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collapsedglasshouses · 9 months

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Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 4]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets to their hotel room, she finally finds closure to all the confusing events.

Warnings: MDNI!!, 18+, NSFW, SMUT, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it before you tap it!), fluffy as hell, swearing, let me know if I forgot something

Taglist: @jakekiszkasguitarpick @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens (congrats you can call yourself 'jazz' first tag team members' lmao)

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A/N: Well, well, well… I don’t even know what to say… I couldn’t wait until tomorrow so here you have the next chapter! I let myself get inspired for this chapter. I read The Love Hypothesis again and this one quote out of it will always stick with me. Do you notice which one?

It's been three minutes since Noah left the room. You heart was racing. You didn't even know what to think. Didn't he say he wanted to talk about this when we got home? Was it going to be bad?

Your mind was racing when you stepped closer to Jolly. "I need you to do me a favor-..." - "Not going into our room for the next three hours and at best keep Nick from going to bed so he doesn't hear anything? You're welcome."

You gave Jolly a thankful and apologetic smile before slowly walking away from your group. When you came to a stop in front of your hotel room, you couldn't help but feel like you felt that night you landed under Noah's bed. Does he just wanna have sex now?

You quietly opened the door with your key and stepped into the room. There he was. Sitting on his bed, staring straight ahead seemingly deep in his thoughts. You quickly got out of your high heels before walking towards him. When you sat down next to him, you let out a devoted sigh.

"We should talk about this." He said quietly before swallowing hard. You knew this was going to be hard. Neither Noah nor you were good at talking about serious topics when it came to things between you two. You remembered that often when you annoyed each other, you would just remain silent until there was no longer a problem. So now you just nodded and hoped he would begin to talk.

But nothing happened. You two sat their in silence.

You started to think. You knew you wanted to talk with him but not once you thought about what you actually felt. It wasn't normal for best friends to just randomly hook up after ten years of being nothing but platonic.

You exhaled frustrated. "Fuck... We behave like fucking teenagers, Noah. We're literally grown adults. Why is it so fucking hard to just talk?" You stood up and started pacing around the room.

Noah looked at you. When you noticed it, you came to a stand in front of him. "What is this?" - "Y/N, I have no idea." - "I don't know it either but we need to figure it out before someone gets hurt."

Now he was the one who sighed and than he cradled his head in his hands.

"What the fuck are we doing?" You began to cry out. "What the fuck am I even doing?" With that his head shot back up to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Noah..." You swallowed hard, being a lot more sad and frustrated than you originally thought. "You are... a fucking well known rock star. You aren't just the boy anymore who lived down the street that I maybe admired a little too much when you came over to game with my brother." You sighed. "You aren't even the boy anymore who took my virginity because I was panicking about being the last in my friend group... You are a lot more now... You are you and I am me and... I don't even know what I was thinking. You are literally my best friend, Noah."

"So-..." He began. "...you regret what happened between us?" You had a feeling his eyes changed with your statement. They looked emptier.

"No, no, no...Noah." You cried out and looked at him apologetic. "That's not even in the slightest close to reality... That's the problem… I don't regret one second with you. I think, there wasn't one day in the past two weeks that I haven’t thought of you." You explained and ran a hand through your hair. "The thing is... I feel weird. On the one hand you are my best friend. You are Nick's best friend. You are the closest friend I ever had. I think nobody knows as much about me as you do. And I love that. But on the other hand there is this thing between us. Something that I have never felt with anyone before. That scares the shit out of me, Noah."

You felt like you read straight out of your diary and metaphorically you lost a piece of clothing with each sentence you spoke to him.

"Y/N."

"I don't wanna be one of your adventures, Noah."

"Y/N."

"I heard you talking about so many girls that come and left. Either them or you not being serious."

"Y/N."

"I saw you get hurt and I don't wanna be the one to do that to you."

"Y/N"

"I just don't wanna be one of those short funny stories that you tell the boys while drinking beer."

"Y/N, you know that would never happen."

"Why are you so sure of that, Noah? Why would you think this all could work? Why would you think Nick wouldn't hate us being... whatever this is?"

"Because I love you."

Your mouth dropped slightly open while you felt like someone knock all the oxygen out of your lungs. You couldn't breath. He loved you.

Your gaze slightly softens while you looked at the man in front of you. The man who also was the boy who told you he would raise a child with you that wasn't even his when you were just 18. The boy who played every song under the planet on his guitar as long as you would stop crying about this guy who broke your heart in eighth grade. You looked at this man, the man who had nothing but love in his heart for you the whole time you knew him.

You swallowed while taking a hesitant step towards him, not being able to form a sentence. You came to a rest when you stood right between his legs.

"You don't have to say it when you don't feel it but-..." - "Say it again, Noah." You lifted his chin so he had no chance but to look you in the eyes. His hands came up to rest at your hips. "I love you, Y/N... I-... I think i loved you for a long time. I just didn't realize it until those things between us happened."

With that you slightly bent down and pressed you lips to his. All of a sudden you felt like you were going to explode. Nothing ever felt this good. Everything that you worried or thought about just started to make sense. It was so clear in front of you all along. You were madly in love with Noah.

You felt how he fidgeted with the sipper on your dress and when he opened it you let it slip down to the floor. He interrupted the kiss for a second to admire you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

Everything inside you started to tingle. Maybe it was his words or his tone. Maybe it was the fact he was so vulnerable around you. You just knew there was no way back. You needed Noah.

You instantly kissed him again while you unbuttoned his pants. When those dropped to the floor, you crawled onto his lap while your tongues started to fight for dominance.

"We definitely need to tell Nick." He gasped, out of breath, while you unbuttoned his black shirt. You nodded. "But definitely not now." You joked and made him chuckle before pushing him back onto the mattress. For a second you just admired him under you. How his laugh reached his eyes. How his lips were slightly pink from your kisses. How his hair fell onto his forehead. You didn't find one thing about this man you didn't love.

You leaned down to him and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked you surprised while his hands drew circles on your exposed hips.

"I love you too, Noah." With that his eyes lit up and with a quick movement you found yourself under him.

"God, I missed you." Noah muttered against your mouth, making you smile. You always wanted to be loved like this and didn't realise he was exactly in front of you.

He quickly helped you out of your bra and before you knew you also lost your underwear.

When he kissed you again, you grabbed his face with your hands, noticing how you missed touching him.

"Fuck" he mumbled as he kissed along your collarbone. This alone let you moan a little. Every cell of your boy craved him.

"I'm not letting you go ever again." he almost moaned out while his hand found your core. His fingers found your clit with ease and he began to work you in circles. Your jaw dropped open in surprise at the shock of pleasure it sent down your spine.

You cried out when he suddenly stopped his movements and kissed his way back up to your face.

"Noah, I need you." You moaned when he looked back into your eyes. "I'm right here." He teased and than started to attack your neck. You knew those kisses would leave bruises, making you moan even loader.

"I-... I need you inside of me." You stuttered while your body seemed to tremble in pleasure.

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me." He moaned while getting up to get out of his boxers.

You bit your lip as you looked at his naked form. He was so pretty. He climbs back on top of you while you open your legs for him. Never in your entire life did you need anyone as bad as you needed him right now.

So when he teases you with the tip of his cock, you could help but squirm for more. You buckle your hips and Noah laughs quiety.

"So needy and wet for me." You could only hum in agreement.

"Please, Noah." You beg. In this moment you just wanted him to tear you in half.

"God, you look so beautiful." He whispered and let his hand travel over your body one more time.

Finally, he started to sink into you. Your mouth fell open while you felt him stretch you out a bit and then pushing you to your limit. Instantly he let his head fall on your shoulder while moaning in sync with you.

Never in your entire life you heard a more beautiful sound. When he finally buried himself inside of you, he paused to let you adjust.

You couldn't even dare to breath in that moment.

"Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear. "Hmmm. Yes... Keep going."

You could feel his smile against your neck. He pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling out of you, drawing a surprised gasp from you before slowly going back into you. He did that a couple of times while heavy breathing was the only sound filling the air.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned into your shoulder, causing you to wrap your arms around him and trying to pull him even closer.

You almost got impatient with his gentle touch so you pushed your hips off the bed to give him a hint that he got immediately.

You let out a small yelp when he suddenly thrusted harder into you hitting a certain spot. Your noises than made him go faster while your nails found their way across his back. If he wasn't that tattooed on his back, it would have been clear evidence about what was happening here.

"Harder." You begged him. He slammed into you causing you to moan even louder, but he dipped down and swallowed your sound with a deep kiss.

"You need to be more quiet, love. When we get to your place you can scream as loud as you want." He growls against your lips. Butterflies started to form in your stomach.

"Let me take care of you." He than whispered against you lips, reaching down between you with his other hand, pressing his index finger against you clit. You truly felt like you were about to explode into thin air and allowed yourself to think about what was happening right now.

Noah, your best friend of more than ten years, the man you were madly in love with, was pounding into you while also fingering you like he never did anything else in the entire world. His pace was almost punishing.

All the tension between you. Every time in the dead of the night when you gaslit yourself into believing you didn't think of him while you had your hand between your legs. All let to this.

When he changed the angle, hitting a new spot, you instantly buried your hands in his hair, as you felt your orgasm built. His hand still circling your clit while thrusting into you. "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to cum for me."

With that you were done. You moaned loudly while you reached your high, digging your nails into Noah's back, causing him to moan too.

That's when you felt it. He groaned your name and you felt him twitch inside of you, cum spreading through you.

It was an interesting sensation for you. One that made you squirm under him. He thrusted as deeply as he could for a few more times. The pleasure causing you to sink your teeth into his shoulder, biting down to lower the volume of your screams.

After you both helped each other through your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm not gonna drop the cheesy question, asking you to be my girlfriend because I think you know I'll not let you go anytime soon." He says before pecking your lips and than getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up.

"I would love to be your girlfriend, Noah." You answered him after came back and cleaned you up. Noah laughed and than wrapped his arms around your torso to cuddle you tightly.

He lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours. "I would love to be your boyfriend too, Y/N."

When he lay back down on your chest, you started playing with his hair and couldn't help but think about the reality that was just meters away from you.

How the hell would you explain all this to your brother?

READ PART 5 HERE.

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Hi!! I just wanna say first that I absolutely adore ur writing :) and I've literally never done this before, tbh, so I'm so sry if I've done anything wrong or smth. :)

But I wanted to suggest maybe a reader thats also an engineer and scientist for the Ghostbusters, who Lars always considered less able than him since reader was quite quiet, and would run their expermients in peace, never rly interacting with people. Until one day reader is talking to lucky or phoebe or smth, and goes off on a tangent when talking abt smth they're working on, and it's a very sudden realisation to him that reader is actually rly knowledgeable, that their intelligence is much greater than he anticipated.

Totally fine if u don't wanna write it, remember to take care of urself!! <3

I always take care of myself <3 you did nothing wrong, a totally perfect request. I hope you like it

You were sitting across the room from Lars, absorbed in your work, headphones on as your head nodded in time to the beat of whatever music you were listening to. He hadn’t heard you arrive that morning. Not an unusual situation. He never heard much from you ever.

You seemed to be so unaware of his gaze on you, watching as your hands moved, fingers typing, adjusting your equipment, writing something down in a notebook. That was something he’d noticed. You kept paper notes.

Insane. Absolutely nuts.

Your head tilted up and he realised he’d been caught watching. His nose wrinkled and he looked back to his own work. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t busy. He had enough to get on with.

There was no reason for you to be there. He kept trying to figure out what it was you did, what you contributed to the lab. You kept to yourself and no one else could tell him what it was you did. You preferred to work alone, and while he could empathise with that as someone who didn’t love working in a team, he did enjoy leading a team of researchers. You’d never agreed to joining him.

He had to assume it’s because you knew you weren’t up to the task.

When he next looked up, you were gone. The workstation was empty and there was nothing to indicate where you’d gone. He couldn’t imagine you were rushing off to tell someone of a great discovery.

You’d never had one before now.

It wasn’t that he felt contempt for you. Surely there was a reason you’d been hired. He just thought everyone should be on his level and you just weren’t. The proof was in the output.

Stretching, arms above his head, he figured it was time for another cup of tea, the one he’d made earlier having gotten cold as he lost himself in his work. Taking the mug, he sauntered towards the small kitchen set up in the back corner.

“So if I can just figure out where the spectrometer has gone then I think I’ll be back on track.”

He paused outside the door. That was your voice. At least, he was pretty sure it was. From the few times he’d heard it he thought it probably was.

There was something there in your voice, not something he’d heard from you before. It was close to excitement. Lingering out of sight, he continued to listen. He certainly wasn’t about to offer the information that he had the spectrometer you were looking for. It would be put to better work in his possession.

“You really think you’ll be able to figure it out?” That would be Lucky. He didn’t realise the two of you talked. Lucky was meant to be his intern, not yours. He didn’t know why it rankled him so much.

“Sure. I mean, Nadeem keeps letting me study him to figure out where the source of his magic is so… I can’t see why I wouldn’t,” you said, “oh but you remember when I hooked him up to the EEG machine?”

“Yeah. You got those weird readings, right?” Lucky prompted.

“Right and I spent hours staring at them trying to work it out. And then inspiration struck. So I thought maybe there was some kind of electrical field going on. Which would be crazy because usually we don’t think the two are linked. But fire conducts electricity and so can humans. So what if the magic is connected to ions? Seems simple, right? Only, the electrical charge usually comes from the gas around the flame rather than the flame itself. So does he actually manipulate the gas? Or, is it this pyrotron subatomic particle we haven’t found yet? I mean, in order to prove that one I have to find quarks in isolation and I think that would rock the science community more than proving the science behind pyrokinesis,” you said, almost all in one breath.

It was easily the most he’d ever heard you say before.

“Because in order to prove that I’d need to show that Nadeem is manipulating pyrotrons with psychic powers, probably through the electric signals in his brain, and making them hit isolated quarks, which don’t exist so… I’m back to looking at electricity in flames because clearly it’s to do with the electrical activity in his brain,” you said, with a sigh at the end.

Lars felt his breath catch. There was so much going on in your brain, so many thoughts, so many theories, and you were investigating something he hadn’t even considered looking at. Maybe that’s why you always worked alone. Your projects were on things no one considered researching. You looked at the world differently.

It was… refreshing.

He’d thought you’d ket silent because you knew you couldn’t keep up with the rest of the scientists. Instead, it looked as if you kept silent because your research was so different from everyone else’s. They were so focused on ghosts. You were trying to understand everything in its entirety.

He felt dumbstruck. Everything he thought he knew was wrong. It wasn’t usual for him and he felt on the backfoot. It was like you’d been lying to him but for that to be true you would have had to have talked to him. This was so much worse. This was him lying to himself.

You were so much smarter than he’d thought and it left him questioning so many things.

