#when it was teased i wondered if it was gonna be part of the apple podcast

[nakidoriii]

Speechless (Part 1)

Nerdjo x Reader

Warning: sexual tension, mild smut descriptions|| MDNI

“Ooo, that’s not good.” Gojo says looking at your test grade as you wallow in disappointment at the table.

This is the second math test in a row that you’ve scored a 70/100 on. If you don’t ace the next one, your parents aren’t going to pay for you to go to Osaka this summer.

“Gojo, I don’t know what to do. I literally have perfect grades in every other subject. Why does math have to be so hard?” You whine into the table.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, prez.” He says as he rolls up your test and hits you on the back of the head with it. You lift your head off the table and sit up, looking up at Gojo’s blue eyes as he stands next to you.

You grab your test from him and say, “I need to start studying for the next test TONIGHT.”

Gojo places his hand on the back of his neck and takes a breath. He wanted to ask you if you wanted him to tutor you, but he was too nervous you’d say no. You are the president of the student council and Gojo is your vice president. You’re pretty popular due to you being so heavily involved with extracurricular activities at your university. Gojo is the smartest in the school but not as popular as you since he kept to himself most of the time. Most people were intimidated by him. When you both got elected, he knew that was the only way he’d get to talk to you. You two often saw each other throughout the week and had lunch together regularly but you’ve never had a conversation outside of student council.

“I….I can help you study. If you want me to. I’m not busy tonight.” He says quietly.

“Would you? You can stay over for dinner and everything!” You exclaimed.

“Yea, sure.” Gojo says trying to be normal about the fact that he’s going over to his crushes house.

“YES! I’m gonna pass for sure this time.” You wrap your arms around his tall frame and frantically say, “thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

The apples of Gojo’s cheeks turn pink at the sudden physical contact with you. You look up at him realizing he was startled by you hugging him and let go.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked first.” You say backing from him.

You didn’t realize his body was so…solid. From that hug alone, you felt how toned his stomach was. Knowing that made you pretty curious.

“N-no, it’s okay.” He says trying to compose himself.

“Cool, do you have any more classes today? If not, we can head over to mine now. I’d hate to just have you over to study.”

“I don’t have anything else today. It'd be fun to finally hang outside of school.” He says as he packs his bag.

“Great! I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship, Gojo. Don’t you?” You say knowing damn well it’ll make him blush.

“That is, if we have anything in common.” He teases back to your surprise. You both start walking out of the board room, walking side by side, heading to the train station.

“Of course we do! We’re in the student council together, which means we should have something in common. Do you read manga?”

“Nooope.” He sings.

“Anime?”

“Eh, I used to watch but not since I started college.”

“….music? You have to listen to music…” you say flashing him a face of disgust as you reach the station. You get in front of him to lead him to your train.

“Of course, I listen to music, Y/N. But It wouldn’t be anything you’d like…. I like sweets though.” He says getting out his card to swipe through the gates.

“Eating sweets isn’t a hobby…” you swipe your card to get through the gates. It’s crowded as usual. You grab his hand, making sure you don’t lose him in the sea of people. His hands were big and soft, the tips of his fingers a bit calloused. You rushed on the train holding Gojo’s hand as the doors opened. The crowd of people push you both toward the window.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how cramped this is.” You say trying to adjust yourself not realizing your butt is brushing up against Gojo’s crotch. He couldn’t begin to fathom how this was happening in broad daylight. His face turned bright red.

“Y/N, pl-please turn around. I can’t…” he mumbles in your ear.

You look down, realizing just how close you were to him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how flustered you made him. You never notice him get like this over you but yet again you guys had never hung out. He places his hand against the wall of the train, creating the smallest space for you.

“Ahhh, I’m sorry Gojo.” You say turning to face him.

“It’s fine, not your fault.” He says trying his hardest to play it off.

You two didn’t talk much on the train ride to your place. It was filled with sexual tension though. You two were so close that whenever Gojo looked down, he got a great view of your breasts. When you looked up, you were met with a view of his sharp jawline and collarbones. You hoped the train would make a hard stop so that he would move closer.

“This is my stop, let’s go.” You say leading him off the train.

Once you get off the train and leave the station, you propose that you stop at the convenience store near your place. Gojo agrees and you both head in.

“Get anything you want, I got you.” You say as you look at the shelves.

He nods and starts to look around. You grab a few snacks and drinks and walk up to the counter to check out. Gojo comes up behind you and places his hand full of things on the counter. It was all sweets… damn he was not kidding. You pay for everything and he grabs the bag from the clerk.

“Thanks.” He says as you two start walking to your apartment.

“You're welcome. Thank you for asking to tutor me. My apartment is right up here. I’m on the 4th floor.” You say as you walk up the stairs with him following you.

Once you get to your place, you both take your shoes off at the door and get comfortable in the living room. He spread out all the snacks on the table as if they were all on display.

“Can I get you something to drink? Tea?” You ask.

“Yea, oolong is good. Do you live alone?” He asks, sitting on the ground.

��Yea, I do. My family lives out of the country while I go to school here. I’m sure you know I’m a foreigner by my appearance, that’s not much of a shock.”

“That’s cool. Your place is really cozy. I wouldn’t have imagined it to look like this.” He says as he takes a bite out of whatever snack he chose.

“You’ve imagined what my apartment looks like?” You say.

“You’re the prettiest girl in our graduating class, Y/N. Every guy has thought about what the inside of your apartment looks like.” He says nonchalantly.

You look up from the tea that you’re preparing, shocked that he said that to you. Was this the same guy that was blushing from you giving him a hug earlier? He gets up from the floor and smirks at you.

“Speechless? I don’t know why… you are on every guy's mind right now.” He says as he walks over to the kitchen.

He gets directly behind you, pressing the bulge in his pants on your ass. You couldn’t even pretend to understand where this confidence came from. You bite your lip in anticipation, waiting to see what his next move is.

“I fear that you’ve been on my mind the most.”

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Part two coming soon <3

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[lesbiancarat]

Code name SEVENTEEN🕶️ 조슈아, 버논 요원의 특별한 만남 | '미션 임파서블: 데드 레코닝 PART ONE' INTERVIEW🎙

[atleastpleasetelephone]

I love your stories so so so much and I’ve been looking for a writer to write smut for me…. My request is reader pinning Elvis to his vanity and she’s behind him and she reaches her hand down his pants and like jerks him off … and he gets all flustered and stuff.. and it leads to maybe bigger things but sub Elvis would kill 😩😩

A/N: Thanks anon for this fun request!! I have incorporated it into kinktober.

Kinktober Day 11 - Leather/latex

Pairing: 1968!Elvis and dom!reader

Word count: 927

TWs: Dominant reader, submissive Elvis, hair pulling, handjob, humiliation kink, degredation kink (ish), praise kink, reader calls herself mama, bit of name-calling.

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Part 2 is here

“What do you mean, you have to go to the aftershow?” You call into the closet where Elvis is currently changing. 

“Just what I said, baby. I won’t be long. You know you can come with me if you want. I’d love to have you on my arm.” Elvis calls back. 

He knows you don’t like schmoozing so the suggestion is kind of pointless, but he asks anyway. He’s not lying about wanting you on his arm. You’re so pretty you tie the Mafia up in knots even in your casual wear. 

You groan. “Not that boring shit. No thank you.”

He chuckles as he walks out of the closet and over to the vanity to look at himself in the mirror. You do a double-take. He’s wearing what looks like a latex suit. A latex suit to go to an aftershow he knows you won’t want to attend. Just what is he planning on doing?

His eyes flick up to look at yours in the mirror. He notes the shocked look on your face with some amusement as he applies the tiniest amount of mascara to his lashes. He’d worn this outfit deliberately, hoping to persuade you into coming with him. 

“You okay, baby?” He teases. 

“Why’re you wearing that?” You ask, with a frown. 

“Why not?” He straightens up and pushes his hair back from his face a little. 

You stand, moving behind him. You’re almost as tall as him in flats and you still have your heels on from watching him at his show that evening, so your head easily goes over his shoulder. 

You put a hand on his chest, looking at him in the mirror. “Because you already have me. You don’t need to attract any other girls.”

“Baby I’m not trying to-”

You cut him off by pushing him roughly against the vanity, making his upper thighs collide with the edge and causing him to overbalance, his hands catching himself on the table top. He looks up at his reflection through his hair but doesn’t move from the position you’ve put him in. He’s breathing hard, slightly overwhelmed at your sudden show of dominance. You’ve always been a little feisty but this seems different. 

You run a hand over his latex-clad ass, then both hands firmly over his hips and waist. 

“Stand up.” 

He does as he’s told, face a little flushed now. 

“Why’re you dressed like such a little slut?” You ask, your hand running down his bare chest now, heaving under your touch. 

“”M not… I just… I wanted…” he pants, feeling himself getting hard in the confines of the suit. 

Your hand slides down his chest and then into his pants, wrapping around his dick. His face gets redder and he starts to huff and puff. 

“H-honey… what’re ya… I have ta…”

“If you’re gonna dress like a little slut, I’m gonna treat you like one,” you tell him, starting to move your hand on him. 

He groans, wondering what has got into you. You usually want to be on top and you have been known to spank him occasionally but… this seems different somehow. You’ve definitely never called him a slut before. But… he… likes it? 

You grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back, kissing and nipping at his exposed throat, tonguing his Adam’s apple as it bobs uncertainly. You’re not sure what’s come over you. You like being in charge in the bedroom but it’s always been a bit of a tentative negotiation with him. You know he likes to think he calls the shots, but you choose when and where sex happens and you’re always on top unless you decide otherwise. You have to admit you’ve had some pretty nasty thoughts about him from time to time, imagining him following you around on his hands and knees, begging you for it. This outfit though, it’s doing things to you in real time. He’d look really good with a collar and a lead right now…

“Honey, I’m g-getting close…” he stammers. 

You run your teeth down his neck, growling into his ear. “Good. Cum for Mama.”

Elvis is torn between the desperate need for release and the feeling that he really shouldn’t cum in this outfit. He’s supposed to be going to the afterparty, and he’s already showered. Your hand starts to move more quickly on him, and the combination of the sweet friction and the way your other hand continues to pull his hair is making it very hard for him to resist his climax. 

“H-honey, my pants…” he tries, biting his lower lip hard to try and stop himself from cumming.

“You’re gonna cum in them,” you tell him, your voice low, humming in his ear. “Like a dirty slut.”

He groans loudly, the words turning him on more than he thought was possible. 

“And then you’re gonna go downstairs and talk to all those pretty girls,” you continue, your hand moving somehow even faster, “knowing I made you make a mess in your pants.”

The noise he makes in response is almost inhuman. “Y-y-yes,” he stutters, eyes squeezing shut as he feels his release in the base of his dick. 

“Good boy,” you tell him and he cries out, tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. 

Pulling your hand back out of his pants you shake it almost disdainfully, trying to get the cum off. You look at him in the mirror, hands on the table top, gasping for breath, and slap his ass.

“Go on. They’re waiting for you.”

***

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[niallerspayno]

About Last Night - Part 3

Masterlist

You and Louis continue to navigate your pregnancy and relationship together.

Tags: Louis x reader, a lot more fluff, smutty smut too

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

…

The morning is unbearable. It’s not the nausea or fatigue this time, but something far more insidious. You’re hot, your skin tingling, and it seems like everything the boys do only makes it worse.

Louis lounges on the couch in the green room, his t-shirt riding up slightly as he scrolls through his phone. You can’t help but notice the way his muscles shift beneath the fabric, the curve of his shoulders—God, how do you never notice these things?

Harry sits nearby, running a hand through his damp curls, fresh from the shower. You catch the glint of water droplets clinging to his neck, and your stomach flips in a way it shouldn’t. Niall is eating an apple, his jaw working in a way that you definitely don’t need to pay attention to.

Meanwhile, Liam stretches his arms above his head, his t-shirt tightening across his chest, and Zayn just stands there with his quiet, composed presence that somehow still draws your gaze.

Shit. You’re a walking hormonal disaster.

You sit stiffly on the armchair, gripping a book as though it’s your last defense, though you haven’t turned a page in the last ten minutes. Every little movement or sound seems to draw your attention: Louis laughing softly, Niall humming a tune, Harry leaning back with that lazy, confident smile.

You try to focus, but everything feels so... different.

“Y/N?” Louis’s voice pulls you back to reality, and you blink at him in confusion.

“What?” you say, a bit too sharply.

He raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching with amusement. “You okay? You look… distracted.”

“Fine,” you reply quickly, burying your face in your book, but you can feel his eyes on you, and it only makes everything worse.

“Sure, she’s fine,” Niall says, his voice full of teasing skepticism. “Look at her, gripping that book like it’s her last defense.”

You glare at him. “Shut up, Niall.”

“Someone’s snappy,” Harry says, smirking as he leans forward. “What’s got you so worked up?”

You groan internally, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Nothing’s got me worked up.”

“Sure,” Zayn adds with a knowing look, his sharp gaze catching yours. “You’re red as a tomato, love.”

“I’m not!” you snap, but your protest only makes them all chuckle.

Louis tilts his head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “She’s definitely flustered. Wonder why…”

“Maybe it’s the hormones?” Liam offers, shrugging. “I read that they can make you… you know, extra emotional. Or, uh… other things.”

