#yeah I did fumble these answers because they were hard to put into words

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Helloooo my dear! For the ask game, for Jodie pls <3 1,3 and 12!

asdfghjkl I thought I'd answered this but I must have dreamt that - looked at my inbox like 'I swear... oh fuCK-'

I, therefore, apologise if it seemed I ignored the ask <3

So, questions for Jodie!

CW/TW: death mention. Not in too much detail.

1. What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Her brother's death. Perseus punished her for a mission gone very wrong, due to her own actions. Everything she had done up until that point had been to keep him safe and now? Well, now she was the very reason he was taken away. She'll never forget the look on his face, pleading with her to save him, but being unable to.

Yeah, that's a memory she'd rather forget than carry with her for the rest of her life.

What's even worse is that she ends up reliving that grief over again when she regains her memories - but I suppose there's a reprieve in the fact that, for a short while, that memory was well and truly forgotten.

3. what is your OCs fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

So, I'd say that her fatal flaw, to begin with, was her misuse of trust; she trusted the wrong people, or trusted too easily. It's kind of hard to formulate exactly how I feel about this. But, down at the bare bones of it, Jodie's trust was an issue. She trusted in Perseus too quickly, which got her the ticket to a life of extremism and helping a man/faction that did not have aligning morals with her own. Then, she trusted a CIA agent, Keith Wells, who turned out to be a mole, which got her into the whole mess with Adler and being brainwashed.

On the flip side, when she is betrayed by these people, she's left feeling completely aimless. Who should she trust, can she trust herself, is her judgement to be trusted.

I don't feel like I've answered this particular part of the question to the best of my ability because the words needed to accurately depict what I feel about this currently evade me. But, once I've been able to get my thoughts together, this is something I will come back to.

Otherwise, I suppose another (sometimes fatal) flaw to throw into the mix is that she sometimes lets the red mist take control of her actions, which is something she is not proud of and really hates about herself because she normally is such a meticulous thinker; if she is doing something without thinking about the consequences, she's probably really pissed.

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

Not in extreme ways - I'm not entirely certain if such a thing could be classed as self-destructive, but I'd say that, after Solovetsky, her convincing herself that she's some sort of monster, someone with so much blood on their hands and so is undeserving of friendship, love, of being trusted, leads to her being overcautious about things, people. For months after she returns to the CIA she convinces herself that she's only useful as an asset, even if it dehumanises her.

