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l13 · 10 months

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♡miguel x reader x peter♡

a part 2 to this drabble

word count: around 3,1k

WARNINGS : NSFW 18+ ONLY, NO use of y/n, f!reader, voyeurism, cheating (peter on mj), HINTS on miguel x peter but nothing actually happens, blowjob (m receiving), masturbation, making out, swearing, spitting?(not really, YOU'LL SEE OK), miguel loves humiliating peter, miguel gets jealous and territorial very easily, lazy writing, also my first time writing anything close to a threesome so please be kind

a/n: SO SORRY this took so fucking long but I hope that y'all will still enjoy reading it<3

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

“Fuck, shit, fuck” Peter struggles to pull his pants back up as he turns around swiftly, a hand securely holding on to the front of his sweats as he gulps nervously “Miguel, my man! Fancy seeing you here… look, it’s not what it-”

“Cut the shit, Peter.” Miguel says with crossed arms, “At least have the balls to face the consequences of your… perversions.” he would have looked intimidating if it weren’t for his disheveled look–hair messy, chest rising and falling rapidly (who's he kidding, peter was still scared shitless).

“Wh-huh? I- no, you got it wrong-haha! That’s funny, though! Look- I’m just gonna go-”

“You’re gonna stay where you are.”

“Yup, staying right here.” Peter purses his lips, and he really hopes the outline of his bulge isn't that visible. (it was)

Miguel rolls his eyes, turning around and caressing your cheek as he whispers something against your ear. Peter tries to crane his neck to catch a clearer picture of you despite himself, but with that hunk of a man in front of you, it was a lost call.

You were nervous. Understandably so. Miguel’s words, when you were too busy cumming around his cock merely minutes ago, echoed in your head.

“Yeah, baby?S good, right? So perfect for me baby, fuck. Seems like you got what you wanted after all.” you had furrowed your eyebrows, confused, barely able to keep your eyes open, but when Miguel pointed his thumb at a nearby monitor with the camera surveillance of the place shining bright, with a figure right in the middle, you'd understood what he meant. And you'd liked it.

You cock your head to the side now, as you come to stand next to Miguel, grinning bashfully at Peter, who was looking at you with a gaping mouth. You’d laugh at the way he failed to cover his bulge with his hand, but you were too nervous to do so, so you decided to ignore the act altogether, even if it made your insides flip, “Hi, Peter.”

Jesus Christ, your voice. “Yellow-he-Hi!” Peter’s mouth was so dry, he doesn’t know how he managed to reply. Was after-sex-glow a thing? Because, fuck, you were glowing. There was this flush covering your cheeks and Peter thinks he wants to kiss you all over. Without even realizing it, his feet begin taking him over to you two. But not even a step in, and he’s very rudely interrupted.

“What are you doing?” Miguel’s tone is calm, and yet gives Peter an eerie sensation at the back of his neck that makes him swallow nervously, stopping in his tracks. “Uh- well, I just thought-”

“You thought wrong.” Miguel says blankly.

Peter flushes, seemingly understanding what Miguel planned to do, and takes multiple steps back till his back hits the wall behind him. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. “I- I don’t-”

“What? You didn’t actually think I was going to let you come anywhere near her?” Miguel’s laugh is cruel, and tears well in Peter’s eyes at the underlying humiliation.

“Don’t be mean,” you mutter against Miguel’s ear, your hands circling around his waist as you hug him, your eyes never leaving Peter’s. Yeah, Peter thought, don’t be mean, bitch.

Miguel softens under your touch, draping his arm over your shoulder to bring you impossibly closer, suddenly very aware of his own still very hard cock. He starts pressing kisses along your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, and you smile as you nuzzle against him. “Oh baby, you’re still hard, aren’t you? How selfish of me,” you didn’t sound sorry at all. But neither Miguel nor Peter cared.

Oh yeah, Peter was still very much here. Cock throbbing and all.

“Stop teasing, bebita,” Miguel hisses, his eyes fluttering as he ruts his hips against you, the smallest of whimpers escaping his lips. Peter would have laughed if Miguel’s voice didn’t make the sound hot. Another fact about Miguel that pissed him off, because when Peter whimpers, it sounds pathetic.

Peter drops his hand over his bulge, groaning under his breath when he squeezes himself over his pants, finally getting some much needed friction.

To Peter’s utter horror, that was the moment that Miguel remembered that he was still in the room, and Peter froze when Miguel’s eyes met his, goosebumps rising all over his body when Miguel’s gaze dropped to his covered cock. Fuck. “Touch yourself for all I care, but know that this is the first and last time I’m letting you in on this. The next time I catch you creeping on her, I’ll kill you.” Well, that was not at all what Peter expected. How horrible, and assertive. Not at all arousing.

Peter cleared his throat, “Kill me. Yeah. Yup. No, yeah, I got it.”

You laugh softly, your own hand dropping to palm Miguel over his suit, “Don’t worry, he’s all bark and no bite,”

Miguel tries hard to hide the slight tremble in his voice at the slight contact you gave him, “Is that so?”. He dropped his head, breath fanning across your neck, “Wanna test that theory?”. Both men smile when your breath hitches, Peter staring hard, and finally pulling his cock out. He inhales sharply when he wraps his hand around himself, so desperately wanting to close his eyes and fuck his fist till he comes, but keeps them open so as not to miss the show you so generously were putting in front of him. His eyes follow Miguel’s movements, as he bends to lick across your neck, biting down on your skin a second later, both men letting out sounds of appreciation as you moan.

Peter jerks his cock at a slow pace, eyes hooded, matching the tempo at which the tension builds up. He feels sick doing this, but he can’t help but let the pleasure take his mind off of the guilt that’s ready to eat him up, choosing to focus on how your throat bobs as you swallow, your lips forming a pretty 'o' as you lace your fingers through Miguel’s hair, mewling when he grazes his teeth over your collarbones.

Miguel presses the softest of kisses on the spot he’d previously bitten, and says, “On your knees, baby.” Peter is lightheaded by the pure sex dripping from Miguel’s voice, his cock twitching under his palm, and he squeezes his hand around the base of it, slowly bringing it up to circle around his tip, openly panting like a bitch in heat.

Seeing you drop to your knees was a sight Peter never thought he’d ever see, but one that he was very thankful for. From this angle, you gave Peter the perfect view of your profile. You were grinning, your expression a bit hazy, a bit cockdrunk. The tank top you were wearing looked crinkled, and Peter wondered if Miguel had the material bunched up over your tits while he was fucking you.

Peter stares as you grab at Miguel’s thighs over his suit, squeezing the flesh appreciatively as you look up at him expectedly. God, you were begging to get fucked again. Wait- over his suit? Miguel was still wearing his suit, how the fuck-

As if Peter was voicing his thoughts out loud, the material of Miguel’s suit disappeared slowly, his cock springing up, balls dropping the slightest bit from the secure hold they were being kept up by the tightness of the suit. The start of his thighs and his belly were also exposed, pretty bronze skin a perfect contrast to the deep blue color of his suit.

“What the fuck was that?!” Peter can't help but let out, and Miguel throws him a proud smirk, “Nanotech,” You smile at the small nerdy exchange, too preoccupied to properly join in the conversation. Miguel’s pleasure was above everything else. You wrap your hand around his thick cock, moaning softly as you trace the veins on the side, bending down to kiss and suck on his fat balls. “Makes things easier-ah fuuuck,” Miguel bites on his lower lip roughly, brows furrowing as he bucks into your hand, hand caressing the side of your jaw gently. You looked so fucking beautiful.

Peter drops his other hand to fondle his balls, suddenly jealous, and throws his head back against the wall, groaning as he still keeps his eyes open to watch you.

Five minutes later, Peter was still copying your movements. When you licked at Miguel’s tip, dragging your tongue over the head, and lapping up the precum greedily, Peter made sure he only touched his tip as well, circling and rolling his hand over the head. When you licked the sides of Miguel’s cock, your hand following the same pattern just under your tongue, Peter was jerking his cock in perfect synchronization, mimicking your technique entirely. He could practically taste the pleasure Miguel was getting.

During all this, Peter couldn’t hold back his voice. He moaned and groaned shamelessly, raising his hips to meet his hand sloppily. Fuck, he was so close to coming.

Miguel was truly no better, he was just better at masking it. He constantly gritted his teeth, hissing at your antics, but the occasional moan would slip, and it always made your pussy throb, as if you could feel it vibrating against you.

You take Miguel’s cock in your mouth with no warning, the tip touching your throat as you swallow around him, nose touching the base of his cock, your eyes tearing up quickly. Both men sputter at the sudden action. Miguel moans loudly, his belly flexing as he bends over you, fingers threading between your hair.

