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[vetteltea]

congrats on 500 !!!! you deserve it sooo much 🫰🫰

i know you aren’t really a lando girlie….but since you’re so talented,,,can i request strawberry tea w lando & the napping together prompt ? thank you !!!! 🫶 (and congrats again !! 💞🤧)

☕︎ strawberry tea

LN4 and 'napping together'

He’s home. 

Every triple header you can’t attend gets a little troublesome; the apartment feels lifeless, the walls lackluster of laughter bouncing around. The puzzle the two of you had yet to complete lay dormant on the dining room table; a stark reminder that every meal without your boyfriend was eaten curled up on the modular sofa you’d also been sleeping on, the only comfort being a fluffy blanket, the smell of him already fading. 

The door had clicked, the text messages having faded since he had stepped off the plane, obviously more focused on returning back to you than responding to your questions. You didn’t care, not when you reached the entry foyer and saw him; tired, sore but smiling. His suitcase and travel bag faded into nothingness as a choked sob left your lips, running down the hall in sock feet and leaping at your boyfriend, two strong arms holding you against him, hiding his own head in your neck. 

“I’m home.” He’d whispered between shivers, overwhelmed from feeling your body pressed against his for the first time in over three weeks. Between whispers, in regards to how much they’ve missed one another, he’s pressing kisses against your face, your hands finding and threading through his curls, pleading he wouldn’t disappear without you again, at least not for a week.

Lando is so gentle, he can feel you shivering, probably from the lack of sleep and the realization he’s returned. It takes a few moments, unraveling yourself from one another, letting him link your fingers together, guiding you down the hall and back into the lounge. His heart melts when he sees the blankets cocooned into a makeshift bed like you had done oh-so-often for movie nights. 

“Have you been sleeping out here?” He coaxes, shifting from where you had been standing next to him, clamoring into the modular setup, immediately wiggling out of his shoes and hoodie, leaving him shirtless and oh-so-cozy. Lando didn’t miss the blush that tinted your cheeks, both from his toned chest and heavy question. 

“The bed felt…so empty without you.” The whisper left your lips. You hadn’t slept the first night, reaching out constantly to feel his warmth and shattering each time it hit that he wasn’t there. He’d never admit, but Lando had the exact same problem, having to physically exhaust himself into sleep. It would never come out, he’d never want his sweet girl to worry. Instead, he wordlessly raises his two arms, a signal for you to come and join him in the makeshift bed; he really doesn't have the energy to haul the cushions and blankets back to his actual bedroom.

It takes you less than a moment to react, bundling straight into his arms, both of you soft with giggles and gentle kisses. It’s like fitting a piece back together, your head immediately rests against his sternum, arms encircling you and holding you tighter. He’s warm. Oh, so warm and so comfortable that you can’t help but feel your eyes droop, getting heavier with the sleep debt you had gained. Delirium begins to overtake you both, adamant on napping rather than talking, it happened after years together.

“Do you want dinner?” You’d asked, voice teetering on the edge of sleep, only drawn closer when Lando’s hand reaches out, cupping your cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“We’ll order later. Right now I just want you.” He presses a final kiss to your temple, lying back into the blankets and dragging you with him. It’s less than a few minutes before sleep overtakes you both, eyes heavy with only one thought running through you both, that you’re home. 

part of the vetteltea 500 celebration!

#Vetteltea 500 #Lando Norris #Lando Norris Imagine #Lando Norris x Reader #Lando Norris One Shot #LN4 #LN4 x Reader #Lando Norris Blurb

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part I)

Summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 1,536.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Notes: As soon as I saw him my feminism left my body immediately and my inner voice agreed that I'd let him take away my human rights with no question. He's an absolute idiot, would sleep with him 100%.

Heads up as English is not my native language sooo, yeah you know what follows. Lord pls give me inspo to finish this fic, amen.

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part I: For The Common Good

Two months.

Two months ago Grace Mallory decided to put the former greatest supe into sleep. Somehow, you managed to get in her head, explaining your new project to her and finding a new use for Soldier Boy, who had enough rest for 40 years.

You knew what happened at the Seven Tower, how Soldier Boy and Butcher's team ended up there to finally kill Homelander. Grace tried doing some shit against Vought before, but she never managed to win. It wasn't different this time. What was better then, that to develop a cure for supes like you, who didn't ask for it? People who never used their powers in public, nor seeked fame and money.

As a doctor in Chemistry, you were developing a cure for Compound V with a secret team. Suitable for you, you were in the same CIA tower Colonel Mallory decided to encapsulate Soldier Boy to, initially, spend the rest of his days in. You had luck Grace gave green light to the project, even though your team was already working on it without her approval anyway. But it was so much better if she found out properly.

Making your way to the super secured wing where Soldier Boy was held out of his sleep, you gripped the folder in your hands. You were scanned thoroughly before going inside a cold space, where two different crystal windows and metal doors separated the place. The armed guard guided you to the first room to check first through the window. You sighed, seeing a man sitting down, hands cuffed to a harsh steel table, gaze lost. It was him.

"The keys," you requested the guard by your side.

"Doctor-"

"I said, keys. He doesn't need to be cuffed."

He complied to your order, clearly annoyed but with a straight face and you walked to the closed door.

"If something happens, I can take care of myself. Don't let anyone inside understand?" you said.

He gave a nod. With that, he let you inside the room, the doors closing behind your back.

The prisoner observed you carefully as soon as you entered. His gaze was tired, but he seemed ready to attack, and it was completely hard to ignore his rough stare on you as you made your way to your seat in front of him. Soldier Boy observed you, placing the folder on the surface, and you held his gaze, not flinching for a second. Until you decided to talk first.

"I am glad you're awake. My name is Y/N, I am a doctor at the facility. Just wanna know how you're doing today," you spoke in a calm and soft way, so he could see you were not a threat.

He saw you roaming through the pages of the file, which he recognized as a copy of his file, and you took a pen from your lab coat to make some anotations.

"Not a smart move to let a fucking doctor here," he said with a deep voice, lips forming a straight line. "What do you want?"

"I want to help you."

"Cut the bullshit."

"I want to talk. If you let me, I will uncuff you so we can have a chat, like civilized people. Just don't try to escape, you won't go too far."

He raised an eyebrow as you reached his wrists and carefully, you set him free from the metal grip.

"I know what happened with Butcher and his boys," you said, confident that he would not try anything else. "About Homelander and your relationship with him."

"What the fuck do you know?" Soldier Boy tensed visibly hearing the name of the bastard. Still, he remained on his seat. "Want some info? You can lick Grace's pussy for that."

"She is, actually, the one who approved me to be here right now," you answered, brushing off his vocabulary. You used to deal with assholes like him all the time.

He scoffed. "Why?"

"Ben," you called his real name softly. "You've been sleeping for four decades. You deserve a second chance, I am offering you that. In some sort of way."

"I'm not going to be part of that freakshow-"

"This has nothing to do with Vought," you cut his words, his tone rising and you knew perfectly why. "You just need to be here in the facility, awake, in a dignified place we will give you so you can learn everything you missed. We can give you therapy, a comfy room, anything you want that's legal, of course..."

His jaw clenched, feeling you would ask for something more. "In exchange of what?"

"I know it's hard, unfortunately you won't be able to get out, but you don't deserve to sleep forever again," you sighed. "I will pay you visits and follow your improvements because you're human, after all. That's all I ask from you," you gave him a smile for the first time.

For a few moments, he said nothing, as if making up his mind about it. "Alright, anything but coming back to that shit hole. I need reefer though."

"Lucky you, that's legal now. We can certainly make it happen."

He looked around the room as you let him go inside first. Not the fanciest, not the shittiest. It had the basics: a bed, a sofa, a TV, a closet, a bookshelf with different books, magazines and newspapers he wasn't sure would read any time, a separate door for a bathroom, enough privacy, and no windows though. It wasn't really a cell, but he did look and felt somehow like a hostage. Just a little less if he could say.

"This is what we have for now, I am all ears if you request something else to have in here," you began as he paced around and tested the bed, sitting down on the mattress.

Ben still wasn't convinced on why you offered this to him. Sceptic, he gave a good look at you, roaming his eyes at your standing figure in a fucking lab coat. Christ, he hated those. Too pretty for a doctor, but too dumb to be locked with a supe like him. He was so tired that he didn't try and hit on you like he normally would with any walking pussy that appeared in plain sight. He was too exhausted to even give a shit.

"Lemme think about it, doctor."

"Of course, take your time," you replied as he walked toward the bookshelf, scanning through the titles there were. He recognized only half of them.

"So, I will be imprisoned here instead of a fucking eggshell," Ben said, turning around to meet you. "Charming," he smirked, dragging the words out of his mouth. "Doing charity."

He watched your face drop as you shook your head. "It's not like that-"

"Then why keep me awake?" Ben insisted as he gave steps to get close to you. "I can't die, it's much easier to force my sleep in a capsule your boss made specially for me."

He stopped mere inches in front of you, your eyes never turned away from him. He thought you were fucking brave just by keeping his dark gaze.

"Ben, I told you I will be watching your progress. You can grow from all of this with our help-"

"What kind of doctor are you?"

"A psychiatrist. That's why I'm here."

Ben scoffed with a grin showing on his lips. He didn't believe in that kind of shit, but oh, well. What was he gonna do about it? He was tired of sleeping, Mallory captured him, and you were here, giving him a shelter for no cost, but his freedom. In his mind, that was temporary of course. With time, a plan would come. Right now, he just needed to keep up with the fucked up things of the modern world.

"I guess you would come and babysit me then," he said, going back to take a sit on the bed.

"Wouldn't use 'babysit you' but I will come to see you, that's for sure."

He nodded. Silence was his answer, so you continued.

"Just general rules. Our people will bring you three meals a day, if you're missing something that you need then just push the button by the door, there will be guards outside to assist you on that. Also, there are clothes your size on the closet and personal products so you can change and take a shower," he stayed silent again, just taking in your words. "If you don't need anything then I leave you to get comfortable," you said, about to leave.

"Wait. I do need something," he hesitated for a moment, but he continued anyway. "Don't use those lab coats when you come in."

Your eyes widened, he quickly realised you already knew why he was requesting that when you started to take off the coat, revealing your formal attire. You wrapped the coat on your arm and cleaned your throat.

"I totally understand, I will keep that in mind when I come tomorrow. And I will ask for your reefer too."

You flashed a final polite smile and left him to get settled. Ben breathed out. Fuck, he really needed a shower.

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy imagine #soldier boy fanfiction #the boys amazon #the boys series #the boys tv #the boys fanfiction #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles

[pinkgy]

okay, ignore the previous ask, i can't be more blind and stupid (💀).

so, if it isn't a bother, may you write some headcanons about the kings (satan, mammon, beelzebub and leviathan) with a reader who's slightly chubby and dislikes their (reader's) body.

thanks in advance, dear.

–☕ (wishing to end myself after this one.)

Hi ! Thank you so much for your request and congratulations for being the first request that is not about sex lol I needed a break.

Here it is! I loved writing this request and I hope you like it ♡

It's a bit OOC in some parts (Leviathan), but in my defense, it's not easy to write fluff about them.

Also, I'm sorry if I didn't focus much on the body type part, I'm not a great fan of specifying the reader's body type, race, and sometimes even height, but it's okay! I tried my best.

Also, this is my contribution to the soft and sweet Mammon HC.

𝗪𝗛𝗕

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

"𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨"

♡

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

✮ He’s in denial, Satan has you on a pedestal and he genuinely cannot believe that you think this way about yourself, simply because it’s a completely different opinion than the one he has of you.

✮ If you dare to mention any discomfort with your appearance in front of him, he will laugh in your face telling you to stop joking about such things, and when you look at him completely serious he might realize that he was wrong.

✮ Satan genuinely doesn't have any specific body preference, in his eyes you’re perfect, all he cares about is that you’re healthy both physically and mentally. 

✮ Once he fully realizes, you won't EVER hear him joking about it, and if someone else dared to they’re dead within seconds. The same goes for you "jokingly" mistreating yourself, that's the biggest offense for him and the lecture your life awaits you.

✮ This situation would become a priority for satan, he's capable of leaving aside all his work just to do the impossible to make you feel better about yourself. 

✮ He gets very frustrated every time you talk negatively about yourself, and he feels sad every time he notices that you feel insecure about your body, Satan somehow puts himself in your shoes, and that makes him take everything too seriously.

“Stop looking at yourself like that, I know what you're thinking and I don't like it” He hugs you from behind "Let's talk, you're too pretty to be thinking those things"

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

✮ He might believe that you’re joking if you tell him, and he also might jokingly tell you something like “Yeah, I don’t like your body either” Clearly no offense intended, he would genuinely think that you’re not being serious.

✮ Beelzebub won’t realize that his “Harmless comment” made you feel bad unless someone else tells him that he screwed up, probably many days later he will approach you and actually apologize.

✮ Don’t expect any elaborate apologies from him, he will tell you what is necessary. But after he has taken a long time trying to remember everything you said to him that day, he will subtly start looking for ways to make you feel better about yourself. 

✮ Believe me, Beelzebub is going to make sure you hear every chance he gets about how perfect you are, and in case he forgets to tell you, Bael is under strict orders to remind him. 

✮ He’s really supportive but he sucks at showing it, his main goal is to distract you from your insecurity by at the same time trying to not distract himself, and somehow, it works.

"And who said that being yourself is not okay? As long as that beautiful body of yours is well-fed and healthy, you are the hottest person out there"

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

✮ He would get offended, but like, really offended, the moment he notices or when you tell him about it he acts like those Latina grandmas when their grandchild tells them they're gay,

literally him.

✮ He's never seen anyone more ethereal than you, how do you even dare to dislike yourself?

✮ He genuinely doesn’t care about your body type, your weight, etc, as long as you’re healthy he’s going to love every part of you.

✮ He’s an amazing listener, Mammon will encourage you to vent to him while he slowly caresses your hair, and every time you say something he’s not okay with, he kisses your forehead.

✮ He wouldn't think you're joking, the opposite, Mammon would take this really seriously, but like, too seriously, to the point where you’re not getting out of Tartaros without loving your body as much as he loves it, and believe me, that’s a lot. 

“How can you hate such a beautiful body like yours? Every inch of you is perfect and just looking at you feels like a privilege, so don't overthink too much please”

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡

✮ Leviathan will genuinely get mad at you, if he finds out, he will ignore you, and if you tell him, he will leave and ignore you too, but it’s temporary, he will get over it in a few days. 

✮ He kind of sucks at comforting people, but he can and will try his best with you, just don’t expect much from him, and know that he’s genuine about it.

✮ He will make an annoyed face every time you comment something negative about yourself, and trust me, you will notice.

✮ Leviathan has a very good memory, and he’ll make a mental note of every part of your body that you mention that you don’t like, and every chance he gets he will make sure to kiss or caress that part. He won’t be very obvious, but somehow, he will find a way to discreetly improve your opinion of yourself.

✮ He would hang anyone who dared to make jokes about your body, and would also hang anyone who complimented you, only he has the right to do that.

✮ And on those days when you feel particularly bad about your body, Leviathan will be sure to find a way to distract you with something else, he’s very observant so he wouldn’t need to listen to you to know how you feel, he’ll just suddenly leave his work for a few hours and take you to one of your favorite places, even if he hates the place, he hates more that you have a bad opinion of yourself.

“Get those thoughts out of your head, people should be jealous of how you look, okay? Don't be ridiculous”

#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #what in “hell” is bad? #whb #whb satan #whb beelzebub #what in hell is bad x reader #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb leviathan x reader #whb satan x reader #whb mammon x reader #whb beelzebub x reader

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Stress Release | IDW Rodimus x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1100+

Warnings: Smut ( desk and rough interfacing ), dom reader, sub Rodimus, control play, mummy kink and licking. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This went completely different to what I had planned from the start but I'm honestly very happy how it turned out. First attempt in writing Hot Rod/Rodimus. I love that flame boy! Also taking notice I've been managing to keep my requests within 1k, for now at least. Enjoy this hot stuff. 🥰

☕ Coffee

"Desk. Now."