I hope that makes some semblance of sense!!

~~~~~<3~~~~~

@alypink thank you so much for the ask, as always it's a pleasure seeing you in my inbox!! These questions were actually pretty tough to answer, but those are the best kind for understanding your own characters, so thank you again!!

Have an absolutely smashing day, love! <3

Goose~

[jiniretracha]

ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗 ꕤ

Song Mingi x fem!reader: titfucking

summary: You give your boyfriend a little surprise after a night out in a jacuzzi.

warnings: smut, titfucking, masturbation-ish (m receiving)

word count: 1.6k

kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi

So, you weren’t really surprised that, once you started dating Mingi after a long friendship in which eventually you developed feelings for each other, you’d realise he preferred boobs over ass. 

You noticed that whenever sexy times occurred, he spent an ungodly amount of time sucking at them and groping them in his hands, the moans raining out of his mouth like crazy. 

He’d thrust into you with one hand grabbing yours, pinning them over your head and the other one fumbling with your nipple, drawing circles over it. Mingi would often slip one of your nipples into his mouth and he’d moan brokenly against your skin. 

You didn’t want to admit it, but it was a huge ego boost that your boyfriend was obsessed with you like that. 

So, you started to pamper him a little with it. 

You started walking around the house with short crop tops, the ones you knew that showed a great amount of cleavage. You’d even bent over, chest facing him, so he could see your breasts over the U-neck shirt you were wearing. 

Your boyfriend’s eyes would be fixed on them, heavily holding lust in them that he tried to mask miserably. He didn’t want to seem like a creep or a weirdo for staring at your breasts like they were a full course meal and he had been starved for weeks. 

Whenever he suggested going to the pool, you’d use the smallest bikini you had in your closet and tied the straps over your neck a little tighter so your boobs could be pressed a little more against each other. 

Mingi would see you and clench his jaw, trying his hardest to not pop a boner right then and there, cause it would be embarrassing if people noticed it. 

That night, your boyfriend had suggested just that. It was a very hot night and the jacuzzi was a very tempting option. 

You went down to the jacuzzi area and he immediately got inside the tub, sighing in pleasure when the water hit his waist, melting against the edge. 

“Yo, babe. Come in, the water’s so fucking nice” he smiled at you over his shoulder.

You were putting down your stuff on a lounge chair and turned to look at him. 

“I’m going, honey. Give me a sec” you answered.

You left your sandals by the edge of the jacuzzi and slowly took off your dress that covered your bikini. 

Mingi’s eyes almost bulged out of his skull when he saw the fiery red bikini you were wearing, making your breasts pushed together. You tried your hardest to hide your smirk as you slowly made your way inside the tub. 

You sighed and smiled at your boyfriend. “It feels really nice, you were right” you chuckled.

“Mhm…” Mingi said, his eyes quickly finding yours. 

You saw him look away and that’s when you let out your evil smirk. 

You swam a little towards him and his eyes widened again when you sat in his lap, more so, straddling him. 

Your chest sat right in front of his eyes and Mingi could feel his mouth fucking watering at the sight presented. You curled your arms around his neck and his arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling your body slowly towards him. 

“Do you like this new bikini, baby?” you asked him.

His eyes, that were trying so hard not to look down to not seem disrespectful, quickly darted down and then went up. He nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I- I love it baby, when did you- uh… when did you buy it?” he stammered, feeling a deep red blush creeping up his cheeks.

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders, making your tits bounce up with the movement. That’s when Mingi couldn’t help but look down and he felt his cock stirring inside his swim shorts.

“I went with Somi the other day to the mall and we found this very cheap but cute store” you rambled on about your recent purchase, but Mingi could not really pay attention to a word you were saying because, as you were talking and moving your hands, your tits bounced with every move you made. 

By the end of your rambling, he was hard as a rock and it would only take one move forward of your hips to realise his state.

“How was your day, bub?” your voice brought him back to reality.

Mingi blinked and looked back at your face. “Huh… uh… pretty bland, to be honest” Mingi said, shifting in his place slightly. 

But, with a wrong move, his erection nudged your core and you gasped, your nails digging on his bare shoulders. 

You let out a chuckle and framed his face with your hands. “Are you hard, babe?” you asked him with an evil smile. “Did my pretty tits make your cock hard?” you pouted.

Mingi literally growled and grabbed your hips, pulling you forward so his cock could nudge directly with your clit as he leant forward to devour your mouth in a fiery kiss. 

You gasped against his lips and quickly kissed him back. His lips parted a little so his tongue could trace your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, granting him access so he could lick inside, curling his tongue with yours.

His big hands were gripping your ass tightly and then, he pulled away, tracing his lips down your neck as he literally ripped the bikini top you were wearing, letting it float over on the water. 

Mingi grabbed you by the back and pulled you forward so he could envelope your nipples in his mouth. 

You moaned loudly and he kept nudging his hips forward against your clit as he whimpered against your chest.

“My God, have I ever told you how fucking obsessed with your tits I am, baby?” he asked, before going back to licking your tits again. 

You let out a laugh that was more of a moan. “Shit, tell me something I don’t know, honey” you said breathily.

You grabbed your boyfriend’s hair and pulled him away from your chest, making him whine like a little puppy. 

“Get out” you said and he frowned.

“Huh?” he asked, genuinely confused. 

“Get out, I wanna try something” you told him. “Sit on the edge”

Mingi slowly stood up slightly so he could sit on the edge of the tub just like you told him. 

“Pull your dick out” you ordered him around, making him practically leak inside his swim trunks. 

Mingi quickly did as he was told, untying the knot of the fabric and pulling it down over his knees, making his cock spring out and slap against the skin of his taut stomach. 

You grabbed his length in his hands and pumped him slowly. He let out a groan and threw his head back in ecstasy. “Holy fuck…” Mingi groaned, his hand coming to brush his hair away from his face. 

“You like it, babe?” you asked, leaning forward so you could tease him with a kitten lick over his leaking tip. 

He let out a broken moan, and nodded. “No, I love it, baby”

You giggled and then pushed your lips together, letting your spit dribble down his length. Your hand came to collect it and rubbed it all over his shaft.

“Look at me, Mingi” you said.

He looked down at you, his pupils blown wide and his chest panting heavily.

You placed his cock in between your breasts and, with your hands, pushed them together so they hugged him tightly and perfectly. 

Mingi moaned louder than you ever heard him and you started rubbing his dick in between your tits up and down with a steady pace. 

“Shit, look at you” he groaned. “I’m… I’m so fucked, babe, shit”

You started jerking him off more quickly now, your tongue coming to lick at the drops of pre cum that oozed from his tip when his dick came closer to your chin. 

Mingi didn’t know what to do with his hands so one of them went to your hair, caressing your scalp with his fingers. 

“God, Y/N, you are the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life” he whimpered loudly. “So lucky, so, so, so lucky” he mumbled incoherently. 

“Are you getting close, my love?” you asked, giving him a big lick on his tip, making his hips jerk. The tip hit your chin and you chuckled at the desperation in his eyes. 

He nodded desperately and huffed. “Fuck, yeah”

“Then, come for me, Mingi” you said and spat on his length, letting it rub over his cock with your tits. 

He kept cursing and thrusting his hips wildly. He came hard against your neck, painting your skin white, even catching your chin and some on your lips. 

You quickly darted your tongue and sucked on your bottom lip any remaining of his come.

Mingi let his body slump against the floor as he tried to regain his breath again. Once he went back to breathing normally, he sat up, leaning on his elbows. 

“Shit, honey… that was so fucking- shit” Mingi said, his brain still mushed up. 

You giggled and then made a show of collecting the cum from his chest with two fingers before shoving them inside your mouth. “Did you like it?” you asked him after sucking your fingers clean.

“Liked it?” he chuckled. “We’re gonna have to do that every fucking day of the year now”

You giggled. You liked the sound of that.  

── .✦

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[danosrosegarden]

hold tight - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day one. prompt: breeding. 🎃}

{contains: some obsessive yet shy edward, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, and very mild descriptions of overstim.}

☽ You suppose you should've seen it coming. Edward didn't fuck you, he made love to you. And he usually made love with a good dash of submissive obedience, a slight streak of bashfulness. His hands would roam your body with a soft and quiet kind of adoration, a gentle appreciation. He was so sweet to you, holding your hips like you were a glass ornament. Shattering your fragile frame would hurt him, too. He could not afford to have blood on his hands when it came to your comfort and satisfaction.

☽ He was different tonight...it was as if a switch had been flipped. He would never want to hurt you, but he hardly registered the way his fingers dug into your skin with a greedy hunger as he thrusted into you. He panted hard and deep as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you and your jaw fell open.

☽ "Eddie, Ed...wait."

☽ Your rushed words pierced their talons into his stomach. He felt sick to his lurching guts. What did he do wrong? He always has to go and fuck up everything good, doesn't he?

☽ But you're grinning as you catch your breath. He watches your bare chest tremble, rise, and fall. "Jesus, Eddie, where did this come from?"

☽ His cheeks are lit aflame as he fumbles for an answer. "Just...just wanna be inside you." You chuckle. "Hmm, yeah? Tell me about it."

☽ The coils of his brain are short-circuiting, the wires of his mind smoking and shooting sparks. How's he supposed to express how deeply he wants to be a part of you? How is he supposed to convey his darkest, most carnivorous desire without scaring you off?

☽ "I...I'll try," he mumbles, his hips starting up their quivering movement once again. "I d-don't wanna frighten you."

☽ Eddie whines as your legs wrap around his waist and pull him even closer. "You can't frighten me, honey. C'mon, tell me what you want."

☽ His thrusts are sloppy and jittery as his long fingers find their way to your lower stomach. They brush against your smooth, fluttering skin. "I...hmm, fuck...I think about it sometimes."

☽ He's too flustered to say it without the shroud of vagueness clouding his words, but it's clear what he means. "Oh, yeah?" you tease. "You wanna fill me up, Ed? Wanna get me pregnant?"

☽ Clearly, he was not anticipating your candor, because now he's gripping your hips like you'll disintegrate into dust if he lets go. You have to understand where he's coming from, though! He's never met someone who has put that level of affection and credence into him! For somebody to want to carry his baby...even if it's just pretend for now...him, of all people! He can't help but ravage your innards with reckless abandon. Just a bit.

☽ He can feel the steady heat rising in his gut. It's utterly humiliating how quickly he's close just from hearing your whiny cries to please, fuck, fill me up, I want it so bad, I need it, Eddie, I need it!

☽ And oh my, does it feel blissfully divine when the heat finally bursts. It's like he's floating. He can feel your quivering pussy gripping him tight. He grits his teeth through the shooting pinpricks of his overstimulation and fucks his cum deeper. The sticky, sodden sounds are delectably obscene. His face is burnt a feverish scarlet as he pulls out of you and watches his cum leak. It's such an alluring sight, the milky liquid dripping from your already soaked cunt. It takes all the power within to stop himself from diving down and tasting you right then. He wouldn't want to overwhelm you.

☽ Again, even if it's just make believe, a filthy fantasy you two indulge in...it's the thought behind the action that counts, the message behind your pleading for him to fill you up, make you full, that makes him want to grab hold of you and never let go. <3

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 6- "you're blushing"- alpha and omega.

As usual thank u to @forlorn-crows for the prompts

And thanks to @ghuleh-recs for the divider!

No warnings apply, just 750 words of alpha and omega flirting (:

“Papa would never say that omega” alpha snorted

Omega chuckled to himself as he wiped the rim of a golden chalice with a cloth, setting it neatly in its place on the table.

“He did! Best guitar player in the entire ministry. Said he wouldn’t have wanted to summon anyone else”

Alpha set down the matching plate in his hands, giving omega a side glance. It was barely effective through the thick mask that adorned his face but he hoped omega had gotten the point anyways. He pulled the tablecloth free of any wrinkles as he took a look over the communion table one more time.

“Papa has threatened to send us back to the pits for spilling a drop of wine on his precious tablecloth, there’s absolutely no way he gave me a genuine compliment.” Alpha turned to stare at omega through his own mask, seeing as his eyes crinkle in what he can only assume to be a wide smile. “Besides, if you wanted to tell me how talented I am then you’re more than welcome to. No need to hide behind the excuse that papa said it”

Cleaning the chapel after mass was always a lackluster duty. Mostly sniffling from the dust that never seemed to dissipate, and making sure everything was to the ministry’s high standards of organization. It was always alpha and omega who were forced to stay an extra hour or two to wipe everything down and put things back in their places. The roles of being the right hand men of papa would be nice with their high ranking, but more often than not it meant they were sent to do boring monotonous tasks together that papa had deemed important.

“Oh I never need an excuse to compliment you, just don’t know if you can handle it” omega teased. A goading tone to his voice.

“You don’t affect me as much as you think you do, you’re only fueling my ego. But if that’s your intention then please do go ahead”

Omega stood to lean against the podium, an almost challenging look in his eye, practically asking if alpha truly meant what he said. It was a stupid stand off admittedly, more for alpha to metaphorically flex his muscles and stroke his ego than it was to really prove omega words couldn’t get to him. Or if it was purely for alpha to hear omegas sweet thoughts about him, then that was his business.

“Have I really never told you how talented I think you are? That you continue to impress me with how fast you learn the songs?” Omega said, crossing his arms in front of him

“Yeah I’m sure you do” alpha rolled his eyes, “probably because if I didn’t papa would have my head, we can’t all be favorites around here”

“You’re my favorite if it’s worth anything”

Alpha tried to look like that didn’t immediately make his chest constrict. A stupid tight feeling that he got whenever omega acted like he did like him beyond their stupid jokes and banter.

“Well I’d hope so. We are together constantly, didn’t think it would be earth or something” alpha played off like he expected that kind of answer.