That’s when it hits the rest of them, and you can see the realization dawn on their faces.

“Ohhhh,” Niall says, drawing out the word with a mischievous grin. “So that’s what’s going on.”

“It’s not,” you lie quickly, your voice high-pitched and unconvincing.

Harry laughs, leaning back in his chair. “It totally is. You’ve been eyeing us all morning, haven’t you?”

You freeze, looking between the boys, all smirking now. “I have not!”

Louis raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Even me, love?”

“Especially you!” Niall chimes in, earning a sharp glare from you.

“You’ve been checking us all out, huh?” Zayn adds, crossing his arms with a knowing, amused look.

You feel the heat in your cheeks turn up several notches. “I’m not—”

“Don’t worry, love,” Niall says, a wink in his voice. “We’re all here for you.”

“You are?” you snap, trying to sound exasperated, but even you can hear the breathiness in your voice.

Louis leans forward, his smirk replaced by something softer. “I mean, if you need help with anything... you know, I’m happy to step in.”

Your heart skips, but you roll your eyes, trying to keep your cool. “Oh yeah? You think you’re gonna help me out, Lou?”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice suddenly low, teasing. “I think I can help you out.”

“You guys are impossible,” you mutter, standing abruptly to make your exit.

But before you can reach the door, Louis is right behind you, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulls you back toward him. “Hey, I’m serious,” he says quietly, his smirk now replaced with something genuine, something soft. “If you need anything, I’ve got you. Anything at all.”

You can’t help it. The moment Louis pulls you closer, the warmth of his body against yours, his breath against your skin—it all feels too much, but in the best way possible. Your body hums with anticipation, your nerves buzzing with an energy that you can’t seem to shake.

Louis smiles down at you, his hands resting lightly on your hips, the touch warm and comforting but undeniably charged. He knows, as much as you do, where this is heading.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his voice husky, his thumb stroking along your lower back in slow, soothing circles.

You nod, biting your lip, trying to suppress the growing tension between you. “I’m fine. Just... been thinking about this all day.”

His eyes darken slightly, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “What, me?”

You roll your eyes but can’t hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. “Don’t act like you didn’t notice.”

“I definitely noticed,” he grins, then leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’ve been looking at me all day like you wanna pounce.”

You shiver at the low tone of his voice, feeling the heat pool in your stomach. “Well, I’m not gonna wait any longer.”

Before you can even think about what you’re doing, you grab his hand, tugging him toward the hallway that leads to the more private part of the venue, away from prying eyes. The adrenaline and heat coursing through your veins make you bold.

Louis follows you, a smile playing on his lips, but there's something in his eyes—something that makes your heart beat faster, the anticipation almost unbearable. “You sure about this?”

You stop in the hallway, pressing your back against the cool wall, your breath coming faster. “I need this. I need you.”

It’s heated, messy, and full of pent-up desire. His hands slip around your waist, lifting you off the ground as you wrap your legs around him, the two of you moving instinctively toward the nearest private space.

When you reach a small, unused room, Louis kicks the door shut behind you with his foot, his hands already tugging at your clothes. You don’t stop him. You’re desperate for him, for the closeness, for the way your bodies mesh together like it was always meant to be this way.

His hands roam your body, firm but reverent, sliding over your waist, your hips, your thighs. You’re already tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against yours. He lets out a low groan as you manage to pull it over his head, and the sight of his bare chest makes your pulse race.

“God, I need you,” he mutters, his voice rough as he presses you back against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a blazing path in their wake.

“Then take me,” you breathe, your fingers tangling in his hair as your back arches instinctively, your body pressing closer to his.

Louis lets out a low, needy sound, his hands sliding under your shirt to lift it over your head. He pauses for a second, his eyes roaming over you, dark with desire. “You’re stunning,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, and the sincerity in his tone sends a rush of warmth through you.

You don’t have time to respond before he’s kissing you again, his hands fumbling to remove the rest of your clothes as yours do the same to his. The cool air against your skin is nothing compared to the heat radiating between you, and when his hands grip your thighs, lifting you, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

The hard press of the door against your back contrasts with the softness of his lips, the roughness of his hands as he holds you steady. He pauses for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting as the tension between you reaches its peak.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice husky but laced with concern.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice trembling but certain. “Please, Louis.”

That’s all it takes. He shifts, his hands guiding you into position, and then he’s pushing into you with a slow, deliberate movement that makes you gasp.

The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of him filling you completely, his body fitting perfectly with yours. He stays still for a moment, his hands gripping your hips as he presses his forehead against yours.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groans, his voice strained as he starts to move, his hips rocking against yours in a rhythm that has you clinging to him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

The pace is unhurried at first, almost teasing, but it doesn’t take long for the desperation to take over. The rhythm becomes faster, more urgent, your bodies moving together as if they were made for this.

The room is filled with the sound of heavy breaths, muffled moans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Your hands find his hair, tugging gently as your head falls back, a gasp escaping your lips as he hits just the right spot.

“Louis,” you whimper, your voice shaky as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of affection as he grips you tighter, his movements becoming even more precise, more deliberate.

You can feel the tension coiling in your stomach, the heat spreading through your body as you approach the edge. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, and when you finally tip over, the pleasure crashes over you in waves, leaving you trembling in his arms.

Louis isn’t far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he groans your name, his body shuddering against yours as he finds his release. He holds you tightly, his face buried in your neck, both of you catching your breath as the aftershocks ripple through you.

For a moment, the only sound is your breathing, the quiet intimacy of the moment sinking in as he gently lowers you to your feet. His hands stay on your waist, steadying you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice quieter now, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you rest your forehead against his. “Better than okay.”

He grins, that familiar mischief returning to his expression. “Good, because I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.”

You laugh, swatting at his chest, but the warmth in his gaze and the way he’s still holding you like you’re the most important thing in the world—it’s enough to make your heart feel like it’s going to burst.

...

You and Louis sneak back into the green room, trying your best to look composed, but the slight flush in your cheeks and the way Louis’ hand lingers on the small of your back make it impossible to hide what just happened.

Niall is the first to notice. He’s sprawled across one of the couches, scrolling on his phone, but his eyes flick up as you walk in. His lips immediately twitch into a knowing smirk. “Well, don’t you two look... refreshed.”

Louis scoffs, but his grin gives him away. “We’re just fine, thanks.”

“Sure, mate,” Harry pipes up from the other side of the room, his legs draped over an armchair. “You’ve got that smug post-shag glow. It’s practically blinding.”

Your face burns, and you swat at Louis’ chest. “Couldn’t you have waited until we were far, far away from them?” you mutter under your breath.

Louis only shrugs, his arm slipping around your waist. “What can I say? You were irresistible.”

Zayn glances up from where he’s fiddling with a guitar pick, his brow raised. “You two do realize we all know, yeah? You’re not exactly subtle.”

Liam clears his throat, leaning forward from his spot near the mini-fridge. “Honestly, I think we’d all appreciate a bit more subtlety. This is a shared space.”

The teasing is relentless, and despite your best efforts, you can’t stop the embarrassed laugh that escapes you. “Okay, okay! We get it. You’ve all made your point.”

“Just one more thing,” Harry adds, his grin downright wicked. “You might wanna check your hair, love. It’s a bit... tousled.”

You groan, running a hand over your head while Louis glares playfully at Harry. “Oi, leave her alone,” he says, tugging you closer. “She’s already been through enough dealing with you lot.”

“Dealing with us?” Niall scoffs, feigning offense. “Pretty sure she’s got her hands full dealing with you.”

The room erupts in laughter, and you can’t help but join in, despite your embarrassment. Louis presses a kiss to your temple, whispering, “Don’t worry, love. They’re just jealous.”

You glance up at him, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “If this is what jealousy looks like, I think I’ll survive.”

The playful banter continues as you and Louis settle onto one of the couches, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders. For all the teasing, there’s an undeniable warmth in the way the boys interact with you both—a silent show of acceptance and affection.

And for a moment, in the midst of their laughter and your quiet contentment, everything feels perfectly right.

...

You’re sitting on one of the speaker cases at the edge of the stage, sipping on a bottle of water and watching the boys rehearse. The soundcheck is in full swing, and Louis is front and center, mic in hand, as he belts out the final chorus of one of their songs. His voice is strong and warm, and you can’t help but smile.

It’s been a good day so far. You’ve felt more energized than usual, and being back on stage—even if you’re just sitting there—makes you feel like part of the band again.

Then it happens.

A strange, fluttering sensation low in your belly. It’s soft at first, almost like bubbles or a gentle nudge from the inside. You freeze, your hand instinctively pressing against your bump. The sensation comes again, a little stronger this time, and your breath catches.

The baby.

The baby just kicked.

“Everything alright over there, love?” Louis calls, noticing the stunned look on your face. He’s stopped singing now, the rest of the boys turning to look at you with concern.

You blink, a smile slowly spreading across your face as you wave them off. “I’m fine!”

But Louis isn’t convinced. He hops off the stage, jogging over to you with the mic still in hand. “What’s going on?” he asks, his voice laced with worry.

You grab his hand and place it on your belly without a word. For a moment, nothing happens. His brow furrows, and he opens his mouth to say something, but then—there it is.

The baby kicks again, this time against Louis’ hand.

His eyes widen, his jaw dropping as he stares at you. “Was that…?”

You nod, tears welling up in your eyes. “Yeah. That was him.”

Louis lets out a breathy laugh, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. “He kicked. He actually kicked!”

“Wait, what?” Niall’s voice cuts through, and suddenly all the boys are rushing over, crowding around you with wide eyes and eager grins.

“Did the baby just kick?” Harry asks, practically bouncing on his heels.

“Yes, but one at a time!” you laugh, overwhelmed by their excitement.

“Lemme feel!” Niall says, reaching out before Louis swats his hand away.

“Oi, back off!” Louis says with a smirk, still keeping his hand firmly on your belly. “This is my moment.”

“Don’t be selfish, mate,” Zayn jokes, nudging Louis with his shoulder.

Liam kneels next to you, his voice soft. “How did it feel?”

“Like a little flutter at first,” you explain, still smiling through your tears. “Then it got stronger. It’s the weirdest and most amazing thing.”

Louis leans down, his face inches from your bump now. “Hey, little man. That was a good kick. You’re gonna be a footballer like your dad, huh?”

“Or a dancer!” Niall suggests, earning a laugh from the group.

The boys are all talking over each other now, making jokes and suggestions for the baby’s future, but you’re only focused on Louis. He’s still crouched in front of you, his hand on your bump and the softest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.

He looks up at you, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “I can’t believe we made him.”

Your throat tightens, and you nod, brushing a tear off your cheek. “Me neither.”

In that moment, with the sound of the boys’ laughter and the warmth of Louis’ hand on your belly, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

…

The tour bus hums steadily beneath your feet, the low vibration doing nothing to ease the persistent ache in your lower back. You shift in your seat at the small dining table, propping a pillow behind you in an attempt to get comfortable. But at 22 weeks pregnant, it doesn’t help.

“Ugh, this sucks,” you mutter, pushing the pillow onto the floor in frustration. “I swear this baby is doing gymnastics in there.”

Louis looks up from his phone, his brows furrowing in concern. “You alright, love?”

“No, Louis, I’m not alright,” you snap, immediately feeling guilty but too irritable to rein it in. “I’m sore, I’m tired, I feel like a whale, and this bloody bus is making me dizzy. Can we just get off already?”

His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he gets up and crosses to your side, sliding onto the bench next to you. “Hey, hey,” he says softly, his hand finding your knee. “Take a deep breath, yeah? We’ll sort it.”

You roll your eyes. “You keep saying that, but unless you’ve got a magic wand hidden somewhere, I doubt it.”

“You never know,” he quips, trying to coax a smile from you. “I might surprise you.”

Across the bus, Niall looks up from his guitar, his expression cautious. “Did you eat this morning? Could be why you’re feeling dizzy.”

You glare at him, though it’s half-hearted. “I tried, okay? Nothing sounded good. And when I did eat, I felt like I was going to puke.”

“Right,” Louis interjects, standing abruptly and tugging you to your feet. “That’s it. We’re handling this now.”

“Louis, what are you doing?” you demand, but he’s already steering you toward the back lounge where Liam, Harry, and Zayn are sprawled out.

“She’s feeling like crap,” Louis announces as he marches you inside, ignoring your protests. “We’re fixing it. Ideas?”

Liam sits up straighter, his brows knitting. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you snap before immediately contradicting yourself. “No, I’m not fine. Everything hurts, and I’m sick of being treated like I’m breakable.”

“Whoa, okay,” Zayn says, holding up his hands in surrender. “Nobody’s saying you’re breakable.”

“Really? Because all of you have been acting like I can’t handle anything lately!” you retort, crossing your arms.

Harry exchanges a look with Liam, then stands up. “Alright, how about this: I’ll make you some tea. Ginger or mint might help with the queasiness.”

“Tea isn’t going to fix everything,” you mutter, though your tone softens slightly.

“Maybe not, but it’s a start,” Harry replies, his voice calm.

“Foot rub,” Zayn suggests, leaning back lazily but giving you a small smile. “That’s my go-to for stress. Works wonders.”

Liam nods. “Or some light stretches. I can guide you through a few if you’re up for it.”

Louis cuts them all off with a wave of his hand. “Tea first, then foot rub, then stretches,” he declares.