Rodimus had barged into your office so suddenly, barking the order so bluntly that it made you snort a giggle. He's horny. Your conjunx is always damn horny in the weirdest of times, you find it quite adorable.

"Why?" You choose to tease as you keep your focus on the data pad in your servos, pretending you didn't notice what the fuss was all about.

"You're kidding, right?" His wounded expression almost makes you cave, but not quite. "Look at me! I'm all heated up and it's bothering me. I need to frag, like right now. Magnus has been up my aft all day!" You have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from bursting out laughing from his poor choice of words. "Not like that! Come on! Just a quick frag, that's all I need."

"Is fragging all I'm good for?" You set the data pad aside and lean back in your chair, leg crossing over the other on top of your thigh as you gave a lingering intense stare at him.

His shoulders slump down, defeated and letting out a heavy vent. "N-no, no, of course not, you're so much more than that. Please I just....please?" You could hear him beg all day.

Standing up you slowly make your way around the table and sit on top of it. Rodimus smiles like a giddy sparkling and skips over to you, though you stop him with the end of your pede, sly smile on your face.

"Easy now cowboy. Mama would like an apology."

"For what? What did I do?"

"You were very rude just then, demanding me to get on the desk like a spoilt brat. Mama doesn't like it when you get all bossy." Your voice was like silk, smooth and tender, yet also very controlling that latches onto him in a vise grip. Rodimus knows what you're doing.

"Really? We're doing this now? Thought that game was only for inside our quarters."

"What's wrong? Afraid for anyone to see just how you fall apart under your mama? Besides, you love it, me being bossy. You can't help yourself."

Gently you rub his heated panel with your pede, earning a startled whimper from him, causing you to smirk softly from his falling apart reaction just by a simple rub. The guy had zero self control over himself sometimes.

When he doesn't say anything, you add on. "Now, are you going to behave?" Though you do enjoy him playing the spoilt brat, you were pretty eager for a good hard frag as well. You just need to teach him some manners first.

"Yes...mama." Rodimus meets your gaze, optics fuzzy and cheek plating heated with a pink hue, giving him such a soft cuteness.

"Good boy."

Moving your pede you move it up against his chassis and rest it in a good flexible position under his chin. One thing he loves about you is just how well you can flex and bend yourself.

"Lick. Apologise to your mama."

Rodimus always wants to please you, and he never fails. Leaning down, he drags his warm glossa against your pede, kissing and licking the area at your command, sliding his glossa over your wheel and making it swivel a little. You smile, giddy with pride, loving the sight of him wanting to keep you happy.

"I'm sorry, mama." He whispers, soft baby blue optics moving up to look at you in the most innocent and cutest way.

"You're forgiven, darling." You move your pede off and sit back down, thighs parted with panel cover retracted and revealing your already soaking valve. "Now, you're after some stress release?"

"Yes, please." He vented heavily, the sight of you almost makes him overload right there standing. "Please mama, I'm begging you."

"Since you asked so nicely." You purr out in delight before taking hold of his waist with both your pedes, tugging him closer against you and grinding yourself against his hot covering. "Come on big boy, fill your mama. Don't hold back."

His broad, goofy smile is something you'll always lust after. You watch as his panel retracts and his throbbing spike bobs out, intensely hot and screaming for action. He doesn't hold back and spreads your thighs even wider, pressing himself against you as you keep yourself on the desk, right before he bluntly thrusts his thick length into your waiting and eager valve.

The desk shakes as he impales you firmly without holding back, just as you commanded. There's no pause and he sets a rough pace, thrusting his cable into you through an intense rut that is boiling through him.

Tightening your thighs, you hold on while letting out rowdy moans that fill the room, mixing in with his rigid grunts and hitched vents. You feel every bumpy ridge running across your channel, pulsing wildly like a rapid fire, sending bursts and sparks up through your entire frame.

"So good! Roddy, oh frag!"

"Oh mama, fragging good mama!"

In the room, you both always got creative, to keep things spicy between you both and the thrill to keep on rolling. You loved him, so much. He deserved the best and you're happy to provide that however possible.

His servos hold firmly at your waist as he drags you back against him with each thrust delivered, your flooding lubricants pooling against the rocking desk and dripping down onto the floor between his thrusts, fragging you thoroughly, and grinding his pelvic plating against your sensitive node.

He buries his face against your neck, dentas nibbling against your neck cables and holding you close as you embrace his roaring heat, thighs clenching tightly as your valve does too, sucking him whole.

Rodimus has been fighting with himself and holding back for as long as possible, until he simply couldn't control it anymore.

"Mama...mama!" He chants, hips rutting firmly against you before overloading, his thrusts still present to make sure you overload yourself, which proved to be easier as you don't keep yourself lingering behind and let out a thundering mewl and clinging onto him.

Your overoad bursts out heavily, your hips still grinding against him as you ride it out as you both let your cooling fans kick in and vent through the intense frag you just had.

His spike remains inside, twitching madly, making you whimper through your desire and reach your servo up to caress his cheek plating. "You're so big Roddy, filling mama so much with your fluids. I think you'll spark me for sure this time."

The talk about sparklings has happened, but with different wars happening, it wasn't the best time to raise one. Though that doesn't slow either of you down from fragging. Anything could happen.

"Oh darling, I fragging love you so much!" Rodimus praises his worshipping over you before taking your face under his servos and kissing you passionately, devouring your lips and coiling his glossa with your own with an intense greed.

Moving away together you let out a silky giggle and nuzzle your face into his neck, embracing the hot mech you call your conjunx endura as you feel his spike nest comfortably inside you.

"I love you too, Roddy, my handosme hot flame."

#transformers #rodimus prime #hot rod #valveplug #rodimus x reader #reader insert #idw #lost light #mtmte #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

[rinbowaman]

this is kind of a silly request but i’m in a silly mood… what would heethans reaction be to y/n gossiping with him.. 😭😭

Ooooh...so y/n isnt the type to gossip, and that is a major contributing factor as to why heethan loves her. vicky and her friends were the gossiping type, and honestly, he hates that. he doesn't at all like it. i made a small drabble below but it was really hard to do so bc its so out of character for y/n lol, that and heethan hates it...but hopefully i did this one justice. totally a "what if...." scenario.

"Gossip Girl..."

Warnings: rough handling, some dub-con smut hinted, hinted oral (male receiving) rough smut hinted.....cursing...gossiping. i think that's it.

"Did you know Mel has a crush on a boy in your class?"

"Oh....really?" Heeseung continues to type as he listens in, responding nonchalantly as he prepares to grade the assignments of his peers.

"Yeah. Which is weird because she's dating Gibson."

"Yeah. Weird." Completely disinterested in the topic, Heeseung continues to type away.

"But what's really weird is that I heard Stephanie also likes the same guy."

"Mmhmm...."

"Do you know him?"

"Nope."

"Babe are you listening? Or are you just mumbling your answers?"

"I'm listening pretty baby." Halting his typing, he looks down at the desk as he stands up and closes his laptop. Confused, you eyeball him as he makes his way over to you, not making eye contact until the very last minute, when he straddles you.

"What are you doing? I thought you had work?"

"I do......but i have to take care of you first."

"What?"

"Why are you doing that?"

Frowning your brows together, you look up, his thighs squeezing your arms together as he pins them to your sides, locking you in, practically seated on your chest. Carefully, he keeps the bulk of his weight on his kneecaps, knowing that you wouldn't be able to handle in supporting it.

"Doing what?"

"Gossiping." he leans his face in, glaring at you as he harshly grabs your hair, pulling your head slightly back to expose your throat. "I fucking hate that. Knock it off."

Gulping, you slightly nod your head, his grasp on your hair never loosening up, in fact, it grew tighter.

"I dont know who turned you on to that, but you are not going to be influenced by it...or them. Understand?"

You nod once more.

"Good.....now open your fucking mouth."

Doing as he ordered, you open your mouth slowly. "mmhmm...now stick out your fucking tongue."

Sticking out your tongue, you watch as he keeps his hold on your hair, and his free hand unzips his jeans, digging in to fish out his hardened member. Slapping it against the surface of your tongue, your nose, and your lips, he traces it around your face, letting the pre-cum ooze out, staining your cheeks.

Smirking, he taps his dick onto your cheek.....hard.

"Lets clean out that mouth of yours....."

One more tap against your lips, he widens his sadistic glare and hovers his massive length right above your face. "and NO...MORE....GOSSIPING."

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[jewbeloved]

i just found ur account and OHMYGOSH OBSESSED!! can i request the main 4 + tweek and butters reaction to someone flirting with their s/o (prayers for tweek and his constant anxiety lmao)

Team Stan + Tweek and Butters when somebody flirts with their s/o💗💗💖💖

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🧊

He will probably get jealous, but he is also focused on how you react towards the person flirting with you.

He gets all insecure and having thoughts of you leaving him for that person.

He won't be having those thoughts anymore when he sees that you slapped the person in the face when they tried to touch you.

You could say that he is letting out happy squeals inside, being thankful that you won't leave him for some random bozo.

You would be cuddling with him afterwards <3💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎄

He doesn't know how to feel about it.

But he can surely feel jealous and anger bubbling inside him.

Don't let him be alone with the person who was flirting with you things might get a lil ugly.

You would find him beating the person up because they tested his patience.

"Kyle! calm down!" You pulled Kyle away before glaring at the person.

"Hey! he's the one who beated me up so why are you defending him? you should be with me instead!"

You ignored the person while taking Kyle home.

"If I see them flirting with you again I'm gonna-"

Kyle was interrupted by you giving him a kiss.

"Calm down big boy, you'll blow a circuit" You took off Kyle's hat and began ruffling his jewfro.

Maybe he doesn't have to worry at all...💚💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🌹

He probably won't care, and would just think that you're just trying to make him feel jealous.

But once he sees that its not a joke and the person is for real flirting with you, his emotions is going all over the place.

In order to avoid showing any signs of jealousy, he would probably barge in between you both while trying to revert your attention away from the person.

He continues to do this until you start to catch on.

"Eric? are you jealous?"

"What are you talking about, I'm not jealous of anything you asshole!"

"Don't lie to me, you always show up out of nowhere whenever someone tries to flirt with me"

"I was just only making sure that you're okay. What? you want me to not check on you at all and just ignore you?" You still seem to not be buying it at all.

"I will give you KFC If you tell me the truth" you pulled out a bucket of KFC chicken out of the bag you had in your backpack.

Cartman began to sweat in full nervousness while staring at the KFC and you.

"Fine...! I am jealous....you probably would leave me for those people that flirt with you anyways!"

Cartman was about to go upstairs to his room until you grabbed his hand immediately.

"I may put up with you and your evil ways, but I didn't be your girlfriend/boyfriend for no reason you know..."

You leaned closer to Cartman and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you <3"

Cartman froze for a min before his face was tinted red fully.

First time?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍁

He would be a mixture of Stan and Kyle.

He would be jealous and angry at seeing some random person flirting with you.

But at the same time hes insecure so he probably might drag you away from the person while giving him a death glare.

If they still continue to try and hit on you he's gonna take some actions, even If he gets killed in the progress.

Flirting with you is his job, nobody else is allowed to flirt with you!

Please give this poor boy a lot of attention and love so he can feel better :(🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

He is going to be freaking out completely!

He was sitting on the bench with you in the park while drinking his coffee until some random guy decided to flirt with you.

He's definitely going to be having a lot of thoughts.

How are you going to react to that guy? will you leave Tweek for him? do you secretly go out and flirt with other people as well so they try to flirt with you back?? do you actually love Tweek or were you just pretending to all this time???

When the guy tried to give you a kiss you kicked him in the face and it knocked him out.

You turned to face Tweek as you saw him twitching violently and a lil hint of tears were coming out of his eyes. Probably because of all those thoughts he had in his head...

"Oh Tweek..." You gently hugged him while laying his head on your chest.

"Y-Y/n...do you actually love me...or ACK!...were you pretending to this whole UGH! time...??"

Your eyes were full of shock.

"Why would you think that? of course I do love you Tweek!" you pulled him onto your lap and gave him little pecks on his lips.

"Ngh....I didn't like when they guy was flirting with you and it made me think that you must've flirted with him ACK! UGH! before..."

"The only person I would flirt with is you B)" you whispered into Tweek's ear.

His face was red as a tomato. You began to giggle at the sight.💛💛💛💛💛💛☕

💛 Butters Scotch 🪩

He would be pretty nervous and sad at the same time.

Somebody flirting with you is just probably south park throwing shit at him again.

He tried to tell the person that was flirting with you to stop, but they just gave him a black eye right in front of you.

You desperately got angry and punched the person in the jaw and some of their teeth fell out.

"You flirting with me when I have a boyfriend is one thing, but hitting him right in front of me is another!"

Butters basically just watched you beat up the person.

When you were done you took Butters home to get his eye healed.

You had no idea how happy Butters was.

In the end, you both played hello kitty adventure together before cuddling in the night <3💛💛💛💛💛

666 :v

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[darkphoenix07]

Paper rings by Taylor Swift

<Song prompt au>

Masterlist

Mental Health Request

Paring : Jongho x Reader

Genre : Romance, Friends to lovers

Word count : 2.6k

Synopsis : You two are college mutual friends but you act like you can't recall his name intensionally everytime he comes to buy his pistachio latte ☕

Warning : Adorable, Soft Intimacy

9.32 p.m.

You keep staring at your phone as you have been for several hours by now for being bored. The song playing in the background is making your ears bleed but you are scared to go home alone at this hour because this city isn't safe for girls to be anywhere alone. Your friend has promised you that he will drop you home as soon as the party ends but now he is nowhere to be found.

"Hey, Y/n," finally you hear your friend, Yunho from the background and look behind. But instead of meeting his eyes, you meet a pair of dark brown eyes, chubby cheeks and dark black haired boy wearing a simple black t-shirt with no design but only black cargo pants. For some seconds you feel like his eyes sparkled and he looked like he smiled at you. But the next moment, it was all gone and he shoved one glass of whiskey in his mouth without sparing you a single look.

"I'm sorry for keeping you here. I was with my friends. You haven't meet Jongho, right? He is Choi Jongho, one of my friends and Jongho, this is y/n, my childhood friend," Yunho says and you stand up awkwardly.

You don't understand what to do but gladly the word, "Hi," comes out from your mouth easily enough for being social.

One the other hand, he doesn't even smile and you. He only blinks at you in a way of making you understand he heard you and starts talking to Yunho instead. They sit around you in the couch of the party house and keep talking all night. But Jongho doesn't even glance at you for once or talk to you or ask you something.

But unintentionally your eyes keep going back to the mole on his throat. A little far from his chin and from his collarbone. It is making him look a bit too much attractive than he already is. That is making you feel so hot though the air conditioners are on.

You have always felt unattractive throughout your whole school life and college was another run as your friends got boyfriends but you got none. Sadly, no one even approached for you which made it worse. Your insecurities about your features kept getting higher when you started having guy friends but they were only comfortable in keeping you friend.

Jongho was in another college which is why you've never seen him until now. Up until now, no one has ever caught your eyes like he did. Something about him, maybe his eyes or that mole on his neck makes you weak for him already when you don't even know him.

Finally the time comes when Yunho drops you home and the first time you do after reaching home is look for Jongho in the social media and damnit, he looks like someone's boyfriend in every picture without even trying. He has gummy smile which you notice in a photo Yunho tagged him on his birthday. Oh that smile, it looks like you are about to lose your mind.

After roaming a whole hour in his social media account you notice the books beside his bed. There is a white bookshelf covered with plant and various books. You take a screenshot of that and order every book online so you understand what type of person he is and what type of romance he likes.

It's hard to sleep when for the first time you are feeling the adrenal rush for someone who didn't even talk to you for one second and completely avoided you like you are invisible. You know this isn't right but you can't help it. After knowing it is going to be a long night, you kept tossing and turning until the sun comes up and it becomes the time for college.

