#this is going to hit the spot i already know

[minswriting]

maybe spencer makes reader squirt for the first time? and she’s confused because. she didn’t know she could do that so he DOES IT AGAIN

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | squirting, fingering

spencer’s fingers moved inside of you with purpose. he had two fingers buried deep and curled up to hit your g-spot dead on with each movement. “you’re so fucking wet,” spencer said into your ear, his breath fanning your skin.

you were sat on the bed, your back pressed against spencer’s chest as he held you close to him and fingered you. you moaned loudly, your eyes rolled back at his digits worked you diligently. the sound of your pussy squelching filled the room along with your noises, creating a beautiful environment that spencer enjoyed thoroughly.

“i-i’m so close,” you moaned, lying your head against spencer’s shoulder.

spencer hummed, kissing along your jaw as he continued to finger-fuck you. “go ahead baby,” he groaned. “cum for me,” he said as he moved his fingers faster.

“oh-oh my god!” you whined as you felt yourself coming undone from spencer’s digits. and as you began cumming, you felt your pussy clench and then gush before your thighs clamped shut and your orgasm overcame you. you writhed in spencer’s embrace, moaning his name loudly.

and when you were finished, you relaxed against him, breathing heavily. he stopped his movements, removing his fingers from your cunt as he looked at the wet spots that decorated the mattress. you looked down at yourself, unable to help the small giggle that escaped your lips. “oh my god, i didn’t know i could do that,” you said breathily, turning your head slightly to look at spencer.

he gave you a cheeky grin, looking at his hand as it was covered in your juices. “that was so incredibly beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “you squirted.” he let out the tiniest giggle.

you couldn’t help the blush that developed on your cheeks in slight embarrassment. “i did,” you said, biting your lip.

“think you can do that again?” he asked, already bringing his hand back down to your cunt, trailing his fingers along your slit.

you let out a whimper and a shutter. “m-maybe,” you breathed out.

spencer hummed. “guess we’ll see then,” he said as he entered his fingers inside of you once more.

it was safe to say that after that, squirting became a normality whenever spencer fingered you. and the day you squirted on his cock? spencer came on the spot deep inside of you.

[subdee]

Absolutely spot on, there is too much complacency and 'it can't happen here' in the USA right now.

It CAN happen here. It IS happening here.

The budget for "election security" was removed from the Department of Homeland security. They argued it was outside that department's purview.

There's another department that also handles election security at the federal level... Guess what?

From the Project 2025 tracker.

And look, I know cybercom is the same department that carries out cyber attacks against foreign adversaries. I know the US government and particularly the US intelligence agencies that are being dismantled as we speak (CIA, FBI, NSA, Pentagon have all seen big indiscriminate workforce reductions, forced leaks, or destruction of internal databases) have done a lot of evil, heinous shit, both domestically and - especially- abroad. The US does a lot of regime change, you know it, I know it.

But what's the end game of the current regime?

Take money from the part of the federal budget that is discretionary and works for ordinary Americans - the SMALL part of the budget that is discretionary and works for ordinary Americans - and redirect it to AI contracts that Elon Musk will benefit from, Starlink and SpaceX contracts that he will benefit from, so he can pay off the massive loan he took out to buy twitter?

Go after renewable energy SPECIFICALLY, freeze a program that passed with bipartisan support (the inflation reduction act) where 78% of the budget would have gone to Republican states whose voters feel they are not getting their fair share of federal money?

From Paul Krugman:

The Expendables are the means-tested programs outside of social security and Medicare that go to Americans in need, like food stamps, disability payments, Medicaid, and section 8 housing.

Eventually go after these popular and necessary programs - where the actual money is - so that money can be diverted to the 26 billion (estimated) deportation project and a 4.5 trillion dollar tax cut for the wealthy?

And in the meantime, gut education, strip mine public parks, abandon protections for clean air and water - contribute to global climate change!

Gut public health and health research, criminalize accurate reporting by the CDC, create a situation where the US could be the incubator for the next worldwide pandemic?

Loosen up banking regulations just as we're reaching the top of a manic financial hype cycle, so we can crash the economy again like we did in 2008 - this time with Trump et. al. in charge to handle the fallout?

Fund far-right authoritarian groups around the globe, pressure European countries to allow "free speech" (hate speech) against the interests of the people living in those countries, foment a global backlash against immigration FROM the countries that will be hit hardest by climate change, TO the countries that are largely responsible for climate change to begin with?

And blame everything that goes wrong on 'DEI' which means hiring or promoting anyone who isn't a white Christian male.

Like really. Really really. Every crazy Senate confirmation went through. Republican senators are begging trump for special exemptions from Trump's chaotic spending cuts that hurt their own constituents, they are kissing the ring exactly as Pritzer describes, and for what? Trump is only loyal to himself and - maybe - the people who put him back into power - that is, Elon Musk and the Heritage Foundation - NOT the Republican voters who will be materially hurt by his policies and only have Hate to show for it.

We aren't headed towards authoritarianism, we are already halfway there.

The Supreme Court hasn't ruled yet on any of Trump's acts of executive overreach, but the first of the funding freeze cases will reach them this week. Mass public pressure is so important right now.

There are people – some in my own Party – who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, he’ll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. I’ll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say — almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most — public praise on the Sunday news shows — in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work – just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I won’t be fooled twice.

I’ve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times I’ve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.

As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.

The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population – so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.

The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis – contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.

As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case – but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 – a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.

I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately — and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Here’s what I’ve learned – the root that tears apart your house’s foundation begins as a seed – a seed of distrust and hate and blame.

The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didn’t arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.

I’m watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac – and suggests — without facts or findings — that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks – arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too “female” and “nonwhite.” The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who don’t look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.

I just have one question: What comes next? After we’ve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities – once we’ve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends – After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face – what comes next.

All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we don’t want to repeat history – then for God’s sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.

I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible: “I do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.

My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We don’t have kings in America – and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions — but in deference to my obligations.

If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:

It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.

Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 – just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the “rally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.” It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.

Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the “tragic spirit of despair” overcome us when our country needs us the most.

Sources:

• NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text

• Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)

[slvbun]

BLOW YOUR MIND ♡ Rafe C.

Rafe being an insistent bastard after watching too much porn.

content: fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, praising, +18 pls read at your own risk.

english's not my first language, so sorry 4 the mistakes, lol

Rafe had a mission, and he wasn’t backing down. He’d seen it in those grainy porn videos late at night, girls soaking the sheets, trembling, losing their minds, and he was hell-bent on making his girlfriend do the same. She was sprawled out on her bed, legs spread wide, her body glistening with sweat under the dim glow of her bedside lamp. Her pastel pink sheets were already a mess, damp with her arousal, and her breathing was ragged, her voice hoarse from moaning. Rafe’s fingers were buried deep inside her, slick and relentless, his wrist aching from the effort, but he didn’t care. He’d made her cum six times already, six fucking times, and still, no squirt. He wasn’t stopping until he got it.

“Rafe, please,” She whimpered, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as she squirmed beneath him. Her voice was a broken plea, her hands clawing at the sheets, then at his arm, trying to push him away. “I can’t—fuck, I can’t take anymore!”

Her face was flushed, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her lips swollen from biting them through every orgasm he’d ripped out of her.

“You can, baby,” Rafe growled, his tone low and commanding, though there was a thread of praise woven into it. “I'll blow your mind. I know you’ve got more in you.”

His free hand pinned her hip to the mattress, keeping her still as his other hand worked her over. Two fingers curled inside her, pumping fast and deep, the wet, obscene squelch of her pussy filling the room. His thumb pressed hard against her clit, rubbing tight, ruthless circles, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Rafe—oh god, it’s too much!” she sobbed, her voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, her seventh orgasm hitting her like a freight train. Her whole body convulsed, her toes curling, her nails digging into his forearm. A gush of wetness coated his hand, but it wasn’t enough, not the flood he was chasing. He grinned, feral and determined, licking his lips as he watched her unravel.

“That’s it, princess, cum for me again,” he rasped, his voice dripping with filthy pride. “You’re so fucking perfect, look at you—dripping all over my hand. But we’re not done yet.”

His fingers didn’t slow, didn’t falter, even as his knuckles cramped and his arm burned. He added a third finger, stretching her tight, soaked heat, and she screamed, her hips bucking against his grip.

“No, no, please—I can’t!” Her begging was desperate now, her words slurring as overstimulation turned her brain to mush. Her clit was so sensitive it hurt, every brush of his thumb sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and Rafe’s cock twitched in his jeans at the sight. She was a wreck, his wreck, and he fucking loved it.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, leaning down to kiss her trembling lips, tasting the salt of her tears. “You’re my good girl. You’re gonna squirt for me, I know it. Just let go.”

His fingers pistoned faster, curling harder against that spot inside her that made her see stars. The pressure built, her body tightening like a coiled spring, and he could feel it, she was close, so fucking close.

Her moans turned to high-pitched whines, her head thrashing side to side.

“Rafe—fuck, something’s—oh god!” Her voice cut off in a choked gasp as he pressed down on her lower stomach with his free hand, his fingers slamming into her g-spot with brutal precision. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, and then it happened.

A hot, forceful rush of liquid sprayed from her, soaking his hand, his arm, the bed beneath them. She squirted hard, the clear fluid drenching everything in its path, and Rafe let out a triumphant, “Fuck yes!” as he kept going, milking every last drop from her.

Her body shook violently, her thighs clamping around his wrist, but he didn’t stop until she was a boneless, sobbing mess, the sheets ruined beneath her.

“Holy shit, baby,” he panted, finally pulling his dripping fingers out. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan, savouring her taste. “You did it. You fucking squirted for me.” He crawled over her, cupping her tear-streaked face in his hands, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I’m so proud of you, princess. You’re so goddamn amazing.”

She could barely speak, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body limp and spent, but a faint, exhausted smile tugged at her lips.

“You’re… insane,” she whispered, voice shaky.

Rafe chuckled, brushing damp hair off her forehead.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he teased, settling beside her and pulling her into his arms. The bed was a disaster, his hand ached like hell, and she was still trembling, but fuck, it was worth it. She’d given him exactly what he wanted, and he’d never seen anything hotter.

[ddejavvu]

pairing: (smallville) clark kent x reader

summary: clark hits it from the back for your first time, because that 'doesn't really count'.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. anal sex, first time sex, mild discomfort for both of those reasons. my bsf was the inspo + source for this because she's taken it up the shitter a dozen times but swears up and down she's a virgin and (completely judgement-free) i find that fascinating

for whatever reason, you and clark have never had sex. whether it's because you want to save yourself for marriage, or you're worried about pregnancy in small-town kansas, or no one has a condom when you need one, the bottom line is that you and clark have been totally abstinent thus far. that's not to say you've never done anything with him, but in your minds it doesn't really count if it's not in the right place, right?

clark's touched you, sure, and you've touched him. you've sucked him off and he's repaid the favor breathlessly, if not a little too eagerly as he goes down on you. you've cum on his fingers and you've dry humped for days and he's fucked your thighs and he's fucked your tits on one wild occasion just to have a hole but hey!! he's never put it in your pussy and that means it doesn't really count. you haven't technically, really had sex yet, all of that other stuff is just sort of foreplay if you think about it. you've never let him in your pussy so really you've never had sex at all.

it's another night of heated, heavy makeouts, heaving, panting breaths washing over your bare, goose-bumped skin as he sticks his hands into the hem of your jeans, and you reconsider your commitment like you always do at this point in time. you really want to stay strong, you're not letting him inside of you, but- but that's not really the only place he could put it. you're sick and tired of the teasing, abstinence is what you think is right but you just can't seem to keep it in your pants either of you. so you consider it for a moment, and you decide that you're not breaking your resolve, he will not be allowed to stick it in... that hole.

"Clark," You murmur, taking hold of his wrist where he's fingering the hem of your panties, "Do you want to-? Like, you know, go from the back?"

There's perhaps no modest way of saying it, but his brows furrow like he's not picking up what you're putting down.

"Like, like- you know, I'll- I'll get on my hands and knees, and you can..."

One brow raises, then the other, "Oh. Oh, like-? Like I can- uh, I can go inside?"

"Yeah. But- y'know, from the back."

"Yeah. Yeah," He fumbles with his jeans, feeling a tightness below his gut as he fully comprehends what you're offering. even with your jeans rucked down by your knees he can see you through your panties, there's already a wet spot from where you'd ground into his thigh earlier. and he's not using that hole, but it's still sexy to see as you get yourself propped up on your hands and knees. He realizes that this is going to be harder than normal sex, that your body won't help him as much, but the thought of finally getting his dick wet in one of your holes- he's already about to cum.

Clark does have lube, because it came in a care package from a seminar his high school did on safe sex practices. You've used it once because you were trying to get off quick and you didn't have time to get yourself wet naturally, but he's glad for the rest of it now as you settle on your hands and knees.

you feel a little ridiculous, on the floor like this, but you even weirder when his hands spread your ass apart, territory you’ve never ventured into before. You have a sudden flash of anxiety because Clark goes still, but he’s only trying to figure out how best to go about this. He realizes something easy enough to figure out but something he’s never had to before: you’ll have to be stretched open before he can fit inside of you. His stillness comes from his hesitation; he doesn’t wanna fuck up the best offer you’ve ever given him. He wonders, lube on the hole, finger dry? Lube on the finger, hole dry? Lube on both? He’s never done this before either. He settles on lube on the finger and still he hesitates. What if he fucks up? What if he didn’t cut his nails short enough last night (thank god he cut them at all), what if he hurts something, what if it doesn’t feel good at all and you break up with him?

Meanwhile you’re face down, ass up on the floor, silently begging for him to just stick it in already. You’re starting to think maybe it’s just gross to him, maybe he only wants the one hole you can’t give him yet, maybe he’s watching you with disdain as you bare yourself for him.

Clark doesn't mean to startle you but it does break you out of your mental spiral when he finally touches you. The lube is cold and you jerk forwards away from the touch, but you settle back into place, apologizing with burning cheeks. Clark is just as out of his element, and he reaches out to secure your hips in place with the hand that isn't lubed. He didn't mean for it to be suave, but it steadies you, and you exhale shakily, pushing back into his hand to prompt more.