“I just think that under your massive ego you’re actually really kind, I know how gentle you actually are alpha” omegas voice softened in a genuine, comforting way. He stepped away from the podium, instead making his way slowly towards alpha, who seemed to fumble at watching omega step towards him.

“Just not a complete evil bastard, is that so hard to believe?”

“I mean it’s not hard for me to believe at all, you’ve always been a sweetheart, to me at least.”

Alpha fiddled with the cloth under his hands as he tried from some leverage on the table. His eyes darted around, a horrible attempt at looking inconspicuous while also not looking omega in the eye.

“And that’s not even all of it. You’re so handsome under that mask, it’s such a shame papa makes us wear them all the time, would love to actually look at you while we work”

“Shut up” alpha choked

“Why? Are you blushing? You seem really flustered” omega chuckled, continuing to move forwards while alpha tried to subtly move backwards.

“I’m not blushing you asshole”

“Oh really? How about you take off the mask then”

“You just want to see my face since you love it so much” alpha tried to play off. He turned his face towards the floor, even the idea of omega seeing his eyes was more than a bit overwhelming as his face heated.

“Maybe I just want to see you blush for me”

[elllisaaa]

Omg oMg omG OMG soft dom reader never going through with punishments so he/she decides the boys need one tonight bc minsung was touching without permission and they’re both subs so she/he watches hanji desperately try to fuck minho and minho trying to jerk off and they cant keep a steady rhythm so they switch and minho is on top but it makes it worse bc minho has a small cock. so eventually reader gives in and fucks them hard making them cry and then fluffy after care 💓

omg minsung x reader is my weakness (and 2min, but i'll talk about it another time) and subby men ??? that's another weakness (yes, i have many). thank you so much for sending me this (my first ask, i'm all giggly, kicking my feet and all (don't hesitate to send more)). I hope you'll like it even if I changed some details as inspiration flooded. also, sorry for answering to this a little late, i was very busy with my no nut november serie, but a lot more is coming, don't worry. thank you for your ask anon ! enjoy !

DISCIPLINE - SUB!MINSUNG x READER

-> pairing : sub!minho x dom!fem!reader x sub!jisung

-> words count : 3.5k

-> genre : smut, established relation, threesome

-> warnings : dom/sub dynamic, threesome, poly!relationship, punishment, dirty talk, teasing, mutual masturbation, oral (f. receiving, m. implied), swearing, use of 'good boy', 'puppy', 'brat', and 'slut', degradation, face slapping, voyeurism, dry humping, masturbation, body worship, hair pulling, mommy kink, handjob, footjob, cum eating

+ the way i'm depicting minho and jisung does not represent them, it's only a work of fiction !

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist

You never felt the need to punish Jisung, nor Minho. Your boyfriends were always very sweet, always listening without you needing to be rough or assertive, thus there was no need to be mean. Maybe that’s why they took the liberty of touching each other even when you explicitly told them not to, maybe thinking that you wouldn’t be mad and let it go like every other time. But as soon as you entered your shared bedroom, they felt the mood shift and that you wouldn’t be as kind tonight. Maybe it was because of the stress of work, or maybe you just wanted to put them in their places for once. 

“- Care to explain what both of you are doing ?”

Jisung lifted his head from Minho’s neck where he left a tone of little purple marks, his hand stopping his motion on the other boy’s cock who couldn’t help the little whine that escaped him at the loss of friction. 

“- We… We were too turned on… Sorry, sorry, but we missed you too much.”

You walked fully into the room, your heels clicking on the floor as you threw your suit jacket on the chair sitting before your dressing table, the guys fumbling until they were sat at the edge of the bed while you did so, their eyes scanning every one of your moves nervously. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say that the scene didn’t make you wet. Because it had, obviously. But you weren’t one to let it slide when they disobeyed you like that. 

You stopped in front of them, staring right into their souls, especially at Minho. You knew him. You knew that he was the one who had led Jisung into this. He surely had argued that you wouldn’t be this mad, that you would even be happy to have them ready for you when you’d come back home. But as you tugged his hair back, forcing him to look directly in your eyes, he felt so little, as if your aura was crushing him. It was threatening, but also hot. So hot. You were still wearing your working clothes : black high heels, black suit pants and an elegant white blouse, which was a little see-through, and they both could see your laced bra underneath. Yeah, maybe Minho had a thing for you looking like the attractive businesswoman you were.

“- That’s not a fucking excuse. I only asked you one thing. Do you remember ?”

Minho knew better than to answer without being allowed to and so did Jisung that was squirming in place, dying to have your hands on him too. You smiled down at him in a sickeningly sweet manner that didn’t presage anything good for him. 

“- Good boy, you at least learned one thing. Now you can talk.” 

You had grabbed his jaw in the meantime, making it difficult for him to talk but he did it anyway. He understood very well that if he wanted to cum tonight, he must follow every one of your orders very closely. 

“- You told us not to touch ourselves while you were away.

- That’s right baby, and why did I say that ?

- Because you only left for three days and that you’ll be back soon.

- Looks like you remember after all.”

You squeezed his jaw harder before releasing him, turning away from him to shift your attention on Jisung instead. Even if you suspected that Minho had gaslighted him into making out, he wasn’t innocent either, always testing your patience and being a brat. It was time to put them both in their places

“- So fucking explain me why I find you doing exactly what I told you not to do ? 

- I- We missed you so much, we just want-”

Jisung’s next words died into his throat, replaced by a moan when you slapped him, his head turning to the side with the violence of the impact. But you knew better than to stop at his hiss of pain - you knew he liked it, loved it even, knew that it made his dick twitch without even needing to check.

“- Don’t talk until I fucking tell you that you can, you don’t want to anger me even more, do you ?”

This time, Jisung didn’t dare let out a word, simply shaking his head from left to right, big doe eyes zeroing on your lips as you stroked the red mark you left on his cheek. 

“- Good.”

You stepped back a little, taking in the lustful view of your two boyfriends, seated on your shared bed, entirely naked when you were still fully clothed, their cocks rock hard when your panties were drenched, waiting for your next command. Why didn’t you try that out before ? It gave you such a rush of adrenaline to see how much power you held over them, ideas of everything you wanted to do to them clouding your mind. You could break them in so many ways, the possibilities were endless. But for now, you just wanted to see them suffer and pay the price of their actions.  

You pushed the chair you previously threw your jacket on until it was before the bed, sitting down and spreading your legs wide open. You could see Jisung drooling on your thighs, and Minho’s hands gripping the sheets to stop himself from touching his cock at the sight before his eyes. You smiled cockily at them as you unbuttoned your blouse painfully slowly, taking forever to reach the last one, exposing your chest to their hungry gazes. And as much as Jisung wished you didn’t wear a bra, he also had to admit that it fitted you perfectly, making you look like a goddess. 

“- Go on.”

Both of them stared at you, confusion written all over their faces. You rolled your eyes, annoyed that they didn’t get what you implied. 

“- Gosh, I really have to do all the work, dumb boys can’t even understand what I’m saying.”

Your degrading words went directly to Jisung cock, a moan threatening to escape him. He was almost ready to nob at your words, willing to agree to whatever you said as long as it meant pleasing you. He never saw you so bossy, but he already liked it. He wanted more and more of your mean words. 

“- Continue to touch yourselves like the stupid little sluts you are.”

Minho threw an hesitant glance at the other boy, but in a matter of seconds, they were all over each other again, lips and tongue mingling in a heated and messy kiss, hands roaming over their body and groping everywhere they could reach. They were so desperate for more it was almost cute. Almost because the way Jisung was humping Minho’s leg as he straddled his lap was everything but cute. He looked like a dog fucking his favourite toy, tongue lolling out of his mouth as his hyung kissed down his neck, groping his ass to guide his moves against his thick thigh. 

“- F-Fuck Min ! I need more…”

You bit your lips, resisting the urge to come up to them and wrap your hands around both of their pretty cocks, but seeing them whining so pathetically against each other's mouths was maybe even more satisfying. 

“- Be more specific Ji. What do you want Min to do ?”

Your voice breaking the silence made them halt their grinding for a bit, but they quickly went back to it, both of them hissing at the feeling of skin to skin contact.

“- I- I want his hand wrapped around my cock… Please…”

Minho’s eyes dived into yours over Jisung's shoulder, and he swore he had never seen such determination in your gaze before. He shivered as you cocked your head to the side, your mischievous smile having him wanting more. 

“- Do you think you deserved it though ? You think you deserved to have your dick touched after not listening to me ?”

Jisung turned his head toward you, tears almost spilling out of his eyes from how badly he needed to be touched. Your smirk widened as you unzipped your pants, slipping your hands between your thighs and brushing against your clit still covered by your panties. You let out the filthiest moan, just to tease them a little more.

“- No… I don’t think you’ve been good enough to earn it.

- Does this mean I have ?”

The pretentious smile on Minho’s face was soon whipped off as your gaze darkened. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Maybe he shouldn't have provoked you. 

“- Does testing my patience get you going Lee Minho ? Answer.”

He gulped loudly, not even trying to hide how much your rough tone was turning him on.

“- N-No… Just want you to touch me.

- Then stop being a fucking brat for once.”

Minho only nodded his head, not daring to speak up again and risking to not feel your hands on him tonight, not when you looked so gorgeous, with your legs spread, rubbing at your wet clit while licking your lips. 

“- You’re going to listen to me, and do exactly what I tell you if you even want to see my hands coming near your cocks. Understood ?”

Both of them silently responded, not wanting to further anger you. 

“- Great. Ji, get off of him and sit down. Min, down on your knees.”

They shuffled quickly, moving into the exact position you wanted them to be, Minho staring at Jisung’s hard cock while the second was focusing on you, panting heavily and waiting for your next order. But it seemed like the older one couldn’t resist the urge to lick along the younger length, taking pride in the loud whine he let out. 

“- Close your mouth, slut.”

Minho did as you told immediately, fighting with his self-control to not touch either Jisung or himself. But he wanted to, badly. He needed it. 

“- Touch him, but no sucking or you’re not cumming.”

A small “yes'' left his mouth before he wrapped his hand around Jisung’s cock, watching him as he threw his head back and grabbed the older’s hair, another moan slipping past his lips. As Minho got to admire his boyfriend sinking down into pleasure, the latest got to contemplate the heavenly sight of your panties pushed to the side, fingers slowly working your wet cunt open. 

“- Finally listening to me. Doesn’t it feel so much better than disobeying ?”

Both of them moaned in response once again, and your smile widened at the sound, your fingers reaching deeper inside of you and making you release a noise too. Seeing them giving in to you was the quickest way to get you relaxed after this stressful work trip. 

“- Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’ve been good Min, you can touch yourself now.”

He didn’t let your words go to waste, immediately wrapping his other hand around his aching cock, whimpering at the feeling, pleasure and relief rushing through his veins.

“- S-Shit ! Feels so good… 

- Is that so ? 

- Y-Yes ! Would feel better if it was yours though…”

You let out a huff, and Minho could feel your disappointed gaze on him, but what he was even more focused on was how he couldn’t help but moan at seeing one more drop of Jisung’s precum hit the floor - such a waste they were not dripping down his throat. Jisung who didn’t care about your conversation by the way, as long as he got someone touching his cock. 

“- I’m being kind and you still find a way to complain ? Do you really want me to punish you ? 

- No, no, no, no ! I promise I can be good !

- Then come over here and show me. Prove me that you’re a good puppy.”

Minho never felt so turned on in his entire life, so he didn’t think twice before abandoning a whiny Jisung behind him as he crawled to you, sitting back on his heels between your legs, looking expectantly at you, silently asking you for permission to finally touch you. 

“- Go on.

- Thank you… thank you…”

You smiled down at him as he slowly took off your heels one after another, then slid down your pants to get a better view of your soaked white laced panties that he got rid off just as quickly. Maybe that having mens at your feet was your biggest kink after all because you’ve never been this wet before. Minho squeezed your thighs before he placed a kiss on your left ankle, slowly leaving a wet trail behind him as he got higher on your legs, sometimes sucking a little harshly on your skin. When he got to your inner thigh, he left a noticeable purple mark, his moans answering yours as you tugged on his hair. He was ready to do the same with your other leg but you yanked him roughly by his hair, inching his face closer to your pussy, his nose almost brushing against your clit. Minho was surrounded by the intoxicating scent of your arousal, his mouth watering at the memory of your taste. 

“- Haven’t I made it clear ? Eat me out.”

Minho immediately licked a strip of your wet folds, whining as your delicious essence filled up his senses. His nails were digging into your thighs, but you didn’t mind the slight pain, just as he didn't mind how roughly you were pulling his hair - in fact, you both loved it. You threw your head back when Minho sucked on your clit then pushed his tongue into you slightly, all the noises he made created a delicious vibration against your core that had you release one or two whimpers. But your focus shifted to Jisung when you heard him whine as he squirmed in place, desperate to get touched too. You smiled widely, seeing how tightly he fisted the sheets to keep his hands for himself, thrusting up in the air.

“- Have you been a good boy too Ji ?”

He lifted his head quickly, his teary eyes diving into yours as he nodded his head fervently.

“- Yes ! Yes ! I’ve been so good mommy ! Didn’t touch myself, I promise !

- Good job baby. Time for mommy to reward you hm ?”

Jisung closed his eyes, thinking that he could cum just from your deep, raspy voice praising him. He certainly would have, if you didn’t offer him something even more appealing. 

“- Oh my god, yes please ! I need you so bad, please… 

- Then come here.”

Just like his hyung before, he didn’t waste a second and almost ran to where you were seated, with Minho still eating you out as if he was a man starved, trying to ignore how painfully hard is dick was. You beckoned Jisung to come closer, until he was standing beside you and you could wrap your hand around his pretty cock. The loud moan that escaped him as you did so only made you smile again, loving to see tears spilling out of his eyes and rolling down his puffy cheeks. Having men crying from only your touch was maybe your second biggest kink. 