Peter almost comes right then and there, the movement of his hand on his cock so fast and rough, that it was creating a lewd wet sound “S-shit, you look so good, sweet thingmff fuuck. Yeah-like that, Oh my God,”

Both yours and Miguel’s heads snap up, surprised by Peter’s outburst. Miguel raises an eyebrow, his jaw locking. Was this asshole really imagining he was in his place? Well, he couldn’t exactly blame him, but it still pissed him off. When he turned his head to look at you, though, you were looking at Peter curiously and- were you biting your lip?

“Something you wanna say to him, baby?” Miguel’s voice comes out dry, and you can instantly tell he’s mad. You send him a knowing smile, shaking your head softly, “Not really. I just think he sounds sweet.”

“Yeah?” Peter whimpers in reply immediately. I sound sweet, I sound sweet, I sound sweet.

You glance at Peter again, rubbing your thighs together, and Miguel scowls at the movement and tugs at your hair hard, “Keep talking, Peter. Somehow, she seems to be liking your whining.”

“S so good, you’re so good, fuck I wanna feel your mouth on me so bad,” Peter babbles mindlessly and you can't help but watch as he thrusts into his hand needily.

Miguel notices you staring and grinds his teeth together, “What are you looking at him for, huh? Looking at his cock when mine is right in front of you. Am I not enough for you, bebita?” Your head whips around to look at the man in front of you, your eyes widening a fraction as you shake your head softly.

You make sure to put on a show as you run your lips all over Miguel’s cock, spreading his pre-cum all over your mouth and chin as you talk, “You’re everything. Your cock ‘s so pretty, the prettiest ever. Love it s’much..”. Miguel feels satisfaction spread in his veins, making him warm all over. He slaps his cock over your cheek for good measure as he stands taller and huffs out a condescending laugh, glancing at Peter with a dumb smirk on his face. That’ll teach him.

But what Miguel sees is not at all what he expected.

Peter’s eyes roll back, the hand on his cock tightening as he moans. Fuck, he wants nothing more than to be at Miguel’s place right now that it’s driving him insane. “Such a good fucking girl, baby, shit.”

Miguel snarls at his reaction before snapping his head back to you, “Open your mouth,”

You do as you’re told, tongue out as you stare up at him with doe eyes, but he just clicks his tongue, “Wider.” Miguel shoves his hand in your mouth, his thumb on your tongue as the rest of his fingers cradle your jaw. He pumps his cock with his other hand, biting his lip, and mutters “Yeah, just like that.. You gonna be good for me?” You nod, and Miguel's thumb gets coated in your saliva from the movement.

Miguel grins and takes his thumb out, slowly turning his head to lock eyes with Peter. Then, he brings his hand up to his face and closes his mouth around his thumb, hollowing his cheeks prettily as he sucks your spit off his finger, his gaze dropping to Peter's cock.

Peter's jaw slacks, and his hips stutter at the sight in front of him. Miguel's low chuckle falls on deaf ears, Peter being too busy watching your hands squeeze Miguel's ass impatiently, trying to coax him back in your mouth, mewling when he relents and slips his cock inside. Miguel can't help but raise his hips as you bob your head up and down his length.

Peter spits on his cock suddenly, the filthy sound making you glance at him again, and Miguel's jaw ticks “It’s okay, bebita, you can look at him. Look, but know that he could never fuck you like I did. Or did you forget how you creamed around my cock, hm? I bet that pussy’s still wet for me,”

Peter moans approvingly, “Mm I bet it is..”

Miguel inhales sharply, his eyes falling shut, “Peter.”

“Yeahuh? Fuck. Yeah?”

“Get your ass over here.” Peter nearly falls on his face as he stumbles forward, raising his sweatpants carelessly as he walks over. His hands tremble when he clasps them together in front of him lamely, standing awkwardly near you both.

“Closer, pendejo.” Peter gawks at Miguel's request, shakes his head, and reluctantly takes two steps closer. He made sure to throw a glance towards Miguel to ensure that he wasn’t getting punched anytime soon.

“Hold her hair back.”

Peter must have died and went to heaven. There was no fucking way this was happening-

“Did you hear what I fucking said-"

Peter jumps when Miguel raises his voice and quickly springs into action. His breath hitches, but he can't help himself- not when he's carefully pulling your hair back, his fingers brushing your cheeks, avoiding touching Miguel's hands as he's still holding your head, practically using your mouth as a fleshlight.

Peter tries not to react when you gargle around Miguel's cock, the popping sound your mouth makes when you pull back to get some air pulling a hiss out of him. You cough messily, and as you do, you turn to look at Peter, in all your tears-running-down-your-cheeks glory. And then you grin at him, and Peter's legs buckle. And despite everything, despite the drool running down your chin, and Miguel's hard cock still in his field of view- Peter says, “Rough day, huh,"

You snort out a laugh, and Miguel's eyes almost roll to the back of his head because- how the fuck is that funny?- and so, he growls, tapping your lips twice with his cock before shoving it back inside your mouth, his head dropping as he moans lowly.

“Oh, fuck.” Miguel’s head was fuzzy, hypnotized by the way you bobbed your head up and down his cock, your hands fondling his balls with juust the right amount of pressure that made his thighs shake. He touches your jaw with his pointer finger, thumb drawing circles over your cheek in awe. “Baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Peter whimpers, “fuck…” and Miguel laughs breathlessly, tongue running over his fangs, “Are you gonna fuck your fist again when you think back to this? Back when she had her pretty lips wrapped around my cock and you watched her take it.. Jesus Christ, you look pathetic. I bet if she told you to hump the fucking floor, you would.”

Peter moans and nods absentmindedly, pulling his cock out hurriedly and starting to jerk his cock sloppily, gaze glued on your fluttering eyes, mascara running down your cheeks prettily. His eyes flicker from your face to your cleavage and he whines. Your tits just look so soft, he can't help himself.

Miguel, ever the perceptive man, notices this, “Be a good girl and pull your shirt up for Peter, baby.” You moan around his cock at the way his voice trembles, and raise your shirt over your boobs, suddenly very aware of your own underwear sticking to your pussy mesilly. Fuck, you were drenched.

“Oh my God,” Peter pants, eyes losing focus, hand on your hair loosening as he moves his hips back and forth, fucking into his hand relentlessly. “I'm gonna cum, gonna cum-”

“Cum on her tits.”

Peter sobs, stepping closer to jerk his cock just over your tits and he jumps when he feels you squeeze his thigh, nails digging into the skin. He feels his balls tighten, and he grasps your shoulder as his knees buckle suddenly. “I'm cumming- Oh fuck I'm-” his cock twitches as he cums, painting your pretty tits white, the jerks of his hand never stopping as he rides out his orgasm.

For a moment, it feels as though only Peter's moans and whimpers can be heard, and fuck, he hopes there's no one outside because he's so fucking loud, and it's so humiliating that he can feel tears running down his cheeks. He feels lightheaded and utterly spent as he pumps his cock, squeezing his hand tight around himself as he watches the last of his cum drip down his length and onto your shirt, turning it a darker shade.

“Oh- fuck. Oh my fucking God.” Peter bites back a whimper and shudders, when you bring your hands to your tits, squeezing them roughly and getting his cum aaall over them.

The ringing in Peter's ears fades away, and he snaps his eyes to Miguel when he hears the state he's in.

Miguel grunts each time he snaps his cock back in your mouth, reveling in your gurgles, feeling the vibration of your moans go straight to his balls, and he. can't. stop. Not when he'd just seen Peter cum all over your tits like that. Not when he'd liked watching him do it.

“Take it. Fuck- take my fuckin' cum baby-shit,” Miguel whimpers and snarls as he snaps his hips one final time, holding your head in place, his thighs shaking as he cums down your throat. He throws his head back when he feels you swallow around his length, muttering incoherently to himself in Spanish as he whimpers and groans.

Miguel stumbles back slightly, cock slipping from your mouth at last, and both men can't help but stare hungrily, their cocks hardening once more as you gather the excess cum that's dripping down your chin in your hands, licking it out of your palms a second later. All three of you are panting hard, letting your actions linger in the air for a moment.

But then you look up at them, a sinful glint in your eyes, and Miguel turns to Peter and says,

“What are you waiting for? Lick her tits clean.”

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laniluvsuu · 8 months

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Pony.

Southern Ony&Southern Eren x Blackfemreader!