In college, you try to ask your friends about him but it feels wrong. So you simply finish college and enter your cafe where you work as a barista. It's very weird but you've become barista because you love brown color and the smell of coffee. It always makes your day when you are in the cafe.

Days go by as you meet Jongho often but the routine is the same. You keep staring at him while he keeps giving you cold shoulder. Sometimes it feels like he avoids you on purpose and talks to every other person in the party.

After losing your mind and reading three of the books that you saw beside his bed, you've decided to give up. He's too good for you. His morals, his thoughts, the type of books he read. Everything is out of league.

One morning, you are working in the cafe when suddenly a order comes up like this, "One pistachio latte please."

You feel your head has started to burn hearing the soft voice. You know he can sing very well but hearing him order something like that starts making you feel weak on your knees. You want to jump or scream but you only smile looking at him, "Alright, it will be 5 dollar and 25 bucks," you tell him.

"Y/n, you are work here!" His voice is a little heavier when he asks you that.

You nod smiling again when your head goes, he knows my name, he knows my name, he knows my name.

"Choi San, right?"

Jongho's face turns blue, you think when you get his name wrong on purpose. You remember Yunho showing Choi San long time ago at a party so it was blurted out in front of Jongho as an accident but kind of intensionally. Because you are practically stalking his social media without following him. How can you not know his name?

"Nevermind, give me my latte quickly," he looks annoyed but doesn't show it to you as he waits for his order sitting on a corner while reading a book you've finished reading last week.

Someone delivers the latte and thus the day ends while he keeps reading the book having two lattes and you working like a madwoman so you don't see him looking like a painting in your peaceful cafe.

Maybe intensionally but you start avoiding him in the parties like he has been doing like a stupid girl you are. Part of you were tired of chasing him and part of you were feeling like an idiot. So, you wanted to stop.

What you kept up was calling him by everything except his own name.

And the day occur when you were alone in the cafe. It was night time, no customer was there neither the barista with you. You were about to close the cafe but suddenly the bell of the cafe ring and you look up meeting his sparkling dark brown eyes.

People in the world have brown eyes mostly. So, if you say dark brown is your thing that will sound wrong. But whenever you look into his eyes, he looks so dreamy and different from every human being who has brown eyes.

"Welcome, Kim Jongin."

Did you just call him by your favorite kpop man? Yes, you did.

Do you feel embarrassed? Yes, you do.

Do you want to run away? Yes, you do.

Do you want to say sorry? Absolutely not.

He looks around then right into your eyes and you don't know why your cap decides to fall from your head. Does he have any super power or your brain just pushed the cap away?

"You!" He sounds mad but then he pauses, takes a deep breath and thumps a tiny box in front of you on the table, "Yunho has told me to leave this box to you as he is busy."

You keep looking at him while he starts leaving but then looks back at you, "Why do you keep getting my name wrong?"

"Excuse me?"

Maybe you are not good at acting but you are genuinely surprise or maybe you are surprised because he has snapped.

"My name is Choi Jongho and you know it very well. Don't you?" He asks you that question a little too loud that it strikes right into your heart making your heart thudding so bad.

"I-I"

"Is there a problem with you and me?" He asks looking straight into your eyes. Maybe he didn't want to just look at your eyes because you feel his eyes dropping on your lips for a tiny second. Not once or twice but a multiple times. It was making you feel like he is having a hard time keeping his eyes focused on your eyes only.

"Isn't it normal for me to forget the name of a guy who doesn't even look at me in the party?"

You snap back at him. Maybe not because he snapped. Maybe because he is not pulling you for a kiss when your eyes have fallen on his lips a multiple times by now too.

"Nevermind," he says and walks away making the ring bell again leaving you there all alone by yourself.

You keep sitting in a chair for a while before locking the cafe. It's a bit late but you are feeling so full right now. You need to walk it out but as you turn, you see a familiar black Hyundai Accent car in front you.

"May I drop you home?"

Jongho asks you with a look of apology.

You keep standing there not understanding what to do.

"As an apology, please?" He asks and you smile softly before getting beside him.

For a long ten minutes none of you talk. But then Jongho starts, "I am not good at people."

"Me neither."

You reply and you both sigh together.

Before he can say anything further, you tell him to stop his car in front of your house, "This is it."

You don't look at him. You can not. You simply leave his car but look from the window, "Will you come for a pistachio latte?"

"You make that home?" He asks looking purely shocked and you nod.

"So, will you?"

"I can. It's not like I've things to do," that's a lie Jongho says to you. Tomorrow is his midterm exam and the subject feels vomiting to him. He doesn't tell you that or worries about it.

He follows you like a bear he is and enters in your abode. The first thing his eyes fall on are the books you bought after seeing them beside his bed's shelf.

"Have you read them?"

You mentally slap yourself seeing them on the couch.

"I have," there are seven books. The rest of them are in your bookshelf covered in packets. New as gold. He will see them soon and you'll regret calling him inside.

"Sit here," you move the books, "I'll bring the latte."

"Okay," he sits awkwardly on the couch and keeps staring at the new books. They look like they haven't been touched but they are circled, underlined a multiple times.

After a while, you come back with the latte and your cup of coffee simple but dark. Maybe like you.

"So, you read them recently?" He asks you and he knows the answer so you only nod.

He takes a sip of his coffee, "I didn't know how to approach you properly so I could never."

"Me neither."

Did you say that twice? Yes???

You try to cover the problem with intensionally getting his name wrong, "I- am not good at remembering things."

"You were pretty good with recalling my favorite flavored latte," he says and for the first time he smiles at you showing his gums. He looks at you smilingly but for some reason looking at you his smile falls out and his eyes drops on your lips.

He doesn't speak, he doesn't ask for anything. He knows he doesn't have to when he bends over you and you move closer too meet his lips closing your eyes.

Your lips melt into his when he gently wraps his one hand around you pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His lips are like marshmallow and he tastes so good after having the latte maybe. The kiss doesn't leave you breathless because it keeps going smoothly with one lips to another. It drives you crazy and calms you down at the same time.

When he releases the kiss and looks at you, he reads your eyes that you are not satisfied with this much. He touches his forehead with yours, "Can I stay here tonight?"

He will definitely fail in his exam but he doesn't want to fail with you.

So, you nod too and the kiss turns into making love and making love one night turns into 3 years of dating.

You keep on working as barista not worrying about life as you have the best boyfriend ever but he doesn't get a job yet which keeps making him anxious.

Four of your friends have gotten married already after graduating with you but he doesn't want to talk about starting a new life. His part time job doesn't go well neither he is good at doing business. He can sing well but that isn't giving him chances to earn enough money for both of you.

You keep worrying over starting a journey with him when on new years eve you kneel on one knee in front of him and ask for his hand in marriage with you in front of all of your friends, "Marry me."

His shocking face tells you everything but you smile because you know why he hesitates. Your life style and his were always different. He knows what hunger is where you don't understand what shoe to wear on each day. He used to save money forgetting about breakfast while you couldn't stop eating though you wanted to lose weight.

You never knew what saving was until last year when you decided to propose him on one knee saving some money for further time so he can still work on his songs. You wanted to support him until he gets something for himself though luxury was always your normal chore.

"Listen, I have enough for the two of us. I have joined a company too. From dad's help but I know you would never take dad's help. So, I am going to do for both of us until you reach your goals. So, marry me," you tell him as he makes you stand up.

He doesn't say anything, only keeps his head down not being able to meet your eyes.

"I don't want to get old and wonder I should have married you long ago. Living with you is not enough, Jongho. I want to be called wife by you everyday," you tell him touching your forehead with his.

"I am sorry for not being enough," Jongho says holding your hands tightly.

But you smile, "Don't say that and listen, I love to waste money, Jongho. But I won't love to waste the rest of our lives."

"I won't be able to give you a diamond ring," he says.

"I want you to make me walk on the aisle. I don't care if it's a diamond ring or paper ring," you tell him and pulls you for a kiss in front of everyone while helping you to insert the ring inside his finger.

Breaking the stereotype was nice and it was hard living like he lives.

But waking up next to him and watching him breath where divorce never come as an option was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Putting the whole song in the au. Did you like it?

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[mochiimadness]

I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT THE MOMENT I DISCOVERED IT.

and if you're open for requests, can you maybe do a ROTTMNT Leo x reader?

It's where April(my queen) has a bestfriend who is also a mutant(which she doesn't know) A kitsune mutant perhaps? Reader went to visit April and unfortunately got into a sticky situation 😔 but ofc reader can fight.

It was when April received a message late from reader saying they got into trouble

So they went to rescue her purrr

But all they encountered was a Mutant fighting one of the member of the Foot clan

👀and Leo was amazed by her.

(It's corny I know, and if you're not interested or uncomfortable with my request. You can completely ignore it! ♥️) - from a queer reader☕

The city lights shone brightly in the night, practically lighting up every corner of New York city- well, nearly every corner. You had been on your way to meet up with your best friend, April O'Neil, at her apartment. Unfortunately, instead of enjoying the nice, chill walk to her place, you had been dragged into a bit of a tight spot.

Having decided to cut through an alley way to get to her apartment quicker, you'd rounded the corner and stopped short at the sight of a foot clan operation. A few grunt ninjas carried boxes containing who knows what from what seemed to be the fire exit of a ... paper shop?? (Ah, it was probably paper in those boxes then.) Into the back of a rather fortified looking vehicle.

Among the foot soldiers stood a bulky man, barking out orders to "Hurry up and load these boxes, we have places to be!" at the soldiers. A bright mystic flame hovered above his head, casting light onto the orange foot print in the center in his face. Had someone stepped in orange paint and kicked him??

Just as the leader looking dude started to turn his head in your direction, you dove behind a dumpster to avoid being seen- just barely hiding in time. Digging into your pocket, you yanked your phone out and shot a quick message to April saying you had gotten into some trouble. Whatever this was, you knew you would be late and did not want your friend to come looking for you and run into this. Just as you finished typing and hit send, a large shadow loomed over you. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Looking back over your shoulder, you flashed a toothy grin in your best attempt to seem nonchalant. "Uh, hi? Just inspecting this dumpster here, yup- seems perfectly fine so I'm just gonna head out-" you said, cringing at the obvious lie (what- you had to say something-) and jumping to your feet to make a break for it.

A large hand grabbed you by the back of your collar and yanked you back before you could make your escape. "Hey, we got some more dumpsters back here that you need to check. Can't have any loose ends, right?" The foot leader said, snapping his fingers to get the other soldiers attention. They dropped the boxes (some looking rather relieved to drop the boxes they had been carrying), each pulling out varying weapons and stalking closer to the two of you.

At this, you reached up to grip at your cloaking device, lips pulling back into a grimace- your teeth looking noticeably... sharper compared to your grin from earlier. "Yeah, I guess you're right." You sighed, before yanking the device off, magic looking mist enveloping you in a bright flash.

~~~

"Guy's we've gotta go!" April shouted, barging into the lair with her phone held high. The turtles looked up from around the lounge, faces stuffed full of pizza. Raph was the first to pipe up, swallowing his pizza down quickly and jumping to his feet.

"What's wrong? A break in? Is Mayhem in trouble again??" The red masked turtle asked, stepping over his brothers to meet April halfway.

"What? No- look my friends in danger. We were supposed to meet up but she just sent me this message saying she got into trouble! We gotta go!" April said, shoving her phone towards the others to show them your message (which specifically told April not to come help).

"I'm sure they're fine, they probably just ran into New York's famous traffic or something." Donnie hummed dismissively after reading your message, taking another bite out of his slice of pizza. April and Raph turned towards him with a glare, to which he turned away from.

"Well, April says we gotta go, so let's go just in case." Leo piped up, rising to his feet and stretching briefly. "And if it's nothing, she can buy us another pizza." He sent a grin towards April before grabbing Donnie and Mikey to haul them up- each hurrying to finish their last slices.

April rolled her eyes at this but turned and rushed out of the lair. "Yeah, yeah, deal- let's just go already!"

~~~

When April had told them about her friend being in possible danger, Leo had expected a mugging at most. Or maybe even some minor mutant trouble- after all, there were still several mutant silverfish on the loose.

What he hadn't been expecting was several foot clan soldiers sprinting out of an alley- screaming.

"Eough boy- this definitely isn't nothing." He grimaced, glancing at his brothers and April as they each pulled out their weapons. "We should probably hurry-"

"No kidding!" April interrupted, readying her bat and charging into the alley.

"Wait- shouldn't we- oh forget it." Leo started, before lifting his katanas and rushing after April- only to skid to a stop right beside her.

There, further in the alley, was a giant fox fighting Foot Brute- and winning. There were several other soldiers scattered around the alley, most unconscious- some scrambling to get up and run away. The foot brute himself was yelling in panic, attempting to block several powerful looking hits from the fox's tails-

Multiple tails.

Mouth agape in shock at the sight, he glanced at April. "By any chance- did your friend say anything about a giant fox mutant?" He asked, turning his gaze back to follow the fox's- admittedly impressive- attacks.

April shook her head, glancing around in search of you. "Nope- definitely no fox mutant mention-" She paused, spotting your cloaking device and bending down to snatch it up.

"Kitsune." Donnie corrected, pulling out his phone to take a quick photo of the mythical creature- for documentary reasons, of course. "That's an actual real life kitsune!" The flash of Donnie's camera going off caught the attention of the kitsune and Foot Brute- both whipping their heads around to see where it came from.

Leo watched as the kitsune locked its gaze on April, freezing for a moment in what looked like a mix of surprise and exasperation, before seemingly remembering it had just been in the middle of a fight. Whipping its head back around to face Foot Brute, it dodged a rather powerful punch with ease before spinning to slam its tails into the brute.

And he went flying.

"Woah-!" Leo jumped back in shock, watching the foot brute sail over their heads and land with a loud crash. A glance around showed that his brothers and April were in equal states of shock- a single hit from those tails was enough to send a mystic powered brute of a man flying like a softball!

Looking back at the kitsune, Leo stared in a mix of awe and slight fear as it walked towards them slowly. "Uh... we don't want any trouble- just looking for her friend." He said, smiling nervously. He could actually feel his heart rate speeding up the more as the creature got closer (though, he wasn't sure if it was just out of fear).

It was beautiful- each of its tails were raised, looking as though they were flowing in invisible wind or water and seemingly harmless (he might have believed them to be, had he not just seen them literally send one of their enemies flying)

Not to mention, its fur was reflecting the city's lights- shimmering slightly in a way that seemed magical. Surely there must have been some mystic element, Leo had never seen a creature's fur shine like that naturally.

Leo snapped out of his train of thought when April waved slightly, the girl stepping back and slowly raising her bat. "Yeah uh- haven't seen her, have you?" She asked, half expecting the kitsune to charge at them.

Instead, it paused with a roll of its eyes and sighed loudly. "Yeah actually- pretty sure I told you not to come, April."