“- Aah ! Thank you ! Thank you mommy, f-feels so good…”

And having men calling you mommy was the third, without any doubt. However, your smirk was wiped out of your face when Minho buried one of his fingers inside your cunt, a moan leaving you instead. You knew him by heart ; he was jealous of the attention you were giving to Jisung and not him. You scratched his scalp lightly, another muffled sound coming out from him. He couldn’t put up an attitude with you, becoming putty in your hands every time they landed on him in any way.

“- Yeah ? Feels good Ji ?”

The boy only answered you with a high-pitched moan, one of his hands gripping your breast, just needing something to ground himself in reality. Because you were making him crazy, he was losing his mind over you and how good your touch felt. No coherent thoughts were crossing his brain anymore, the only one invading all his senses being you. 

“- So fucked out and you didn’t even put your dick in me…”

You knew Jisung could and would fuck you good, so good when you’ll let him. But for now, having him leaking precum from only your hand and the view of Minho devouring your cunt was enough to bring him close to the edge. It was also very tempting to put him in your mouth, but the man between your thighs was going feral, bringing you close to the edge. He added a second finger, stretching you out just like you loved, licking all the juices that were leaking out of your cunt. He needed more, more and more of your arousal. But he also needed you to touch him, whatever it was, he needed it. Minho lifted his head, his glossy eyes diving in your lust filled ones, his chin and lips covered in your essence.

“- Can you touch me, please ? I’ve been good for you…”

His hands were squeezing your thighs hard while your own, which wasn’t busy jerking Jisung off, came down to stroke his cheek. Minho sighed in relief to the feeling, leaning even more in your touch.

“- Mmh… It’s true, you’ve been such a good boy for me, eating me out and not complaining, and you’re even begging me… But aren’t you forgetting something baby ?”

His face was already flushed and hot, but at the thought of the words only, he felt his cheeks grow warmer. Jisung never felt any shame in calling you that, but it still got Minho all shy, and it was the very reason why you asked him to do it. Because you loved to see him like that : on his knees for you, totally giving in to you.

“- Please mommy… Touch me…”

The smile stretching your lips was worth it, and even more when he felt your foot caressing his thigh, reaching higher and higher until you pressed lightly against his cock. And the sinful moan Minho let out ravished your ears. Without you needing to ask this time, he dived back into your cunt, and it was your turn to moan loudly, your foot moving deliciously against Minho’s length and your hand still squeezing Jisung’s cock. The three of you were working in sync, your whimpers and whines mixing to create a filthy symphony. 

Jisung was the first to cum, letting out a broken cry of your name as he did so, the sticky substance landing on your cheek and lips. You continued to squeeze his cock, milking him dry and slightly overstimulating him as he was still very sensitive. And seeing him in such a state of desperation paired with Minho’s skilled tongue and fingers pushed you over the edge too. You unconsciously pressed your foot harder against his cock, making him whimper louder, and you felt it twitch before his release was covering your skin just a moment after. 

All of you needed several minutes to come down from your highs, the only sound being your heavy breathings. When you regained enough consciousness to open your eyes again, it was to be struck by the vision of your two boyfriend’s fucked out faces, still in their own little worlds. A mischievous smile blossomed on your face, because you were certainly not finished torturing them now that you discovered how pliant they could be. So you nudged Minho’s face that was still resting against your thigh, getting him to lift his head and look at you with the softest eyes and you almost felt guilty for what you were going to do - almost being the key word.

“- You made a mess baby, didn’t you ?”

Simply looking down at your feet covered in his cum made him hard again. Minho only answered your question with a shaky “yes”. 

“- Then you’re gonna clean it up. Lick it off.”

Without uttering a word, Minho grabbed your ankle to bring your feet to his mouth and he didn’t hesitate to eat his own cum, under Jisung’s intense gaze, who seemed completely out of it. However, all you needed to get his attention back was to point at your cheek that was also covered in cum. In the blink of an eye, he was greedily licking it off of you, and you couldn’t have felt better than with your two men all over you - and it was only the start.

As you layed in bed between Minho and Jisung, you finally felt at peace for the first time since the beginning of this stressful week. You pecked Minho’s forehead and Jisung’s nose before snuggling even closer to them, if that was even possible. 

“- I’m sorry for being so rude, I hope it wasn’t too much.”

Jisung chuckled, his fingers coming down to trace random patterns on the exposed skin of your shoulders. 

“- Don’t worry baby, we would have let you know if it was.”

Minho nobbed at the other boy's words, not lifting his head from where it was nuzzled in your neck. 

“- It was really good actually.”

The warmth radiating from his face was enough of a hint for you to know that he was blushing again, making you smile softly as you closed your eyes, ready to drift to sleep.

“- I missed you even if you’re two little brats.”

And something was telling you that now that they had a taste of your dominant side, they would test your limits even more.

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Got any thoughts on what yandere EarthSpark Megatron might be like?

TFE Yandere Megatron - The Protective Yandere

Dottie and you had been friends for a long time. You both fought side by side in the war, and you took a bullet for her. You recovered, but it took a long time to get better. 

Ever since then, Megatron has had a lot of respect for you. You often hung out with Dottie, who in turn hung out with you. You were like a member of the family at this point, almost living at their house. Mo and Robbie saw you as a sort of ‘cool relative’ that they could always trust with their secrets. While you were really chill, you still scolded them and took care of them when Dottie and Alex couldn’t.

When they decided to move to Witwicky, you were invited to go with them. You, of course, agreed. They were all you had left now. 

When you all moved there together, Dottie insisted that you live with them. Eventually you caved because Alex promised that he’d cook you your favorite food. Mo and Robbie were happy that at least you got to come with them.

Dottie and you went out to put cones up near where an accident had occurred the previous night when Optimus, Elita-one, and Megatron showed up. You were down on the side of the road picking up some pieces of broken taillight, so no one noticed you at first. 

When you came up the hill, Megatron had to fight the flustered blush that was rising to his cheeks. Dottie knew Megatron well and quietly teased him. 

“U-Uh, (Y/N)! It’s been a while!” He stumbled over his words. 

“Yeah, it has. How have y’all been?”

Megatron’s mind went blank as you smiled at him. When you didn’t answer, Optimus chimed in. “We’ve been good. We actually came to Witwicky because there’s a new enemy threatening this town. Prisoners are going missing.” 

Your eyes furrowed in confusion. “Abducting prisoners? Maybe a Decepticon?” 

Optimus sighs. “The drones didn’t find anything, we’ll have to search the towns ourselves!” 

That’s how you ended up in Elita’s alt-mode, racing into the town. You never expected your day to go like this. 

Because of the incidents in the town, you and Megatron worked together often. This unfortunately put a large target on your back. One day when you were driving home from work, you noticed a stealth-bomber sneaking up behind you. 

“Shit!” You fumbled around trying to grab your phone when Soundwave transformed on top of your car. You slammed around like a pinball and hit your head, making you pass out. 

When Soundwave attacked Megatron and the others, he had you in his grasp. You were unconscious with dried blood trailing down your face. “Wait! They have (Y/N)!” Megatron stopped the others from attacking.

“Soundwave, release them at once!” Optimus’ battle mask went on. 

Soundwave mocking dangles you between two digits. Your body swung by your arm. Megatron takes a threatening step forward, “Put. Them. Down.”

Soundwave shakes his head. “So, this is why you became a traitor? You care for this…insect?” Soundwave’s visor glows a brighter red. “You can have them.” He throws you as far as he can into the air, raising a blaster to shoot you. 

Without a second thought, Megatron dashes forward. He puts his fusion cannon right to Soundwave’s spark chamber, and in seconds his ex-third in command was gone. Energon tainted his servo as he reached up and caught you. 

Optimus and Elita-One were frozen in shock. Elita’s hand dropped to her blaster in slight fear. Optimus took a hesitant step forward. “Megatron. We need to get them medical attention.”

Megatron could only nod as he transformed, you strapped into the front of his alt-mode. He quickly made his way to the nearest hospital, not fully trusting G.H.O.S.T. to take care of you. 

Optimus and Elita followed closely behind. “Optimus, do you think…I mean he-”

“He did what he had to do. He was going to kill (Y/N).” Optimus had a hard time believing his own words. He wanted to believe his friend didn’t have a choice. He just had to remind himself of just how dastardly Soundwave actually was.

While you were in with the doctors, Megatron and Optimus talked. “I didn’t mean to- I didn’t want to.” He looked at the dried energon on his hand with sadness. “I couldn’t let anything happen to them. I wouldn’t know what I’d do with myself if they got hurt- or worse- because I have a target on my back.” 

Optimus looked at his friend and sized him up. The true sadness on his face- he knew that he regretted killing Soundwave. He placed a gentle hand on Megatron’s shoulder. “It’s okay, old friend. I’ll talk to G.H.O.S.T.” 

When he talked to G.H.O.S.T., they were instantly wary. They demanded that Megatron face some sort of evaluation. While Optimus was fighting G.H.O.S.T. on the matter, Megatron was with you. He was watching over you when you woke up- it was a little weird to stand by your window, but he made it work.

“M-megatron?” Your voice croaked out.

“I’m here, love. I’m so sorry this happened to you.” He reached his arm in and held your hand gently between two digits. “I will never allow something like this to happen again.”

The doctor walked in and was shocked to see Megatron standing there- but he managed to keep his professionalism. “O-oh. Well, you seem overall fine other than a concussion. You’re alright to go home, just take it easy. Someone already took care of your discharge papers. Have a good day.”

You looked confused, but realized G.H.O.S.T. probably took care of everything. Megatron gently scooped you out of the bed and transformed with you. 

“Uh, Megs? Where are we going?” 

“Shh, you’ll see soon enough.”

You both flew for a long time- probably two hours. After about fifteen minutes you fell into a peaceful slumber. You woke up in a comfortable bed. You were confused because you didn’t recognize your surroundings. You walked around what turned out to be a cabin, wondering if this was a G.H.O.S.T. facility. 

You walked outside to see where you were only to discover miles of forest- and Megatron. 

“Megatron, where are we?” 

He averted his eyes to the side. “Somewhere safe.”

“What does that even mean? Where’s Dottie? The kids?”

Megatron sighed sadly as he gently picked you up. “We can go visit them together in a few months, okay? You need to lay low for a while until you’re off the Decepticon’s radar.”

“Who are you to decide that for me?” You growled out. “Take me home, now.”

Megatron placed you on the ground. “You are home. I managed to buy this cabin discreetly, so no one knows where you are. It’s for your own safety- I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.” 

“Megs, I understand that I got hurt. I'll be okay- I can defend mys-”

“You can’t! You were almost killed. You will stay here- when I can trust you, we can go visit everyone. Don’t try to get away- I’ll know. There’s also a hundred miles of forest around this cabin- so stay put. It’s for your own good.” Megatron leaned down and kissed your head. “I’ll be back with supplies soon. Stay inside, it’ll be cold tonight.”

With that, Megatron flew off. When he went back to G.H.O.S.T., he said you’d been captured by a group of Decepticons. While everyone looked for the ones who took you, they never suspected it was actually him.

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Loscar. 36. As a promise,,, please

#36: a kiss as a promise - loscar: sfw (kinda?)

hi anon!! thank you so much for this!! this is my first time writing loscar, and I'm such a big fan of them I don't know why it took me so long to write their pairing but. now it's done.

hope you like it as much as I do!

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« What the fuck is that Oscar? » 

Oscar turns his head. He’s been watching a shit American show all day, and suddenly feels very self-conscious about it. Like Logan is talking about the two cringe-worthy characters talking on the TV, or Oscar actually enjoying it. He turns off the TV. « What? » He has a mouth full of overcooked pasta as he says this, so he swallows before repeating himself. « What was that? »

« Uh, » Logan walks towards Oscar, giant steps that almost make the whole building shake, and waggles his phone in front of him. Close. So close Oscar’s nose almost bumps on the screen and so close he also can’t see shit on it. « This? » 

Oscar manages to take Logan’s phone from his hands, though his fingertips were gripped so tightly on it it was a hard thing to do. There’s Twitter opened. Oscar’s account for that matter. « Yeah? What about it, Lo? »

« What about-, » Logan shakes his head and hops over the back of the couch to sit next to Oscar. He scoffs, eyes big and blue, and takes Oscar’s face in his hands, warm palms heating up Oscar’s cheeks even though it’s summer, and it’s unusually hot for England. « Oscar, what the fuck. »

Logan takes his hands off Oscar’s face, and Oscar almost whines at the loss, but he’s already been doing too much of that today watching his shit show, so he doesn’t. He settles for quiet disappointment and watches as his boyfriend fumbles to open his phone. « Fucking Face ID-, there. » Logan stops for a second, turns the screen back to Oscar, pointing a finger at it, but Oscar just shrugs. He doesn’t know what’s so weird Logan’s making a big deal out of it. 

Logan seems to understand that, so he scoffs again, and Oscar can see his dirty blonde hair fall a bit with the motion, smooth and probably salty because they’ve been at the beach yesterday. Oscar thinks he can still smell it. 

After a couple seconds of that, Logan clears his throat and starts talking again, but with the kind of voice you take the you recite something in school. It’s only after the first sentence that Oscar realizes Logan is reading his own tweet to him. « I understand that, without my agreement, Alpine F1 have put out a press release late this afternoon that I am driving for them next year. » It sounds weird coming out of Logan’s mouth, all American accent dulling the words. It’s certainly not how Oscar imagined it in his head when he wrote it out. But then again, he is Australian, so. « This is wrong and I have not signed a contract with Alpine for 2023. I will not be driving for Alpine next year. » Logan turns his face up from the screen, small spots on his jaw brightened by the light of it. « What the fuck is that, mate. » 

« Don’t call me ‘mate’. » Oscar says. It’s been a while since Logan’s called him that. « And, yeah, so what? » 

« I don’t-, » Logan sighs a quick breath, snappy and a little desperate, « Oscar, why would you not? »

« Drive for Alpine? » 

« Drive in F1. » 