Walking through the door, he felt combative, like he wanted to start a fight. Your voice died as he did, eyes widening when you saw him. He offered a tight smile, pouring out the cold tea into the sink. He glanced over his shoulder, finding you turning away.

“I’ll see you later,” you mumbled to Lucky.

You slipped out of the room, not even offering him another look. He scrubbed at the mug, not wanting to bother making another cup, taking his frustration out on it.

“Rough day?” Lucky asked, sliding up to him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he replied.

“No sweat,” she said, “but maybe don’t glare at people when you enter a room. It sure does clear it.”

He didn’t have a response to that, refusing to be shamed by a teenager. He left the mug on the rack to dry and walked out of the room, lips pursed, trying to work out how to feel about everything. He wasn’t used to feeling stupid and yet that’s where he was. He’d judged you because he never heard you talk. Because you kept to yourself. Because you didn’t feel the need to show off like the others around the lab did.

You were sitting in his sight again, the headphones back in place over your ear, pen tapping your notebook in time with your music. You didn’t even look up when he sat down, staring at you. If he allowed himself to admit it, you were lovely to look at. Even trapped in a world of your own, there was something there that he found pleasing. You were soft, like the worries of the world had never curved your shoulders, and your wide eyed gaze left him feeling like there was no pretence. You had never lied. He’d just been a fool.

He stood, hands already grasping the spectrometer he’d stashed in the storage behind his desk. trying to project confidence, he sauntered over with it. Placing it down in front of you, he waited a moment for you to notice. Your gaze dragged up to him and once again he was struck by how lovely your face was. You were slow to tug he headphones off, leaving them hanging around your neck.

“I heard you were looking for this,” he said.

You looked down at the machine in front of you then back up to him. There was a slight curve to your lips, an almost smile marred with a hint of confusion. Your eyelashes fluttered and you tilted your head down, looking back to the spectrometer.

“Thank you,” you said, voice sweet.

It was a sudden thought that he could probably listen to you talk for hours. Not that he’d ever be offered the chance.

“And uh, if you ever need help or want to talk through anything.” His hand came up, rubbing at the back of his neck. He hadn’t felt this awkward since his university days, “I’m just over there. I don’t know if you know. You seem to keep to yourself. So maybe you don’t want the interruption. But yeah, I’m just over there if you need anything.”

Christ, he was rambling. It wasn’t like you were the first pretty girl he’d ever talked to. He didn’t even have a crush on you. What was wrong with him today?

“I’m sure you’re too busy to help me,” you replied, voice quiet and far more put together than him, “you’re always working on something.”

“Oh,” he said, shoulders deflating. You were being polite but of course you didn’t want his help. Especially when you seemed to be a genius in your own right and more than capable of being brilliant without his input.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the offer. But you’re working on important things and I don’t want to bother you with my stuff. You’re probably working on some new weapon that will save someone’s life or something. My stuff is pretty silly in comparison.” Your head was bowed and he wished he could see the expression in your eyes.

“All science is important,” he said.

“No, I know but you know, my stuff isn’t saving the world like yours so, I don’t want to take time away from that,” you said, voice growing quieter the further along you went.

“I’m always happy to help,” he said, hoping it would be enough.

Your eyes darted up to him and he saw panic there. He took a step back, reeling from the look. He knew he wasn’t always the friendliest guy but this was a not the kind of reaction he ever expected from his words, especially when they were meant to be nice. He took another step back.

“Right, well, I’ll stop bothering you,” he said.

Thrusting his hands in his pockets, he wandered back to his own station, shoulders curved forward, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong. Other than ignore you, he couldn’t think of anything you would know about. It’s not as if his thoughts were broadcast over the tannoy system.

Only he hadn’t really been ignoring you, had he? He’d noticed you enough to form an opinion. He watched you. He’d grown used to your habits. He thought about you. Earlier that day he’d been watching you. There was no way he could pretend like you had been a non-entity in his life.

When he looked up at you again, your head dipped down as if you’re been looking at him just a moment ago. He found a flutter in his stomach, like a butterfly taking flight. The thought of you watching him was pleasing. Unless it was because you were wary of him and felt you had to keep an eye on him.

Finally taking the chance, he went to make himself another cup of tea, if only to try and ease you again. Maybe his presence made you uncomfortable. He didn’t like the thought that he made you uncomfortable.

He decided perhaps to keep his distance for a while.

A few days and he stayed away. He didn’t try to engage you in conversation, allowing himself to watch you when he thought you wouldn’t notice. The more attention he paid, the more he realised exactly how wrong he’d been. You kept to yourself, but you were confident in what you were doing. Something had alighted in him, the flame fanned by your confidence. Someone so capable at science was a turn on. He hadn’t expected that. He should have. But he hadn’t.

And he should have expected to hear you in the kitchen again.

“I just find him really intimidating,” you said, just through the doorway.

“Why?” Lucky laughed.

“He’s so smart and I know you’re going to make fun of me for this, but he’s really handsome. I’ve never been good around smart pretty people,” you said.

He lent closer, wanting to hear more. He didn’t know who you were talking about and the thought someone else in the lab was receiving such compliments made him feel disgruntled.

“Just talk to him,” Lucky said, “he’s not that scary.”

“I can’t,” you whined, “I get all tongue tied around him and he offered to help me and I just… I totally put my foot in it.”

Who else had been offering you help? He would hunt them down and make it clear to stay away from you. Or, no, that would just make you more scared of him. He had to gentle dissuade them from helping you.

“Yeah, trust me, he’s done that plenty of times,” Lucky snorted, “seriously, just talk to him again. Two awkward nerds deserve each other.”

You gave a small chuckle and he could imagine the soft smile on you face, small, underfed, and yet still there.

“I didn’t think he even know I existed,” you eventually said.

“Look, Pinfield is awkward and not always nice. But it sounds like at the very least he’s never outright insulted you. That’s more than Dan over in R&D can say,” Lucky said.

Pinfield. He was Pinfield. You were talking about him.

“Yeah, well, you crush on guys who actually give you the time of day. I crush on the silent guy who’s science is brilliant but who couldn’t be bothered with so much as a hello,” you said.

That wasn’t true, was it? He’d offered you help. And then gone back to not talking to you at all. He’d gone about this all wrong.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t take my frustration out on you,” you said.

“No, you should take it out on him.”

This was met with silence before Lucky’s laughter burst out, loud and long and he could inly imagine the look on your face. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy… He was sure it would be… Well, he was very open to it if the chance arose.

He slipped away to mull over what he’d overheard. He intimidated you. Because you had a crush on him. And you thought he didn’t like you in any way, that he didn’t even notice you.

Yeah, he’d fucked that one up. No one but himself to blame.

He paid attention for when you returned to your work station, across the other side of the room, quiet and focused. And beautiful. How hadn’t he thought that before? Or rather, how hadn’t he noticed it?

He was so caught up in his own assumptions about you he hadn’t taken the time to notice. He cursed his past self for being so caught up in his own ego to notice what was sitting right under his nose.

Steeling himself, he rose and made his way over to you. He loitered across the bench from you. You were still listening to music and hadn’t seemed to notice him. Tapping his finger on your notebook, he tried to get your attention. You looked up, startled, eyes widening when you laid eyes on him.

“I was thinking of going out for lunch and was wondering if you wanted to join me,” he said, trying to sound confident but also approachable. He realised he was treating you like an animal prone to startling.

“Oh, uh, I actually brought lunch today,” you said.

“Maybe tomorrow?” he asked, “I’d love to hear more about your work.”

“Why?” You sounded so bewildered it was almost offensive.

“I don’t know much about what you’ve been working on. Is it so odd I might want to know about it?” he asked.

“You’ve never asked before. Have I done something wrong? Because if I have I’m really sorry and I’ll stop doing whatever it is,” tumbled from your lips and he was reminded that you found him intimidating, “I really am sorry. If you just let me know what it is I can stop doing it.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” he was quick to say before you could continue rambling an apology for something that hadn’t happened, “I’m just interested in what you’re working on.”

“Why?” You sounded defensive now.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was trying. He was really trying. And you just weren’t getting it. You were making it so difficult.

When he opened his eyes you were frozen, as if waiting to be told off. Taking a deep breath in, he offered you a smile, his best attempt as he tried to when he felt such roiling emotions.

“You’re an asset to our team and you’re working on things I’m not involved in. I’m curious. That’s all,” he said, desperate to put you at ease.

“Oh.” You voice was so quiet.

“If you don’t want my company I understand. I thought it would be nice to get to know one another a bit better. Whatever. I see I was wrong.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away from you. He must have misheard. Clearly you and Lucky hadn’t been talking about him.

“Wait,” you said. He paused, looking back at you over his shoulder, “lunch would be nice.”

His shoulders relaxed and he let the corner of his lips curl up in a small smile. Your answering one stole his breath.

“Come on then,” he said.

You hopped off your stool and he realised you didn’t even come up to his shoulder. He could wrap you up in his arms and you would be completely engulfed in him. He found that thought tempting.

Walking beside him as you left the lab, you weren’t looking at him, gaze turned towards your feet. His hand closed around your arm, steering you in the right direction. You looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. His head dipped towards you, not able to stop himself. There was something about you.

He spent the entire lunch watching you, basking in your presence. You were slow to open up, answering his questions about your work softly. But once he got you going, your eyes sparked and the words tumbled from your lips faster than he could have thought possible. Your passion was clear and it only drew him in further.

“I dunno. Maybe’s its stupid,” you said, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I don’t think it sounds stupid at all,” he said and noticed the way that seemed to turn you bashful. Your chin dipped and you couldn’t look at him. He lent forward again, over the table, trying to catch your eye, “you sound like you know what you’re talking about.”

It was a quick flash of a smile, that same piece of hair falling forward again. You reached up to tuck it back again but his fingers were already there, doing it for you. You looked up, mouth falling open but you didn’t seem to be drawing back from him. His fingertips brushed over your jaw before he retracted his hand, pulling it back to his side of the table.

“Oh,” you said, almost a whisper, practically nothing but the movement of lips without sound.

“I’d like to do this again,” he said, assuming honesty was better than beating around the bush.

The look of surprise that passed over your face wasn’t what he’d been hoping for. But then you softened, that small smile reappearing.

“Really?” you asked.

“Sure. I find myself fascinated by you,” he said.

“Like I’m one of your experiments?”

He hadn’t expected that.

“No. Christ no,” he said, perhaps louder than intended, “fascinated like I like you.”

“Oh.”

“Can you say something other than that,” he demanded, then realised that wasn’t a good idea, “please?”

“Okay,” you said, giving him a shallow nod, “we can do this again.”

“We can?” He brightened, “we can.”

“But only because I like you too,” you said, not looking at him again.

So he had heard right. He felt a sense of satisfaction hearing the words from you. He would never admit it, but it wasn’t often someone liked him. Maybe that’s why he’d been doing so badly with you. Or not so badly since you were going to go out with him again.

He led you back to the lab, hand resting on the small of your back, the material of your jumper soft against his skin. You were half a step closer, leaning into his touch more.

It was a good sign.

Thank god he’s listened in to your conversation with Lucky otherwise he never would have been able to find you. And he thought you might be changing his life for the better. Your smile was already capable of brightening his day.

He was excited to see what was to come with you.

#lars pinfield #lars pinfield imagine #lars pinfield x reader #request #anon

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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Thank you @robobbin for this adorable commission of Mafiafell Sans caring for their OC sick at home. You know I can't live without big scaryboys absolutely melting when their darling is unwell <3

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“hey sweetcheeks.”

You looked up from your position nestled on the couch, a flash of hot confusion and embarrassment momentarily awakening you from your feverish stupor. That... wasn’t the voice you expected to hear, coming through your front door. You lifted your head up a few inches- movement in inches was all you could manage right now.

... It was Sans. Sans was in your house. He had a nice, pressed red shirt and black pants- your spare keys hooked onto a claw, two plastic bags over one of his big arms, and an unreadable lilt to his shark grin.

“... Sans?” You mumbled, eyes widening into saucers. You felt your cheeks immediately get even hotter.

Your fever hadn’t improved, as you’d hoped it would. In fact, it had only gotten worse as the hours wore on; moving and thinking had grown increasingly impossible. In a total mess, you’d called Papyrus, asking if he could bring over something for you to eat... though you didn’t actually recall what he’d said back to you, most of it just blurring together in your head.

... You’d been expecting Pap. Pap knew you, he'd already seen you weak and gross before. Pap had carried you home from the gym, once, after you made the mistake of trying to keep up with his workout.

You were not anticipating the arrival of his hot brother, whom you had a massive crush on.

Despite feverishly sweating, you pulled the blanket further up over you. You felt embarrassed to be seen like this.

“sorry, i know you were expectin’ boss.” He put both of the plastic bags down onto the coffee table, crouching beside the couch to be closer to your eye level. You twisted your hands in the blanket, his proximity making your heart thump. “he’s swamped with work, so i’m droppin off the emergency goods instead. though i’ll be sure to let him know you missed him.”

“... O-oh.” Your mind was fried. You stared- he looked great. It felt like the longer you knew each other, the better he dressed, it was amazing how his presence could simultaneously make you feel so much worse but also so much better. “N-no, it’s okay. I’m... fine. You’re fine.”

He chuckled, musically, eyelights warm. His voice felt good in your painful chest. “i’m fine?”

“N-not like... fine as in hot. Fine as in okay.” Your cheeks were just on fire at this point. The fever had removed any and all barriers between your head and your mouth, so words just waterfalled out. “Not that you’re not hot. You are. You’re very hot. You.. uh,”

... Shit. Again, that little edge to his smile. You wanted to sink between the couch cushions and die.

Rather than make fun of you, Sans just gently reached over you, placing a cold compress against your forehead. He was so close you could smell him.

“you’re burning up. and ya look terrible. i’m gonna stay over and watch you.”

"N-no-!!" You blurted, nearly sitting up. The guy you liked, staying and seeing you completely out of it, at your absolute worst? No???

He grinned. "sorry, pet. not gettin' rid of me until your fever goes down."

... You covered your face with both hands. This was mortifying. Were you glad he was here? Absolutely. You didn't want to be alone right now, and his insistence on staying despite your protests felt good. But you still wanted to die.

“pap really went nuts with the food when he found out you were unwell. y’know he’s got a list of all your allergies? let’s see...” You could hear him start unpacking the bags, placing things onto the table. “some funky soup. saltines, popsicles, iced coconut water. ginger candy... whole bunch of herbal teabags. you ever had sea tea?”

You kept one hand on your face, gesturing randomly with the other. “Soup. Soup please.”

“soup comin’ right up, gorgeous.”

You tried to say thank you, but just a weak grumble came out, the room was spinning again. You heard him move into the kitchen... so you just let yourself sink back into the couch, comforted by another person’s presence.

...

You didn’t know how much time passed, he eventually returned. You could smell something nice.