You are tight, but with the lube he's able to get his finger in relatively fast. all it takes is a little finesse, a steady, gentle, circular push against your hole that gives him some resistance but is ultimately willing to acquiesce. Even after he gets one finger in it's tight, but he uses a bit more lube and soon your hole gets used to his single digit. you're letting out little gasps and whines because it feels differently than anything else you've ever experienced, and you feel Clark's finger begin nudging at the tight walls of your hole before he's confident he can slip another finger inside. He's gentle, and he doesn't jab his finger side-to-side, but he plays with it, figuring out how much give he's got and letting out his own breathy sighs as he watches his finger slide in and out, glistening with lube. he's fingered you before and watched, but this is different, this is tighter and he feels you squeezing down on him with every pump of his finger. he gets embarrassingly hard in his jeans, practically squirming himself on the floor while he watches you swallow him up.

When he's deemed you loose and pliant enough to try for a second finger he keeps them pressed tightly together, hesitating when you squirm and cry out a bit in discomfort.

"You okay?" He glances around at you, trying to gauge whether you're in pain or if it's just different from your scrunched-up face.

"Yeah. I- It's weird," You admit sheepishly, "At first, but- just keep going, please? I want to- I want to do this with you."

He pushes two fingers in with a steady force and your nails catch the dust on his floorboards as they curl into the wood.

It's a slow process, because he's never done it before but he knows enough to know it'll really hurt if he fucks it up. He gets to three fingers before he tries his dick, which proves to be perfect, because his fingers are thick and he's continued in the pattern of gently and barely scissoring you open with each new finger added. It's hard because you're tense, but he's got his big warm had on your hip, rubbing gentle circles into it with the ounce of brainpower he has left while he watches your hole swallow his fingers up. He's murmuring, 'relax', But it's okay, looser is better than tighter, at least for your comfort levels. you're still plenty tight when he takes his hand away to fumble with his belt, smearing lube against the front of his jeans in his haste to get them off. The condom is no better, wasting precious moments that he could be inside of you with its foil wrapper, clinging to the rubber inside.

"Okay." He's breathless and oh-so-eager, "You ready? You still want to?"

You push backwards again, hole now open and inviting him in, "Please! Please, Clark," You've gotten past your momentary discomfort, or you're at least willing to take it for the chance to have Clark inside of you, "Please don't stop now. I want you to be inside of me, we just- it has to be like this."

He's already on his knees and lined up before you're done, and he grabs greedily at your hips, giddy now that he's gotten to free his raging hard-on from his jeans. He's loathe to separate his hand from your ass to guide himself in but it's so fucking good when he finally pushes in that he almost passes out. he's used to the suctioned but loose cavern of your mouth, or your fist that can open and close around him. This is the first time he's ever shoved his way in anywhere that doesn't open, and even though he'd stretched you a bit too wide you're still completely enveloping his dick, warm- almost hot and tight as he pushes in as far as he can.

He probably should have gone slower for the first thrust, because you cry out and rock forwards, your elbows nearly buckling, but he'd been a little too eager to sheathe himself fully inside of you. He gasps out and takes a second to just feel, noting that his hips are now flush against yours, and he can feel your warm skin, he can feel your warm body, he can feel your warm hole swallowing him up and keeping him stuck in place. It feels like a divorce to pull out, but he does it so that he can push in again, moving slow to make sure you don't get hurt. he knows it's gonna start out uncomfortable but you're still pushing back into him, and you're breathing slow and steady, trying to steady yourself through the initial difference in feeling so that you can enjoy it.

"Sorry." He grunts, feeling every single ounce of pressure against his cock as you squeeze him, trying so hard not to let himself collapse over you. He's strong enough to hold himself up but you're making him so weak, so frazzled and braindead that he just wants to collapse and take in the way he's buried in your ass forever. He makes the mistake of looking down as he pulls out and he nearly busts right then and there watching your hole perfectly conform to the width of his cock.

His breath is huffing over your back, and he finally sets a steady pace when you're feeling okay enough for it. As soon as he gets a rhythm going he knows he'll never stop, grunting and panting and groaning as he feels the most intense pleasure he's ever felt, better than his hand, better than your hand, better than your mouth. You're so tight and hot and you're already trembling, and he can't stop himself from leaning down to press his face into your back. his nose digs into the back of your neck and his mouth just sort of opens so that he can press his lips and tongue and skin to your flesh, mindless and needy and sticky as he ruts his hips desperately, roughly, greedily against your ass.

He's rocking into you like a man starved and you feel him hitting impossibly deep in a spot you've never had anything hit before. It's pleasurable, yes, but it's not enough, and if you could drag a hand to your cunt to play with yourself you would. but your arms are shaking and it's all you can do to stay on all fours, while clark pounds your ass. his dick is thick and strong and your cunt aches for it but you'll have to be satisfied with this. your mouth falls open at the feeling of being so full and then so empty, over and over and over again. it's like a vacuum, and you arch backwards into him with each pull-out, desperate to fill that empty space as if he's not going to force his way back in within a fraction of a second. It's an addictive rhythm, and you moan over and over and over again as he buries himself in your ass.

He's dragging you closer, pumping his hips harder, holding you tighter with every thrust and he finds himself embarrassingly fast to finish. he should be stronger than this, he should be able to contain himself for longer than a few minutes but the way your hole keeps that constant, tight pressure on him has him coming undone quicker than he'd like to admit. He's got a condom on so he can cum inside no sweat, but he hadn't even thought about it before it had happened, and he wonders if you'd have asked him to pull out had you had the time. he doesn't, and there's so much that it fills out any gaps between the condom and his dick. It's messy and gross and squelchy as he rides it out but he's so overwhelmed by the feeling of your hole that he can't do anything but keep going. all he can do is keep pumping his hips, grunting and groaning into your back as your hole milks his orgasm, and he has to consciously hold himself up instead of collapsing over your back. he's strong enough to stay upright but it just feels so good, like nothing he's ever had before. He knows he's cum before you, he knows you haven't cum at all, and that you're not likely to from just this. but he'll fix that in a minute, as soon as he gets over the mindblowing feeling of you clenching around him.

he pulls out and you whimper at the final loss of contact, still pressing back for more. He drags himself off of you and presses a sweet kiss to the curve of your ass, soothing the sting from where his hips had slammed into your skin over and over again. you're panting and you finally hit the floor, resting even though your body wants stimulation and now. Clark drags you into his lap, letting you sit against his chest while carefully avoiding his sensitive cock. Next time- god, he's already getting hard over next time, he'll bounce you on his lap. but for now he reaches for your cunt with his clean hand, finding it wet and begging for his fingers just like your ass was.

"Thank you," He murmurs, nosing at your temple as you lay in his lap, jolting and squirming as he slips two fingers inside your ready-and-waiting cunt, "Fuck, thank you, that was- that was so good."

"Clark!" You turn into his chest, holes screaming with sensation as he fingers you, finally giving you enough to get off on, "You- I- I want you inside again."

"Now?" He asks, breathless, his lips pinkened and puffy from his teeth gnawing at them. You nod and he lets you clamor onto his thighs, already lining himself up to fuck your hole again. When you sink down onto him it takes some bracing and effort, but he slips right back into the now familiar-rhythm of up and down, in and out, deliciously tight pressure, and he knows he'll never be fully content with his hand ever again.

[lovelivision]

STOLEN FLOWERS AND CHOCOLATE ✿

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𐔌.pairing — fushiguro toji / reader

‎ ‎ ‎── word count: 4k

❥ summary... toji comes home with classic valentine's gifts for you but there's something not quite traditional about how he celebrates...

warnings.ᐟ ── 18+ only, smut, pwp, hickeys, biting, (slight) tit play, food play(?) -- he licks chocolate off you, swearing, dirty talk, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, toji fucks a little mean, creampie, afab!reader, no pronouns used

The front door opens unceremoniously as Toji enters your small, shared apartment; the sound causes you to poke your head out from the kitchen to look at what he’s doing. His hands are holding something behind his back as he kicks the door closed with his foot, a big smile on his face when he spots you.

He quickly shuffles down the hall to you, “Happy Valentine’s Day, doll.”

“Happy Valentine’s, Toji,” you look at him curiously, he seems way too proud of himself.

“Here,” he moves a hand towards you, colourful wildflowers presented for you to take.

Receiving them graciously, you beam back at him, “These are so pretty, thank you–” Looking at them properly gives you pause, “Toji…”

“Yes, doll?”

“Where did you get these?” Your brow quirks at him.

He answers like it’s obvious, “The shop.” Continuing to move past you into the kitchen and pulling a bowl out of one of the cabinets.

Humming as you follow behind him, “Uh huh, and that’s why the roots are still attached is it?”

Toji stills for a single second before acting like that’s normal, “I’m not understanding the issue.”

“Toji, you took these from someone’s garden didn’t you?”

“No,” he lies, breaking up the chocolate he had concealed behind his back into the bowl.

You pull on his shoulder so that he turns to face you, “I can clearly see you’ve taken these from the ground.”

“I thought you’d like them, they reminded me of you,” he goes for flattery instead.

“You couldn’t afford to buy me flowers?”

“I could they just didn’t… have any left,” he scratches the back of his head.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’d say hot or sexy but whatever you say works too,” he winks at you.  

Ignoring his self-praise, you rustle through the kitchen to find a vase to put your stolen flowers in, he was right about one thing; you do like them. Toji is still breaking up the chocolate and now that you’re done questioning him about the dubious origin of those flowers, you’re curious as to what exactly he’s doing.

“What are you doing to the chocolate?”

“Putting it in a bowl,” he doesn’t look at you.

You groan at him, annoyed by his dodging of the question, “Yeah I can see that, why are you putting it in a bowl?”

He grins at you, his intent evil, “So I can melt it.” Moving to the microwave he sticks the bowl in and starts it.

Shaking your head softly when you ask, “Do I wanna know?”

“You’re gonna find out soon anyways,” he steps closer to you, his hands grabbing your hips.

He’s making you suspicious of him, “What are you up to?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”

There’s no opportunity for you to argue back at him, he’s leant down and captured your lips in a heated kiss. Not wasting any time as he licks into your mouth, his hands wandering under your shirt, groping at you as he goes. It’s still impressive how breathless he can render you after a single kiss, your thoughts already a little foggy.

Toji walks you back and into one of the counters, your back hitting it as he continues kissing you dizzy. Lips leaving yours, he presses kisses to your cheek down to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your soft skin. The breaths of air he puffs against you send static electricity through you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck as you murmur, “Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?”

He nips at your neck just to watch you jolt, softly chuckling to himself at your reaction. “I need to wait for my chocolate,” he states simply.

Remembering that he quite literally just put something in the microwave, you warn him, “You should really be keeping an eye on it so you don’t burn it…”

He hums noncommittally, “But my eyes are a little preoccupied right now?”

“Toji…”

“I know what I’m doing,” he rolls his eyes lightly.

“I doubt that… you should be stirring it,” you inform.

He glares at you, almost pouting, “I don’t like how much you’re not thinking about me right now.”

“I was thinking about you… and then you wanted to talk about your chocolate– ah!–”

While you’re talking he tucks his head into your neck again, nuzzling against you before biting down to get you to shut up. Your fingers dig into his shoulders in surprise, not expecting the sudden rebellion from him.

Whining out, “That hurt~”

He laves over the bite mark with his tongue, not even an ounce of pity from him when he says, “Sorry, doll.”

“I don’t think you are,” you sulk back at him.

“No, I don’t think I am either,” you can feel his smile against your skin, “In fact, I think I’ll probably do it again.”

The microwave suddenly beeping frightens you but Toji pays it no mind, only continuing his assault of hickeys and kisses on your neck. “The microwave– hah– is done.”

He mumbles back, “I heard it.”

Trailing his way back to your lips, he kisses you deeply. It’s messy as he lick at you, tongue meeting yours in a depraved manner, enough to make your skin heat and small whines to tumble from you. Thoughts of the microwave disappear from your head with how he nibbles on your lower lip, starting to feel so much hotter.

His mouth leaves yours with a pop! Slight embarrassment flooding you with how dazed he’s gotten you. He grins at the stupid look on your face, his hands cupping your cheeks, “You’re cute.”

Pulling his hands away by his wrists, “Shut up.”

Reluctantly, he steps back from you but not before whispering low, “Take off your shirt.”

Blinking at his blunt direction, “What?”

“You heard me,” is all he says as he pulls the bowl of melted chocolate out of the microwave. Moving over to the cutlery drawer, he fiddles around before fishing out a spoon, mixing it around. A self-satisfied smile on his face indicating that it’s turned out how he wanted.

When you realise you’ve yet to make a move, you bashfully take off your shirt like he’d asked you to. Your arms folding over your chest once it’s off, feeling too exposed in comparison to him who is still in all of his clothes.

He stalks back over to you with a look in his eyes that has you feeling like he’s going to absolutely devour you. Reaching past you, he places the bowl on the counter, “Move your hands, doll.”

“How about you take off a piece of clothing and I will,” you bargain with him.

Leaning in to mock you lightly, “Is somebody feeling shy?”

“Just take off your shirt, Toji,” you grumble back at him.

He chuckles lightly but pulls it off easily, dropping it to the floor by yours, “Now, stop depriving me of my view.” His hands glide up either side of your torso, your own moving automatically to give him room.

Toji paws at your tits for a while, rolling your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Pulling away is like it takes him a monumental effort but he clearly has something planned, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Registering a faint clink as he reaches behind you again, not understanding what he’s doing until the sight of the spoon covered in melted chocolate comes into your view. His grin large as he lets the liquid drop onto your chest, letting it trail down your tit. He almost throws the spoon back to the counter as he leans down. Tongue tracing along the chocolate, lips latching to your nipple to suck it clean.

“Oh my– Toji! You’re so– ngh–” his tongue flicks against you and you suddenly can’t think, every single name you could think to call him slipping from your grasp as he continues to lick and suck at you.

Pulling back, he says, “I just thought…” reaching for the spoon again and dribbling more chocolate on you, over your other tit, “Since it’s Valentine’s and all…” his smile is evil and lust filled, “I should buy chocolate.”

“You’re supposed to buy me chocolate,” you complain.

“I did,”  he kisses along your skin, tongue licking at you. Mumbling a low, “And you taste delicious.”

“You’re– hah– teasing me,” you pout at him, legs wobbly as he continues to pour chocolate on you just to lick it away.

He doesn’t even bother denying it, “I am.”

Of course he’s teasing you, how could he not? The thing that Toji finds cutest in this world is when your eyes get glassy and you struggle to think straight because all your senses are being clouded by him. He’s relishing in your pleased moans and whines as he puts his mouth on you, his teeth scraping along your skin just to make you shiver for him. Any and every reaction you can make he wants to pull from you, he wants to see just how much he can tease you.