Warnings: smut!!! Threesome, Creampie, Oral (M. Receiving), Riding. Language, Slapping/Spanking. Choking/neck gripping. Maybe some misspelled words. I think that’s it srry if I missed anything😣!

You felt eyes on you, eyes to your right to be exact. They’ve been looking at you this whole time, you’ve made eye contact once or twice.

“You boys know it’s rude to stare?” You said turning your head and meeting the eyes once again. Two sets, one pair was dark brown the other was emerald.

“Our fault pretty. It’s sure as hell hard not to when you look so gorgeous.” The man directly next to you said, while the one in the back nodded his head in agreement as he fixed his hat and placed his drink back down on the counter.

“I’m Eren.” He said with a smirk on his face, placing his hand out for you to shake. Eren was fine. With his long shoulder length dark brown hair, his emerald green eyes that never left your face, and the many tattoos that covered his arms.

“Hi Eren, im Y/N.” You said placing your hand into his to shake it, he didn’t shake your hand just held it while looking you in your eyes. There was a deep chuckle before you could get another word out and it was from the other man. He was now moving to the other side of you.

“Let’s not be selfish Eren. Im Onyankopon, but you can call me Ony.” He said as he took a seat next to you with his back facing the counter and his legs spread out while he lifted his hand up to you with a soft smirk. Ony looked good almost too good, with his cornrows, and his mustache and goatee combo that complimented his face. His gold nose ring that decorated his right nostril, the tattoos all over his arms and hands.

“Well then Ony, Eren. What y’all got planned for the night?” You said after shaking Erens hand and now placing your hand into Onys, waiting for their answer.

“You tell us Mama.” Ony said moving his head to lay on his shoulder, looking at the side of your face while holding your hand in his.

“Mmm..I wanted to give the bull a ride before the night was over.” You said reaching your free hand over to Eren’s head to grab his hat and place it on your head. Eren smirked at your actions, and then gave Ony a knowing look when the bull was brought up.

“Oh? We’ll make sure you get a ride before the night ends pumpkin.”

And they sure as hell did, took them back to your apartment and now you’re bouncing up and down on Onys dick your back facing his chest while Eren was standing infront of you, his dick touching your throat, all you could see was his ink covered chest and pelvis.

“Oh yeah darlin, just like that all the way down.” Eren groaned out as he let his blunt sit in his mouth as he moved his hands to the back of your head pushing you all the way down, your nose meeting with his pelvis. You gripped onto Onys legs beneath you as you stopped your movements on his dick and focused on Eren as tears spilled out of your eyes.

“Don’t stop, you know better.” Ony said as he slapped your ass and moved his hands to your waist moving you up and down. His thumbs pushing into your dermal piercings making you squeal out around Erens dick.

“Ohhh my god. F—fuck!!” You yelled out as soon as Eren let you go, you rested you head on Erens thigh and kept your hand stroking his dick while Ony fucked up into you, and moved his hand up to mess with your clit. “Nope mama. Head up. Don’t fucking drop your hat.” Ony said reaching his hand up to grip on your neck and force you to look up at Eren. Since you wanted to play with hats so bad earlier Onys making you wear his hat until y’all are done.

“Ouuhh..I’m g—gonna cum again!” You cried out to them feeling your lower stomach get hotter and that knot tightening, Eren moved his hand down to grip your face, and force you to look him in the eyes, he also passed the blunt that was once in his mouth into Onys hand that was once around your neck.

“You gonna cum for us babygirl?” He said as he tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes while he looked down at you, he grabbed his dick and tapped his tip on your lips twice. “You look so fucking gorgeous bouncing on his dick with my dick in your face. You’re such a fucking slut.” Eren groaned out at the sight below him.

“S-she’s so fucking tight. O-oh fuck!” Ony said as he looked down at where you two were connected, your pussy was practically drooling all over his dick, squeezing him so hard it felt like you were tryna milk him dry. The white ring around his dick from your pussy made him feel dizzy.

“O-ohh..she’s fucking creaming on my shit. Holy fuck. I’m gonna cum.” Ony said as he threw his head back, moving your hips harder and faster chasing his climax once he felt the coil in his stomach get tighter and hotter.

“You heard him babydoll, he’s gonna cum where you want it?” Eren said as he stroked his dick still looking at your face, smiling once he heard you moan out. “I-insidee…! Daddy please! Mmph!” Eren quickly put his dick back in your mouth before groaning at the feeling, squeezing his eyes shut once you moaned around his dick.

“You heard babygirl Ony, fill her pussy up while I work on her mouth.”

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adventuringblind · 1 month

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Band-Aids are for Speed

Lando Norris x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Street Racer AU

Summary: The five times she patched Lando up, and the one time he patched up her.

Warnings: Injury descriptions, broken bones, cuts, bruises, blood, illigal street racing, car accidents

Notes: Author is not a doctor but has watched medical dramas... don't judge my knowledge!

Side Note: I hope le requester enjoys this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The first time she met Lando, he was siting in the emergency room waiting to be stitched up. She quietly hums to herself while setting up as the other nurse changes places with her.

The deep gash on his arm makes her wonder what he did to get it, but she also knows better then to ask. He doesn't look like he's in the mood to talk anyway.

It takes approximately three minutes for her to retract that statement. "So, you come here often?"

The question takes her so of guard that she doesn't know what to do with it aside from take the next few seconds to process. Is it not obvious that she works here?

"Do you mean the hospital? Or in this room specifically?" She laughs lightly at the ridiculousness of her patient and blames the minor blood loss.

"Nah, I mean in my presence." He smirks.

She tries to focus on her work. "Can't say I have."

"Would you like to be in it more?"

He gives her his number before he leaves. He dots the 'i' in his name with a heart.

She texts him the second she gets him to ask if he's bless her with his presence again.

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In the few months they've been seeing each other she's learned that Lando is obsessed with cars. It's cute when he jumps into excited rants about his favorite subject.

With the amount they've been talking, it's not shocking that Lando texts her in the evening. She assumes it'll be another silly joke. Instead she's met with frenzied sentences and misspelled words about need medical attention.

She doesn't hesitate to drive to his place. In hindsight, she really should've asked him why he didn't go to A&E when he's bleeding all over the bathroom floor.

"Please tell me you didn't get jumped." She kneels down and sets about getting him a position where she can see what she's doing.

He groans in pain as she moves him. "Nope! It was spectacular though."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I crashed the car but still won." He lets out a triumphant hoot.

This man can never give her all the details at one. "You got in a car accident?! How is that winning?!"

"Because I won the money... duh." He's definitely delirious now. Probably has a concussion. "Oh, I didn't tell you? I street race."

There's that strange part of her that is intrigued and curious to know more, specifically because that adds to his sex appeal (like he wasn't hot enough already). The logical side of her brain that is currently staring at Lando bleeding says otherwise. "Uh, no... you didn't."

"Well isn't that unfortunate! You coulda seen me crash today if you had."

Lando is half asleep by the time she is done. She's barely able to wrangle him into bed with how uncoordinated he is. It's useless keeping him awake.

She turns the lights off and is about to leave - "Will you stay?"

"I can, yeah, do you want me on the couch or is there another bedroom?"

"In bed with me. You can stay here - with me."

Against her better judgment, she does.

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She doesn't usually work the weekend shift but one of the nurses is on vacation and she could us the extra hours. She leaves her phone on vibrate in her pocket in case of a 'family emergency.'

Said emergency being Lando who is more accident prone on the weekends. Somehow, less accident prone in the car and more when he's doing normal people tasks.

Sometimes she wonders if her gets hurt on purpose just so he has an excuse to see her. She keeps telling him he doesn't need one - just in case - but he still calls and she goes. It's not like she has much else to do with her time aside.

She really shouldn't be shocked when he ends up in emergency clutching his arm. He gives her a bashful smile and tries to awkwardly wave. "Hi."

"And what, my love, are you in for this time?"

"I slipped on the stairs..."

Another male, a tall brunette who she knows as George, hits him playfully on the head. "No he did not! This idiot decided it would be a brilliant idea to tie a skateboard to the back of Alex's car and sit on it while Alex drove."

She throws a stern look at Lando and his smile goes from bashful to downright embarrassed. "You're lucky it's just you're arm."

By the time he's set free into the world to make more impulsive decisions, she makes the executive decision to make him wait until she's done working. He puts a pout on his lips, but it goes away when she sends him to the cafeteria.

They drive home listening to the indie station. The one he's made her fall in love with.

"Thank you, again."

"You've got to stop thanking me, Lan. It is literally my job." She laughs a little at herself for that one.