You roll your eyes again, but this time it’s accompanied by a reluctant smile. “You lot are ridiculous.”

“And you’re stuck with us,” Niall calls from the front, grinning cheekily.

By the time Harry hands you a steaming mug of tea, Louis has settled you onto the couch, propping your feet up on a pillow. He sits at the other end, pulling one of your feet into his lap and beginning to massage it with firm, practiced movements.

The relief is immediate, and you let out a soft sigh despite yourself. “Okay, maybe this isn’t so bad.”

“Told you we’d sort it,” Louis says smugly, his grin infectious.

As the boys continue to fuss over you—Harry adjusting your tea, Zayn offering snacks, and Liam jotting down stretching tips—you feel your frustration start to ebb away. The soreness remains, but the unwavering care and attention of the boys remind you that you’re not alone in this.

Louis leans down to press a kiss to your ankle, his touch tender. “Anything else, love?”

“No,” you murmur, a small, genuine smile tugging at your lips. “This is... good. Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he says softly, his gaze steady. “Always.”

And as you look around at the boys—your family—you realize that even on your worst days, you’re in the best hands.

...

You sit cross-legged on the couch in the green room, arms folded over your chest as the muffled sound of the band’s soundcheck seeps through the walls. It’s not like you don’t understand why they insisted you sit this one out. You’re twenty-four weeks along, your feet are perpetually swollen, and exhaustion seems to be your constant companion. But understanding doesn’t make it hurt any less.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. You’re part of the band, not some sidelined spectator.

The door creaks open, and Niall pokes his head in. “Hey, you alright in here?”

You glance up, plastering on a weak smile. “Yeah, just resting. Like everyone’s so keen on reminding me.”

He frowns, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “C’mon, it’s not like that. We’re just looking out for you and the baby.”

“I know,” you sigh, rubbing your belly absentmindedly. “It’s just... I miss being out there. I miss being part of it.”

“You’re still part of it,” he says firmly, sitting down beside you. “The boys wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t feel like it. I mean, I get why they’re being careful, but every time I have to sit something out, it feels like I’m losing pieces of myself.”

Before Niall can respond, the door opens again, and Louis walks in, his face lighting up the second he sees you. “There’s my girl.”

“Hey,” you mumble, your voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

Louis narrows his eyes as he sits on the arm of the couch. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

“She’s feeling left out,” Niall supplies, earning a glare from you.

“I don’t need you to speak for me,” you snap, though the edge in your voice is more from frustration than anger.

Louis tilts his head, watching you carefully. “Left out, huh? You do realize you’re the heart of this band, yeah? Baby or no baby, that hasn’t changed.”

“It feels like it’s changing,” you admit quietly. “Like this pregnancy is slowly taking me away from everything I love.”

Louis slides off the arm and crouches in front of you, his hands gently resting on your knees. “Listen to me. You’re not being taken away from anything. This—” he nods at your belly “—isn’t the end of something. It’s the beginning. And yeah, it’s gonna be different, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less a part of us.”

“Exactly,” Niall chimes in, grinning. “You’re stuck with us. Pregnant or not.”

Louis reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “You’re still our chaos queen. Don’t think for a second we’d let you go anywhere. And if you need to yell at us now and then to remind us of that, go ahead. We can take it.”

You let out a soft laugh, your chest feeling a little lighter. “I do miss yelling at you guys.”

“Good,” Louis says with a smirk. “Means you’re still you.”

“Now,” Niall says, clapping his hands and standing up. “How about we smuggle you a snack from catering? Soundcheck’ll be done soon, and then it’s showtime.”

You smile as Louis leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, his voice low and warm. “We’ve got you, love. Always.”

And for the first time that day, you truly believe it.

...

The arena vibrates with energy as you glide across the stage, microphone in hand. At 26 weeks pregnant, performing has become more challenging, but you refuse to let that stop you. Singing with the boys keeps you grounded, reminding you that you’re still part of the band.

But tonight, something feels off.

It starts as a dull ache low in your abdomen, then shifts to a sharper, more persistent pain. You grit your teeth and push through, determined not to draw attention to yourself. Louis’ voice cuts through the music, full of charisma as always, but even his reassuring presence can’t distract you from the discomfort building inside you.

As the next song begins, the pain intensifies, and a wave of dizziness crashes over you. You falter mid-step, your hand instinctively going to your bump.

Louis notices immediately. His eyes widen, and he steps closer, his voice momentarily dropping out of the harmony.

You lean into the mic, your voice shaky. “I—I need a moment,” you manage before turning and heading offstage, gripping the wall for support as you navigate the wings.

“Y/N?” Louis’ voice is urgent behind you. Within seconds, he’s at your side, helping you into a chair. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“It hurts,” you whisper, wincing as another cramp grips you. “It’s my stomach—I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Louis kneels in front of you, his hands hovering protectively over your bump. “Stay with me, love. Just breathe, yeah?”

Back on stage, Harry notices the commotion and steps up to the mic. “We’re going to take a quick break, everyone,” he says smoothly, though concern flickers in his eyes. “We’ll be back soon.”

As the crowd murmurs, Niall and Liam rush backstage, their faces etched with worry.

“Y/N?” Niall’s voice is gentle as he crouches beside you. “What’s going on?”

“She’s in pain,” Louis answers, his jaw tight. “We need the medic.”

Liam is already flagging down a crew member, who hurries off to fetch help.

The medic arrives moments later, their presence calming as they kneel beside you. “Tell me what’s going on,” they say, their tone reassuring as they check your pulse and gently press on your bump.

“It’s like cramps,” you say, biting your lip. “And I got really lightheaded.”

After a few moments of examination, the medic looks up. “It seems like growing pains,” they explain. “Your body’s stretching to accommodate the baby, and you’re probably a bit dehydrated. I don’t think it’s labor or anything serious, but you need to rest.”

Louis exhales sharply, his relief evident. “Rest. Got it.” He turns to you, his tone firm but gentle. “You’re sitting out the rest of the concert.”

“No,” you protest weakly. “I’m fine. I can do it.”

“Love,” Louis says, his voice low but resolute. “I’m not asking.”

“Louis is right,” Niall chimes in, his hand on your shoulder. “We’ve got this covered. You need to take care of yourself and the baby.”

Liam nods in agreement. “The fans will understand.”

Reluctantly, you nod, tears stinging your eyes. “I don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You could never let us down,” Louis says softly, brushing a kiss to your forehead. “We’ll finish the show. You just rest, yeah?”

The boys head back to the stage, and you’re left backstage with a blanket draped over your lap, sipping water and trying to breathe through the soreness. As Louis’ voice carries through the arena, you close your eyes, grateful for him—and for the little life growing inside you.

…

The crowd’s cheers echo through the arena as the boys take their positions on stage. You’re seated at the edge of the platform, where they’ve set up a comfortable chair. Despite your protests, they’ve insisted you sit for the remainder of the tour performances to keep you and the baby safe.

It’s hard not to feel sidelined, but the boys go out of their way to make sure you’re still part of the magic.

As Niall picks up his acoustic guitar for the next song, he glances back at you and grins. “Mind if I join you for this one, love?”

“Of course not,” you say, smiling despite yourself.

He hops down from the stage and plops onto the floor beside you, guitar in hand. The intimate sound of the strings fills the air as he strums the opening chords of Little Things. He leans into his headset, his voice soft and soothing as he begins to sing.

The audience swoons, and you can’t help but laugh as he nudges you with his shoulder mid-song. “Still got the best seat in the house,” he teases, his eyes twinkling.

Before you can respond, Louis saunters over during a break between songs, pulling you into a quick side hug. “You’re not bored over here, are you?” he asks, his voice warm and teasing.

“Not when I’ve got Niall serenading me,” you reply with a smirk.

Louis rolls his eyes dramatically. “Figures. Always stealing my thunder.”

“You’re free to sit here too, mate,” Niall quips, patting the ground on your other side.

“Tempting,” Louis says, his hand drifting to your bump for a brief rub. “But I’ve got a show to finish. Keep her company, yeah?”

“Always,” Niall says, strumming a playful tune on his guitar.

Harry and Liam check in between songs too, taking turns to chat or joke with you, making sure you don’t feel left out. Zayn even tosses you a wink from across the stage at one point, which earns cheers from the crowd.

By the time the concert ends, your cheeks ache from smiling. The boys come offstage, sweaty and energized, but each one of them makes a point to check on you before anything else.

“How’re you holding up?” Louis asks, crouching in front of you.

“I’m good,” you say, your heart full. “Better than good. Thank you for keeping me part of this.”

Louis leans in to kiss your forehead. “You’ll always be part of this, love. You and the little one. Always.”

…

You sit backstage, legs crossed and bouncing impatiently as the boys rehearse. It’s been a long morning, and at 30 weeks pregnant your body is aching in ways that make you want to scream. Your back is sore, your feet feel swollen, and your hormones? They’re wreaking absolute havoc.

You tried fixing things yourself last night—twice—but it just wasn’t enough. Now, every glance at Louis, or any of the boys for that matter, is enough to set your teeth on edge. Louis, especially, is not helping. He’s standing front and center, his shirt clinging to him just enough to outline his shoulders and back, his voice cutting through the air as he sings.

Your mind drifts somewhere it shouldn’t, and you press your thighs together in a desperate attempt to calm the growing heat low in your stomach. It doesn’t help.

You force yourself to look away, but it doesn’t matter because Niall’s there, perched on a stool, his arms flexing slightly as he strums his guitar. And then there’s Harry, who has sweat beading along his neck.

“Oh my God,” you mutter under your breath, dragging a hand down your face. You’re absolutely feral, and it’s getting harder to keep it under wraps.

Louis catches your eye mid-verse and grins, his boyish smile making your stomach twist in a way that has nothing to do with the baby. He finishes the line, winks, and you’re done. Absolutely done.

When they wrap up the song, you’re out of your seat in an instant. Louis barely has time to register your approach before you grab his wrist. “We need to talk,” you say, your voice low and urgent.

He looks surprised but doesn’t resist, letting you tug him toward a quieter corner of the backstage area. “What’s wrong?” he asks, concern flickering across his face. “You okay?”

You glance around to make sure no one’s watching before stepping close, your body practically pressing against his. “I’m not okay,” you whisper, your voice strained. “I need you, Louis. Right now.”

His brows lift, but the corner of his mouth quirks into a smirk. “Oh,” he says softly, his hand finding your waist. “That kind of need.”

“Yes,” you hiss, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I’ve tried handling it myself, but it’s not enough. And this bump…” You gesture at your stomach, frustration spilling out in your voice. “It’s making everything harder.”

Louis lets out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “You should’ve come to me sooner, love,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough that his lips brush the shell of your ear. “You know I’m always happy to help.”

Your breath hitches, and you tug him closer. “Then help me now,” you plead.

He glances around, then takes your hand, leading you toward the dressing room with purpose.

Louis locks the dressing room door behind you, and the sound of the latch clicking feels like a promise. He turns to you, his blue eyes softening as he takes in your flushed cheeks and the way you shift uncomfortably on your feet.

"You've been struggling, haven't you?" he asks, his voice low, filled with something tender.

You nod, the weight of his gaze already making your knees weak. "It's the hormones. The bump. I can't... I just need-"

He steps closer, his hands cupping your face as his lips brush over yours, soft but deliberate. "Say no more, love. I'll take care of you. Let me."

Your breath stutters as his hands drift down your body, tracing the swell of your bump with reverence before settling on your hips. He guides you backward until the backs of your thighs hit the plush couch in the corner of the room.

"Sit," he murmurs, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You obey, your heart pounding as he kneels in front of you, his large hands spreading your thighs gently. The position feels vulnerable, but the way he looks at you-like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen-makes your insecurities melt away.

"God, you're stunning," he breathes, his lips trailing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The warmth of his breath sends a shiver through you, and you can't help the way your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly.

"Louis," you whisper, your voice trembling with need.

He glances up at you, his smirk equal parts playful and reassuring. "I know, love. Just relax for me, yeah?"

His hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt out of the way as his lips follow, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses. Every touch feels electric, and by the time his mouth finds you, you're already a trembling mess.

The first brush of his tongue makes you gasp, your head falling back against the couch as a moan escapes your lips. He hums against you, the vibration adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

"Louis," you whimper, your thighs threatening to close around his head, but his hands hold you firmly in place, keeping you open for him.

"Let me," he murmurs, his voice muffled but full of intent. "I want to make you feel good."

And he does. His tongue moves with a precision that leaves you breathless, alternating between soft, teasing strokes and firm, purposeful movements that send waves of heat through your body. He knows exactly how to unravel you, how to read every gasp, every arch of your back, and adjust his movements accordingly.

Your fingers tighten in his hair as the pressure builds, your body trembling beneath his touch. The ache in your muscles and the frustration that's been building for days dissolve under his ministrations, replaced by a consuming heat that leaves you on the brink.

"Louis," you cry out, your body tensing as the climax washes over you, leaving you breathless and trembling. He doesn't stop until you're squirming from the sensitivity, and even then, he presses a final, gentle kiss against you before pulling away.

His hands rub soothing circles on your thighs as he looks up at you, his lips glistening, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Better?"

You nod, your chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. "So much better," you manage to whisper, a smile tugging at your lips.

He grins, rising to his feet and leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Good. Because there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, love."