“Have you– hah– had your fill?” he’s making you impatient, your thighs rubbing against each other pitifully.

One of his hands is groping your tit, his mouth on the other. Barely willing to part to answer you, “Of you?” His tongue flicks against your nipple, “Never.”

You give him your best begging look, eyes pleading with him to stop teasing. You could verbally beg him and it’d probably be easier but it’d give him a kind of satisfaction you don’t think he deserves. Not after he stole flowers from someone’s garden.

As he looks at you, you can almost see his cheeks tint a pretty shade of pink from the way you’re looking at him. He curses under his breath, “Stop looking at me like that,” he frowns, knowing he’s already been bested, “Fine, you win.”

“And what’s my prize– ah!–” Suddenly you’re lifted in the air and hauled over Toji’s shoulder.

He stomps through the house quickly, “A good fuck.”

“You’re so crude,” you mumble at him.

“You don’t seem to mind when I’m stuffing you full of my dick,” he counters.

He drops you onto the bed, watching your tits jiggle from the fall. Smirk plastered on his face as he leers at you.

“Why are you so huffy?” you cross your arms over your chest.

Toji can’t tell you that he’s mad about you getting him to fold with a single look, so instead he replies, “Because… you’re still wearing pants.”

“Hmmm…” you hum curiously, easily slipping out of them. Already knowing why he’s really frustrated when you look up at him in the same way as before, “Is that better?”

His teeth clench, nearly grinding them. You make him feel so weak for you and he doesn’t feel it’s fair, “You’re getting to be too sly.”

“You think?” Blinking up at him before adding, “I wonder where I’d learn something like that?”

A grin on his face as his hands start working on ridding himself of his pants, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he repeats your words from earlier.

“I think hot… or maybe sexy?” You rest back on your palms as you watch him strip for you, deeply admiring the view.

Once he’s undressed, he moves in closer and grabs your face by your cheeks. Squeezing them together so that your mouth is in an exaggerated pout, “How about adorable?”

He lets go and you offer, “What about fuckable?”

“Well, that was never in question for me, doll.” He tilts his head at you, “Roll over.”

Easily rolling over onto your stomach for him, not even bothering to lift yourself onto your hands and knees. You’re choosing to test him and his patience instead. Unable to see when it happens but you just know he rolled his eyes at your literal interpretation of his words.  

A hand is planted on the bed by your head as he crawls over top of you, his other hand trailing its fingers up your side, tickling you. You squirm under him and that hand grips your hip, holding you still, “I thought you were begging for it earlier?”

“Did you hear me beg for it?” you retort.

His words are by your ear, smile in his voice, “Do you want me to make you beg for it?”

Worried he might actually follow through on that threat, you try goading him, “I was promised a good fuck for my win, or are you scared you can’t deliver?”

“You know…” he nuzzles against your face, “…This is only making me want to tease you more.” He ponders, “I wonder just how sexually frustrated I could make you…”

“Toji,” you whine at him.

“Tapping out already?” he chuckles at you, blowing cool air against your ear, “Where’d your fight go?”

You try raising your hips for him but he’s still got his hand on you, holding you down to the mattress, “Come on, Toji. Just give me what you promised.”

Moving back and away from your face to rest on his knees, taunting, “Did you hear me promise anything.” His hands are on your ass, groping and pulling at your cheeks. Whistling low when he pulls you apart for his greedy eyes to look at, “Aw, you’re so wet, doll.” His voice laced with faux pity.

“Can you do something to help?” You look back at him, his eyes preoccupied with staring shamelessly at your cunt.

His tongue licks over his lower lip, “I could think of a thing or two.”

The hands on your ass cheeks move to your hips, tugging you up swiftly. Your back immediately arching for him, putting yourself on lewd display without him even asking you too. A hand smooths over your back, following the indecent curve of your spine. You can tell he’s smug with how he hums at you.

“Be good for me now, hmm?” He slaps his dick against your cunt, grinning when your hips move back at him.

“That– hah– depends on youuu– Ah!–” He’d started slipping inside you while you were speaking, cutting your words off with a shameless moan.

A shudder runs through his body at the tight grip you have on him, “Oh, does it?”

Such a bastard, he knows damn well whatever you would’ve retorted with is lost when he’s slowly pushing inside you. Mind fuzzy and all you can focus on is the obscene way his cock stretches you open, beyond needy and turned on when you wriggle your hips back at him. Silently asking for more, words still failing you.

He stops you easily, holding you painfully still, “Give yourself– hah– a second, doll”

You always forget just how much of him there really is to take when he first gets inside you, something he doesn’t forget which is why he’s always begging you to pace yourself. His eyes rolling in pleasure with how hot you are around him, pulsing rhythmically, he really must’ve gotten to you earlier. The thought brings a satisfied smirk to his face.

Finding your voice only to say, “Hah– More.”

“You– hnn– need to wait,” he continues to hold you steady despite your protests.

“Don’t wanna.”

He gracefully gives you another couple inches, “I should play with your tits more often if it’s gonna make you this fuckin needy.”

“Don’t– hnn– don’t talk,” his voice is making your insides twist, if he’s not gonna fuck you full right now then he needs to shut up.

“Why? Don’t like the sound of my voice?” he leans down closer to you, just so he can speak right into your ear, “Or do you like it too much?”

You bite out, “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he bites the tip of your ear, snickering at the way you shudder under him. He gives you another couple inches, “You should tell me you love me; it is Valentine’s Day after all.”

Taking a measured breath in and out before replying to him, “I’ll– hngh!– love you when you put it all the way in.”

“I love you,” he purrs into your ear.

You’re already so on edge and he’s only being cruel now. “Hnn– I lo– ah!– ngh!–” Just as you’re about to tell him you love him as well; he thrusts into you completely. Your voice coming out as a shocked moan as you stammer around words that are unsalvageable.

“Hmm? Don’t think I– hah– quite caught that, doll,” his pelvis is flush to your ass, not moving.

Too busy trying to keep your wits about you to say anything snarky back to him, already on the verge of cumming with just how worked up he got you. Taking deep breaths as you try to focus on anything other than the way he’s stuffing you full, or his voice next to you.

Unfortunately for you, Toji catches on quick to what you’re struggling with and now he’s way too interested in getting you to finish like this. “You already gonna cum, doll?”

You shake your head at him as best you can, denying his accusation vehemently but with how you’re pulsing around him he knows you’re lying. A hand trails up your body and reaches around to your front, groping at your tit boldly. “You’re such a liar,” a breathless laugh leaving him. “Pretty pussy so snug around me,” he huffs, “Begging to get fucked.”

It’s such an effort to get out a simple, “B– be– hngh!– quiet, Toji.”

“Why should I?” He rolls your nipple between his fingers, “I love you.”

Whole body tensing as you cum around his dick, the low timbre of his voice as he told you he loved you again doing you in. Body twitching and spasming under him as you barely manage to bite back your moans. Your feet kicking against the mattress as you ride it out, not able to do much else.

An absolutely delightful sight for Toji, you’re cumming around him after he’s only just gotten balls deep and murmured a few words to you. Shockingly easy to get you to finish and he’s going to remember this about you until his last breath. He wants to move so bad but he’s not trying to kill you, the amount of self-control he has to summon for this moment is actively driving him crazy. You’re all whiny under him, squirming and jolting from your come down and he wants nothing more than to fuck you until you cry from how good he’s making you feel.

He presses kisses to your shoulder, “Are you still here?”

“Mhm,” you mumble out an affirmative. A strangled sound leaves you when he bites into your shoulder, the abruptness jolting you back to reality in a single moment. “Whyyy?”

Another kiss is pressed over the fresh mark, “Use your words next time.”

“…Bossy.”

“You seem fine now,” he chuckles.

Barely given a moment to register his declaration before he’s pulling out, the heavy drag of his cock making all your limbs tingle pleasantly. His thrust back into you is harsh and quick, jolting your whole body, head suddenly up in the clouds with how sensitive you still are. Clawing at the bed below for some kind of grounding, mouth slackened as you moan shamelessly.

The wet sounds of him fucking into you filling your ears, unable to register much of anything but that. Damn near drooling onto the bedding below as his tip abuses your cervix over and over, and despite how fucked dumb he’s already got you; you’re trying to arch into him more. Something that Toji finds incredibly endearing, lifting himself back and up to have a better view of you below him.

His hand presses into your back, “What’s– hnn– wrong, doll? What’s got you– hah– fuck– so needy today?”

He’s always asking you questions when he knows you’re in no state to answer coherently, turning your face into the bed, trying to stifle your moans and hide the tears that are threatening to fall. Something that Toji isn’t going to let you do, a grumble coming from behind him as he reaches out and turns your head back to how it was. A hand stays on the back of your neck, not letting you hide from him again.

“Where do ya think you’re going, doll?” his smile is big as he spots the tears in your lash line.

You want to shake your head at him but can’t manage it with the hand on the back of your neck. Lower lip trembling with your pleasure, eyes almost completely unseeing as the tears cloud your field of vision. He’s hitting so deep and you feel so full – it’s too good – especially with how you just came.

“Ah, you’re so pretty right now,” he compliments you. “I’m– hnn– gonna move my hand but you’re gonna stay like that for me aren’t ya?”

“Mhm,” you mumble out before remembering his earlier words, “Y– hng!– ye– yeah”

“Good.” He pulls his hand back off your neck, both now on your hips.

Adjusting you how he pleases and then knocking out what little breath was left in your lungs with the increase in his pace. This is what he wanted, to be able to see all of you from above. Revelling in the way your greedy cunt sucks him back in every time he goes to pull out, cock coated obscenely in your slick. The bed no doubt a huge mess below the pair of you, he knows you’ll be embarrassed about it later and he’ll be teasing you for it.

In love with how messy you get when he fucks you, just more evidence of how responsive you are to him. Eyes stuck on the way he disappears inside you, dick pulling out shiny with how wet you are. Already having creamed around him, white ring around the base of himself. His eyes nearly roll at it all, he’s so unbelievably turned on that he feels like he’s gone feral. His hands pull at your ass cheeks, wanting to see more, he’s shameless as he leers at your pussy struggling to take all of him.

With how fast he’s slamming into you, you can feel your orgasm building quickly again, “Toji! Slow– hah– slow down– hng!– ah!– I’m gonna c– cum– hah– again!”

“Good,” he grits out, trying to focus on not blowing his load right now, “Cum again, doll– hngh– fuckin coat me in it.”

It doesn’t even take another thirty seconds before you’re cumming all over him, chest stuttering with broken moans as another orgasm rocks through you. Feeling so much more now with the way he continues fucking into you, not letting you rest like he did before.

His hands grip at you desperately, watching you come undone beneath him almost very nearly breaking his mind. He finds you so cute as you mumble out his name over and over, your body jerking with the aftershocks running through you.

Your voice cuts through him when you murmur out, “I– hngh– love you, Toji.”

An involuntary shudder spiking through his body as he cums abruptly, the suddenness of it shocking him. Brain lagging behind his body, cumming before he realises it and when he does, he’s slamming his hips into you and holding there. Grinding into you to ride out his high, wanting you to be stuffed full even after he pulls out.

After he’s come down some, he reluctantly pulls himself from you but only because he knows your body has to be aching. His hands laying you gently back onto the bed, hovering closer to your face to check on you. Finger coming up to wipe a tear from your eye, you blink lazily up at him, eyes glassy and fucked out.

“I love you,” he kisses your cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Toji,” you mumble out hoarsely, after a beat adding, “I can’t believe you stole those flowers…”

𝒂.𝒏. this one took me longer to get out then i planned apologies !! i ended up reading and youtubemaxxing MY BAD </3 ilyasm !! VALENTINES ISNT OVER UNTIL I SAY SO❣️

[⚠︎] — 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.ᐟ do not reupload / repost / translate / plagiarise my works © all works are the intellectual property of lovelivision

[astars-things]

for lando x hughes reader au: you take lando to the hughes bowl and he's sitting there completely clueless.

When I told Lando I was taking him to a hockey game, he was excited—until he realized he had absolutely no clue what was going on.

"Wait, so both your brothers are playing against each other?" he asked as we walked into the arena.

"Yep," I grinned. "Jack and Luke on the Devils, Quinn on the Canucks. It’s the Hughes bowl tonight."

As soon as we took our seats, Lando was already confused. “So, uh… what’s the goal here?” he asked, watching as the players skated around in warmups.

I laughed. “Score goals, babe.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I got that part. But, like, what are the rules? What’s offside? How many guys are on the ice at once?”

Oh boy. I had my work cut out for me.

“Okay,” I started, pointing toward the ice. “Each team has six players on the ice—five skaters and one goalie. The goal is to get the puck into the net. If you cross the blue line before the puck does, that’s offside.”

Lando nodded slowly, like he was trying to process everything. “Right, right… so it’s like track limits in F1?”

I blinked. “Uh… sure? But also no. I’ll explain as we go.”

The game started, and the crowd roared to life. I could see Jack and Luke out there, already chirping Quinn. Lando jumped when a big hit was thrown against the boards in front of us.

“Wait, they can just… do that?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Yep. As long as it’s clean, they can hit each other all they want.”

Lando let out a low whistle. “F1 drivers would cry if we had to deal with that.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, you guys are divas compared to hockey players.”

He shook his head, still baffled. "If I did that in F1, I’d be banned for life."

I laughed as I focused back on the game. Jack had the puck now, weaving his way through defenders, and I elbowed Lando excitedly. "Watch Jack, he's gonna—"

Before I could finish my sentence, Quinn stepped up and stole the puck cleanly, sending Jack stumbling slightly. Lando gasped like he just witnessed a crime.

"That was his own brother!"

"Yeah, well, sibling loyalty doesn’t exist on the ice," I grinned. "Quinn’s the enemy tonight."

Lando let out an exaggerated sigh, slumping back in his seat. "This sport is brutal."

I smirked, knowing he hadn’t seen anything yet.

Midway through the second period, Luke threw a massive hit on one of Quinn’s teammates, and Lando physically jumped in his seat. "Did he just—was that—what the hell?"

"Calm down, babe," I teased. "It's all part of the game."

"And nobody's getting arrested?" he asked, genuinely bewildered.

"Nope."

He ran a hand through his curls and shook his head. "This is insane."

The game continued with Lando throwing out more confused comments. "Why are they fighting?" "Why is that guy going into a tiny penalty box like he's in timeout?" "Wait, they just skate off for a line change? No pit stops?"