"hey. can ya sit up a lil, for me?'

... You didn’t really respond to his query. Curled in blankets like a feverish squirrel, you merely made a sound in the back of your throat to acknowledge him. The fever was getting worse.

... Big hands, on your body. There was movement... Sans shifted you, everything spun. You were vaguely aware of him sitting you up, supporting you with one big hand- you did your best to just watch his face, focus on his lovely red eyelights.

"c'mon. soup’s ready. here comes the airplane."

... Despite the state of you, that made you giggle. And judging by the smile that filled your wobbling vision... he liked the sound.

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...

... He was probably enjoying himself a little too much.

Sans shifted his legs into a slightly comfier position from his spot in front of the couch. This definitely wasn’t what he thought he’d be doing today. He’d been planning on going out for a drink, maybe crossing some names off a list while his blood was up- the usual stupidity he filled his free time with.

... Then he got Pap’s call about you. And instantly, it had felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

Now, here he was; in his crush’s house, spoon-feeding her warm soup, trying to keep a nonchalant face while wrestling with an (emotional) noisy Soul.

... i haven’t felt like this in a long time.

You were so cute. His nasal ride wrinkled, and he pinched the soup spoon a bit tighter, restraining the urge to grab your cheek- he felt bad for not being able to stop thinking about how cute you looked, when you were so unwell. But he couldn’t help it. All snuggled up in blankets, hair frizzy and unkempt, glasses askew, flushed and warm... you had a twinkly, glazed look to your eyes, not too dissimilar from the look people got when they were drunk. He’d been fighting the urge to ruffle your hair this whole time.

...

Sans bit his tongue. This was mundane, compared to his normal life. Some might even consider it a chore. But... he hadn’t felt this nice in so long. He felt... useful. Wanted.

When was the last time someone had been openly, willingly, weak around him? When was the last time someone was in a state of fragility, and wanted him nearby?

Mushy feelings filled his chest. Soft. Overprotective. He was hyper-aware of how sick you were and he didn’t want to leave your side, not even for a second, not even to go home. Even just acknowledging those emotions made colour rise to his cheekbones... he hadn't felt anything like this level of protectiveness since Pap was just a babybones.

... But damn... it felt good to be needed.

...

Warm fingers curled around his hand.

He very nearly jumped out of his fucking seat at the sensation- he fumbled the soup spoon, mumbling out a little ‘shit’ as he broke out of his thoughts, turning to look at you.

... Your tiny hand was wrapped around two of his phalanges. Sparkly eyes peered up at him.

fuck. His Soul thudded in his throat. don’t look away from me.

"... h-hey. c'mon." His voice was shaky. "that ain't fair."

"Huh?" Came your bleary reply. so fucking cute. stop it.

"you've stolen my hand, doll."

... You looked to his captured hand, slowly. Like you only just realised you had it.

...

"... Mine now." You mumbled.

...

He tried to muster up a quick joke, like always. Tried to come up with a sharp-witted response. Something with swagger, something with a flirtatious edge, something with confidence that would show you how cool and collected he was.

...

Nothing came out of his mouth. It was like trying to start an empty car.

“... o-oh.”

...

"... You're great." You said, eyes fluttering closed.

"... huh?"

"Great guy. Handsome guy. Nice to me." It didn't sound like you intended those thoughts to be said out loud. He felt his eyelights flare- his Soul was thumping against his ribs.

Words banged at his tongue, but the only sound he managed to get out was a tiny shaking hum of affirmation.

You drew his hand up toward your face, he absolutely had the strength to stop you but he felt like he’d been flashbanged. All he could do was watch... as turned on your side to get cosy, pulled up his hand to your face... and happily nuzzled the back of it.

“My big guy.” You murmured.

...

Just like that, you were asleep.

...

Sans used his free hand to cover his face. His whole skull was carmine red, glowing like a campfire. It made him look almost as feverish as you.

...

i never want to leave.

#commissions #okay but MF SANS #can i get an amen up in here #only the most delightful bastards in this household

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okay so i don't know if this is gonna make a lick of sense but for the past three days i've had nothing on my mind but rodimus with a bigger than average anterior node

every single time he walks around it rubs against the inside of his modesty panels and it keeps swelling up with energon and then it creates a feedback loop that makes him constantly horny because of how good the smooth metal of his panels feels against the sensative nub of his node

maybe he gets it pierced and the metal of the piercing just increases the ever growing feedback loop and he just spends his days constantly horny if he's got his panels closed

ough modesty panels being a suggestion rather than a requirement on the lost light because roddy doesn't wanna be unbearably horny all the damn time with no way to blow off all the charge but the new rules regarding modesty backfires because bots keep cornering him in the hallways or on the bridge to rub at his node and after playing with it for a while they leave to get back to whatever they're doing and poor roddy is left pent up and drooling from how good it feels to have people rubbing at his anterior node with their rough fingers

magnus hooks up a chain to his piercing and a little device that shocks his node whenever rodimus starts slacking on his datawork and roddy gets so turned on from the electricity that when magnus comes into his office to check on him, he finds rodimus slumped over his desk, a datapad in one servo and the other frantically fingering his node and tugging on the chain as the device keeps shocking him. magnus pulling him into his lap and cranking the device all the way up to the highest setting and roddy seizes up and cums so hard he bluescreens because this is the first time since the lost light took off that he's had an overload because everyone keeps edging him by toying with his oversized node. it's like a fun little toy for the crew to play with, like a stress button that just so happens to come with a captain that squeaks and squeals whenever you pinch or pull on the squishy button that sticks out of his valve

oh maybe combined with boobs out roddy's got really sensitive nipples too. megatron gets them pierced because "oh they'll look so nice rodimus, very befitting of a prime" and while he says it as an offhand joke after they frag, when rodimus shows up to his next shift with panels and chestplates wide open and a series of pretty crystal flowers attached to a bunch of chains that crisscross from his nipples and around his hips and finally latched onto the piercing on his node megatron certainly isn't complaining

ough minimus slipping himself under rodimus desk and sucking on his node for hours as a form of encouragement and roddy barely lasts one hour before he's a sobbing, drooling mess.

swerve sets him up in a glory hole at the bar and mechs get the opportunity to frag all his holes and if they pay a little extra they can set off a super strong vibrator magnitised onto roddy's node and only the spikes in his intake muffle the screams that he lets out whenever the vibrator gets turned on

sorry for the long ask, i just think rodimus deserves to have a big sensitive node that gets played with <3

-burnt ice anon

t-dick Rodimus hell YES. This is so fucking good and now it's living in my mind too...

Rodimus' node being so big he can't keep it in his panels, having to walk around the ship with his pussy completely bare, which turns out to be a problem because people just won't stop touching it. And he can't even bring himself to stop them because it feels so damn good to be pushed against a wall, knees buckling while one of his crew rubs him almost to completion. Everytime someone corners him he lets them pinch and squeeze his node in the hope that they'll let him finish this time.

People sitting down next to Rodimus at the bar and casually lowering a hand between his legs, playing with his fat node until there's lubricants dripping down his seat. After they've finished their drink, they just leave Rodimus there with his legs spread and node twitching, ready to get idly played with by someone else.

mhmmm Rodimus with a piercing on his node and a chain connected to it. Sometimes Magnus pulls him around by the chain, torturing his poor pussy but it's the only way to get him to go to the bridge when he's slacking off…. Rodimus suddenly cumming all over himself in the middle of the hallway while he's being pulled forth by the chain, stumbling behind Magnus, begging him to stop and give him a while to recover but Magnus is too done with his shit, and just tugs on hs node harder.

Roddy getting his node played with and begging them to put their spike inside, but they refuse, bullying his pretty clit until he's a panting mess and his valve is clenching around nothing. Perhaps he ends up having his spike sheath locked and the only way he can overload now is with his node... (not to push on my newly discovered virginity kink but… Rodimus still having his seals in when he's captaining the lost light. He only ever gets his node played with, tight little hole remaining untouched while his clit is abused and bruised repeatedly throughout the day…)

#valveplug #OKAY #okay #no actually. i think i hauve covid #overstimulation #t-dick rodimus

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wonderthor · 1 year

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Birthday Bliss

late night quick writes

a/n: y’all i’m tired and gotta get up for work in like 3 hours😩😭

pairing: husband!geto suguru x black!female!reader

summary: sometimes things just don’t go as planned when you plan a special evening for your husband’s birthday, but that’s the best part.

warnings: married couple, SMUT 18+ (light choking, light degradation, pet names, mirror sex, p in v, no protection, creampie, light biting, cervix bruising, dirty talk, light slapping/spanking, light teasing), cursing, lingerie, unedited

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you were running very VERY late. it was your husband’s birthday and you planned this lowkey but special day for him and you were about to ruin it. you were ahead of schedule, as always, until you hit a bunch of unforeseen traffic on the way home from the mall. you told yourself you should have left earlier, but you were too busy looking at all the beautiful dresses in your favorite store. you went to the mall to buy yourself a sexy lingerie set, which didn’t take you long, but you still got distracted and now you were paying for it. which is why you’re on the phone scrambling around your closet trying to find your fancy dark blue gown.

“i know i know, i’m getting dressed as fast as i can! i’ll be there soon, just see if they can sit our table down when it’s time for our reservation in case i get there late. do you think i should just tell him to meet us there? i know it will ruin the surprise but that way he won’t be late to his own birthday dinner at least.”

you got undressed down to your new lingerie set as you talked on the phone and raked through your dresses. you finally found the dress you were looking for and laid it out. you were just about to unzip the dress to put it on when you heard a voice and felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your torso.

“hey baby, i missed you,” your husband whispered in your ear before kissing you on the cheek.

your eyes widened. shit, shit, shit! how come i didn’t hear him come in?, you thought to yourself. “umm, ok i’ll see you later bye!”, you rambled into the phone and hung up on your friend.

you turned around and broke away from geto’s grasp to face him, retuning a kiss to his cheek. “hey honey! i missed you too. but we’re going somewhere, it’s a surprise so i’m not gonna tell you, so i gotta get dressed real quick okay?”

you turned towards your dress and started to unzip it before you realized he was still standing behind you. you turned to him and noticed he was staring right at you, well right at your body. he was eyeing you up and down, with a look in his eye that you knew all too well. you looked down and realized you were in nothing but your new lingerie set that was meant to be revealed to him after dinner. damn, i guess nothing is going as planned today.

he walked towards you and you walked backwards, trying to create some distance. “baby wait, we’re going to a restaurant with our friends and we need to hurry cuz it’s almost time for our reservation okay? g-geto?”, you spoke in a calm, slow manner as if you were pleading for your life, geto slowly but surely walking closer to you as a hunter slowly closes in on their prey. your back hit the wall with a thud and your husband stared intensely down at you, and god did you feel like you were about to be eaten alive.

he swiftly grabbed your ass and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands instinctively holding onto his shoulders. “i don’t think they would mind if we were only a couple minutes late. besides, it’s my birthday so i’m allowed to get what i want when i want, right princess?”. he whispered the last two words right into your ear, causing a shiver to erupt through your entire body.

you and your husband’s phones were ringing off the hook, most likely because you were now wayyy late to your reservation. but for some reason you couldn’t even begin to care. maybe it was because your husband currently had you bent over the bathroom counter with his massive dick hammering away at your insides and turning them to mush. you gripped onto the counter for dear life to steady yourself, although you gave up on keeping your head up as your cheek pressed against the cool marble, drooling against it. your mind was nowhere to be found and your husband wasn’t helping as he whispered the nastiest filth into your ears. “fuck baby, sucking me in like the needy little slut you are. look at you, taking me so well, such a good girl for me. so tight princess, i could stay right here and fuck you all night and day if i could. you’re my perfect little angel, aren’t you baby? so pretty and perfect just for me.”

you could honestly cum from just his words alone, or from his dick splitting you open and bruising your cervix in every thrust. his hips swiveled and he ran right into your g-spot, making you jolt up and cry out. he snickered and moved one of his hands up, wrapping it tight around your throat. “look at you, baby. you look so pretty like this, so pretty when you’re about to come all over me. come on princess, open your eyes and look,” he swooned in your ear before giving two firm pats to your cheek, effectively making you open your eyes.

you faced your reflection in the bathroom mirror, saw how your eyes were lidded and drool ran all the way down from your lips to his arm that was around your throat. that caused you to focus on his strong arms full of bulging muscles and veins, then up to his sweaty hair that was all over the place. you clenched down around him, as watching him fuck the life out of you brought you that much closer to your high. “fuck baby, are you about to come for me? squeezin around me so fuckin tight. tell me sweetheart -shit!- tell me,” he called out to you, making you wonder how he could speak as if he was simply stating poetry all the while his hips were slamming into you at breakneck speed.

“about t-to cum, baby. please, please let me cum,” you moaned out mostly coherently. you’re eyes hit the back of your head as his powerful thrusts hit your sweet spot over and over and his heavy balls slapped against your puffy and sensitive cunt. he squeezed your throat even tighter and the pace of his hips told you that he was close too.

“oh shit baby, that’s right. cum for me, it’s okay, cum for me babygirl.” your entire body tensed as you came hard against him, shaking and jolting as you let out a stream of cries and whimpers. with a couple more thrusts, geto bit down on your shoulder, cumming inside you and filling you up to the brim. he gradually slowed his thrusts down to a stop, leaning on your back and your head fell onto the counter face first. all that could be heard now was heavy panting, although you really couldn’t hear much since your mind was still floating in the heavens above. once your husband was able to breathe calmly, he leaned up and slowly placed kisses all the way up your back. he kissed up to your ear and whispered, “come back to me baby.”

your soul crashed back into your body and you leaned up, supporting yourself on your shaky arms. “i’m right here baby, happy birthday.” he smiled at you and gave a deep and passionate kiss.

“thank you, and thank you for giving me the best gift ever.” he turned you around so you were facing him, pulling you into an intimate make out session. suddenly, you heard a phone ringing again and you both pulled away. oh shit. your husband walked to his phone first and you carefully hopped of the counter and followed him into the bedroom to get yours. you scrolled through seemingly endless texts and missed call notifications from your friends. they were probably pissed or worried, or both. your husband’s cackle broke you away from your phone and you looked up at him. he walked over to you with his phone.

“look at this, look at what satoru sent me.” he showed you the text on his phone that read: “oh my god, you’re fucking her aren’t you? all of your friends are waiting at this restaurant and you’re fucking screwing your wife while we wait and die of starvation. it’s okay, because i’m ordering the most expensive shit here and i’ll make sure you pay for it.😡😡”

you clasped your hand over your mouth as you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. “oh my god, we’re so horrible! our friends waited so long for us, i feel so bad!”

your husband laughed at your shame, “don’t feel bad, it’s my birthday remember? come on, let’s get dressed and try to make it there before everyone leaves,” your husband said as he threw a shirt over his head.