You reach for him, pulling him down for a proper kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. The moment is soft, tender, a quiet reminder of just how deeply he cares for you.

"I love you," you whisper against his lips, and the way his eyes light up makes your heart ache in the best way.

"I love you too," he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

Louis helps you fix your hair and straighten your clothes, his smirk never fading. “You look ravishing,” he teases as he smooths a wrinkle on your skirt.

“Shut it,” you mutter, though the heat rushing to your cheeks betrays you.

He grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together. “C’mon, let’s head back before they come looking for us. Niall’s got a knack for barging in at the worst moments.”

You let out a soft laugh, following him out of the dressing room. Your legs are still a little shaky, but Louis keeps you steady with his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

The moment you step into the green room, four pairs of eyes snap to you and Louis. Niall is the first to speak, his grin so wide it practically splits his face.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to rejoin us,” he says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

Harry raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Took you long enough. We thought we’d have to send a search party.”

Liam clears his throat, trying to look serious but failing miserably as a smirk creeps onto his face. “You two are terrible at sneaking off, you know that, right?”

Zayn doesn’t say anything, but the amused quirk of his lips and the knowing look in his eyes speak volumes.

You groan, sinking into a chair and burying your face in your hands. “Can you all not?”

Louis, on the other hand, looks entirely unbothered. He plops down beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “Jealous, are you?” he quips, grinning at the others.

“Jealous of what?” Niall shoots back. “The two of you disappearing for a quickie? Hard pass, mate.”

Your cheeks burn as Harry chuckles. “I mean, considering how you two look right now…” He gestures vaguely at you and Louis, his eyes twinkling.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Louis says, though his tone is more amused than annoyed. He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Zayn finally speaks up, his voice calm but laced with humor. “We’re just glad you’re happy. Both of you.”

You glance at Louis, and the soft smile he gives you makes your heart swell. Despite the teasing, you can feel the genuine support radiating from the boys, and it makes you realize just how lucky you are to have them in your corner.

“Thanks,” you mumble, your voice quieter now. “For everything.”

Niall waves a hand. “Ah, don’t get all emotional on us. Just… maybe keep the sneaking around to a minimum, yeah? Some of us are trying to enjoy our snacks without mental images we didn’t ask for.”

You laugh despite yourself, and Louis squeezes your shoulder. “Noted. We’ll try to be more discreet next time.”

Liam shakes his head, but his smile is warm. “There’s no hiding anything with this group. You should know that by now.”

“Trust me, I’ve learned,” you reply, leaning into Louis and letting the warmth of the moment wash over you.

…

Part 4

[alienoresimagines]

I'm On The Run With You, My Sweet Love | Buck x Bucky

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For the Prompts : "I don't want to move" + Lake Sex of the Writers of the Air Discord event organised by the wonderful @johnslittlespoon 💕

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On a hot summer day, John and Gale enjoy an afternoon off-base at a nearby lake, far from the war and its destruction. They laugh, cuddle, kiss, talk about the future, with no one but the warm summer sun as their witness.

Also they come. Twice.

Snippet :

“Gonna take you to the nicest theater there is.” The sentence is punctuated by a kiss on his lips. “You’ll choose the movie,” and another. “We’ll sit in the back rows so we can hold hands between our seats, but in the middle so you can have the best view of the screen.”

“Why, you ain’t gonna watch the movie with me? Gonna leave your fella to enjoy a picture alone?” It’s John’s turn to snort, seemingly delighted by Gale’s teasing as he steals another kiss that ends with his bottom lip between Gale’s teeth for a second.

“I’ll watch you.” Their lips connect again, and this time when Bucky pulls away, he stays close enough their lips brush with every word. “I’ll catch all the little expressions you don’t even realize you do. And when you’ll be so focused on the movie you’ll part those pretty lips in wonder, I’ll kiss your hand and nobody but us will know. That you’re my fella,” John grins wide, a mirror image to Gale, and kisses one of his cheeks. “That I’m yours.” The apple of his other cheek gets a kiss too, and Gale smiles so wide his face starts hurting but he can’t stop, not when John is looking at him like he holds all the answers to the world.

“That a promise, Bucky?”

To say yes would be to admit that the both of them will come out alive from the war. It’s not something they’ve ever done, at least not so plainly. Normally, John would say “Don’t count on it” with a smile, and they’d both know it’s as close to a yes as they can allow themselves to believe.

Today, he seals it with a searing kiss.

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[midnight1nk]

Helloooo while I'm here I wanna ask so- the song that was out of nowhere released on the smg4 spotify

I didn't see anything (also can't check twitter rn if anything's on there about it) and I listened to it right and it's.... odd? I wonder if it's like, intentional. As in that they meant to put it out, especially cuz to me, as I think about it.... it feels- AI generated? I mean, hopefully it's not but there is a chance that it could be.

BUT if they weren't hacked on spotify, something I've never heard before- but if they weren't hacked and it isn't AI generated, what could it be possibly for? Especially because it's so different from music they released before.

ah yes, the flareglow situation, hmmm. Haven't heard anyone from the Team come out with an official comment, so we're gonna have to make some concrete "assumptions"...

Scenario 1: Spotify Sucks

We all are no strangers to social media platforms glitching out/not working. There were even several times when all the songs disappeared from the SMG4 profile. So the simple answer is: Spotify just sucks.

Plus, I did look around and, according to @/Minions_Fanboy on twitter, the real artist is smgwave/smg4wave on tiktok. I haven't been able to find the user (yet), but we'll see.

In other words, the assumption that most people had about the "account got hacked" is completely valid.

Scenario 2: The Strangest Clue

Everyone, put on your tinfoil hats because we're about to get silly! :) If this was meant to be intentional, then this is definitely the strangest puzzle (haha get it) we had so far.

(more below cut)

the cover looks like it was made in GMod

all the artist credits say that it's "Smg4"

song is posted on spotify, apple music, heart radio, and youtube (those topic channels but no the SMG4 one)

4. then we have the lyrics, which I tried my best to decipher:

I know (we got); I know (we got); I know you train so hard, We got to save the world; We won't win if we don't (play/plan???) now, I know you have to change around; (x2) Can you please (live??) some more, thank you; (Stewey/steady???) unless; I know you stand for something; I know you train so hard (x4), So hard, so hard (wow); I know you train so hard, We don't (play??) if we don't get; I know you train so hard (x4), We don't win if we get

(I had to listen this on loop to get it close enough holy shit) ANYWAY I can totally see the AI vibes coming from. Since no one has come out to confirm if this really was AI, either way I say "ew". If this is the Team trolling/teasing us (which they kinda have been), then this is one from the music department going "lmao gottem".

But if this is supposed to be part of a puzzle.... (oh no, not the FNAF box goddammit)

Would it be weird for me to say that the beginning of Flareglow is a slower arrangement to Mr Puzzles "It's TV Time" theme??? (ok you can boo me off the stage now) I listened to it side-by-side and some of the beats sounded familiar but maybe my mind has really gone coo coo crazy

apparently someone said that there was a bit of Mario 64 motif in it, especially at the end (not confirmed and still searching)

Not that I support AI (and don't think anyone in Team does) but having it sound like AI may communicate that "something is wrong" and that we the audience would suspect it. Plus the electro beat gives off the glitch effect.

Cover's obviously made in GMod but somehow it's both unassuming and bizarre. We are all familiar with how the SMG4 show uses GMod and their song covers, but you wouldn't think this cover and song would belong to SMG4. It's meant to throw us off and perhaps ignore it entirely. Make us forget about it. The logic is:

SMG4 characters on cover = song's from SMG4

Based on the (awful) lyrics, the singer (Person A) is in the perspective of uplifting someone else (Person B) against a common enemy, final-battle sort of situation. Alluding to a future arc perhaps?

Whoever Person A is, they have been observing how much Person B trying to improve themselves/their powers ("training" being emphasized so many times). Whether it's to level up their skills or to control them, and yes they're two different things. The first people you could think of are SMG4 & 3, it's been a while since they have done some meme guardian power training, and are likely to have character development/arc. And personally, it's giving IGBP vibes. BUT it could also be Melony with her God powers and we did see her God form in the WOTFI '24 arc, but wasn't able to beat against Mr Puzzles (Maybe it was due to her lack of training?)

Regardless, Person B would have to face a moral dilemma. In the events within the song, Person B might have to make a choice that may be out of character for them to do, but for the sake of the world, they have to. Person A reminds them that it isn't out of character at all, and it's based on what Person B believes in. And Person A knows them too well to know that.

They're both running out of time and Person B may feel insecure about using the skills/powers they have been training for, but the choice Person B makes would be to save everyone. Person A & B together. If they lose, it would really be over.

Watch it be entirely wrong by someone from the Team LOL. Well anyway, those are my thoughts and if anyone has anything, send an ask/comment!

If we strangely get a confirmation that it was intentionally released by the Team, I might make this song an honorable mention to the goop!4 website ig

[entropicbias]

Last couple asks has me wondering what kind of johndave rep DO you like to read/see? Any examples you can think of in fanworks? And just your own interpretation. Thank you

i have got to reiterate that this is just a me thing. i'm not saying this to police anyone on their writing! i'm just really specific about the way i see these two get portrayed.

this is gonna suck and i'm gonna ramble about it for a while cause i'm mentally challenged. i have a hard time explaining my own thoughts with accuracy. sorry i can't keep this short and sweet. i am the type of person to just know when something is done right. i can't tell you why, but i'll try for you, anon. if you don't want to read all this here, i summarized it.

even more simplified

this is so crude. canon dave is really hard to nail for writers for some reason let alone the specific way i see him. i like a more chillaxed dave. some of the things that really throw me off with dave writing is missing the mark on how annoying he is and dumbing his character down to either angst, obama and apple juice jokes, or him being gay. i think john also encounters this issue. not enough research goes into their interests so writers can only represent them with the bare minimum. nicholas cage, con air, and 'dave i'm not a homosexual'. john and dave are assholes. they tease each other and aren't shy of doing that to other people. not that they're bad people! they care about each other and their friends a lot! but they're not afraid of being really honest about their thoughts or overexaggerating something that doesn't really bother them to poke fun at someone. they can make mendacious remarks to be polite, it just doesn't occur to them as often as just blatantly stating their thoughts on something or someone. i also like seeing them have more naturalistic dialogue. for some reason, when i think of that i think of zach from oneyplays or his character charlie from smiling friends. which is dumb even if it gives you an idea. i feel like a lot of this kind of banter is missing from these fanfics i read. at least, in the way i want it to go. think powerup comics.

gay part upcoming. i think the john and dave's relationship is best portrayed as a childhood crush that is unspoken of. a term i recently learned was "demiromantic", and i think that very perfectly describes how i think john's homosexuality would work. i mean, he doesn't really have a problem admiring dudes, which in itself could be called gay but that's not why i think he would be attracted to dave. i think it's kind of hilarious when people attribute john's homosexuality to him being "romantically interested in cage". john's idols are more like heroic figures to him. i don't like it when that is used as evidence that he's gay unless someone is making fun of him. this is the part where i talk about how john insists on the fact that he's straight. i'm not doubting that at all i think john still likes women and it's easier for him to do so. but he can also develop feelings for someone like dave. hence why i think he's demiromantic in that regard. this is exactly what my sexuality is like, so maybe i am projecting. i like to imagine i'm not projecting incorrectly, though. i think he'd only be able to develop feelings for dave in a setting where he is really a prominent figure in his life. earlier acts of homestuck were like this, but unfortunately the johndave relationship wouldn't work out on john's end with the way homestuck went. their friendship was kind of forgotten after a while, which sucks. in an ideal world, they would have remained in contact and then gotten close again in earth c. but dave was written to be with karkat and jade, which either nulls his feelings for john or opens up a whole new avenue of internalizing it. which is dumb and convoluted and i don't care about postcanon.

dave on the other hand would think about his feelings towards john a little more. i like to think that homestuck dave definitely had feelings towards john. i like to imagine they both developed a crush on each other around the same time, but unlike john who doesn't give it the time of day or even considers it as a crush, dave would. and he'd know that but he wouldn't want to act on it because of a plethora of reasons. probably to retain their friendship and his self image. i guess that could give them some 'angst'.

but you know what? i don't even care for romance all that much! they're bros before they're anything else! and that's all that matters to me! just nailing their friendship in itself is gold. john and dave mean a lot to each other in a platonic sense. even if they pursue other romantic avenues or don't, i don't care! i just like people putting them in a similar setting and showcasing their awesome bromance!

fig. 3, i also like davejade. thinking of iterations of him and john in fanworks that i like is really hard cause i don't read much in that department. what comes to mind is mr. tambourine man and some of deacon_blues's comics. kgtac has a really good dave and karkat too. cole is a spectacular writer. but i've finished neither of those comics so i'm just basing it off the very little i've read. also, none of these examples are particularly johndave related. i just wanted to note down examples of john egbert and dave strider writing i enjoyed. i read like, one comic faygos made but that was also pretty good. pinballhazard is also a phenomenal writer and artist. especially for john! you guys should check all these guys out. anyways, thanks for reading all that!

[nicolettemarionette]

Business with Pleasure (PART 2)

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader x Stewy Hosseini  Description: Kendall takes up his old pal's offer to share his lover. (Part 1) Word count: 2.5K-ish Rating: SMUT (more under the cut) 

Warnings: Cursing, smut, age-gap, exhibition, teasing, M/M/F threesome, oral (M and F receiving - Kendall Roy eats pussy like a champ), deepthroat PIV, protected sex

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I would say it's worth it! Enjoy ;) 

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"Come on, it'll be just like old times."