I was doing my best to keep up with his endless questions while also enjoying the game, but when Jack finally scored, I grabbed Lando’s arm and yanked him up with me as I cheered.

"Wait, was that Jack?!"

"YES!" I yelled.

Lando laughed at my excitement but still looked slightly overwhelmed by everything happening around him. "I feel like I need a rulebook and a therapist after this."

By the end of the game, the Devils won 4-2, and Jack and Luke had bragging rights over Quinn for the night. After the game, we’re waiting for my brothers when a reporter spots Lando and decides to interview him. The poor guy still looks overwhelmed.

"So, Lando, this was your first NHL game. What did you think?"

Lando exhales dramatically. "Honestly, I have no idea what just happened. I feel like I just watched a war on ice."

The reporter laughs. "Did you have a team you were cheering for?"

Lando glances at me before grinning. "Well, my girlfriend made it pretty clear I had to cheer for Jack and Luke, so I did. But Quinn was insane—I thought he was going to murder someone."

I shake my head as Lando continues rambling about how he still doesn’t understand how half the game is legal. He may be clueless about hockey, but at least now, he’s a fan.

[rafesbows]

hi pretty! can i request for officer rafe smut? like u do sum bad thing and u pay in a different way

the flashing red and blue lights in your rearview mirror had your stomach sinking. you knew exactly who it was before he even stepped out of the car.

officer cameron.

your breath hitched as you watched him through the side mirror, the way he adjusted his belt, how his broad shoulders filled out that crisp uniform. he was taking his time, probably dragging it out on purpose just to make you sweat.

the knock on your window made you jump. you rolled it down slowly, looking up at him with the best innocent expression you could muster.

"officer," you greeted sweetly.

rafe’s jaw ticked as he scanned your face, then down your body, barely covered in that little dress you knew drove him crazy. his fingers tapped against the roof of your car, and you caught the hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"you know how fast you were going?" his voice was smooth, lazy, like he already knew you didn’t have a good excuse.

you bit your lip, shrugging. "fast enough?"

his brow lifted. "funny," he mused, tilting his head. "step out of the car."

your stomach flipped.

you did as you were told, the warm night air wrapping around you as you stood in front of him. he towered over you, looking you up and down like you were nothing more than a pretty little thing for him to toy with.

"you could’ve caused an accident," he murmured, one hand coming to rest on your hip, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress. "reckless driving is a serious offense."

"m’sorry," you whispered, blinking up at him.

"not sure that’s gonna cut it." he leaned in, his breath fanning across your cheek. "but lucky for you, there’s another way you can make it up to me."

your breath hitched as his hands slid down, gripping the backs of your thighs before lifting you effortlessly onto the hood of your car.

"be a good girl and spread those legs," he ordered, his voice husky. "let’s see if you really deserve to get off with a warning."

your breath hitched as his fingers teased the hem of your dress, pushing it up with slow, deliberate movements. his knuckles grazed your thighs, sending shivers up your spine as you leaned back on your elbows, heart hammering in your chest.

"rafe—"

"ah, ah." his grip on your thighs tightened, spreading them wider until you were fully on display for him. "it's officer cameron to you, sweetheart."

your stomach fluttered, heat pooling between your legs as he dragged his fingers over your panties, feeling the dampness there. his smirk deepened.

"already wet, huh?" he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your hips jerk. "and here i thought you were actually sorry for breaking the law."

your breath stuttered as he yanked your panties to the side, his fingers dipping into your slick folds, teasing but not giving you what you wanted.

"tell me," he hummed, watching your face intently. "how bad do you want to get out of this ticket?"

"b-bad," you whimpered, gripping his forearm.

he let out a low chuckle, before plunging two fingers inside you without warning. your back arched, a gasp tearing from your throat as he set a ruthless pace, curling them just right, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

"fuck," you cried, thighs trembling as he fucked you open with his fingers.

"you can do better than that, baby," rafe rasped, his free hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing your eyes on him. "say it."

"please—"

"please, what?"

"please let me off, officer," you choked out, barely able to string the words together as his fingers fucked you closer to the edge.

"atta girl," he praised, before withdrawing his fingers, leaving you empty.

you whined at the loss, but before you could protest, he was already working on his belt, the clinking of metal making your stomach tighten with anticipation.

"bend over the hood," he instructed, voice dark with authority.

you scrambled to obey, pressing your hands flat against the warm metal. rafe wasted no time, and then—

the blunt tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, and you sucked in a breath as he slid in, inch by inch, stretching you open.

"fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips so tight you knew there'd be bruises tomorrow.

he gave you a second, letting you adjust before pulling out and slamming back in, setting a punishing pace from the start.

"this what you wanted, huh?" he gritted, one hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back. "wanted me to fuck you stupid on the side of the road?"

"yes—fuck, yes," you babbled, gripping the hood for dear life as he pounded into you, his hips snapping against your ass.

rafe let out a low, breathy groan, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the night air.

"gonna cum, officer," you whimpered, your body tensing, pleasure building rapidly.

"that's right, baby," he growled, his thrusts growing sloppy, desperate. "cum for me."

your vision went white as pleasure crashed over you, your walls spasming around him, milking him for everything he had.

with a final thrust, rafe let out a deep, guttural moan, spilling inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as he rode out his high.

for a moment, the only sound was your heavy breathing, the cool night air kissing your overheated skin.

"reckless driving, failure to comply, and bribing an officer?" rafe mused, still catching his breath. "damn, sweetheart. looks like you’ll be making it up to me for a long, long time."

@ rafesbows

[holylulusworld]

Collateral Damage

Summary: He only wanted some coffee.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: secret admirer, kinda love-struck Bucky, shooting, violence, blood, getting shot

Bucky hates it when things go wrong. He just hates it. Especially when he didn’t expect things to go awry.

On any other day, he’d expect things to turn out for the worst. Just not today. Today, of all days, shit had to hit the fan.

All he wanted was a coffee at his favorite café and a slice of the pie the owner bakes every Friday.

If he’s honest, Bucky would admit that he comes to the little bakery every Friday afternoon to see the woman he spotted some months ago.

She’s there every Friday after work to order tea, chamomile, and a cupcake. Sometimes she’s adventurous and takes a cinnamon roll.

Bucky chuckled when he heard her talk to the barista, telling her she wanted to be wild that day. He couldn’t help but smile at her innocent guilty pleasure. She was so unlike the people in his life. Sweet and kind.

Today, he wanted to talk to her. Today, he planned on introducing himself to the sweet woman stealing his heart bit by bit over the last few months.

Fate had different plans...

One hour earlier.

Bucky is in a good mood. No, he’s having one of the best days of his life. Business is good. He’s on top of the food chain, and he will finally talk to the woman he’s going to make his queen one day. – One step after another.

He opens the door to the little café he found when he was aimlessly roaming the streets of New York. Bucky only wanted to blow off some steam and sort his thoughts but ended up at the little café with coffee and pie. Finding so much more.

Bucky smiles as the little bell above the door rings. It feels like coming home every time he enters this place.

The owner greets him whenever Bucky is around, and the barista knows his favorite order. A risk, Bucky’s best friend Steve would say. Escapism from his life, Bucky would say.

She’s already there, engrossed in yet another book. This time, it’s a dark romance novel about a mafia boss and a shy librarian. Bucky knows because he googled the name to find out as much as possible about the books she loves to read.

“Hello,” the owner waves at Bucky, smiling as she passes him by. “Frankie will get you the usual.”

“Thank you,” Bucky nods before looking for a table closer to her. It’s the first time he’ll sit close to her, not at his favorite table, to watch her from afar.

“All for our favorite regular,” she says, walking away to check on the pies in the back of the café.

Bucky smiles. A soft smile, a genuine one. This place holds magic he can’t explain. It’s the calm in his life. Haven. An escape.

“Coffee and cherry pie coming your way,” the waitress says, balancing a tray in one hand.

Bucky frowns. He’s not a fan of changes. The new face walking toward his table, chirping and smiling as she struggles to not drop the tray, brings tension back into these fleeting, peaceful moments he spent at the café.

His instinct kicks in seconds before the waitress drops the tray to point her gun at him. Bucky takes her out with one precise shot, a bullet to her forehead.

People start to scream, and chaos breaks out. Most of the customers ran out of the café, along with the owner.

“I won’t miss,” the barista he chatted with so many times says. They jump over the counter, gun aimed at Bucky. “Your time has come.”

Bucky huffs. He’s about to shoot his attacker when a book hits the barista’s head. It’s almost hilarious. If not for the gun pointing in his direction, Bucky would laugh.

“Bitch,” the barista turns their attention toward you, their attacker. You gasp and drop to the ground, crawling under the table as they shoot in your direction.

Bucky reacts in a split second. He tackles the barista to the ground, taking them out with one hard punch to the chin. “Bastard, I’ll get to you later.”

He gets back up to look for her, his savior, and the sweet woman who enchanted him. Bucky gasps, watching you hunch over, blood soaking your pretty sundress.

“Doll, no,” he crouches beside you to cradle you in his arms. Bucky presses his hand to the wound on your arm, sighing because it’s not a deadly wound. “I’m so sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“I,” you carefully touch his hand. “That wasn’t how I expected to get to know your name finally…”

[starboye]

starring: harry styles x ftm!reader

request: can i request a harry styles x ftm reader. just they are at home together, maybe in the shower starts with reader blowing him

warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, shower sex

it was a stressful day for harry, he had just gotten off a long flight and all he wanted to do was relax with his love at home, when he got home though he was delighted to see you showering so why not step in and have some fun with you.

"hi baby" harry greeted you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek "i didn't know you'd be home so early" you smile turning around to kiss him "mm well i couldn't wait to see you so it took an earlier flight" he smirked and you could feel something poking at your leg.

"oh now did big fella down their miss me too" you laugh looking down at his obscenely large bulge "very much" harry says "well then let me help you both" you get down on your knees and stroke his dick before giving it a few licks to then sink it down your throat in one go.

harry letting out a breathy chuckle "fuck you still got it huh" harry leans back on the shower wall, looking down as you suck his dick like an expert, your tongue licking at his balls the deeper you went down until it was all in, harry holding your head down for a few second before letting go.

you give him a little smile before going right back to sucking the soul out of this man "fuck keep goin' im gonna cum" he urges but you stop right there "i have a better place for this load" you stand up and rub harrys tip on your already soaking folds.

he's quick to pick you up and press your back against the cold shower wall and slide his cock in with ease, thrusting up into you hitting all the right spots making you a moaning mess, your arms wrapped around harrys neck to hold you up better.

"you fill me up so much harry" you moan feeling your legs getting weaker from the rough thrusts into you, the tip of his cock abusing your gummy walls so much but it felt so good at the same time.

"yeah you just love this dick right, the only dick for you" he asks deeply kissing you to which you nod, he could feel your walls starting to spasm around him before you climaxed all over his dick, it felt so good that he came right with you.

"god your pussy is so fucking good" harry let out a huff as he let you down, pulling you into a kiss just t savor the moment a little more "i love your dick to" you joked.

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[leashybebes]

Oooh #31 to help distract you and also, good luck!

single parent au, my beloved! and now i'm going to bed. more of these tomorrow, hopefully!

There's a voicemail waiting for Tommy when he lands after his first flight of the shift. It's only thirty minutes old but his heart sinks when he hears, "Hi Mr Kinard, this is Stephanie, I'm a receptionist here at Central Elementary."

He covers his other ear with his free hand trying not to spiral.

"I'm sorry to say that Lila was involved in an altercation with another student - "

"What the hell," he murmurs. Lila's a little sassy - blame him for that, sure - but an altercation?

" - no one was hurt, but emotions are running high so we're asking the parents of both those involved to come pick the girls up for the day."

Tommy groans and heads towards his captain's office.

—

Buck stares disbelieving at his phone after he ends the call with Robbie's school. His baby girl, fighting? He can hardly believe it. She - alright, she may have inherited some of his more over-dramatic qualities, but she's a little angel.

"Uh, Bobby?"

"What's up, Buck?"

"I'm gonna need to take off for like…half an hour. Apparently Robbie got in a fight at school?"

"A fight?!"

"An altercation," Buck says, sounding the word out doubtfully. It sounds like a lot for a five year old. "They said she isn't hurt, but. Yeah. They want me to pick her up for the day."

"Okay, well just take her home," Bobby says. "We'll manage without you, and you know the firehouse is a treat."

"Thanks, Bobby," Buck calls over his shoulder, already jogging towards the parking lot.

—

Tommy hits traffic and the normally short drive to Lila's school takes him twice as long as it should. By the time he gets there, the pick up lot is empty aside from a Jeep, whose driver side door is just opening to reveal a tall, good looking guy in - Tommy blinks as he pulls his truck into an empty spot a few spaces over - an LAFD t-shirt with BUCKLEY stamped across the back.

Tommy gets a sinking feeling when the guy heads for main reception. Tommy catches up to him as he reaches the desk and hears him say, "I'm Roberta Buckley's dad, is she okay?"

"Oh, Mr Buckley, hi! If you can wait right here, I'll fetch the principal."

"Before you do," Tommy interjects. "Stephanie, right? Got a feeling we might be here for the same reason. Lila Kinard's dad."

Buckley glares at him while Stephanie disappears into the office. Tommy raises his eyebrows.

"What?"

"Can't believe your kid started a fight with my kid," Buckley grumbles.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you'd already spoken with the principal," Tommy says, hackles rising.

"Robbie's a good kid!"

"So is Lila!"

Buckley scoffs and Tommy bites his tongue. Much as he would love to right now, he's not going to start a fight with another parent at the school reception, so he folds his arms and looks away.

—

Lila's dad is a fucking asshole, Buck decides. Thinks he's sooo superior just because he can fold those huge arms over that broad chest and look away when Buck's working up for an argument. Thinks he's sooo great with the cleft in his chin and his stormy blue eyes and the stray curl on his forehead, like the jackass is cosplaying as Superman or something.

He's distracted from stewing in his own frustration when the door opens and the school principal - a friendly but steel-cored woman who he only knows as Mrs Jonas appears, Robbie on one side of her and Kinard's demon spawn on the other. He does have to grudgingly admit it's very cute when Kinard goes onto one knee to catch his kid as she flings himself in her direction with a cry of daddy!

He sets his big hands on her shoulders and looks at her seriously.

"What's this I hear about fighting, huh?"

"We made up!" Lila insists.