“ugh, i told you we should have waited until after dinner,” you said as you turned to walk into your closet. but before you walked away, your husband pulled you into him and held your chin so you looked straight into his eyes.

“oh don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll have plenty more fun when we get home later, okay?” he slapped your ass before letting you go to walk into your closet. now your cheeks were heating up for a different reason.

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highonmarvel · 9 months

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You didn’t need that, did you?

Steve Kemp: You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs.

An entry for Day 3 of the exciting @sintember challenge!

Prompt: You didn’t need that, did you?, ft Steve Kemp, Fresh (2022).

Warnings: Complete filth; very subtle cannibalistic tendencies; implied surgical mutilation. 18+!

An hour you had been sitting on an uncomfortable barstool, slowly sipping on drinks. You don’t even know why you came, maybe you thought it would be fun, maybe you thought you’d meet someone; neither of those was the case.

You drop your head on your shoulder, face to the right at the stool that had been empty seconds ago, you could have sworn. You startle slightly at the sight, though you’re not unpleasantly surprised; a man with odd cerulean eyes, a sharp jawline and a debonair smirk has his head tilted your way.

“Did I scare you?”

He asks. It seems lighthearted, you know it is, but really deep in your stomach you feel a twist of some kind, barely, though, your senses hyper focused on how he’s making you feel with his hungry gaze. Hungry.

“A little,” you admit with a small smile, taking the last sip of your drink.

He lets out a breathy laugh and offers, “Can I buy you another?”

Steve, is his name, and for the rest of the night, he’s absolutely magnetic as he speaks, but you can barely comprehend what he’s saying, trying desperately to keep the conversation going when there’s just this burning between your legs. You shift uncomfortably, trying to get some form of friction, subtly. He had to have noticed.

You hadn’t even noticed how close he was until he brushes his fingers over your knee, just under the hem of your dress, and your sentence is cut off with a choked gasp; you can tell by the amused smirk on his face he’s having fun with this, but you can’t even find it in you to spew a witty remark when all you can think about is how good he would feel.

You shift once more a little closer to him, trying to get his hands to budge up a little further. He smooths his palms over the sides of your knees and up your thighs; hooking his fingers under your flesh, he rubs soothing circles with his thumbs.

“You’re burning up,” he notes, maybe more to himself than to you, yet steel blue eyes holding you hostage with that heated gaze; you swear his pupils have dilated.

You can’t respond, afraid if you open your mouth it’ll only be a pathetic whimper that comes out, but you don’t need to.

He changes his circular movements to the opposite direction. He leans in so close it scares you how little self control you’re working on right now.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. Maybe that fact it didn’t even sound like a question should have you hearing faint alarm bells, but all you can hear is your own heartbeat and his low voice.

You’re nodding in earnest before he’s even finished his sentence, and soon you’re both rushing out the bar. You slide into the passenger seat of an expensive looking car you can’t care to name as you wonder how on earth you’re gonna control yourself on the drive.

You give him your address and soon he’s got you up against your bedroom wall, harsh breaths being exchanged between heated kisses as his hands roam your body.

He practically throws you onto the bed and you giggle, bouncing once before he’s pulled you by your ankles, legs hanging over the edge of the bed as he rests his head between your thighs.

He runs his palms over your thighs, admiring them like they’re perfectly sculpted.

“Fuck, you’re so soft…” he drawls as he presses kisses to your inner thighs, rubbing his cheeks across your supple flesh. He bites you and you jerk, hands flying to his hair and tugging, just trying to get his mouth to where it needs to be, you’re fucking soaked.

He runs his hands up and then down your sides and grips your hips harsh enough to leave half moon dents in your skin you’re sure you’ll see the marks of tomorrow, as he pulls your heat closer to him.

“I know you taste good…”

…

The next morning you wake up sore; an ache between your legs was to be expected, but this was a dull throbbing from the top of your right leg. You reach a hand down to feel it, but running your hand down you stop short, your fingers falling to a mattress—a mattress that had to have been thinner than yours—your leg ending much sooner than you expected, much soon that it should.

You gasp and sit up with much effort, throwing a thin white sheet off of you to get a look at your right thigh.

At the sound of a shifting chair your head snaps up; Steve is seated by a door, leaning forward towards you.

“You didn’t need that, did you?”

♯

#sintember 2023 #steve kemp x reader #dark steve kemp x reader #dark steve kemp x you #dark!steve kemp #dark steve kemp #steve kemp x y/n #dark!steve kemp x reader #steve kemp smut

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n0tangeliccc · 11 months

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Not so long distance

Kyle x reader

(All characters are 18+)

Warning: nothing, fluffffffffff

A/N: Angie come back?? Idk maybe, inspiration for this hit randomly anyways hiii<3

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You and Kyle had been dating for a year before you moved away for college. It was a hard decision but both you and Kyle knew that the opportunities you were being offered were to good to be turned down.

Saying goodbye was the worst part about it but eventually you both quickly got used to the distance. Time zones were a challenge at first but you guys found ways around it. Everyday you guys would text and call for hours, you would fall asleep on call, and wake up to sweet good morning messages from him.

Today felt different for some reason, he sent you the usual good morning text but after that it was radio silence. It made you nervous but you assumed he was just busy for the day, Kyle did always bury himself in work.

You sighed as you stared at the still unread text you had sent him hours ago. You put your phone down and throw yourself onto your pillow. For the first time during your long distance relationship you felt lonely. Grabbing one of your extra pillows you cling onto it and close your eyes wishing it could be your boyfriend, you hadn’t realized how much you truly missed him until now.

Knock, knock

You sit up confused, it was late why would your roommate be knocking now?

Knock, knock

“Hey um Y/N, there’s someone here looking for you”

Your eyes widen as you shoot up from bed and open your room, “Who??”

“I don’t know some dude, he’s in the living room” You nod as you walk over to the living room.

You freeze as you notice those familiar fiery red curls, that gorgeous hooked nose littered in freckles, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. “Kyle?!?” Your voice is shaky as you run over to him. He stands up as soon as he sees you and runs to you, meeting you in the middle. “Y/n, I’ve missed you so much” Kyle grins as he squeezed you hard. “I’ve missed you too Ky” you sniffed as happy tears ran down your cheeks. “Oh sweetheart why are you crying?” “I’m just so happy, I can’t believe you flew over here.”

“Of course I did darling,” He caressed your cheek with his thumb softly. “And I have some news.” You cocked your head to the side curiously. “I’m moving over here Y/n, we don’t have to be long distance anymore”.

You’re jaw dropped in disbelief, “Are you serious?? You’re not kidding are you??” “Not at all, I’ve been planning this since you left and now I finally have enough money to stay and get an apartment big enough for the both of us!” Kyle grinned widely. “That’s amazing!! Oh I’m so excited!!” You smiled.

“I was getting sick of this long distance shit” He chuckled, “Well no need to worry about that now hun, we’re both together again”

“Yeah and I’m never letting you leave me again” He chuckled again as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. Oh how you’ve missed him, but now that you had him here with you everything was perfect again.

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#south park x reader #south park fanfiction #south park x y/n #south park x you #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x you #kyle broflovski x y/n

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userlando · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

steve harrington x female!reader [3.9k] summary ⤍ being without steve for four weeks was torture enough, and waiting another two hours for him to get off work just won’t do. warnings ⤍ 18+ (mdni) petname use, slight use of derogatory language, explicit language, explicit smut, kissing, semi-public, groping, brief fingering, oral sex (m receiving), gagging, come swallowing. a/n ⤍ first (but not last) steve fic. the man just does things to me :/ i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you like it!! let me know what you think, thank you for all the love <3

The sun had just set below the horizon, blanketing Hawkins in eerie darkness as you pedalled down the street as hard as your body could handle. You’d spent the last five hours sitting in your parents car so your body was feeling a little sluggish but you didn’t let it deter you from biking uphill.

It was August and summer was drawing to a close, which meant that thankfully, so was your parents’ impromptu trip to your aunt’s house two states over. They’d been reluctant to leave you alone in the house for the majority of the summer and had thus, decided to drag you along and ruin a part of your summer.

Your plans with Steve and your friends had gone up in smoke after that, and your boyfriend had been particularly pouty when you’d first broken the news to him. It had taken him a hefty amount of cuddles and kisses to wipe the sadness from his face, assuring him that it would only be four weeks. You’d made it work though, with phone calls and writing disgustingly romantic and intimate letters to each other until the need to see him became much too great to satisfy with a measly letter or the sound of his voice.

There was only so much privacy you could get when you were sharing a roof with seven other people and the only phone was hooked up in the kitchen.

You’d planned for Steve to come pick you up after his late night shift at Family Video, and then you could hopefully make up for lost time at his place. But his shift was ending in two hours and you’d lasted all of an hour of sitting in your room before you broke and snuck out of your house.

You were sweating by the time the video store sign was within sight, biking the last distance with a smile that was growing a mile on your face with every second you got closer to seeing your boyfriend. It had been four weeks, way too long without each other seeing as you both were weirdly attached at the hip.

The tinkling of the bell above the door announced your arrival as you pushed through, stepping into the surprisingly empty store. It was a Thursday, and you figured people had better things to do than rent movies and spend their time indoors. It didn’t matter to you though. Your eyes were already scanning the store and standing on your tiptoes to see over the shelves, searching for that familiar mop of hair you’d missed more than you wanted to admit.

It was like your body knew he was close by, hairs standing on end and stomach rolling in anticipation as he came out the back door. He was holding a magazine in his palm, eyes trained on it as he weaved between the counters. Your heart sped up at the sight of him, and it soared when he finally looked up with a greeting that died on his tongue as he registered who was standing in front of him.

His mouth gapped, much like a fish and it put a smile on your face. “You’re here!”

You watched as he abandoned whatever he’d been holding, quickly running around the counters and zooming towards you with so much speed you started giggling.

“I’m here!” Your voice went up into an embarrassing squeal as he reached you, bending himself at the knees and arms embracing your torso to pick you up and swing you around. “Steve!”

Your boyfriend cackled manically, swinging you around one more time for good measure before he let you down on the ground. He didn’t let you stray too far, hands stroking up your arms as if he couldn’t believe you were real, before they cupped your face. His palms were dwarfing your cheeks, eyes greedily drinking you in before he leaned forward and kissed your smushed lips.

“Missed you s’much,” he mumbled into your lips, pressing small chaste kisses to your lips and migrating to your cheeks to give them the same treatment. You giggled, turning your face and squirming to avoid his relentless attack. He laughed, refusing to let you pull away before he captured your lips once again. “So much.”

Your hands fell to his pecs, feeling the roughness of his work vest and the tension in his pecs over his polo shirt. A hum that sounded a lot like a small moan escaped your lips when he pried them open to taste your tongue, and it felt a lot like coming home.

“Missed you too.” You couldn’t contain the grin even if you wanted to, and neither could your boyfriend by the looks of it. The both of you probably looked like a pair of lovesick fools, but you couldn’t care less. “Two hours felt too long.”

Steve groaned theatrically, throwing his head back. “Tell me ‘bout it. Robin said I was being too dramatic.”

As if he’d summoned her, she appeared from the backroom with a little less enthusiasm than Steve, but she looked happy to see you. There was a grimaced smile on her face and you knew what she was gonna say before she even opened her mouth.

“You were being dramatic,” Robin rolled her eyes, walking up to the both of you. “Stop hogging her, dingus.”

Steve glared at her without any real heat, and you slithered out of his grasp to replace him with your friend into a tight hug. You’d missed her more than you’d realised, having only spoken to her over the phone a few times but not long enough. The brunette smacked a kiss to your cheek, reaching a hand up to rub her lipstick off your cheek with a frown.

“I though I’d be seeing you tomorrow.” She said, taking a step back when Steve elbowed his way forward again to curl an arm around your neck.

“Yeah,” you trailed off as you glanced up at your boyfriend. “Couldn’t wait to get a head start.”

All your friends had decided to get together for one last time before school and work picked back up again, making plans to gather up at Steves’s place early in the morning so you’d all have more time to spend together. It all sounded amazing, especially after going so long without any of them, but you were craving some alone time with your boyfriend.

And judging by his closeness, he was feeling the same. Steve drew you close to his side with a small sigh just as a customer decided to walk through the doors. Robin narrowed her eyes at the two of you before turning around and walking away to tend to whoever had walked in. You were too busy staring at Steve’s face, taking in his freckles and admiring his sun kissed face with what you would’ve guessed were heart eyes.

He glanced down, and you could see the cogs turning in his head as he observed the tilt of your lips and your dazed expression that he’d come to know very well. The boy knew you better than he knew himself, and he knew what that look in your eye meant.

You only served to prove him right when you stood up on your toes and pressed a kiss against his jaw. “Can you sneak out for a minute?” Your question was hushed, shy, and Steve struggled not to chub up in his pants like a prepubescent boy at that one simple question.

His eyes flickered to Robin, but it looked like he’d already made up his mind when he pulled back just far enough to grab your hand in his calloused one. Your knees almost knocked together when his fingers slid between yours and you hurried to shuffle a little closer to him.

“Follow me.” He said and turned to walk to the entrance of the store. Steve was just pushing the door open when Robin’s protesting voice echoed across the room.

“Where the hell are you two going? We still have shit to do, Harrington.”

Steve stepped to the side to usher you outside first, shooting Robin an apologetic grin that didn’t look quite as apologetic as he probably thought. “We’ll be right back, promise!”

You couldn’t hear your friend’s response, but you imagined it contained a lot of expletives and you felt bad for exactly two seconds before Steve was crowding up behind you and walking the both of you along the building of his workplace. You giggled when his arms embraced you from behind, his face seeking out the warmth of the juncture between your neck and throat.

Steve steered you around the corner and you didn’t question it when you both stumbled down a dark alleyway that looked way too dark and shady to dwell in for too long. Being in his arms felt safe enough, and the way he was pressing wet kisses against your skin was all too distracting so you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You smell amazing,” Steve whispered, like it was a secret. He turned you around swiftly when you’d nestled yourselves far enough down the alleyway, pushing you gently against the brick wall. His smile was intoxicating, one side of his face lit up by the distant street lamp. “Hi, pretty girl.”

You grinned, gripping one of his hands to bring up to your lips. He watched on with bated breath as you pressed kisses to his scarred knuckles.

“Hi, handsome.” You greeted him sweetly and Steve had never heard something as pretty in his life before, staring in awe when you pressed his hand against your chest. He could feel your heart beating a little too harshly, and he noted with mild amusement that the beat seemed to be matching his. “You gonna lay one on me, Harrington?”

Steve barked out a laugh that sounded a little too breathless, but he was quick on his feet to bring you into his arms and pry your lips open with his. It was slick, noses knocking and teeth biting but you didn’t care; It was absolutely perfect. It was just what you needed after so many weeks where you’d whispered love confessions and written letters to each other that Steve had jacked off one too many times to.

