror, and looked at yourself. 

Eliza? His girlfriend? Was he fucking serious? 

You knew what it was: just a random girl he met, something to make you feel extremely jealous when you broke off your deal with him. 

You thought you could stay away from him. 

Yeah, yeah you could. 

You could 100% stay away from the insanely sexy brother of your best friend, who you had a crush on for as long as you remember. 

What a clown.

That’s what you thought you looked like when you looked at your reflection in the mirror. With shaky hands, you turned the tap on and splashed cold water on your face, as if that water could wash away all the thoughts from your mind. 

Only if it was that easy. 

With your head ducked down, you began to wipe your face off with a towel. 

But as you lifted your face up to look at yourself in the mirror, you realised you were no longer alone. 

“Rafe–” 

Your words got cut off when Rafe’s palms pressed into your sides, the warmth of his chest spreading through your back. 

“Shh,” he hushed quietly, his chin resting in the crook of your shoulder. His arms wrapped firm around your waist and he pulled you into him, the action causing your breath to get hitched in your throat. 

“My girl got so jealous, didn’t she?” Rafe murmured, his lips pressing to the shell of your ear. 

The way he was holding you, the way his chest was pressed right up to your back, and the way his voice was travelling through your ear; you knew you were turning into a mush. 

A mush only Rafe Cameron could make of you. 

When you didn’t respond with anything, Rafe chuckled softly, beginning to press the most gentle kisses to the skin behind your ear. 

“Hm, I know you were,” he whispered, kissing a trail down to the side of your neck. Your body wasn’t under your control anymore, with the way your breathing picked up pace and you leaned your head to the side to give him space. 

“And you know what?” He whispered further, now kissing in the crook of your neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot that made you gasp softly, “that was exactly what I wanted. To see my girl jealous. Now I know she wants me.”

Rafe’s hands were swift to turn you around, so that you were facing him. Your back pressed into the sink behind you, and you were efficiently trapped between the cold sink and Rafe’s warm body. 

He could see you were avoiding eye contact, so a finger came right under your chin to direct your gaze back at him. 

“Am I wrong?” He whispered, his other hand exercising a firm grip on your waist to keep you in place. 

You shook your head, your lips parted just slightly as short breaths escaped them. 

“Good girl,” he murmured softly, and god that praise did something to you. 

And just as you thought Rafe would do something to help with the ache of pure need that lit up every nerve of your body, he let go of you and stepped back. 

“It’s rude to leave your dinner unfinished,” he said, his hand already on the doorknob to open the bathroom door. “Be there in two, yeah?” 

And with that, he left. 

Now, if it would’ve been any other man commanding you this way, you wouldn’t have tolerated it for even a second. 

But this wasn’t any other man. 

This was Rafe.

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[ralabbit]

Gen ai plays a role in this too because people don't want to do things themselves or learn how to do things. And obviously this comes from systemic issues (wooo capitalism), but I do think this is something people should talk more about when arguing against AI.

Yes it's bad for the environment and it creates some really messed up looking artwork and it's really just a glorified plagiarism generator that has stolen from millions of people if not billions. But it also plays right into all the billionaires' and politicians' hands. If you don't know how to write an essay, you can't fight back. You don't know how to argue! You're limited to the sanitized takes a machine they created can express. And if there's a machine that can do things so much easier and more convenient people don't feel the need to learn how to do things themselves.

And people are exhausted after all. They have to work really hard to be able to afford rent or basic necessities. So I get it. The popularity of AI isn't their fault.

But there's a reason why these billionaires who have more money they can ever need love ai so much, you know?

It's not about the end result when you do something yourself. It's about the skills that you learn in the process. Skills that allow you to think critically, research, craft a coherent argument, express an idea in an artistic way or in a way that will appeal to others so that they are more engaged with your message. But most importantly, it creates a sense of confidence. Whenever you do something yourself, you're teaching yourself that you CAN do it yourself. You don't NEED the ai to do it for you. You're capable.

The current generation of adults is pretty split. A lot of people are very pro-AI or anti-intellectual in other ways. But we have a lot of people who think it's ridiculous and who are actively fighting back. I worry more about the kids currently in school. With such a reliance on programs like chatgpt, I feel like a lot of people aren't really training skills that are generally supposed to be learned before reaching adulthood* and I think it's creating a generation that's going to be more susceptible to propaganda than ever before.

But more importantly is the confidence issue. There are kids out there who under normal circumstances would have picked up a pencil and started teaching themselves how to draw, for example. But the world is currently very hostile to beginners and so they lack confidence, and in their eyes, there's a button that can immediately create "good art". So they press the button. They don't learn how to draw because suddenly it seems impossible to put in that much work, because they've never experienced that sense of satisfaction and they don't have the confidence that they CAN do it themselves.