"We did," Robbie chimes in. "We did, daddy!"

"That so?" Buck asks, scooping Robbie up in one arm to look her over. Her braids are a bit of a mess and she has that redness in her cheeks that means she's been mad or crying or both recently, but she looks otherwise okay. He has to admit Lila's in the same condition, nothing too bad, but a little rumpled.

"Gentlemen," Mrs Jonas interrupts. "My office, if you would?"

—

They wind up taking the girls to the playground after their joint interview-slash-dressing down from the principal. Turns out Buckley - Evan - isn't so bad. Tommy can't really fault him for going a little all guns blazing where his daughter is concerned. Actually, he kinda likes it.

They'd both struggled to keep straight faces when the reason for the altercation was made clear to them - can firefighters fly? One strong vote for yes, one equally strong vote for no, two stubborn little girls both equally devoted to their dad's good name, and boom. Tinderbox.

The girls seem to be firmly over it now though, chasing each other around the playground and shrieking in excitement at having the place pretty much to themselves. It's maybe not the most effective parental response to fighting in school - 'fighting' in this case mostly meaning yelling and a little shoving - but Tommy can't bring himself to take it too seriously. He'll talk to her more later about using kind words and keeping her hands to herself, but the conflict resolution skills of a pair of five year olds seems to have gotten them past the worst.

Evan arrives back at the bench where Tommy's keeping an eye on the girls, with a takeout coffee in each hand. He passes Tommy one and sits next to him, giving Tommy a soft smile before he turns his attention to where the girls are whispering together intensely.

"Looks like we might have playdates in our future," Tommy suggests.

"Looks like," Evan says, with a sunny smile.

[glossykissies]

how would peter react to finding out his sweet girl has all these hard kinks and wants him to be mean to her. I feel like he’d be conflicted with wanting to be gentle with you but also give you what you want

he’s doing nothing to soften your need for his meanness when he’s stood there, looking like that — looking so big in his work shirt, still tucked into his slacks. you were sitting on the counter, having worked up the courage to ask him all day — and by god, he was trying not to look judgmental.

“…hit you?” his face twists up a little, not in a rude way — mostly just disbelief. you’re sat there in pyjama shorts, his tshirt and frilly socks. the sight of you makes it harder to believe that this would be something you’d want, especially when you’re swinging your legs so innocently.

you nod and he blinks at you, studying you for a moment before he approaches slowly, standing between your legs where you sit. peter cups your face, hands so coarse but so gentle with you. your eyelashes flutter when his thumb strokes the skin beneath your eye.

“why do you want me to be mean to you?” he asks softly, tilting his head a little. don’t get it twisted — his softness turns you on too, already sucking on your lip with those guilty doe eyes just from the way he’s babying you, but you had urges.

“just for a little bit.” your voice is so quiet it cracks a little, leaning into his hand. “dont want you to hit me too hard anyway.”

peter sighs out his nose pensively. “but what if i do? what if i hit you too hard by accident and then — what — you’re scared of me.” he deflates, still keeping his voice fairly quiet whilst relaying his stress on the subject.

“you wont. i trust you and we can just try it out. it would make me feel good.” you shrug, trying to keep it light and casual but he’s sighing again, taking his hands off you to scratch his temple.

“i don’t know.” he responds, hushed and your face falls a little — feeling embarrassed that you even asked.

“then you don’t have to do it peter. it’s okay.” you offer him a wavering smile that was meant to look reassuring and take the time to hop off the counter to walk away — but before you even take one step he quickly stops you, pressing his body up against yours as he ushers you back against the counter top.

“no, no.” his voice is just above a whisper, eyes a little more pleading than before. “i wanna make you feel good.” just like that his hand is back stroking your soft cheek again and you can tell he’s envisioning delivering a slap to the spot, trying to feel it out. “i…will hit you a couple of times. we’ll try it out. i think… for now… i’m not gonna be mean to you. just yet. it won’t sound right it’ll be all unnatural and weird and… yeah. that’s my compromise. does that… work?” he furrows his eyebrows and you smile. the sight of you physically deflating doesn’t go amiss to him, like he’d just taken weight off your shoulders. he likes how that feels.

so, soon — he has you kneeling between his legs at the foot of the bed. he’s holding you still with one gentle hand before counting you in and giving you harsh little smacks with the other. you look all wrecked and clammy with tears crowding beneath your eyes but god do you look blissed out, hanging onto his every word and drinking up his praise like you were parched.

“there you go. took that so well sweetheart. i’m… proud of you, okay? want another one baby?” he’s getting a little breathless and worked up from seeing you in this state too, cock straining against his work pants.

“‘nother.” you softly beg out, slurred and spitty.

“alright, 3,2,1.” he counts you in and smacks a little harder making you whine, his thumb soothing over the burn instantly. “mm, yeah. ‘that a good one baby?”

“mmph.” you nod. maybe he could get used to this.

[mokulule]

”Jason, look at me!!”

I started this last year for Dead on MAYn day 3 for the prompt “Jason and Danny get stuck in a coffin together”, but I never got to a point where I was really happy with it then, but I took another crack at it yesterday and here we are 👏 (we're doing the Dead on MAYn event again this year check it out here)

Also I wanted to just write a little scene to go with this but ended up with an entire oneshot: Jason groaned as he slowly came to. Fuck, his head hurt. Apparently Jason Todd also needed to wear a helmet these days. Something plush was pushing against his shoulders, and he couldn’t quite straighten them properly.

Also something, or rather somebody was lying on him. That was a head on his chest, and legs tangled with his own. If not for the fact he could feel them breathing they could have been dead.

What in the world was going on?

Opening his eyes did nothing. It was completely dark. He reached up with his hands and all too soon they hit plush satiny fabric. Jason froze.

No.

It couldn’t be.

Desperately, he felt all around the ceiling of the too small padded box he was in. He couldn’t think about what it actually was. Because it couldn’t be! He pushed and nothing gave. No no no. This couldn’t happen. Not again.

Jason couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe! He wheezed desperately pulling in air. Was he already out of oxygen? Bright dots swam in his vision. His heart pounded in his ears too loud in the silence.

He had to get out before it was too late!

He punched and pounded and scratched. But there was too little room. He couldn’t get a proper grip. Despair was like shadowy claws around his neck dragging him down. He was going to die here. He’d escaped once, but this time the coffin would keep him. Buried, slowly asphyxiating, consumed by worms and maggots, until there was nothing left.

“Jason, look at me!!” A glowing face suddenly pushed right up in front of him.

Jason stared in shock at the green eyed apparition.

“Hey,” the voice was softer this time and he felt cool gloved hands holding his head, thumbs gently rubbing the skin near his temples. “Are you with me now, Jason?”

Jason blinked, and suddenly the glowing face turning into vaguely familiar features.

“Danny?” Jason croaked. His throat hurt! Had he been screaming without even realizing?

Danny’s features softened into a smile. “Yeah it’s me. With a glow up, but still me.”

Jason did not know Danny very well, but he’d liked him well enough. He wondered hysterically if Tim knew the WE engineer he’d assigned to help Jason with the community center project could do this.

“Jason breathe with me.” He demonstrated with a deep breath that pressed their chests together.

Slowly, Jason took a deep breath and blew it out. There were less spots in his vision now.

“That’s it. Deep breaths. We’re okay.”

Jason shook his head. “Gonna run out of air.”

“No we’re not. We’re moving Jason, can you feel that? We’re in a car.”

And now that Danny had pointed it out he could feel the slight irregular trembling signifying they were driving slowly.

Jason nodded not trusting his voice. He glanced away, angry at himself for being weak and not realizing, for panicking over nothing - only to see the padded insides of the coffin reflecting blue-green in Danny’s light, his breath hitched. Quickly, he forced himself to look only at Danny - ethereal, glowing Danny with white starlight hair, beautiful and looking untouchable like a mirage, except he was pressed right against Jason, solid, but cool like a gust of wind on a warm day. And okay yeah, Jason could focus on Danny.

Danny blew cool air into Jason’s face in a sigh of relief, leaning his forehead on Jason’s and relaxing his body more fully onto Jason. He closed his eyes.

“You’re okay.” And this time it felt like he was reassuring himself.

Jason let his cramping grip on the plush ceiling go and hesitantly moved them to rest against Danny’s back, rubbing slightly in a hopefully soothing manner. The smooth fabric was skintight and didn’t leave anything to the imagination, a big difference from the loose graphic Tee-cardigan combo he’d worn the couple of times they’d met to discuss the project including today. Jason felt his cheeks warm.

“Not how I wanted to get into close quarters with you,” Danny huffed a breathless little laugh and moved back a few inches, enough that Jason could meet his half-lidded eyes.

“You wanted to get into close quarters with me?” Jason felt embarrassed by how rusty his voice was and swallowed thickly. He’d not even realized or considered Danny could have any interest in him.

Danny’s teeth flashed white in a sharp smile and his eyebrows - somehow still black - did a silly little wiggle. Jason couldn’t help his amused huff.

“Sure did - do. Maybe somewhere a bit less traumatizing for the both of us?”

Jason’s breath hitched as he remembered just what their situation was. “I think I’d like that.”

Danny looked dumbfounded at him for a moment as if he couldn’t believe Jason would actually want to spend time with him. When Jason was the one who couldn’t believe Danny wanted to spend time with him.

“Well,” Danny said clearing his throat. His cheeks took on a green tint, was he blushing? “Maybe I should see if they prepared to capture a ghost or the coffin was incidental then?”

“What?”

“I can maybe get us out.”

“You couldn’t have lead with that?!”

“I was a bit distracted!” With Jason panicking, he didn’t have to say and Jason immediately felt bad. “Also this thing is doing a number on me. I kinda just-“ His jaw opened in a big sudden yawn, before continuing- “wanna go to sleep.”

He shook his head as if to clear it. “I don’t really want to think about what would have happened had you not been here.”

And yeah, while very different, the idea of just falling asleep in here was chilling and not one Jason wanted to even contemplate.

“Alright do it then.”

Danny’s eyes snapped to Jason startled, as if he’d been lost in thought - or about to fall asleep. “Do what?”

“See if you can get us out of here.”

“Oh right. One second, gonna check if the coast is clear.” And with that Danny’s head disappeared and his upper body shifted, so that Jason could have imagined him sticking his head through the lid of the coffin if it’d been visible… Ghost indeed. It was only a moment and Danny was back inside and looking much more awake.

“They have us in a hearse. I suppose that’s one way to transport a coffin inconspicuously. But why? A crate in a truck would have done just as well?”

“Danny, if you can get us out of here, I’d appreciate it now.”

“Of course! just hang on.”

Jason didn’t let that be said twice. He tightened his grip around Danny’s back and next thing he knew the most curious liquid cool sensation came over him and the coffin moved forward without them. Jason only barely saw the white ceiling of the hearse before they were outside in Gotham’s familiar smoggy air. Danny righted them and flew up a bit higher.

“Do you wanna follow? We’re invisible right now, they won’t be able to see us.”

What Jason wanted was to go back to his apartment and take a shower until he ran out of hot water, maybe interrogate Danny a bit because what the fuck, and then maybe figure out if Danny’s green blush went down further.

But Jason needed to figure out who did this, who put Jason in a fucking coffin again - and then try to resist putting them in a coffin.

-

It turned out it was Two-Face. Of course… It was Jason Todd who was targeted not Red Hood, which meant Bruce was the real target. Two-Face was on the outs with Harvey, so he wanted to hurt Bruce to hurt Harvey. It was just Jason’s luck he’d recently officially come back to life, giving Two-Face a lovely target to hurt Bruce.

He couldn’t even have been targeted for his own sake; Jason felt so tired. And poor Danny had just been pulled along as collateral.

It was funny at least to see their faces when they opened the still locked coffin only to find it empty. Didn’t make up for the experience, but he’d take what he could get.

“Should we take care of them?” Danny whispered, from where he’d resorted to just holding Jason’s hand to keep them both invisible and floating.

Jason shook his head no. Bruce could clean up his own mess.

“Let’s just go back.”

-

Back in the building that would one day soon be renovated and turned into a community center, they managed to find both their phones, just tossed aside carelessly.

Jason took a moment to send Bruce a text to update him on the Two-Face situation and tell him to deal with it before someone else got kidnapped. He slipped the phone into a pocket ignoring the vibration as it instantly started to ring. Jason smiled grimly and turned around to face Danny-

Danny who was back to his messy black hair and loose clothing. The graphic Tee that had a cartoon ghost and the words “who ghost there?” underneath, made so much more sense now. He looked up at Jason from under his fringe uncertainly. Shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“So, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about the whole…” He vaguely indicated himself with a wave of his hand.

Jason rolled his eyes because that really went without saying. Danny had a lot of explaining to do, but first- Jason grabbed Danny’s hand and tugged him along.

“Come on Spooky, let’s find some less traumatic close quarters.”

The startled squeak made Jason smile.

-

I didn't expect the story to go that direction, it was much more angsty when I was drawing the picture, but this was the story that wanted to be told today. Besides a story in which they were in a ghost proof coffin would take longer to tell XD Gonna let this rest for a week or two then give it an edit before putting it on Ao3.

[transformers-spike]

Continuation of my previous ask...but like..

What if Soundwave's human eventually opens up enough that they're actually a bit of a chatterbox with the cons they're comfortable with, and Soundwave doesn't mind at all because it's a welcomed distraction from Starscream's nonsense. Hell even Megatron himself doesn't mind to much since they have had a positive impact on Soundwave's overall well-being

One day while Soundwave is working at his usual spot in the bridge, Megs and some other high ranking cons are plotting their next moves against the autobots and Soundwave's human is quietly chattering away to Soundwave perched on his shoulder, Megs doesn't mind since he knows Soundwave is ALWAYS paying attention to everything around him and is an excellent multitasker and the human isn't being loud anyway

Starscream on the other hand...just can't manage to wait another five minutes for the plotting to be done with, and does the whole "oh do you ever shut up with your incessant word vomit?!"

Cue dead silence. Cue the human going deep depressive mode. Cue everyone taking a step or three away from Starscream. Even Megs. Literally everyone clearing out the way between Soundwave and Starscream.

If everyone thought he was creepy and scary already...well now they're about to find out how he is when he's actually pissed off.