He pressed his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth at the thought of those nights where he wished you were with him. Those nights where he’d dig out those letters he’d hidden from any prying eyes, reading them over and over until he went crosseyed.

Steve knew you had a way with words way before the two of you ever slept together. He never excelled at school and that wasn’t a secret, but his favourite classes consisted of the two of you passing small notes back and forth and honestly, that was all it took for him to fall for you. Your notes were thoughtful, handwriting pretty and dotted with one too many hearts. He still kept them in a shoebox even after two years of dating.

“Steve,” you whimpered into the open air when he trailed his lips down to your jaw, sucking kisses until he reached your throat to bruise it with pretty little hickeys. All this time apart had your neck looking a little too pristine and void of any marks. He planned on fixing that. “wanna taste you.”

Fuck. He might’ve dug his fingers a tad too hard into your hips, but you didn’t seem to mind it at all as you bucked into his touch. He’d clearly neglected you, and shit, he couldn’t wait to get you home to destroy you in the comfort of his bed.

“No need for that, baby.” Steve kissed the skin of your cleavage, one hand grabbing at your tit and squeezing with enough force to have your eyes rolling.

You bucked your hips with a needy whine when his other hand found its way under your short dress, wasting no time to hook the crotch of your panties to the side and sliding his fingers between your lips. Steve couldn’t help the strangled moan against your chest when he felt the slickness there, circling your stiff nub with his thumb for a few seconds until he decided that he needed to feel you clamping down on his fingers.

“Oh—“ Your whimper sounded like angelic music in his ears when he slipped a finger inside, feeling lightheaded at the touch of your gummy walls. “Shit.”

“Yeah?” Steve was panting, sounding as turned on as he felt when you swore. You didn’t make it a habit to swear, but when you did? He’d ascend to heaven.

He slipped a second finger alongside his first, thrusting them inside and marvelling at the tight squeeze. You’d had enough though, because even though his hands would be enough to draw an orgasm out of you, you were craving something more.

The confusion on his face was palpable when you drew your hips back against the wall, pulling at his arm so he’d withdraw his fingers from inside of you. He took a step back, mouth opening in a silent question but you didn’t give him enough time to protest before you manhandled him against the wall.

“Baby— Oof.” He gasped when his back met the bricks, hands shooting up as if in defence when you reached your own down to unbuckle his belt. His eyes shot down; Wide, dark and round. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you gave him a slow smile when you managed to flick his button open. “Oh.”

He didn’t say a word as you pulled his zipper down, the sound of it almost too loud in the quiet alleyway where the both of you were panting; Your hands were shaking, more so in excitement than anything, and you didn’t think twice before you dropped into a crouch. Steve’s one hand immediately found your hair, careful to run his fingers along your scalp and managing to get a good grip on it when you leaned forward to lick at the coarse hair beneath his bellybutton.

You nosed along his skin, taking in the scent of his apple body wash and musk. It had your mouth watering, hands working quickly to fold his jeans and reach in to get his cock out of his underwear. Steve let out a shuddered exhale from above you, and you spared him a quick glance to see him with his chin resting against his chest, eyes intently focused on you. His full attention had your body burning up, realising once again how much you’d missed him and his presence.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart.” Your boyfriend whispered adoringly, and you preened at the way his other hand reached out to cup your chin and thumb at your lower lip.

“Yeah?” You squirmed under his gaze, circling his length with your fingers and stroking down to the base.

His eyes fluttered, a guttural groan escaping his throat. “Always look perfect t’me.” You squeezed gently and watched his head fall back with a low thunk against the wall.

You bit back a smile, focusing on the task at hand instead. He could be such a charmer, and you’d usually let him go on and on with his gushing compliments but you were too turned on and craving his taste on your tongue badly to put it off any longer.

Without giving him any warning, you closed your lips around his cock and got to work. His hips jumped when you sucked on him and you placed hands on either side of his hips to push him back so he didn’t get too carried away when you hadn’t gotten a real taste yet.

Curse words ran out of his mouth like hot lava, but you paid it no mind. You pulled back with a slow suck and Steve hissed at the cool air hitting his spit slick cock, making you smile. Your hand gripped him at the base and you stuck your tongue out to lick around his head, tasting his leaking precum beading in his slit at an alarming speed. He was hard and heavy in your hand, jaw aching when you sucked him back in between your teeth.

His hips humped forward and you let him this time, sliding his cock into the back of your throat with a breathless moan and both hands grabbing at the strand of your hair tightly. He tilted your head up. “Fuck.” The swear word tumbled out of his raw, bitten lips when you blinked your eyes up at him in the darkness, looking so innocent for someone who had a cock in their mouth.

There was a question in his eyes and you tried your best to give him your consent with the help of your eyes and muffled moan. It vibrated against his length, and he let out another few curse words as he brought your head back without letting him fall out of your mouth.

“Look so fuckin’ good, baby,” he whispered, feverishly, thrusting right back into your mouth and making you gag. “Yeah? You like the taste of my dick?”

You gave him a moan, swallowing when another gag threatened to make its way up and nuzzling further onto his length. His coarse pubic hair at the base of his cock tickled your nose, and you slid both of your shaking hands to grab at his buttocks over his jeans. Both for stability and to get him fully into your mouth.

“Such a slut,” he gave a breathless laugh that got cut off with a moan when you slipped your tongue out and licked on the underside of his cock. “Fuck, sweetheart. Gonna make me come.”

You let him pull you back by your hair, the obscene sound of saliva echoing in the narrow space of the alley. Spit was dripping down your chin when he drew all the way back, and you watched, mesmerised, as his cock flopped back. Steve was thick and a little bigger than the average guy his age. Nothing satisfied you more than going down on him, mostly because you’d feel that ache in your jaw days after the act. It was your version of heaven.

“Do you want it in your pretty little pussy?” Steve brought you back from your little daydream and you glanced up at him. “Or your mouth?”

You considered his question, deciding rather quickly that walking around for another hour more with his come seeping into your panties wasn’t something you felt like doing. You still had to go back to Family Video and help him and Robin close up. And you would probably ruin his car seats. Steve wouldn’t mind, but you knew some part of him would die a little inside.

“In my mouth, please.” You whispered, voice hoarse from the rough fucking it’d received.

Steve tilted his head, and he looked sinister in the hottest way possible as he swiped a thumb over your spit slick mouth. “So polite.”

You gave him a smile, puckering your lips to give the pad of his thumb a little kiss and it had Steve smiling in wonder. The way he looked at you made you squirm, like you were the eighth wonder of the world.

He gripped himself to steady his cock, smearing his precum and your spit along your lips and pulling back when you chased it with your open mouth. You pouted up at him. “Don’t be mean, Stevie. Please, let me taste your come.”

“Shit,” he exhaled, mouth dropping and staying open as he pulled at your hair hard enough for you to tilt your head back.

He fed you his cock slowly, relishing in the wetness and warmth surrounding his length little by little. You watched his eyes until the head of his cock nudged your throat, closing your eyes and moaning unabashedly at the taste.

He set up a fast but gentle pace, fucking into your mouth and whispering a broken praise whenever you’d swirl your tongue just right or moan in need. Steve was drawing to a close, balls drawing up as his orgasm snuck up on him. He tried his best to keep his eyes open and on you, but you swallowed and your throat constricted around him and that was the end of it. He went flying over the edge.

His throaty moan probably reached the parking lot, head thrown back and face to the sky as he came in your mouth. You swallowed as best as you could, drawing back a little so you could taste him on your tongue just like you always did. He probably wasn’t aware of his hand searching for yours, grabbing it in a deathly grip, but it made your heart pound an extra beat and your need for him to grow ten times bigger.

You kept at it as he slowly climbed down from his high, hand holding him loosely at the base just for support and he whimpered when you sucked him down to the base again.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whispered in a string, grabbing a hold of your hair and drawing you back when he started feeling a little too sensitive. “Too much, baby, ‘s too much.”

You couldn’t help but suckle at the end of him, just to clean him up and he drew in a sharp gasp; Hips jumping backwards and cock falling from your mouth. You blinked up at him, more turned on and satisfied than ever and he gave you a fucked out smile in return.

“Was it good?” You asked, even though you knew what his answer would be.

Steve seemed to have the same thought, laughing in disbelief and throwing his head back to cover his face with his hands. You laughed with him, standing back up when he offered you his hands. The both of you stumbled into each other, but Steve was quick to catch you in his arms and he watched in awe and slight amusement when you wiped the spit and come from your chin with the back of your hand.

He reached a hand up to wipe at the corner of your mouth, eyes oddly transfixed on your swollen and slick lips. You leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss, but he didn’t let you leave it at that; Licking into your mouth with way too much urgency for a guy who’s just came down your throat minutes prior.

Still, you indulged for a few moments before the both of you pulled back to look at each other.

“Do you want me to—?” He gestures to the nether parts of you, making you giggle.

“It can wait until we’re home,” you said and Steve tried not to smile at the word home because, fuck, that did things to his heart. “Poor Robin is probably wondering where we went.”

He scoffed with no real malice, reaching down to tuck himself back in and buckle his belt again. You took the time to wipe at your face and flatten your hair as best as you could, but you were pretty sure you still looked like you’d been fucked seven ways to hell. Steve still happily grabbed your hand in his, kissing your cheek sweetly and pulling you along.

“Let’s go close up as fast as possible,” he threw a coy look your way. “I want to get you home and naked.”

If he only knew how badly you, too, wanted that.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fic

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scholastic-dragon · 9 months

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Oooooo

Part 2 of my poll is here!

This post does have spoilers for Guardians of the galaxy vol 3 and what happens to Peter so keep that in mind while reading!

Rocket x fem!reader x Quill

Yard Work

Warnings: SMUT, a little plot this time, causal hooking up, threesome with a raccoon, spelling mistakes, dirty talk, praise, Quill and rocket banter, pussy slapping (like once), little bit of aftercare, cum eating,

The situation was already a mess before Peter's friend, Rocket got involved.

Your neighbor Mr. Quill's grandson had finally come home, he was a handsome man which you met at his welcoming home party.

You weren't sure if it was the beer you had shared, or the flirty banter, or maybe because it felt so wrong, but you'd ended up bent over the bathroom sink that night.

You two weren't dating, nothing close to it. You both had a silent understanding that this was simply, mind numbing, fantastic sex.

Things got awkward when he was hired to mow your mother's lawn (yes you lived at home, you'd just graduated and hadn't saved up enough money to buy your own place yet). And what made the situation worse is that your older brother would simply sit outside and watch him do it.

"Lazy ass," You mumbled, watching him from the window, seeing him relax with a beer while Peter did all the work.

And work he did. In the hot morning sun, wearing tight jeans that hugged his thick ass and thighs, thin gray t-shirt drenched in sweat. Halfway through the yard, he pulled his shirt off, but in the hot way where he reached above his head, pulling at the back of his collar.

He had a gorgeous chest, large and firm muscles with a bit of chair between his pecks and a happy trail that you desperately wanted a taste of.

As Peter put the lawn mower back in the garage, you met him there and let him take you against the hood of your brothers car.

Two weeks later, Peter was back to get the backyard this time. You had a tray with three glasses of lemonade and as you opened the back door, you caught the tail end of an argument.

Your brother rolled his eyes, stomping past you inside. Peter - shirtless - standing next to the mower with his hands on his hips.

"Peter, what happened?"

He sighs, opening his mouth, but a third voice answers.

"Your brother has shit manners," To your shock, a raccoon was leaning against the side of the mower.

"Y/n, this is one of my buddies, Rocket. Rocket this Y/n," He gestures between us.

"So this is the pretty Betty you've been fucking on the side?" Rocket's eyes scan your body, little crop top and booty shorts.

"Rocket!" Peter groaned, making a face that clearly said he wasn't supposed to say that.

You laugh, coming down the steps and holding out the lemonade. "I brought drinks, would either of you like one?"

The next half hour moved faster than you'd ever imagine. Now in your room on all fours on your bed, sucking off Peter while Rocket railed you from behind.

"Damn, Quill," He groaned, nails digging into your hips, his smacking against yours with an inhuman speed. "Thought you were lying about how good Earth pussy was,"

You moaned around Peter's cock, you loved how he talked like you weren't there. You sucked harder, flicking your tongue against his head. Watching him stifle a moan, threading his hands into your hair.

"Wait till you feel how she clenches around you when you cum,"

You moan, eyes rolling back as you remember the several times Peter hadn't pulled out, letting his cum drip down your legs as you rushed to the bathroom to clean it up. Thank god for birth control.

"Oh, I'm not even gonna think about that until, this pretty girl cums on my cock," He leans over your back, pressing his wet nose to your ear. "Is that what you want? To cum on my cock? A complete stranger you just met today pounding and breeding this pretty pussy?"

Your body was sweaty and flushed a bright red, your eyes watering with the large cock in your throat.

Rocket's hand scratched your soft skin as it traveled from your hips down around to your clit, pinching the bean between his fingers.

You squealed around Peter's cock, making him gasp and moan, his thighs tensing and chest flushing. Rocket massaged you clit in rough hard squeezes, making your body buck against his, you felt the band tightning in your core, pulling and pulling.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Quill whines, panting loudly.

"Figured you'd last longer than that, Quill," Rocket grunted loudly, snapping his hips harder into you. "But if her pussy feels good I can only imagine her mouth,"

He nips your ear, pulling hard enough to hurt. "Cum," He growls, pulling his hand back and smacking your pussy with his open palm, directly hitting your clit.

You scream, honest to god scream as your orgasm rips through you, your eyes rolling back, jaw dropping open. Peter moans loudly, pulling out of you mouth, stroking himself in quick short thrusts and cumming all over your mouth and cheeks.

"Fuck," He pants, taking a step back to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Rocket nails dig into your hips again, your knees starting to hurt from being this way for so long.

"Rocket," You moan.

"I know, Princes, I know, I'm gonna cum, don't worry, you'll get my cum," He moans, his hips smacking against yours. One of his hands moves to your upper back, pressing your face down into your comforter.

"Shit," Rocket gritted as you squeeze his cock when he plunged into your sopping depths. "I'm gonna cum," With three final pumps, he groans loud and long, filling your pussy, some of it spilling out and dripping onto your thighs and blanket.

Rocket pulls out, panting heavily. Peter got up, walking to your bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth. He gently wipes his cum from your face, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"You alright?" You nod, dazed, giving him a firm kiss.

"Here," Peter folds the washcloth to the clean side and offers it to Rocket.

"What's that for?" He pants, sweat making his fur stick up in all different directions.

"For your cum,"

Rocket scoffs and you feel him move. You move your knees to take the cloth from Peter and do it yourself when Rockets tounge is suddenly licking at your thighs,

"Rocket-what're you-"

He drags it up the sensitive skin, making you moan and your legs shake. Then he's at your pussy, licking and sucking his cum out of you like he's in the desert and you're the first drink he's had in months.