Art and writing is inherently political, as it reflects people's lived experience in a political society. So what would happen if no one knows how to write or draw? Or if no one is willing to write or draw if they think their final product would be bad?

Keep refusing to use gen AI. Make bad art. Write a shitty essay with typos and horrible grammatical mistakes. Express yourself and learn new things. It's fun and satisfying and so, so worth it.

You're fighting anti-intellectualism with every letter you type, with every shaky pencil line put to paper. Convenience culture and anti intellectualism go hand in hand. So don't give in to it. You're capable, I promise.

*Of course, these skills can be learned at any time. There is no shame in learning skills as an adult that you were "meant" to learn at a much younger age. In fact, I think it's really cool if you do! It wasn't your fault that the system failed you, but you're making it right. And this isn't specific to AI use either.

Anti-intellectual attitudes are on the rise on social media, the billionaires who run these apps are banking on people being uneducated or uninterested in education slipping from their fingers. So now is a good time to invest time into following accounts that teach you things, engaging with their content, and most importantly LEARNING.

Communal learning is inherently anti-fascist. Give them hell.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

LOSS OF MY LIFE

formula one x horror actor!reader

request: I'm hoping this is thw right way to ask for requests but we live and learn ig. Anyway what about how the drivers would react to reader being in some sort of horror film and they end up dying?

summary: your boyfriend reacts to your death in a movie.

warnings: mild descriptions of death and gore, swearing, i think that's it?

contains: charles leclerc, gabriel bortoleto, + ollie bearman

word count: 552

charles leclerc:

he had been so incredibly excited to see your movie. you had warned him several dozen times that it was a horror movie and not a tame one. he didn't listen, of course, and decided it was a better idea to watch it when he was alone. at night. in a hotel room he was not familiar with.

… needless to say, you weren't exactly surprised when you woke up to your phone ringing. even less surprising was hearing charles sniffling and begging you to get a flight out because he's just seen you die a very gruesome death in the movie and now he desperately needs cuddles. he's definitely got a collection of stuffed animals he uses when he needs comfort but you're not available, and his favourite is a floppy bunny. charles is holding onto that bunny like his life depends on it after watching your movie.

you end up having to call one of the other drivers and ask them to keep him company until you get there. when you do, expect to be within arm's reach of your boyfriend at all times.

gabriel bortoleto:

he's actually kind of offended that the writers had the audacity to kill you off. the second he realizes what's about to happen he'll start angrily ranting about "how dare they!!" and all that.

then he sees you covered in the (fake) blood and you're so clearly pissed off even though you're dying and he just … slowly … trails off … until he's just staring at the screen. he doesn't even respond when you poke his arm to see if he's okay. all that's going through his head is holy fuck you look hot when you're angry and covered in blood—

it takes you a little while to realise what's actually going on, and you gotta just kinda keep poking and teasing him until he breaks out of it. let's just say if you wanna go all out for halloween there … gabi's definitely on board.

ollie bearman:

i actually think he really likes horror movies even though they give him nightmares? ollie loves them and finds them so interesting and even though he's so tense the whole time he just … he loves them! so when he finds out that you're gonna be in a horror movie?

he is so excited.

ollie makes a whole night of it. he'll order food from your favourite restaurant, set up a lil blanket fort for the two of you, make sure you know that he'll be extra jumpy that night, and then get your movie set up on his laptop. he can't watch horror movies on big screen because the detail makes it too scary for him. so you'll just have to get used to watching things on a laptop screen, sorry.

finally he gets to cuddle up to you and he's so excited to watch your movie!! he gets most of the way through before your character gets killed off and ollie … he just shuts his computer immediately.

the whole rest of the night is just spent assuring your boyfriend that you're fine, you're not upset about your character's ending, and also that yes, all of the actual horror bits in the movie were fake. then—and only then—will he start talking about the actual quality of the movie and praising your acting.

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author's note: please note that i am a wimp who can't watch horror for the life of me 😅

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[ephemeralinstance]

One thing that fascinates me about Solas in Inquisition is that he does a terrible and deeply hurtful thing to the Inquisitor and all of his friends in the Inquisition; but he does it before he actually meets them.

