#yes su drives with his eyes closed

[rivercloudss]

modern au kevsu ft. griseo (it probably happened in canon too)

[lemonlover1110]

Pairing: Sukuna x f!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Sukuna would never admit that he loves his nephew.

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Sukuna doesn’t understand why you love the stinking brat so much. Every time Jin asks you to babysit, you say yes without hesitation. Jin doesn’t even bother to ask Sukuna either, he goes straight to you because he knows you won’t say no. Jin knows his twin brother a little too well because Sukuna would reject the idea quickly.

You, on the other hand…

“Do you want more mango, Yuji?” You put on a baby voice for Yuji, who stares at you with wide eyes. Sukuna watches from the couch, rolling his eyes. The little fatass can’t even say dada but he sure can say yes to more mango. You better not get the stupid idea of having one of your own anytime soon. “Sukuna, can you hold on to him while I get him more mango.”

He doesn’t know how you got in front of him so fast but within a blink you’re shoving the drooling baby in his face. Yuji smiles, showing off his tiny teeth to his uncle. It makes Sukuna roll his eyes as he takes the baby from your hands. Yuji’s cute sometimes… He guesses. 

Yuji’s sticky hands go straight to Sukuna’s face, and he groans. He yells, “Ew! Why didn’t you wipe his hands? They’re so gross.” 

Sukuna stands up and goes to the kitchen to wash Yuji’s hands. Yuji giggles as Sukuna puts his tiny hands under the water, and it’s cute. Sukuna doesn’t like the baby at all but he’s cute sometimes. Not like he’ll ever let it be known. That’s where you’re different because you don’t miss a breath before commenting, “He’s the cutest.”

“He’s drying his hands by shoving them in his mouth.” Sukuna says, taking Yuji’s hands out of his mouth. It earns a cry from the baby, and this is what drives Sukuna mad. You tell a baby not to do something that’ll probably kill them, and they’ll cry.

“What do you have against him? He’s so cute.” You say, and he grimaces as he stares at Yuji. There’s no point in arguing with you because you won’t listen. He sees that you’re done cutting up the mango, so he shoves the baby back into your arms.

“Have him back.” Sukuna will hide his adoration for the baby as hard as he can, even when there’s a spark in Yuji’s eyes when looking at Sukuna. Maybe he puts on a baby voice when you’re not around, and he starts to play peek-a-boo with the baby. He’s the tough uncle now that you’re around though.

“He loves you so much, Suku. Look at him, reaching out to you.” You point out, and Sukuna looks away as baby Yuji opens and closes his little fists. Tears are welling up in the baby’s eyes, because while he loves his aunt, he much prefers his uncle to hold him.

“Keep him. Sticky fingers.” Sukuna scoffs, and he begins to walk away but he hears something that makes him stop in his tracks.

“Su–” The baby is trying to say his name, and even though it’s just the first syllable, Sukuna takes it as his whole name. Fine, he fucking loves the stupid brat. 

“Fine, since you want me to hold the baby so badly, I’ll take him.” Sukuna snatches Yuji out of your hands. He’s suppressing a smile as he looks at his nephew. Yuji’s tears dry up and his pout is replaced with a smile. Crocodile tears, Sukuna can’t help but feel proud.

“I see it– You love him so much.” You point out, and Sukuna rolls his eyes as he walks away with the baby. 

“Don’t even get an idea of having your own, because I’m not giving you one.” Sukuna warns you, and you smirk before saying,

“I’ll just find someone who’ll give me one… Your twin is single, wonder if he’ll help me.” Which makes Sukuna nearly drop the baby. Sukuna puts Yuji down in the high chair before taking off his shirt.

“Give him the mango and meet me in the bedroom, I’ve changed my mind.” He says, and you chuckle. 

“Put it back on, idiot. You’re feeding him.” You tell him, walking over to him to hand him the bowl with the cut up fruit. Sukuna glares at the baby, but his eyes soften the longer he stares at Yuji's wide eyes and smile.

He loves the little cockblocker. 

[straykids-2001]

Could you please make a Dom!female!readerxmin-su (player 125) who has a mommy kink? You don't have to if you dont want to

Mommy??

Warning ⚠️, mommy kink, dom reader, sub min su, talk about roleplay, talk about breading knik, blow job, hand job, watching min su masturbate, begging, I guess some fluff at the end, mention of daddy kink but not used,soft dom reader

Y/N had gotten home not too long ago. I was a bit sleepy. I walked to mine and min su shared room but stopped, when I heard whimpers and moans, peaking in through the creaked door, my eyes widened slightly as I show min su masturbating.

Min su didn't notice you watching. He kept going faster, my back arched off the bed as he moaned out your name, his other hand holding onto the bedsheets.

I bit my lip and tilted my head, watching him, making sure to be quiet so he didn't know I was there.

"Mommy fuck please." Min su moaned loudly, his hips buckling and he grabbed the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding the sheets

He gasped and arched his back, his hand working quickly. He whined your name, "Mommy~"

I gently pushed the door open and walked in, closing it behind me, walking over to the bed and sitting on the bed. "Min su?'

He blushed and covered his face, hiding under the covers completely. He was clearly embarrassed to be caught.

"You have a mommy kink?... Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, moving closer to him, sitting my hand on his bare thigh. He whined and moved his hand away from his face, looking at you with pleading eyes. He was a complete mess. "I-I didn't want to freak you out..."

I gently moved the covers and scotted closer to the smaller boy, grabbing his cock, and slowly jerking him "I won't have been freaked out my love." I cooed out softly, watching him with a small smile.

He whined again, the feeling of your hand on him making him arch his back more. He whimpered and squirmed under your touch* "Mommy~!"

He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe that you were ok with this, that you weren't jerking him about what he likes, He bit his lip and moaned, his eyes rolling back as you moved your hand faster, he was a complete mess of moans and whimpers, your touch was driving him insane

"So you just been faking, huh? When we were in bed that you wanted me to call you daddy?" I asked him lowly.

He let out a shaky breath and nodded, he couldn't even speak, he was a panting mess "Y-yes~ I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, I didn't want you to be disgusted with me.."

I bit my lip and spat on his tip, rubbing it in. "You look so much cuter like this." I muttered, taking him in my mouth, groaning around his shift.

*He let out a high pitched moan as you took him in your mouth, his hips bucking up slightly, he gripped the sheets again, his eyes closed tightly, tears brimming in them* "A-ah! Mommy~"

I hummed and bobbed my head up and down, grabbing onto his thighs, He continued to whine and whimper, his thighs quivering as you gripped them, his head was spinning with pleasure, his body twitching"M-more, mommy please~!"

I pulled back and leaned up, kissing his soft lips, I held his dick in my hand, rubbing up and down slowly

He moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly, his hips trying to buck up into your hand. He was getting desperate for more. "Please.. I'm so close~"

"So much more into this." I moaned against his lips, squeezing his balls gently, I glanced down and rubbed my thumb over the precum lesling from his tip

He moaned loudly, his hips stuttering as you squeezed his balls, his eyes rolled back again and he whimpered "Please let me cum mommy.. Please, I need to cum.."

"Cum, my love, cum for mommy." I whispered in his esr softly, moving my hand faster, He let out a choked moan as he came, his body tensing up and his hips bucking, he whimpered as he rode out his high, looking up at you with teary eyes

I gently wiped the tears with my clean hand and got up, grabbing and rug and going to wet it, I came bsck and cleaned him up

He was still trying to catch his breath, his body was trembling slightly, he was a bit overstimulated but he didn't say anything, he just laid there and let you clean him up

I slid on some shorts for him and laid down, spooning him, holding him tightly against me. "You could have told me I won't have judged you, you know, right?" I whispered, rubbing his stomach.

He cuddled against you, resting his head on your chest. He nodded softly and mumbled a small 'I know. "I was just so scared that you'd think I was weird.."

"Do you have any other kinkd I don't know about?" I asked, running my fingers through hid hair gently, He blushed a deep shade of red and nodded again. His voice was soft and a bit embarrassed.

"I have one other.."I hummed and licked my lips "Yeah what is it?" I asked with a smile, looking down at him. He hesitated for a moment, burying his face into your chest, his face completely red. "Promise you won't laugh..?"

I nodded and tilted my head, waiting for him to speak, He took a deep breath before whispering it. "I have a breeding kink.."

I bit my lip and hummed "Wait so like you want me to breed you.... or do you want to breed me?"

He blushed even more. He was a blushing mess at this point. He hid his face completely in your chest now. He was too embarrassed to speak.

"Come on, tell me. and I tell you about one I have." I muttered, pulling him closer to me, tugging his hair softly, He let out a soft whimper as you tugged his hair, he took a shaky breath before speaking up "I want you to breed me, I want you to fill me up with your cum.."

"Maybe I can order a strap with fake cum and well try it yeah?" I smiled at him, kiss him on his lips

His eyes widened a bit, his cheeks were a deep red, and he was completely flustered. He slowly nodded, looking up at you. "I-I'd like that a lot.."

"Ok, and I have a roleplay kink, I like to roleplay, a lot." I told him and chuckled, covering my face a bit in embarrassment

He smiled and moved your hand away from your face, giggling a bit. "Really? That's actually pretty hot.."

"Maybe when I breed you, we can roleplay, maybe cop and bad guy?" I suggested and cuddled him, He blushed at the thought, biting his lip as he nodded again."Yeah, that'd be fun.. And hot~"

"Ok, sleep now." I whispered, tighting my grip on his waist. He nodded and yawned, cuddling up against you. He was already starting to fall asleep, and he mumbled a small 'I love you' before drifting off.

My eyes softened, and I smiled, pushing my face in his neck. "I love you to so much more than you know." I whispered against him, closing my eyes and difting off to sleep

He let out a soft hum as you spoke. He felt warm and safe in your arms. He slept peacefully through the night, holding onto you tightly,

Got a bit lazy. Sorry 😞, I hope you like it still though, you guys can request from different shows if you like, my request are open right now, so yeah 😀

I'm going to be putting more stray kids stuff out, too

BYE 👋

[coolemmasulivan2]

Lightweight

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

Summary: After celebrating Women’s Day with your friends, you get a little tipsy and call Pedri for a ride home.

Word count: 1951

Y si me preguntan, diré que Una pelinegra me tiene enviciado Por ella, pongo mi mundo a sus pies Es que ese culo me tiene hoockeado

Pedri was lying on the sofa, watching TV with his brother, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and smiled as soon as he saw your name on the screen.

"Hola, guapa!" Pedri said, a smile in his voice. (Hello, beautiful!)

From the other side of the line, he heard you giggle. "Hola, mi amor." Your voice was soft, a little slower than usual, and he could tell right away, you had been drinking. (Hello, my love.)

"¿Estás bien?" He asked. (Are you okay?)

"I drank a little." You admitted.

"Ya lo sé!" he chuckled. "Do you need me to pick you up?" (I can tell!)

"¡Por favor!" (Please!)

"I'm leaving now. Stay where you are, okay?" He heard you agree from the other side and then hung up.

Fer looked at his brother. "She's drunk?"

Pedri stood up and grabbed his sneakers, slipping them on. "Yeah! She went out to dinner with her friends to celebrate Women's Day. I guess they had a few drinks."

He ran upstairs to grab his hoodie before heading back down, where his brother had already claimed his spot on the sofa. Pedri grabbed his car keys, and walked out the door.