He's relentless, making you sweaty and overstimulated, body shaking and trembling as you cum again on his tongue, screaming into your blankets.

"That good enough for ya?" Rocket sasses at Quill, using the back of his arm to wipe away your mess.

Peter rolls his eyes, sitting down on the bed next to you. You finally had the strength to roll over onto your stomach, looking up at the ceiling with a wide grin.

"Is there anything you need?" He brushes a hand over your hair, pushing it behind your ear.

Rocket leans over, both men, panting, looking sexed out and very handsome.

"Yes," You laugh. "For this to happen again,"

@aliasrocket @caesarhamato22 @m1dnyt3-w0lf

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writingjjfics · 2 years

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Hey babes so I was looking at your summer prompts and I think 1, 2, & 4 have some serious "he's my best friend but I needed him to pretend to be my boyfriend to get me out of a tough situation and then oops we got a little carried away and admitted feelings" vibes. Don't you think?? Feel free to ignore this but thank you in advance if you do choose to write it ❤️

I loved this idea! Thank you for requesting <3

The favor

Warnings: some curse words but not much

Word count: 2.3k

You are always a little more introverted than your friends. While they are outgoing, love to party, interact with every Touron they see, and drink alcohol until they are absolutely wasted, you are different. You like adventure and hanging out with your friends, but you're just a little more awkward when it comes to social interactions.

That's also why you've never had a boyfriend. You have never hooked up with someone or gone on a date with anyone. You just don't know how to act flirty around boys. It's something you are always insecure about. Only your close friends know about your non-existent dating history. They don't judge you and that's why you love them so much.

But that's exactly how you ended up in this situation.

"Hey Jay", you sighed as you plopped down on the couch at the chateau. JJ was the only one around. John B was with Sarah and Pope and Kie were probably working.

"Hey y/n, long day?" JJ replied laughing when he noticed your current state.

You just finished a 9-hour shift, and although that made you very tired, work wasn't the reason why you were in such a shitty mood. Earlier in the day, while you were taking a break, you were talking with two girls from work. They went on and on about this party they'd gone to last Saturday and the guys they'd hooked up with. You felt a bit like a third wheel in the conversation. The girls noticed and asked you all kinds of things about guys and your dating history to include you in the conversation. You felt uncomfortable and before you knew it you were telling them that you have a boyfriend. In the end, the girls had become curious about who your boyfriend was and you promised them that you would ask him to pick you up from work next time so they could meet him. So on your way home, you thought endlessly about what to do next.

You looked at JJ sitting next to you and before you could think about it, you blurted it out. "Can you do me a favor?"

It made sense to choose JJ. He was the only one you were most comfortable with asking this of him. You became best friends with JJ when you were little. He wanted to play with stones and branches, but nobody wanted to join him. You were the only one who gave in and you had the best time with him that day. From the start, you knew he was completely different from you, but that's what you both love about each other. JJ has helped you open up more, and you help JJ find some peace every now and then. You really bring out the best in each other. And besides, you may or may not already have a crush on him. Over the past years, you started to catch feelings for JJ. Cliché, you know. But JJ was just super hot, and sweet and the only guy that gave you the attention that you wanted. You couldn't help but be attracted to him.

"Depends what it is?", he answered casually.

"I need you to pick me up from work tomorrow"

"Yeah sure. Of course.", he smiled sweetly at you, which only made you more nervous.

"As my boyfriend", you muttered softly, hoping he didn't hear you so you could still forget about this stupid idea.

"Wait, what?"

"I need you to come pick me up tomorrow and act like you are my boyfriend"

"Yeah, no. I heard you the first time. I just want to know why?", he looked at you confused and all you wanted to do was tell him you were joking. Your cheeks were probably as red as a tomato.

"I may or may not have told some girls from work that I have a boyfriend and they want to meet him and since you are the only boy that I'm this close with you are my only option"

"Ouch, bit painful that I'm forced to be your only option. Would be nice to hear I was your choice because you really want me to", he acted offended but gave you a teasing smirk.

"Jay, C'mon! I'm serious. Can you please help me"

JJ thought about it for a moment, but his grin only got wider.

"I would love to be your fake boyfriend", he looked at you teasingly and winked at you. "Babe"

You rolled your eyes at him and groaned in annoyance but you couldn't help the effect it had on you.

The rest of the night the two of you came up with a plan to make it as convincing as possible.

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Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. The time went by very slowly this day.

You were at work and JJ was going to pick you up today. It was 2 pm at this point and you were done at 5, so 3 hours to go. You were very nervous, to say the least. You and JJ agreed that he would walk in so he could meet the other girls and then you would quickly leave again.

3 hours, lots of rude customers and clumsy actions because of your nervousness later, you were cleaning when you hear the door open. You looked up and saw JJ. You made eye contact with him and gave him a nervous smile.

"I'm almost done, just need to clean the counter"

"It's okay. Take your time", JJ reassured you and sat down on one of the bar stools.

Right on time, Grace and Lana, your work friends, walked through the door coming from the kitchen. They glanced at JJ and walked towards you.

"Oh my god, is that him? He is so cute", Lana whispered to you.

You chuckled nervously. "Yes, that's my boyfriend"

Lana and Grace turned to JJ and held out their hands to introduce themselves. They made some small talk until you were done cleaning. You grabbed your things from behind the counter and were ready to leave, but JJ was still talking to the two girls.

"We are having a party at Lana's house tonight. The both of you should come", Grace suggested.

You went to shake your head and started to think of some lame apology for why you couldn't go, but JJ was already ahead of you. "Yeah sure, we would love to come! Text y/n the details", he spoke and quickly dragged you out of the door so you couldn't argue. "See you tonight!"

You forced a smile at your coworkers and followed JJ outside. As soon as you were out of view, you turned around and angrily glared at JJ.

"What the fuck are you doing? I thought we agreed to get this fake boyfriend and girlfriend shit over as quickly as possible"

"Yeah, but what's the fun in that. C'mon y/n. You trust me right? One night can't hurt us."

In fact, JJ didn't want this fake relationship to end. He had feelings for you. A lot. But he knew he wasn't your type and didn't want to ruin your relationship, so he never made a move. So when you suggested this fake relationship he was over the moon. If he couldn't have you for real, he'd settle for a fake one.

"And besides. You own me one. I want to go to this party with you. Please?"

"Fine", you could never say no to JJ.

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It was later in the evening, around eleven o'clock. The party was already in full swing and you just arrived with JJ, walking hand in hand, fully embracing the fake relationship.

"I'm going to get us some drinks, wait here", JJ said and walked away.

You stood awkwardly waiting for JJ to get back. These kinds of parties really weren't your thing. Especially if you didn't have Kie or Sarah around to dance with. You took your phone out of your pocket and scrolled through Instagram hoping JJ would return soon with the drinks.

Ten minutes later JJ still wasn't back and you started to worry. You decided to go search for him. While walking in the direction where JJ was going earlier, you bumped into another guy. He was cute. Not like you were interested since you like JJ, but he certainly wasn't bad looking. You got a little distracted by his looks because you didn't even notice that he spilled his drink on you until he said something.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry",

"It's okay, don't worry", you chuckled nervously.

"No, no! Let me make it up to you. I'm Lana's brother so I could just get you one of her shirts"

"Ah, so you're Pete?", you picked up his name in the many conversations you had with Lana at work.

"Yep, the one and only." He chuckled. "You want me to get you a new shirt?"

"No thank you, really it's fine. I was actually searching for someone and -"

"Everything okay here?", JJ interrupted your conversation with Pete. He glanced a bit angry at the boy.

"Yeah, Pete accidentally spilled his drink on me, but it's fine"

"Hm Pete? So you know him?"

"No haha, we just met but I'm Lana's brother", Pete laughed but JJ didn't think it was funny. He didn't even know why but he got jealous when he saw the two of you talking.

"Okay, well, watch where you walk next time", JJ said annoyed towards Pete, and dragged you along with him to search for a bathroom to clean you up.

You muttered a quick apology to Pete and followed JJ.

"Did you have to act so mean to him? I wasn't looking out either", you said as soon as you both entered the bathroom and JJ closed the door.

"He did it to flirt with you y/n, don't be stupid."

"I'm not stupid. He was really sweet and I was actually having a nice conversation with him until you interrupted us."

"Whatever"

"No, not whatever. Why do you care if he was flirting with me anyway? It's not like we are a real couple?", you started to get annoyed with JJ too.

"Yeah, but we have to look like a couple. You can't just flirt with another guy here, especially not Lana's brother"

"I wasn't flirting. We were having a normal conversation, people can talk with other people while they are in a relationship you know."

JJ scoffed. He didn't know how to reply to that.

"Are you jealous or something?

"No, of course not!", JJ tried to defend himself quickly, but it came out more as a question.

You know JJ well enough to know when he's lying.

"Oh my god, are you seriously jealous right now?"

"Okay, maybe a little, but I was just really excited to spend this party with you", JJ explained hoping to get this conversation over as quickly as possible. You didn't need to know that he was jealous because he likes you.

"I was going to and besides you were the one that took so long to get the drinks.", you said as you looked around the bathroom noticing the lack of drinks. "Which you, by the way, don't even have with you?"

"Uh yeah, I got distracted talking to Lana and Grace and then I saw you with Pete, sorry"

Now you were the one that felt slightly jealous. He had every right to talk to them, but knowing JJ's natural flirting skills didn't make it any easier for you.

"Oh, okay," you replied a little more sadly than you intended.

"What, you also jealous or something?", JJ laughed but stopped when he noticed you were serious.

"Wait, you are?"

"Fuck yes, of course I'm jealous. Lana and Grace are both so pretty and hook up with literally everyone plus you are a natural flirt so yes, I'm jealous!", you didn't even realize you were talking so much. When you saw JJ with a confused face, you realized that maybe you said too much.

"But we're not a couple? You said that yourself a few minutes ago"

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath.

"Y/n? Why did you choose me as your fake boyfriend?"

"The reason I chose you was, yes also because I felt you were my only option, but also because I really wanted it to be you. I have liked you for a while now, but I didn't think you could ever see me in that way," you nervously rambled.

JJ didn't respond. He wasn't quite sure how to react. His best friend just told him she liked him too. Something that only happened in his dreams.

"Forget about it.. I shouldn't have said it", you told him quickly noticing his lack of response. "I get it if you just want to be friends. I can tell Lana and Grace that we broke up next week or something and forget about this"

"I don't want to forget about this. Or break up for that matter. I like you too y/n", JJ chuckled. "A lot"

Your face lit up when he said that. For the last half hour, you were hoping he was acting jealous because he likes you too and now he finally confirmed it.

"So that's why we were both acting jealous", you laughed.

"Jup", JJ popped the 'p', smiling brightly.

There was silence for a few seconds, you both looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"So uhm, you want to go home?", JJ asked knowing how uncomfortable you were earlier. Besides, there was no point in staying now if he could act like your boyfriend at home too.

"Finally! I thought you would never ask", you giggled. "But not before we make out in the middle of the room so everybody knows we are a real couple", you joked.

JJ laughed and nodded. He took your hand and squeezed it lightly.

"Yes Ma'am"

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj obx #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x fem!reader #obx #outer banks #outerbanks #obx fanfic #obx fluff #reader x platonic!pogues #reader x pogues #poguestyle

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wwenhlimagines · 1 year

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Stuck In The Middle - Part 8

Hook x Y/N x Ricky Starks

Part 7

A few days go by, and the pictures have stopped popping up, but the rumors are still flying. How will Y/N move on from this debacle?

Ruby and Willow tried their best to distract me from the pictures and rumors swirling around online during our girl's day, but every time I checked the time on my phone, I got wucked back in. Eventually, Ruby and I switched phones, and the 3 of us were able to relax and somewhat forget the outside world.

Ruby and I switched phones back when I left for the airport, but not before she got rid of any notifications she deemed as unnecessary. I had a few texts from family members, and that was about it. By then, the pictures weren't popping up every second on Instagram and Twitter, so I was able to scroll through and catch up with whatever I missed fairly well. I flew back home and got settled in at my house before starting my weekly chores.

Later that night, I was playing a game on my phone when I got a text notification. It was Ricky, so I hesitated but eventually clicked on it.

Hey, just checking in on you. Wanted to make sure you made it home safe.

I smiled to myself before replying to him

Yep, just doing laundry and cleaning up for now. Thanks for checking!

I go back to my game for a bit before a hear the notification again.

Great! I have been thinking about your publicity issue, and I think if we go out in a group next week, it could help negate those rumors flying about.

I hummed to myself as I thought about it.

Who all would go and where?

You, me, Hook, Garcia, Skye, Ruby, Dante, Darius, Willow, etc. Whoever you want to invite. We could go out to a bar or dinner, depending on how we are feeling.

I shrug before looking into the places around the arena and hotel we are booked for next week.

I found a nice Italian restaurant a couple blocks from our hotel and a club a few blocks in the other direction. We can figure it out next week. Thanks for thinking of me, Ricky!

I go back to playing my games until I get ready for bed and fall asleep after cleaning all day.

Ricky's POV

I groan as I read Y/N's last text to me. I know she doesn't want to date anyone right now, but I can't help but let my feelings develop for her. I know this is going to be a tricky task as I am going to want to sit next to her and talk to her, but so will Hook.

I see Garcia's face pop up on my screen, and I answer his FaceTime.

"Hey Ricky, what's up, man? You look a little down."

I groan and rub my hand over my face. "Daniel, I think I'm actually falling for her."

Garcia snickers a bit. "You say that every time you meet a new woman. What makes her different from the others?"

"I can't explain it. I just want to do anything to make her happy."

Garcia stares at me for a few seconds before sighing. "Damn, Ricky might actually be falling in love. Never thought I would see the day."

"Oh fuck off Daniel... you know I'm bound to settle down sooner or later, but she makes me want to settle down now."

Garcia's eyes grow wide at my confession. "You barely even know her, Ricky. You sat together on a plane and had a couple of run-ins at work. She could be psychotic for all we know!"

I rolled my eyes and told him about my idea of a group hangout next week.

"Well, you better not get too close, or else the rumors might start up about the two of you next!"

I smirked at him through the phone screen before replying, "Same better go for Hook, though. If she said she doesn't want to date anyone, then he needs to back off as well. Let her make her own decisions."

Daniel smirks watching me get all riled up about this before we change the subject and stay on FaceTime for about an hour talking about our upcoming matches and whatnot.

Y/N's POV - Monday

Over the past few days, I have spoken to Ruby, Willow, and Skye about the group outing idea, and they all agreed to join. We decided it might be fun to go to the zoo in the morning since we will be in San Diego. Then we will get ready at our hotels and go out for dinner or whatever the boys want to do. Ruby and I are rooming together this trip, and we are both heading to the airport soon. I finish up packing before locking up my house and heading to the airport.