"Yeah, but, that's not all. You're the only person who doesn't freak out on me for doing stupid shit. Like I know I shouldn't do it but it gives me that adrenaline that racing does." The sincerity in his voice nearly takes her off guard.

"I can't tell what to do, but I'll always be there when you need a patch job."

"And I'll be there when you need a ride." He winks.

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The first time she's at one of Lando's races, she can feel the thrumming in her heart. The excitement of the start and the fear that he could possibly die doing this.

He jogs over to her right before the start. His hands clumsily find her waist and he smash his lips on hers. "For good luck." He whispers as he pulls away.

She doesn't let go, however. She pulls a band aide out of her pocket and sticks it to his hand. It's a crayon, but she highly doubts he'll care to much.

"What's this for?"

"I had a little girl today who told me that Band-Aids give you speed. I thought you might try it."

"When I win, it'll be all because of you."

Lando does win. She buys more Band-Aids with some of the prize money.

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She's there when the crash happens. The boys had deemed her the official medical personnel. Which she's glad for, since they are the ones getting her to the crash site. In record time - it has to be - she's sure she's never gone this fast before.

She dives out of the back of the truck to the driver side door. Lando sits there, a few visible cuts, but he's smiling at her. She has half a mind to give the boy an earful, but refrains since he did just crash.

It takes her, Alex, and George to get him out of the car and into the truck. She stitches him up before they go home. In her car, mind you, since the one Lando drove is out of order.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be - just - please remember that I can't fix every kind of injury."

They curl up in bed together. The long night having drained them both of their energy.

"Maybe, but at least my odds of surviving until my thirties have gone up with you around."

"At this rate, you're more likely to die doing dishes then driving."

"That was one time!"

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to go home, not end up back at her job.

Granted, she's here for a different reason now. One that's not her fault and she's pissed about it. She's going to explode with emotions. Her body hurts so much.

Fucking drunk drivers. Who gave them the right to say it's her fault? Telling her she's lucky it wasn't worse.

A soft knock at the door draws her attention. Lando stands there look mildly disheveled. Still, he has his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. "Whatever am I going to do with you, my love? Always getting into accidents!"

He comes to lay beside her on the bed and she wiggles to make accommodate him. He pulls out a box of bandages from his pocket and proceeds to put them everywhere she has a new mark.

The stress of it all finally breaks through. She sobs into his shoulder and clings to his sweatshirt. "Thank you."

"Hey, none of that. I owe you for all the Band-Aids you've used on me and all those times you've patched me up."

"Does this mean I can drive your car now? Since I have extra speed?"

Lando raises his eyebrows. "Maybe not drive, but I can think of other things we can do with speed." He wiggles said eyebrows suggestively.

"How about, a speedy recovery? You have plenty of those."

"Alright fine, a speedy recovery - and I'll be here for all of it with a plethora of crayon Band-Aids because I bought them all just for you."

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wildemaven · 5 months

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caught kissing santa | dave york

-> pairing: dave york x f!reader

-> word count: 1586

-> content warnings: 18+ blog; established relationship/reader is married to Dave and stepmom to his kids, mentions of food and drinks, non-religious Christmas celebrations and Santa beliefs, alluding to sexy time but no smut, kissing, mentions reader is wearing pajama pants, fluff, soft Dave, one use of ‘good girl’.

-> note: this literally came to me this morning and i whipped it up during nap time. Not beta’d, so all mistakes and misspelling are my own fault!! -> masterlist / holi-dave masterlist

“So let me get this straight. You saw Santa last night. In the flesh. Just standing in our living room?”

You hear Dave ask Alice to retell her story again from where you’re standing at the kitchen counter, pouring steamed milk into your coffee. Except this time, he encourages her to tell it at a slower pace so you both could catch every word of it.

“Yeah!! I was thirsty and wanted to get some water. So I got up to go downstairs, but when I got to the stairs I could see him in the living room.” Alice says, sitting across from Dave at the kitchen table where there’s a huge breakfast of pancakes, waffles and all the sweet toppings laid out. Her excitement is infectious. Her innocence is still palpable and going strong, as she states she saw Santa with her own eyes.

“And what was he doing?” Dave encourages Alice to share more as he spoons several helpings of mini chocolate chips onto his stack of pancakes with a hearty serving of peanut butter melting over the top.

“Putting our presents under the tree.” Her words were muffled by a mouth full of sliced strawberries.

“Hmm. I guess that makes sense. Where were you Molly, when all this excitement was going down?” Dave looks over to the youngest of his two girls, who’s been enjoying her own helping of pancakes with a mixture of berries and chocolate chips piled on top.

“Sleeping.” You snicker into your cup at Molly’s blunt response. Her mild temperament was proof enough that the apple doesn’t fall far from the Dave York tree.

You turn and lean against the kitchen counter, so you can watch the rest of their conversation unfold.

It took some convincing to get Dave to go along with your idea of dressing up as the Jolly Man in Red this year. Knowing that Alice gets up every night to get herself a glass of water, it was the perfect set up for her to happen upon. Thankfully Dave folds easy to your convincing pleas and a good make out session on the couch late into the night seals the deal.

Alice had come to you a few weeks ago about the matter. Asking about the validity of whether or not Santa was real. She had heard her friends talking about how they were getting too old to believe in such a silly thing and how it was their parents all along. You could sense the turmoil of her wanting to still believe in the idea of Santa, but also wanting to feel a part of her friend group who seem to be eagerly growing into their not quite pre-teen selves.

As her stepmom, you didn’t feel like it was your place to have such a turning point conversation with her. Wanting to leave that for Dave and Carol to broach the topic with her if it were to come up again, supporting whatever their approach would be. You told Alice that Santa is real and he makes sure to bring a little holiday magic each year to everyone, no matter how old they are. Your answer seemed to satisfy her inquisitive mind and gave you an idea to give her a little extra Christmas gift in case this would be her last year believing in Saint Nick.

“What was Santa doing?” Dave sits back into the chair to take in the rest of what Alice had to say. His arms crossed over his broad chest. Your attention is briefly drawn to the way his gray nightshirt pulls tight over his shoulders and back, then quickly refocusing back to Dave and the girls.

“Putting all the presents under the tree. He had a big bag of them, too.” Her arms stretched out to give him an idea of how big the bag was.

You smile at the way Dave is giving her his full attention. Never letting on that he was the one wearing the suit late into the night as he placed each present under the tree in the living room, while you watched him from where you sat under a blanket on the couch. Snapping a few photos of him as he really got into character with each gift. Pausing every so often, his hands on his waist, complaining how miserable and hot it would be to actually be Santa in the thick red suit and beard for an entire evening. He even warned that your gifts would be lost if you continued to laugh at his misery.

Pushing off the counter, you join the three of them at the table. Settling into the open chair next to Dave, as you continue to sip from the warm coffee in your mug.

“So did you say anything to him? Ask him if he brought you anything special this year?” You ask Alice.

“No! I was worried I would scare him away and that he’d take our presents with him.” Her eyes widened as shakes her head no. It warms your heart hearing her response to this whole situation, the exact reaction you were hoping for.

“Oh! I didn’t even think of that. We wouldn’t want him to take everything away that he brought for us.” You say looking over to Dave who’s smiling into his own cup of coffee.

“He also seemed a little busy once he was done putting all the presents out. So I just went back to bed. Wanted to be surprised when I woke up this morning.” You’re confused by what she means when she said he was busy.

“Busy? How so?” You ask before taking another drink.

“Well—“ She pauses and looks at Dave, as if to search for the right words before continuing, then back to you. “I saw something else before I went back to bed.”

“What would that be?” Dave’s gaze shifts over to you momentarily when he inquires about what exactly Alice saw. Clearing his throat as he adjusts his position in the wooden chair and grabbing for his mug to keep his hands busy, his grip on it tightened and his knee bouncing at a steady pace. His fidgety movements are a telltale sign that he’s anxious— valid, given the way Alice has you all hanging by her every word at the moment.

“I saw you kissing Santa under the mistletoe that’s hanging over the fireplace.” Alice looks you straight in the face when she says it.

Dave nearly spits out the sip of coffee he had just taken. Coughing into his napkin as silence takes over the entire room. Molly halts her pancake devouring to stare at you with a shocked expression.

“Oh! Umm, well—“ You fumble over your words. Sheer panic runs through your body as you try to come up with something quickly as to why Alice would have seen you kissing “Santa”.

“Hey, girls look at what time it is. Your mom is going to be here in 20 minutes to pick you up. How about you go on upstairs to get your stuff together. Brush those sticky teeth and get dressed so you’re ready to go when she gets here.” The girls cheer in unison as they both hop off their chairs and run in the direction of the stairs that lead to their rooms. The bombshell revelation is long forgotten now.