Ohohohohoho wowwww I assume the human is talking just low enough not to be particularly bothersome. Just chattering at him, being as happy as can be. They're really his emotional support animal whom he enjoys very much. It's still a messed up "ah yes this sentient creature is my pet" bond - but it's pretty cute if you look at it right if Starscream does this, he knowsss he fucked up. He was sick of the constant background noise and too tired to deal with it anymore, so he ordered the inferior flesh thing to shut up. And now it's finally hitting him that... maybe it wasn't the best idea Now, I don't believe Soundwave would mop the floor with Starscream just for fucking up the progress he made with his pet. But he'll definitely intimidate Starscream (he can probably do that by just standing there). He's more subtle in his torment, making Starscream's life in the Nemesis harder by reporting every little thing he does wrong to Megatron Soundwave plays the waiting game, and he always excels at it

[vad-hander]

MY SURGICAL SOULMATE

pairing: Johnny Suh x reader

genre: hospital!au, fluff, smut, some light angst, co-workers to lovers, Johnny is a doctor, y/n is a nurse, happy ending

warnings: language, sexual content (sex in a hospital, nipple play, unprotected penetration, thigh riding), mentions of surgeries and emergencies (nothing graphic)

words: 9k

synopsis: you have a perfect synergy with Johnny, whether it's you two matching each other professionally in OR or giving each other exactly what you need in bed. You click with each other in every aspect of your life and after one of your successful shifts together you realise you're ready to ask Johnny for the next step. Johnny's answer, though, flips around your outlook on the future of your relationship

______

You stepped into the hospital cafeteria, the scent of freshly brewed coffee immediately hitting your nose, mingling with the faint scent of antiseptic that seemed to always linger in the air anywhere you went within the building.

It was early morning, chatter of nurses and doctors filing the area despite the early hour, creating the backdrop for a very long shift ahead of you. As you entered, you spotted Johnny sitting at a corner table, a steaming cup of coffee in hand and a playful smirk on his face. He had already spotted you at the entrance, and by the look on his face he wanted you to join him.

“Hey there, early bird!” he called out, the teasing was palpable in the tone of his voice. He gestured for you to join him and you let him know with your gestures that you'll get the order and walk right to him. You ordered an iced americano, as you've already had your daily portion of wake-up coffee at home. Your eyes focused on Johny's cup of obviously hot beverage.

“Hey, sleep-deprived night owl,” you teased as you slid into the chair across from him. The warmth of his smile made your heart flutter in a non-colleague way. You shook the feeling away, taking a sip of the sweating drink in your hand. “Night shift?“

“Uh-huh, and about to rock through another one of those tonight. You?” he asked, sipping on a cup of just black coffee. Knowing Johnny, you were sure he asked for a quadruple shot of espresso or something like that to add to his drink. Johnny needed all the caffeine in the world after a night shift. You knew that like no one else did and more importantly you were absolutely on his side with that one.

“I got here 20 minutes ago. Night shift tonight, tho.” you added the second sentence with nonchalance so fake, you were actually embarrassed to look Johnny in the eyes for a second. You were sure he read through you already.

"Guess tonight won't be much of a torturous night, then.” both his brows raised as a suggestive smile adorned his face. You were supposed to keep your face straight. You even tried to force the corners of your lips downwards - it didn't help. You put your lips around the straw and looked at the table, leaving Johnny's words to hang in the air.

“Any important plans for today? Save a few lives? Go on a coffee run?” he asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes letting you know he didn't actually expect any response from you. His main goal was to make you smug, and he succeeded, ready to move on with his small talk.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your coffee. “A bit of both, I think. And definitely saving you from another awful cup of cafeteria coffee. I'll make sure to get you Paik's during the break.”

“Oh, I kinda was developing a taste for this dark substance,” he replied, feigning pain in his chest. ”You're the best, tho. I'll appreciate that.”

You smiled, basking in the easy banter that danced between you. "I hope I'll be able to appreciate your payback also." you took it a small step further, sinking in his proud smile. Johnny always appreciated people that were able to match him - whether it was in the OR or at the cafeteria or in his bed. You had enough time to learn that and bring him occasional satisfaction with your comebacks in all the right situations.

As the sun beamed through the ceiling window, landing on the side of Johnny's face, your brain couldn't help but fantasize. Moments like these, when the Gods above or some other power allowed you two to just sit and chat, have a little break before surgery calls and emergency after another emergency come one after another, these moments of just the two of you felt like a precious gift for you.

You watched Johnny take a sip from his cup, not being able to stop yourself from imagining how mornings like this could be a very normal routine for you two. How coffee dates before shifts, your laughter in unison echoing against the walls of the hospital can be your norm. How instead of coming in separately, you could just get to the hospital in one car, walking around with your fingers intertwined, giving support to each other. Having lunches together, leaving for coffee breaks with your team, having Johnny on your side. Taking the scrubs off at the end of a long day and basking in each other's presence until you're ready to go back home and hold each other in your sleep. You envisioned weekends spent in cozy cafes, playful debates over which pastry was superior, lazy afternoons where you would curl up together with books, both of you lost in the words, but still making sure to give each other a little sweet touch.

But for now, this was all just a dream, a fantasy tucked away in the depths of your heart. You merely smiled as you enjoyed the present moment. You maybe were taking the slowest baby steps in history of baby steps towards this life, but given your insane schedules, you were moving with super speed. As long as Johnny found comfort in you - you were happy, because he was your comfort. For the past year he's been all that and more. Gentle, polite, understanding and caring. Love and all those relationship things, duh, they obviously lacked - but if he chose you every time for a whole damn year, it's pretty clear those things could also come. With time.

Suddenly, the intercom crackled to life, cutting through your reverie. “Attention all staff. Code Blue in the ICU. All available personnel, please report immediately.”

The lighthearted atmosphere shattered, replaced by the urgency that came with the call to action. You exchanged a glance with Johnny, both of you instantly shifting into work mode.

“Looks like we’re up,” he said, standing and offering you a hand. You grabbed onto it, as he pulled you to stand. As you wondered if he'd maybe planned to drag you by the hand, he let go and grabbed both his phone and wallet.

You also collected your belongings, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you rushed toward the ICU. The two of you moved around the hospital sharing glances as you navigated through the chaotic environment. You had spent countless hours together, and the unspoken understanding between you was palpable. You could anticipate each other's movements and were about to prove that on a patient. Every shared look and gesture felt like a language of its own as you worked in unison your magic. People in your ward knew that you were like a perfectly tuned mechanism when it was about an emergency, they found pleasure watching your duo get work done with high professionalism.

Johnny's fingers pressed against the elevator button about twenty times at once, you held your breath, only taking one in as the door finally opened.

As you arrived at the patient’s side, you fell into the rhythm of the urgency around you. Johnny getting you to work the second he got to the patients bed.

“Y/n, can you stabilise the airway?” Johnny asked, glancing over at you standing at the bedside. “We need to intubate immediately.”

“Yes, Dr. Suh. I’m on it.” you replied, your hands steady as you prepared the intubation kit, the familiarity of the routine comforting your brains in this chaos. More nurses ran into the ward, ready to provide immediate help. Nurse Kim forced passersby out of the ward, stopping people from peaking. Nurse Kang stood with panic in her eyes, moving her head at the exchange between you and Johnny.

“Make sure we have the suction ready,” Johnny instructed, his eyes never leaving the patient. “Their breathing is shallow, and we need to clear any obstructions fast.”

“Got it,” you said, your voice steady. You glanced at the monitor. “Heart rate is dropping—currently at 40 bpm.”

Johnny’s brow furrowed. "Grab an epinephrine syringe. We need to get the heart rate up.” Johnny addressed nurse Kang, Seulgi seemed to be affected by the emergency, not giving a reaction to what Johnny said. “Nurse Kang, prep the epinephrine!” he called out with a bark. She finally unfroze and rushed to get the adrenaline. Johnny seeing her in action turned his focus back to you. “Nurse Y/N, how's it going with the airway?” the tone of his voice got back to collected steadiness.

“I’m almost there, just a few more seconds,” you replied, your voice also steady, Johnny's presence and confidence in what you were doing gave you enough to stay calm. Seulgi was on her 6th month of work - if you were her, you'd probably also freeze at the sight. You made a mental note to comfort her afterward - Johnny wasn't a villain - he just wanted people on his team to put in work to save his patients.

“Make sure to keep the head tilted back and chin lifted. Let’s get the tube in hand,” he instructed, positioning himself near you - to assist if necessary.

With a deep breath, you inserted the laryngoscope, carefully visualizing the airway. “I have a clear view. Preparing to place the tube,” you said, your focus unwavering.

“Good work, now do it smoothly,” he coached, instinctively placing a hand on your shoulder for support. “Let's start with just one smooth motion” his fingers dropped from the shoulder down to your waist. You felt a wave of heat run over your body. Johnny didn't really make moves on you during work or generally in public. This felt weird and out of place despite making you all flushed. You shook his hand off before anyone noticed.

You shook his hand off because he was making your hands unsteady, and you weren't about to risk someone's life because of a man.

“Got it,” you affirmed, reassuring yourself as you advanced the tube into position. With a practiced motion, you secured it and connected the ventilator. “The tube is in place and confirmed. Starting ventilation.” you vocalised your actions like you were in the OR a very handy habit when you worked in a team.

“Excellent,” Johnny said, glancing at the monitors as they began to stabilize. “Ventilation settings are good—let’s keep an eye on those vitals. How are we looking?”

“Heart rate is rising—now at 60 bpm,” you reported, relief washing over your voice.

“Good!” Johnny instructed your colleague as you cleaned up the mess you made in a rush, not focusing on his instruction.

“Fluids are going in.” you announced.

Johnny nodded, pride evident in his tone. “We’re not done yet, Y/N. Prepare to move to surgery. They're not stable enough to hold here.”

You looked up at him, and the intensity in his gaze confused you. “Sure, Dr. Suh.”

“Okay, nurse Kang. Prepare the surgery room!” Johnny commanded. You realised he wasn't addressing you.

-

It was a long and intense surgery, but the two of you proved once again what it meant to be compatible colleagues, each of you knowing exactly what the other needed without having to say a word. It was in moments like these that you felt truly alive—adrenaline pumping blood in your chest, the connection deepening between you and Johnny with every passing moment.

When the surgery was over, you were dragged into another one right after you sat your butt down for a break. Right after your daily nurse routine you were once again in OR because quote - Johnny could only bare another surgery for the day with you in his OR. He was tired and mad over his previous surgery, he needed you for things to go smoothly. And you could never say no to that. You were a sucker for being needed by Johnny Suh.

So when that surgery was finally over, you felt a rush of relief wash over you. You stepped out into the quiet of the hallway, your shoulders unwinding as the tension lifted. You were finally, hopefully, free for the night. You found yourself back in the staff lounge, settling onto the well-loved couch in the corner of the room. You were hoping to have a calm rest of the night, just fall asleep and wake up in the morning, when you'll be dismissed to go on your merry way. But first, sleep.

“Insane day, huh?” Johnny quipped, leaning back against the couch, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. You've dreamed of moving somewhere calm for the past three years, but you had exactly the same face expression. You were exhausted, but you were happy with the work you've done today.

You chuckled, the exhaustion hanging in the air “Yeah, one more not that bad of a day in our ridiculous ward. You were great in OR,” you replied, warmth flooding your chest as you felt Johnny fold and rest his head in your lap. You touched his shoulder, your fingers running over his arm in a soothing motion, swallowing a gasp as your fingers trailed his bicep. It felt like saving people made his muscles grow bigger by night.

“Thanks, but what makes me look great is a good team. Today has proved once again I can only trust you in this hospital.” he said, his tone sincere, something lingered behind his eyes that made your heart flutter.

"Shush." you covered his mouth with your palm.

"Should I confess?" he moved your palm away, gripping onto your fingers and you gave him a barely-there nod. You were expecting some sort of banter out of his mouth. "My 48-hour shift kinda washed away by your magic touch. If you want to-." he sat up, changing his position so he'd sit facing you. Johnny's palm cupped your face, and as he caressed your lower lip with his thumb - all tiredness washed away from your body also. "I could close my payment for today's Paik's?" you opened your mouth to shoot some flirtiness back at him, but his thumb was in front of your mouth and you simply gave his finger a lick instead of an answer.

Johnny pulled you onto his lap within the same moment and smashed his mouth against yours. Fear of being interrupted either by another blue code or a colleague made your mouths move faster. As Johnny got you onto his lap, your mouths already were exploring each other's tongue. His fingers raised the scrubs up your body with a confident movement, he had no time and energy for teasing.

Johnny's focused gaze sent a flutter through your chest as his fingers danced across your breasts, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as he approached your nipples with his tongue, bending his back in a ridiculous angle. His lips grazed your tender skin, fanning his breath over previously touched areas, making arousal drown your panties.

Johnny's mouth continuously send rushes of pleasure through your body, washing away post-OR tension. He knew damn well nipple play made your body relaxed, helped you to unwind and forget about blood and bruises you saw behind that door. Johnny made sure he could ease you down even in the shortest time he was given. Today and always.

His mouth was soft yet firm, knowing just how to coax pleasure from your body. Your nipples peaked under his touch, responding to his action. Johnny's tongue suddenly felt cold as blood rushed to your sensitive bud. As Johnny worked his mouth over your chest, your thighs subconciously rubbed against his. You felt the bulge in his pants grow heavier, making it harder for you to keep the pace and keep at least a small fracture of your brain sane. You felt like you could quite literally rub both of you to release.

Johnny whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Just relax, let me take care of you." You gripped onto his shoulder, you loved it so much when Johnny was caring for you like that. You loved so much how he paid attention to your bodies' response. You slowed down with your hips, allowing him to take the lead in your pleasure. Johnny sucked in your nipple, your nails gripping onto his nape. His tongue played with the swollen bud, while his lips were giving pleasurous pressure. You tilted your head backwards, enjoying the care Johnny was giving you.

You loved all the things he did to you and for you, but for a funny reason it never crossed your mind to tell him that out loud. Tell him you loved him taking care of you. You loved that he cared. You loved him. God, this was such a forbidden territory. And absolutely unrequited also. The only reason you held back in talking feelings, was Johnny's absolute indifference for such a topic. And also because you never before felt that determined to have him as your boyfriend.

Johnny's mouth moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern. The sensation was exquisite to you, and it took your breath away and made you think even more how you genuinely never let him know how you felt about him besides fucking. How you never told him that recently you were in extra good mood whenever you had a shift together. How him not replying to your messages was driving you insane. You only told him praises when he was balls deep inside of you. You told him how good he felt only when his tongue was drawing eights over your folds.