Everyone's jaw dropped at that.

~~~

Plucking your cloaking device from April's hand with careful claws, you fixed it back onto your person. Mystic mist enveloped you for a moment, before revealing your 'human' form to April and her... friends?

April sputtered for a moment, gesturing at you and blinking rapidly before throwing her hands in the air (narrowly missing a turtle with her bat). "Excuse me- hello?! When were you gonna tell me you're a fox-"

"Kitsune."

"- kitsune mutant!?" She asked, correcting herself.

You shrugged at that, chuckling nervously. "I wasn't really planning on telling you- but you weren't going to tell me you had mutant friends either, were you!?" You pointed out, gesturing broadly at the four turtles. The one with the blue mask was staring rather hard at you. Raising an eyebrow at him, he quickly looked away.

Well, that wasn't awkward at all.

April cleared her throat, "Well- uh, yeah you got me there." She admitted, rubbing the back of her neck briefly before smiling at you. "You looked cool, by the way! Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

You glanced around the alley way littered with several foot soldiers- some of them starting to stir. "I'll tell you about it later- we should probably get out of here before they wake up."

"You can come to our place!" the blue masked turtle blurted, voice a little too high. Everyone looked at him in varying degrees of surprise. He cleared his throat at this and put on a rather winning smile. "I mean, if you want to. Any friend of April's is a friend of ours, right guys?"

His red clad brother nodded in agreement. "Yeah- plus, you just took out a bunch of those foot guys no problem- and you're a mutant. That gives ya the all clear in my book!" He turned towards a manhole cover, and gestured at it. "C'mon, we'll lead the way."

You smiled at this, beginning to follow after them. "Thanks that sounds pretty good, I appreciate it."

While waiting for them to move the manhole cover, you noticed the blue clad turtle step beside you.

Waving, he flashed you a bright- slightly nervous looking, smile. "Hey, I'm Leo, by the way." He greeted, sticking his hand out towards you. "You looked pretty awesome fighting out there."

You returned the smile, reaching out to hold his hand and shake it as you told him your name. "Thanks, cool swords." You added, glancing at the katanas strapped to his shell.

Leo spun around slightly to give you a better look at them. "Thanks- maybe you can try them out sometime, if you could teach me some of those moves you were doing?" He offered.

You blinked in surprise, pausing for a moment before grinning. "Sure, sounds like fun." You agreed, taking him up on that offer. Who knows, he seemed like a chill dude- it could be fun. Plus, the smile he gave you at that was admittedly pretty cute.

With that, Leo stepped aside to let you go down into the sewer before him, reaching a hand out to help you in.

How sweet!

Hey! I hope you enjoyed, sorry for the super long wait!

This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. I don't usually write long one shots, so I hope it turned out alright!

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“ricky, i’m fine. you don’t have to call me every hour. tell mom and dad that i’m doing just great, okay?”

it was the second week since you moved into your new dorm. flying across the country is not really what you expected at all this year. you already had your plans; just trying out an online entrance exam to a university abroad and then, not expecting anything from it. you could say that it was all “just for fun” until you received an e-mail.

and that letter basically told you that you had to move out. 

“look, i don’t trust you on your own and i’m just looking out for you,” your brother said back in defense, probably already making up an excuse for this call to even take place. “... i’m gonna miss you a lot, y/n.”

“me too.” you paused for a bit as you remembered how fun it was to be back home. with each day that passes, things are changing and you just couldn’t believe that this was the actual start of something new. out of the country and pursuing something so difficult– law. “... m’kay, i’ll text you later after i review. love you, ricky.”

“... love you, too.”

ending the call yourself, you chuckled at the way he sounded so hesitant to say those words back. ricky would refuse to admit it but there was always that soft side in him that comes out every time something completely life-changing takes place; the type of thing that doesn't really have a clear answer in the end.

to him, this was one of those things.

by the time you got back to your plans, you were already so eager to start cleaning out your desk to spend the rest of your hours with your nose stuck in a book– and, oh, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"huh?" you stood up straight after bending down the table, your palms still looking for that bright, vibrant blueish aqua highlighter you'd always use for notes. "... just a second!"

nonetheless, you made your way to the door even though you had no idea who else could've been behind it. and once you opened it, you were met with a guy who held a mysterious box; he had dirty blond hair and a nice set of teeth that seemed to have been covered once he saw you.

but why?

"sorry, who are you?" "here's your order… ma'am?"

he didn't even sound sure when he said that last word as you took the box in your own hands, your brows furrowed. god, you were just so confused. you didn't even buy anything!

"... there's no way you're jonathan whales, right?"

that's when things got clearer for you as the tensed muscles on your face slowly loosened up… but at what cost? this guy in front of you obviously just got ditched by some horrible customer. 

"well," your smile widens but it only made him feel a lot more unsettled, especially with those dead eyes of yours staring back at him, "i'm not a johnathan apparently."

the boy in front of you bit his bottom lip, frowning as he squinted his eyes in anxiousness and a whole lot of uncertainty. he scratches the back of his neck, confused yet curious eyes looking around your dorm room from the outside as he later lets out a defeated sigh.

"... have i been scammed?"

your shoulders slowly rose up as a grimace was plastered on your face, your head nodding hesitantly in response. the blond had every right to roll his eyes, letting out a deep breath as you quickly assumed that he didn't like the way you reacted.

but in your defense, you were just starting your weekend with a supposed two-hour long review session. you didn't expect an unpaid package and a scammed seller to come by your doorstep!

"hold on… let me check my account." he raised his pointer finger up for a bit, pulling out the phone from his hoodie's pocket. not once did he smile at the view of whatever it was on his screen. "... oh, no."

"not a good news, isn't it?" "yeah… i just got robbed."

you widen your eyes, baffled at this ridiculous situation happening right in front of you. ‘i can’t just leave him here, can’t i?’ you thought to yourself, also letting out the same deep breath he did. — well, all those things you wanted to do? they’re gonna be done tomorrow because you feel the need to help this guy.

looking down at the package you held, you noticed how neatly it was prepared and you knew that this guy wanted to impress his customer. “... what’s your name?”

“matthew... matthew seok.” he then stared at the bulletin board behind your desk, raising both of his eyebrows in what seemed like fascination. “and i think we go to the same university, miss l/n? i’m really sorry- i need to take this back.”

as he reached for the package, you frowned, pulling it away from him. for some unknown reason, you didn’t want to return to him. 

“no,” you argued shortly, causing him to tilt his head, making him even more confused than before, “i’ll pay for it.”

the blond lets out a chuckle that is obviously having a lot of feelings mixed. you couldn’t help but mentally curse yourself for refusing to return the parcel to him. “you don’t have to do that-”

“this is mine now. i’ll pay for it.” your arm covered the lid of the box in baby blue shades, your brows furrowing further as matthew seemed to not get the memo yet. was it because it’s his first time meeting someone as persistent as this? or was it because he just didn’t know what to do? anyway, you cared less enough to answer those questions.

and instead, paid attention to this weird, sudden desire of this random parcel that you didn’t even purchase. “listen, i know you want to help me but i don’t want you spending your money on this.” matthew’s growing concern didn’t fade away at all as his hands reached for the box once more, resulting in you flinching as you held it in your arms tightly. — this is the weirdest you’ve ever been.

‘why am i so obsessed with this?’ you asked yourself silently in a form of an uncertain gulp and a puzzled, blank stare at the seller, who still stood by your doorstep. “what’s inside of it?”

“... well, you don’t need to know-” “is it drugs?” “what? no!”

but no matter how many times the guy tried to stop you, your hands started tearing the tapes around the box’s lid and body. — this is the most chaotic you’ve ever been. “ma’am, calm down!” he grabbed your wrists to catch your attention and it did… in the most unusual way.

in fact, it was so unusual that your gripping hands let go of the box, letting the package fall on the floor, a loud thud and a few cracks were heard. looking down, you soon realized that it was a record player. 

'oh, what a shame,' you thought, deep into your regrets. it was like there was this rope pulling you towards it even though you didn't know what this "johnathan whales" guy bought.

and apparently, it was really pretty, sky blue record player.

“i… i told you i’d pay for it,” you blurted out, unsure of the consequences as matthew kept his head down, taking a few deep breaths. audible and full of shame. you were sure that you just made the situation worse. “i’m sorry.”

as his hands let go of your wrists, you swore that something stinging was left on your skin. no, it wasn’t an insect or the itchy feeling of your sweatshirt. it wasn’t even the wind that entered your room from the windows… it was something else.

and there were sparks of it.

in pink and are all over your arms, glowing before they faded away like nothing; like it was some smoke.

“did you just… see that?” matthew did not wait for a second to let it pass, staring right into your soul with no plans of looking somewhere else. “you saw that, right? am i just hallucinating or-”

“no, i saw it too.” you couldn’t look away from him, founding comfort in the fact that he also saw (and felt) the same thing. not to mention, it didn’t look like it was just a faint glimpse– it was like fireworks in the afternoon skies, especially the ones before the clock strikes five o’clock. 

the boy then took a step back, realizing that he still held your arms as the time-stopping ambiance slowly left the room; but it lingered as if hours had gone by. “... what do you think was it?” he rocked himself back and forth in an almost unnoticeable way, little by little. you could see the genuine curiosity in his eyes but you were left with no answer.

i mean, how does someone know the reason behind that? seeing magenta sparks? it’s already so delusional just by listening to those words. “i’m not sure about that… do you want to talk about it?” you had no idea that you opened a new path for him as he kept his head tilted, jaw slightly left hanging as he smiled with his pretty teeth. 

“are you kidding? of course! i mean, you’d never see anything like that everyday!” he joked, making you let out a chuckle that was still very much lost in the moment. 

finding yourself staring at him, you woke yourself up in the middle of it, standing by the side of the doorframe to let him walk in as he giggled, oddly settled after all that disaster earlier as you began to slowly see the bright side in it, too.

“can you give me a moment to fix this mess?" you asked, which made him nod almost immediately, later walking his way in. you expected him to sit on the solo couch to make himself at least feel at home but he only stood, looking around with his bright eyes. 

and again, it made you smile for no reason. “so, you study law, huh? that’s pretty hard, isn’t it?” his eyes were glued to the textbooks that were piled on your desk as you chuckled, shrugging right after. 

“well, it’s something that i really wanted to do,” you said back, slightly biting the tip of your tongue as you remembered the mess you’ve made off of his product. “matthew, i’m so sorry for what happened. i’ll pay for it, i promise-”

“hey, i just told you that you don’t have to! we’ll just… i don’t know? tell this to the police? maybe they could do something.” he interrupted you, still pushing his priorities over your suggestion. and even though you didn’t like that, he sure did have a point. none of this was your fault. if only the scammer was a genuine customer, this wouldn’t have taken place.

but something tells you that this was meant to happen. you’re just not sure why.

once you returned to the ruined box with the badly damaged record player, his glare followed every move you made. maybe even syncing with the rhythm of your breathing. “... would you let me help you with that?” he offered as you turned to look back at him, exerting extra effort, considering that you’re crouched to the ground with broken pieces in both of your hands. 

“that’d be great.” you laughed as he did so too before continuing to sit down next to you, willing to share the work with you at least. 

when silence was starting to take over, the blond paused for a while as he couldn’t help but stare at you and it intrigued him. was it the way you were so determined in helping him? was it because of how odd the situation was? he never had a clue. “i think it’s not just my money that was stolen.” 

you faced him in response, raising an eyebrow with eyes shining in interest. “what else was stolen, then?” you let out another laugh once more, noticing the way you felt drawn to him more and more. for a bit, he seemed like he didn’t want to say those next few words but of course, he wouldn’t let such a perfect chance pass.

“... i think you just stole my heart.”

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☕ Ethan × Victoria × reader

NSFW🔥 kinky action to the power of 3!

° Ethan Torchio/Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° Ethan has been your favourite café customer for ages, you’re secretly interested in him. one day he brings bestie Victoria in with him & her forwardness brings out more from your friendship

wordcount:::    9,117

° anon request:  i love the way you write smut 😩 and to be honest, it always turns me on. can i ask something, would you write victoria x reader x ethan? 🙃 ° HAPPY PRIDE🏳️‍🌈noone in this fic is heterosexual ° thankyou to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

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“...and some caramel sauce, but can you make sure that gets drizzled on the inside of the cup please?”

You paused from hitting the button on the touchscreen to add this ingredient to the order and you looked up at the blonde woman standing on the other side of the counter. She visibly cringed, her pretty face twisting into a grimace and it looked like she wanted to walk away. “I know, it’s so extra. But it’s not for me, it’s for my friend and he is-...”

“Wait, is it Ethan?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah, but how did you know that? I swear I hadn’t said his name yet…”

You laughed, shrugging this off. “He lives next door, we see him literally every day, sometimes multiple times a day. He’s so nice and you always remember the nice ones and their orders.” 

You were grinning as you checked over the requested drink, it looked exactly as it should - a white mocha with a triple shot of espresso (there wasn’t any button on the computer to indicate his preference for two shots to go on the top with the last one separated to the bottom of the cup, but you had made the specific drink so many times that it would be impossible to forget), made with almond milk, served extra hot and with the caramel drizzle on the inside of the cup, not just added to the top of the drink. You didn’t divulge to his friend that you had this order memorised because, ever since the first second you had seen him walking into the café, you had felt a deep need to impress him. She didn’t need to know that you always remembered serving him because he was the highlight of each day.

“And what can I get for you, hun?”

“Just a caffe latte.”

You had this added to the order with one tap of your finger. “What name can I put that under?”

“Victoria.”

You grabbed a second coffee cup sleeve, scribbling her name down as you wondered why you hadn’t seen her in here before. In the six months that Ethan had been living in the apartment building directly next to the coffee shop, he had never been accompanied by anyone during his extremely regular visits. You were certain that you would have remembered Victoria, she was effortlessly stylish in her red flannel shirt, smokey black and grey pigments applied around her eyes to bring out their natural blue all the more.

“I’ll get started on those for you right now.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were dotting the I’s in her name with two love hearts - a completely unnecessary flair that you didn’t typically add to a customer's cup. 

Some of the other baristas had to apply extra focus when they were making Ethan’s drink, the method not coming as naturally to them as other standard orders. But it had become automatic to you, just like fixing the locks into place on the back door when you were the last to leave at night.

And so your mind wandered, not too far - over to where Victoria was standing, looking at the display shelves of prepackaged gift boxes. You instantly wanted to know more about her, your eyes darting up whenever possible, greedily drinking in the details of her outfit and all of the antique-style jewellery she wore. Who was she thinking of as she considered the different selections of boxes? Surely, a partner, there was no chance of someone as attractive as her being single. She would be sharing those chocolates with a boyfriend, or burning the artisan scented candles in anticipation of a visit from her girlfriend.

“Victoria?” You called out and she looked up, instantly showing you a wide smile.

She reached out for the two drinks. “Thanks. I was gonna ask if you wanted me to say hi or anything to Ethan, but I feel like this lovely drawing says it all…” She said of the quick cartoon cock you had drawn.

You felt your cheeks heating. “Yeah, don’t worry- he’ll know what it means.”

“Awesome. See ya later.”

You spent too long watching her leave, your eyes taking in the sight of her tight black jeans, going down to the rainbow shoelaces that decorated her Doc Martens. By the time you came back to Earth, the next customer at the front of the line was looking at you impatiently, arms folded over their chest.

“Hi, what can I get ya?”

--- --- ---

Your response from Ethan came in the form of a direct message via Instagram (you didn’t have his phone number, you hadn’t had the courage to ask for it and he hadn’t offered it). It wasn’t the first message you had received from him - the two of you shared memes back-and-forth or he would tell you he was reminded of you when out at a bar and a Backstreet Boys song came on (your ultimate guilty pleasure, he had learnt that when you were in charge, you would play the boy band over the café speakers all day long). There were times when you thought he was flirting with you, never certain if you were reading between the lines to find what you wanted.

This message could not be slipped into that classification, his intentions of having a purely platonic joke with you were clear.