Kendall tilts his head, looking past his friend to search your face for a moment, wondering if you're lust drunk or just fucking wasted. Then, he decides he doesn't really care. "Fuck it, yeah."

"Atta boy, sit down," Stewy claps his hands together, then scoffs at Kendall, who's chosen to sit about a foot away from you, hands glued to his suit pants. "You want anything...something to drink?"

The CEO hesitates, tempted, then shakes his head, "Uh no, I'm...I'm good."

"You sure? Cos you look a little tense." His voice is teasing, his hand moving to rest against your waist, "Don't you think, sweetheart?"

You hum in agreement, more than excited on how this is going to play out. Stewy's little smirk has your heart flipping, "Why don't you go...help Ken relax a bit?"

"Okay."

You crawl over to him, settling between his legs and looking up at him through your lashes. Your hands find their way to his thighs, a ditzy smile slipping onto your lips at the way his muscles tense under your touch. 

Kendall falters, "You...you're going to uh..?"

Stewy answers him before you can, "She's gonna suck your dick. Do you need me to hold your hand, bro?"

"Uhh no, fuck off," Kendall brushes off the sarcasm, adam's apple bobbing as your fingers move towards his zipper.

Stewy laughs, holding his hands up, "Okay, just thought I'd offer."

Kendall's hips lift as you tug his briefs down, his cock bouncing against his taught skin. You maintain eye contact with him, wrapping your hand around his girth, stroking him slowly. He groans, head dropping back, spreading his thighs further apart to give you more room.

You press your tongue flat against the underside of his length and the moan that falls from his lips has you clenching around nothing. Who knew Kendall Roy was so sensitive? 

With a confidence that's probably inspired by the amount of alcohol in your system, you take him deeper into your mouth, feeling his cock twitch at the sensation. Kendall groans, half-lidded eyes fluttering as he watches his length continue to disappear past your lips slowly, "Fuck, you're good at this."

His praise has you whimpering around him, sending vibrations through his cock. Your cheeks hallow as you speed up, taking him further each time until the head of his cock nudges the back of your throat. 

The action has him clenching his fists, resisting the urge to buck his hips up and force you further down on his cock. Instead, he chokes out, "Oh...fuck, take it. Good fucking girl."

Again, your body heats at his words and Stewy smirks knowingly, palming himself at the way your thighs rub together incessantly. He decides to speak up again, "Pull her hair; she goes fucking crazy for it."

"Uh...really?" Kendall looks to his friend for confirmation, but the brunette merely offers a sly grin.

Taking that as his green light, Kendall's hand finds its way into your hair, tugging slightly then harder when you moan. He uses his grip to guide you back down, helping you move against him. 

You keep one hand on his thigh, steadying yourself and use the other to play with his balls. Just as his hips begin to stutter, Stewy clears his throat, "Alright, let's not blow your load before you get to dessert."

Kendall's reluctant to release his hold in your hair, but does as he's told. You get to your feet shakily, accepting a hand for support. You're not expecting the CEO to cup your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. Still, you reciprocate it eagerly, opening your mouth and letting his tongue slip in, the taste of him mingling with saliva.

"Come here," you break away at Stewy's voice, turning to face your lover with a bashful smile, which he returns warmly. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms, a sight that always has you biting your lip. His hand slowly slides up the material of your dress, "You know, I hate this fucking dress."

Your brows furrow, voice a pitch higher, "I thought you liked it."

"I did," he starts, then pinches at the seam between his fingers, "but now...I hate it." In one swift movement, the fabric's torn, falling to the ground in a pool around your legs. You're left standing in only your panties, exposed nipples hardening under the attention.

The sound of ripping silk is loud but the two men still hear your gasp, Stewy letting out a laugh at your reaction while Kendall's at least nice enough to bite back his amusement. "Stewy!" You narrow your eyes at the former, "That was vintage Chanel."

There's not a hint of remorse as he cups your breasts, but as his thumbs brush against your nipples, your back arches and you can feel your resolve crumbling, something he notes. His voice is mocking as he turns to his friend, continuing his teasing touch, "You hear that, Kendall? That was Chanel!"

"Vintage Chanel," the taller man corrects, eyes crinkling playfully. He steps closer until you're sandwiched between them, then he nods assuredly, "Yeah, he'll buy you another one."

Stewy caresses your skin, "That's fucking right, I always do." He lifts your chin, kissing you sweetly and you melt into him, sighing contentedly. You'd come to appreciate the finer things in life; being pressed against two of the most powerful men in the city coupled with the promise of a shopping spree has you weak in the knees.

"You good, man?" Stewy quips, once he's broken from your lips.

Kendall's hands tentatively find your waist, thumbs tracing over the dips in the soft skin, "Yeah, fuck yeah. Just uh...enjoying the view."

"Like what you see?" He spins you so that you're facing Kendall, who's lowering his head to drink you in. Stewy moves your hair to your shoulder and licks a stripe up your neck, making you whine in need.

Kendall makes a noise of affirmation, then, "Fuck! Can...can I uh...?" His voice breaks, and fuck it drives you crazy - having someone with so much power sound so desperate for you. You're unsure of what he means to do, but one look over your shoulder at how Stewy's eyes darken has you shivering in anticipation.

"You wanna eat her out? Go ahead."

That's all it takes for him to drop to his knees before you, your eyes widening at the action. He presses hot kisses to your inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands trail your skin before meeting lace. Instead of pulling your panties down, he presses his lips to your stomach, then those brown eyes look up into yours, searching for your approval, "Is that...is that okay?"

"Yes," your voice is heavy, your breaths coming too fast. It's all so much and not enough; you run your fingers through his short hair to encourage him to carry on. 

It seems to work as he pulls the flimsy lace down, lifting your legs gently to get them over your feet. But it seems he needs more, taking a deep breath that makes you shudder, "You want me to touch you?"

You nod fervently, groaning when you hear Stewy tut behind you, "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Want you, please Ken," you struggle to get the words out, hips already chasing his touch.

He rewards you by moving his hands around your hips until they rest on your ass, surely brushing against Stewy's bulge, directing rhetoric toward his pal, "How can I say no to that?"

But before you have a chance to ponder how close the pair really are, his tongue has you bucking your hips, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

Kendall's no slouch at eating pussy - he's always strived to be the best at everything he does and this is no different. He'd gotten plenty of practice, with girls in college throwing themselves at him with the mere mention of his legacy name. And who was he to deny them the pleasure of said name?

He spreads open your pussy lips with his fingers before moving his tongue to trace a wet 'K' over your clit. He licks the letter again, his pretty eyes watching your face as you writhe and contort with blinding pleasure. 'L' has you tugging at his dark hair, back arching against Stewy, who's supporting your frame with a comforting grip on your shoulders. His 'R' is quick and messy and he's practically lapping your pussy at this point, feeling more than cocky as you cry out, grip tightening on him.

"Oh fuck!" 

Stewy places a chaste kiss to your skin, then mutters into your ear. "You like that?"

"Yes! So good," the shrieks are barely understandable and if Kendall's face wasn't buried between your thighs, he'd smirk.

The man behind you hums, "Better than me?"

Kendall seems to take this as a challenge, lips fastening over your clit, thick fingers slipping embarrassingly easily into your pussy and curling up towards your navel. His free hand settles on your lower stomach, pressing slightly so that you can feel the coil of pleasure tighten.

You all but scream, spasming around his fingers. The pleasure is searing and apparent, Kendall feels you shudder against his tongue, groaning. He slows his pace, softly licking through your orgasm until you push his head away, panting heavily.

He gets to his feet, face coated in your arousal, self-satisfied grin on his face, "You didn't uh, answer the question."

It takes a moment for you to process his words, and you stutter, "I-I-"

"She wants me to fuck her so bad she can't even talk," Kendall teases, shrugging to Stewy cheekily.

Stewy doesn't bat an eyelid, matching his smile with vigour, "Well then, better give her what she wants."

"You got a-"

He's thrown a condom before he can finish, Stewy having fished it out of his pocket while he was watching you get eaten out by his best friend. You clutch onto Stewy's arm, pulling him to kiss you. He reciprocates immediately, it's soft and completely not indicative of what's to come. 

Stewy pushes you gently, and you stumble against the couch while he stands in front of you. You look up at him, eyes wide. 

"You're a fucking mess, sweetheart," the words are harsh but uttered adoringly, his finger pushing past your swollen lips. You suck on it instinctively and he lets out a low groan, "And I love it. Now, do you want Ken to fuck you?"

You nod enthusiastically, not bothering to remove your lips to answer verbally, something he playfully rolls his eyes at, "Good. Then I want you to open up for me."

Stewy unbuckles his belt lazily and props one knee up on the couch across from you, his other boot firmly planted on the floor. You roll onto your stomach, crawling over to him, aware of Kendall's presence behind you. Bare skin presses against yours and you're aware that he must've discarded his shirt somewhere, your imagination running wild. 

You fumble with Stewy's boxers for a second before freeing his cock. His fingers wind into your hair, stroking the soft strands appreciatively. You press your lips to the head of his cock, kitten licks teasing the head of it while Stewy hisses in a breath, "Don't be a fucking tease."

His hold in your hair tightens in response, groaning when you finally take him in your mouth. Unlike Ken, Stewy's eyes remain fixated on his favourite sight - you look so beautiful like this, eyes watery, cheeks hollowed, lips red and swollen. You always struggle to swallow down his cock and he smirks, bucking his hips up a bit, just to fuck with you. You gag slightly, saliva mixed with his precum drooling from your lips.

"Are you just going to stand there?" His voice is strained as he addresses Kendall, who mutters a 'no'.

One hand grips the flesh of your hips, the other guiding his cock as he drags it through your folds, collecting your wetness. You whine around Stewy's cock when Kendall's grazes your clit, his hold on your hair not letting you pull away. Then, he lines himself up, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuckkkk, is this okay?" Kendall asks, swallowing thickly at the sight of your pussy stretching to accommodate him.

You moan something around Stewy's dick in affirmation that's barely intelligible and Kendall can't help the soft laugh that falls from his lips. Though it quickly turns into a raspy groan when Stewy ruts into your mouth, sending you towards him, your hips almost flush with his, the head of his cock pressing almost painfully into your cervix. You spasm around him and he hisses, you're full, so fucking full.

You brace one of your hands on Stewy's thigh, the other one at the base of his cock, and relax your throat as he starts to fuck your mouth deeper, hitting the back of your throat each time. He realises Kendall's watching his cock push in and out of you with a dazed expression, like he's still in awe of the situation. Stewy's smirk returns in full force, "How is it?"

"Fuck! So fucking tight," is all he manages to bite out, now using his grip on your hips to thrust into you at a steady pace. You feel a familiar heat pooling in your stomach, and grind harder into him, desperately.

"You like this?" Stewy pats your cheek lightly to get your attention and your eyes jerk up to meet his, tears falling now, "Sucking my dick while you're fucking my best friend?"

Fuck. His words are hot, teasing, and enough to push you over the edge, clenching around Kendall in a way that has his own hips stuttering, his fingers digging into your skin harshly.

Stewy lets out a low groan, body tensing, "Gonna come all over this pretty little face." 

He pulls his cock from your lips, hand closing around it in place of your mouth. His hips jerk up and creamy ropes shoot from his cock, hot against your skin. The noise you make in response coupled with how your pussy is gripping Kendall like a fucking vice is enough to shatter the last of his self control and he pins you mercilessly to his hips as he comes.

When he finally removes himself, you all but collapse into Stewy's waiting arms, chest heaving. Your lover looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips when you open your eyes and look at him.

"You good?" he asks quietly, and you respond with a barely audible 'yeah'. 

You smile up at him, eyes hooded and hair a mess, voice clearer this time when you conclude, "That was fun."

Stewie chuckles, winking at Kendall who's politely handing you bottled water, "Agreed, we'll have to do it again sometime."

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A/N: This took forever to write but I'm quite happy with the way it turned out, and I hope you are too. Again, any feedback is much appreciated. I've also tagged anybody who asked for a part 2 on this, hope that's okayyy

Taglist:

@mystical-apollo, @foreverasleep717, @maraschinodreamo, @justlikehoneyxo, @jinxedthejinx, @jolie989

[novasintheroom]

hiii ✧⁠*⁠。

could i request a scenario w wolfwood (trimax coding if possible) and reader in an established relationship, using kiss prompt 13 from dialogue list 1? thank u heehee 🩷

Absolutely! I'm not familiar w/ trimax really, so I hope this still came out alright!

Lipstick Kisses

♡ Pairing - Wolfwood x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - slight make-out session

♡ Description: Nico complains about your lipstick. He doesn't mean it, though.

The floorboards beat with the strumming of guitars and drums. People stamp their feet, dancing with each other and their drinks. It’s bright in the bar. Lively. The whole town is celebrating another close call from bandits. It was a hard-won victory, thanks to Vash the Stampede and his friends.

The Stampede himself is at the bar, tie magically around his head and babbling happily. Meryl and Millie watch from a nearby table, murmuring to themselves and enjoying their own drinks. They don’t wonder too much about where their other two friends are. You’re usually around somewhere, just out of sight.