He never did that either, but in the very moment it felt like the most insane realisation - you and Johnny did not appreciate enough each other in your ordinary life. You felt an inching wish to change that inside of your heart now.

You tried to block in your head the fact you almost never communicated or met outside the hospital. By almost you actually meant never, because you were trying frantically to remember when you saw him last in his casual clothes outside hospital walls and the answer was nearing to a never. Maybe you just couldn't remember in the moment, your focus on Johnny present in front of you. His attention shifted to the other breast and it was hard for you to focus on anything. Your only focus were Johnny's lips, skimming across your skin, making you melt in him completely. It was as though he had put in effort into studying the intricacies of your body every time he saw you naked, you were convinced he mastered the delicate balance of pleasure and anticipation you enjoyed.

Johnny murmured, his voice low and husky. "Your body is incredible." You looked down at him, your eyes meeting.

Johnny smiled at you, licking into your mouth for a brief moment. His arm wrapped your waist, lifting you with just an arm to pull your pants down with the free one. Your arms were in his line of vision, trying to hold onto his face and lick into his mouth, while Johnny worked hard to return the kiss, but also tried to free himself from the material of his own pants.

As he was able to do so, you felt his cock spring up against your thigh. Your fingers wrapped around him blindly, your hand working him with just enough pressure to make it pleasurous for him. You smoothed pre-cum over his length, Johnny's mouth making a puffing sound as you squeezed your fingers around the tip. He didn't need your stimulation, he was hard and heavy in your grip as you continued.

You had no intention on stroking him for long, you needed Johnny inside of you immediately, rising to your knees and guiding him to your entrance. As you teasingly slid him against your wet folds, covering him in your juices, you almost lost balance at how good even that small action felt. Johnny gripped onto your waist, holding you in place as you continued to torture both of you.

You lined him up with yourself - letting go of him to wrap your arms around his neck and make your mouths also line up. Johnny moved his second arm to your waist - gripping onto you before you were ready to take him inside of you. Your mouth opened, you took your tongue out and licked Johnny's mouth, sinking down at the same time.

His arms immediately rearranged, helping you up and down his length in the pace that felt comfortable to kick off the intercourse. He did make you wrap around him pretty tightly with no stretching beforehand, but he was a little too obsessed with that feeling and you loved seeing his eyes roll back in pleasure. Johnny allowed for you to adjust, before he smashed you against him, as his patience wore thin and his wish of chasing his high overpowered everything else. Your mouths continued teasing each other, licking and sucking, adding up to the pleasure that was building where you connected.

Johnny's arm moved to your face, his fingers holding your face in place, as he lifted his hips up to meet you halfway, making sure he's able to watch your eyes roll to the back of your head with each thrust of his hips.

You came up with a rhythm, moving in unison, your hips making a motion towards him in circles, Johnny meeting you halfway with a nasty slap of skin on skin. His arms moved positions once again, gripping onto your butt cheeks. You knew he needed to make sure you were feeling all of him, he needed to fill you up completely, make sure that he angled you right, making sure that he was hitting your uterus.

"Fuck, Johnny." you moaned as he let go of your body, resulting in him nestling deep inside of you. You felt immediate pressure in your lower stomach, grabbing Johnny's now free hand before he began to move again. You pressed his palm over your pelvis, knowing for sure he could feel himself pressing inside you from here. The pressure in your stomach was borderline uncomfortable, but you would endure it for hours, knowing how badly it send Johnny into oblivion.

"Fuck." Johnny moaned, making a little move, keeping the hand accurately on the same spot. You lifted yourself up, sinking down in the same angle and feeling exactly the same pressure as before, Johnny's hand holding on to your abdomen to make sure he didn't imagine the feeling. You sure knew he didn't, he felt that handful of times, but every time his sex drive was through the roof after feeling himself squeezing down your organs. "Fuck." he repeated himself and moved.

"You're filling me up so good, Johnny, no one does it like you. You are so fucking perfect. God." you moaned in his ear. Your heart pacing like you needed to get in ICU.

_

Schedules worked in a funny way. It's been a week since the last time you've had a shift with Johnny and you missed him terribly. Right when you wanted to talk with him about your relationship and ew, feelings, you were separated. Almost like gods above told you to reconsider your decisions. But who were you to listen to advice.

The week helped you realise and reconsider - you needed to confess, you needed him to know, otherwise what was the point of this relationship? If Johnny wanted you in that way, he should be wanting you in other ways too. Or else, maybe you should annul the arrangement? The mere thought made your palms sweat. You had 7 very determined evenings to work out within your system whether you loved the man for sex or you loved the man because you loved him. You were certain it's not true love - but a very nearing experience at least. You had to if not confess - at least ask him about his feelings. Both of you have been virtuous in ignoring any and all sorts of conversation that would have you two making any sort of agreements and and any conclusions about this thing you were in. You were busy, Johnny, probably, even more so than you. There was no urgency to sit down and consider your feelings. Until the very recent week, obviously.

The day finally fell upon you. You clocked in, seeing Johnny's name two rows above yours as you filled in the needed paper work. You were back at the hospital for another night shift with Johnny. While the fact brought thrill down to your core, your feelings pressed heavier in your chest, washing away all excitement. You feigned confidence in front of a mirror in the elevator, but seeing his name so close to yours made it hard for you to swallow, drawing out scenarios of you bringing up the topic.

You weren't scared. You were purely nervous because you were either about to become a very happy taken woman or get your heart broken by the hottest man you've ever met. And being heartbroken at work wasn't on your list of to-do things for today. Or ever.

You glanced over at Johnny through the glass door, he was engrossed in a case file, the familiar warmth curling in your stomach despite the nerves. His handsome features focused and determined, as the patient continued their story, probably giving Dr. Suh details on their symptoms. You couldn't hear through the door. Johnny moved his gaze back on the patient, his head nodding rhythmically, while the nurse next to him wrote down a few things into the patient's file.

Johnny moved his eyes to the door - probably noticing a figure standing for a long while with no movement and wanting to shush them away. You raised your hand up, giving him a little wave as a hello. Johnny gave you a wink, his smile showing off his perfect teeth. As his eyes lowered back to the patient, the smile faded, his mind going back to work mode.

You bit onto your lip and walked away. Johnny wouldn't break your heart. He clearly has a thing for you, too. You convinced yourself, mood rising up with a click of your finger. Walking on that cloud of confidence, you felt like nothing could bring you down today. Not even those scheduled back to back surgeries.

“Been a little while since we had a shift together.“ Johnny bumped his shoulder with yours, giving you a little shock as he approached you from the back. "Thought you weren't big on the wending machine coffee?" he questioned your choice as you leaned to get the cup from the machine.

"Beggers can't be choosers." you took a sip and crinkled your face. "Nurse Kim had to leave early, something happened with her son at school, no one could cover for her. Automatically I had to take care of both her and mine patients. No time for a coffee run." you walked away from the machine with Johnny by your side.

His hand fell onto your shoulder, you raised your head to see his face - what was the intention behind that touch? There wasn't any, you could tell by his face. Just a neutral smile plastered on his face. "I seem to be quite free tonight. Want me to help with left patients? Or I could run to get you a coffee."

"Can't make a doctor do the nurses job." you couldn't even imagine Johnny putting drippers for patients. It's not like he can't, but you were sure chief of your ward would get you fired the same moment he sees Johnny do your job.

"Okay-" Johnny clearly wanted to suggest the coffee run.

"Also can't make a doctor run errands for me. Thank you, though." If he was the boyfriend, though-. You wouldn't mind him doing that.

"Think of this as me running for a coffee for myself. I also haven't had a good drink because of you." His lips made a little pout, and you couldn't hold back a thought how kissable those lips looked.

Your brains fogged and you agreed immediately. You can't say no to a Johnny that begged to take care of you. "If that's the case. I'll have an iced Americano. I'll transfer you the money, thanks."

Johnny's mouth got closer to your ear. "It's okay if you'll pay me back with the payment I usually make. You're on the night shift, right?" his brows raised in a playful manner.

"i am, but I also may be dead tired after tonight." you raised your brows matter of factly. You weren't sure you'd be able to give him anything tonight, if he won't ask for cuddles. And he won't ask for that.

"I'll ask for 5 shots of espresso, then, for your drink" you chuckled, Johnny letting go of you, speeding up to get the coffee. "Wait, did you also not have any lunch?" you shook your head a no. "What would you do without me?" he shook his head dissaprovingly and walked off, making your heart tremble.

"Are you the nurse?" an old lady asked you, taking you out of the trance.

"I am." you gave her a nod, the brows furrowing confused.

"My neighbour snores so loud I can't even-" you began to nod, walking the lady away from the corridor.

-

"Special delivery for the best nurse in this hospital!" Johnny announced, not even 30 minutes later. You were filling in some patients files, other personnel minding their business next to you, before Johnny's voice silenced all the other noises in the corridor.

"Who would that be?" Nurse Lee smirked, you wondered if she hoped that was her.

Johnny snorted, laying his palm firmly on your shoulder. "My surgical soulmate, obviously." You wondered if someone in the hospital had a clue about the nature of this relationship. Besides truly being totally compatible work-wise, of coruse.

"Thank you." you smiled, not paying much attention to the man. You were hoping he'll put the coffee cup next to you and leave. But he didn't and you had to actually raise your head to see. "What's that?" your brow furrowed.

"Special delivery?" he smiled teasingly. You wondered what was up with this sudden burst of friendly affection in public. Did he miss you? Did he also had a change of his heart and wanted you two to date?

"Yeah?" you nudged him to continue that sentence.

"You didn't get to have your lunch, I brought you lunch." he announced loud enough for the personnel surrounding you to hear that, also adding in a brow movement. I'm a very nice man, you see.

You clearly felt astonished. That did not sound like Johnny at all “You did?“

“Well. One more question and it's going back with me." he jerked back a little with a threat. You didn't feel like risking your food. You straightened your back and looked at him with polite eyes.

"Thank you, doctor Suh." you made up a smile and reached for the bag in his hold. With utter respect for the man in front of you, you reached with both your hands firmly, adding a little bow as you expected him to let go of the bag and let you finish work in peace. You had to make sure people noticed the two of you being strictly professional, surgical soulmates. And surgical being the main word, underlined three times.

Johnny pulled the bag closer to himself and made you unsteady on your feet. "Nuh-uh. I have a feeling you won't take off to eat right this second and the food needs to be eaten right now."

"What's in there?" You let go of the bag completely.

"Come with me, I'll let you see." Johnny gifted you a smirk and you flushed. Your eyes ran over the room, people already losing their peak interest in this conversation and carrying on with their duties. Good, because if you were reading between the lines correctly, Johnny was suggesting sex. Even before the sun set? He can't be serious.

You voiced out your concern "Huh?" you cackled flabbergasted.

"Come." Johnny gestured and grabbed your elbow, walking you somewhere else. His office, you later worked out. Johnny locked the door and you started to doubt even more, whether or not he wanted to make sure you ate at all.

Johnny walked over to the table, placing the bag there. As he walked out of the way you also noticed the promised coffee cup.

"You could've just texted that the coffee's at your office."

"And would've waited for you to take it for hours. I needed to summon you right now." Johnny talked with his back to you, until he plopped on the couch, spreading his legs in an unmannered way and looking at you. Was he inviting you?

"For sex?" you asked straightforward. You had no time to tip-toe around the topic. Johnny made a low giggle like you were the most ridiculous person he knew.

"Jesus, for food. I brought you dongaseu, you definitely have to eat it now before it gets soggy." he had a point.

But also, how the fuck did he know you liked dongaseu? "How did you pick what to get?" you asked, walking closer to his table. Your fingers quickly undoing the knot on the bag to dig in.

"You had it maybe 80% of the times we had lunch at the cafeteria?"

"I did?" you looked at his face. If he cared to remember something like that, he'd probably considered you as someone he cared for. If you were someone he cared for, didn't that mean asking him for a next step was a given? Doesn't that mean that maybe now, is the perfect timing?

You sat down, taking food out of the bag and opening boxes. You took a sip of your coffee to have a little energy burst and looked at Johnny who leaned his head against the wall, dozing off into the ceiling.

"I wanted to talk with you." you started off from afar.

"Yeah?" Johnny focused his eyes on you, the tone of his voice soft.

"You know, how w-." a knock on the door interrupted your words. The handle shook a few times from behind that door.

"Doctor Suh?" one more knock. Johnny quickly moved over to the door, unlocking it and blocking the view of who the person was. "The patient, we admitted him today in ward 23?"

"Yeah?" the tone of his voice completely different to the way he asked you.

"He asks for your immediate presence." you could hear the panic in the nurses' voice.

"What happened?" Johnny was unmoved by her stress. Collected and even a little annoyed, you'd say.

"I don't know, he doesn't tell us. He asks for you, he seems out of his mind?" you pressed your nails into your palm to keep your mouth shut. You really had a wish to step in and help. If you would've brought a doctor every time a patient threw a tantrum, you would've been jobless by now.

"Can’t you deal with a patient yourself?" the woman stuttered in reply, Johnny sighed. "I'm coming in a second." he turned back at you, but didn't say a thing, looking back out the door. "You can go. I said I'll come in a second."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Thank you." she bowed out and disappeared.

"Shit." Johnny cursed under his breath, looking at you. You probably looked disturbed, you were ready to drop the food and be of help with your entire being. "I'll come back, just wait for me here, okay?"

"It's okay. I'll come another t-."

"No, hold on to that conversation. I'll return." You swallowed a smile, giving him a nod. "Lock yourself from the inside, just in case anyone wants to bother your lunch." you nodded once again, locking the door a moment after Johnny left the room.

You quickly finished off your meal, sipping on coffee, your back resting against the couch. You weren't big on sleeping during day time even with your hectic schedule but the couch at Johnny's office always had that special power of lulling you. You rested your head on the headrest and maybe you could blame food coma for this, maybe it was just your tired body - you closed your eyes and fell into a sweet dream. Your mind took to your -you hoped- nearest future. You hanging out on this very couch when you had some time for a break. Your body wrapped in Johnny's hold, his fingers caressing your shoulder blade while you take in comfort and steadiness of each other. Your personal little hide out from all that craziness behind the door. You could dream of that for at least an eternity. Knocks on the door took you out of slumber. You dropped your feet back on the floor, focusing on the noise behind that door - if someone else was looking once again for Johnny, or it was him that returned to you.

Knocking repeated, in a comforting thumping of Johnny's fingers, you were sure by now it was him. You quickly unlocked the door, peeking through.