Pedri drove through the quiet streets of Barcelona, the city lights flickering past as he made his way to the restaurant where you and your friends had been celebrating. He could already picture you, cheeks flushed from the drinks, eyes shining with happiness, probably giggling over something silly. The thought made him smile.

When he pulled up outside, he spotted you immediately. You were standing near the entrance with a few of your friends, swaying slightly as you laughed at something one of them said. The moment your eyes landed on his car, your entire face lit up.

"Pedro!" You squealed, waving at him as if he hadn't already seen you.

You always called him that in public. Pedri was the name that made heads turn, the name that fans recognized instantly. But Pedro? That was just him, not the football star. While the rest of the world chanted Pedri, you were happy keeping Pedro just for yourself.

Your friends giggled, exchanging amused looks. "She's all yours." One of them teased as he approached them.

"¡Viniste!" You said, hugging him. (You came!)

Pedri chuckled as he hugged you back. "Come on, guapa." He said, opening the car door and helping you inside. He closed the door and looked at your friends. "Do you girls need a ride home?"

"No need! I already called my partner."

Pedri said his goodbyes and walked toward his side. He put the seatbelt around your body and once you were buckled in, you turned to him, eyes shining. "Gracias, mi amor." You murmured, squeezing his hand.

He kissed your knuckles softly. "Did you have fun?"

"Sí!" You said, grinning. "We ate so much, and then we had cocktails because, you know, Women's Day! We deserved it!"

Pedri smiled as he pulled away from the restaurant. "Of course you did, guapa. You're such a lightweight."

You gasped, placing a dramatic hand on your chest. "¿Perdón? I am not a lightweight!" (Excuse me?)

Pedri laughed, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, not-a-lightweight."

A few minutes into the drive, you suddenly gasped.

"Pedri?"

He glanced at you, amused. "¿Qué?" (What?)

"I'm starving."

He laughed. "Didn't you just eat?"

"Yes, but that was hours ago!" You whined. "And alcohol makes me hungry!"

Pedri sighed playfully. "¿Entonces, qué quieres?" (So, what do you want?)

You thought for a moment, then gasped again. "¡Papas fritas!" (Fries!)

He shook his head with a smile. "Alright, drive-thru it is."

"You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that?" You murmured.

Pedri smirked. "I know. But tell me again in the morning."

With a bag of fries in your lap and a milkshake in your hand, you were perfectly content as Pedri pulled into his driveway. But the moment you realized where you were, your happy daze faded, replaced by instant panic.

"Espera… espera, no, Pedri, ¿por qué me trajiste aquí? I can't go in like this!" You whisper-shouted, sitting up straight. (Wait-- wait, no, Pedri, why did you bring me here?)

Pedri parked the car and turned to you, amused. "¿Por qué no? It's not like you're a stranger." (Why not?)

"¡Pero tus padres!" You stressed, eyes wide. "What if they see me like this? They'll think I'm irresponsible! Or a mess! Or--" (But your parents!)

Pedri shook his head, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Relájate, amor. No están en casa." (Relax, amor. They're not home.)

You blinked. "What?"

"They went back to Tenerife for a week." He explained with a small smile. "It's just me and Fer."

You let out a breath of relief, sinking back into the seat. "Oh, thank god."

Pedri laughed, getting out of the car to help you. "Come on, let's get you inside before you start overthinking again."

You pouted but let him take your hand, letting him guide you up to the house, fries still in your other hand. "I wasn't overthinking…" You mumbled.

Pedri smirked. "Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

As Pedri unlocked the front door, you stepped inside and immediately spotted Fer lounging on the sofa, eyes glued to the TV. The second you saw him, a wide grin spread across your face.

"FERRRR!" You squealed, abandoning Pedri as you rushed over to his brother.

Fer barely had time to react before you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He let out a surprised laugh, patting your back. "¡Hey, hey, cálmate!" (Hey, hey, take it easy!)

"You're my favourite brother-in-law." You mumbled against his shoulder.

"I'm the only one you have!" Fer chuckled, glancing at Pedri, who was standing nearby watching you two. "She's really drunk, isn't she?"

"¡Completamente!" Pedri confirmed, tossing his car keys onto the counter. (Completely!)

Fer pulled back, looking down at you with a teasing smile. "You really shouldn't drink."

"Why not?"

"Because you can't handle the alchool."

Pedri leaned down, poking your cheek. "Come on, lightweight, let's go to bed before you start getting affectionate over the pillows too."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I hate you."

He smirked, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. "No, you don't."

"You're right. You're too pretty to hate." You sighed dramatically. "It's so unfair how handsome you are. I should sue."

"I'd like to see you try." He teases.

Fer groaned. "Okay, that's my cue to go to bed."

Pedri laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist as he guided you toward the stairs.

"Buenas noches, Fer." (Goodnight)

"Buenas noches, lightweight." Fer called after you, making you groan as Pedri led you upstairs.

As soon as you stepped into Pedri's room, you let out a tired sigh and flopped down onto his bed, your body sinking into the familiar softness.

"Your bed is so comfy." You mumbled, stretching like a cat. "Igual que tú." You smirked to him. (Just like you.)

Pedri chuckled, kicking the door shut behind him. "Yeah? Well, you're not sleeping with makeup on, are you?"

With a dramatic sigh, you pushed yourself up, letting Pedri kneel in front of you with a pack of makeup wipes in hand, something you had left behind. He took one out and gently pressed it against your cheek, his touch soft as he wiped away the foundation.

"You take better care of me than I do." You murmured, watching him through sleepy eyes.

"Porque te amo." He continued his slow, careful work, wiping away the mascara and lipstick until your face was fresh and clean. "There! Much better." (Because I love you)

You gave him a sleepy smile. "Gracias, mi amor." (Thank you my love)

"Not done yet." He teased, reaching for the hem of your dress. "Arms up."

You blinked, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "Pedri…" You drawled, raising an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes, already knowing where your drunk mind was going. "Guapa, don't start."

You giggled, tilting your head. "You just had to get me out of my dress, huh?"

Pedri let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, because you can't sleep in that thing. Now, arms up."

Still grinning, you lifted your arms, letting him pull the dress over your head. He tossed it aside and reached for one of his oversized T-shirts, slipping it over you quickly, keeping himself in control and ignoring your nakedness.

"There!" He said, kissing the tip of your nose. "Now you can sleep."

You giggled, snuggling into the shirt that smelled like him. "I love your T-shirts."

"I know." He said smugly, pulling back the covers. "Now get in bed before you start flirting with me again."

You wiggled your eyebrows. "Too late."

Pedri groaned, but the smile on his face gave him away. "Go to sleep, amor." He said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You sighed happily as you slid under the blankets. "¿Y tú?" (What about you?)

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I'm just going to take a quick shower, then I'll join you."

But before he could move, you grabbed his arm, pulling him closer with a whiny tone. "¡No! No me dejes sola." You protested, your voice slightly slurred. (No! Don't leave me alone.)

Pedri chuckled, amused by how stubborn you could be even when drunk. "It's just a shower, I'll be right back."

You shook your head, tugging him down so your faces were inches apart. "No!" You insisted, your eyes locking with his. "Either I take a shower with you, or you take it in the morning. But I'm not staying here by myself."

He laughed, clearly amused by your determination. "You're impossible, you know that?" He takes off his clothes and lays down next to you. "Go to sleep, amor. I'm right here."

You nodded contentedly, snuggling closer to him. "Te amo." (I love you.)

He kissed the top of your head. "Yo también te amo." He murmured, wrapping his arms around you. (Love you too.)

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains. You stretched lazily, your body still wrapped in the warmth of the blankets and Pedri's arms. His face was buried in your hair, breathing softly. Your head was pouding but you couldn't help feeling content and peaceful, but then you noticed something.

Pedri's phone was buzzing loudly on the nightstand, the alarm going off like a siren. He stirred next to you, groaning in his sleep, but when the alarm went off again, his eyes snapped open.

"¡Mierda!" He muttered, sitting up quickly. (Shit!)

"¿Qué pasa?" (What's wrong?)

He rubbed his face, looking at the time and his phone screen. "I'm late for training!" He scrambled out of bed, running his hand through his hair. You sat up, watching him move around the room, clearly in a rush. "I need to shower really quickly."

You smirked, a grin tugging at your lips. "I can shower with you, make it extra fast."

"No!" He said quickly, shaking his head. "If we shower together, you'll make me even more late."

You pouted, kneeling on the bed. "I won't! I promise."

He looked at you with a pleading expression. "I love you, but I'm not risking being late because you're too distracting."

You raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "Distracting? Me?"

Pedri sighed and grabbed a towel. "Yes! Now, you stay here, and I'll shower fast. I'll make it up to you later, okay?"

Before he could pull away, you leaned in and caught his lips in a soft kiss. He froze for a moment, then smiled against your lips.

"You better, Pedro!"

[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART TWENTY SIX

summary: one year later, life with thanos was everything—chaotic, passionate, and full of love.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x reader

warnings: smut, swearing, shower sex

bad investment masterlist

a/n: i can’t believe it over 😭 thank you for reading!

One Year Later

Life with Thanos had only gotten better. A year in, and your world was still filled with chaotic laughter, late-night adventures, and the kind of love that burned bright and reckless. His apartment—your apartment now—was truly a home, a place where warmth and comfort lived in the form of shared meals, tangled limbs in bed, and stolen kisses in the quiet moments between the madness.

You had built a life together, one neither of you had expected but both of you had needed.

Thanos was still the same infuriating, flirty, no-filter bastard you had fallen for, but he was yours. And you were his.

And he made damn sure you never forgot it.

The night had been long—one of those evenings where drinks flowed too easily, where laughter echoed through dimly lit bars, where Thanos had kept a possessive hand on your waist the entire time, daring anyone to look at you the wrong way. You were drunk on more than just the alcohol—you were drunk on him, on the way his eyes stayed locked on you like you were the only thing in the room worth seeing.

By the time you stumbled home, clothes were already being tugged off before the door even clicked shut.

“Needy, huh?” you teased, your back hitting the bathroom door as Thanos caged you in, his hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your throat.

“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, lips curving into a smirk as he kissed you hard, hands roaming, tugging your dress up over your hips. “You’ve been teasing me all night. I should make you beg for it.”

You exhaled a laugh, tilting your head to let him suck a bruise onto your neck. “Yeah?” you hummed, reaching down to palm him through his jeans, feeling the hard outline of his cock twitch against your touch. “You sure you wanna play that game?”

Thanos groaned, pushing you back into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him. “You’re such a fucking brat,” he muttered, his hands already working on his belt.

“You love it.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, voice thick with lust. “I fucking do.”

The two of you barely made it into the shower, the steam fogging up the glass as Thanos pressed you against the cool tile, his body hot against yours. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, your ass, sliding between your legs, fingers teasing through your slick folds.

“Always so wet for me,” he groaned, dragging his fingers through your heat, his touch just barely enough to drive you insane. “Bet you were soaked all night, huh? Sitting on my lap, acting all innocent while you were dripping for me.”

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, but Thanos wasn’t having it. He caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to make you meet his gaze.

“Say it.” His voice was low, commanding. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

You narrowed your eyes, just to be difficult, but the second he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right, your resolve shattered.