There’s a dick drawn on my cup.

You were standing by yourself, enjoying your lunch-break cigarette in the shady area beside the coffee shop. You were laughing as you started to type your response.

New phone. Who dis?

I'm going to go FULL Karen next time I'm in there. He threatened. Tell your manager to start preparing now.

Karen Torchio, I am so terrified.

--- --- ---

"M'lady…"

You looked up from wiping a table clean, finding Ethan approaching you. "M'Ethan." You responded in your typical fashion, even crossing one ankle over the other to bob down into a curtsey. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to pop into the coffee shop later in the day - looking for a five pm caffeine fix because he kept hours that would only seem regular to a vampire. He would need a kick to get him ready for a gig or rehearsal with the band.

More than once, one afternoon coffee had stretched out with the two of you chatting, him keeping you company through the mundane tasks of closing the café. Before you knew it, the floors would be mopped and all of the machines were cleaned without you having a chance to become bored by the tedious activity. He would always help you carry the trash out, never complaining about the stench. He would walk you to the bus stop, waiting with you under the dim street light and waving you off into the night. 

“Oh, hi again.” You said to Victoria. “Same as before?”

“Actually, can I get tea this time- peppermint?” She asked.

He made a face. “Ugh, you and your hot toothpaste water.”

“While you keep making fun of me over this, we’ll see who gets to make-out with more girls- coffee-and-ashtray-mouth Torchio, or fresh-and-minty De Angelis.”

“I’ve never had any complaints.” He said, pulling up a chair to one of the available tables.

You returned back to behind the counter, typing the order of one peppermint tea and one very specific mocha into the till. The peak hours of the coffee shop were well and truly over for the day - there were only two other tables occupied. It was time to let some of the tension roll off of your shoulders, time to start thinking about what you would make yourself for dinner. There would be no more noisy and crowded moments, the most you expected were some school kids ordering their favourite sugar-filled drinks on their way home.

You could quickly prepare the order of the two friends, carefully carrying the full mugs over to their table. You set the tea down first, then the coffee in front of Ethan. “No dicks this time, Karen- does that make ya happy?”

He took an exaggerated pause, playing at needing time to think this over. “It’s an improvement, but I’m not gonna delete my negative Facebook review, not yet.”

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Victoria asked, blinking up at you curiously and you saw him raise a hand, half-covering his face. “It’s kind of personal.”

“Vic…” He sighed heavily. “You can’t just ask her about this- she’s at work and you literally met her five seconds ago.”

“What?” She asked defensively and you looked between the two of them, your mind racing as you saw him squirm in a way you weren’t used to. “I said: can I ask, do you see that distinction? It’s not like I just came right out and said it, she doesn’t have to answer, that’s why I phrased it as a request, not a demand.” She held a finger up, tapping it in midair to emphasise each syllable of the next word. “Dis-tinc-tion.”

You tucked your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, feeling uncertain of what you were about to walk into. “Right, do you wanna just ask it?”

She gave him one last smug look before looking up at you, batting her eyelashes a little. “Are you gay?” Now the rest of his face disappeared behind his other hand. 

You nodded, even as your cheeks filled with a natural and bright blush. This wasn’t the kind of conversation you usually had with a customer and you certainly hadn’t shared this revelation with Ethan before. It was clear this was something the two of them had discussed, but you could only wonder for how long or why it would appeal to them as anything of interest.

“Yeah, well, if you wanna get specific or whatever- bisexual.”

She grinned, raising her eyebrows as she looked back at him. “I told you. You need to stop questioning my gaydar.”

“How did you know, am I flaming back there without even realising?” You asked.

She giggled, the way that she was so pleased with herself was infectious. “No, no, nothing like that. But when I was in here before, there was a Tegan and Sara song playing and, whether on purpose or not, you were singing along, every single word.”

“Is that the same as gaydar?” He asked.

She dismissed this with a quick flick of her hand. “Irregardless, I was correct.” She gave you a subtle wink. “Thanks babe.”

You stepped back, prepared to walk away and at least pretend to be a productive employee. But you paused. “You are too, right? I mean, you’ve got the rainbow laces and the flannel, and you knew the song well enough to know it was Tegan and Sara…”

“Okay, well now I really have to get your phone number. Finally, someone who can match my gaydar.” She said, a look of awe on her face.    

You hesitated, for some reason, your eyes going to Ethan. You were used to women being far more upfront and bold with their advances, but this was by far the most confidently anyone had ever asked for your number. It was so cocky that you assumed this must be a joke - no one was this level of self-assured.

But she had grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser and was very purposefully pushing it across the table, to where you were standing. 

“Sheesh, don’t let Karen over here see me handing my phone number out to customers.” You said, attempting a joke to remove the awkward feeling that was currently stuck in the back of your throat. “He might update his review to include a bit about how this is a family café, not some sort of lesbian hook-up zone.”

“Anywhere can be a lesbian hook-up zone so long as you’ve got courage.” She said.

“Oh molto bene.” He said, the sarcasm thick. “Tell me, are there still tickets available for your TED Talk?”

She poked her tongue out at him. She picked up the napkin as soon as you were finished writing, folding it and tucking it into her pocket immediately. “Maybe if you lost the attitude, I would put you on my guest list.”

"Okay, holler if you need anything else."

Neither of them opposed you leaving and you got back to work - close to entirely distracted at this point. You couldn't keep yourself from glancing in their direction, especially when you heard Victoria's loud laugh.

More than once, you looked across in time to find Ethan staring at you while she was talking. Was it too presumptuous, too narcissistic to think they were talking about you?

You felt shy under his gaze and you couldn't properly recognise him in this moment. You weren't sure how to act while there was so much hanging in the space between the two of you.

You endeavoured to keep your distance (this seemed like the best option until you could remember how to treat him as your friend again). 

After about an hour, your last remaining co-worker was leaving and all of the other customers had left. You were completely alone with Victoria and Ethan.

“More toothpaste water?” You asked, approaching the table where they showed no signs of readying themselves for an exit.

“No, thanks.”

“Do you want us to clear out so you can clean in peace?” He asked.

“No, it’s fine, you can stay.” You said, collecting their empty cups. “So, what are you two up to tonight- some combination of raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer your guts out?”

“No, but that’s what we should do.” She answered excitedly.

“There’s a bar down the road that allegedly makes the best lychee cocktails in the whole world and our friend just won’t shut up about it and how much we need to try it- so, that was what we were planning to do, for a start, at least.”

You forgot about needing to wash the mugs, instead energetically jumping on to his train of thought. “No, they really are the best, though. It’s this new bartender they’ve hired. And on Fridays they do this deal where you can get a whole pitcher so fuckin’ cheap.”

“It’s Friday today…” He said.

“You should come with us.” She said, smiling up at you. “Unless you have other plans.”

“Oh, but I do.” You said. “I’ve got some leftover soup waiting for me in the refrigerator and then I get to do about a million loads of laundry.”

“Uh-huh, but after that?” He asked.

“I’d love to.”

— — —

“Would you stop fuckin’ looking at me like that?” You burst out.

Ethan finished lighting the cigarette that was already between your lips, the expression on his face reminding you of a puppy. You knew you should have felt bad for this, but the three cocktails you had consumed were making you feel bolder than usual.

Spirits had been high since the three of you had met up again at the familiar bar. You felt good in the outfit you had selected and he was being very generous in how many cigarettes from his pack he was sharing with you. Victoria was so easy to talk and joke with - it was as if you had already known her for ages, with the conversation getting louder as more of the second pitcher of the fruity cocktail was consumed.

But there was clearly something on his mind - regularly, he was the first person to stop laughing at any jokes and when you looked in his direction, more than once, you had been struck by how serious his expression was. He always looked serious, his default expression was that of someone on the verge of making a sombre life decision.

It was more than that tonight and you could feel that it had the potential to kill your mood. Something was keeping him preoccupied and it worried you.

“Like what?”

Victoria had disappeared in search of the ladies room, so it was just you and he tucked away in the corner of the smokers area. This seemed like the best time to confront him and give him a chance to get whatever was bothering him off of his chest.

“Like you’re over there trying to divide two-hundred and thirty-two by thirteen and you wanna ask me for help, but you don’t know if you should, or something.”

He laughed at that, the creases of concern leaving his forehead. “That is very specific.” He lit a cigarette for himself. “What makes you think that I don’t know how to solve that equation? Do you think that just because this is such a pretty face that I’ve got nothin’ going on in here?” He tapped his right temple.

“You’re dodging my question.” You said humorlessly.

He smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette. "I know and I'm doing a great job of it."

You scowled and got up from your stool, taking the step over to where he was sitting. You swatted at his shoulder a few times. "Stop it. I want you to talk to me." You continued to play-slap him, your wrists limp and flailing. "And if you don't, I'll be forced to give you the thrashing of a lifetime."

He furrowed his brow at you. "What? Hey, cut that out."

"Resistance is futile."

He gestured to the space behind you. "Your chair has just walked off."

"Huh?" You whipped around, finding that your barstool had been taken and relocated by another smoker. "Oh, sonofa…"

"Here, have mine. I'm not gonna make you stand in those heels, especially not after you were at work all day."

You put a determined hand to his chest, managing to stop him as he made as if to get up. "Actually, I have a better idea." Before he could question you any further, you placed yourself in his lap, crossing your legs and coming incredibly close to his face. "Okay, now resistance is futile. Talk."

He didn't start speaking immediately, instead he just looked at you, his surprise evident. You took a drag from your cigarette, wondering what it would take to get him to start talking.

You were aware that this level of closeness was beyond the familiarity the two of you had established. He didn't have anywhere to hide and neither did you, now you had to confront what was lying under the surface. You did your best to get comfortable, draping an arm over his shoulder, but there was a sense of restraint, caused by your uncertainty over how pleased he was with this.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing." He said, his brow furrowed once more as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Well, it's kinda awkward." He rested his hand at the small of your back.

"I- well, it's- you and I have- and I…" He sighed, scratching at his head. "I didn't expect that Victoria would ask for your number so quickly." He shook his head to himself. "I shouldn't be surprised, she's always been quick on the draw, especially when it comes to picking up gorgeous women. But this- this might just be a…"

"Hang on, hang on for a second- you just called me gorgeous."

"I've told you that you're gorgeous before."

"Nope. I mean, you've complimented me before, sure and you always tell me that you like my hair when it's freshly coloured. But…" You smiled, taking a drag of your cigarette, watching him. "...you think I'm gorgeous?"

"Of course I do. Are you kidding?" He said. "I'm sorry that I hadn't told you- you're the kind of woman who deserves compliments all the time. But then, I worry about being creepy and putting you in an uncomfortable spot 'cause I'm a customer, so you have to be nice to me and-"

Sitting in this semi-private corner, your body close to his, a nice buzz from the alcohol - you felt bold enough to act, to step over the old boundary line. You put your hand to his cheek, getting his attention as he breathed out another cloud of smoke. As you leaned in closer, he watched, his brow furrowed.

You kissed him, finding no resistance. Instead he sought to deepen the kiss, lips parting until you were fully indulging in his taste. It was warm and wonderful, making your heart soar, reminding you of how a compliment from him could change your day, could make you forget about any annoying customers. Reminding you of how a smile from him made it worth getting out of bed and going to work.

You were smiling, holding your eyes shut even as the two of you parted. It didn't matter how loud the music was, you were close enough to hear the heavy, trembling exhale as it fell from his lips.

"I think you're gorgeous too." You bumped your nose against his, very tempted by the idea of kissing him again. "You and your ridiculous coffee order. You and your shy smile whenever you catch my eye over the room. You and your concerned little frown lines when I tell you that I've been having a bad day. You and your absolutely bizarre sense of humour, sending me the most niché memes known to man. I think it's all so gorgeous."

When you opened your eyes, you found your new favourite of his smiles on his face. It was small, but so honest, reaching his eyes without showing any teeth. It was the calm look of a man comfortable with the decision your lips had just made. It made you want to kiss him again, because you had the feeling that he would kiss you back.

"So, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked.

You giggled, a crinkle forming on the bridge of your nose as you took a drag from your cigarette. "I was trying to play it cool. How was I supposed to know you felt the same? Imagine how awkward it would be if I had tried to hit on you, and you could only say something like, you're a great girl. And then we would have to keep seeing one another, everytime you wanted a coffee, this awkward dark cloud over us. That's nightmare material."

His hand had started to caress your thigh. "Well I wouldn't want to be the fuel of anything but pleasant dreams for you. But it is still kinda awkward, 'cause I think Victoria likes you and…"

"I think I like her too." You said, eyes still lingering back down to his lips. "You don't think that you can be attracted to two people at once?"

"I can't say that it's ever happened to me. But that doesn't mean it's not possible." He was still rubbing your leg.

"You've never experimented with two people at the same time?"

"That's not what I said."

You were smirking to yourself, watching him and the way he worried over his bottom lip. "So, what are you saying?"

He was shaking his head a little as he took another drag from his cigarette, another thoughtful look on his face. "I don't- what do you think I'm saying?"

You laughed, his deflecting was cute, but you were keen to get to the point. The two of you had been dancing around this for far too long and you were in a different setting, now you could be different versions of the people who saw each other almost daily. "Well, I- uh…" You cleared your throat, feeling how hot your cheeks were. "I'm not sure how you pronounce it, or anything. But…" His hand was so warm and firm on your leg, taking full advantage of the short dress you were wearing. "I believe it’s ménage à trois, right?"

"Right." He said, before laughing again and you joined him, marveling at how far you had progressed from what was typical. This conversation would have seemed ridiculous, out of place, only hours before. But somehow the two of you were navigating into this new territory together.

"What's so funny?" Victoria was sidling up to where you were sitting and you felt your cheeks get even hotter.

"She's teaching me some French." He said, suddenly not lost for words.

You shoved his shoulder as he laughed. You rolled your eyes before looking over to her. "It's not-"

"French kissing?" She asked. "'Cause it looks like you two are wearing the same shade of lipstick all of a sudden." She rested an arm at his shoulder. "Or is that just the lighting?"

He didn't rush to wipe his lips free of the dark shade, he didn't even try to hide his mouth behind his hand. "It wasn't especially French. But I mean, what's the classification for all of that?"

"French words." You clarified for her. "Ménage à trois…"

She smiled, giving a knowing nod. "Well, he already knows that phrase pretty well…" Her smile turned smug as she poked his cheek. "Don't you, honey?"

"Vic…" 

She stood up a little straighter. "Had you not gotten-"

"No, I had not quite gotten to that part yet." He said, almost scowling at her. "I was working my way up to that."

She rolled her eyes. "Always working your way up to somethin'..."

You put your hand to his wrist and pushed his hand down somewhat. "Hang on, I feel like I'm picking up on something and I could be way off here, so please correct me if I'm wrong. But have you two done this before?"

"Yeah."

He half-covered his face. "Subtlety Vic, can you please Google it?"

"What? She asked, so I answered." She said. "There's nothing wrong with being forward."

"She's right." You said, wrapping your fingers around his.

"Maybe if you were more forward and ditched the whole shy guy routine, you wouldn't need a wing-woman."

"No, I like the shy guy stuff." You said before meeting her gaze. "And I also like the wing-woman."

She smiled and moved in a bit closer. You couldn't help but follow the motion of her tongue sliding across and wetting her lips. She put her hand over your bare knee and you leaned forward.

Her hand went to the side of your face to draw you in those last few inches until you were close enough to kiss. You pressed your lips to hers, your heart racing as the aroma of her perfume filled your nostrils. Her soft fingers caressed your skin as the rest of the bar seemed to fade away for the moment. You leaned into her as she gently sucked on your lower lip.

Before you could open your mouth and invite her in deeper, she was gently pulling back. At once you were swarmed with a yearning for more, slowly opening your eyes to see her grinning at you.

“The wing-woman likes you too, babe.” She said.

You glanced at Ethan and saw that he was smiling as well - but not in a shy way that you were accustomed to seeing. Nor did it appear to be forced for your benefit. You were convinced that he was just as comfortable as you, invested in this increasingly-exciting encounter.