Johnny swept you off your feet - quite literally. He stormed into his office, not forgetting to lock the door behind himself. As you tried to give him space, his arms scooped you in his hold, lifting you up and crossing the room back to the couch. He sat down and sat you on his lap all within a moment.

"Wha-?" you gasped as Johnny's fingers sneaked under you scrubs and held your naked ass. "The sun has not even set, Doctor Suh." you teased, your palms finding their place on Johnny's chest.

"Got scheduled an emergency surgery tonight at nine. Won't be done for at least five hours." his fingers pushed on your skin, forcing your core to slide up his thighs.

"You're not asking me to do the surgery with you?" you pouted, moving your arms to Johnny's neck, to get your faces closer.

"I can't. You said you've already worked for two people."

You cooed, leaning into him. "Why are you so caring? Don't tell me you have feelings for me." you teased, making it painful for yourself. If he'd reply with yes, I do, he'd make your life so much easier. You'll just have to tell him 'I do too' and let him sweep you in a passionate kiss. Your heart trembled a little, as you were expecting an answer.

Johnny closed the gap between your mouths and kissed you. You kissed him back, expecting him to pull back any moment and give you an answer. He didn't.

His fingers traveled up your back, lifting your clothes and searching new skin available with his mouth. Your hips moved a tad bit forward, feeling Johnny getting harder under you.

Johnny's tongue flicked your nipple "You wanted to talk." he suddenly remembered, straightening his back and looking you dead in the eyes, your clothes falling back to cover you.

You were in no mood to talk about your feelings now, when his hard cock was giving pressure to your not any less turned on cunt. You really didn't want to ruin the mood. "Now's not the time." you chuckled, crawling your fingers over his nape.

"Why?" Johnny's fingers kneaded your ass once again.

"I can't keep my train of thought when I'm this close to your cock." you kissed his mouth, hoping the conversation's over.

Johnny pulled you back, his arms peeling yours off of his nape. "My curiosity makes my dick soft. Just tell me." he actually had the audacity to push you off his lap, forcing you to sit next to him on the couch. If only he knew that your next words could possibly turn him off of you for forever. "Is it the hospital?" he asked carefully, seeing you shuffle with your fingers over your lap.

You were desperately coming up with a topic that would not divide your life to a before and after. Nothing was coming to your brain in this forced down from a high panic. "No."

"It's personal, then? Did something happen?" Johnny turned to face you, his knee bumping with your thigh as he moved around. "You can tell, I'll do my best to help you." your eyes finally met his comforting stare. Johnny read your face expression too well, he mirrored your level of worry in concern. His fingers even found yours for support and you wondered if he imagined something terrible have happened like one of your family members died or something worse.

It was, probably, worse. You wanted to know if you had a chance to become his significant other. You wondered if he wanted you besides the sex when your nightshifts matched. "It is, personal. But it's not something bad."

"Okay? You can tell me." he squeezed your palm in his hold. But you were confident it's better to lose any and all physical contact with Johnny to be able to have that conversation.

You moved your body a little further from him, being nervous to an extent where you stood up and turned away from his stare. This way you could imagine you were pacticing this conversation to the wall and not to the very alive and very real Johnny behind you. "Ugh-." you swallowed. "it's about you and I." you sighed and closed your eyes. "We've been seeing each other like this for over a year. Recently, I've found myself needing more. I need more of you, Johnny." you turned around, startled immediately as the man you talked to got in front of you. “I can’t keep doing this—whatever this is between us. It’s more than casual now, and I believe we should be brutally honest with each other. I can’t preten otherwise.” you said, trying your hardest to keep your tone steady.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” he replied, surprise coursing through his voice, but it was quickly overshadowed by something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“I do. But I feel like it's so complicated. This… whatever we have—there’s so much more at play here than we like to pretend. I realised I feel so much for you, and I can’t keep doing this not knowing if there’s a chance for a future. Something more for you and me.” The admission hung heavily in the air, your heart racing.

He took a moment to respond, his expression shifting. “Y/N, you know I care about you a lot." you had a feeling a but was approaching you. Your heart shuttered before the 'b' left his mouth "but I can’t provide a healthy relationship. My schedule is fucking insane. I can't provide myself with enough sleep, I can't promise you a relationship off the bat. Dating while being a surgeon in emergency ward is an insane job.”

"And I'm not worth of putting in work?" you took a step back. The question was stupid. It wasn't the question you wanted to ask, you wanted to tell him no relationship can be perfect right off the bat. It needed work and you were willing to do that for him. You'd meet him halfway. But instead of all that you spat venom and shut down.

Disappointment flooded through you as you laced your fingers together. You took a deep breath, not being able to hide away your disappointment or the way you wanted to leave the room. This here really didn't go the way you wanted it to. Your heart was working hard to keep pumping blood, to keep you steady on your feet and keep you reasonable. Though it clearly failed with the last part already. You were two adults talking about a casual relationship - you had to keep yourself collected and coldblooded. At least Johnny seemed pretty casual about the conversation. "Jesus, this is absolutely not what I meant. I didn't know you wanted a boyfriend, I never gave you a reason to think of me like that. I thought we were on the same page here."

"I see." you swallowed. It was too hard to keep yourself straight. Your heart was crumbling, your feet giving up on you. Your head? It was just dizzier by a second and you wondered when will Johnny dismiss you. He very much put a full stop to everything that was happening between you before. You just needed to say your goodbyes and take off.

His gaze hardened slightly. “Don’t be ridiculous. We can’t change everything just like that. We’re still young, if you suddenly want to settle, you deserve something better than what I can give you with a job like that.” it stung. His words stung like a bitch and you found it hard to hold back your sobs. You still, though, held them in like a champ.

Despite that, you felt your heart shatter at his words, each syllable landing like a crushing blow. “So, you’re telling me I should just walk away?” you replied, voice trembling, stretching your resolve to the breaking point.

“I'm saying if you suddenly think about your future, you should put a full stop to this and look for someone else. Someone, who can give you their all.” Johnny said, but he didn’t look or sound convincing enough, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. You couldn't understand why would he drop the most important part - you didn't want any boyfriend - you wanted Johnny as the boyfriend.

A wave of frustration rose inside you, and without thinking, you blurted, “You are so fucking right, I can’t waste my youth on this. I can't waste my youth on you. This feels … empty. You're fucking heartless, I should've guessed that by now. A man that sees so much misery and death for a job can't have a heart.” your eyes closed automatically, holding in tears that were treacherously trying to flood your face.

You turned away, the wound opened wider as you did so, the weight of your words crashing down.

Johnny didn’t respond, and within the silence, you forced yourself to step back into the reality of your relationship. You backed away, tears welling in your eyes. “I can’t do this,” you said quietly, shaking your head. Your eyes trained on the door, your feet already taking you towards it.

“Y/N, please don’t go,” Johnny pleaded, trying to reach out to you. He just told you to go away, and he's already asking you to stay. You felt sick.

"I'm sorry, Johnny, I'm sorry I brought this up. It's better to rip off the band-aid early." even though you didn't rip it off early, it's been a long fucking while of you two living on different planets. You turned and fled from the room.

You rushed through the hallways, every step echoing the finality of everything that had just been said, guilt and regret overwhelming you. You felt his presence behind you, calling out your name, but you weren't sure you weren't hallucinating. Maybe it was just another episode of your wishful thinking. You needed to escape, to reclaim your heart, but you had no chance to do so. You had to stay at the hospital, mere meters away from the man you despised, despite loving so much.

In this moment of pain and clarity, you knew you had to take control of your choices. You could no longer linger in a world where everything felt uncertain. You had to prioritize yourself first, even if it meant leaving what you once cherished behind. Even if it meant avoiding Johny from now on, losing your surgical soulmate. Losing the only reason work never felt too shitty.

As you disappeared into the hospital, going around to check on your patients the weight of heartache sat heavy in your chest. It was a little difficult paving your future and avoiding Johnny. Avoiding him at all costs, begging your friends to switch shifts with you. Trying to avoid him as much as possible when you still ended up in the hospital on the same shift.

You were thankful Johnny gave you space, you felt appreciative when he asked for a different nurse for his surgeries. You felt great even, when those nurses would come out of the surgeries all frustrated with his behaviour. He was always strict and dissatisfied with their way of working. It stroked your ego. Not once did he bad mouth you during the surgery.

Even if you didn't mean a thing to him in that way, he suffered surgery-wise and it made you feel better.

He deserved to feel that.

Rejection stung like a bitch. Even a month later.

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You were so perfect at avoiding Johnny that at one point you relaxed and rolled with the flow. And that was very much a crucial mistake. "Hey, Y/n? Can I have you for a word?" Johnny's voice sounded like a thunderbolt in the clear sky as you passed down the hospital corridor. You felt confused and then realised you forgot to check who from the surgeon personnel was assigned for today.

You faced him, feigning ignorance. "What is it?" Johnny instead of a reply pushed a piece of paper in your hands. You gave it a look. It was a vacancy in a hospital on the other side of the city for the nurse position. Your first immediate thought made you choke on air.

Did he want you to change your job - what a fucking bastard, you chocked on air once again at the audacity. You almost smashed your palm with the piece of paper against his chest. If he was uncomfortable it's on him to change jobs, not forcing you to give him what he wanted.

"It's a job in planned surgery ward. No emergencies, 9 to 5 on weekdays, free weekend. Well, emergencies do happen, but they're more of once in a blue moon situation. Nothing compared to here." he quickly explained, as your eyes searched the paper with confusion.

"Why?" You asked with a scoff. You wanted to hear the words come out of him and itched to slap him.

"I had an interview there, they're giving me a job offer. I said I'll think about it." Your heart broke in pieces instead. He didn't want you to leave. It was him who was leaving. Not seeing Johnny at work everyday will take a toll on your life. Even though you avoided him for a whole month, it still gave you mental strength knowing you shared a job. You still loved him, despite calling it quits. You blinked multiple times at him to process.

You couldn't work out why exactly did he show off his new hospital to you. Go on your fucking merry way then, coward. You really wanted to tell him just that. If he wanted to see a reaction - you would not give him the pleasure. "Ah-. Why are you letting me know? Congra-" you stuttered, though, not being able to talk properly. It suddenly hit you. Nurse position? He clearly didn't get a job offer for a nurse position.

"I told them that giving my girlfriend a job with me could be a breaking point for my decision." his eyes raised suggestively, you couldn't understand what he was doing. Did he really want to destroy you mentally on his last day here?

"You have a girlfriend now?" you blinked to not cry. You didn't mean to ask it out loud, but since it already came out - you said fuck it. This was officially the worst day in your life. And Doctor Johnny Suh was officially the most cruel man on earth.

Johnny smiled at you, giving you a soft chuckle. "I don't know yet. Her brain seems to be not working this morning."

"What?" you asked confused and then suddenly gasped and closed your mouth with both your hands, letting the piece of paper fall. Johnny bent to get it up for you.

The nurse vacancy in your hands, the hospital move and the girlfriend proposal all hung above your head in a moment. He wanted you to be his fucking girlfriend. Wanted you to move jobs with him. Completely out of the blue decision. Didn't he say he didn't like you in that way? Or you imagined the conversation?

"You let me know pretty clearly you didn't reciprocate the feelings-."

Johnny took a step towards you "I was looking for ways to make some time for you, after what you told me. I haven't been able to sleep properly since then, I realised I needed you more than I imagined. This month completely ruined me, I just wished I could have you back by my side under the title you'd be happy to. I found this job so I could make time for you. I will have actual time to put in work for us. Night shifts are still a thing, especially for nurses. But I will not be in surgery as much, this ward only do them planned. I could pick you up and take you home and spend all the possible time in the world with you, adjusting to your shifts. I realised that I wanted this too. I want you too. I like you too, I want your presence in my life more than it's possible to imagine. More than I imagined I could feel and want." Johnny touched your elbow, so you'd give him a reaction. He caught you after a night shift - you were exhausted and now overwhelmed too. You were so confused as to what was happening, but at the same time so certain you'll go anywhere if that meant being with Johnny. If he wanted you as much as you wanted to go with him. "Ah, you're crying? You're my backbone. How are you crying?" Johnny hugged you, giving your temple a little kiss. You crushed under his touch, breaking down completely and wrapping your arms over his waist.

"Johnny, do you understand that I've loved you for some time now, and I thought I've lost you completely." you sobbed into his chest.

"I know, sunshine. I did think I lost you forever too. I'll never let us be separated ever again, okay?" he gave you a moment to collect yourself. You were overwhelmed with how being sure that you two were done turned into this. "I'll give them a call then, will tell them we're ready to start working when they are ready to take us. Right?" Johnny pulled you back a little, looking at your face and capturing your lips with his as you gave him a nod.

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hey, baby

I don't know if you have hc about this, but how was the first kiss of the kats with their girlfriends (FamOut Universe) ?

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hey babe, so, I already have Sophia and Famout's first kiss!Yn here

let's go to the other girls ;)

Manon and Yn's first kiss happened backstage at a concert, Yn and Manon had been going out for a few weeks and when Yn invited Manon to watch the show she was going to be in, the curly-haired girl immediately accepted.

They kissed behind the stage, Manon was waiting for Yn to say how cool everything was and she was so excited, rambling about everything, that Yn could only kiss her.

Daniela and Yn kissed Daniela and Yn kissed on a disastrous date. Yn had just had an emergency at work, her shift was about to end when a fire broke out, and she had to run.

When she showed up dirty and with messy hair at Daniela's door, explaining why she was late and how embarrassed she was to be a complete mess in front of the Latina, Daniela just grabbed Yn by the shoulders and pressed her lips to the taller girl's. What could she do, Daniela thought she was sexy all dirty from work...

Lara kissed Yn in a restaurant, they had been going out together for a few days and everything was perfect, until a waitress tried to hit on Yn.

Lara tried her best to remain calm, but the woman's audacity grew stronger and stronger, it was almost as if she was testing Lara's patience. So when the waitress approached with their orders, Lara jumped into her seat, grabbing Yn's collar and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

Megan and Yn kissed at an amusement park, and Megan swore she was in a cliché movie. When Yn spotted a photo booth, she immediately pointed in the direction, making Megan jump for joy.

As they took pictures making funny faces and posing, Megan grabbed Yn's cheek, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Surprised by the kiss, Yn looked at Megan, locking passionate gazes, Yn leaned in a little, Megan meeting her halfway. And when their lips touched, a click could be heard, capturing the moment.