Oh. Yeah. Logan doesn’t know, yet. « Ah. » Oscar says. Well, it’s more of a sound that he lets out, eyes looking everywhere except Logan’s face, eyes, fucking black eyelashes like Logan’s wearing mascara even though it’s past eight, because Oscar can’t really muster anything else than this at the moment. He’s not really allowed to, either. 

Logan chuckles but it’s pretty damn clear it’s not out of humor. He kind of looks like he’s freaking out. « Don’t ‘ah’ me, babe. What are you thinking? »

Oscar doesn’t answer. It pains him that he can’t. Legally. He would literally breach a contract he’s signed a couple days ago if he did. But. He doesn’t actually have to say it, does he?

He shifts on the sofa and takes another mouthful of pasta. The fork clings on his teeth. Logan winces at the sound.

« I’m not gonna drive for Alpine in F1 next year. » Oscar blurts out. He tries to make the subtext sound like ‘but it doesn’t mean I won’t be driving with another team’ but clearly it doesn’t because Logan just looks at him with big wide eyes. Mouth agape and eyebrows only slightly furrowed. 

« Yeah, I got that, thanks. » Logan is incredulous, Oscar realizes. He kind of understands why though. He would be too if Logan said to him he’d rejected an offer from Williams, a team that he’s been part of for two years now. Just like Oscar with Alpine. Yeah, Oscar realizes what he’s doing is perhaps a little fucked up. « What I wanna know is why. » Logan emphasizes the word, head and whole body going down with the word. 

Oscar can’t answer. « Dunno. » He registers what he’s said only after he’s said it, and yeah, that’s not helping his case at all.

« What, » Logan shifts to sit half criss-cross, body fully turned to face Oscar now. He takes the fork out of Oscar’s hand and places it back in his plate. It makes a weird cold splotch sound when it touches the pasta left in it. « the fuck. »

Oscar looks at his now most likely cold pasta then back at Logan. He wait a couple seconds. Has to count them to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid like break a fucking contract. One, two. He doesn’t know what to do after, though, so he just. Plays with the tie of his shorts. 

He can’t see Logan that way. So, he also can’t let himself fall for the puppy eyes and soft, so soft expression he probably wears on his face, because of course Logan knows how to make him talk. Oscar just watches as his pointer finger goes through one loop and out of another, watches his ring finger gets chocked with the little string lace. 

They don’t talk for a moment. Oscar hears the ruffling of the couch’s material as Logan shifts again, and can feel the warmth of Logan’s palms on each of his knees. He doesn’t look up. He congratulates himself for being so resilient. 

« Fine. » Logan says, and Oscar looks up, and fuck, « Have it your way. But, » Logan runs his palm over the hair standing on the bottom of Oscar’s thigh, and Oscar shivers a little. He tells himself it’s because the night is getting a little colder by the minute and not because Logan’s blue eyes and gentle tone is turning him on. Because he knows he shouldn’t be, especially since he’s keeping such a big secret from said boyfriend. « you won’t stop me from dragging it out of you. » 

And, yeah, Oscar knew it. He’s a weak, weak man. He lets Logan kiss him softly, lets his adventurous fingers roam just a little higher than they should be on non-special nights like this and even enjoys it. Enjoys the little sound Logan’s mouth makes when his lips leave Oscar’s cheeks, and jaw, and suddenly Logan’s fingers are very close to where Oscar knows is danger zone when keeping a secret, so he stops him. 

Logan stops. Well, pulls his hands out of Oscar’s shorts and nudges them on each side of his waist instead. Lowers his mouth just under Oscar’s ear and Oscar is done for. « Wait, wait-, » He closes his eyes, involuntarily gives Logan more space to explore by tilting his head to the side. Oscar catches himself doing that, so he lifts a hand a places it on Logan’s hair, fingers threading through the fine strands of golden, and pulls just a little. « Logan. » 

« Yeah? » Logan’s voice is soft. Eyes doe-y, and the hint of a smile driving Oscar crazy. Jesus Christ. 

Oscar is a weak man. Especially when Logan’s feather-light touch on each side of his ribs is becoming just slightly heavier and his eyes a little darker. « I’ll tell you. » Logan rubs his palms over the spot they’re rested. Oscar’s voice catches in his throat. « I’m driving in F1 next year. » 

Logan’s brows furrows. His smile has turned down a little, but not so much that he looks upset. He just seems, careful. « But you rejected Alpine’s offer? »

« Yeah I did. » Oscar’s voice is still a little breathy, and he knows his cheeks are as red as when he gets out of the car after Singapore, but he doesn’t really care. Because Logan’s eyes are starting to light up. Understand.

« Fuck, are you, like-, are you? » Logan’s rambling a little, gaze locked with Oscar’s, hands starting to hold just a little too tight, « Oscar. You signed? » 

Oscar nods. He’s still a little hazed out, and still can’t quite believe he did draw his signature on a Formula One contract just a few days ago. It feels all pretty unreal. Four years ago, he was still just a high school kid with too much homework and a dream that a little part of him didn’t believe he could fulfill. « Yeah, Lo. I did, yeah. » 

Logan nips slightly at his bottom lip. « You’re not joking? » 

« No, I’m not. » Oscar starts to giggle, a little because of the adrenaline, a little because Logan is chuckling himself, a little because he’s happy. 

Logan is full on laughing now. His eyes are glossy, like he’s the one that signed to drive in F1 next year. Oscar hopes it’s the case. He doesn’t want to let go of this. « Fuck, Oscar, that’s, » He takes Oscar’s face in his palms again. Oscar can feel the little layer of sweat on them, but it’s not like he cares. Logan stills for a moment, and bursts out laughing, little droplets of tears starting to gather on each side of his eyes.

« What? » Oscar asks, laughing too, hands finding Logan’s shoulders.

« Fuck, sorry, » Logan says in between pants, cheeks streaked with wet happiness, « I’ve just. I’ve had this image of like, me cheering you from the garage. » He chuckles again, « Like a WAG or something. » 

It’s Oscar’s turn to laugh, now. Head falling forwards so quickly he almost hits his chest with his chin. And he’s not even laughing because it’s ridiculous, or because Logan would probably not be allowed in Oscar’s team garage because of his own contract with Williams and Prema, but because he can actually see it. He’d kind of like it. Logan, watching him on those big TVs. He’d like it better if he was racing him, though. 

« Wait. » Logan’s voice breaks through the laughter. « Which team is it? » 

Oscar bites the inside of his cheek. That’s the part where he’s really breaching the contract. If the team found out he’d be so fucked. So, naturally, he makes Logan- « Guess. »

« Oscar. » Logan’s voice draws out his name, but Oscar has been weak enough today. Between the shit series and whatever happened a couple minutes ago, he thinks he is allowed to tease Logan a little. Logan just rolls his eyes at him. He lets his hand fall back to Oscar’s thigh, scratching there a little. « Well, I know you’ve been in talks with Alpine, but, yeah. I think we can forget about that one. And uh, » He cocks his head to the side, deep in thought, « you’ve not told me much more. Wait, » His face turns back quickly. Oscar can see he’s got it. « Is it Mclaren? » 

Oscar’s mouth lets out a breathy « Yeah. » before Oscar can think it through. He’s done it. 

Logan’s eyes widen. His smile too. « Oscar. » 

« I know. » Oscar’s voice is a little high pitched. He shifts his legs again, because the left one is starting to cramp a bit, but it just tingles painfully after that. Logan’s fingers hop from Oscar’s thighs to his fingers. 

After a few giggles, they settle in a quiet atmosphere for a moment. It’s gentle. Soft. Warm. It’s everything it always is with Logan. It’s everything Oscar’s ever wanted.

But then, Oscar can see Logan wants to say something. His mouth pouts a little on the side, and his chest takes big breaths that he doesn’t usually take, and then there it is, «  Nothing’s gonna change, though, right? »

And yeah, Oscar was scared of that, too. Was. He isn’t anymore. He knows they’re stronger than that. « Of course, Lo. » 

His voice is a little scratchy. Even Oscar can hear it. A little crack at the end, on Logan’s nickname. Because Oscar knows how this works. He’s seen it too many times to ignore it. The world is no longer mysterious, in that way. 

But, he likes to think nothing will ever change. Is that such a bad thing?

Logan’s finger catches on Oscar’s splintered nail. « You promise? »

Oscar’s heart pulls at the words. « Yeah, I promise. » Logan’s eyes come up again. The blue is glowing a little yellow from the kitchen light. He looks as beautiful as he always does. That will never change, Oscar thinks. « I promise. » 

Oscar’s palms find Logan’s shoulders again, and he just has to kiss him. Just to prove him how much he means it. He knows his tongue probably still tastes like overcooked pasta but Logan's taste like the iced latte he's had as a snack. Oscar presses his lips to Logan’s and silently prays they’ll be able to do this for the rest of their life. 

again, thank you so much for requesting this!! I've allowed myself to mix in a little #10: to get them to talk, so yeah, it's been a fun journey

you can find the rest of this little series on ao3!

don't hesitate to ask me for more kiss/non kiss prompts, I always appreciate writing those,,,

lots of love <33

[judyfromfinance]

Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

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Chapter 2

It’s been a couple of months since you had woken up in what seemed to be the set of Game of Thrones. You remember Kratos questioning you. Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? Basically trying to intimidate you into possibly giving up any information of potentially being a horrible person intending to hurt him, or more so his son. Luckily Mimir was there to lighten the mood a bit. Seeing Kratos in front of your eyes, not as a video game character was… unnerving to say the least. Honestly when you woke up you were expecting everything to be some wacked out dream. Too much gaming late into the night and waking up at the buttcrack of dawn for your shit job. But no. You were here. Actually here. You think. The jury’s still out on the dream thing. But you answered him still. As truthfully as you could. You decided against talking about the fact that you basically played through this man’s whole life. From destroying Olympus to now essentially. Yeah, you don’t think a man like Kratos would’ve handled that well. But he listened. So did Mimir. And so did Atreus. They stopped you and asked questions here or there. Mainly Mimir and Atreus. One because he’s the “Smartest Man Alive” and the other because pure, unadulterated curiosity. They accepted your words. And Kratos made his decision.

“Stay? With y’all? Just like that?” You couldn’t help but sound skeptical. Mimir, who was… sitting… yeah you don’t know whether you could call being placed down on a barrel by your neck stump sitting. But you digress, Mimir chuckled and said “Don’t worry lass! We’ll put you to work yet!” Kratos just hummed in agreement as Atreus smiled towards you.

“Oh. Ok.”

And that’s what led you to now. A few months down the road and they have been teaching you, trying to at least, to hunt and scavenge. Mind you, Fimbulwinter made everything so much harder when it came to gathering food. And since you were mortal, you needed more than the two gods and the undead head.

“This is so stupid. How do you feel anything in this fucking cold?” You simmered to yourself as you practiced with a bow that Atreus had made for you. You could barely feel your fingers as they fumbled with the the string. You tried to keep the arrow straight but no matter how hard you tried it just seemed to move away gradually. As if it was trying to piss you off. “You just gotta get used to it!” Atreus shouted from across the backyard training area. He didn’t want to be hit by a stray arrow. You finally got the arrow to sit still before releasing the string and let your arrow shoot through the sky. Well, shoot through the sky would be a lie. The arrow basically fell not even two feet into the snow and dirt. You heard giggling behind you. You spun around, eyes narrowed into slits. Atreus paused before shrugging and apologizing. “Here, let’s just gather more firewood before father comes back.” You rolled your eyes at the teenage god before walking with him towards the small section of woods behind the training grounds. The trees there were designated as firewood only trees.

“It’s cold as hell here. I can’t help that my body ain’t used to it. I live in California alright? It gets cold there, but never like this.” You swing your bow around your body, finally securing it on your back with the string across your chest. It seemed pretty big to you but Atreus said you’d grow into it. You would’ve mentioned that you were an adult and done growing but the look in his eyes were enough to stop you. You recognized that line. He was remembering his mother, Faye. So instead you just said thank you and took as much care of it as you could. You grabbed a smaller axe that was kept by the fencing and went to work. You definitely didn’t consider yourself strong in the least but you could swing an axe and break a couple of logs. Or at least do some minor damage to it as Atreus did the rest.

“Oh no, Hel is way colder. Trust me.” Atreus said with a grunt as he finished your pile of wood for you. You both then grabbed what you could and headed back inside. “I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly is your home like? You don’t talk about it much.” He pushed open the door with his back as he stared at you. “Do you miss it?”

You really didn’t talk much about your home and your life before all this. You were more concerned with learning how to be useful to these people. After they were so kind to you and offered their home to you. They deserved that much. And you hated feeling like a burden. It was a gut wrenching feeling to know that no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t live up to some peoples expectations. So no, you didn’t talk about home. To busy trying to help. But.. you missed it. You missed it a lot. Maybe talking about it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. “Yeah. Yeah I miss it. What exactly did you want to know?”

It was at that moment that Kratos, with Mimir strapped to his hip, walked in with some freshly dug up roots and what looked to be a chunk of meat he probably butchered from a wild animal. Deer probably. He placed them both on the kitchen counter. Which was just a wooden table. The same table that you guys did anything and everything else on.

“Have you trained more with your bow?” He asked you gruffly. You perked up as you nodded vigorously. “No yeah! Of course!” You said as you took off your bow and placed it next to Atreus’s by the front door. Kratos furrowed his brow at your verbiage before grunting and looking towards Atreus. “She’s doing better father. Not ready to hunt quite yet but better.” He nods before gruffly saying “Good.” He turned towards the food before preparing it for supper. Watching Kratos cook was something else. Sure it wasn’t anything fancy you might see on Food Network but there was still something about it. It was so, domestic for the God of War. You sat down next to Atreus as he got his journal out.

“So… you were going to tell me more about your home? Uuuhh…” he wracked his brain trying to remember what you had called this mystical and other worldly land that you had hailed from. You giggled at his stupefied face.

“California. It’s called California. But that’s just the state I live in. My home country is called America.” You looked down towards your feet. Stilled covered in your Nike tennis shoes. “But… let’s just talk about my hometown for now.”

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Taglist: @zoleea-exultant @sumebuddy @sissontrinity123 @different4black

For some reason tumblr mobile won’t let me tag some of y’all. I’ll see what I can do when I get home on my laptop. But for now enjoy this!