You readjusted how you were sitting in his lap, continuing to enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body. You had mostly forgotten about the cigarette between your fingers, not rushing to return it to your mouth.

“But you two aren’t…?” You trailed off, gesturing between the two friends as a means to complete this question.

She gave her head a little shake. “No, it’s not even a friends with benefits situation. More like partners in crime…”

“Yeah, ‘cause conveniently we have the exact same taste in women.” He said.

“Sometimes guys.” She added.

“That sounds like a pretty great set-up.” You said.

Her smile had a mischievous quality to it. “We know how to have fun.”

“So, is there some sort of routine that you stick with, like do you always take people back to your place, or is it your place?” You asked.

“No, it’s not this choreographed thing.” He said, ready to give you a full explanation. “It’s more in the moment. We go to whoever’s house is closest, and what the third is most comfortable with, you know.”

She cleared her throat loudly. “Honey, this is when that subtlety thing you love so much doesn’t really work out.”

“Huh?”

She showed you a knowing smile as you took a drag from your cigarette. “She’s asking us to take her home.”

He looked at you, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. “You are?”

“I am.” You said with a confident nod.

“Well- I think, um… If that’s what you wanna do… ‘cause I would really-...” He trailed off, clearing his throat before trying a different approach. “My house is literally down the road.”

You licked your lips and grinned. “I know.”

“Thank God you like the shy guy stuff.” She said. “But this is shyer than usual, you’re having an extra affect on him, like-...”

“Two choices here, Vic- you shut up or I make you pay for it later.” He cut in.

— — — 

Ethan’s apartment was just as neat and well-organised as you had always imagined it would be (and you had imagined it. Sometimes you tried to picture him in his ‘natural habitat’, other times you wondered what it would be like to go home with him.)

But you didn’t get to see much of it - there was no time for a tour of the space when you had both he and Victoria whisking you away to the master bedroom. Their intentions were clear and even though you had never done anything like this before, it was easy to follow their lead.

Once in the bedroom, Ethan let his hand drop from yours so that he could pay her some more attention. He joined her at the foot of the large bed and you saw the two friends share a smile. She initiated the kiss as he pulled her to him.

He wrapped his arms around her petite body and lifted, getting her off of the floor. Then he tossed her backwards, with as little effort as if she were a ragdoll. She landed on the bed with a grin on her face and instantly set about getting comfortable.

You put a hand on his shoulder as you stepped closer to where he stood. “My turn?”

He bent down, placing his arm behind your knees so that he could scoop you off the floor. You felt entirely steady as he straightened up, carrying you into the air.

For an exhilarating moment, you weightlessly flew, expertly thrown away from his body. It happened so quickly that you didn’t have any time to register fear. Instead, your trust remained intact and you just had fun. You were also smiling when your back hit the mattress. Victoria moved in closer to you and slid her hand across your middle.

“Two gorgeous women in my bed…” He said, his tone full of awe.

She looked over her shoulder to where he stood. “What are you gonna do about it, honey?”

"Whatever our guest is comfortable with." He said, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Oh don't worry about me. Currently I am very comfortable." You said, taking in the sight of his bare torso and feeling your heart beat harder. "Very, very comfortable." 

She sat up and leaned forward, slowly crawling across the mattress to him. "What does my nasty boy wanna do, hm? Should I get the box from under the bed, is that what kind of mood you're in?"

"Maybe." He said, his eyes appearing darker in this moment as he looked at her. "Maybe I'm in the mood for some pegging."

"Really? God, you know how much I love pegging you…"

"Yes, I do know." He said, bending down until he could capture her lips in a kiss.

As he kissed her, she put her hands to the buckle of his belt. She took this off of him as they separated from the kiss, she tossed the accessory away. Then she was moving, climbing off the mattress in pursuit of this box.

This left Ethan to place all of his attention on you. He brought his knees down to the mattress, starting to move toward you, his eyes fixed on you as the target. You licked your lips, staring back just as intently. His hand began on your ankle, travelling upwards as he came in closer.

"Let's get you out of this dress, yeah?"

"Yeah." You eagerly responded.

You moved your hands up to his face, your fingers caressing his skin and you licked your lips. Tilting your head to the side, you initiated the kiss. His warmth engulfed you as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands moving to your back. He found the zipper of your tartan dress, pulling this down. He eased the fabric away from your skin, letting it pool around your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to tease your tongue at his lips. He was busy unclasping your bra, moving the lingerie aside. Then he wrapped his arms around you and relaxed his jaw, sinking into this deeper embrace with you. You pushed your bare chest flush to his, enjoying the feel of his firm hands grasping your back.

Victoria's hand collided with his butt with a loud smack, interrupting your flow. He pulled back, glancing over his shoulder. She had removed all of her clothing, revealing a pierced nipple. 

Aside from a smirk, the only thing that she wore was a harness-style belt, with straps that wrapped securely around her upper-thighs. Her hands were full - a black dildo in one and a bottle of lubricant in the other.

"Pants off, honey."

She rejoined you on the bed as he moved away. She placed the objects down, emptying her hands before starting to kiss you. Both of you let your hands explore, with you caressing her neck and shoulders. Her hands travelled up your sides, squeezing as you arched your back into her.

You were breathless, keeping your eyes shut as her kisses started to move down your neck. You let your fingers play through her silky hair as she kissed across your collarbone. Your nipples were hard before her mouth reached this area, her lips wrapping around one of the stiff peaks. You moaned when she started to suck, you were too turned on to contain yourself or feel inhibited.

Your eyes fluttered open, finding where Ethan was standing. Your eyes bulged as you looked at him now that he was naked. Your throat clenched and you found yourself looking at the largest dick you had ever seen.

"Oh my God." You could hardly get the words out.

This got Victoria's attention. She sat up, following your line of sight. "You've never seen one that big before, eh?"

You shook your head, your mouth feeling dry. "Um, only in porn."

"Yeah, I was the same the first time we fucked." She said while he patiently waited at the end of the bed. "But it's okay, he's really gentle when he needs to be and he makes it feel so good."

"I've just never had one that big before…" You said.

"I'm sorry, does it freak you out?" He asked, one hand bashfully moving down.

You instantly shook your head. "No, no, it's not that, it's just…"

"It'll fit." She said, close to your ear. "Don't worry, he knows how to make it fit and once you take it, you're gonna love it."

You finally broke eye-contact with his hardening dick, looking at her smiling face and nodding. "I believe you, I'm just surprised…"

She stroked your hair. "Just relax, babe. We're gonna take really good care of you and make you feel really amazing, okay?"

You drew in a deep breath. "Okay."

"Are you alright if I come over?" He asked.

You looked at him and smiled. "Yes, of course."

He crawled across the bed, his eyes studying your facial expression. "We can start off… let me warm you up a little bit."

Your smile widened and you felt yourself relax some. "Okay."

"I want you to get comfortable on those pillows." He said. "You can lay down, you can rearrange them, you can take your dress off if you like. However you're most comfortable, baby."

You grabbed the fabric around your waist and lifted the dress up, removing it. You parted your legs as you watched him coming closer.

She tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you on the cheek. "We're gonna make you feel amazing."

You leaned back against the pillows, taking another deep breath. He came in between your legs, leaning down. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him remove your underwear.

He started to lay kisses down upon your cunt, with your belly filling with butterflies in response. His lips moved slowly as he thoroughly discovered this area.

Victoria leaned in, placing her hand to the back of your head. She guided you in for more kisses. You let her tongue tease your lips apart as the two of you settled into a decadent rhythm. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her naked body to yours as her tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

He put both of his hands against the insides of your thighs, gently pushing so as to part your legs even further. Then he moved lower and the tip of his tongue found your slicked entrance. Your whimper was muffled by her lips and you put your hand to his head, a silent encouragement.

His tongue dipped inside of you and your body swarmed with a lovely warmth. She pulled away but you kept your eyes shut. You lazily twisted some of the strands of his hair around your fingers as his tongue worked between your inner-walls.

There was a smile on your face as your eyes fluttered open, curious of what the other woman was doing. Looking to your side, you found that she had attached the dildo to her belt, affixing it at her crotch. She moved away from you, her eyes travelling down his naked body.

She moved down the mattress, taking the bottle of lube with her. She held her index and middle fingers out, then squeezed some of the product onto the extended digits.

Ethan whined into your pussy as she began to play with his hole. He rubbed his tongue harder against the inside of your cunt. She worked at coating his hole in the lubricant, easing her fingertips inside.

She squirted more of the lube out, this time applying it to her temporary phallus. His tongue was moving faster inside of you as his anticipation grew, flicking up-and-down.

She smacked his butt again and he pulled back, moaning. "Are you ready for my cock, nasty boy?"

He nodded. "Mm-hmm, but I… it makes sense for- if we- if I'm inside of you first…" He gestured to you. "And then you can put it in me." He gestured to her. When he looked back at you, it was with wide eyes. "Do you think we can try? We don't have to if you don't feel…"

You leaned forward and took one of his hands in yours. "I want to."

"What a good girl." She practically purred.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." You said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I want you to fuck me, I'm sure."

"Just let me grab a condom." He said.

She came back over to sit next to you, rubbing your arm. You could feel the swarm of butterflies in your tummy, but you returned the smile that she showed you.

After applying the condom to his erection, he returned to place himself directly in front of you. You leaned in, kissing him and moving your hand up to his cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he filled the space in between your legs. He leaned his body weight into you, easing you against the headboard of his bed.

Your body pulsed with anticipation as he repositioned his legs, pressing his hips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him to you.

Your cunt was fluttering as the head of his dick began to stretch you open. He moved slowly, gradually filling more of you. Your arms tightened around him as you had a moment of reminding yourself that this was actually (and finally) happening. You broke the kiss, keeping your eyes shut to savour this closeness.

And he was still getting closer.

“Do you feel good, babe?” Victoria asked.

“Yes.” You breathed, turning to look at her.

She captured your lips in a kiss as he worked deeper inside of you.

He stopped with a heavy sigh, and you were full. Your body buzzed with all of the anticipation, thrilled to discover what would come next.

She parted from you, leaving you licking your lips. He was looking between the two of you, watching your intimate exchange with great interest.

She leaned over to him, closing the distance between them. They each began to smile when her nose bumped against his, and then they kissed.

“Are you ready, nasty boy?” She asked.

Words seemed to fail him in his excited state and he just nodded his head. She glanced in your direction (a lustful grin on her face) before moving away. The false phallus swung and bobbed in the air in front of her as she sought a new position. She placed herself behind him, her hands stroking across his bare skin. She sat behind him, her chest pressed to his back as her hands explored the sides of his torso.

She wrapped an arm around his middle while her other hand worked out of sight, directing the dildo to his awaiting hole. He let out a shaky exhale and his eyes became unfocused as the penetration started. You felt him twitching inside of you as she eased the dildo in deeper.

“You like that, honey?” She asked.

“God, yes.” He moaned.

His eyes shut as he tilted his head back, presenting his face to the ceiling. You watched as different muscles in his body tensed and quivered, the pleasure radiating out, poised to ruin him. His breathing deepened and she smiled as she checked his expression, delight sparkling in her eyes.

“Fuck.” He whispered, wiggling his hips a little.

Her arm around him started to relax. “Is that-?”

“It’s fuckin’ perfect.” He quickly affirmed.

“Good boy.” She said, loosely holding onto his hips. “Can I leave some marks on your shoulder here?”

“You’re so tacky.” He said.

“What, since when have hickeys been a crime?” She innocently asked.

“Yeah, I think they’re sexy.” You contributed.

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you really gonna say no to both of us?”

“Alright, go ahead.” He admitted defeat.

She maintained eye-contact with you, her light eyes glimmering as she began to place kisses on the skin of his shoulder. At the same time, she adjusted her hold on his hips to something more secure. She held him in place and thrusted forward.

One of his strong arms encircled your waist and he braced himself with a hand on the headboard behind you before he began to move as well. He stroked himself deeper into you and you felt excitement blooming in your chest.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss as another buck came from his hips. You kissed him deeply as he began to find a tempo, your pussy stretching around him again-and-again.

His moans vibrated into your mouth and it wasn’t long before his speed increased, becoming confident in his momentum. You arched your back, lengthening the collisions between your bodies as each pump from him awakened more sensitivities in you. Victoria’s huffs of effort accompanied the wet sounds of your mouths working together.

When you parted, he stared you down. He was looking at you differently to how he ever had before - seeing more, seeing deeper than all of those glances across a crowded room could allow. And, amongst all of your whimpers and whines, he didn’t see anything that turned him off, consistently taking you further with every masterful pump.

“You like that, do you feel good?” He asked.

You grinded your hips against his. “I fucking love it.”

Victoria nipped at his earlobe, her body still moving with his. “Now’s not the time to be shy, nasty boy. Tell her that you love it too. ‘Cause I know you do, you’re having the time of your life right now.” She grabbed at a section of his long hair, twisting some of it around her fist to give it a tug. “I bet you’re gonna come so hard for us, aren’t you?”

He turned to look at her. “Why don’t you find out, hm? Make me come.”

She licked her lips and snapped her hips into him faster, skin audibly slapping skin as she set into a more intense tempo. His lips parted, but he didn’t have anymore words to say, he just panted for air as he came into you quicker-and-quicker.

The pressure was building up inside of you, to a level that was almost too much to cope with. You put your mouth to his shoulder (the side untouched by Victoria) and began to kiss, leaving an invisible trail of your spit. Riding the incredible waves of pleasure, you started to suck on his skin. You moaned into his muscle as your body trembled.

With your walls spasming uncontrollably, you shattered at your peak. Your jaw dropped as your strength wholly fled you in one second.

“Yes, ah.” You whispered, starting to peel back from Ethan.

Before you could get too far, he was gripping your body to his, craving more friction between your bodies. He was greedily chasing his own release, unrelenting in his need. You felt like you could be split in half in the face of his impassioned jolting, and she kept surging him on.

“God…” He cried out as your swollen pussy clenched on him.

“C’mon honey.” She said over the sound of his laboured breathing.

His tempo began to suffer, desperately carrying on until he ultimately dissolved into the heights of pleasure.

She could read him, instantly quitting her effort. He leaned forward, resting his head against you, his arm loosening around you. As he shuddered slightly, she withdrew, resting back on her elbows and trying to regain her breath.

Gradually, he pulled away from you and you slumped against the headboard. His fingers caressing your cheek prompted you to open your eyes, finding him studying your expression.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Fucking fantastic, that’s how I’d word it.” You said, earning you a smile from him. “Is the wing-woman alright?”

“You two wore me out.” She said.

You leaned in closer to him, whispering into his ear. “You could use this moment to get revenge for those love bites…”

He nodded in understanding, while she remained oblivious. He crawled over to where she lay and began to remove the harness that held the dildo, which she didn’t resist.

He hovered over her, giving her a few kisses. “You can’t be too worn out yet, you haven’t even had your turn. I’m not gonna just leave you out, honey.”

“I’d be an idiot to turn down an offer like that.”

“You just lay there and relax and we’ll take care of you.” He said.

You edged forward, you didn’t know what he had planned - but you knew that you wanted in. “Yeah, we’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Her eyes darted between the two of you and a smile on her face gave away some of her excitement. He guided her legs apart, rubbing the inside of her thighs with his thumbs. You moved in closer and began to stroke the smooth skin of her leg.

He leaned down, taking his face up to her cunt. She shivered as he exhaled upon the sensitive area. “Hm. You’re looking quite wet, maybe you’ve been ready for your turn for a while.”

He dragged his tongue between her labia and her eyes fluttered shut, with her face taking on a dreamy kind of expression. He then worked his way off to the side, bringing his lips to her thigh. He applied lingering kisses to one, before returning to her crotch. He moved slowly over to the other thigh, then back to the centre, setting into a decadent routine. She lazily stroked her fingers through his hair as he treated her.

“You have a really gorgeous body.” You said, your eyes sweeping up-and-down as you couldn’t help but admire all of her. “And your legs, especially, are very sexy.”

“You think so?” She asked.