“Fuck—yes,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “I wanted you all night. I always want you.”

Thanos groaned, crashing his lips against yours as he added a second finger, fucking them into you at a maddening pace. His free hand gripped your thigh, lifting your leg to hook around his waist, opening you up for him. The water cascaded down your bodies, making everything slick, but you barely noticed—you were too caught up in him, in the way his fingers curled inside you, in the way his mouth trailed down your neck, teeth scraping against sensitive skin.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured against your collarbone, his fingers fucking into you faster, his thumb circling your clit just enough to make your legs shake. “Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna let me feel you fall apart?”

You were so close, body tensing, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach—

And then he pulled his fingers away.

“Su-Bong—” you whined, glaring at him as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

He just grinned, lining himself up and teasing the head of his cock against your entrance. “Relax, princess,” he murmured, gripping your waist. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need.”

And then he thrust into you, bottoming out in one hard stroke that had your head falling back against the tile.

“Fuck—” you gasped, nails raking down his back as he started to move, slow and deep at first, making you feel every inch of him stretching you open.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” Thanos groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Always so fucking perfect for me.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bathroom, mixing with your breathless moans, with Thanos’ deep, guttural groans. The shower water ran hot, steam curling around you, but all you could feel was him—his cock filling you over and over, his hands gripping you like he never wanted to let go.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered against your lips, each thrust pushing you harder against the wall. “So good, baby. Tell me who you belong to.”

You gasped as he hit just right, pleasure sparking through you like electricity. “You,” you panted, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m yours, Su-bong.”

That was all he needed.

With a growl, he fucked into you harder, faster, his rhythm brutal and unrelenting. His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Wanna feel you squeeze me.”

And you did—your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave as you came around him, legs shaking, nails digging into his skin.

Thanos groaned, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts grew erratic. “Fuck—gonna fill you up, baby. You want that?”

You barely had time to nod before he was spilling inside you, hips stuttering as he groaned your name, pressing you tighter against him as if he could somehow sink even deeper.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the bathroom were your ragged breaths, the water still raining down around you.

Then Thanos pulled back just enough to look at you, his fingers brushing damp hair from your face. His usual cocky smirk was nowhere to be found—just a softness in his eyes, something deep and raw.

“I love you,” he murmured, voice still rough but gentle. “So fucking much.”

You smiled, cupping his face, thumb tracing his cheek. “I love you too.”

And you meant it.

Because through all the chaos, through every drunken adventure, every fight, every reckless decision—he was it for you.

He was home.

The end

[whimsical-musingss]

kitchen-c.b.

cursing you solves all my problems

vacationing in rock bottom, back again

so hard to do the right thing.

in which you pull Carm from rock bottom after a tough shift.

warnings: Carm has some darkness in his head, lots of fluff and domestic shit. 🤭 unedited but WHATEVER. I’m too lazy for that.

Carm Berzatto x f reader

“It’s fine, Syd, of course it is,” you say, your voice firm. “Please, go be with your dad. I can close up here.”

Syd narrows her eyes in thought and frustration, knowing that if she stayed then closing will get done faster. “Syd, it’s a no brainer. Take the time to be with him,” you interrupt her thoughts, and she slowly nods. “You sure?” She asks again.

“Yes. Please, go, go on,” you shoo her away from the stations, past Richie, who’s finishing up his work, and out the doors that leads into the dining room. Her father sits in a booth, happily waiting. “I owe you one,” Syd says, but you stop her. “You don’t owe me anything,” you smile. “See you tomorrow.”

Richie passes you as you go back into the kitchen, an unlit cigarette in between his teeth. “See ya tomorrow, peanut. Hey, listen, tell cousin to leave my shit be, yeah? He always fucks up my station, says it’s too messy, but that’s how I roll, ‘kay?” He rambles, his cigarette jumping up and down in his mouth as he talks.

“Yeah, yeah, I can try, but no promises,” you shrug. “See you later. Please drive carefully.”

“You know I won’t,” he mutters as he leaves.

The hum of the refrigerators, the distant sound of scrubbing, and the occasional splash of water is all that you hear now. You turn the corner past Marcus’ station to see Carm, on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. There must be a spot that you can’t see from where you’re standing because he’s obsessing over one specific spot in the tile.

“Everyone’s closed up for the night. You’ve got to be almost done, yeah?”

Your voice snaps him out of wherever he was in his head. “Yeah, yeah, almost,” he mutters, the muscles in his back flexing as he sits up to be on his knees.

“Where’d you go?” You ask, voice soft, as soft as your fingers as they trace his jawbone. He lets out a sigh through his nose, shoulders shrugging. “Dunno, just away,” he mutters, his rag forgotten on the floor.

“Do you need space, Bear?” Your voice could lull him into a deep sleep, he knows this, it’s so peaceful and blocks off the shit in his head. “No, no, baby,” he leans into your touch, his own hands, albeit damp, glide up to hold onto your thighs, as if they’re anchoring him down. “Missed you.”

“Me, too,” you let out a sigh of your own. “Can I help you here? Then we can go home, I can make you something to eat, for a change…”

“Yeah, honey. Just give me a minute,” his voice is gravelly, muffled as he lays his head on your thighs, his arms wrapped around you. Your fingers find his scalp, running through his hair. His breathing slows as he finds his footing, thumbs rubbing circles on your pants.

“I’m here,” you whisper, and he squeezes you gratefully.

“I’m done with the floor,” he says, and you nod, noticing that there was no spot on the floor, no stain, no imperfection. You’re glad he realized that himself. “Okay, Bear. Let’s get home and I can make something? What are you feeling?” His grip eases as he backs away, his hair disheveled from your fingers. He grabs the bucket full of dirty water and the rag. “I can make something for you, sweet girl,” he stands, and you can hear his joints popping. “Just say the word.”

“No, no, Carmy, I’ll make you something. I offered first. Besides, you’re always making me something, I feel bad…,” you trail off. His eyes crinkle as he smiles slightly. “Alright, alright, you got me,” he says, and you follow him as he dumps the water, and back to his office, where your coats are. He helps you into your own down jacket, and hands you your purse. He slides his own on as you zip up. “Okay, what do you want to eat?” You ask again.

“Surprise me?” Carm tilts his head, questioning you.

“Hm, sure. It’ll knock your socks off,” you grin, following him out the restaurant. You watch as his thick fingers lock the door, and then he shoves them in his jacket pockets.

“Really? All f’me?” He lets you loop your arm through his as you begin your commute home. “Yes, anything for you, Bear,” you say absentmindedly, but it’s comments like those that get Carm all flustered.

“No guesses. But I’ll give you a hint,” you continue, unaware of his flushed face. “It’s one of your favorites.”

“Oh, I think I know, baby,” he lets out a huff of laughter.

“Hush, no you don’t!” You hide your smile in your coat.

You take the L, and after a transfer and a short, cold walk, you find yourselves at your apartment. Carm likes your place more than his, and he even mentioned it to you when you were in bed, noting how quiet it is, how soft your bed is. He lives by the L, so you’re not surprised, and you let him slowly move into your own place. You don’t mind at all. His presence was comforting, his hold on you something you never knew you needed.

He watches you unlock the door, then takes two steps at a time to get to your apartment. He was more eager to get home than you were, as you trudge up the stairs, rifling through your keys to get the correct one out. “Jeez, you must be pretty damn excited for my dinner,” you smile at him teasingly as you unlock the second door.

After you both settle in, Carm sits down on your bar stool, watching you get set up at the stove. A pot, water, and then you tell him to close his eyes for the last part.

“Ta-da!” You flourish, and when he opens his eyes, he has to hold back a shit-eating grin.

“Damn, pretty lady, treating me so well,” he says between laughs.

“I know,” you say as you rip the top off of the Kraft Mac and cheese. “It’s my specialty, and you love my twist on it.”

“Yeah, dunno why I do,” he confesses, and you feign offense.

You let the noodles boil, occasionally stirring. That’s the way it was on nights after a long shift. Easy meals in a box. But Carm especially loved your Mac and cheese, because you put a spin on it and add a splash of cream, milk, and butter. The powdered cheese with extra shredded cheese. Oh, so bad for you, but he couldn’t help but love it. He watches you cook up your concoction, tongue between your teeth as you work. He finds it attractive, plus other small habits you have that he picked up on.

“Here you go, Bear,” you set a bowl in front of him. “Enjoy, it’s on the house.”

“Really, all free?” He asks as you take a seat beside him, your knee nudging his. You notice his shoulders aren’t as tense, his hands aren’t in fists, instead one hand is on the back of your neck. “Jesus, you spoil me.”

You give him a small kiss on his cheek, and you feel some stubble there. “Mhm,” you smile. “Now eat, before it gets cold.”

“Wait, hold on,” he says, his hand not leaving the back of your neck. It’s habit, he always finds himself reaching for you in that particular spot. “Just wanna say thanks.”

“No need for that,” you wave your fork in dismissal. “You’d do it for me.”

His fingers trace your neck, and you’re close to melting. “Yeah. But still. I love you.” Words were hard for him, you knew, but that was enough.

“I love you, Bear. Now please eat my specialty before it gets clumpy.”

“Clumpy…?”

[anjelicawrites]

I was playing with the idea of Simon and Ghost being to separate identities *and* domestic Simon, this happened. Tbh I have no idea of what this is, it could evolve in some sort of domestic team 141 thing.

You were supposed to start annual leave four night shifts ago, right in time for Simon's return from deployment, instead you're dead on your feet, have tried to use your badge to open the car door, have input the pass code for the ward to enter your building, and you're now staring owlishly at Simon, surgical mask still on his face, warm cup of tea ready for you.

Suggestive themes, 18 + only please!

"Why are you here? It's not visitor's time yet." "You're at home, dove."

You stare at him, look at yourself in your normal clothes, stare at him again, and then sigh.

"Bad night?"

You drop in his warm embrace, snuggling his chest for warmth and comfort.

"Make it four. I'm so tired I only want to sleep, but I need to shower first. Do you think I can do both at the same time?"

Under the mask Simon smiles.

"You can try, dove. Come on."

He turns you gently, his big hands light on your shoulders guide you towards the bathroom; you shuffle a little, your feet achy and sore. You're so tired you can't coordinate them and drink the tea Simon has, so lovingly, prepared you.

The bathroom is crammed. The whole apartment is as well, now that Simon basically lives here with you; you two are supposed to find a bigger place but, between his long deployments and you working in healthcare to atone for your sins, you two are still struck in this overpriced shoe box.

You sit on the water closet, sipping your tea, while Simon starts the shower and removes his hoodie.

"Are you joining me? Because I think I am too knackered for anything." "I'm not aiming for a repeat of last time."

Ah, yeah. when you two tried shower sex and Simon had knocked his head one too many times on the shower head and you two had flooded the bathroom: definitely not your best performance as a couple.

He takes the empty mug from your hands and places it on the small sink. His hands cup your face and you lower the surgical mask, so that he can kiss your closed eyes with his scarred lips; they're so chapped you know you'll have to wrestle him into a whole session of skincare to savage the damages of the weather he has encountered wherever he was.

Simon is huge, humongous frame and thick muscles, yet he still surprises you with how gentle and graceful he is as he undresses you and starts washing your hair with your shampoo; you know he holds a strength you will never match, and that he has such a complete control over it drives you insane with need, even now that you're ready to fall asleep while standing up.