“Oh my god!” You let out a big sigh and slump down in your chair, your head turning to see Dave silently laughing to himself. “She’s going to ask me again why I was kissing him— but I think you bought me enough time until they’re back from Carol’s.”

Dave reaches over and grabs your hand, pulling you from your chair and into his lap. Your arms drape around his shoulders, your temple resting against his forehead. His hand smooths over your pajama clad thighs, the other resting at your hip where he gives you a few gentle squeezes.

“Thank you for doing that for her. She might not believe in him next year, but she’ll have this Christmas as a fun memory to tell her kids when they’re asking whether or not Santa is real.”

“Thankfully all she saw was the kissing— or she would have been scarred for life.” Dave says between the soft kisses he’s giving to your neck.

“You’re the worst!” Playfully hitting his shoulder.

“That’s not what you were saying when Santa was showering you with all those gifts last night.” His eyebrows waggle as he looks at you, rolling your eyes back at him. Your face heats up at remembering just how many gifts you were given.

“How about when the girls leave, you slip back into that red suit— forget the beard. And you can give me some more of those wonderful gifts.” You whisper, as if your suggestion might be heard by two sets of small ears. “I might be in the giving mood and have a few for you as well.”

“I don’t know. Have you been a good girl this year?” Dave asks in a low sensuous tone.

“The best!” You manage to say before his hand is pulling your face to his, kissing you with earnestness.

The sound of feet bounding down the stairs cuts the kiss short. Alice and Molly making their way back into the living room to pick up where they left off with their new toys.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.” Dave places the softest kiss to your lips.

“Merry Christmas, Dave.”

#dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x female reader #dave york x f!reader #pedro pascal #pedrostories #wildemaven writes

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chapter 19. puppy (written)

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as you wait for yunjin to arrive to class, you pull out her flash card notes she let you borrow. it really was sweet of her to let you borrow them without question and out of the kindness of her own heart. when you first received them, you copied them down and realized that she might be actually going somewhere in life, unlike yourself. you never really gave much thought as to what you would do in life and always said ‘it’s a problem for later’…but that later is soon.

before your thoughts were able to get too depressing you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“hey!” yunjin greets you as she sits down next you, placing her bag on the table

“hey yunjin, here are your flash cards thank you so so much really” you hand her the pack of cards neatly without a fold or imperfection on them.

“y/n, i told you it was no problem” she tilts her head and smiles. “besides, i needed to pay back the favor for you helping me study” yunjin smiles as she flips through her own cards.

“that was no big deal really, i’m happy to help whenever you need it” believe it or not, you shocked yourself with your own words. was that too bold?

“likewise- oh by the way, the professor assigned a pop quiz this thursday” yunjin breaks the news to you.

“oh great” you roll your eyes and open your laptop.

the professor you and yunjin have talks pretty fast while giving lessons, even with the powerpoint slides he has, its hard to keep up with what he’s saying. as you write as fast as you can to keep up with the important information he’s giving, you misspell a word that can’t be fixed with writing the correct letter over it in darker ink.

damn

you reach out to grab yunjin’s correction tape but instead you’re met with warm, soft, delicate skin.

“oh sorry go ahead” you apologize because after all it is her correction tape.

“no no use it! it’s fine!” yunjin whispers

“it’s your correction tape, you can use it”

“y/n please-“

“HEY” a loud voice over the speakers interrupts the both of you. in response you both look up out of fear.

“quiet down” the professors stern voice shoots at both of you, ending the debate on who gets to use the correction tape. after calling you guys out and having the whole room turn to inspect the cause of disruption, he continues the lesson.

you and yunjin slowly turn your heads to look at each other before she smiles and picks up the correction tape and puts it in your hand.

“that was so embarrassing” you cover your face as you stand up from seat. class had just ended and you wanted to get out of that room more than anything.

“hey its okay! everyone will forget about it by next class” yunjin tries to cheer you up and pats the side of your arm.

“ughhhh” you groan out as you toss your bag over your shoulder. “i hate him so much, he’s so annoying. we weren’t even that loud! also why does he even care it’s not like we-“ as you continue to complain yunjin just nods and smiles at you. not realizing that you guys are walking out of class together, out of the science building, into the cafeteria just talking about the professor and the work.

while you and yunjin were grabbing food in the cafeteria she interrupts you by laughing.

“y/n you’re really funny” yunjin grabs a piece of bread and puts it on your plate. “you make everything seems so interesting”

you both walk to sit down at a table while you try to remain calm from yunjin’s sudden compliment.

“you know, we should really hangout besides just studying” yunjin suggests as she takes a bite of the rice she picked up.

“yeah id love to”

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#yunjin x reader #kpop #kpop smau #le sserafim #le sserafim chaewon #le sserafim kazuha #le sserafim sakura #le sserafim yunjin #newjeans haerin #newjeans hanni #newjeans hyein #newjeans danielle #newjeans minji #newjeans #wlw

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Opening His Car Door - Pedri González

A PEDRI FIC! YEI! My first one

Also it's my first TikTok related fic. Hope it's good. I just saw this and wanted to get it done and I thought about our lovely Pepiiii! And here it is!

P.S: English is not my first language, sorry if there's any misspelled things. Pleaseeee, let me know if they are :) Thank you!

"Preciosa, ¿estás lista?" (Beautiful, are you ready?)

"Coming, amor!" You said looking yourself once more in the mirror of your bathroom.

You quickly took a look at the inside of your room seeing Pedri wasn't present and pulled out your phone

"Hey guys! What's up? Y/N/N here. You've been asking me a lot to do this little... prank? challenge? Well, whatever that thing is. And what a better way than this one. Right now, Pedri and I are leaving to get some grocery shooping done and it's the perfect time to do this, I can already imagine his precious impressed face like..." You put your hand on your cheek, fangirling a bit of your boyfriend. "Ugh, so beautiful!" You laughed at yourself a little "Anyway so let's go and see what happens"

"Y/N!" You heard your boyfriend yell and you quickly ended the little video and came out of the bathroom

"Aquí estoy, señor" (I'm here, mister) You said smiling watching him enter your shared bedroom

"Thought the bathroom ate you alive" He said laughing a little as you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while his went to your waist bringing you into him

"You think you're funny, don't you?"

"I'm hilarious, preciosa"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, astro del balón" You said giggling leaning up to kiss his lips a few times "Let's go so the faster we get home, the faster we'll cuddle" You separated yourself from him and walked out of the room feeling him walk behind you.

"You look beautiful" He said randomly as you stopped walking turning around to see him with a big smile on your face

"Y tú muy guapo" (And you pretty handsome) You waited for him to walk down next to you, intertwining your hands. You pressed record on your phone deciding to edit the walking out part.

All the way to the porch, Pedri was swinging your hands exaggeratedly, until you dropped his hand and ran towards the drivers side.

Pedri did let you ride his car, pretty often, so he must have thought you wanted to drive the car. So when he walked towards the copilot's side you yelled

"Nooo"

"What?"

"I'm opening the door for you! You have to get in here!"

You recorded his reaction since your phone was in the hand you opened the door with. It was priceless

"Bebé" He joined you at the drivers side, his face red and his smile big

"Get inside the car" You said

"Why would you do this?"

"I wanted to! You always open the door for me, I wanted to return the gesture" You said softly with a smile on

It was true.

Pedri always opened doors for you. Like the gentleman he is. And it made your heart do somersaults.

"Bonita, you didn't have to" He said still giggling

"C'mon, Pedri. Just get in there"

"Just this once" He said, his index finger up doing the mention of "One" as you nodded

"Just this once" You repeated nodding with a smile on. He leaned over and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips and got into the car as you closed the door

You giggled like a schoolgirl and jogged towards the copilot side, when you see the door open. Pedri leaned over the console, still opening the door for you

"You didn't think I'd stop opening the door for you, did you?"

"BABY!" You yelled, now you were the one blushing.

"C'mon, get in, mi amor. We need to do some grocery shooping"

Pedri drove all the way to the market with one of his hands on your tight and you cuddled up to his arm, you planned to be the one with the final word, so at the market you would open his door again

And that you did. You started recording again.

"Amor, ¿Qué-?" He was cut off by you running out of the car to open his door once more "Bonita" He said before laughing, you could see how his cheeks turned red once more "No, not happening"

"What?" You asked laughing "C'mon, let's go" He got out of the car grabbing your hand "Pepi, what are you doing?" You asked while laughing.