I will say, I do plan on doing time skips here and there. I just want to get to the main weasel man 👉👈🥺

Edit: I got the tags working :)

[cupcakeinat0r]

HIIII 🌵 here again !!

Idk about you but my biggest kinda like headcanon about my guy Miguel is that Peter buys him a bunch of those comedy shirts and gives him pictures of Mayday along with little gifts and stuff and that he keeps ALL of them. Like he defo has a little cupboard or something dedicated to them. Yk what I mean?? He probably has a little shrine for Mayday, dare I say. Did you see the way he held her in that one atsv scene where he was introduced to Miles, and how he only gave her back when she had reached for Peter?? Ugh. I’m melting into a puddle on the floor.

I’m gonna sound like an absolute maniac here talking about Miguel because he’s genuinely a massive fixation of mine but carrying on what I said in the last post, it would be insane if he didn’t get a redemption arc or got shunned as the bad guy over and over. Having a daughter disappear in your arms is probably one of the most traumatising things to happen to someone. We got build up, build up, build up and then the climax of the problem, but no solution. What will the solution be?? Sony??? Hello??? They CANNOT leave us hanging like that.

Honestly it’s really hard to hate ANYONE in the spiderverse movies. I saw a tumblr post the other day where someone said that everyone in the movies were depicted as real people, with an equally complex story, so it’s more difficult to hate them. I agree with it 100%. Yeah, Miguel was really horrible to Miles and the others and they deserve a massive apology but Miguel also probably shuts himself away instead of talking to people, so he feels combined guilt and also stress because he just never talks about it. Anyone would snap like that. I really hope we get to see a softer side of him, or like you said: a heart to heart talk to someone or even to himself so we can understand him more. Maybe we can get a little insight of what happened in his original universe after he left to be a dad in the other one???

I’m gonna shut up now bcs this is getting really long and this is kind of me just dumping my thoughts into your asks (sorryyyttt) is it obvious I really love this man

- 🌵 (she/her (pronouns reveal??? Insane. I might also start putting the date here so I can remember when I wrote it if you answer these (17/6/24))) LOVE YOU

Hi 🌵!!!!!!<3

Awww wait that hc is so cute!!! He would most likely never tell or let anyone know that he keeps those gifts lmao. And that man loves that little girl, and yes, that is a strong word, but Miguel is a girl dad thru n thru n that lil baby is his weakness!!

Right! They’re probably off in some cupboard or hidden drawer at his lab. It’d be real easy to hide things in there considering how dark it is lmao. Do you think in order to feel something, he’ll go n look at those ‘gifts’ n think about Gabriella n then start getting emotional then then then and then

No yeah it would definitely feel like a cheat if Sony didn’t spend some time on him. It would be a huuuuge fumble. Like, Sony, y’all have a million dollar character right here that is begging for redemption, please n thank you <3 On my knees and praying to whoever is up there that the girlies at Sony write a scene of Miguel being soft. Like…. Please…. Yall gave him 10 minutes of screen time and he was mad for every single one of them.

That would be a nice idea!!! I have hopes that they’ll expand on that. I’m just saying, if it ends up that the theory is actual BS and Gabri’s dimension didn’t fall bc of Miguel but bc of something completely unrelated… I could literally pass away happy omfg.

Don’t be sorry!!! I love when people leave asks like these!!! That’s we come on this app, to let our fixations fixate !!! We love our man <3

Ngl, the date thing is actually kinda helpful cuz then I see it n I’m like “omfg I’m the worst I made this person wait days before I answered this ask, let me respond to it now” lmao. And omg!! She/her!!! A fellow girlie (gn)!!!!

Thanks for sending this in, luv! Always a pleasure talking to you 🫶🌵 ily MWAH <3

[timaeusterrored]

Neither were exactly stoked about this party. The label wanted to throw it in celebration of Kerry’s marriage to V, to try and make V seem as normal as possible. There was already a scandal going on with the whole Kerry marrying his ‘bodyguard’, and some of the gangs in V’s world finding out about Kerry made V actually sick. He also found a long lasting side effect to the relic was coughing up blood when having a high emotion. Amazing.

The couple was quiet in the limo, Kerry’s anger and V’s anxiety were not a good mix. V hadn’t wanted to keep it a secret forever, but he thought they’d at least have more time to enjoy their marriage before the label found out and rumors began to spread. It was exhausting for both of them.

V slowly rested his head on Kerry’s shoulder, expecting to be jerked away but instead earned a gentle kiss on the forehead and yet another apology. He had been doing that a lot recently, apologizing. And it was probably from the horror of seeing blood in V’s hand again after a coughing fit.

“You apologize one more time and no sex for a week.” V muttered, earning a quiet laugh.

“Yeah right, like you could last a week without sex. You’d have to sleep somewhere else to get your hands off of me.” Kerry teased back. And he was probably right. With V getting stronger and stronger, the more he wanted Kerry. And the more both were relieved it wasn’t Johnny’s feelings that spurred their romance in the beginning.

“I hate it when you’re right.” V stated, feeling Kerry rest his head on his own. It was nice, and despite it all, Kerry was a good husband. No matter what he or anyone else said.

He saw the venue coming up and could already see the crowd and flashing lights and he felt sick again. He didn’t realize he had squeezed Kerry’s hand a bit to hard until he was squeezing back.

“Remember what Misty taught you, deep breaths okay? Just for like, an hour, then we can sneak out..” Kerry had promised that. Just go to the part for an hour and then they could sneak away.

V did straighten (haha) up before they got out. Kerry put on his charming smile, leading V up the stairs. This was for them, and neither even wanted to be here.

“Mr. Eurodyne! What is it like being married again after all these years?” A reporter asked, and Kerry just smiled.

“I haven’t been this happy in years, he’s my everything and more!” That answer was.. surprisingly honest.

“And well, the newest Mr. Eurodyne, what’s it’s like being married to a rock legend like Kerry?” God just kill him now. How the hell does Kerry deal with this.

“Like he said, I haven’t been this happy in years. I couldn’t ask for a better husband.” Short and sweet V, short and sweet. He could talk Judy’s ear off for hours about how much he loved Kerry, but not here. He didn’t want to talk more than he had too.

Kerry lead him instead, and the applause and cheers took him slightly off guard. He saw people he knew and people he didn’t. And Kerry lead him right to Denny and Nancy, where he knew V would be slightly more comfortable. And despite them both being at the wedding, they gave hugs and congrats once again.

Kerry took a flute of champagne as he walked up to the podium to give the requested speech, V sat with the ladies.

“So, I immediately know what you’re all thinking. Eurodyne’s having his six life crisis in the past ten years.” Kerry’s charisma was undeniably, and so was his smile. God what was there not to love? Johnny fumbled this one hard.

“But I wasn’t lying. I haven’t been this happy in years. I’ve never been the best with actual words, obviously the guy has a whole album about him now, and everything I say in it is true, V means the world to me. We met at a dark time in my life and it’s safe to say he saved it, and not just the dumbasses that try to kill me because another dumbass said so. He is my muse so to speak, a nickname worth a thousand words and I still don’t think a thousand words could fit about how much I care about him.” Kerry got a few coos at that, and V could feel Denny to take his hand and squeeze.. was he crying?

“Who knew some gonk could drop into my lap and I want to spend the rest of my life with him, however long that is left. But I’ve never wanted to live life the way I want too now. Every day I’m happy know I get to wake up next to him. And hopefully this will stop the gold digging rumors, he barely lets me buy him food. I’m.. I’m in love, and I’m lucky I get to call such an amazing man mine.” Kerry seemed to shock himself saying he genuinely loved someone in front of so many people and reporters.

“Anyway I’m not gonna stand up here and rattle on about how much I love my husband, trust me I could do it for hours.” He downed the champagne and smiled.

“I love you, V Eurodyne.”

V really was crying now. Tears streamed down his face as he stood and Kerry met him half way into a passionate kiss. The crowd went wild but the only person V cared to listen too was Kerry. For a moment, V stopped caring about media and his identity, he wanted people to know he was taken and in love with Kerry.

“I love you too.” V whispered, feeling Kerry wipe his tears away with a smile and lead him back to their table.

[lashysdomain]

Sing me a Song of Scrutiny

Book of Songs Solitude | Sympathy | Success | Scrutiny | Sentiment: Saccharine • Shattered | Severing

The night after Artinos' win has been one of the best he's had in a long time- well, you know, other than ACTUALLY winning. 

Apologies and understanding had been reached the night before, along with the plans for celebration. Arti wanted to let his crew go get a good rest in order to party as hard as they could the next night, with Justya having planned the place and time for everyone.

The past few hours had been spent at a high end bar- one of the few Arti hasn't been kicked out of for his weird requests- and as the evening wound down those still up for it made their way to a bowling alley.

Flopping down in their lanes seating Arti takes a deep breath, combing hands through his curled hair; it’s already lost a lot of its bounce, but with how quickly it usually leaves his straight hair he's happy it's even there at all. Just as he's settling into his rest the harsh buzzing of phone against plastic startles him, his crew glancing back at their boss to make sure he's alright before returning to the game.

Fumbling the phone out of his pocket Arti answers, getting up and walking away to take the call in a more private area to not bother the others.

"Hello?"

"Ah- Good. You're still alive," Arti's heart skips a beat hearing the voice on the other end, putting a hand to his mouth to hide that he's smiling. "I've been trying to contact you about your cars extended warranty."

The violet laughs, leaning against a wall while his hand plays with one of the dying curls. "Yeah? That's all? You okay Isatol?"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to check on you since you've been out for so long. I tried to call you a few times earlier but I never got a response, so I got worried."

Oh, right. His phone had rung at the bar an hour into the festivities, but he'd just silenced it. Probably would have been smarter to at least text the person back, oops.

"Ah- Yeah, we were only just getting started... I forgot you don't go to this kinda thing... I'll probably still be here for a few hours."

"Oh.... Alright." Isatol's disappointment is obvious, words briefly catching in Arti's throat at the thought. "Just make sure you come back soon, alright Artinos?"

He stiffens slightly- Isatol always calls him Arti- almost never his full name. Is he that upset? Maybe it has been long enough... Maybe he should go back home.... Isatol asked so nicely, after all....

Wait, but he didn't actually, did he? He didn't ask... Why did he think Isatol had asked him to come home? If anything it sounded like a statement-

The sound of something clicking through the phone snaps Arti out of his momentary brain jumble. "Ah... Y.. Yeah, just a little longer, promise."

Hanging up without a second thought the disoriented feeling the call leaves Arti with brings him back over to his crews lane, slumping back down into his previous seat still looking at his phone on the missed calls screen. Jeez…. One hundred and seventy nine calls? What was Isatol thinking?

"Arti?" Justya's voice startles him, the violet giving her a big silly grin of reassurance but his moirail isn't so easily tricked by the usual idiocy. "Who was that on the phone?"

"Oh uh... It was Isatol.... He was worried because I've been out so long."

"I mean… yeah, we're out celebrating your first win. What'd he think, we'd say hi, do a cheer, and be done?" They roll their eyes, dropping into the seat beside him with a huff. "Clingy much…"

Arti laughs, slinging an arm over his rails shoulders and pulling them close for a half hug. "Yeah yeah.... He's not used to me being out ya know? I'm usually either training or at home.... He tried to call earlier, and didn't get an answer so that's probably part of it..."

"Yeah well he's gonna have to get used to it if he's serious about you," their tone gives way from disdain to annoyance, something Arti's gotten used to hearing when the topic of his mate comes up, "If you start placing high more and more we're going to be in the spotlight, taking on bigger races. You're only going to get busier."

"I'm already busy, silly. He knows most of what I do is always work…. I should probably head back soon though… If I actually play I'm absolutely going to make an idiot out of myself.."

Justya shakes her head, grabbing Arti by the arm to drag him to his feet. "Nuh uh, you're staying and going to look stupid with the rest of us. This is a party for you as much as for us. You're the one behind the wheel."

Whining Arti tries to pull away back to the safety of his seat, lips puckering inward as he thinks of something and struggles to not burst out laughing. "Noooo! You can't do this to me! I'm good with wheels, not balls!"

"I can and will. You're playing at least 1 game." The fact Justya can't contain their own amusement breaks the thin veil keeping his laughter inside, the poor idiot stumbling forward onto the lane, one of the crew shoving a ball into his arms.

Maybe going home can wait for a while.

But he asked so nicely…

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 6: Playing Hooky

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Robert wakes up the morning after the gala warm, comfortable, and with his alarm clock blaring in his ears. 

Word Count: 2,029

Notes: This is for all intents and purposes a bonus chapter for A Sleepless Dream. I originally was going to put this scene in at the end of that series, but the final chapter was so long and this just sort of felt like an add on. But I liked the scene so much and thought it was cute so I figured I would just post it as it’s own little one-shot anyway. I hope you enjoy! Warnings for depictions of sexual content. 

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Robert woke up to his alarm blaring from where it was sitting on his nightstand. Beside him, Alice groaned in complaint, body burrowing closer to his chest as if that would somehow cause the noise to disperse, the arm she had splayed loosely across his waist tightening. Flailing a little, he managed to reach over her to slap around at the clock until he finally hit the snooze button on the top to shut it off. With a huff of triumphant relief at the silence that followed, he settled back down onto the bed. Alice purred, nuzzling at him before beginning to grow heavy in his arms as she started to doze off again. Their legs were tangled, and he was suddenly brazenly aware that they were both still naked from the events of the night before, her bare breasts pushing into his chest.

“Mm, Al,” he mumbled, stroking lazily at her ruffled hair. She groaned, not wanting to be disturbed.

“What?” the word was muffled by his chest.

“We gotta get up soon. Go to work.”

“What kind of company has a gala with drinking and schmoozing and then expects everyone to come into the office the day after?”

“One run by Maurice Fischer.”

“‘S dumb.”