"Short routine?" His voice rumbles against the tiles, you're so out he has to ask twice. "Yes please baby."

Of all the people you have dated in your life, Simon had been the first to truly listen, and absorb, your hair and skin routine. You had explained to him once, when he had stared at your latest haul of products with curiosity, so you had sat him down and went through everything; you had never expected him to truly follow your explanations, and to help you go through the full routine during one rainy Saturday afternoon. He still doesn't get why you want to use your products on him, he can manage with the basic stuff he gets at work, but lets you pamper him because it makes you happy, and that's his only goal when he's home, with you.

By the time he's rinsed the shower gel off your body, you can barely keep your eyes open, simply following what he's telling you to do to help him dry you and your hair. You're fully asleep when he helps you into one of his T shirts and carries you to bed, laying you on the sheets carefully, before joining you; he doesn't expect to sleep, he's had full four hours last night, yet your slow breathing mesmerizes him, until he follows you in a cat nap, ready to wake at any time.

When you wake up it's lunch time, Simon is laying next to you the surgical mask back again on his face: he's still hovering between himself and Ghost (and you hate that you were so tired you didn't see it as soon as you had arrived). You weren't there to help him shake his shadow off, for four days you two were ships sailing at night, you so tired you had barely managed to peck him before heading to work, him so hollowed out by the latest deployment, he had barely the energy to exist, let alone put Ghost to rest, for a while.

"Hi handsome." You purr, voice still laced with sleep.

For a moment you see the two of them coexist: Ghost's cold, calculating glance, and Simon's burning love for you, the latter winning (and thank God for that, you're too tired to deal with Ghost right now).

"Hello, dove."

Simon had woken up not that long ago, his mind still hazy and confused by his surroundings when he hadn't felt your weight against him; Ghost had raised his hackles immediately like a bad omen in the back of his mind, and refused to leave, even when Simon had noticed that you had rolled away in your sleep and had pushed an arm between your splayed legs to grab at your back and pull you against himself. Even then Ghost had kept watch for Simon, and for you, his uneasiness at the peaceful morning setting Simon's teeth on edge.

You could try to butt heads with Ghost, you have tried long enough to know he's too stubborn to leave until he thinks Simon doesn't need him.

"Breakfast?" You ask.

You tackle Simon as soon as he's vertical, your legs wounding around his hips, your arms tight around his chest; he's still too wound up to truly laugh at your antics, yet you feel his whole body relax a bit.

You eat your breakfast straddling him; your stomach can't fathom lunch when you're just up, that you leave the steak to him, while you enjoy your cuppa.

"I'm going to steal you away tomorrow." He tells you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Take you camping up in the Lake District or the Cotswold. Me, you and the bike." "In the wild?" "Aye." "Have I told you how much I love you?"

He doesn't answer, he prefers to abandon his head against your chest, letting your fingers scratch his nape and scalp, playing with his hair, now slightly longer and curlier than when he left.

Silently he stands up, anchoring your body to his as he heads for the sofa, where he lays you, before he drapes his heavy frame over yours, his head on your stomach so you can keep scratching him like you would a cat.

Blindly you fish for the remote and find one of those 'How it is made' shows that Simon likes so much and that helps him relax fully into himself, his other half in standby; when you wake up he's still watching and his muscles are liquid under your fingers.

"Pizza?" He drawls "I love you so much my heart is going to burst."

He's lost the surgical mask somewhere, now that Ghost is gone, and you can appreciate his smile, with his cute canines showing.

"After food." He deadpans. "Oh God yes! I would hate to die on an empty stomach!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

"Wow," you let out the syllable in a gasp as you lean forward.

"What is it?" Loki asks as his hands firmly grip the wheel.

"It's so... big," you bat your lashes at the grand facade.

"You were here only yesterday," he girds.

"I know and it's still just as pretty as I remember," you preen.

"Mm, you should lean so far forward. You could hit your head," he warns.

"I'll survive," you assure him but sit back anyway. "Do you live here too? It's so big, I bet your whole family could live in there. And mine. And Queenie's and... oh, what about dogs? You could adopt."

He makes a clicking noise. "No, it is my brother's house. I retain a much more... refined and modest abode. Not so ostentatious."

"Oooh, I bet it's so nice. Is there lots of green? Like your car?"

"A touch," he intones as he steers along the curving drive. "It's hardly relevant." He stops and shifts into park. "We've arrived."

"You could have like six puppies," you open the door and try to step out, only to be pulled back by the seat belt. You giggle and unstrap yourself, not missing the glance from the drive. You smile at Loki then bounce out, turning back to retrieve your bag. "They would love it. Running all around."

"Dogs are a lot of work," he sniffs as he gets out and shuts the door.

"But so cute!" You give a small hop. "I'll ask Queenie. Maybe she could get just one."

"Cute, indeed," Loki agrees and beckons you toward the house.

You stop to smell a plinthed vase of flowers and hum. "Mmm, they are fresh."

"Yes, lots of flowers," he muses. "Come."

"Smell it," you turn to see him. "It's nice."

"I can smell them from here," he insists.

"Oh, but look," you peer back at the vase, "there's a little bumblebee in this one. He's all fuzzy."

He comes closer, slowly. You hear his reluctance. Well, he should stop and smell the flowers more often. He seems very uptight.

"Interesting," he remarks as he leans in to see the insect.

"I think so," you pout. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he waves you off. "I only mean to deliver my quarry."

"Yes! Queenie," you clap and turn up the steps. "I'm so excited."

"You are fond of her?" He follows just behind you.

"Yes, and you, and Thor, and this whole place," you say as you get to the door. You stop and turn back to him.

"You may enter," he gestures with his palm.

"Oh, okay," you turn back and twist the handle. You push but the door doesn't budge. He snickers as he catches up to you.

Loki surprises you as he comes close, almost right against your back as he puts his hand over yours. He pulls and guides your arm out as he opens the door easily.

"Oops," you babble.

He lets you go and you spill inside, nearly toppling onto the glossy floor. Your eyes roll all around as you try to take it all in again. It makes your family house look like a box.

"Shall we go find her?" Loki suggests.

"Yes, please." You cheep.

He waves you on, in a completely different direction than the day before. You walk beside him, buzzing. You didn't expect to see Queenie so soon but you're happy for it. Maybe she'll know what to make of your sister's odd behaviour.

"I do apologise if I've been dull company," he stops by a door and knocks. 

"Not at all." You assure him. "You're... interesting?"

"Interesting?" He wonders as his eyes narrow.

You smile and the door opens, just an inch or two, then falls back all the way.

"Oh," Queenie utters in surprise, "I didn't realise..."

"And there you are," Loki backs up. "I need to find your other half."

"Right," Queen accepts and her tired eyes list over to you, "I didn't know you were coming."

She spins and drifts away in her silken robe, over and equally satiny nightgown. She sits with a wince and stares towards the window. You look around at the sitting room with the wall of glass panes letting in the sunlight and another wall of bookcases filled to the brim. There's a book on the floor by her foot but she doesn't seem to notice. Or the overturned teacup behind the end table.

"Is everything okay?" You ask.

She nods and doesn't say much else.

You go to pick up the book and the cup. She flinches and sniffs, "I should've done that..."

"It's okay. We can all be clumsy," you assure her.

She sighs, "yes, we can."

You set the cup and book on the table and sit next to her, "are you sure you're alright?"

She doesn't answer. You gently reach to put your hand on hers. She shifts but doesn't pull away.

"I'm just tired," she says. She hides her face and shudders. "You shouldn't have come here."

"What? But... we're friends. You don't want me here?" You ask.

She shrugs, "I like you but..." she looks at the door. "You should be careful."

"Careful? Of what?"

"Just careful," she shakes her head. She moves her hand on top of yours and grabs it. She stands up and suppresses a grunt. She turns to you. "Want to go outside?"

"Okay," you agree. "But if you're too tired, I can go home."

"No, please," she squeezes you. "If you're here..." she blanches and seals her lips. "Well, it's nice to have a friend."

She keeps a hold of you and drags you toward the sunlit wall. She opens a door and pushes through, tugging you with her. You let her drag you away. If being there helps, you'll stay as long as you need to. Seems like she needs a friend just as much as you.

[strniohoeee]

chris giving reader the princess treatment

My Baby

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is Chris’ baby, and he would do anything for her. Even if it means walking in the rain because he loves her🌱

Warnings⚠️: None but like this shit gave me butterflies and this isn’t even my man LORDDD😭😭 also it’s kinda short

Song for the imagine: So Into You- Tamia

I really like what you’ve done to me

I can’t really explain

I am so into you

I slid my socks on and grabbed my purse and phone, quickly spritzing myself with perfume as I shut the light and walked out my room.

Placing my phone and purse down my apartment door rattled with the knock of a fist. I slowly walked over to the door and opened it. Smiling as I saw Chris

“Hi baby” he said leaning down and pecking my lips

“Come in” I said moving out the way for him to walk in

I walked ahead of him and let him shut my door, turning around to be surprised with a bouquet of flowers.

“Chrissss” I said with an open mouth and bright eyes

“For my princess” he said winking at me

“Thank you my love” I said taking the flowers to the kitchen and placing them in a vase with water

“You’re welcome baby” he said leaning on the island as he watched me place them on the counter

“I just have to put my shoes on and then we can go” I said

I grabbed my purse and phone and walked over to the shoe rack, Chris tracking behind

I couldn’t slip my foot into my platform uggs, so I placed my hand out to balance myself when suddenly Chris grabbed my hand and helped me balance myself

“Thank you” I said looking up at him as I placed my other boot on and he nodded while smiling

He opened the door for me and let me walk out, shutting the door behind me and allowing me to lock it.

“Before we go to the mall, do you want to hit up Starbucks?” He asked me as we walked down the stairs

“Yes my love” I said looking back at him

When we got to his car (ik he can’t drive but shhhh) he opened the passenger door for me allowing me to get in before shutting the door

Hopping in he backed out and we made our way to my local Starbucks. Waiting in the drive thru line as we talked about what was new which wasn’t much because I saw him about everyday.

We ordered our drinks and he paid.

“Thank you but it should’ve been my treat” I said taking a sip of my coffee

“You pay? Don’t ever say no outlandish shit like that again” he said raising a brow at me

“Chris please” I said playfully smacking him

We opted for an outdoor outlet mall because it would be less crowded. Chris parked and came to my side opening the door and grabbing my hand to help me out

I was wearing leggings with no pockets and brought a small purse so I was struggling carrying my phone, coffee and bag.

Before crossing over to the street Chris’s grabbed my purse and held it for me

“I can hold it” I said laughing

“I got it, you’re struggling to hold everything” he said looking both ways so we could cross

“It was fine babe” I said walking across the street

Chris slowly came around me walking on the outside and keeping me close to the parked cars.

“And beat me looking this stylish holding your bag? I mean look at me I’m a babe” he said posing with the purse

“That is true, you do look cute” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Case settled” he said winking at me as we walked towards some stores

Chris and I were shopping for a bit, and anything I grabbed he took and got me. I appreciated it, but this boy was treating me too well.