The flights to San Diego were decent, but unfortunately, my luggage seems to have e gotten lost. I groan as I watch the carousel stop signaling all of the bags that have been dispersed. I hear a light chuckle behind me and slowly turn around to see a man in a black hoodie eating chips.

"Hook, this isn't funny. I don't have my luggage, that means no clothes, no toiletries, no chargers!"

He hides his smirk behind the chip bag before eating another one and nodding towards me. "That's why I stick with a carry-on."

I roll my eyes at him, "I have too much shit for a carry-on. You probably have a couple of outfits, ring gear, chips, and a few toiletries. I have extra shoes, makeup, hair products, and jewelry, too."

He shakes his head slightly, "You don't need makeup. The Glam Squad can get you camera-ready, but you don't need it off camera at all. Also, I have hair products as well. How else do you expect me to create this masterpiece?"

I reach up and ruffle his hair, making him squirm away. "Well, if you are going to be that way, I guess I will let someone else who lost their luggage borrow my extra hoodie."

I reach back up to help him fix his hair as I see bright green hair out of the corner of my eye. "Ruby, thank goodness you are here! They lost my luggage, so I have nothing now."

Ruby skeptically looked between Hook and I before shaking her head. "It's happened to me a couple of times. Let's go to the store and get you some necessities."

I nod and turn to leave before realizing I haven't invited Hook to Thursdays activities. "Hey Hook, if you aren't busy on Thursday, a few of us are going to the zoo in the morning and then going out that evening. You are more than welcome to join us!"

He nods as he thinks about it. "Sounds like it could be fun. So it will be you two and who else?"

"Well, right now, it is us, Willow, and Skye, but we are going to invite Ricky, Garcia, and Eddie as well. You can bring the lads if you would like!"

I can see his jaw clench when I mention Ricky, but he quickly redirects himself and smiles as he pulls out his phone. "I'll text them now and ask. See you ladies later!"

We walk in opposite directions as Ruby and I go towards the Uber station. "Well, well, well. Not looking for a relationship, huh?"

I look at her confused before she continues. "You are lucky there were no fans to take pictures of you intimately fixing his hair."

I try to smack her jokingly, but she jogs ahead and jumps the Uber. This will definitely be an interesting trip.

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#aew imagine #aew hook imagine #aew hook fic #ricky starks fic #ricky starks imagine #stuck in the middle

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Commissioned by @ihni for Harringrove For Turkey! <3 Mature | 1.1k | Mild A/B/O

If you'd like a fic or artwork from me, check out my HFT post for details!

Read on AO3

“Also, the coolers have to be left on! Don’t turn them all off, there’s a sticker—“

“I got it, Buckley. Now run along before you see something you shouldn’t.”

“Oh, ew.”

“Jesus, Billy…”

Steve had it so easy, being a beta, before Billy waltzed into his life. They’d officially been together for a few weeks by the time Billy was shoving Robin out of Scoops Ahoy with the keys in his hand. Steve crossed his arms behind the counter, leaning against the back wall with a look on his face not unlike Robin when she thought too hard about Heather Holloway. The trouble was that Steve hadn’t stopped thinking about Billy since their first kiss behind his pool shed, and now was no different.

With Robin out of their hair, the mall nearly empty because it was twenty minutes to closing time, Billy pocketed the keys and turned around to drag Steve into the back and hold him close with the window shut.

“You’re lucky—I pre-closed my—station an hour ago—“ Steve said in the short moments between Billy’s lips pressing hastily against his own.

“I know, I just wish I’d been here to bug you sooner.” They both laughed, tripping over each other’s feet before Steve’s back was against the counter, and Billy was hoisting him to sit on top.

“Robin would’ve made you run the register.”

“That’s why I wasn’t.”

More smiles and kisses with Billy’s hands under his shirt made Steve shiver, gave him goosebumps all over, and had his heart beating out of his chest. “How was the pool?” he asked, still nose-to-nose, tugging his fingers through Billy’s chlorine-roughened curls as much as they would let him.

Billy rolled his eyes and groaned. “Don’t get me started. Heather was fighting her rut all day. Made four kids cry in less than an hour.”

“Christ.”

Billy’s head fell onto Steve’s shoulder, a deep breath tiring his body to a slump. “Thank fuck I don’t gotta deal with that shit.” He laughed and settled into the hand rubbing along his back, Steve’s skin against his arms, the soft breath on his neck.

“Don’t think you could handle it?”

“Don’t think you could.”

Steve lightly kicked his thigh and said, “Shut up, I totally could.”

“Have you seen Robin when Heather comes in here?” Billy asked, raising his head back up to see Steve’s face when he barked out a laugh.

“Ah, shit. Yeah. That girl is a mess.”

“Be glad you don’t cream yourself every time I walk in.”

At that, Steve hooked his ankle around the back of Billy’s knee and pulled him even closer, snapping him between his knees like a vice. “Who says I don’t?”

Billy scoffed and moved a hand to squeeze Steve’s thigh. “I think I’d know in these shorts, pretty boy.”

“What, like you don’t either?”

“No, because I have this thing called composure, Steve.”

“Mhm… I’d hate to have to see you squirm like that when I couldn’t do anything about it. Might just rut on the spot.”

“Oh, my poor, poor alpha…” Billy ran his fingers along the collar of Steve’s shirt, then tugged the cravat’s knot down until it was fully untied.

“I should bend you over the counter right now.”

“Come on… you’d at least take me to the booth, wouldn’t you?” he asked, making puppy-dog eyes up at Steve.

“Maybe.”

And he leaned in closer, hands back under Steve’s shirt and scratching blunt nails all along his back. Hot breath against his ear, Billy said, “I’d fuck you in the booth.” Steve shuddered.

“I’d like that.” Took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around Billy’s shoulders, and pulled him flush against his torso and rolling hips.

“Your heart’s racing like a jackrabbit,” Billy said.

“Yeah, whose fault is that?”

“Better be mine.”

“Mm… it is,” Steve said, nose pushing through Billy’s hair as a kiss was placed on the side of his neck.

“Good.”

He felt Billy’s smile on his skin with every peck, every open-lipped drag from one spot to another. Eyes closed, one breath became a long, slow sigh, sinking into the hint of whatever mark would be left behind. Bonding bites weren’t something betas were capable of, but damn if they didn’t bite anyway. With a couple sharp canines and a dream, Steve had a red spot that would be purple by the next morning.

Billy said, “All mine.”

Then Steve groaned and stretched his back before taking the side of Billy’s face in his hand. “All yours,” he said, a short kiss to the satisfied grin before him. “C’mere…” And his lips were on Billy’s neck to return the favor, but he took his time. Billy’s mouth would have been jealous with the way Steve made out with the underside of his jaw, the spot that Steve knew would make his knees weak.

“Christ—“

“You’re perfect, you know that?”

Billy’s laugh came out like a broken sigh. “Shut up, I am not.”

“Yeah you are.” That was when his teeth sunk into tender flesh, arms tighter around his waist as Billy received his own bite mark. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

“I’m all yours, Stevie-boy,” Billy said, hoarse from the lust and increasing affection that he didn’t know what to do with.

“All mine.”

One last kiss before Steve sat up and turned Billy to look at him again, eyes cloudy in the haze of another one of their “bonding” moments. Neither cared that it wasn’t the same as if they were alphas or omegas; they felt so much stronger, always determined to keep each other marked as off-limits anyway. Billy’s heart hammered away with Steve’s, both leaning back in for a deeper kiss, until—

“I love you, Billy.”

And maybe he was too stunned to say anything for a moment, too lost in Steve’s gaze and palm on his cheek. Maybe it didn’t surprise him, because Steve had been giving him little tokens of his affection long before they admitted they were more than fuck-buddies, and Billy had kissed Steve with every ounce of himself since the first. Hearing it, though, in the sweet voice that made everything okay, from lips he’d tasted himself on any chance he got—now he knew for sure.

“I love you too, Steve.”

So they kissed one more time, long and slow and anticipating the night to come. “Come on, let’s close up. I just need help carrying stuff.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

#.discowrites #HarringroveForTurkey #Harringrove For Turkey #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #a/b/o #omegaverse #steve/billy #steve x billy #billy x steve #harringrove

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seffien · 1 year

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(finally getting off my ass and writing this out)

Mwahaha fool. Ask the devil and they shall answer. (So it doesn't look like I'm just torturing your oc's without YOUR permission)

Here is how The Suffering plays out.

I've gone back and reread some lore and came up with a few things. First, what has Miko's(8) greatest fear been?

A: Being a soldier. Or rather, becoming like those she grew up around. A hate filled octarian trained to be let loose on the enemy.

So she leaves Alterna. A bag on her back with the few remaining possessions she has, her phone, and the charger. All she has to do is check Squitter™️ to find Veronika(n3), and wow. What a nice friend group she has. (The promo kids)

She had friends once. She only got Squitter because Masu(4) egged her and Jun(3) to keep in touch while they were away in Splatsville. She scrolls their dead accounts. The most recent photo is Koko riding her squee-g.

She trembles, then remembers. "She's safe." Jun had left her with Callie before...

She gags. She has to push forward. They'll be avenged soon enough. She starts by friending the two crazy ones. They seem to have some sort of beef with Veronika, but regardless. She's found a route in.

Annie loves her. Finally, the anti-ronnie squad is 3 strong!

But Tako is IMMEDIATELY put off. She knows crazy, sees it in her bestie, but the look in Miko's eyes isn't that. It's calculated. Analytical. She wants something from them.

After maybe their 3rd hangout Tako finally confronts her after Annie leaves. "You don't just hate her, you loathe her."

They bicker back and forth in an alley until Tako finally sees it. The ragged clothes, her bag hidden behind a dumpster, The dead look in Miko's eyes as she tries to keep it together. 'She's psychotic'.

Tako threatens to out her intentions, tries to run out the alley, but Miko acts instinctually. The sickening crack of the charger piercing Tako's helmet shakes her, as she watches the girl fall limp to the floor.

"No.. NONONONONO!"

Her medical training kicks in. Checks vitals, assesses the wound. She knows it's fatal before she even touches the body.

She sits there for hours clutching herself. Rocking back and forth trying to close reopened trauma, all while whispering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." to the body in front of her.

She knows she can't be caught. Not yet. Successfully shoving her emotions in a bag, she gazes down at Tako's body and picks up their phone, and what appears to be apartment keys. 1 down, 7 to go. She's smart, she'll figure something out.

Days later, the garbage truck finds Tako's slowly dissolving body in the dumpster. By then, few remain.

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The news of a deliberate murder is shocking. Deep cut, unaware of what happened, go back to Alterna. The graves. The demolished equipment. Slowly, Marie & Craigs cover up slowly unravels.

Marina calls Callie, for once she answers. Miko blocked both her and Pearl's number, and they don't know what's happening. Guilt-ridden and desperate to spill everything, she confesses about Masu's death.

Both Deep cut and Off the Hook converge on the Squid Sisters.

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Hiro doesn't know why his friends are being targeted, but he's scared. He made his way to Ronnie's apartment because now she wasn't responding. He knocks on her door, but after no response he breaches his way in.

Horrified and on the verge of taking her own life sits Veronika on her bed. Tears streak her face, her heroshot tightly gripped in hand. Hiro desperately tries to comfort her, but can't make sense of what she's rambling about.

Her fault? She deserves this?

Concerned, he offers her to stay over at his place. "You don't deserve to be alone right now." As he helps her pack to leave, she screams. He swiftly turns around.

Standing and glaring them down through the broken doorway is Miko. "I found you."

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ANYWAYS tune in next time where I try to write a happier prompt~ :DDDD

#i appreciate the incorporation of my hc where annie and tako hate veronika but WOW.#at least i can count on you for angst and fic material #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #asksef #sefsagents #tw death

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fandom-smut-shots · 2 years

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Striker x Reader - Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure 6

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

What would y'all like to see happen? I've got some ideas further down the line, but I'm gonna get stuck getting there. I wrote the intro to this chapter and then let it sit for a few days because I had no idea what to do with it.

A hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back until your horns tore open the seams of the pillow beneath you. Hips snapped against yours, pulling the coil inside your abdomen tighter and tighter. Your legs hooked around Striker’s hips, pushing his length further inside you and drawing a long moan from your throat. Your claws raked down his back, leaving angry red lines in their wake, and he growled in your ear. His tail intertwined with yours, squeezing as you both drew closer to your climaxes.

Using your tilted head to his advantage, Striker ducked his own, his teeth grazing over your neck. He bit down at the exposed skin, sucking a mark beneath your jaw, and you whimpered loudly. You slid one hand into his snowy locks, grasping it tightly between your fingers.

“Cum for me, darlin’,” he growled in your ear, and a shudder wracked your body-

Your lips parted to inhale a gasp as you bolted upright in your bed, sweat coating your back and legs. Your heart pounded against your chest and your breath came in heavy pants. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply, fingers grasping your sweat-soaked bedsheets. You slowly slid out of bed, stumbling across the floor of your room in the direction of the bathroom. One hand reached out to flick on the light switch as you padded towards the shower, turning on the cold water before stripping out of your pajamas.

A sigh of relief tumbled from your lips once you stepped into the cooling stream, allowing it to swirl that lustful dream down the drain alongside your sweat. You gave yourself a quick scrub with your body wash before rinsing and turning off the water, exiting the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel. Not bothering to redress, you returned to your bedroom and sat on your bed, glancing at the clock on your nightstand.

3:04 A.M.

Fantastic.

Sleep evaded you for the rest of the early morning, until the red sun had ascended and what passed for daylight in Hell illuminated the sky. Your exhausted weighed on the back of your mind, but you had the day off from work, so you spent your time lounging around your house. As the hours progressed, the liveliness of the outside world kept you awake.

As you began brewing yet another pot of coffee, you padded over to the fridge, pulling open the door to peer inside and its contents. A frown formed on your lips upon discovering that you were low on supplies – an influx of assignments at work had left you little time to cook at home, much less do any grocery shopping.

Fuck. That meant you’d have to go today. Try as you might, nothing you had accomplished thus far had completely blocked last night’s dream from your mind. It still creeped into your conscious brain, sending tingles down your body and between your legs when you lost focus and let yourself linger on how unnervingly real everything had felt.

You really didn’t want to go out in public.

But you also didn’t want to starve. So, lesser of two evils.

Recalling your last encounter with Striker, you opted for an extra layer of clothing as you dressed yourself. You didn’t know how much time your ex had given him to complete his assassination, but you weren’t going to take any chances. Striker had been evidently hesitant regarding your execution, and surprisingly comforting upon learning your tragic history, which had probably fueled your subconscious into whipping up that horridly lustful imagery last night. But you couldn’t think too deeply about that, nor did you want to. You and Striker weren’t friends. You weren’t even fuck buddies. You’d gone on one (admittedly wonderful) date, and he’d hesitated on killing you despite the hefty sum he’d been offered to do so.