“Definitely.” You instantly replied. “It’s probably a testament to the amount of time I’ve spent grinding on thighs that legs can turn me on so much.”

He lifted his head to look at you, showing you the glisten on his lips. “She tastes as good as she looks. Try.”

She nodded and he moved out of the way, offering you the space between her legs. You were fast to reposition yourself, eager to experience this part of her. She watched you and raised one of her hands, stroking your face.

You got down to her cunt, taking in her primal, intimate scent. You placed a kiss to her clitoral hood, letting the little bulb rest against your lips. Then you gave it another kiss. You completed the third kiss by pushing your tongue forward, rubbing it against her, which prompted her to whisper your name.

Beside your head, he began rubbing her thigh. “I don’t think that I’ve ever properly appreciated your legs.”

“Yeah, you’re usually pretty improper.” She teased.

“Now that she’s pointed it out, I’m just noticing how very kissable they are.”

“All of her is very kissable.” You said, briefly breaking contact with her cunt.

He joined you in lying between her legs. She didn’t question his motives, lying relaxed as he began to kiss her bare thighs. You were running your tongue in circles around her clit.

“Can I just say that I love my turn?” She said.

“Enjoy all of the attention, honey.” He said.

As he laid more-and-more kisses on her skin, you opened your mouth and inched your face lower. You placed the tip of your tongue at her entrance, then dragged it up between her folds. As you repeated the motion you were tasting more of her.

You returned your tongue to her entrance, using it to work her open. She cursed under her breath and you felt her body stiffen as you moved your tongue deeper. Your lips were pressed flush to her skin as you used long and slow strokes on her inner-walls. She could hardly contain her whimpers, arching her back.

“Are you…?” She began, sounding as if she were struggling to maintain her focus. “You’re giving me fuckin’ hickeys, aren’t you?”

He released her skin from his mouth. “I thought you said it wasn’t a crime.”

“I should’a known you wouldn’t let… that… go.” Her speech became slower as you returned to playing with her clit. “You’re so damn pett- ah…” You made her whole body jolt as you stuffed two fingers into her cunt. She sputtered wordlessly as you worked both your tongue and fingers on her, feeling her walls start to spasm.

She gave up on her sentence with a huff. When she spoke next, her tone had changed. “Actually, I don’t care. While she’s doing that, you can do whatever you want.”

Along with her laboured breathing, you could hear the sounds of him sucking at her skin as he worked to leave his mark.

Inside of her, you pumped your fingers, setting into a merciless rhythm. All the while, you kept toying with her clit. You felt her walls clench every time you sucked it. The faster you circled it, the louder she got.

The mixture of saliva and cum dripped from your lower lip. Her arousal was blocking out your other senses as you chased different reactions from her.

“Oh, babe.” She whimpered. Her composure was starting to abandon her and her hips stuttered upwards in a desperate, unpredictable fashion. You didn’t let this dislodge you, sticking with your consistently quick pacing. “Fuck.”

It only took a couple more strokes from your fingers to get her over that edge. Her pussy clamped down on you as she whined louder than ever. Her body jerked and twitched uncontrollably as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

You and Ethan sat back at the same time, giving her the space to go limp. She laid mostly still, an occasional flinch happening while she worked to regain her breath.

Without a word, he got up from the bed and walked out of the room, the two of you left to recover in silence. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and began to wonder how quickly he would want you out of his home now that the deed was done.

He returned to the bedroom carrying two bottles of water. One was handed to Victoria, the other to you.

He met your eye as he sat down, then he slightly bowed his head. “M’lady…”

You grinned. “M’Ethan. It’s kinda weird, you bringing a drink to me.”

“And I did it without any training, can you believe it?” He joked, making you laugh, which helped this encounter feel less foreign.

“Where’s your bathroom?” You asked and he pointed it out for you.

When you returned, she was sitting up with him. Their conversation halted as soon as you stepped through the door, with both of them staring at you. You saw that they each wore a smile, but you hesitated, unsure of what you had just interrupted.

“What, what did I miss?” You asked.

“Nothing, just come sit down.” He beckoned, there was a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I dunno about that, I feel like you two partners in crime are up to something.” You said with exaggerated suspicion.

“Definitely not. Just come chill with us.” She said.

You made a show of how slowly you approached the bed, then you perched yourself at the very edge. “So what were you talking about?”

The two friends shared a knowing smile before she spoke. “We were talking about how there’s no way you’re leaving here without a hickey.”

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[ghost-proofbaby]

GHOST'S "OPEN BAR" 3K CELEBRATION

as a way to say thank you and show my appreciation for hitting 3k, i decided it's about time for a party around here... don't y'all? and what better way to get a party started than to get a little boozy! (haha get it? BOOzy? because ghost? no? okay i'll stop.)

THE RULES: below the cut will be a fun menu filled to the brim with delicious drinks! send me an ask with your order, and as long as it follows my general rules, i'll whip it right up for you! the idea here is each drink represents a different general trope, and you fill in the blanks with a character of your choosing (see below) as well as general ideas! below will be examples of requests. i will being doing as many of these requests as possible for this week, from april 3rd (today) to april 8th. starting april 9th, i have a different fun week planned for us to keep the party going, and will announce it on sunday <3

WHO I'M WRITING FOR: eddie munson, steve harrington, spencer reid, and joel miller. you must specify the character in your request, or i will not complete it.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS: "hi! can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? maybe some overstimulation involving toys?" or "can i get a flute of champagne with joel miller? maybe what the end of the day looks like in the QZ!" you can get as specific or as vague as you'd like! these are just examples :-)

also, before we dive in, i've also filled this post with easter eggs towards just a few of my favorite fics/authors (and a couple of my own). i have added a link over each reference in case any of them catch your eye. i wouldn't have hit this milestone without all of these wonderful people who inspire and support me, and there was no way i wasn't sending a nod their way during this event. i love y'all endlessly <3

alright, onwards with the party bus, friends!

THE MENU:

🥃 WILLOW'S OLD-FASHIONED: angst

long week? a new job babysitting a rockstar that just cannot and will not behave? has that blonde coworker you just wish you could slap into the next week gotten on your final nerve? look no further! sit back and cry relax with one of our famous old-fashioneds!

🍷 ASH'S SPECIAL: hurt/comfort

whiskey and bitters not your cup of tea? be still your old heart! no worries! relax like the world's ending from your long week with a good book and a glass of our famous Sauvignon Blanc instead!

🥂 FLUTE OF CHAMPAGNE: fluff

sip on some of our top shelf Dom Perignon and get lost in the bubbles! this classic will have you feeling so good, it's almost as if you've traded bodies with your arch nemesis in a freaky friday ordeal. just don't think too hard about his... mechanics below the belt... or this drink might be a boner killer. let the good times roll!

🍸 FILTHY MARTINI: smut

feeling dirty? look no further. here at ghost's, we've got you covered with one of our dirty, downright filthy martinis. disclaimer: we are not legally responsible for you getting colorfully intimate with your friend's dad or if you end up in a 3-film-box-set porno deal. yeah, our lawyers make us put those disclaimers now. keep it in your pants, folks!

not looking to get tipsy tonight? no worries! check out our extended menu options - we've still got you covered <3

☕ CUP OF SUNSHINE: mutual pining

get it hot! get it iced! get it fresh! as long as you get it before it's gone! wake yourself up with a cup of our coffee brewed in-house. cream and sugar available upon request. (hot and dirty sex in the back room not available upon request.)

🥐 KARMEN'S CROISSANTS: exes to lovers

be sure to grab a snack during your night out! these croissants are absolutely to die for (just don't fall for your reaper, folks!). enjoy this lamented pastry in our favorite armchair by the window while enjoying one of our many books laid out for your pleasure!

easter eggs i'm unable to tag (aka banner):

the "yes" policy

and my own twenty-four hours

also, filthy martini is fully a shout out to the legend behind the man of the hour who has inspired a large majority of these fics as well as my own - mr. joseph quinn himself. may all his martinis be the absolute filthiest.

once again, thank you all. i will never know how to repay the kindness showed to me, so i will do what i do best - write. also, please keep in mind i have no idea how many requests i will receive. my hope is to complete as many as possible without driving myself to absolute madness; please be kind and patient with me <3

#3k celebration #eddie munson #steve harrington #joel miller #spencer reid #aaaaaah what am i getting myself into oh lord #i really do love all of you thank you for being so nice to me haha #i'll be making an official rec list of all my favorite fics soon #this is just a taste

[anundyingfidelity]

Hi!! Congrats on reaching 400 followers !! 🎉🎊 For the drabble request, can I get something dark and smutty with Lee Pace?(if you feel comfortable about it of course) Also I broke my phone like 5 days ago and now that I'm back I see all these booping around 😆, can you tell me what is that about and how can I play?! xoxo😗 💞

thanks a lot aaaa 🩷🩷 ! this is the first request i receive for lee and i'm happy because there aren't a lot of fics about him uggghhh i love him!! i'm sorry about your phone OMG the boops were for april fool's, it was a special stuff for that day only, it was fun 😭 hope they can bring it back tho! ps: LOOK AT THAT GIF THAT HE'S SO HOT, MY TURN NOW, I WANT TO GET SLAPPED TOO lol

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WORKOUT — Lee Pace x female reader

Word count: 530 (oops again lol).

Genre: dark stuff, smut.

Warnings: dom!Lee Pace, p in v smut, blowjob, cum swallow, manhandling, use of word 'whore'.

“I love the way your body takes me,” Lee purred against your ear.

His thumb pressing between your lips as he rolled his hips lazily, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. You rolled your tongue, taking his finger on your mouth, sucking on it like it was his hard cock. You hummed as he split you open, pounding into you harder.

How did you end up here, with him between your legs and ripping your clothes off and fucking you in the gym? Well, you worked for some time together and the tension was inevitable. None of you said a word, besides occasional flirting and teasing, but not going further than words. But today, seeing him working out, sweaty, and building up muscles for his new role made you feel things you were not supposed to, since you were part of his publicist team. When you gave it a try, he sensed the lust on your eyes and excitement coming from you. Then a sloppy kiss happened, and now he had you pinned down against a yoga mat on the empty gym floor, half dressed, fucked out and moaning his name over and over.

“I've wanted to do this since forever,” he growled, pulling out his thumb from your mouth.

His big hand moved down, caressing the sweat coated skin on your neck. “You’re so fucking perfect, made to fit me.”

His praise earned whimpers from your lips, your pussy clenching around his cock when his big hand wrapped around your neck, cutting some of your air perfectly to make you shiver. Lee grinned wickedly.

“You like it rough?” he teased, giving you a couple of hard thrusts, reaching that sweet spot that made you see stars as your eyelids closed harshly.

You nodded as best as you could. The sensation down your belly became too much to handle, and you soon found yourself coating his cock with the juices of your release, as he moaned with that beautiful, deep voice of his, not stopping his hips at all. Fuck, just by this session he was getting addicted to your pussy. He was fucking close too, but he had another plans for you.

Lee suddenly pulled out once you came down from your high, forcing you on your knees with his incredibly strong body. Standing before you, he grabbed a fist of your hair, pulling you closer to his cock.

“Be a good girl and suck me off,” he ordered. He was extremely pleased when you took him in your mouth, humming and tasting his precum mingled with your own release like a starved whore having her last meal, until he released down your throat. He forced your head so you couldn’t pull him out. “Swallow. All of it.”

And you did as told. When you swallowed completely, he backed up pulling out his softened shaft and locking eyes with your own. You opened your mouth sticking out your tongue. He grinned, satisfied with your work.

“I don’t think we can remain professional any longer,” you said, catching your breath, and looking at him with innocent eyes.

He was glad about that though. His dirtiest dream was barely starting.

#lee pace x female reader #lee pace fanfiction #lee pace x reader #lee pace imagines #lee pace imagine #lee pace scenarios #lee pace smut #lee pace #400followerstag!

[startrekfangirl2233-fic-recs]

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw Recommended Fic Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 - Smut

☁️ - Fluff

💢 - Angst

🍬 - Sweet

📚 - Multi-Chapter

Stupid Jar Opener by @krmy2386 ☁️ 🍬

Rooster's morning routine with his wife when he's home from deployments is disrupted by a jar opener.

Remember This by @myfaveficrecs ❤️‍🔥

Written for @roosterforme's #love is in the air tgm challenge to the song “I’ll Make Love to You” by Boyz II Men.

Not A Coincidence by @sehnsuchts-trunken ❤️‍🔥(Alluded)

It’s not a coincidence when the Squad sees you turn up at the Hard Deck for a beach day. It’s not a coincidence either when you end up inside the bar all alone with Rooster. And after what happened on Tuesday, well…  

I Close My Eyes and All I See Is You and the Small Things You Do by @jupitercomet ☁️ 🍬

“At ease, soldier.” The playful teasing vibrated against the vertebrae of his spine.

Bradley relaxed at the command — almost dutifully, almost like a soldier — turning in your embrace so that he could face you. You’re smiling at him, eyes bright, an apron tied loosely around your waist. He played with the bow at your back as you kissed him softly.

“I missed you, bear.”

or

Bradley Bradshaw comes home.

Till Forever Falls Apart and I'll Always Feel The Way I Felt by @jupitercomet ❤️‍🔥☁️ 💢🍬📚

You and Rooster will love each other forever. Even if forever falls apart. Inspired by Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS

Following the aftermath of “till forever falls apart” (a.k.a a happy ending for all those who wanted it :)) Inspired by Glowing Review by Maisie Peters

I Missed You by @fandomxpreferences ☁️ 💢🍬

Rooster is finally home and his two girls can’t wait to see him. (Based on this request)

40. “I know it hurts, but you’ll get through this.” by @topguncortez 💢🍬

From an Ask: 40. “I know it hurts, but you’ll get through this.” I need this ❤️

Short Stack by @spacecaravan ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬

Breakfast for Rooster. Any way he wants it. 🥞☕🥓

Is It Working For You (The Roo and Baby Girl Universe) by @roosterforme ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚

Is It Working For You? (18 Part Series)  Rooster has had his eye on you all week at work, and now you’re at the Hard Deck looking too good to be true.  

Stories (in order) to accompany Is It Working For You?:

Underneath It All (Kinktober challenge) You and Bradley discover each other's kinks, and nobody is disappointed. (can be read alone)

Take It Off You ask Bradley to shave off his mustache. The regret is instant. (can be read alone)

Lips on You When Rooster upsets you at the Hard Deck, he earns your forgiveness with his mouth and his tongue. 

Meet the Parents Bradley meets your parents and wishes you could have met his.

The Craftsman You and Bradley go house hunting and are in complete agreement over what you see.

Take Me to Neverland You and Bradley celebrate Halloween with the Dagger crew before sneaking off together. (can be read alone)

A Little Present "What if you just let me fuck you real quick, Sweetheart? I'll fill you up and leave you with a little present, and then you can be on your way." (can be read alone)

The One Where He Puts His Foot in His Mouth Bradley takes his stress out on you, and you let him know that's unacceptable. 

A Preview of the Weekend You and Bradley christen your new office. (can be read alone)

Sounds Ideal Having you in his living space makes everything seem better and brighter to Bradley. 

Boys Night In The boys make Bradley self conscious about you, and you give them a formal dressing down.

Behind Closed Doors Bradley swore you did it on purpose. The way you looked at him as he tried to get to work on time was highly distracting. (can be read alone)

Have Yourself a Merry Little Rooster Bradley joins you when you visit your parents for Christmas. Everything seems to be fitting together perfectly for him. 

Five More Minutes It's your birthday, and you're kind of annoyed that Bradley never asked when it was. 

King of the Road When Bradley picks you up from a night out, you thank him orally on the ride home. 

A Rooster to Care for Me Bradley loves to take care of you when you have your period. (can be read alone)

Just Desserts Rooster only has eyes for his girlfriend and her baked goods. (can be read alone)

We Broke the Bed You and Bradley manage to break your Queen bed. Time to upgrade to a King.

The Deployment Diaries (25 Part Series) It is time for Bradley to leave on deployment. Being separated from each other is not something either of you want.

Suddenly and Unexpectedly Bradley gets called back to Top Gun for a special assignment. One of the members of the team has his heart suddenly and unexpectedly skipping a beat. (prequel story!)

Hands to Yourself Normally Bradley would encourage you to touch him as much as you want, but not when you've invited everyone you know over for a cookout.

I'm So Hot For You Bradley makes you some homemade hot sauce to show his love and appreciation for you being his sexy nurse.

Gonna Make You Sweat Bradley is determined to get back in peak physical condition, but you are more of a distraction than he anticipated.

A Love You Don't Find Everyday 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 (Multi-part Series) Sometimes plans change, and you don't always agree on everything, but you and Bradley have what you need to make it work.

B&BG Headcanons

The Keeper , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 by @tulipsbymybed ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬 📚

Rooster visits his local bookstore and meets his future wife-when she laughs in his face, that is.

Bradley is utterly obsessed with you. Good thing today is the day he gets to collect his book from your shop.