He was dragging you back again to the copilot side, opening the door and getting you in it once more

"Pedri! No! What are you-? PEDRO!" You laughed watching him go back towards the drivers side.

He got inside the car, started the engine for a few seconds and he even pulled his seatblet on, to undo it minutes later, turn off the engine, get out of the car and go to your side opening the door for you

"Pedro!"

"You won't take my job away! My job is to make you feel like a queen and I will treat you like one"

"You already do that" You say leaning up to kiss him softly on his lips

"I also like opening doors for you, I'm your man, a manly man who opens doors for his girl"

"Yes, you are and you do." You smiled "I love you so much"

"Love you too preciosa" He said passing one arm around your waist pulling you closer to him "And lastly. It feels weird when you open the door for me" You laughed loudly at that

"Let me tell you, I loved it. I'll start doing it more, so you better get used to it" You left a kiss on his lips before walking away

"Ay Díos mio, no... Bonita, wait" (Oh my god, no...)

"C'mon, González. We got some grocery shooping to do"

#pedri gonzalez #pedri gonzalez x reader #fc barça #fc barcelona #pedri blurb #pedri #M. is writing #pedri x reader #pablo gavi #his eyes are gorgeous #look at him #i love him #pedri and gavi will be my death #those two #pedri fluff

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neyswxrld · 5 months

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caught in a crosshair

Crosshair x reader (gn)

summary: Snowball fight with Crosshair.

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, reader gets pinned down, snow shower; 18+

word count: ~660

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the fifth fic for my advent calendar! just as i took a small break from correcting this small fic to pick up my brother, he decided to throw a snowball at me. how fitting.

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings!

You should have known better.

You should have known better than tossing a stupid snowball on his back.

But well, how should you know that the elite soldier and perfect sniper who was literally named Crosshair not only shoots his targets precisely but can also throw and never miss?

Needless to say that he immediately bent down to take revenge when you hit him with the frozen ball.

What you didn't expect was him having fun throwing snow at you and not stopping at one ball.

One ball suddenly turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into a whole snowball fight quickly.

Lucky for you, Crosshair is kind enough not to aim for your face, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. When you are able to throw one ball and don't even hit him with it, he throws at least two.

You were covered in white faster than you could count to ten, and as time went by, you got more and more desperate. You needed to do something, or you would never hear the end of it.

The next time he throws a ball at you, you duck just right, so it hits your face. You yelp and throw your weight behind you, falling into the snow that feathers your fall a little bit. "Ouch," you whine over-dramatically, holding your cold hand to your face.

You hear Crosshair sprinting towards you as soon as he hits your face, and he is next to you just a second later.

"You okay?" he asks, worried.

Instead of answering, you start grinning. In the exact moment, understanding crosses his features, your hand, filled with snow, already flies up to his neck.

"That is not fair!" He tries to shake you off, but you hold on to him like your life depends on it.

But as always, Crosshair is just unpredictable. He uses your tight grip to his advantage and easily pins you down with his weight, catching your hands between you. While you can't move yours, his hands have all the freedom they need to just grab the snow around you and shove it down your shirt.

"Oh, cold, cold! Stop it, stop it!" you yell, laughing, and try to push him off you. You don't stand a chance.

The snow is cold and wet, and you can already feel yourself starting to shake. "Cross-," you keep giggling and squirming, but you can't gain any control.

After a few minutes, he stops and looks you in the eyes with a raised brow.

"Had enough?" he questions. You nod in an instant. "Yes, yes. Please let me go," you almost beg, but you still have to chuckle in between your words.

"It's always the same. Can dish but can't take it," he mumbles, playfulness in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. You just have to go over the top all the time," you smile back, but he just raises his other eyebrow, too.

"I'm just defending myself," he states, starting to climb off of you, reaching out with his hand at the same time to help you up.

Both of you start to brush the snow off your clothes, but wet stains still stay. Your teeth start to chatter. Hugging yourself, you turn around to Crosshair, who seems to be fine.

"We should go home, I'm freezing," you tell him. He nods once, lays an arm around you, and you start your short way back home.

This time, you aren't interrupted by snowball fights or snow showers. Instead, you enjoy the quiet (well, the quiet that was left after your chattering teeth) and your closeness.

Back at home, both of you decide that a bath would help warm you up the fastest.

You fill the bath tub with hot water and bubbling soap, light some candles, and let the evening fade out with soft touches and sweet kisses that fill you with warmth even faster than the water ever could.

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HEY, IT'S A FREAKING ENORMOUS SMILE FOR ME FANCOMIC!! there is a very real chance that if you're new from twitter following me here, you followed me for this!! I don't blame you!! I'm real dang proud of this and it was a true labor of love!!! I have more like this I would like to draw soon, too...

(full transcript slash detailed image descriptions under the cut!)

PAGE 1 The comic title, COOKING, is written at the top of the page in big handwritten bubble-letters colored in pale peach.

Panel one shows Kamal, wearing a brown-and-red striped turtleneck sweater, standing next to Habit, wearing a fluffy teal-blue sweater over a pink button-up and blue jeans. Kamal is lightly grimacing, looking mildly embarrassed and rubbing his right arm with his left hand, while Habit stands with his hands on his hips and a big grin. Kamal: So, um, something that we only realized after we started living together... ...turns out neither of us can cook. Like. At all. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I can make "spaghetti" (smiley face) Kamal: Yeah that barely counts. (in smaller text) I guess I can't talk, though... I was living off Chinese takeout and hot dogs...

Panel two shows Habit on the left, smiling warmly and holding up Putunia with both hands, who is grinning and holding both fists in the air triumphantly. Kamal is on the bottom right of the panel, shrugging. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): But now we have "Putunia"!! Putunia (shouting): THAT'S ME!!! Kamal: So, uh, we had to figure out the whole "cooking" thing. 'Cause we're the adults here or whatever...?

The third panel is marked with a big handwritten caption of "SO THEY LEARNED TO COOK". Below that, Kamal, left, and Habit, right, are standing wearing frilly aprons - Kamal's yellow with pink-and-red trim and a heart on the chest; Habit's light green with dark green trim and flowers on the chest. Habit is also still holding Putunia in one arm, while the other hand gives a thumbs up. Putunia is smiling with her limbs dangling limply like a kitten. Kamal (in small font): How did you just... have these ready...?

PAGE 2 In the large top panel, Kamal, still wearing the apron, is smiling, wearing red oven mitts with yellow flowers, and holding a blue plate with freshly-cooked samosas that are emitting a cloud of steam. Kamal: I, um, actually ended up calling my mom for advice, and she's been teaching me all her old recipes? I didn't really appreciate her cooking growing up - you know, you're a dumb kid and you just want pizza 'cause all your friends are getting pizza... But now... I dunno, it makes me feel closer to her. Feels like I'm carryin' on something important. And there's something real nice about getting to share a family recipe with people I lo- CARE ABOUT.

The second panel shows Habit leaning in from the right, smiling slightly mischievously and clutching his hands near his face. Putunia is also bursting in from the bottom right, smiling and throwing her fists in the air. Kamal is visibly flustered, sweating and yelling, jostling the plate of samosas. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I still need to meet your mom!! Kamal (yelling): I- I told you, I'm not ready for that yet!! (in smaller text) Ugh, she keeps bugging me about coming over to meet you two... Putunia (yelling): I WANNA MEET KAMAL-MOM!! KA-MOM!!!!!

PAGE 3 The large top panel shows Habit in his apron, smiling, holding up a wooden spoon in his left hand and a wooden fork in his left. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I've been learning to do "new things" with my favorite foods!!! (smiley face) "Homemade sauce"!! "Black bean burger"!! "Crabo"- "Crabounara"- "Cbabao"- "Ca"- Fancy spaghetti.

The second panel shows him in the same pose and expression, but now pointing upwards with his left hand. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Also!!! I

The next panel abruptly cuts to a nervous-looking shadow-Habit, with an equally-nervous looking Kamal (no longer wearing the apron) peeking in from the right side of hte frame. Habit: um

PAGE 4 The large top panel shows Habit smiling nervously, looking more subdued than normal, lightly scratching his chin with his right pointer finger. Kamal, smiling proudly, is hugging onto his left arm. Habit (with a normal speech pattern): I... so, for a long time, I didn't even want to look at food from... where I grew up. Too many bad associations for me, yes? But, now that I'm in a better place, I'm trying to reconnect in ways that feel safe for me. Food has been a nice way to do that. Lets me build new memories to replace bad ones. Kamal: Proud of ya, big guy

The next panel shows Habit back to his usual bubbly self, smiling, wearing the flower-patterned oven-mitts and holding up a plate with a Medovik cake (a type of Russian honey cake) topped with berries. IN the background, Kamal and Putunia both stare at the cake, Kamal visibly drooling, Putunia with stars in her eyes. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): The baking is "ESPECIALLY GOOD"!!! Today I made "Медови́к" ("Medovik" in Russian script)!!! Kamal (in small text): it looks so good... Putunia (in small text): CAKE!!!!!!