He hummed in agreement, kissing the top of her head as his mind began to slowly start to function, eyes focused upwards before glancing down at her. She was tucked so closely to him it was a wonder that they didn’t meld into one being, currently nosing at the smattering patch of chest hair between his pecs before resting her cheek there, slumping limply with one hand grazing his shoulder, eyes closed. A part of him felt urged to shake her gently back into wakefulness. To rise from the bed and begin to prepare for another long day of work. But the rest of him was comfortable. And she was so warm pressed up against him like that, and he was pretty sure that he never, ever wanted to stop holding her. Maybe just five more minutes…

His fucking phone started ringing.

Groaning, head tipping back dramatically into the pillows, his face pinched with annoyance.

“Whyyyy…” Alice whined.

Keeping one arm wrapped around her, the other fumbled back around the nightstand. Turning the phone enough that he could squint at it until he made out the name, he felt himself physically withdraw further into the mattress. No doubt feeling his reaction, Alice finally blinked open her big, pretty brown eyes.

“Who is it?”

“My dad.”

She made a face that under other circumstances might’ve been funny. “Don’t answer it.”

He shot her an incredulous look. “And have him come storming down here to yell at me in person!?”

“Why would he yell at you?”

“Because I kinda left Gemma Hadley standing alone at the bar with barely an explanation when I ran after you.”

“Oh. Oops.”

“Yeah,” glancing at the phone with a look full of dread, Robert swallowed hard before scooping it up out of its cradle, pressing the button to accept the call and holding it to his ear. “Hello?”

Alice’s arms tightened around him, and he stroked his fingers slowly through her hair, trying to let the weight of her on his chest and the silky softness of her brown locks soothe his nerves.

“Robert! What the hell happened last night? The Hadleys aren’t interested in doing business with us. What did you do?”

“Um…” he trailed off, trying to come up with some sort of explanation other than I ditched the woman you assigned me to talk to so I could run after my best friend to whom I ended up confessing my undying love for and falling into bed with. There was a tickling brush of lips across his throat as Alice stretched up, kisses light as butterfly wings against his skin, making him shiver. 

“Tell him you were sick,” she whispered into his skin.

“I-uh-I, um, was sick,” he blurted out into the phone.

“Sick? What do you mean, you were sick?”

“I, uh, I ate a bad shrimp, or…something,” it was hard to focus on the conversation. Not when Alice was pressing her lips down his neck and to his chest, biting the inside of his mouth to stifle a whine. “I had to leave early.”

“Oh. Well, that’s very unfortunate.”

“Yeah, it–it is.”

“You still don’t feel very well,” she looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes, fingers stroking along his ribs and stomach. “Probably should stay home for the day.”

His eyes widened, clapping his palm over the mouthpiece of the receiver. “I can’t play hooky!”

Alice raised an amused eyebrow. “No?” she cocked her head, one of her hands sliding down beneath the blankets, wrapping around the erection that wasn’t just a result of morning wood anymore. “Are you sure?”

Robert bit his lip hard to keep from moaning, dropping his hand to talk into the phone. “I think…” god, her lips were beginning to trace over the line of hair that led down from his bellybutton to his– “I think that it would probably be for the best if I don’t come in today. I still feel a little dicey.”

He swore that he could hear his father grinding his teeth on the other end. “Yes, yes, fine. We’ll talk about this more when you get back.”

“Okay, bye!” he hung up before his father could say anymore, slamming the phone down and grabbing Alice gently by the cheeks, raising her head up. “You’re a menace.”

She grinned at him innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh, oh,” he choked a little when her hand tightened around his cock, stroking him in slow, even movements. Alice cooed, pleased at the reaction, and stretched up to kiss him.  

“I got you out of it, didn’t I?”

“I’ve never skipped out on work like this before,” he admitted, throat working as his hips began to buck more urgently into her hand.

“Really? Never?”

“Never-ahhh–never had a reason to,” his sentence was stuttered by a gasp as her thumb swiped over the sensitive head, gathering up the precum beading there. 

“Well,” she smirked. “I’ll have to make it memorable then, won’t I?”

“Alice…” he stammered out urgently, hand cupping her cheek, stroking along her lightly freckled cheekbone. Her eyes shot up to meet his curiously. “You’re…” he swallowed, not sure how to say it without coming across as desperate. “You’re still here,” he mumbled finally. A part of him had been terrified that he’d dreamt up the events of the previous night. It wouldn’t be the first time that his mind decided to torture him with possibilities of what it could be like if he picked up the courage to tell her the truth. If she loved him back.

But she did. She was here. She loved him. It wasn’t just a faraway fading dream anymore. 

Alice’s eyes softened, understanding perfectly, raising herself back up to kiss him firmly on the mouth. “I am. I am. I’m here. You have me.”

He almost burst into tears, blinking hard as he felt them prick at the corners of his eyes. Arms going around her so he could kiss her harder; try to tell her through his actions every little thing that he wanted to. When she leaned back far enough to look at him, her eyes danced with joy.

“That being said,” she bit her lip, a mischievous playfulness crossing her features. “If you’re going to wake me up before even the damn sun is up, you might as well make it worth my while,” it was murmured against his lips, her grin turning wicked. “We have the whole day now,” another peck was pressed to his mouth. “And twenty years to make up for.”

A growl built in his throat, eyes narrowing playfully at the challenge. She squealed when he caught her in his arms, caging her into his chest before rolling them over so that he was on top of her. Giggling, she petted at his cheek affectionately, kissing his forehead and his cheeks and his eyelids and he had never felt so loved or complete in his entire life. Dropping his weight onto her, being careful not to crush her beneath him, he rutted his hips suggestively against her thigh.

“I love you,” it was whispered against her shoulder as he nuzzled at her, purring at the way her fingers threaded through his hair.

“I love you too,” her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. His smile was soft and blissful, just the words alone enough to soothe some of the aching tension in his shoulders, body moving to cover hers.

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They didn’t get out of bed until it was nearly noon. And even then it was only because they were both starving. But even after a morning of nothing but sex they couldn’t seem to stop touching each other. As he worked over the stove to make them French toast for breakfast–okay, fine, it was more like brunch–she wrapped her arms around him from behind, head resting between his naked shoulder blades as he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. Her lips peppered kisses along the back of his neck and down his back, making him laugh and squirm when she grazed over a spot that was ticklish. Giggling and smiling against his skin, she moved to hop up onto the counter, sitting with her legs dangling off the side, in nothing but one of his t-shirts, her hair mussed and lips swollen from how much they’d been kissing.

She had never looked more beautiful.

Setting the spatula he’d been using down, he rested his hand beside her on the counter, leaning into her until his nose brushed against her cheek, other hand smoothing down her side.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. Alice blushed and looked down, laughing and shaking her head.

“No.”

His hands slipped up underneath his t-shirt she was wearing to grip her hips and pull her closer, spreading kisses all along her face and her throat. “Yes,” he insisted, because he would not hear any of that nonsense, even uttered from her. Chest pressing to hers, he rubbed his face insistently against her shoulder like a cat. “Yes, yes, yes. You are.”

“You’re going to burn the food,” she giggled.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled into her clavicle.

“Robbie!” laughing, her hands tangled in his hair, arching her chest closer to his mouth even as she worried over the food. Chuckling, he gave her one last peck before straightening to flip the toast before it burned. Alice wrapped an arm around him, hand rested against the nape of his neck while her head laid on his chest. Hooking his arm over her waist, he let his cheek rest against the top of her head. Neither of them said anything as they watched the toast sizzle in the pan, waiting for it to be done.

“We have a lot of things to talk about,” she said finally.

“Mm. Like what?”

“Like…can I even still be your assistant, now that we’re together?”

His brows furrowed. Honestly he hadn’t really thought that far ahead. “I…I think so? I’ll have to ask Uncle Peter about it.”

“We don’t have to worry about any of it now,” she clarified. “But eventually.”

“Yeah,” he rubbed her back, closing his eyes as he buried his nose in her hair. She smelled like vanilla and lavender. “We’ll be okay.”

Nearly purring, she nuzzled closer to him. He pressed a kiss to her temple, then her cheek, her laugh buzzing in her throat as he started to kiss down it, hands pushing the t-shirt up, over her ribs until he cupped her bare breasts in his palms.

In the end, they did wind up burning the toast, but that was okay. The entire house could have probably burned down around them and it wouldn’t have even made a dent in the bubble blissful happiness that they were both encased in. They were here; they were together. 

That was all either of them would ever really need.

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[sketchy-rosewitch]

Take Hold of Me: Eden and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Mentions of abuse both physical and verbal

A/N: Made something cause I wanted to write more Eden. Also for some reason I had Little Women in my head so little blurb is based on Something’s are Meant to Be

Taggies: @rottent33th @soupbabe

“Ya know. Not even an hour after you and Lester were born. Vincent and I came into the office. Ma started talking to Vince, ‘bout how to hold Lester properly. Was ignorin’ me though. Probably because she didn’t want me touchin’ you or him. Anyway, Pa was too focused on Vince and Lester also, so I came up to you without askin’, put my finger in the crib and you held right onto it. I looked over at how Vincent was holdin’ Les. Did the exact same thing. You were so calm, you didn’t wiggle or make a noise. You just stared at me and smiled, continuing to hold onto my finger. I got excited. Told Ma and Pa, ‘Eden’s mine!’. Both of them were livid that I had held you without askin’ first. Pa took you from me, handed you to Mama and you started cryin’ and both of them blamed me for it. Pa beat the shit outta me. I didn’t care though cause I already called dibs on you and I promised I’d look over you no matter what Mama or Pa said.”

The night was cool with a small bit of humidity as Eden and Bo sat together on the porch. It was quiet before Bo started talking, only thing that could be heard were the mockingbirds and crickets singing in their nightly band.

“Guess sayin’ I hated mama my whole life isn’t being dramatic.” Eden comments, watching as lighting bugs flash softly close to the grass. Bo chuckles softly.

“No it ain’t.” He shakes his head and sips on his beer.

“Is that why you were always lookin’ out for me Bo? You called dibs on me and decided it was your life’s mission to make sure I ended up okay?” The blonde looks over at her brother, the porch light illuminating his skin. He shrugs nonchalantly making Eden frown.

“Yeah, I knew Vincent and Mama would be at the House of Wax all the time. She wouldn’t have time for you or Lester. And I knew Pa was always takin’ care of the older folks in town, not that he ever wanted to be ‘round his kids anyways.” Bo answers, he takes another sip of beer and looks over at his sister, she didn’t have a smile on her face, it was tight lipped look as she nodded, hearing every word Bo said to her. “I knew how different you’d be too. We’re one and the same. Shit I didn’t think anyone could throw bigger tantrums than me. You beat me the first time you didn’t wanna take off that dress Junibee Smith had put on you.”

Eden and Bo share a laugh reminiscing in the memory.

“Mama made me cry so hard from her spankin’ with that paddle and I still didn’t take it off… we’re too stubborn for our own good Bo.”

“We got every right to be with parents like ours. We understood that we deserved nice things too.” Bo gets up and chucks the glass bottle into the garbage can. It shatters as it hits the bottom of the can making Eden flinch slightly.

“Bo.”

His sister fumbles with her skirt and kicks a bit of dirt off of the deck.

“What.”

She takes a deep breath, nervous to even bring this subject up. “Why do we even bother with this town? I understand Vincent, but we didn’t do nothin’ but cause Mama problems and we hate her, don’t we? She hurt us.”

Bo is still facing away from his sister. His mouth twitches and he crosses his arms, slouching, hiding away from the conversation. Eden’s anxiety spikes and she stands up. She makes a quick decision beginning to head towards the door to go inside and forget about the night. “Neverm-“

“Cause maybe when we reach heaven… She’ll look at us and tell us how good we did. That she’s so proud and that she forgives us for behavin’ so badly when she was alive.” Bo’s tone changes. “We deserve to be loved by her. What better way to do it than by helpin’ her favorite, yeah?“

The two siblings face each other. Bo’s arms go down to his sides. He looks down and kicks his boot lightly. Eden steps closer to her brother, walking up to him like a scared and injured deer before wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. Bo hesitates, tensing up almost completely then he wraps his arms around his sister tightly.

“You really think we’ll be able to make it to Heaven? Even after all we’ve done?”

Bo brushes his little sister’s hair to comfort her and kisses her head. He looks at the night sky, the stars twinkling.

“Yeah, cause if Mama made it then, we will too.”

[aajjks]

BC!JK

you laugh when jungkook says he’ll wear a tie matching the same color as your dress. a dress that he would buy just for you. first, sage. next, a tiffany & co. necklace. and now, he’s suggesting to buy your dress. you know you shouldn’t compare but hard to not draw comparisons when your last relationship wasn’t that long ago.

what you and eunwoo had was special but with jungkook, it’s a bit more. he’s always buying, tending, and catering to you. always, BUT this is just day one.

you can’t fall for the same sweet gestures. eunwoo was nice too. he bought you things too.

fool me one time, shame on you.

fool me two times, can’t put the blame on you.

“my favorite color? pink of course!” typical.

“but i also love orange, turquoise, and champagne. they’re such pretty colors. what about you? i’m gonna guess black and white”

it’s only right that you ask the same question back while taking a sip of your delicious milkshake.

“also, why salty? sweet things are so much better. if cavities never existed, i’d eat chocolate and caramel drizzled pretzels all day. probably for the rest of my life” you laugh and lean in to listen to jungkook’s words.

you find his stammering to be quite cute and a little strange considering you never took him as the type to be so fumbly around women, especially you. the 21 year old jungkook was a walking bad boy that all the girls loved yet knew their parents would hate him.

he’s got his father’s confidence and mother’s quick-wittedness, so making conversation came easy. yet here he is, bashful and shy in front of you. you’re shy too but that’s within your nature. you’ve always been shy and a bit of a turtle but it seems like jungkook is a bit of a turtle too.

“i hope this doesn’t sound mean, jungkook but..like…why did you hate me so much and what made you like me so much? like, where or when did the feelings start? when you left school, i thought you hated me all over again but here we are”

His smile fades immediately when you bring up why he hated you. Honestly, he’s not liking this discussion, Jungkook stops munching on his ice cream and now his demeanor has shifted.