Of course, you and Nico had secreted yourselves nearby, in one of the bar’s small hallways. The perfect place for a little lovin’.

“You’re gonna get lipstick all over me,” Nico grumps, but still stretches to let your lips find another spot on his skin.

You hum, leaning back to admire your work. A patchwork of lips decorates his neck, his jaw. “Not all over you,” you tease. You rub at a lip mark, dark red-turned-purple smearing in the dim lighting. “Just the parts I can see.”

“Well if you want to get it all over me, we could find a room and – oof.” Your hit doesn’t actually wind him, but he takes the hint. He smiles at your glare.

You smile back after a moment. “You’re awful.”

He pulls you close again and leans down for a kiss. Your lips meld together, sweet and endearing. It’s hard to have moments like this alone nowadays. Too many eyes, too many whispers. But tonight is a celebration of another close call. It’s time to indulge.

Your lips wander again. You feel his Adam’s Apple bounce with his swallow, his stubble grazing your cheeks as you reach for his ear. It’s easy to kiss him. Easy to love him. You press another red kiss to his earlobe and whisper. You aren’t even sure what, but it brings goosebumps to his skin. He tries to do the same to you – bending down to press a kiss to the groove of your neck. It tickles, and you laugh. Nico lets out his own breathy laugh, cut off to a low groan when you kiss his throat again.

“Princessa…” he warns, but you keep kissing. You want to mark him up, see nothing but your lip stains on his skin. Not a patch of natural color in sight. But Nico knows where this could lead, and he isn’t about to let you go so far. So he grabs your chin and hefts your lips to his again, pressing once, twice, three times before melding perfectly again to a sweet, long kiss.

You’re breathless when he pulls back. He isn’t much better. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose. “What you do to me…”

You giggle and press your nose to his.

A waitress suddenly opens the door and moves through the hall. She only glances at you two, eyes sliding over you like water before she’s gone again, into the backroom. She must be used to scenes like yours.

You, however, are not, and your face is flushed at being caught. You bury your face in his chest and shake your head. You want to leave now. Go back to the party. “That’s so embarrassing…”

Your man snickers and says, “Hey,” softly. You look up at him, pouting, but unable to hold it when you see again just how many lipstick marks you’ve left over his face. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he says. Nico laughs and pats your cheek. “S’a good color on you.”

You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs. “Not as good as the lipstick color on you,” you shoot back. You’re pleased to see the red rise to his cheeks.

“Alright, alright,” he pulls out a handkerchief from one of his jacket pockets and gives it to you. “Help me clean up, will you?” He mutters something about getting back to the party, anyway. The moment is gone, and it’s time to move forward.

You take your time wiping the makeup off. Each one needs a bit of good scrubbing. You’ll have to get this lipstick brand again – it really stays on well. Nico is patient, letting you wipe and re-wipe several areas, dampening the handkerchief with your spit to help the stubborn ones. He watches you stick your tongue out, concentrating on every little bit. It’s hard to not kiss you when you look like that. When you’re finally satisfied with your work, you step back and give him a once over. “Okay…I think you’re clean.”

He reaches out and wipes away a smear of lipstick on the side of your mouth. He smiles and pecks you on the lips. “Thanks, doll.”

The bar is bright when you come out of the doorway. People nod at you two, some giving winks and knowing smirks. You squeeze Nico’s hand before flitting away to the bar to get you two the drinks you want. He watches for a moment before finding his way to Millie and Meryl nearby.

“Well, you two seem to be having fun,” Meryl quips.

Nico pauses for a split second before lowering himself in a seat. “What do you mean? We just went for a little walk.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Millie is staring at a spot on Nico’s neck. “Gosh, Mister Wolfwood, if you went for a walk, it must have been a very loving one, what with that lipstick on you!”

Nico feels a blush creep up his neck. He slaps a hand where he sees Millie’s eyes and rubs. Red lipstick smears onto his fingers. You’d missed one on purpose. He looks at you at the bar. You turn away with a quick smile. Caught red-handed.

Meryl and Millie laugh at his plight while he grumbles about you being blind. Still, his heart hammers at how blatantly you made your mark for everyone to see.

Oh, he’d get you for this later.

[myewten]

Here's part 2 of fubu! Jake, please enjoy

Sub Jake, Dom reader, Mommy kink, bathroom sex, degrading Jake, idk what else are the tags

Jake was in disarray; all of a sudden the perfect person appeared in front of his eyes all ready for the taking, someone who he'd happily set aside his player tendencies from. And as quick as you appeared in his life, you left just as fast. Days of messaging you on bumble, insta and telegram, all being left at seen, then all just being delivered. He knows you haven't blocked him and yet you choose to ignore his relentless messages.

It was all going so smooth, you guys were seeing each other for casual sex and the moments after when he hung out in your apartment made him think that there was a connection more than sex. Those longing looks, those shared blankets, those intimate touches by your kitchen counter, those stupid moments before you kicked him out.

Did they mean nothing to you?

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A week passed and Jake started to finally entertain the thought that maybe you weren't gonna come back to him. So he finally said yes when his friends Chan's invitation to go clubbing.

"dude, she's ghosted you for a week already. she's not gonna just appe---- wait isn't that her?"

Chan was almost worried Jake broke his neck just to check if you were really there. And low and behold, you were. Just as beautiful as the day you left...a week ago or so.

A black and red halter dress, hair and makeup all done, everything was perfect about your look for the night. It's like it was ripped right out of Jake's wettest dreams. The thing that pulled him out of his fantasies however was that you were dancing with some random tall and masculine looking chick.

He felt defeated, then he remembered "who gives a fuck, I'll just act drunk"

And so before Chan can stop his younger friend, Jake went waddling over to try and steal you from the chick that could most likely beat him up.

"mind if I steal you for a moment sweetheart?"

"and if I say no?"

"please mommy, I miss you so much"

"sit"

And Jake was sat right on the closed toilet while staring at your towering pressence. Awaiting patiently for whatever you'd give him, your attention was enough as is.

"what gave you the idea that you could grind your pathetic little dick on my ass when mommy was busy?" you were leaning on the wall in front of the toilet and slowly traced the tip of your red bottom heels on Jake's legs. Slowly ridding it up until it was pressed up on his visible hard on and slowly adding pressure while simultaneously giving Jake a wonderful view of you wearing his favorites pair of panties. It was a sight worth dying for.

All he could do was whimper at the sight and your actions almost making him finish. He hadn't touched himself since you left. "answer me, slut."

"I-i'm sorry mommy--! I miss you so much. p-please come back to me. I-i'll b-be so good for you. Just use me. P-please come back! I-i---"

You cut him off by a kiss and swallowing his moans, sitting on his lap to get comfortable for your next actions.

"if you don't make a sound, I'll make you my only slut. ok?"

All he could do was desperately nod as you already started unzipping his pants and taking out his aching dick. Even the sight of you spitting on your hand as if there wasn't enough pre-cum coming out of him to help you out made him even more turned on.

You started you pace slowly and teasing his tip as you nibbled on his Adam's apple. Jake's plump lips was most definitely bleeding from how hard he was bitting down to quiet himself. "Did you bring your car baby?"

a nod was all you got as a reply and you continued to fasten you pace and then stopping. "Good, let's continue this there. But first, let me take care of my poor little slut"

You knew him so well, all you had to do was go back to teasing his tip and he was all over your hand and whimpering ever so quietly.

he was hard almost instantly again when he saw you taste him from your hand and kissed him to make him taste his own cum. "open and swallow for me baby."

"good boy, now let's say good bye to your friend and you can taste mommy in the car ok?"

"yes, mommy"

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Going To A Haunted House With Obi

Obi Akitaru X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Haunted house goodies galore filled with splatter filled dreams, suggestive themes

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) Here it is folks my yearly Halloween Obi fic! This just became my own little tradition and I'm not gonna lie I look forward to it every year! I just adore this man! 💜 I can't lie either I enjoyed writing the haunted house part, because I am a sick and twisted person. I'm not sorry. I hope to get some more Halloween goodies posted throughout this month so keep your eyes peeled as I continue to work whenever I can. Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Halloween was always you and Obi's special night. Date nights were always planned for October 31st and this year you both decided to miss out on the Fire Force's annual Halloween Party and have some much needed alone time. Things had been crazy around the 8th and it was beginning to finally slow when the fateful day finally came around. This year you both had written several different ideas down on strips of paper and placed them in Obi's helmet. You both were to pick one strip of paper apiece and those activities would be done on the date. Obi picked enjoying the downtown Halloween festival and your slip had you both a little nervous as it said 'visit a haunted house.' You both asked Shinra and the crew what house would be the best to visit and every single one of them picked the scariest one that existed in Tokyo. Now you both couldn't back down from the challenge as your crew would think you two cowards. You looked at Obi nervously but he just shrugged his shoulders.

Halloween came around quickly and with the team occupied with celebrating their night in their own fashion, you and Obi were free to enjoy yourselves. The day was chilly, a crisp breeze flowing through the streets. The giggles of children and parents keeping a close eye filled the busier neighborhoods. Obi took your hand giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad we don't have to go to that horrible party like we did last year," you spoke watching a group of children pass by with a struggling parent lagging behind. Obi chuckled squeezing your hand a little tighter. Being captain was a job he loved but it did have it's downsides.

"It wasn't that bad," he replied causing you to pout. "Okay it was bad."

"Keep doing that Obi and all you'll be getting on this hallowed night is tricks," you teased.

"Don't be stingy now," he purred.

You ducked from Obi's searching lips, escaping from his grip to trot down the sidewalk. Despite his large and muscular body, Obi was fast when he wanted to be. It didn't take long for him to catch up and catch you. Picking you up easily and pulling you into his chest, where all you could do was laugh.

Walking a little further you could smell the festival on the breeze. A mix of warm spiced apple cider, caramel apples, and popcorn tickling your nose. You glanced at Obi before giving his hand a squeeze and dragging him a little faster. Surrounded by various booths of food and games it was a Halloween wonderland that you never wanted to end. All the games that had to do with strength, Obi excelled in them. You felt a little bad for the people running the booth as they lost money to the large Fire Force captain. But once that cute fuzzy prize was placed in your arms, you didn't feel all that bad anymore. Before Obi could continue to clean out all the booths from their prizes, you both were ready for some food from the different stalls. Splitting up Obi wanted to grab the food while you went to a different booth for drinks. You were done first so it was up to you to find a table. You were getting nervous as it seemed like everywhere was took up, until a couple just finished up and left a table close to the entrance. You snagged it quickly, setting the drinks and your prizes down.

Obi found you a little later with a feast in tow. How he carried it all on his own was amazing and the food tasted wonderful. With empty food cartons and cups, the sun began to set. The temperature dropped lower causing you to shiver a little at a nippy breeze.

"Ready to go to the haunted house," Obi asked gathering up the trash.

"No," you answered honestly.

"Me either," he laughed. "But it was in the hat and I'm sure you were the one who wrote it down."

"I couldn't think of anything!"

"Don't worry," he whispered in your ear, "I'll protect you."

The haunted house was about a five minute walk from the festival and you both found that the line inside was even closer due to the amount of people waiting. The haunted house didn't open until later that day and unfortunately you both hadn't planned on a big line starting early. Now you got to stand in line and dread going in more as the echoes of screams pierced the night. Obi squeezed your hand as you flinched at every high pitched blood curdling scream. Despite being in line for almost half and hour it felt like a blink and you both were at the entrance. The outside workers with lights in hand waved you both through and shut the door with a loud boom behind you.

The darkness swallowed you both whole and you could feel Obi shivering. So much for protecting you from the ghouls in the house. You both faced Infernals on a daily basis but a haunted house was already proving to be too much and you both just entered. Taking a deep breath Obi stepped forward first keeping a tight grip on your hand, leading you into the eerily lit dark. The first room you entered was splattered with fake blood and severed limbs on chains dangling from the ceiling. Somebody was strapped to the table in a bloody gown, screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Help me! He's going to kill me help me!"

You jumped squeezing tighter to Obi when a large man leapt out from behind a curtain, chainsaw in hand running towards you and Obi. A scream left your throat and you raced from the room dragging Obi with you. Leaving the chainsaw maniac behind, a hallway was between this room and the next. Dolls sitting on the shelves and the only lights were directed on them. Some dolls' hands were waving, some of their heads were spinning. Majority of them were missing eyes, limbs, and only tufts of hair were left on their heads.

"Come play with us," the dolls giggled.

"Come," their voices were growing lower.

"Play," lower.

"With us," they finished in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a creature from the Underworld. It was that moment a ghoulish looking woman raced from behind a secret wall, screaming as blood drained from her empty sockets. You clung to Obi who also held onto you as you both screamed.

Escaping the hallway you made it into the next room. Jail cells surrounded the walls, rusty and dank. You could swear you could smell something cooking. A warden circled around the room, bloody keys jingling on his duty belt while the judge stood beside an electric chair. Zombie prisoners reached between the decrypted bars trying to grab a hold of you and Obi. One snagged the hem of your shirt and tugged roughly, pulling you down on the floor where rotten teeth reached for your neck. You screamed trying to tug yourself from the creature's grip. Obi was at your side yanking you up from the floor as the judge pulled the lever on the electric chair. The inmate screaming as sparks flew. That was the last straw as you both booked it from the room.