You were… acquaintances?

Regardless. Disguise. Focus, (y/n).

A pair of jeans that had been stuffed into the back of your drawer and hardly ever worn. Plain sneakers that you’d bought for the rare occasion that you’d actually employ your human disguise. An oversized sweater that hid the shape of your body exceptionally well – too hot for Hell’s daily weather, but you’d have to suffer for the sake of ensuring that no one else had been assigned a hit on your head. And finally, twisting your hair up and slipping a beanie over your head, one that had been specially made to cover your horns should anyone recognize you from them alone.

Time to go shopping.

The grocery store you frequented was in walking distance, and you didn’t anticipate buying more than you could carry on your own, so you opted for a stroll through Hell in hopes of clearing your mind.

You made it approximately halfway to your desired location before you were abruptly slammed up against the backside of an abandoned building. The air was ripped from your lungs upon contact, and a strong hand squeezed slowly around your throat. Your own hands desperately pried at the fingers digging into your flesh, but your attacker proved stronger than you despite your years of working for I.M.P.

Tears bubbled in the corners of your eyes, but you refused to grant your assailant the pleasure of watching them drip down your cheeks. You narrowed them with the harshest glare you could manage, but all you received for your troubles was a cocky chuckle.

A disturbingly familiar cocky chuckle.

Opening your eyes wider, you watched as your aggressor pulled the sunglasses from his face and the hat from his head, revealing the one imp you’d hoped you’d never see again.

Calcifer.

“Look at you, struggling against me,” he chortled darkly. “Fucking pathetic, just like always.”

All you could manage in response was a gasp, still struggling against his hold, your feet kicking as you tried to press away from the wall.

“What the fuck are you still doing alive?” he demanded with a low growl, bringing his face uncomfortably close to yours. “I paid that stupid hillbilly twenty grand to put your ass in the ground.”

Had you not been slowly losing consciousness due to your lack of oxygen, the specific number your head was worth would have startled you. Twenty grand? And Striker had just… let you go? No, more than that… He’d held you. He’d held you in a way that none of your exes ever had.

Oh, now was not the time to get into your feelings. Fuck, the edges of your vision were going dark.

Calcifer sighed before you, his eyes glazed over with disinterest. “I guess I’ll have to do it myself. Save the money for something better.”

“Wh-why?” you choked, blinking rapidly as though that would help anything.

A grin split his lips. “Because I fucking can, (y/n). That’s the only reason, really. I wanted you dead just because I have the financial means to make it happen now, without getting my hands dirty or pissing off my folks.”

A cough sprouted from your throat as you air supply quickly drained, and you were just about to give in to the sweet beckoning of the darkness when a gunshot echoed around you. Calcifer’s grip slackened, and you both fell to the ground. Your hands gingerly caressed your throat as you coughed and spat and inhaled as deeply as physically possible. Boots thumped against the ground, stepping closer to you and your unconscious ex, but you could only focus on the pool of blood seeping out from the bullet hole in his back. Calcifer lied completely immobile on the concrete, not a twitch of a breath left in his body, and a rush of emotions flooded your chest. Too many things had happened at once, and you allowed yourself to be pulled to your feet by two strong but gentle hands on your upper arms, held steady by whoever had shot Calcifer through the back.

As you regained control of your breathing, you turned to face your savior, ready to word vomit your appreciation. But a familiar set of yellow-and-green-ringed eyes stopped you in your tracks, and you gasped loudly before taking a step back.

“Striker?” you greeted hesitantly. “What… How… What the fuck?”

He shrugged. “Looked like you were in trouble, darlin’.”

“You killed him,” you stated, your gaze drifting back to the imp on the ground.

“What, did you not want him dead?”

“No, I did, I just…” You turned your attention back to the cowboy. “He offered you twenty grand to take me out?”

“Yep,” Striker confirmed with a nod.

“And you killed him instead?”

Another nod.

“Make it make sense, cowboy,” you sighed, running a hand over your face. “You accepted a job for twenty grand, but when you found out it was me you… I don’t know, you acted like you wanted to forfeit. Then you see me getting attacked and you kill the jackass that hired you to kill me.” You shrugged, opening your mouth to say more but coming up empty. You settled for chewing on your lip, crossing your arms bashfully as you looked at the assassin.

He leveled you with an unreadable expression. His brows were tight, though his eyes were relaxed. He stood firm, confident, but his hands were balled into fists, and you could see his jaw twitch with a habitual need to be chewing on a straw of wheat.

“Go out with me tonight,” he replied, and your jaw dropped as you tried to fathom how that was at all a response to anything you’d said.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Striker stated. “Go out with me tonight. I’ll pick you up. Then I’ll explain everything as best I can.”

“I…” What did you have to lose? After the dream you’d had, you could hardly continue lying to yourself about your feelings for the cowboy. That combined with how he’d comforted you and now how he’d defended you…

“Okay,” was what you settled on. “Pick me up at seven.”

He offered you a grin, gold tooth glimmering in the sunlight. He tipped his hat to you before sauntering down the sidewalk, whistling to himself, and it was only the grumble of your stomach that kept you trekking on towards the grocery store instead of turning tail and running home.

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I’m too tired to make it to the bunker today so I will be lying defenseless face down on the kitchen floor and can only say please don’t murder me for Luka’s suffering 😂

“You know Couffaine,” Crusher called from where he was laying on his back in the dirt, halfway under the van, “I got into music so that I could quit doing this kind of shit.”

“I know,” Luka groaned from where he leaned over the open hood. “It’s not my idea of a good time either.”

Crusher’s response was only partly intelligible and largely consisted of swear words, so Luka ignored him until he heard the word done amidst the babble.

“Try it again, Ding,” Luka called, straightening up and stretching his back. A moment later, the engine roared to life, and settled into its usual sputtering rhythm. Luka closed the hood.

“Let’s get in and get as far as we can before the next time it craps out,” he said, offering Crusher his hand as the bassist wriggled out from under the van. Crusher snorted and let Luka pull him up.

“You owe me a new pair of jeans,” Crusher complained, rubbing filthy palms on his already-dirty thighs. He didn’t wait for a response, just climbed back in the van. Luka sighed, and got in himself up front next to Dingo. He didn’t even have the door closed before Dingo was pulling back onto the highway with a squeal. Luka didn’t have the heart to chide him. He just buckled up and let his head rest on the window with a sigh. With luck, they’d meet up with Jagged only a little behind schedule, and at least then they’d be guaranteed a few days of things going smoothly.

Luka had known this tour would be a learning experience, but the harshest lesson so far was how easy he’d had it, riding Jagged’s coattails for his first shows. Jagged himself might be a disaster, but Penny kept a tight, highly organized ship, and she had managing around Jagged’s eccentricities down to a science. Jagged had the clout and the money to get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

Luka, on the other hand, was still considered a gamble by the label, and barely more than a nobody by venues and service companies. While Jagged’s support and Luka’s success as his opening act had gotten Luka advantages that first timers didn’t usually get—including a boost to his touring and advertising budget—well, it was very different than traveling with Jagged’s circus, that was for sure. Lucille was a great agent, but she had other clients to manage and she wasn’t onsite 24-7 like Penny. When stuff happened on the road (sometimes literally, thanks to the ancient van the rental agency had given them), Luka had to handle it himself.

Sitting down with Lucille and looking at the real numbers of a tour had been a harrowing experience, and Luka was well aware how much he and his bandmates would be on the hook for if they couldn’t turn enough of a profit to cover expenses. His association with Jagged had greased the wheels, but it was up to Luka to make sure they didn’t crash and burn.

Which honestly felt like a distinct possibility every time they got into this damn van. Luka occasionally had nightmares of the trailer detaching on the road and rolling down a hill to demolish all their instruments in a fiery explosion.

Luka sighed. They had enough money for the really important stuff, but he had felt pressured to keep costs down as much as he could. There had been a lot of long hours with Lucille discussing what was really necessary and what they could live without. Some of those choices had worked out, and some hadn’t. After weeks on the road, rushing off to play their own shows in between gigs opening for Jagged, Luka was starting to regret rejecting Lucille’s offer of a tour manager, but at the time it had seemed an unnecessary expense for something he felt he could handle himself.

He was handling it, but it was wearing on him. Their shows were actually doing good numbers, but the little expenses that kept hitting them at every stop had him nervous. The last thing he wanted was to end this tour in debt, or, even worse as far as Luka was concerned, to have to pay back the label with their cut of Jagged’s shows. That would be humiliating.

Not to mention the band not getting paid. They all knew it was a possibility, and they had all chosen to take the risk along with Luka, but he knew he’d never forgive himself if they walked out of this without any payoff. As it was, he wasn’t sure Crusher would ever forgive him for giving up the cushy job of opening for Jagged even if they did get paid.

“Quit it,” Dingo said, reaching out to slap Luka’s hand. Luka hadn’t even realized he’d started to chew his thumbnail.

“Sorry,” Luka muttered, reaching for the spinner necklace around his neck. He hooked his thumb in the chain and flicked the spinner with his index finger, trying to focus on breathing. He wished he could talk to Marinette. She was so good at this kind of thing, surely she’d have something helpful or at least sympathizing to say. God, he missed her.

The first couple months on the road had been almost a relief after everything that had happened. It felt like everyone at home was mad at him, even though he knew it was all out of concern. To be honest, he was a little mad himself, when he thought of how they had all kept pushing and hinting and nudging him into reading more into Marinette’s feelings than were there. It was a big emotional complicated mess and he really needed some distance from pretty much everybody at this point.

Throwing himself into the tour planning between the gigs they had set up around Paris, and then dealing with the chaos of actually getting on the road, he’d had so much on his plate that he didn’t have time to overthink things. There was always something to occupy his mind whenever he got too close to spiraling. Now, though, the chaos was routine enough that his thoughts kept drifting to her whenever he had a quiet moment. He checked his phone, contemplating time zones and where she would be right now, but it was pointless to even try calling her from the van. What few conversations they’d had were slowly getting less awkward, but not enough that he wanted witnesses.

Especially since Luka could practically feel the hostility radiating off of Crusher in the back seat, as if all of this was Luka’s personal fault. Jenna was quiet and stoic, but her lips were tight, and she’d given up trying to read and was just staring out of the dirty window with her arms crossed. Dingo was bouncing them all over the road, but that was better than him bouncing all over the van. At least being behind the wheel kept Dingo’s attitude aimed at the other drivers on the road, and not at the band.

Luka sighed in relief when they finally rolled into the hotel Jagged had booked for this set of shows. The doors were opening before Dingo had even fully stopped, and Luka leapt out with the other two, breathing a deep sigh of relief. Dingo yelled “Oi!” behind them as he put the van in park.

Luka let Crusher and Jenna head to the check in desk first, opting instead to pop into the little concession shop. He grabbed a soda and a couple of candy bars full of chocolates and nuts, paid, and went back to the desk, shoving the treats at Jenna just as she turned away from the desk, keycard in hand.

Jenna groaned and snatched one of the candy bars. She ripped it open and shoved it in her mouth, and then took the other things from him, mumbling a garbled thank you around the bar in her teeth as she shuffled towards the elevator.

At least one of them was easy to placate, Luka thought, as Crusher brushed past him without a word.

“Mate, if we don’t find another bassist after this tour I’ll quit myself,” Dingo bitched as Luka stepped up beside him to check in.

“Not in public, Ding,” Luka reminded him with a sigh, and a weary smile for the concierge. “We good?”

“Yeah.” Dingo handed Luka the second keycard to their room. “It’s not fair that they get their own rooms and we have to share,” Dingo complained, as he always did.

“When you’re paying, you can rent your own damn hotel for all I care,” Luka replied, as he always did. “Besides,” he added, “the alternative is we switch off. You really want to room with Crusher, even every other stop?”

Dingo snorted. “One of us wouldn’t make it, mate.”

“Exactly. I don’t have the budget to bail either of us out of jail.”

“You are such a fucking buzzkill lately,” Dingo complained. “Can’t you talk about anything else for ten fucking minutes? Let me at least fantasize about murdering him in his sleep and shoving his body out of the van in the middle of nowhere without having to listen to you bitch about money.”

Luka winced. “Sorry.”

They were silent on the ride up the elevator, Dingo staring up at the ceiling while Luka stared at the floor.

“You don’t suck at this,” Dingo said finally, right before the elevator buzzed and the doors opened. “Quit stressing yourself before we end up an emo band.” He hauled himself and his bag through the door, and Luka trailed behind, blinking suddenly stinging eyes.

“You can shower first,” Dingo said without looking at Luka as he unlocked the door to the room. “We’re in Penny’s hands for a couple days. Take a load off and try to get some fucking sleep, okay?”

“Yeah,” Luka rasped, and then cleared his throat. “I will. Promise.”

Luka tossed his things on the bed, grabbed what he needed, and shut himself in the bathroom before he could lose it any further. Not that he was particularly embarrassed about crying in front of Dingo, who’d seen far worse. Luka was tired and stressed out and he knew Dingo understood, but he didn’t feel any need to spread the misery. Dingo was right, things would go smoothly for a few days, so Luka had the luxury of falling apart a little bit.

So he cried under the hot water, leaning his forehead against the tile, until his body felt heavy and the post crying jag calm descended. Luka straightened up slowly, and began to actually wash up. He glanced at the name on his torso, but it was too much to think about right then, so he shifted his gaze away. It was paler than it had been, but that was to be expected, with the distance between them now, not helped by their busy schedules and occupied minds. It was just something he was going to have to trust to time. He didn’t really have it in him right now to do anything else, anyway.

He still wished he could talk to her though.

Luka dragged himself out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam that made Dingo swear (“I said shower, not fucking parboil yourself!”) and got under the cool crisp sheets of the hotel bed without even bothering to dry his hair.

Maybe he could talk to her, he thought, closing his eyes. He’d tried to stick with texting and let her call him when she wanted to talk, but even if their conversations weren’t totally back to normal, it should be okay for him to call her, right? Privacy was hard to come by, but he didn’t really need privacy, he just needed…space. Space to handle this one thing his own way without feeling watched and judged. Surely he could find that now that he was back under Jagged’s umbrella for the week. Surely Penny could find him some space if he asked.

Shame stung him, and Luka sighed, squeezing his eyes shut tighter. He felt like a joke, like a poser. Here he was, supposed to be breaking out on his own, showing the world he didn’t need Jagged, and yet he was so fucking relieved to be back in the place he was trying to get away from. Hell, maybe Crusher was right and Luka should just accept his good fortune without trying to push for more.

Luka rolled over, shaking his head a little to try and stop the spiral. He was too tired to think rationally now anyway. Focusing on the weight of his body on the mattress, listening for the sound of the ocean waves in his own steady breaths, in and out. His body responded quickly to the familiar routine, relaxing further, and he was finally able to lose his thoughts in sleep.

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