He gives the orb to Corypheus long before he knows of any of these people, then decides to join forces with the Inquisition before most of them have shown up. And once it's done, he is essentially locked in. He can't possibly tell anyone in the Inquisition that he's responsible for everything that's happened at the Conclave and since; they would most likely kill him, or at least immediately expel him from the Inquisition. He really has no choice but to continue the deception. Maybe there's a window in which he could have told the Inquisitor, in the case of an extremely understanding and forgiving Inquisitor, but even for the very kindest of Inquisitors that would be a lot to accept.

So he's in this situation. When he first came to the Inquisition, deceiving them probably didn't seem like a particularly bad thing to do. It was a group of fervent Andrastians, followers of a religion that has committed atrocities against his people again and again. Why should he feel bad about lying to them?

But then - he starts getting to know people. He starts to make friends with them, to care for them. Maybe even to develop a romantic connection with the Inquisitor. And slowly he starts to recognise that he's doing a terrible thing to them, but he can't get out of it. There's nothing he could possibly do at this point other than simply run away, and he can't do that either because he has to stick it out to defeat Corypheus.

Every day he gets closer to them, what he's doing becomes worse. And yet the closer he gets to them, the more impossible it is to tell the truth, because the closer the friendships the more painful the betrayal. It's so fascinating and poignant to think of him stuck in this terrible cycle of steadily increasing guilt and shame and the knowledge that there's nothing he can do to make it right. You can see it in him, after the Temple of Mythal: he's increasingly spiralling and panicking and he just doesn't know how to extract himself gracefully from the situation he's created. This is a terrible thing he's done to his friends, but he did it before they were his friends and really there was no point at which he could have stopped it after that.

[justevelynnnn]

Starved

Summary: Viltrumite!Mark is an eater

Warnings: MDNI🔞, Mentions of cunnilingus, reader is afab, mention of Stockholm syndrome, tiny bit of voyeurism

A/N: I’ve been meaning to put more invincible stuff out but i’m just busy i swear😭

Anyways, I’ve really been wanting to write Viltrumite mark because i literally need him like asap. I’m not the best at writing him tho especially cause this is my first time so sorry abt that. Also i was too lazy to proofread this guys 😭👎🏾💔 i’ll do it later maybe

(Also idk the artist, i tried looking but if anyone finds them let me know!)

As much as you hated him, you loved how he treated you in bed.

Especially while he ate you out.

The room itself, it was his, was huge and so was the bed. It was bigger than a king size on Earth. And it was oddly extremely comfortable and soft.

After this mark, who wasn’t actually your mark mind you, literally kidnapped you to make you his wife,—very, very long story btw— you had to become accustomed to living here. Viltrum was….intense, but also beautiful, structured and clean. And so was this guy.

Your mark on earth was awkward and kind. He hated killing. This one? This guy? He didn’t it like he was blinking. And when he laid eyes on you with that stare you couldn’t put an emotion on you knew it was over.

But enough of that.

This Mark was considered royalty here so he could just do.,..whatever!

He doesn’t care where, but if he wants to eat you out he will. It doesn’t help that Mark was your ex on earth so you just let him.

The first time was after some weird dinner thing in the dining hall a week after you arrived. You didn’t follow what they were doing well because, well, you were still traumatized from literally everything that happened. Plus, Mark’s hand was on your knee and inched up every other minute.

Everyone left and a maid started to clean up, but Mark couldn’t wait anymore it seemed. He proceeded to pick you up and lay you on the long table and pull your bottoms off.

“What-” You gasp. The maid looked up and made eye contact with Mark. They promptly left.

“I want to taste the sweetness between your legs.” Mark said in his usual nonchalant way. He stood between your now bare legs with a hand under each knee.

Shock wasn’t even the beginning to describe how you felt then. This guy has only kissed you like once. Now he’s gonna eat you out?

“Um, okay?” You sighed. What’s the use fighting him? “Are we just gonna….like, here? Now?”

Mark just nods once, expression unmoving.

You hate how he just lacks…personality. Sometimes he’s just a statue and it creeps you out how he moves so calculated.

He moves down so his head is between your thighs, his hands still pushing your legs apart so you couldn’t move even if you wanted to, and he immediately got to work. It was like he let himself go. You were concerned at first that Viltrumites just lick one long stripe each time like fucking robots but no. Nope.

Dare you say this Mark eat you out better than your own?

The way he used his tongue against you, flicking and dipping inside rhythmically had you on the verge of cumming minutes in. He groaned and moaned into you like he never tasted anything better. His nose brushed against your neglected clit every now and then which didn’t help.

You wondered why he avoided it but quickly learned he was saving it for the end. When you started twitch and trying to move away from him he held you firmly in place and started sucking on your clit, occasionally letting his tongue flick against it as well.