It's been a few days and Rooster is thoroughly depressed. It doesn't help when he's forced to go out to the Hard Deck-but maybe the universe will help him while he's there?

Rooster finally gets a hold of himself and asks you the important question. Well, he tries to.

Rooster needs this evening to go perfectly, he can't handle anything less. Happily, it goes even better than perfect.

Landslide by @roosterbruiser ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚

It’s been almost three years since the accident that took half of her, and Faye “Clover” Ledger seems fine, really. She loves her old house, she has a perpetually expanding vinyl collection, she’s got a job she likes on base, and she is only a short drive from the beach. She’s grounded--literally. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw feels like he’s been homesick his entire life. He’s always on the move;  jumping from one squadron to another, living one mission to the next. Somewhere in between losing both his parents and carving a successful career as a Naval aviator, he’s never found himself a home. When a call to serve on a high-priority mission with an elite squadron brings Rooster back to Miramar, he finds that home. Except it’s not a house that he finds--it’s the former backseater that observes and records the mission for the Official Navy Record. 

Let's Get It On (Someday) by @familyvideostevie ☁️ 🍬

For @roosterforme's "Love is in the Air" Valentine's Day TGM Challenge. Inspired by the song Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye.

Concerned Neighbor by @mothdruid ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬

Bradley and you are neighbors, sharing a duplex owned by Mav. But Bradley never realized how paper thin the walls really were until one night. He learned the difference between your moans, from true pleasure and fake pleasure. He makes it a point to show you true pleasure when with someone.

Forever Valentine by @bradshawsbaby ☁️ 🍬

Pre-wedding stress plus Valentine's Day is a potent combination for you. Thankfully you've got Bradley Bradshaw as your fiancé to make everything better.

Red Flags, Green Flags by @roosterformeme ☁️ 🍬

Hangman complains about his date's red flags, but Bradley thinks this girl sounds amazing.

#star's fic recs #star screaming about top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #bradley bradshaw #top gun fanfic

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Darkness Lust | IDW Helex x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2300+

Warnings: Cnc, Smut, ( oral, rough interfacing and semi-public ) and size difference. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Order up! So, this took a completely different turn. Unsure if it got weird along the way, but here it is, and I have no regrets. Wanted to move into darker themes with my writing so hope this turned out. Added cnc into the warnings just to be safe. Another thing, know the request states for them to almost get caught but I had to let them get caught. Hope you all enjoy.🥰

Cnc - Consensual non consent

☕ Coffee

Helex saved you, at least this is what you keep telling yourself over again, and you felt you owed him for this. Your escape pod from a ship had crashed onto an unknown planet, and it was by chance that he found you, injured from the crash but alive. You're brought back with him and when you are online again you find yourself in an unknown place and your wounds are patched.

When you first meet Helex he terrifies you. His enormous form is at least three times bigger than your smaller figure, multiple arms latched on his frame, and a cavernous torso where you can feel his internal heating elements boiling even from a distance, his own personal smelting pool.

You knew who he was but only from horrifying stories. A member of the Decepticon Justice Division, a group of torturers employed by Megatron to hunt down and deal with traitors.

You're an autobot though, they were only interested in decepticon traitors, right? You don't want to find out the answer you decided. All you can do is thank him politely and ask for a safe return back home. His answer is what seals your fate.

"You're home."

Helex wouldn't let you leave and the one time you did try to escape you don't get far, and it's his enormous figure, intense gaze, and the threatening glow from his torso that reminds you to not anger him, otherwise things won't end well for you at all. So for now, you stay put, much to your misery.

Now, here you are, trapped in a place you wanted to be far away from. You weren't threatened, you weren't hurt, in fact you were provided with average care, Helex never let you starve and made sure you were comfortable, at least as best as you can be in such a place.

As the days went by they continue to drag out, and you lost track of how long you've been there. A lot of the time you get bored and try to keep yourself busy however you can, but it's a struggle, mentally.

Often you would hear the echoed screams, and that's when you needed to truly escape. You didn't want to hear them, and the only place the screams can be blocked out is in the medic bay. Nickel allows you to clean the bay often, showing some pity you think, and it also keeps you distracted from everything else.

Now, in the medic bay again, you do your best to find even the smallest of things to tidy or clean up. You honestly don't know how long you've been at it, but you feel the thundering quacks slowly increase, and glancing up towards the door you see Helex entering. Nickel must've told him where you are.

He's silent, as you are too, no greetings offered from either of you. You never know what to say to him, and you've unsure what he is thinking either. He moves towards you, causing you to grow nervous as he gets closer before stopping beside you, your optics focused on the bench in front of you where you had just cleaned.

"Are you afraid of me?" His sudden voice cuts through the air.

"Sometimes." You answer through a shaken whisper before meeting his fierce gaze. "Do you want me to be afraid of you?"

"I'm not sure." He sounds confused, and his answer doesn't really help calm you. "You're intriguing."

You're unsure what to say to that, and so you turn your gaze back to the bench just to avoid his piercing gaze. Yeah, you're scared of him, but he hasn't hurt you, not yet at least, and you're fully aware what he was capable of which is why you don't push him.

Helex continues to stare before he moves again, this time moving his large servo towards your face and using the back of his broad digit to caress against your cheek plating. The contact causes your venting to hitch, followed by a soft whimper out of fear. The affection is new and you're unsure how to react.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you want?" You can't help the tremble in your vocals.

"I want you."

You turn your helm at him and he's suddenly on you, firm broad lips latching onto your own fiercely causing you to let out a startled whimper, muffled by his lips as he lifts you up onto the bench and pins you down onto the surface. Your hands push up against his chassis, giving weak attempts to get him off you, but it's pointless. His size and strength prove that, and you feel vulnerable and helpless as he forcefully kisses you.

His second pair of arms suddenly tug your legs apart, giving him the opportunity to press against you more and deepen the kiss. You feel his glossa push between your lips and coil around your own. His glossa isn't like others, much longer and hotter, a magna bitterness lingering as he fills your mouth and explores, causing you to let out a choked wince. Is that energon you taste? Did he just consume energon? Something told you that you don't want to know the answer. He shows no intention of stopping, and in fact he seems to be liking it as he lets out a low moan against your lips, his strong servos pinning you still as his second pair roam across your thighs and waist areas.

Your fighting attempts cease and you're left with no option but to let him, and much to your confusion your entire frame starts warming up from his intense actions. This shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't be enjoying this, yet you find yourself moaning lowly, your mouth full of his extended glossa.

Helex removes himself from the kiss, followed by his glossa that descends out from your mouth covered in saliva. You let out a forced vent and stare at him with wide optics, a bit stunned by his action, and he is only getting started.

He lifts your bottom half up making you gasp out loudly, leaving you to hang upside down just about from the berth you sat upon and you grip your servos across the edges. You feel his hot vents against your legs and panel, servos holding you tightly, right before feeling his snake glossa sliding against your covered valve.

"W-what are you doing?!" You're scared, feeling the hot texture against your closed panel and inner thighs, and much to your shock you're slowly growing more warm, whimpering in pleasure as he holds you hanging there, right before you automatically feel your panel retract on its own due to your growing desire.

He likes that, and takes his chance to latch onto your valve and devour you, thick glossa already sliding in deeply as he lets out a lingering moan tasting your fluid sweetness.

Another startled mewl erupts from you as you feel his glossa reach far deep through your channel, further than any spike before you've had. This shouldn't be real, yet it's happening, and reality sinks in as he starts to frag you with his glossa, sliding back and forth through your depths.

Your body responds through shivers of growing arousal, your valve building with fluids as you can't help but clench around his sliding glossa, letting out lingering soft moans as you crumble under him. Helex enjoys your taste and your reactions, letting out a vibrating satisfied groan against your valve that rocks through your frame.

The angle is strange, being lifted half off the berth leaving your shoulders and helm to barely rest against it while he holds you up by your spread legs and waist to hold you against him.

Constant weak mewls erupt from you over again as his glossa plunges through your channel, thighs spasming violently while you servos grab hold onto the edges as you feel yourself start to roll your hips against his glossa. You can't help yourself, it feels amazing!

This leaves though when you feel him pull away, glossa leaving your valve causing you to whimper in protest lightly. His hold is still tight as he lowers you back down, only for you to realise than that his panel had retracted, revealing his ridiculously large pulsing spike, tapping directly onto your valve, and this is when your fear quickly boils up again.

"W-wait, wait, you're too big-!" You're bluntly cut off when he ignores you and presses his spike against your valve firmly, the fat tip slowly breaching and invading your channel, thickness stretching you widely while he continues to press forward.

Your servos grip at his broad ones firmly latched against your hips while his second pair hold your legs apart, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing but to accept his spike that slowly fills. Letting out a choked sob you feel the burning pleasure build at your valve, every pulsing ridge rubbing forward and creating a bulge that slowly expands against your valve and lower soft armour.

Taking so much of him surprises you, you didn’t think your smaller frame could take so much.

His heated vents hit you, almost a burning sensation, as he firmly presses himself against your valve fully, able to stretch you fully while letting out a deep groan release from his chassis. Your optics shutter close while letting out soft winces followed by moans of desire rushing through you. You feel his entire length pulsing rapidly through your channel, expanding through the bulge created before you manage to online your optics to look at him.

He's staring right back, scorching gaze piercing through your small figure. He's so powerful, dangerous. There's no love or care in his face, only hunger and the growing arousal through him. This is only for pleasure, whether he intended for you to enjoy it you don't know, but you still enjoy it.

Helex gives a blunt thrust, shaking you against the berth as another choked sob leaves you, surprised by his sudden action as you grip your servos into his own even more, digits digging into his soft armour that will leave dents. He does it again, and again, slowly, feeling that broad spike moving through your channel thoroughly, before you feel his movements pick up as he tugs you by your waist against his movements, shaking the berth and yourself while you let out repeated gasps and moans.

Your sensitive node is stimulated against his rough armour while you continue to let out outbursts of desire rocking through your frame, clenching around his thrusting spike and feeling him buried deep within you. Despite your position, who it was, you don't care. You love the pleasure boiling through every inch of you and the tight hold he possessed, claiming and using you for his pleasure which you find oddly arousing.

His movements increase, forcing out stuttered vents from you over again, legs spread wide by his secondary arms and the heat radiating from him clouding your trembling frame. You feel his spike pump into you fully over again, twitching violently, vocal sounds growing louder, and you know he's about to overload, and it's no surprise to you that you feel yourself growing close to crashing through your own.

Moving your servo you rub at your node as you're unsure if he would care if you overload or not. Doing this causes your back to arch and accept every rough thrust against you, mewling loudly as you feel your overload coming crashing through you while clenching around his thickness. Helex lets out a deep groan that erupts from his chassis, feeling you clenching hard, giving a couple more jerky thrusts before spilling his thick trans fluids deep in you.

You feel the warm sticky fluids filling you to the brim, filling your chambers, channel and expanding up with his spike against your lower half. Some leak out with nowhere else to go while you hear it drip onto the floor, only low whimpers as the afterburst of pleasure continues to linger.

Helex keeps himself within as he admires and savours every moment, rubbing his primary servos across the bulge against you. He drew out a lot of your energy, and you silently admit it was a pretty good frag, your overload was quite marvellous. You're both lost the moment you don't hear someone entering the room.

Nickel clears her vocals to get their attention, making you both snap your gazes on her as she tads her peda against the flood with crossed arms, not impressed by the scene.

"Seriously? You two have your own private room to fool around in. I don't understand why you insisted on letting it happen in my medic bay."

All you can do is gasp and look away, feeling horribly embarrassed that you've been caught in such a way. You wince a little as you shift, still feeling him buried deep in you.

"Sorry, Nickel." Helex says softly. Despite her size, she somehow put the other members of DJD in their place, and learned to respect her.

"Well, chop chop, get cleaning. I don't want to be stepping in either of your fluids. Place better be spotless when I return." She turns on her pedas and heads out.

Letting out a low groan you feel his spike start to leave you, and flop out leaving your valve gaping and leaking your mixed fluids. Your optics are fuzzy but you feel his hot frame leaning across and sharing a surprisingly tender kiss with you. He tucks himself away, sharing one more glance with you, before turning and leaving the room.

You're left alone, sitting up against the berth as you give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. It seems you're left to clean up, of course. Venting out deeply you do your best to clean yourself, close your panels, and start to wipe down the berth and floor.

Helex confused you, but you shouldn't expect too much from the large mech. You don't know what to expect anymore, or if you were ever going to escape. A part of you doesn't want to though, just so you can keep Helex's spike all to yourself.

#transformers #valveplug #helex #idw #mtmte #djd #reader insert #helex x reader #fanfiction #smut #writing #sugarrusheag

[alby-rei]

Warmth in Your Hands, Warmth in My Heart (Marius x Reader)

Happy birthday (June 6) to the cutest @kamesama​​ !! Thank you for being my adorable friendo and for all the talks and rambles and imagines that we bounce back and forth ❤❤ Nothing brightens my day quite like a notification of a series of reels on IG to see that were especially selected by kame herself!! Congratulations on escaping high school at last, and I wish you’ll continue to discover more things that you will love, enjoy, and help you grow into the life of your dreams 🥰 I hope you have a wonderful day and year ahead!!  

(Also, using your request prompt from way back when cuz it’s about time!!!)

Wordless “I Love You” Prompt #48: Getting them a coffee just the way they like it. ☕

[Characters]: You, Marius

[Tags]: Coffee shop AU, fluff, pre-relationship

~*~

You sat at your usual spot in your favorite coffee shop. Whenever home felt too stifling, you’d come here with laptop and book in hand. As you waited for your coffee, you got straight to studying for your upcoming exams.

Meanwhile, Marius stood hunched over the countertop with a troubled expression. The cappuccino in front of him stared back mockingly at his predicament. Ever since your first arrival, he wished to get to know you, but he didn’t know how to get your attention. Today, however, he would take the leap of faith and try to talk to you, and what better way to grab your attention than by impressing you with some coffee art skills. He watched videos and practiced at home with varying levels of success. Now that you’re here, there was no room for error.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully tilted the mug forward and poured the milk in swirls and dots, just like the videos explained.

“Yes! I did it!”

Dropping the pitcher back on the counter, he couldn’t help celebrating out loud, attracting the stares of his coworker…as well as every customer in the café. Covering his face, he muttered an apology and hurried to clean his station. He marched excitedly to your booth, placing the mug beside your work.  

“One cappuccino for the miss, and surely not the last.” He predicted based on your recent habits.

“Thank you.” You smiled back at him.

He lingered in wait for your reaction. The alluring aroma of the coffee called for you, heightened by the fact that Marius was skilled in brewing it just the way you liked it. You took your first sip, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

“Oh no, missy!”

“Huh?! What’s wrong?”

It was a miracle that his outburst didn’t make you drop your mug.

“I…I wanted to surprise you, but you didn’t notice the latte art I made for you…” He pouted and wiggled with disappointment at how his hard work was ignored.

“I’m sorry! What was it?” You implored.

“Hmph, I’m not telling. That ruins the fun.” He looked away while his face grew warmer.

“Then…I’ll order another one!”

His eyes widened; his hope reignited.

“Coming right up!” He skipped back to his station, completely neglecting the fact that you hadn’t even finished your first cup.

Sure enough, he made you another cappuccino, which depicted a turtle with an strikingly detailed shell design and a small bee hovering above it.

“Wow, that’s impressive!”

His chest swelled with pride and joy, giving him enough confidence to continue the conversation from there. As business was light that day, he kept you company, completely shattering any hopes of studying for the rest of your stay. But you may have gained something infinitely more valuable.

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #marius x reader #happy birthday Kames!!! #☕☕☕