When you know everything, why are you asking him and rubbing salt onto his old wounds?

“Yn..” he breathes out, “I had always liked you and I even sent you a letter confessing my love for you, 6 years go… I put it in your locker but… I never got a reply.” This is what you wanted right?

So he will make sure to give you a trip down to memory lane.

“I-I… this was before the bullying started, all my friends made fun of me because you never replied or even acknowledged it… they knew I liked you… you pretended like I never existed? That my letter never existed!”

He’s not even sure if you remember but… now what’s the point? He remembers how namjoon & Yoongi made fun of him for liking you.

“So after a few months I decided to make sure that you’ll always acknowledge me.” That’s how the bullying along with his friends started.

You basically ignored him- you never even looked at him, always way too caught up in your books or eunwoo- you always liked that fucker… even though jungkooks suspicions were confirmed after burning your journal.

“So yes. I began to hate you. But the truth is… I was… I was only pretending to do so… I always loved you yn. I fell for you the first time we met in that art class, do you remember that French teacher? Yeah.”

He’s looking down, he should be over that by now it’s okay… you’re his now. “W-Why did you never respond yn?”

But he deserves to know the answer to that.

[radiant-reid]

A memorable hero

Summary: Y/n jumps into the arms of a random FBI agent when she unknowingly talks to a creepy unsub. Requested here

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: some CM type case details | mentions of a creepy guy

Word Count: 1.8k

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"Hey, can you pretend to be my boyfriend for a few minutes?"

It was definitely not the question Spencer expected to hear when he got tapped on the shoulder. He had been given the task of delivering the profile to the local bartender, with the hope she had seen the unsub.

It was an old bar in Philadelphia swarming with people under the dim lighting. Morgan was trying to find out if any of the bar patrons had seen who they were looking for. Spencer knew that meant he was showing his badge off to any pretty girl who asked, and they often did, and being brought drinks that he couldn't drink.

The girl in front of him, wearing a tight olive green dress, didn't wait for an answer. She sat down next to him, close and in his personal space. He would have minded, but her perfume smelt really nice.

"Uh, y-yeah, okay." Spencer rather awkwardly agreed, figuring he was fumbling because of how close she was, not because of how soft her hair looked or how captivating her eyes color was or how pretty she was.

"Thanks." She gratefully smiled, linking her arm around his and resting her head on his bicep. If it were possible, she moved even closer to him, so her side was right against his body.

Spencer's lack of experience meant he was unsure of what to do as a fake boyfriend. Tentatively, he wrapped an arm around her waist. "A-are you, uh, okay?" He asked, looking down at her to realize how together their faces were.

She nodded, shifting her head on his shoulder. "Just this creepy guy." That caught Spencer's attention. The unsub profiled as off-putting to women, and had to resort to blitz attacks to subdue them. "Usually, you tell them you have a boyfriend, and they leave you alone, but this guy was tenacious." She explained, far too casually for his liking. Spencer tried to focus his attention on the fact the report she was giving matched the profile. "You're like law enforcement or something, right?"

Spencer reached into his pants pocket, pulling out his identification to show her. It was pretty easy to understand why she might not trust a strange guy at a bar. "I'm in the FBI." He told her.

"You looked trustworthy, Spencer Reid." She commented, unaware how his heart flipped when she said his name, positive it had never sounded as good. The way her eyes shined was enough to light up the bar and more than enough to fully captivate his attention.

His concentration was so focused on her he failed to notice Morgan sliding into the seat next to him. "Pretty boy, what are you up to?" All but jumping out of his skin, Spencer's head whipped around to see his friend.

"Morgan, I, um, I'm just t-talking to..." It only occurred to him then that he had no idea what her name was. He didn't know anything about the girl wrapped around his arm, besides the fact she was being approached by some guy, which was an all too common situation.

"Hi, I'm Y/n." She introduced herself, reaching out to shake Morgan's hand. He was admiring everything about her, but especially how friendly she was. "I was just borrowing Spencer, or what was it? Pretty boy." The nickname had gotten her attention, mainly because of how true it was. When she flung herself at him, she definitely hadn't expected him to be so attractive.

Morgan chuckled. "That's because of his boyish good looks." He told her. "Why? Do you not think it suits?"

Spencer cringed so hard he almost physically winced. He'd never cared if people thought he was attractive because most of his time was focused on whether or not people thought his actions were abnormal.

"I think gorgeous boy fits better," Y/n answered, her eyes fixed on his reddening cheeks.

Spencer was so sure his heart was thumping loud enough both she and Morgan could hear it, only making him more embarrassed. Hearing women with a fraction of her beauty compliment him was not something that happened regularly, so for her to be saying that was nothing short of a miracle. It was almost too fun to watch him squirm.

Eventually, it had to end. "I should, uh, go, though. Isn't it a federal crime to waste FBI agents' time?" She joked, pulling away from Spencer.

"No, wait, you can't!" Spencer quickly blurted out, earning a surprised look from Morgan. "Y/n might have seen the unsub." He explained.

Morgan hummed because chuckling. "Mhm, sure, Reid." He clearly didn't think Spencer was being truthful.

Desperate to prove his point, a common occurrence, Spencer turned to Y/n. "What did he look like?" When she frowned, he explained. "The creepy guy."

"Uh, dirty blond, maybe 5'10, and he had this scar above his eyebrow." Y/n described, trying to remember what he looked like. Turning to Morgan, Spencer relished the feeling of being right. "What really made me uncomfortable was how fixed he was on my hair, plus he had the crazy eyes."

"Damn, you've just always got to be right, Reid, don't you?" Morgan observed, shaking his head. "Walk her home, and I'll call Hotch. There's no way he could have dodged all these cameras." He informed both of them, getting out of his seat and pulling out his phone. He turned back to look at them. "It was nice to meet you, sweetheart." She could tell he was a flirt, which was amusing when Spencer was so just too stunning for Y/n's attention to be on anyone else.

When Spencer looked back at Y/n, she had a prominent frown on her expression. "How were you right?" She questioned, suddenly interested in criminal psychology.

"I'll walk you home and tell you." Spencer offered, knowing what would happen as soon as she was out of his sight. He'd seen the crime scene photos, and no one deserved that, but it would be much harder if it was someone he knew, someone he knew he could have saved.

Y/n agreed when she saw the grave expression on his face, letting him guide her out of the bar. Even as she walked, she looked elegant. Outside, it was just as dark as it was cold. Spencer quickly shrugged off his cardigan, placing it gently around her shoulders.

It smelt exactly like him, but Y/n knew she couldn't wear it. "I can't take it, but, seriously, thank you."

"Adults actually get between two and four colds and can't stand the fact I could be responsible for up to 50% of your yearly infection." Spencer kept it around her shoulder quickly.

She just shook her head with a giggle, slipping her arms into Spencer's clothing. "You're honestly too cute." She told him.

Spencer was sure the blush on his cheeks wasn't just from how cold it was. He froze up when she complimented him. "Uh, t-thanks." He said in such a high pitch that it sounded like a question.

"You're so welcome," Y/n replied with a grin. "Now, tell me all the FBI secrets. Unless, maybe, you just wanted to walk me home?" She teased, knowing his reaction wasn't going to be standard.

It delivered. "N-no, I promise that wasn't it." He spat out. "Not that you're, uh, not very pretty." He was really fumbling for words, beat red as he tried not to make her uncomfortable. In truth, he was already second-guessing everything he'd said to her, and it was torturous. "I just mean, you are, uh, really beautiful." He paused to slow himself with an awkward laugh. "Which is why the unsub would have hit you over the head once you were alone." He hated that his default reaction was to state facts in such an unexpressive tone.

"Gruesome," Y/n commented, screwing up her face. She leaned in closer to him, feeling the heat coming off his body. "So, you know, that makes you my hero?"

Spencer couldn't shake his head fast enough. "I'm really not."

"You saved my life tonight." Y/n reminded him of what he'd said. He thought about arguing, but he could imagine seeing her face on the crime scene photos.

"So your team is off to catch the guy now?" Y/n asked, glancing downward when she realized how close their hands were, almost brushing together as they walked.

Spencer nodded. "Morgan would have called Garcia, who would run her facial recognition software on the video, sent us an address, and we'd go arrest him." He recounted the familiar process.

"Seems like it's this Garcia who does most of the work." She noted playfully.

"Everyone thinks I'm the smart one, but I think they're wrong." Spencer agreed, thinking about the one member of their team still at Quantico.

"Why do they think that?" Y/n asked, earning a frown from Spencer who didn't understand her question. "That you're the smart one."

He knew his slip of words would make him seem egotistical if he had to explain it. "I, uh, h-have three P.h.Ds." He admitted, cringing as he spoke.

It was not the answer she was anticipating, probably, because it didn't seem humanly possible. "Wow, that's impressive." She acknowledged, her footsteps stilling when she reached her apartment. "Um, this is it." Why her apartment wasn't a four-hour walk, she didn't know, but she wished he didn't have to go. "Do you want this back?" She asked, ready to take his cardigan off her shoulders despite how warm it was.

It was his absolute favorite but Spencer didn't hesitate to shake his head. "No, you can keep it... if you want." He quickly looked around the empty street, his eyes scanning for any danger. "Well, it was n-nice to meet you, and I'm glad you're safe."

"So, Doctor Reid, was this just a one-time thing... or do I get to see you again?" Y/n wondered, a little more shy. Could she get arrested for flirting with an on-duty FBI agent? If she could, it was a risk worth taking, even if there was a 0.01% chance of him saying yes.

Spencer fumbled with his pocket as he tried to find a card, making her giggle when he dropped them all over the ground. "I'd, um, really love to see you again." He stated, clearing his throat.

"Okay, so you should probably hand me that card then." Y/n joked, noticing how tightly he was holding the card he failed to give her. She was going to get that number if she had to tear it from his hand or call every Garcia and Morgan in the phone book until one of his colleagues answered.

He handed her the card, smiling awkwardly. At the worst time possible, his phone buzzed. "I've, uh, got to go, but you'll call, right?" He didn't want to seem too desperate.

"Of course." Y/n leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek which immediately made his cheek bright red and warm to the touch. "Thanks for being my hero."

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

the thighs have it

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Words: 745

Warnings: Thigh riding, dirty talk, cum eating, ring kink (I still don’t know if this is a thing)

Summary: You visit Dieter for a little fun.

A/N: I literally typed this up in less than an hour. It probably sucks but whatever lol.

[dieter masterlist]

“Dieter! Open up!” you said as you knocked on his door.

“Gimme a fucking minute,” he yelled back. As he made his way to the door, you could hear him trip over something. The door swung open, and he greeted you with a sly grin as he peeked over his sunglasses. “Hey, beautiful.” He leaned in for a kiss, but you brushed past him into the room.

“Are you ever not tweaking?” you asked.

“Hmm…when I’m sleeping,” he said. He walked up behind you and slapped your ass.

“I’m gonna break your hand,” you threatened.

“No, you’re not,” he chuckled as he sat back down and poured himself a drink. “Want some?”

You shrugged and sat beside him. “What makes you think I wouldn’t break your hand?”

“Because I wouldn’t be able to finger the fuck outta you the way you like,” he said, winking at you.

“You have another hand.”

“Yeah, but you like the one with the rings most, don’t you?” He leaned in and bit your neck, growling playfully as he did. You giggled and pushed him away.

“You’re a pervert, Dieter Bravo.”

“Takes one to know one, baby.” He finished his drink and sat back, his hideous faux fur robe falling open. You poked his tummy, and he laughed. “Stop it.”

“Aww, poor, ticklish Dieter.” You poked him again before dragging your fingers along his tummy.

“Wanna move a little lower for me?” he asked, watching your hand.

“Hmm…I dunno.” You finished your drink and stood up to take your pants off. You straddled him, and he smiled excitedly.

“Oh, is this what we’re doing tonight?” He squeezed your ass and pulled you against him. You could feel him getting hard already.

“Nuh-uh…” You moved so that you were only straddling one of his thighs.

“Come on. Don’t tease.” He slid his hand between your legs and rubbed you over your panties. You slapped his hand away, and he pouted. “What the fuck?”

“Just watch, Dieter. Watch me.” You began moving against his thigh. “Wanna help me?” you asked, and he nodded before throwing his sunglasses and putting his hands on your hips.

“Thigh riding…fucking hot,” he said, looking down at where you were grinding against his thigh. He moved one hand and pulled your panties aside so that your pussy was directly on his thigh.

“Shit…” you moaned.

“Dieter knows what you need, baby.” He nipped at your jaw. You grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

“Touch yourself,” you told him. You continued riding his thigh as he fumbled with his grey boxers, finally getting his cock out. Your mouth watered at the sight of it.

“Help me out?”

You knew what he meant. You stopped riding his thigh for a moment to spit on his dick.

“Ah, good fucking girl.” He used your spit to stroke himself. “Gonna cum on my thigh, huh?”

You began moving again as you nodded to answer his question.

“Well, if you’re gonna cum on my thigh, I’m gonna cum on yours.” He smirked and stroked himself in time with your grinding.

“Pervert,” you whispered, and he chuckled. You moaned as you leaned back and rode his thigh faster. Dieter took the opportunity to savor the trail of wetness you were leaving on his thigh. You watched him stroke himself with his ring hand, which he knew you loved.

“I see you watching,” he teased.

“It’s gonna make me cum,” you told him, and he groaned. “Faster.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He stroked faster, and you moved in time with him. You reached down to spread your lips a little more for more friction on your clit.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Your legs trembled and squeezed around his thigh as you came.

“Yes, baby, that’s what I’m talking about.” He looked at you in awe as you brought your fingers to your mouth to taste.

“Fuck,” he said quietly, then looked down at himself. “Spit on it again.” When you did, he stroked faster, his hips moving in circles. “Oh shit!” He repeatedly grunted as he came all over your thigh and his hand.

“How was that?” you asked, and he could only smile weakly.

“Here.” He held his messy hand out to you, and you licked it clean, rings and all. “Mmmm,” he hummed.

You rested against him. “I need a drink,” you said.

“I got plenty, baby. Wanna stay?” he asked.

“Mmhmm.” You nodded against his shoulder.

“Good.”