The final panel cuts to Kamal drawn from the chest-up, looking slightly sheepish and scratching his chin. Kamal: Um, so that's the other thing we've discovered through all this. It turns out, uh...

PAGE 5 The top panel shows Kamal (left), Putunia (center), and Habit (right) all sitting at a table with a yellow-and-red checkered tablecloth, eating the Medovik cake. Kamal, with a sheepish expression, is leaning forward with his elbows on the table, right arm resting down and left raising a fork to his mouth, with a plate with a slice of cake to his right. Putunia is pumping her right fist and raising the left, holding a fork with some cake on it, into the air triumphantly, shouting with delight. Habit is resting his head in his hands with both elbows on the table, looking delighted, a slice of cake and a fork to his left. The cake itself, with a cake-serving knife to the left side, is in the center of the table. Kamal: ...we... all have a giant sweet tooth... (in smaller text) Oh my god I feel like such a hypocrite... Putunia (in small text): YUMMY!!!!!! Habit (in small text; misspelled Habitspeak): Isn't it?? Isn't it??

The next two panels cut in close on Kamal and Habit, from roughly the chest-up, as they both eat. Kamal is chewing with a guilty expression, holding his fork near his chest, while Kamal is smiling and lifting a bite of cake to his mouth with a fork held delicately in his right hand. Kamal: How did this happen?? We are literally both dentists?? Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): "You" are. "I" don't have to worry about that anymore

The next panel shows Kamal grimacing, gesturing with his fork, while Habit chews with a smug grin. Kamal: Yeah, not how that works. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Plus I brush my teeth 4 to 60 times per day so they are "perfect" Kamal: Also not how that works. (in smaller text) Please talk to your therapist about that I worry about you

The next panel cuts to Putunia, on the right, shoving her empty plate towards Kamal with a determined expression. Kamal stares back with one eyebrow raised. Putunia (shouting): I WANT MORE CAKE!!! Kamal: Uh huh. And what do we say about that? Putunia (shouting): MORE CAKE PLEASE??

The final panel shows Kamal, on the left, slicing into the cake, while Putunia to the right watches with a smile and her plate held up. Habit comes up behind her, also holding out his empty plate and watching with a smile. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Kamal me too Kamal (smiley face) Kamal: Well, if you're both having seconds...

PAGE 6 The final page has a full-page panel illustration. Kamal, grimacing with his hands on his hips, is looking down at a messy sink full of dirty cooking implements. Behind him, Habit, scratching his chin, looks away sheepishly while Putunia to his right cheers, hands in the air. Kamal: Okay, now which of us is gonna be the adult who does the dishes Habit: not it Putunia (shouting): NOT IT!!! Kamal: oh my god

#smile for me #kamal bora #boris habit #habismal #putunia mollar #anonymous puzzler art #this is the longest comic I've drawn in a LONG while and i am EXTREMELY proud of it!!! i would like to do more soon!!!#i want to make medovik so bad now.#long post

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i need more dad!lloyd in my life

Funeral Planning

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd won’t stop until he finds what’s his

warnings: angst, fluff, gun, blood, murder, angry Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

They know they fucked up, like really fucked up. There’s no way they are going to see the next day. They got told that this is the most dangerous part of the job, but it looked that easy. Why should it be that hard, you only watch and nothing else. If they only knew that this job would be their death sentence. All of them are running around, checking every corner in hopes of maybe seeing the next day.

“What are you doing here?”

They are not going to see the next day.

The men turn around to see Lloyd standing there with crossed arms and a glare that would haunt everyone who looked at him. Lloyd Hansen is already scary when he’s doing nothing, but seeing him now makes you want to shoot yourself. All of them look at each other, thinking of who should sacrifice themself for the team.

“If you don’t tell me why you’re all here and not the place you are suppose to be, I’m going to cut off all your guys fucking erection incompetent dicks and send them to your mothers!” Lloyd screams.The new guy decides to step forward

“We cant find him”

A bang is heard and the guy falls to the floor, a bullet between his eyes. The men look at Lloyd and see the steam coming out off his ears.

Lloyd clenches his jaw, looking at them with so much anger “What the fuck do you mean with you cant find him. WHERE IS MY SON!” he looks at the silent men before he raises his gun again and shoots another man, “TELL ME!”

“We were watching him like you told us, sir. Then we looked down the hallway because we heard the two man with the milk for your son coming, and when we looked back he was gone” the man next to the two corps goes. Four more bangs echos through the hallway, four more bodies falling to the floor.

Veins popping out off his neck,”So you are telling me that a child, MY child, who can barly crawl, somehow crawled off his play mat and past twelve of my men?!” Lloyd speaks, stepping closer“Not only don’t any of you know where he is, but he also hasn’t eaten anything?! He gets his second milk at exactly 3pm, now we have 3:47pm. Does that mean that my son is missing since almost AN HOUR?!”

“Well yeah, we-“, Lloyd shoots the man right between his eyes.

He walks over to the corpse and starts kicking “MOTHERFUCKING MORONS” he screams, while not stopping. Ones he’s finished he looks at the other men“Get every fucking man in this building to search for my son, check every security camera and let someone guard the windows and doors. You five come with me.” Lloyd commands“If someone took my son, I will make sure that every single person in this building gets what they deserve.”he turns around and the men follow.

Lloyd knows what anger feels like. Every time someone looks at sunshine he gets angry and wishes to kill them, which he does. This is a different feeling though, he not only feels angry at them but also at himself. He left his son alone with those idiots and now he doesn’t know where or how his son is.

They walk from room to room, checking every corner until they make sure that he’s not in there before locking it. A big house is amazing and an absolute must have for him, but now he’s really regretting having one.

Lloyd is desperately looking everywhere, no one will stop him until he finds LJ. Truth is, Lloyd will indeed kill everyone, but only if he doesn’t get killed before that. He cant tell sunshine that these morons lost their son. She would kill him. She would kill him for hiring the people who lost him. He’s not ready to plan his funeral yet.

A man comes to Lloyd “We checked the cameras outside, no one got in or out. One camera is defect though”

Lloyd turns pale “Search outside, everywhere, search the whole fucking maze, the woods and the road, do not get back before you find him. And bring the man who’s responsible for the cameras to the basement!”

“The chances that he is outside are about 1%. All windows are closed and if someone would’ve opened one an alarm would’ve gone off.” the man speaks.

“Do I look like I give a single FUCK! 1% is not zero, so go and search outside!”. Of course Lloyd knows that the chances are slim that LJ is outside or that someone took him, but he knows that his list of people that don’t like him is long and on top of that list is Court and the bitch Suzanne. She doesn’t have the skills to get inside, but Court does. If Court took his son, oh boy, a war is going to break out.

Lloyd only realizes now that a tear left his eye. Its never a good sign when the sociopath cries. He wipes it away before continuing checking every room, while half of his men are now searching outside. He’s nowhere though.

They searched all rooms on all floors, but he’s not there.

“Where is he?!” Lloyd screams at the men that just came back up stairs.

“We couldn’t find him inside or outside, si-“ another two shots, another two bodies.

He doesn’t even realize how much blood is on him or how many bodies are now laying on each floor. Finding LJ is the only thing he cares about. “Check every room, and corner outside again!”. The men now run around way faster from room to room, corner to corner, scared what will happen if they don’t find Lloyds son.

While all of them are running around Lloyd is now slowly walking to LJs nursery. He feels his chest tightening with every second, no air goes down his throat and his eyes begin to water. He unlocks the door and walks over to the crib, LJs blanket still laying inside it. Lloyd looks at it for a second before breaking down, tears streaming down his face. To people Lloyd always seems like the big sociopath who doesn’t have a heart, but he does, a big one. There’s no other man who loves his family more than him, who loves his wife more, who loves his baby more. He knows he’s not the world greatest dad and will probably never be, but he loves his son.

“Where are you, junior? Fuck, where are you!” he screams, knowing there will be no answer. Lloyd swore on his life to protect him and he failed. LJ could be kidnapped or somewhere in this building starving and his father is here, crying on the floor.

He needs to find him, he can cry later, but not now. He will be strong for his son.