Then you came like never before. You saw stars. You swore you did. And the worst part was he didn’t even stop. He just kept going, slurping the juices that came out of you as you shook around him.

And then when you were done, gasping for air and still shaking a bit, he just pulled you up off the table and helped you put your skirt back on.

You couldn’t even speak. He just carried on and helped you to his room like nothing happened, his face still wet and all.

And after that night he’d just randomly eat you out. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited either when he started showing those subtle signs of needing you. Whether it was a hand on your knee or him just never leaving your side. Or even the times he’s just….staring into your soul (you did not like those times at all).

It made sense he ate you out like a god, he was one.

You could almost blame the creeping Stockholm syndrome on how he ate you.

“Your petals has the exact sweetness of a fruit from this planet i conquered once.”, Mark said one night between your legs. “A rare delicacy.”

You almost didn’t register it because you were lost in your own world of pleasure.

“Is…is that why, ughh~”, you moaned. You could hardly finish a thought because he just didn’t stop for nothing.

“Why what.” He said before returning to sucking on you.

“Is that why you like me so much?”

He paused like he was thinking about it. Then he shook his head no.

“There is more to why I “like” you.”

You wanted to say more but that was the end of that conversation because he went right back to work. Part of you believed it was stress relief. Another part now went the planet fruit excuse.

Everything else about him was composed. Regal almost.

Untouchable.

He was respected by many Viltrumites here.

But when he was between your legs like this? His heart was a mess. He made many noises you know no one else has heard from him. His eyes would get watery and filled with lust and need.

Not to mention he loved being drenched when he was done with you. One time his face was literally dripping because he got you to squirt on him. He’d always get up too, like it was nothing.

You still didn’t know how to feel about him. He was your kidnapper after all and not to mention he looked and sounded exactly like your ex. It was a complex situation. Even months later you felt conflicted.

But maybe, just maybe, you could get used to this as long as he stayed just as needy to eat you out.

[ostebee]

So yeah, a bit of lifehacks for dealing with war because it's needed. From tired Ukrainian with sleep deprivation and worsen paranoia and anxiety because of ongoing war. russians are more advanced technically so they're more dangerous unfortunately, plus they're refining their warcraft during this said ongoing war.

First of all. It's normal to be panicking, scared and angry. War is traumatising thing and it's really hard to process. When russia attacked us all I felt that day was depersonalisation and derealization because I never knew what and where will happen. It's normal to be scared of losing home or relatives, friends and even your own life. It's basis of your surviving. Just talk about it with someone, don't keep all the burden by yourself.

Keep track on whatever is going on. I used to write about every single air raid alarm in my journal. Sometimes I still returning to it just to refresh first couple of weeks of full-scale russian invasion.

Obviously don't ignore any of air raid alarm signals. Missiles are less scary than drones because they're fast and you'll hear an explosion almost immediately after your local information sources will report on it. Drones are slower than missiles yet scary as fuck. If russians won't succeed on the battlefield — they will be threatening civilians and that means you. It's their tactics. You've mentioned shelters and it's a good thing, just keep on track whenever you can hide (it can be shelter, underground passages, subways, whatever has more than one exit, vent system or at least flowing air and access to food and water). If not — hide away from windows, after explosion wave glass is dangerous and it can do massive damage. Two hard walls won't save you from direct hit but it can help to protect you from debris.

Remember to care about your mental health. It's normal to play games and draw and write fanfics about your favourite gays or whatever. War is still legit even if it's not affecting you directly.

If you have some skills in tactical medicine or can go to special training courses — go for it. If your financial state allows you to have small tactical first aid kit — go for it, unfortunately I don't have one so can't give any advice. If your local will have volunteering organisations and you would like to help — go for it. Me and my family was weaving nets for Armed Forces of Ukraine at our school.

War is hard but not impossible to survive.

The tension between Europe, Russia and the US is so frustrating right now.

We’ve been told to prepare for war be it hybrid or ground but how big is the danger exactly? It’s not clear if our government knows we are in way more danger than they’re letting on or if it’s more of a better safe than sorry mindset.

The Danish government just made a map showing where all the usable bunkers are in case we’ll need them. I’ve followed their guidelines and have food and water for me and my pets for three days as well as an emergency radio and sun/crank powered power-banks. They also advise us to have a bit of cash at home in case we can’t access our banks but I haven’t done that yet besides the few coins I already keep in my decorative piggy bank.

But yeah, it’s really not clear how much danger we’re actually in. My coworkers didn’t follow any of the guidelines a year ago almost out of spite but even they have stated preparing a bit. So while I understand the Americans are stressed out right now, just know we aren’t doing too hot here in Europe either. 🫡