“Christopherrrrr” I whined as he got on the line to check out

“Y/NNNNNN” he whined back looking at me

“Why are you buying me everything” I said huffing at him

“Because you’re my girl? And I want to spoil you” he said shrugging his shoulders

“But you always spoil me and plus I have those boots in black” I said pointing to the platform uggs I was currently wearing

“Okay and now you have them in blue duhh” he said smirking at me

It was a pointless argument because he would never tell me no. So I sucked it up and let him buy me my shoes.

We went to a few stores he liked and I was able to return the favor and get him some shoes and shirts that he liked.

The mall had a restaurant, so we decided to eat dinner and relax our feet.

“Thank you Chris for everything you do, I really appreciate it” I said taking a sip of my soda

“Of course baby I got you” he said nodding his head

“Want to spend the night?” I asked him

“Yes” he said almost instantly

“Good and then we can take a bubble bath and I’ll give you a back rub” I said smiling at him

“Ouuu you’re too good to me” he said caressing his heart

“And maybe even- but I was cut off my him

“Maybe even a dick rub?” He said laughing

“Christopher” I said bluntly giving him a glare

“I’m kiddingggg I’m just joking” he said laughing

“Yeah you better be or you can sleep on the couch” I said pointing my finger at him

Chris and I had finished our dinner and he decided to get a dessert. Our personal favorite. a warm brownie with vanilla ice cream.

“This is why I love you because you let me get dessert Nick and Matt never let me get one” he said frowning

“Aww my poor baby” I said pouting and rubbing his chin

The waiter came back with our dessert, but they only gave us one spoon. There was something so intimate about sharing a spoon. It seems corny, but the idea always gave me butterflies. To be so close and in love that sharing a spoon didn’t seem gross or weird.

Chris took the spoon and cut the brownie getting some ice cream with it and brought the spoon towards me. I opened my mouth and he put it in my mouth.

Being fed dessert by the love of my life was not on my bingo cards, but I’m glad it was happening.

We sat sharing the dessert, my eyes darting to him as he looked out the window licking the brownie off the spoon like it was nothing. It made my heart explode and my stomach flutter. I mean sharing a utensil is nothing compared to the things we’ve done, but it made me flustered….

Soon after we finished and when the check came he almost immediately snatched it from the table not letting me take a glance.

“I just wanted to look” I said

“Yeah right I know your trick your pretty eyes can’t fool me” he said looking at me over the checkbook

I playfully rolled my eyes and smirked.

After paying we grabbed our bags and walked outside and realized it was raining

“Oh shit” I said stepping back under the awning

“Give me the bags and I’ll go get the car” Chris said

“No it’s fine I’ll walk” I said looking at him

“Babe just give me the bags and I’ll be back” he said taking the bags from me

Chris quickly walked to the car across the street, smiling to myself at his actions.

About five minutes later he drove up to the restaurant putting his hazard lights on and getting out. Running over to me with a hoodie in his hand and placing it over my head as we ran to the car. He opened the passenger door for me allowing me to get in without barely getting wet

However Chris was soaked when he got in the driver seat.

“Aww Chris you’re all wet I feel bad” I said as he put the heat on and drove off

“It’s okay baby I’ll change at your house” he said looking at me and smiling

When we got back to the house we placed our stuff down and headed to the bathroom. Taking a warm bubble bath together to warm ourselves up. Chris shampooed my hair for me and me rubbing his back as we indulged in the warm water.

I was soo in love with him and all he does for me<3

The End

I’m just rolling these bad boys outttt. I hope you enjoyed this one. The rest of my stories are all Matt LMAOAOA😭😭 love yall 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[vigilante-3073]

Internships & Relationships

James Wilson x Female Intern Reader

PART 2

Summary: The time has finally come for Wilson's first date with Y/N after she completed her internship.

TW: Workplace relationship, James Wilson cuteness, first date, kissing.

Wilson was a nervous wreck.

He had been dressed for his date for over two hours, sitting on his couch and watching the clock. Wilson was waiting for an acceptable time to drive to Y/N's in order to pick her up.

They had only been apart for a few hours, but Wilson found himself missing her presence. Wilson knew that he was already falling for Y/N and he hoped that he wouldn't mess it up. After all, Wilson didn't have the best track record when it came to relationships with three divorces under his belt.

This was the girl of his dreams that the universe had served up to him on a silver platter. Wilson checked his watch again, slounching against the back of the couch when he realized that a measly three minutes had passed since he last checked.

Wilson looked up when someone knocked on the door to his apartment. He stood up with a sigh, making his way over and opening the door.

House looked him over, "You slick bastard, you have a date tonight, don't you?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yes, I do and I don't need you ruining this for me so please go," Wilson said, moving to close the door.

House stuck his cane in the way, Wilson huffed before reluctantly opening the door again, "What do you want, House?" He asked.

House shouldered his way into the apartment before limping over to the couch. He sat down, leaning his cane on the arm of the couch beside himself.

"Oh, by all means, come on in," Wilson said sarcastically.

"Who's the chick?" House questioned, pulling a bottle of Vicodin from his jacket.

"Who? My date?" Wilson asked.

"Who else would I be asking about?" House asked. He twisted the lid off his pill bottle, shaking a few pills into his palm before popping them into his mouth.

Wilson sighed, "Y/N," He replied, shifting on his feet.

"Who?" House questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Y/N," Wilson repeated.

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" House asked.

"She was my Intern for weeks, House," Wilson said.

"Was?" House asked.

Wilson huffed, "Yes, she was... She finished her internship and she got a job at PPTH," He said.

"What department?" House asked.

"Oncology," Wilson stated.

House sucked in a breath through his teeth, "Bad move, Wilson. I give it six months before she becomes the fourth ex-missus Wilson," House said.

"Why can't you just let me enjoy things?" Wilson questioned with an exasperated sigh.

"Because I'm a realist, Wilson," House said, grabbing the remote and turning on the television.

Wilson checked his watch, he needed to leave in five minutes, "Don't you have a TV in your own apartment?" He asked impatiently.

"You have more channels," House stated, flipping through the channels.

"Look, House, I have to leave in like five minutes," Wilson said.

"Go, I'll be fine. Mi casa es su casa," House said, eyes not straying from the television.

"Fine, just don't touch anything, alright?" Wilson questioned, grabbing his coat from the hook and pulling it on.

House huffed, "After this episode of Deadliest Catch I was planning on going through your underwear drawer, but I guess that can wait another day," House said.

"Whatever," Wilson muttered, opening the door and stepping out of his apartment. He closed the door behind himself, trying to keep from overthinking as he made his way out to his car.

Everything was going to be fine.

...

Wilson stood in front of the door to Y/N's apartment with a bouquet of flowers held in his hand. He lifted his fist, knocking gently on the door before letting out a shaky sigh.

Y/N opened the door, smiling when she saw him. She was wearing a simple black dress, her hair was styled and the sight of her made his breath catch in his throat.

"Wow," He whispered, "You look amazing," Wilson said.

"Thank you," She replied.

"I-um, I got these for you," Wilson said, holding out the bouquet.

"Oh, Wilson, they're gorgeous. Here, come in while I put them in some water," Y/N said, making her way into the apartment.

Wilson followed after her, closing the door behind himself. A black cat wandered over to him as he entered, rubbing against his legs as it meowed softly.

Y/N's apartment was minimalistic and tidy with the soft scent of vanilla lingering in the air. There was a bookshelf against one of the walls that was filled with medical books and classic novels. Her place was comforting and it matched her personality perfectly. Y/N made her way out of the kitchen, placing the vase of flowers on the table.

"Seems like Binx has taken a shine to you," Y/N said, watching the cat rub against Wilson's legs.

"He's a cute cat," Wilson replied.

"He hated my ex-boyfriend. It was almost funny, he would wait around corners and attack him all the time. The guy was cheating on me though, so the attacks were well-deserved," Y/N said.

"Smart cat," Wilson mused.

"He's definitely a good judge of character," Y/N stated, grabbing her coat and pulling it on.

Wilson made his way back over to her, following her out of her apartment and into the hallway. She locked the door behind them before they walked out of her building and down to his car.

...

Wilson found himself wondering why he had been so nervous for this evening as he sat in the restaurant across from Y/N. The food was delicious and they shared a bottle of wine as they ate. The conversation was flowing between them and it was easy. Wilson had never been with someone that made being together feel so simple.

They chatted about what Y/N hoped for in her career at Princeton-Plainsboro and how she felt about finally being able to conduct herself as a doctor. Her parents didn't live closeby, but they were still extraordinarily proud of their girl for her accomplishments.

"They're coming here for graduation and they were actually hoping to meet you... I know it's a bit early and you can definitely say no if-," Y/N started.

"I'd love to," Wilson said.

"I'll let them know," Y/N replied, taking another sip of her wine.

Wilson watched her, smiling softly when their eyes met again.

"What is it?" She asked, a smile slowly creeping onto her face.

Wilson shrugged, "I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met... Inside and out," He said.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, "Thank you, Wilson," She said.

"You can call me James, if you want to," He offered.

"Well, James, should we have another glass of wine?" She asked.

"I think that's a great idea," Wilson agreed.

The pair shared another drink and a decadent dessert before Wilson paid the bill. They went back to his car and he drove her back to her apartment.

Wilson walked her into her building, stopping in front of her door. She pulled her keys from her purse, fiddling with them nervously before she turned towards Wilson.

"Do you want to come in for a bit?" Y/N asked.

"Sure," Wilson nodded.

She turned back to the door, opening it and stepping inside. Wilson followed after her, shrugging off his coat as she closed the door.

"Do you want a drink?" She questioned, taking off her coat and hanging it up.

"Sure, that would be great," He nodded.

"Well, make yourself at home," Y/N said, moving into the kitchen.

Wilson took a breath before making his way over to the couch, he sat down and the cat looked up from his bed before giving a soft chirp and returning to his slumber. Y/N walked back into the living room with two glasses of wine, setting them on the table before sitting down beside him. He watched her remove her shoes, setting them on the floor before tucking her legs up on the couch.

Y/N turned her body towards him, resting her elbow on the back of the couch.

"Can I ask you something?" She questioned.

"Of course," He nodded.

"Do you think it will be weird to work together if we're together?" Y/N asked.

"It doesn't have to be," Wilson assured, hand resting on her knee.

Her hand settled over his, "I haven't met anyone like you before," Y/N stated.

"And I haven't met anyone like you... I've been married before, a few times, but none of them made me feel seen like you do," He said.

Y/N leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss, his eyes fluttered shut before he hesitantly moved his lips against her's. Her hand shifted from the back of the couch, settling on the back of his neck as her fingers tangled in his hair.

Y/N pulled away, watching as his eyes opened before a wide smile spread across his face.

"That was amazing," He mumbled.

"I wonder if it would be just as amazing the second time," Y/N mused.

"We should definitely test that," Wilson smiled, hand cupping her cheek and guiding her lips to his again.

[navstuffs]

Hello, first of all, YOUR WRITING IS GOD’S WORK, second of all, I need a second part of “I know it’s thick”, bc that took me out 💀 It was fucking fantastic. And last but definitely not least, you seem very sweet, and like an amazing person, keep up the good work 🥰💕👏✨

"I know it is thick." - Part 2

Pairing: Boss!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Summary: It is thick, and now you know it.