"This is not fun," you panted.

"I know when it's coming but it doesn't make it any less terrifying," Obi agreed keeping a better grip on you.

You both were only halfway through the house and there was several more areas to go through. You and Obi screamed and ran your way through a butcher shop, a devilish pet shop full of evil creatures for adoption, and a haunted abandoned school room, before the last obstacle loomed before you both. The Graveyard. There was the glorious glow of the exit light across the graveyard. Looking up at your brave and handsome captain, you both took the first step forward. That triggered the zombie apocalypse. The undead stepped from their foggy places, groaning and screaming at the sight of prey. A few were still stuck in their graves, reaching for your ankles as you stumbled by. Obi kept you upright, his chest heaving at the exertion and complete terror taking over his body. The movies always made zombies look slow, these were everything but. Rotten teeth glistening in the haunted sickly moonlight. It was beginning to feel like an eternity to that precious glow at the end, like a light at the end of a demented tunnel. You stumbled again and Obi took matters into his own hands. In one smooth motion you were lifted up again and pulled into the air. You had a moment of weightlessness until you landed in Obi's arms. He held you tightly gripping you to his well toned chest as his legs churned faster. He had kept his speed slower so you could keep up better, until he no longer had to worry about you tripping and falling. In seconds you both crossed the finished line. The zombies departed going back to their start positions to wait for the next victims through the door.

Though he carried you through the ending you both were panting hard. You looked up at Obi before starting to laugh. Despite still trying to catch his breath he began to laugh too.

"We survived," you joked.

Obi nodded pulling you in for a deep kiss.

Back at the station your friends were waiting for your return. They hounded you both with questions before Obi held out tickets for each one of them. After the torture they had caused making you go to the scariest thing in Tokyo, there was no way they were going to get away with it. Giving them the tickets and shoving them out the fire station door, Obi led you to your shared bedroom. He closed the door firmly turning the lock as his gaze darkened.

"Am I still getting nothing but tricks this evening," he purred nipping at your neck.

"Well you are my hero of the evening," you hummed, threading your fingers through his hair. "And you carrying me through that graveyard was pretty hot. I think you earned yourself a treat."

Obi chuckled, "Happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween," you replied pulling him down for a sweet kiss.

[mega-punani]

Hello hello!! I really love your writing and your art sm!! <33 I gotta say I'm all in for the romantic feels asks but platonic dynamics have a special place in my heart so- got any headcanons for the pirate au boys with a little sister medic/healer crewmate? Like the passive sweetie in the background that makes sure everyone's okay and her worry about everyone rivals that of edge yk? Ty! ^w^

RAHHH THANK U!!! I TRY MY BEST EVERY DAY!

Worried Medic Younger Sibling Y/N!:

Sans: Oh great, yet another sibling to spend sleepless nights worrying about... All jokes, Sans loves them to bits, and he is so incredibly grateful that they would go out of their way to fret over him and take care of him. He had just grown so used to hiding his weaknesses, for Pap's sake. But now, he finally had someone who took care of him like he does everyone else. Even if he's gonna crack cringey puns along the way. He'll let out a low chuckle every time they tell him to shut it. Papyrus: He's so touched! As much as he hates to make them worry, a part of him always cries when Y/N rushes up to him with a concerned expression and a medkit. Although Sans practically raised him, he could never feel good actually pouring all his concerns out to his stressed older brother. But his wonderful, amazing, talented sibling is the beam of sunshine he never knew he needed. Blue: NOOOOO NOT ANOTHER EDGE! Blue is sprinting the moment they approach him with a medkit. He always hated the doctor, and you are telling him that his beloved younger sibling is one of those apple-repelled freaks? With great effort, running, screaming, and other crewmates' help, Y/N will be patching up Blue with an iron grip on his skull. He'll whine, but he really is glad that they are willing to put up with his goofs. He will give you a big hug when he's all better and then jump straight into the fray like they didn't just spend 2 hours getting him fixed up.

Stretch: Literally the definition of the annoying older brother. Will come into the medical bay just to knock something off of the table and then turn off the lights, leaving Y/N in the dark. He'll say jokes and puns until someone shoves gauze in his mouth and will not stop bothering you. He has his moments and is a great shoulder to lean on when times are rough. And it's not like the teasing is one-sided! Y/N had seen their fair share of romance poems and songs that Stretch swore he had stashed away. Too bad Cash will do about anything for 3G.

Red: Annoying older brother #2 except he's the type to air punch you and profusely apologize if he accidentally hits you. He rolls his eyelights every time they scold him, sprinkling a few "Who are you, Edge?" and "Big words for such a short guy." He will be relentless when it comes to goofing off. One moment he's your partner in crime, another moment, he is giving you a noogie for being in his business.

Edge: It's like a nagging cycle. Y/N will fret over Edge triggering him to start analyzing you, and then it's just Y/N's sweet concern and Edge's masked care repeated into infinity. Of course, he can't help but cherish the feeling of being so looked after. Even if he feels like it is his duty to look after his younger sibling. He will give them a rare smile, just glad that they love him enough to try, even if he was as stubborn as a mule.

Razz: He's already covering his earholes the moment Y/N enters his navigation status chamber of a room. He groans and grumbles while they place some much-needed food on his desk, blocking his view of his book. But of course, he will never actually yell or rage at his kind younger sibling, although that was the only thing he knew best. He won't say a thank you, but just know that he is so giddy that his sibling is being so thoughtful. You can tell from the warm breeze and the pretty clouds.

Cash: Steals. Everything. He thinks it is the FUNNIEST thing in the world to bother the soul out of his siblings, and his poor younger sibling Y/N. So sweet, so kind, so... EASY TO STEAL FROM! The food they were saving for later? Gone. The little candy jar that they use to give to the crew after checkups? Vanished. Y/N's favorite jacket that doesn't even fit him? Wow, he actually looks really good in it- NO HE'S STRETCHING THE FABRIC. He thinks it's so incredibly rejuvenating when Y/N chases him around. Of course, doesn't last long cause that smoker is already heaving for breath. Bear: Being a sibling is the only way that Bear will not feel nervous about touching Y/N. Of course, he will make sure not to pat to hard or shake them around, but he will be more willing to throw Y/N around if he thinks that they are in danger. He will protect just as fiercely as Y/N would, and he is just so happy to be surrounded by that familial warmth he was never allowed to enjoy. Expect big thank-you meals every time he gets patched up. Cinnamon: He knows that Y/N worries for him sometimes, and he can't help but feel guilty. There are so many things that are wrong with him, and it seems like they visit him every day when he has yet another issue with his eyes or teeth. But every time he is reassured. Perhaps that is why he finds his sibling so wonderful. Because no matter how terrible he feels Y/N will always patch him up and give him a big hug. Having such a caring younger sibling had inspired him to be the best big bro!

[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine.

Word Count: 1904

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. May have future SMUT 18+!

Warnings: Angst, Fluff. Insinuations of intimacy.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 34 - An Unexpected Intrusion

Dean lay there, holding her close as his mind wandered. Normal, that word continued playing through his thoughts. It was sometime after seven, and he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of his bed nor the comfort of having her snuggled up to him.

He could feel her breathing rhythmically as she slept, probably dreaming. Dean thought about the day before, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, remembering the way she looked, laughing, relaxed, and carefree during their snowball fight. The way the light had filtered through the trees made her look angelic in its rays.

Could we really have a normal life, he thought to himself. In his mind, he could see her in a sundress, baking an apple pie in a kitchen, more than likely barefoot. He smiled again when he felt her stir against his chest.

“Mornin’, Sweetheart,” he told her softly, kissing the top of her head.

“Mmmm, mornin',” she mumbled sleepily, not ready to open her eyes.

“You sleep okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Good dreams I didn’t want to wake from,” she replied, smiling a little.

That made Dean chuckle quietly, “Oh yeah? What about?”

“Me and you, and normal,” she hummed, stretching a little.

The two shifted so that they were lying on their sides facing each other, Dean caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, “Sounds nice.”

“It was, and we had a dog,” she chuckled, knowing he wasn’t very fond of animals.

Dean laughed softly, “Not sure how I feel about the dog part.” “I know. I’ve always wanted one, though,” she sighed, “We should get up. I have something I need to share with everyone.”

He looked at her, a bit confused, “Did something happen?” he asked, now also concerned.

“Sort of. I’d rather only say it once, though,” she told him, then kissed him, effectively shutting up any argument he could come up with.

Almost an hour later, they joined the others in the library, smiles on both their faces, “Why do you two always come out here looking guilty as hell?” Bobby asked them, barely managing to hide his amusement.

Maria blushed, unable to hide her embarrassment at his comment, as the two sat beside each other. “Probably because they are,” Sam teased them playfully.

“No less than the two of you,” Dean shot back just as playfully.

Maria was happy that the morning had a lightheartedness to it, and that there was laughter. There were a few more family jabs as they enjoyed coffee together. She was hopeful that moments like this could fill their future.

Normal, she thought to herself, smiling.

Dean leaned over and kissed her cheek, “You gonna share that little something now?” he whispered, wanting to keep it between the two of them until she was ready. However, his curiosity was getting the better of him.

She took a deep breath, looking down at the coffee in her hands, then nodded. Mari hadn’t said anything that morning, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

“I have news,” Maria began, all of their eyes now on her, “I went to Hell this morning.”

“You did what?!” Bobby exclaimed before Dean had a chance to shake his shock and make words.

Maria shrugged a little, “I woke up and just knew that I had to go. So, I went,” she stated, somewhat casually. She also focused on allowing their emotions to move around her and not consume her.

“Wonderful!” Mari said excitedly, clapping her hands, “How did it go?”

The others looked at Mari, confused, shocked, and practically speechless at her excitement. Maria was the only one who chuckled, finding her angel mother adorable in an almost childlike way.

“It went really well,” Maria replied, looking up at all of them, “I met Alastair and Lilith. Neither were happy to see me, but Lilith begrudgingly agreed to my terms.”

“I’m so proud of you, Little One,”  Mari told her, beaming.

“What terms?” John asked, just as curious as the others.

“All the souls that were meant to be in heaven, are now there. Demons will stay off of Earth once the peace spreads to encompass it. The icing on the cake, Lilith agreed to a reform program for the damned souls that want to go to Heaven,” Maria explained to them.

Mari had seen that as a possible outcome. The only one of the things she’d seen that was guaranteed was that demons wouldn’t be able to go to Earth anymore. What Maria had accomplished was beyond what Mari had hoped would happen, and a few tears slid down her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away.

“Wow. Not bad, Sis,” Sam chuckled.

Dean didn’t know what to say, too many emotions coursing through him. So, he just cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Yeah, he’d agreed to keep the PDAs to a minimum, but this was an exception. Maria was more than surprised but soon relaxed and kissed him back. 

“I love you,” Dean told her, once he pulled away, causing her to smile with adoration as she looked into those beautiful green eyes of his.

“I love you too,” she chuckled, finding him absolutely adorable.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Bobby grumbled, trying not to chuckle himself.

Giggles could be heard from around the library as Maria blushed slightly and sipped her coffee. She wondered if there was even a way to describe the type of contentment she felt at that moment. 

“You need to stop what you’re doing,” a man said from the war room, causing all of them to get to their feet quickly.

Maria moved so that she could see who it was, as her Uncle was blocking her view. She took a slow, deep breath when she saw who was standing there. Dean went to move so that he was standing in front of her, but she made her way so that she was between the man and her family.

“I won’t, and you need to leave my family alone,” she told him somewhat confidently.

The man just chuckled at her boldness, “You’re not in charge, and I’m tired of you interfering.”

“Who the hell are you?” Bobby growled.

“I’m God,” he answered plainly, keeping his focus on Maria, “Zamairle, Castiel, you’ll both face your punishment for your transgressions.”

Maria straightened up, keeping herself calm, “I’m gonna make this as clear as I can. You will not be punishing anyone, and you’ll be leaving my family alone.” Chuck sighed, “You need to learn your place,” he told her, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. He looked confused as he snapped his fingers a couple more times, and still, nothing happened.

“I told you, you’ll not mess with my family,” she reiterated to him.

Mari smiled proudly while the others just watched the interaction. Cas tilted his head. Seeing God like this only reinforced that his decision to stand with Maria had been the right one.

Chuck glared at her, “If you don’t back down, I’ll have no choice but to get the angels involved. You can’t stop all of them,” then he smirked, “You also can’t be in two places at once.” And with that, he disappeared.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled, calming her nerves, “So much for diplomacy,” she mumbled, lowering her head slightly. 

Maria walked over to the archway of the library, placing her hand against it. She focused her thoughts, wanting the bunker completely protected from any kind of attack that might come from Heaven, God, or any of the angels. A purple glow grew around her hand and on the archway as she closed her eyes, taking slow, deep breaths. The others just silently watched her. For a brief moment, the bunker shook slightly, similar to how it would if there was an earthquake, and then it just stopped as the glow faded.

“What the hell was that?” Bobby asked, trying not to sound as worried as he was.

She sighed as she returned to sit in her seat, “That was God. I had hoped he would be more willing and accepting of things… but I guess not.” They all sat back down, Dean rubbing her back gently as he leaned his other arm on the library table, “What was that thing you did?” he asked her.

“I made the bunker safe. God can’t enter here again, and neither can the other angels. I also made it so they can’t attack it,” she explained.