Warnings tags: SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, blowjob (m receiving), public sex, under-the-desk blowjob while jill is in the room, porn with feelings (sorta), carlos always brazilian in my fics (foda-se capcom ESSE HOMI É DO BRASIL), translations at the bottom

Author's Notes: ANON YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! the idea came to me while reading your ask and i was like WHY NOT? again, bear with me since smut is still a constant work in progress. also thank you so much for your kind words and requesting with me, i hope i deliver! <;3 @cerezzzita aqui miga 💖

part 1 | my carlos's masterlist

You would never have guessed you would end up like this. You see, after sending that text message, you thought you would have been fired or sued for sexual harassment within Carlos's rights.

Not that by late Friday night, you would be doing extra work. And by that, it means your legs spread apart, holding yourself back in the cabinets of the stockroom as your boss Carlos pounds into you, his big hands holding your hips with such strength it would probably hurt tomorrow. Not that you cared: since this whole thing started three weeks ago, you have discovered you had muscles that ached that you didn't even know existed.

As Carlos's ball hit against your ass, the slapping sound sounding pornographic to your ears enough to drive you crazy, you hold onto the cold shelves, your legs barely keeping you steady. Every thrust he gives inside you is more powerful than the other, seeming to reach deeper into you. It had to be that thick cock, you thank mentally. 

"Are you close?" Carlos wonders, and you imagine his bare ass looks delicious, his social pants on the floor.

You moan a pathetic yes and beg Carlos to touch you, and his hands find you, jerking in that delicious way only he could do it. It is unfair how well Carlos knew your body, although this only started a couple of weeks ago.

Three weeks since you stayed late and found out it was really that thick and you could barely fit in your mouth. Three weeks since this man gave you the best orgasm of your life. Three weeks doing extra work time.

With the way he is rubbing you, you don't take long to cum, biting your lips and closing your eyes to hold back a moan. Carlos gives you two final thrusts before you hear him muttering a curse in portuguese as he cums deep inside your walls. You stay silent for a moment, just the sound of your breaths before Carlos pulls out of you, his semen slowly dropping out of you.

You take a second to straighten yourself, your back hurting (it seems you are taking another ibuprofen tomorrow), when you feel Carlos pass a cloth between your legs, cleaning you gently.

"Oh, mhm, thanks?" You say unsure, and he smiles, giving you his handkerchief, with his initials sewn on it.

Carlos stares at you, wanting to say something. You are a little worried about it might be: yes, what you are doing is wrong, and you both know it. You are worried Carlos might want to end this sooner than later; you know he will have to. Or maybe he will finally invite you out? Maybe, you will end up fucking Carlos in a proper bed, not on top or under his desk.

"I will see you later, then." Carlos doesn't wait for your answer, and you ignore the pain in your chest, his handkerchief just the memory he left on you (along, well, with his cum). Again, this would have to end someday, right? It was just sex.

Two days later, you are under Carlos's desk a little after everyone leaves. You see, you went in there to end it all before Carlos could but, somehow, ended up with you on top of his desk, his head on the middle of your thighs. The things Carlos could do with his tongue were skills out of this world, and suddenly you can't remember what you wanted to do here.

You just didn't want him to stop.

So now, you are just repaying for the multiple orgasms from earlier, you tell yourself as his thick cock hits the back of your throat. It had nothing to do with the fact that you loved sucking him, the sight of his strong and hairy tights, hearing Carlos beg for your name, and how this powerful man seemed to melt in your arms because of you.

There is a sudden knock on Carlos's door, and you both seem to freeze. You look up, and Carlos gives you an urgent look, his eyes pleading for you to stay shut. "Please don't say come in," you beg mentally, but the door opens before Carlos can say anything, just with enough time to pull out of your mouth.

"Oh, I am so glad you are still here." Carlos's partner and your other boss, Jill Valentine sounds pissed. Carlos immediately pushes the chair into you, completely hiding your body, causing his dick to get close to your lips.

Jill vents about the challenging project the whole team has been working on, and for your relief, she doesn't pay enough attention to Carlos. Carlos gently tries to keep your head away from his cock, but you don't move. When he looks down in panic, you would have laughed if you could because Carlos knew exactly what was going through your mind.

When you test by licking the tip of his cock Carlos has to hold himself back against the chair, Jill still doesn't seem to notice. You try again, this time swirling your tongue around it, and Carlos curses.

"Puta merda."

"Did you say something?" Jill wonders, and you hold back a laugh.

"Puta merda this project huh, Jill?"

Jill continues her rant as your head goes down into Carlos's cock, slowly and torturous. Your boss has to hold himself into the table, his knuckles turning white as a low whimper dies down in his throat. His hands look for your head, you don't know if to pull you away or push you more down, but you don't stop.

"....and I am telling you, if this doesn't get solved by the end of the week, I swear I will cancel this whole deal!"

"Puta que pariu!"

"Well, I am glad you agree with me!" Jill exclaims, slamming the table. She finally looks at Carlos, who is sweaty, his chest rising up and down as he bites his lips. 

"Carlos, are you okay? You look feverish."

"I-I am fine, Jill. All good. Just sh-sharing your frustrations, that is it."

Jill thinks she heard a strange, slurping noise after Carlos says that, but the sound stops. Her phone rings before she can ask what it is, and she groans, frustrated.

"You know, we shouldn't work this late. Life isn't just work, you know?" Jill expresses, before leaving his office, waving goodbye.

You can hear the door closing, and Carlos roughly pulls out of your mouth. You gulp, anxious, wondering if you finally took too far and Carlos will end it all, when your boss's face appears under the table to stare at you, full of desire.

"You want to play like that? Fine. Let's see how long it takes for you to gag on my cock." Carlos' voice is low and threatening, bringing chills all over your body, especially your heat.

"Challenge accepted, boss."

Puta merda = Holy shit

Puta que pariu = Holyfucking shit

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He’s not fighting Eddie. He’s just resigned. Eddie hates it. He’s horrified by it. He sees some broken version of himself in it, and it makes him sick. 

They move through the airport easily. Eddie has half a mind to worry that security will think Chris is being kidnapped with how unfamiliar he’s acting around Eddie. But no one says a word. Including Chris. He doesn’t speak at all, apart from answering any necessary questions, until they sit down at the gate. 

“Can I get you anything?” Eddie asks. They have some time before boarding. 

“I’m fine,” Chris mumbles.

“Okay,” Eddie sighs. “Not even something for the plane? A book?”

“I’m fine,” he repeats. 

“Okay,” Eddie says again. 

There’s a minute of quiet after that before Chris finally breaks.

“You’re not going to ask about it?” He demands. “Not going to give me a lecture?”

Eddie frowns. “Are you talking about the fight?”

“What else?” Chris asks.

“I didn’t think you’d want to have that talk in a busy airport, Chris,” Eddie says. 

“What’s the difference?” Chris shrugs. 

Um? A lot? There’s a lot of difference? 

“You want to talk about it now?” Eddie asks. “Really?”

“I don’t care,” Chris says. “But you might as well rip off the bandaid.”

Oh, he might as well? Well, fine. 

“Okay,” Eddie says. “Let’s talk about it.”

“Fine,” Chris says. 

“I was told you started it,” Eddie says carefully. “But I want to hear your side of the story.”

If Chris has enough words in him to share it, in his current mood. 

“I didn’t start it,” Chris snaps.

“Okay,” Eddie nods. “I believe you.”

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“Then I’ll be open to it,” Eddie says. 

But in his heart, he’s worried they’re opening a can of worms. After all, everything else about Jaylin, so far, has been rotten. Except Arthur. Always except Arthur. 

iii.

Chloe agrees to meet for coffee. She lives in San Bernardino. So not super close by. But Buck, being Buck, agrees to drive out her way. 

By the time they walk into the cafe, she’s already there. She waves to them. Eddie isn’t sure how she recognizes them. She hasn’t been at any of the court dates and they’ve never met her. Maybe she looked them up on social media? Should Eddie have done that? It might have helped. Because when he sees her, he doesn’t see any of her sister in her at all. They’re so different. Chloe is taller and a bit heavier-set. She’s dressed a bit more like someone you’d find at a knitting club or cat rescue cafe. She has a kind smile, one that reaches her eyes. 

“It’s so nice to meet you both properly,” she says when she shakes their hands. And Eddie believes that she means that. 

If Eddie believes it, Buck is charmed. 

“It’s great to meet you, too,” he grins at her. He’s completely disarmed. Damn it. Eddie had to fall in love with the nicest person on the planet.

“I was really happy you asked to meet,” Chloe says. “I know I’ve never met Arthur, but I think about him all the time. I’m really grateful to meet the people who are raising him.”

Buck frowns. “You never met Arthur? After he was born?”

Chloe shakes her head. ”No. Jaylin and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms.”

Ah. So maybe she is a good and rational person. 

“I’m sorry,” Buck says.

“Don’t be,” she replies. “It was my choice.”

Definitely rational at least.

“Sorry,” she frowns. “Maybe that was too… Uh… I’m sorry if you…”

“Oh, no,” Eddie shakes his head. “We don’t.”

Chloe looks a bit relieved. “Honestly, I thought about reaching out when she sued you for custody. Offering to testify for you… But I didn’t know you. I still don’t.”

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“If I’m the imposter, I owe this to him. Even if I didn’t know.”

Eddie scoffs. “You don’t owe-”

“Yes. I do,” Buck cuts him off. “I do.”

Evan thinks for a moment. “You said you killed my brother.”

Buck looks at the floor. “Not on purpose.”

“Well, what the hell does that mean?” Evan demands.

“It means he was sick,” Buck says. “Really sick. He needed my bone marrow… Your bone marrow to survive. But if I’m not actually his brother… Anyway, it failed. He died.”

“Your DNA was an exact match, though,” Athena says “Why would it have been different?”

“A trick,” Evan says. “A trick to fool humans.”

Buck shrugs. “It worked the first time, but failed the second time. Common denominator? Me.”

“Worked the first time?” Evan asks. “What does that mean?”

“You wouldn’t remember,” Buck says. “I was only… You were only born to save Daniel. Because he was so sick.”

Evan’s expression is hard to read.

“I didn’t know that,” he says. 

“Yeah, not the happiest family you were snatched from,” Buck grits out. “But Daniel was a good brother. I’m sorry.”

He is sorry. He’s so sorry. His whole life he battled against the thought he killed his brother. His mother’s accusation that he had. Logic told him it was just a tragedy, a statistic. Until now. Now he knows better. 

“What about the rest?” Evan demands. Buck thinks his eyes are a little teary. The Daniel news has hurt him, he just doesn’t feel safe enough to express it. 

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[ace-shenanigans]

First of all, I'm obsessed with your sword spirits art. They are shaken in my brain like beans in maracas.

Second of all. Thoughts.

Binghe's 1st sword and SQQ's sword relation. What if any of Binghe's Shizun-Love leaked into his sword but the subject of it is sqq's sword. Like Master like Sword. But the sword is somehow less pathetic of the two.

Option 2. They (the spirits) are both suffering having to deal with their Masters being lovestruck fudging idiots. The true comradery forged through suffering.

Hope you have a lovely next 24h o7

You flatter me ´∀｀ 💚

I have Many thoughts about the sword spirits and little chance to go off about em so heres my takes under a read more:

Xiu Ya is a very flexible sword spirit, she (and yes were def assuming she/they here because I hesitate to believe SJ would ever trust a man again, even if its just his sword) would have to be to be willing to switch easily after SY becomes SQQ.