“Glad we got to have a day outside,” Jess mumbled, sighing.

“I’ll need to go to Heaven soon,” Maria told them, feeling that pull, just like she had early that morning before she’d gone to Hell.

Dean leaned close to her, kissing the side of her head, “Don’t worry, we’ll all stay inside,” he tried to reassure her, even if he didn’t want her to go.

“We’re ready when you are,” Cas told her before Mari could.

“I’ll let you know when it’s time,” Maria sighed.

Maria sat there, sipping her coffee, lost in her thoughts. At least Hell had gone easy, she thought to herself. With God getting involved like this, she knew that Heaven was going to be more of a challenge. She had no plans of hurting any of the angels, no matter what happened. Violence wasn’t the answer, and she knew it. She also wondered if he’d return to Heaven and make his presence known after being gone for so long. That would or could also complicate things for her.

Two hours later, she looked over at Cas and Mari, “It’s time,” she told them, feeling slightly nervous. She could feel her family's worry as she stood, “I’ll be okay, and I’ll be back.”

At least when she’d gone to Hell, they’d all been asleep, so there hadn’t been any goodbyes. Now, though, they all hugged her, giving her encouraging words as they did. Dean waited till the others were done before he pulled her close against him, one hand on the back of her head, the other wrapped around her.

“I wish I could go with you,” he whispered.

“I know,” she sighed, holding him close, “I’ll have Mari and Cas with me. I’ll be okay.”

“Just come back to me,” he again whispered, and she felt what he feared most: losing her.

“I promise I’ll come back,” she tried to reassure him.

Dean pulled back, but only far enough so that he could kiss her. It was soft, slow, intimate butterfly kisses that she returned. She could tell he was fighting with his emotions and his fears.

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.

“I love you too,” he replied through a shaky breath, then kissed her forehead before she pulled away.

Maria walked to the other side of the library tables where Cas and Mari were standing, waiting patiently, “Leave your blade here, Cas,” she told him softly.

Cas looked at her, slightly puzzled again, but didn’t argue. He took his angel blade out of his coat pocket and placed it on the library table, and Maria smiled at him. Mari didn’t have an angel blade, as she’d chosen a different path. They nodded at her, and then the three flew to Heaven. Dean grabbed the whiskey and several glasses, even if none of the others were drinking, he needed it. 

----------------------------------------- Chapter 35 - Heaven

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[monsterrae1]

Can't believe I was betrayed by soup brain..

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jk jk idk if this is 33 sentences or not, but have some vampire porn under the cut

The blood tasted just as good as Eddie remembered from a couple of nights ago. The coppery iron taste was gone completely and instead he got that overwhelming rush of all of his favorite things. Eddie had never been one for drugs but he remembered trying weed when he was in the army and how the rations tasted better that way, for a second he wondered how blood would taste if he was high. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, wanna join me?” Buck said once he was done with his apple and protein bar.

All thoughts about the army and drugs were gone, his mind now flooding with images of his naked and wet husband.

“Hell yeah I do.” 

Buck chuckled and quickly led Eddie down the hall and towards the master bathroom.

As soon as the door closed behind them Eddie put his hands on Buck’s hips and guided him to the sink, making him sit up in the empty counter space next to it and forcing his way between his willing legs.

Their mouths collided almost painfully, Eddie immediately high on something other than drugs. Buck’s lips were soft and just as desperate as Eddie was, his legs tightly wrapped around Eddie’s hips and keeping their bodies pressed together as their tongues mapped each other’s mouth. One of Eddie’s hands quickly made its way under Buck’s t-shirt, his fingers digging into the soft warm skin.

Buck moaned at the feeling, breaking their kiss.

“You’re colder,” Buck whispered, his arms breaking out in shiver’s as Eddie’s hands made their way up his back, slowly lifting his shirt with them.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Never,” This time it was Buck who crashed their lips together.

Eddie could’ve kissed Buck forever, but that wasn’t a new feeling, what was new was not feeling his lungs burn with the need of oxygen, when they parted it was because Buck pulled away gasping for air.

“Sorry,” Eddie said into his neck, kissing and teasing the skin with his teeth, “I can��t feel out of breath anymore.”

Buck moaned after Eddie bit him lightly, careful to not break the skin but not gentle enough to not leave a mark. They had 48 hours off and Eddie needed to see his marks all over his husband’s skin.

In a blink of an eye Eddie had them both naked and the shower water running, by the time he was back between Buck’s legs Buck was still trying to catch his breath from their make out session. His cock beautiful, curving towards his stomach and already leaking.

Eddie smirked and wrapped his hand around it, stroking him slowly as he leaned in to kiss the underside of his jaw, right on the spot where he knew Buck would lose his mind.

“Eddie,” Buck whined, the water from the shower was making Eddie’s movements a little rough, so quickly Eddie reached for Buck’s body soap, it was the expensive kind that didn’t dry right away, and continued stroking him until Buck was withering in his hands, “Eds, I’m gonna come.”

Eddie smirked, gently biting the conjure of Buck’s shoulder and neck, pulling another moan from him, “I want you to come, do it.”

It didn’t take much longer, a twist to his wrist while he squeezed a little harder and Buck’s cum was spilling all over his fingers.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” Eddie said after giving Buck a few minutes to catch his breath, turning him slowly under the hot stream of water and helping him leather himself up with soap and wash his hair.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Honeys, I'm Home!

Word count: 1,003

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Final Part of Lightening and Arrows

It felt like ages between the time you asked Clint and the time he said anything. He didn't look upset, which was a help, but at the same time that silence was killing you. Finally, he smiled over at you. "You know what, I would actually be okay with that." He nodded. "Had you asked me that a couple months ago? There would have been no way." At least he was being honest with you. "However, I think we could make it work. Hell, Thor isn't even here part of the time anyway. And Nat's right. We do kinda have a three way date night thing going on." 

You let out a breath, relieved. "Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting." You told him. "I think part of me was expecting to be told to choose." You nibbled on some more apple. "Now I just have to see how Thor feels about this when him and Tony get back from whatever they went out for. They never go out just the two of them, so that was weird, right?" With Clint, he never was bothered by how you would flow from one topic to the next like that. 

"So weird!" He agreed. "I wonder what they're up to." There was honestly no telling. "Want me to let you nap until then? And you can talk with Thor while I run out and get us dinner? We can eat up here, the three of us?" Dinner in the Avenger's tower could get a tad loud sometimes. 

"Maybe after I finish these we can go cuddle up in my room and nap?" You counter-offered. "Then I'll talk to him while you get dinner?" You added. 

He smiled. "Deal." He agreed easily. 

Thor was told about your concussion by JARVIS when him and Tony returned and the God had asked for you. He was instantly worried. He glanced at Tony. "Should I fetch her a get well present?" He asked. 

"I'm sure you fawning over her will be enough." He chuckled, patting Thor's arm. "If you get her a gift every time she gets hurt she's not gonna have any space in her room anymore." 

Thor nodded, amused. "This is true." He agreed. "Thank you for your help today. I appreciate it." 

"No problem. Although, I'm surprised you didn't ask Capsicle." He admitted. "You two are pretty close." He noted as they walked to the elevator. 

"Ah, yes. But you seem to have a better, what do they say, eye for fashion?" Thor had asked Tony to help him buy a few things he thought you would enjoy. 

He looked proud at that statement. "I do try." Tony enjoyed being put together, even if he didn't feel it most of the time. 

Yawning, you blinked your eyes open. Your head was on Clint's chest, your arm around his waist. Looking up at him, you smiled. He looked so content. After a few moments, he stretched a bit and looked at you. "How's your head?" He asked instantly. 

"Not pounding anymore, thankfully." You told him softly, enjoying the simplicity of this moment. "How was your nap?" 

"Slept great, but could sleep another few hours like this." He chuckled. "But, I need to go get us dinner. Make sure you're eating. What sounds good?"

Shifting, you kissed his cheek. "Surprise me." You looked forward to more cuddling later. 

Clint smiled. "I'm gonna get you a shirt that says that." He teased. 

"I'd wear it proudly." You grinned. "And maybe you can stay in my room tonight? On account of you have way more experience with concussions and all." 

He pretended to think. "Get to hold you all night, or go sleep alone? Oh, how will I choose? Can I get back to you when I bring home dinner?" He smirked, making you nudge him lightly. "Yes, I will sleep in here. I'll stop to grab pajamas when I get back." 

"Yay!" You said happily, looking forward to that night more now. 

Thor tapped lightly on your door a few minutes after Clint had left. You'd let JARVIS know you needed to talk to him. The butterflies in your stomach were going insane as you opened your door. "Hi, Thor." You stepped aside to let him in. 

"JARVIS said you needed to speak with me? Is everything alright?" He asked, sounding concerned. 

Licking your lips, you nodded. "Nothing bad. I promise. Can I get you something to drink?" You offered.  He shook his head, his curiosity getting to him. "Alright. Let's go sit down." You led him to your couch. "So, before I get in to everything, am I right that you like me-like me?" You asked, sounding shy. 

His face lit up as he grinned. "I do! A great deal." He said happily. 

It was impossible not to smile back at him. "I like you, too." You watched as he looked even happier. "However, I also like Clint." You went on. "I had a talk with Nat and Wanda about it, and Wanda made a very...doable solution." It was clear you were nervous. "Date both of you. There are times you aren't here, and she pointed out that we have like dates the three of us right now anyways." You went on. "I've already discussed this with Clint, and he is okay with it." 

There was a look of contemplation on his face for a moment, but he didn't look displeased, so that helped. "I am okay with it, as well." He said finally. "So, would Barton and I also be together? Or would it just be me with you, and then him with you?" He mused. 

That was far from what you were expecting. "Um..." You blinked. "I don't know. That would be a discussion for the two of you." You said truthfully. Was Thor hoping it would be one way or the other? You couldn't tell. 

Before anything else was said, Clint walked in with dinner. "Honeys, I'm home!" He grinned. "I got pizza!" 

[tsuki-sennin]

Hiiii, this is Mondapan. I'm out looking at the fall colors. Please leave me a message and I'll call you right back.

Another episode about Battamonda! Yeah~! Still~! The surprising kinship between a wannabe royal assassin and human experimentation advocate forced into hiding as a construction worer... and a little lady who wants to be a picture book author when she grows up :)

Spoilers, I guess...

-Ahh, I see Elle-chan's graduated to apples.

-Lots and lots of autumnal flavors~!

-...all gonna be gone in a couple weeks thanks to December. Enjoy this harvest while you can, Sora. You're gonna hear Christmas music until your eardrums become swiss cheese.

-Yep. That's all five things!

-Guess Ageha has no fall plans.

-She can claim victory in the iron stomach category though.

-Creative blocks aaaaaaaaaagh

-You fool~! It must be cutting edge!

-"T... The earth???"

-So stressed not even her wife's touch can rouse her from her death.

-"NOOOOOO MY MATERIAAAALS"

-Awww, Monda-kun, you've really come a long way :) (BATTAMONDA YOU FUCKING BITCH, I WILL SWING YOU BY YOUR ANTENNAE LIKE A FUCKING MORNING STAR)

-Break time :)

-Hello, Kabaton!

-Kabaked potats....

-"Look at this idiot. So far away from his life of villainy. Bet Empress Underg forgot he even existed. ....Please let me come hooooooome! DX"

-Leeeeaves~!

-Making your move I see, Sora.

-Hello, Monda-san.

-...I have to wonder what horrible things happen in the Underg Empire for him to think in such constantly contradictory ways.

-Damn dude, you make Girinma seem stable.

-...oooooh.

-He was busted down there.

-Exactly who is Empress Underg, and for what reason does Skeebo adhere to her so hard?

-Mild working theory: Since we know virtually nothing about her aside from , it's safe to assume she's related to Elle in some way. In a familial sense, maybe, but more obviously as foils for one another. From what little we learn from her brief appearances, it can be safely assumed she's not just despotic but also, as we can infer from her absence when Battamonda took center stage as the villain, very negligent. She didn't bother to scold him once despite his constant fuck-ups, and seems to rely on Skeerhead for everything.

-Okay, this is the good shit right here.

-Ohhhhhh fuck

-It's all a part of nature, Monda. A great big circle of life, like that movie with the lions. ...the good one.

-Really struck a nerve with him.

-Dust in the wind, dear Sora. Just like Kansas said.

-Chilly

-Monda-saaaaaaan?

-Holy shit Skeerhead, you are so coldblooded.

-Mashiron!

-"If you wish to protect whatever life this fool has left, then perhaps in the next world you'll learn to burn the leaves you rake. Kyoborg, splatter them!"

-Prism...

-Oh that's good

-"I suppose five pennies in the gutter are still worth a nickel."

-The one they love, huh?

-Or rather, I suppose the one Skeebo loves.

-That's just the kind of people they are, Monda. Maybe you'll get it one day.

-Oh shush Tsubasa, this was Elle's episode. You sit yo ass down, son.

-Damn good episode this week though.

-All the autumn leaves were gorgeous, Monda and Mashiron's interactions were funny and adorable, the tease of just what the Empress is was fascinating, and Skeebo bounces back from his... frankly kinda pathetic showing last episode as a great villain again!

-...damn I want a hotdog now.

-Ohhhhhh, something big's happening next time, eh?

-Shalala, Skeebo, and a title like that? How could it not?