For SJ, she comes across as an older, more motherly figure, kinda like the nice jiejie's at the WRP, offering safety and reliable protection. For SY she takes more of a more playful, sisterly angle that allows her to tease her new master for being overdramatic and assuming

Xuan Su has a surprisingly stable spirit for one thats been forever altered by its botched connection to YQY. Every time he draws the sword, it shifts to look a little more like its wielder, and somehow no one has looked closely enough to notice

Its always seen in armor because the sword is only ever drawn in dire, likely life-or-death situations, and keeps his eyes closed until the blade leaves its sheathe.

Xin Mo is an absolutely chaotic thing that wants its wielders intrusive, inside thoughts to become their outside actions. It's a master of manipulation, able to switch tactics as often as it changes hands in order to best suit it's needs. Its also a spirit that becomes bored very quickly, and will make it everyone's problem.

It acts very differently between the two Binghes. With Bingge, where its fed regularly, its more willing to fall in line and not drive him to insanity, and rarely has to resort to manipulating him since theyre typically of the same mind. With Bingmei though, its constantly having to push and goad him to keep it fed and maintained, so its more likely to backfire on him as a result.

Its has a particularly nasty vendetta against SY for constantly blocking its efforts to control Bingmei, but cant do much against him unless it wants to lose its main manipulation tactic against its wielder. It also likes to antagonize Cheng Luan, but its secretly a little afraid of Xuan Su, recognizing the former as a toy and the latter as a threat due to its power

Speaking of Cheng Luan, theyre every bit as proud and excitable as their wielder, ready to spring into a fight at a moments notice. Despite the initial hostilities between their wielders, Cheng Luan has no issues with Xiu Ya, but every issue with Xin Mo since they keep losing to the damn thing

They very much do not like being used by anyone other than their assigned wielder (LQG in this case), but are willing to make occasional exceptions for those closest to him (LMY for example). They dont like being used as an uber, but they like SY!SQQ more than before because LQG takes them out to hunt and fight way more powerful foes much more often

Zheng Yang is baby. Its got golden retriever energy and offers encouragement to LBH, acting as the caring friend and support he was never originally supposed to have. Its protective and expressive, always willing to jump to LBHs aid when he needs it, and can often be seen rattling excitedly in its sheathe when it wants to act but cant

After it breaks and is reforged, its a bit more quiet and sad, but no less comforting as it watches over SY at the sword mound. Its spirit form also has little cracks running along it, forever reflecting its dramatic shattering.

Xiu Ya and Zheng Yang have an interesting dynamic. Under SJ's hand, Xiu Ya paid little attention to Zheng Yang and Zheng Yang held a begrudging respect but obvious dislike of Xiu Ya and its wielder. Once SY comes into the picture that changes, and the two are often seen whispering and laughing to each other at their wielder's antics

[eljeebee]

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Homophobia

Vanderburg Twin seen Cheating from His Commoner Boyfriend

These are the words sitting in front of Dowager Duchess Margaux.

On her screen, a picture of her son, chatting with a woman on a pub probably around Foxbury. They were quite close in the photograph. She thinks they were about to hug, or had just hugged, but she could see the body language–none of them had tense shoulders, and none of them wore an awkward smile.

She rubbed her temple. What gave her a pounding headache was the tabloid’s assumptions of her son dating a commoner boyfriend–Louie Davis, the twins’ friend.

Every showbiz news network, news site–whatever–speculated that he and Louie were dating, as the paparazzi had taken quite a few pictures of them together when their friend group were out, when they were still at high school. Her private secretaries spent a lot of time giving the networks kill orders to kill every picture of the children, especially the photographs of Louie and Seamus “together”, on a reason stating that they were minors, and scared the networks that they could be sued by the parents for taking their photos without their consent. They made sure they never mentioned Mousse’s relationship status.

She even sent a peace offering to Louie’s parents, some new set of high-quality pots and pans for the father, a new handbag for the mother, and a new dress for Sidera Harper–Louie’s girlfriend.

Louie has a girlfriend, for Watcher’s sake.

Bernie entered the room, slamming the door. She could see him stressed. Obviously.

“This is why I told him to release a statement!” He almost growled. “The family never batted an eye when they said he’s gay. But I know the Queen Mother was disappointed.”

“Didn’t stop her from showing her favoritism to the twins, though,” Penny pointed out.

“Yes, Penny,” Bernie exasperatedly sighed. “But the disappointment is there. Did you see how she’s preferring Julie more than her brother?”

“Or maybe,” Penny rolled her eyes, “Julie is the Duchess so she’s more focused on her?”

Bernie exhaled. His heated glare targeted the ceiling, “Look,” he looked back at her, “the family is giving me shit right now–excuse me, Your Grace–they don’t like the cheating allegations. They can leave the boy be and be gay than see him as a cheater. He is considered his father’s spitting image, and they would hate it if he’s painted as an adulterer!”

Penny scoffed, “What, you’d rather have the family be homophobic than give you shit about a cheating scandal?” “What? No!” Bernie let out a noise of frustration. “Look at Prince Gerard and Mr. Simon, since when did the family release their disappointment?”

“Obviously not publicly. Prince Gerard and his husband stepping down from royal duties, retiring from his senior royal work, and moving to Starlight Shores is very telling. And don’t reason with me with Milo and Ramon Perez. The family doesn’t mind them– don’t care even –they’re distant relatives of the household. They’re far away from the throne, Bernie. As long as it’s not the main family, not from the line of King Pierce, they’re fine with it, because it doesn’t steal the show, doesn’t steal the limelight, doesn’t tamper royal values.”

Penny pointed a finger to Bernie. If he was near, Margaux knew the younger secretary would shove him with it, “That’s how homophobic they are.”

“Enough, you two!” Margaux raised her voice. “Let’s not put the blame on my son here.”

“That’s not what I – ”

She held her hand as she stood up from her seat. Bernie closed his mouth.

“What we’re going to do is fix this. You will drive to Foxbury, get my twins, their friends, including this girl, and we will debrief them. From there, we will ask Mousse to release a statement, which includes clarification on why he never spoke before–force him if need be, and then we will have Julie release a statement that shows support,” she motioned to Penny, “which includes a picture of their friend group, with Louie and Sidera together– take note of this –and my son and this girl sitting beside each other. Stage them to be as intimate as possible, have him sling an arm around her waist–anything. That will shut them up.”

“Excellent idea, my lady.”

“And if this doesn’t work?”

“Then we face the wrath of the Queen Mother.”

Seamus spared a quick glance to Bea, who stood beside him, helping him with his presentation.

Lou? He recalled the conversation he and Louie had. How did you know you…liked…Sid?

Louie had whipped his head to face him so fast Seamus had almost laughed. Dude…

He had sighed. I don’t know Louie. I thought of Bea as a friend, but I’m starting to see something more. I can no longer see her as a friend. Every night I think about her, her voice, her laughs, the way she speaks. The way she smartly answers our professors, the way she handles her fans inside the campus, telling them to move their asses away and not disturb her education…I always look forward to seeing her, Lou, but I’m also nervous when I’m about to see her. I was never the one to look conscious about my appearance because everyone finds me handsome anyway –

– Woooow. You sounded like a prick there. Louie had laughed at him.

Seamus had chuckled at this, and then continued, When I’m with her, I always find myself worrying about how I look. Do I look good? I’ve asked the girls about it. Julie always says yes, and Sid just gave me a thumbs up. My confidence spikes–until I see her.

Yeah, and you buy the magazine that has her at the cover, Louie had teased him by adding another thing that he’s so embarrassed to admit.

Seamus remembered giving him a look. He also remembered Louie stuck his tongue out to tease him more.

Anyway, his friend had patted him on the back firmly. You’ve fallen in love, my boy.

And back to the present. This is why she’s here. He invited her under the pretense of asking her help. Honestly, he can breeze through this presentation with how inspired he is.

He’s going to confess to Bea. Right here. Right now.

“Bea– ”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

He tried not to click his tongue. Smiling at Bea, he said, “I’ll get it.”

As soon as he opened the door, in came Louie, pushing Seamus back into his room, and kicking the door closed. He looks worried.

“Nobody freak out,” Louie said, but it looked like he said that for himself.

Worry etched on Bea’s face. “What’s going on?”

“Girl, I said, don’t freak out!” Louie let out a sound that made Seamus almost laugh.

“No one’s freaking out but you, Lou. What’s up?” Seamus chuckled.

“There’s…” Louie gulped. “There’s paparazzi outside our door!”

They jogged down the stairs, and when the paparazzi noticed them through the glass windows of their door, they pounded, demanding them to step outside. It was locked, luckily, and Seamus is sure they wouldn’t break the window–no one really liked to pay property damage.

“Juls,” Louie said to his phone, “lock your front door. Do not go out. Your brother and I will handle this.”

Seamus heard him. What his sister said, he doesn’t know, as Louie had immediately dropped the call.

“What should we do?” his friend asked. “Should we call Mr. Braxton?”

Seamus thought for a moment. He’d hate to have Bernie here. He’s going to give him one hell of a lecture. You should’ve released a statement a long time ago!

“I’ll go out and talk,” he finally said. “Just a quick announcement…”

“I’ll go with you,” Louie firmly nodded.

“Then I’ll go as well,” Bea added.

“Are you sure?” Louie asked, worried. “I think it’s safe for you to stay inside.”

Bea looked at Seamus. He sighed and gave her a small smile. “Okay, but if it gets too much, Louie will bring you inside, alright?”

“Lord Seamus! Is it true you’re cheating with your boyfriend?”

“Mr. Davis, how do you feel that he’s cheating with that girl right beside you?”

“Seriously? I have a girlfriend!” Louie scowled.

Seamus whispered back to him, “That’s the first and last reaction you’ll give them. Let me handle this.”

Louie shared a glance with Bea. She nodded at him, before looking down at her feet to avoid the paparazzi. Louie rubbed the back of his neck.

Seamus saw his sister and Sid watching through the windows of their door. He knows what she’s thinking. Don’t. He looked away.

“I’m here to confirm one thing,” Seamus started, and the commotion stopped. The journalists waited. He continued, “Bea and I…” he glanced at her. I’ll have to confess this way. I’m sorry.

“We’re dating. The cheating allegations are not true–never is, never was. No relationship before Bea. My sister and I are dear friends of Louie, and his girlfriend, Ms. Harper. I have been silent to the media for many years, even when you assumed my orientation, as I believed that leaving you be is enough, and not engaging with your behavior will keep my family safe. As I’m seeing right now, it’s not. You’re putting my friends at risk. Now, I suggest you leave, before we call the campus security.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the journalists started speaking over each other. A cacophony of more questions. Seamus turned on his heel, pulling Bea with him, and on cue, Louie followed suit, shielding them as they went back inside. He elbowed some journalists away, then quickly closed the door behind him, locking it.

“I’ll call Bernie,” Seamus said, exhaling. “Call security, please.”

Louie nodded.

Seamus looked at Bea. He doesn’t know what to make of her expression. He understood why she was angry. She should be. He should’ve confessed to her first before publicizing that they’re dating.

“We’ll talk after this,” Bea finally said.

There goes my confession.

I've asked some friends to beta read the first part of the update, namely Margaux and her conversation with her private secretaries, so I'd like to thank: @systsim, @novac2281, @plasmadaze, @authorspirit, and @changingplumbob. Thank you for your feedback 🩷

[sturnwritess]

Heart-ache

pairing:

warnings: Drinking, angst, depression, !self-harm!, !!!attempted su!c!de!!!, !!!PILLS!!!, mentions of sex, su!c!de letters, panic attack, anxiety!

READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU START!!!!!

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Tonight was just like another night in LA, but Matt seemed a little off. "hey matt I'm gonna go to the market, I probably won't be back for another hour or so." you say. "oh ok i'll see you later." he says nonchalantly, "ok baby, love you." you say as you leave the room.

As you were driving to the market, you remembered Matt didn't say "I love you" back. That was 20 minutes ago, as you were driving you realized you left your wallet at home. As you drove back you realized there was a lot of commotion upstairs. You left your wallet in matts room, as you went up the stairs hearing grunts. You just thought Matt was in pain, so you felt sorry but once you walked into the room you almost died.

Matt was buried deep inside of another girl. Matt heard his door creak open, he looked towards his door to see you standing there. The other girl noticed and screamed "GET OUT!" you looked towards matt and felt tears rolling down your face, you slammed his door shut and ran down the stairs. You've never cried over matt, and it squeezed your heart at the thought.

You slammed the front door closed and ran down the driveway to your car, you got in your car and started speeding down the street not caring if you got into a car crash. You sped through every yellow light with you screaming into sobs, as you got home you went to your room and saw your depression pills.

You grabbed your pills and went downstairs to find a bottle of tequila, you set them aside together and started ripping pages out of the journal matt got you for your anxiety. As you were writing letters to all the people you loved apologizing to them about being selfish and killing yourself.

Even matt got a letter, and you even apologized to matt. As you went toward the pills and tequila, you grabbed them and sat down against the fridge. As you downed the whole bottle of pills and chased them with tequila, you set them aside and grabbed the letters and left them in your hand as your mind went dark.

Your roommate had gotten home and saw your body on the ground, foam coming out of your mouth. She called an ambulance with sobs coming out, the ambulance finally had gotten there and had got you to the hospital.

Matts pov:

As I regretted everything that happened, I got a call from an unknown ID. I picked up and heard a woman from the other side of the phone, "Hello is this Matthew Sturniolo?" "yes, this is Matthew." I replied, "this is Debbie from Shawn Memorial Hospital, this regards y/n/ y/l/n." "is she okay?" I asked. "No sir, she had an attempted suicide." she says while sighing.

My heart starts picking up and I can't breathe, "sir, are you there?" "i-im on my way." I say while hanging up. My hand grips my wheel tightly, while I'm running every red light. I finally made it to the hospital, I went up to the front desked and asked for her.

As the nurse led me to her room, I finally stumbled upon it to see her pale skin and the IV needle stuck into her arm. Tears dwelled my eyes and i could sob knowing this was my fault.

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3 hours later

As I opened my eyes, I saw a figure in the corner of my eye, I wondered why or how I was still alive. As I turned my head to see the blurry figure, my heart dropped seeing matt asleep on the chair. He seemed to notice I was awake and saw the reaction on my face, "hey y/n" he sighs "what the actual hell are you doing here matt."

I say with a harsh tone. "I know I'm not the person you want here right now, but you almost died and I couldn't help but be here." "matt you stopped caring about me once you cheated on me." you say.

"Y/n, that's not true." you look at him "if you cared about me, you wouldn't have put me in this place, get out of here." you say with no emotion. You saw how matts eyes filled with tears, "you cannot cry matt, this was your fault and your fault only." you say as your words dripping with venom.

Matt got up to leave and glanced at you one more time before he left, you sat in your bed crying. Sob after sob you decided to rest.

3 days later

I finally got cleared, I get to go home. My roommate drove us back to the apartment, as I got home i hugged her and ran up the stairs to my room. I turned on my tv to play spotify and rest, and my bed has never felt better.

Except the fact that my bed smelled like Matt and that made my heart clench, as i started to close my eyes my doorbell rang. I assumed my roommate got it, i heard her footsteps rummage up the stairs. She held a box in her arms with a label "y/n", I could tell it was everything from Matt.

She told me Matt was waiting for his hoodie back, the one his mom gave him. I got up and grabbed the hoodie from my dresser and started going downstairs, she grabbed my arm "are you sure you don't want to me to give it to him?" i nod and proceeded running down the stairs.

As i went to the front door Matt was standing there waiting and expecting my roommate, he looked baffled when i was the one to open the door. He saw the effect on me, and it made his brows furrow.

I held out his hoodie and gave it to him, "here you go matt." i say. "Are you sure you don't want to keep it?" he says. "I don't want anything of yours matt, not anymore at least."

I throw his hoodie into his arms and cut him off by slamming the door to his face. You sob into your arms sliding down the door, I finally had gotten up from the floor and went to the bathroom to find a blade.

You grabbed the blade from the double-sided mirror and pressed it against your arm with pressure, as you picked the blade up from your skin you saw the blood dripping down your arms as you felt relieved. A cut after a cut felt amazing, as you got some paper towels to clean up the blood, you exited the bathroom and headed back upstairs to your room.

As you got to your room, you picked up your phone and went on to Instagram. After you scrolled, you got burning sensations from your arm, you paid no attention to the pain and went to messages. You saw matts contact and deleted his number along with every picture of him.

As you let out relentless sobs to your pillow, she finally had cried herself to sleep. As she woke up 4 hours later, she went onto youtube to look at what matt had posted. She saw that in their new vlog matt seemed depressed, you couldn't blame him and you wish you could kiss his pain away, but you remembered this all was his fault.

You exited out of youtube and fell asleep again, you woke up again but realized the time was 4:36 PM, you paid no attention to that and fell back to sleep. You had finally woken up at 12:52 AM, you had decided to stop being lazy and hop into your bathtub.

You ran hot water into the tub and took your clothes off, you got inside of the bathtub and felt the sting toward your cuts. You picked up the shampoo bottle and put shampoo on your palm and ran it through your hair, the feeling of clean hair was amazing.

As you got done taking the bath you hopped into your bed, you almost fell asleep before you woke up out of your sleepy state. You got up and walked towards your dresser to put on your grey sweats and a black oversized hoodie.

You put your hair into a braid and got back into bed, you went scrolling on your phone and got a text from Chris.

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chris: hey i heard what happened with matt, and I'm sorry i hope you feel better.

you: thanks chris, and i will. read 1:14 am

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I saw that he left me on read, I didn't even care anymore. It's like i had no more emotion left in my body, Matt was the only person who I could be happy around. Thats never going to happen again, but I didn't care.

I wish that I wouldn't have forgotten my wallet that night, or maybe i wished the fact that matt never cheated on me. I hate him after everything, but at one point in time i loved him so much more than my heart was capable of loving.

I wished the best for matt, i still do and will forever. He deserves happiness and i couldn't provide that for him, i won't be happy again but i pray that he finds his soul mate. I loved matt and i forever will.

the end

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horrible angst but matt won the poll so here yall go, i love yall soso much and i wrote this with NO sleep at all

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[therevengeoffrankenstein]

'ENDLESS PERIOD'

INT. A STAGE IN SOME SORT OF AUDITORIUM.

The curtains of the stage are closed. ELLIE suddenly appears, running out onto CENTER stage.

ELLIE

(nervously, clasping hands together, nodding along as he speaks)

WELCOME to the period blood show tonight! We're supposed to go for another five to seven days continuously, so make sure to stretch those ass cheeks now!

LAUGH TRACK.

CUT to the empty audience. A cough is heard OFF-SCREEN.

ELLIE

(coughs nervously)

ANYWAY! Our beloved star The Uterus has yet to arrive, so i'll be entertaining you all BRIEFLY until he arrives.

ELLIE does a GAY LITTLE DANCE and JAZZ HANDS.

ELLIE

TA-DA!

UNKNOWN

(O.S.)

You suck!

ELLIE

(laughs)

The Uterus will be here any moment! ANY moment! Any second! It'll be here so soon! Any second now!

HARD CUT.

EXT. A DESERT HIGH WAY

THE UTERUS sticks out one of its tiny stubs like a hitchhiking thumb.

A car pulls up with DEAN MORIARTY and SAL PARADISE inside.

DEAN

(leaning so far out car window he is liable to fall out of the car)

What can we do for you? What's your reason, baby? Wanna ride?

SAL just smiles fondly.

THE UTERUS

(growls and barks for at least a solid minute)

DEAN

OH OH OH! Yaasss... I get the situation, oh, I get it... Hop inside, little ride. Quick-ly!

DEAN throws the car door open and THE UTERUS scurries inside.

SAL

We're going to try to make it down to Frisco, by the way. You need us to drop you off on the way?

DEAN

(through giggles)

Or are you riding the breeze... If you know, you know!

THE UTERUS

(growls and barks in a softer tone)

DEAN

(winks awkwardly)

I do like your style! You damn well get me, huh...! Just you wait...

HARD CUT.

INT. MOTEL BEDROOM

CLOSE UP of SAL lying on his side on a bed. He smiles softly at the camera. The bed shakes as man whimpers and short barks and whines fill the air.

HARD CUT.

INT. A STAGE IN SOME SORT OF AUDITORIUM.

ELLIE is covered in tomato stains.

ELLIE

And that was, uh, my best impression of Bobby Hill from King of the Hill.

(does Bobby Hill impression)

That's right, Daddy!

Another tomato hits ELLIE in the stomach.

HARD CUT.

EXT. OUTSIDE A MOTEL IN SAN FRANCISCO

DEAN and THE UTERUS embrace.

DEAN

(tears welling in his eyes. The reason why is unclear.)

Now, I'm already a Daddy and all, so let me know! Let me know AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, sugar...

(aside, to SAL)

AY! I sure hope not!

THE UTERUS

(growls out something obviously mean)

DEAN's lip quivers as he detaches himself from THE UTERUS.

DEAN

Su-it your-self!

DEAN runs off, jumping into someone else's car with the keys conveniently left in there. SAL yelps and hops in after him and they drive off.

SOME GUY

(running after the car)

My car! MY CAR! MY CA-A-A-AR!

SOME GUY hits his knees. THE UTERUS scoffs and walks off.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. A BED

CLOSE UP of THE UTERUS as it whimpers and whines, writhing around. Movement and fabric movement are heard OFF-SCREEN.

SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW

(O.S.)

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know... It's okay, honey.

THE UTERUS

(whines)

SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW

(O.S)

Let the Holy Spirit move right through you....

(voice wavering)

Yes, yes....

FADE TO BLACK as THE UTERUS howls.

INT. A STAGE IN SOME SORT OF AUDITORIUM.

THE UTERUS busts in through the door.

ELLIE

(quickly)

FIN-AL-LY, the man of the hour! The multiple months!

THE UTERUS runs up on stage and vomits KENSINGTON BLOOD all over the audience and camera. Blood fills the auditorium.

The blood then cartoonishly drains as SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW opens the door, still remaining OFF-SCREEN.

SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW

(O.S.)

You're welcome, by the way.

OVERHEAD SHOT of ELLIE, lying on the ground, covered in blood, as he coughs up blood. He gives the camera a thumbs up.

IRIS OUT, ZOOM onto ELLIE's smiling face.

THE END.