Lloyd stands back up and walks out off the room, speed walking down the hallway. In hurry he misses the flowers, standing in a 4 feet vase on the floor, which were meant to be for sunshine but are most likely to be for his funeral now. The vase falls over and lands directly on his foot “YOU FUCKING DRY ASS PLANT!”

Trying to calm down he hears a noise coming from the master bedroom. The door is locked so he unlocks it and grabs his gun. The men already searched and then locked the door, which means no one should be in it. Maybe a intruder is in there, maybe the man who took his son is in there. Lloyd doesn’t wait a second longer and slams the door open and goes in it “KNOCK KNOCK ASSHOLE”

Lloyd looks at the room, but sees no one. He checks the curtains, fireplace and the walk-in closet, but still sees no one or the source of the sound, not even on the balcony. If sunshine knew how many people he pushed off this balcony because they came in while she was sleeping and he didn’t want them to wake his sunshine up. Gun still raised, he walks over to the bathroom door, the only place he hasn’t checked yet. The men locked the door and at this point he doesn’t have the patience to unlock it, so he kicks it open”

“Where are you, you fucking piece of sh-“ Lloyd stops when he sees his son looking right at him with big glossy eyes and a shocked expression, while laying on his tummy, Mr. Mustaches ear in his right hand. LJs lower lip begins to quiver and tears fill his eyes.

“Oh, junior” Lloyd rushes over to him just as he begins to cry, he holds him close to his chest, scared that he will otherwise disappear. Unknown to him, his own eyes begin to water. LJ doesn’t stop crying, even as Lloyd begins swaying back and forth. “Its ok, everything is ok. Don’t cry, don’t cry” he doesn’t know if he’s trying to calm LJ down or himself. It doesn’t work though. Tears start to leak out off Lloyds eyes. He sinks to the floor with LJ, who is holding on his fathers shirt, staining it with his tears, “I’m sorry that dada scared you”.

The teddy is laying on the floor next to them, so Lloyd pick him up and shows him LJ, “Look, your second favorite mustache wearing man” giving him a sad smile. LJ turns his head slightly, looking at the bear before reaching for it. His cries now turning to small whines.

Lloyd brings the bear closer to LJ, so he can touch him. Both of them stopped crying at this point.

How could does idiots miss LJ in the bathroom, either they are blind or they didn’t even search this room. It doesn’t matter, they are going to die.

“How did you even get in here and why?”, Lloyd ask him, rubbing his small back. The baby looks at him, clearly not understanding what his dad is saying, instead he pulls the bear closer. Suddenly Lloyd understands why.

Last night LJ slept with Sunshines and him in their bed. In the morning Sunshine fed and changed LJs diaper and then put him down on the play mat in his nursery. Before sunshine left she told him to grab Mr. Mustache and give him to LJ because he was still in their room, otherwise LJ would get whiney.

He forgot about it.

“Dada is sorry that he forgot your bear” Lloyd kisses his forehead “can you forgive him?”. LJ looks up at his dad and gives him a goofy smile, while blabbering something. Lloyd smiles, standing up with his son and Mr. Mustache in his arms, “I take that as a yes. Now dada is going to give you a bottle milk and then he’s going to have a not so nice talk with his colleagues”

He walks out the bathroom with a smile, happy that sunshine wont kill him. Lloyd looks down at his son and his smile quickly vanishes. Under all the adrenaline he didn’t realize that his clothes and face had blood all over him. He hold LJ against it and now his son is locking like a mini version of him. “Fuck”.

He grabs his sons hand, as LJ tries to put his fist in his mouth and rushes back to the bathroom. Laying him and the bear in the tub, he searches for a towel, “where are the goddam towels!”. He stops searching when he hears a cry, turning back he sees LJ looking like he’s going to explode, “Shit” he’s hungry.

Lloyd dives forward when he sees him trying to put his fist back in his mouth, holding it gently, so he cant do it.

Two man suddenly walk in, “We searched all rooms again and still cant find him. Also yo-“ they stop when they see their bosses son.

“NO SHIT. HES IN THE ROOM YOU FUCKING LOCKED!”

LJ starts screaming

“No junior, everything is ok” Lloyd says, still holding his hand. He turns to the men “bring me a bottle”

“We just wanted to inform you that-“

“I said bring me a FUCKING BOTTLE” Lloyd screams, not being able to be louder than his sons screaming. One man runs away to bring the bottle, while the other stays on his spot and gathers the courage to speak.

“Sir”

“WHAT”

“Mrs. Hansens driver just passed the gate” he says. Lloyd turns pale for a second, and looks around. Blood in the bathroom, on him, on the baby, on the bear, his men running around the whole property, god knows how many bodies on each floor and a screaming hungry baby.

“Oh, shit”, looks like he really has to plan his funeral.

#chris evans #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #soft!lloyd hansen #dad!lloyd hansen #daddy sociopath

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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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eternity

vampire!fives x reader (first person perspective)

prompts: "If forever does exist, please let it be you." & "Something about you made me feel a little more alive and far less alone."

warnings: maybe it is a bit angsty(?), kissing, biting (well hello, he is a vampire), small bits of blood (i think that is all, let me know if i missed something!)

word count: ~760

hello! this is my first fic for this fandom! (kinda) i hope you enjoy. in addition to the prompts i also was inspired by the song iNFiNiTY by FiNCH! :)

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings and other mistakes! (commas are a pain in the ass lmao)

"Look up to the stars," the raspy voice of Fives breathes in my ear.

We are standing in a clearing, surrounded by trees over trees, in the middle of the night. The air is cold, fresh. It doesn't matter. Even though his skin is cold, he provides warmth: His black leather jacket around my shoulders, his big hands on my waist, his breath on my neck.

Slowly, I lift my head to look at the sea of small lights above us.

"Beautiful," I hum. "That's what freedom must feel like," I add dreamily.

"They bring the light into the dark." His soft lips meet my cheek. Gently, he moves his hands around me and folds them on my tummy. His thumbs trail small cirlces. A pleasant shiver runs down my spine. I can feel his chest agains my back and every time the cool night air flows into our lungs we seem to come closer to each other.

"They are alone, but they are free," he murmurs some time after just hearing our quiet breaths.

The night is beautiful, the sky clear. But not one bird can be heard. No crickets or other small animals in the distance. Just us.

"Just like me," his small kisses begin to wander.

"I have no sense of space... or time," he says. His strong arms embrace me. The smell of his aftershave rises to my nose.

"Fives..." I whisper as he starts to place kisses along my neck.

"I have no one to share those things," he mumbles.

"Not a single soul far and wide... That's the price of eternity," he closes his eyes.

"But I am here," I say and turn my face a little bit to the side so I can see his face. The small five on his temple accentuates his unnaturally light skin.

"Yeah. Something about you made me feel a little more alive and far less alone," he agrees. My heart warms at his words. "But you are not eternal."

"I could be," I smile. I take a small step to the side and turn around so I can face him properly.

His brown eyes flutter open and seem to reflect a sadness I haven't seen in a long time.

"Fives..." I whisper again.

"Don't say it," he closes his eyes again and takes a deep breath through is nose.

I lift my arms and put them around his neck. I step closer. There is just a small space left between us.

"Fives-"

"Don't!"

I take a deep breath before I start talking again.

"Fives, please look me in the eyes," I almost beg.

He seems to fight with himself but after a view quiet moments, he obeys and his eyes land on mine. In contrast to his sadness, all I can see now is a deep, burning passion in them. A hunger that never can be stilled.

"If forever does exist, please let it be you," I say.

"No, you... you don't understand. I... am hungry. But I am never fed. I can't taste... anything. I am cold but nothing seems to warm me up. The cold is in my heart. I am tired but I can't sleep. I am not dead, but I don't seem to be alive either. I am thirsty... So, so thirsty but the only thing that is able to quench it, is blood. Warm, fresh blood from the body of innocent people," he speaks and comes closer again.

I look him in his eyes.

"That's the price of eternity," I mutter.

Slowly, I lean in and kiss his sweet lips. He kisses me back. Carefully, but still so passionately.

After a few moments I break the kiss and look him in his brown eyes one last time. Then I start to tilt my head and lean in closer. I put my lips on his jawline and start to kiss a trail up to his ear.

I can feel his breath on my neck. My heartbeat quickens.

He wouldn't be able to resist this time.

Soft kisses wander along my artery that waits for his touch under my skin. Gentle scrapes of his impressive fangs. He hesitates for a long moment before he says, "I need you."

"I know," I gasp, "I need you too, Fives. Please, do it."

Not a second later I can feel how his teeth pierce trough my skin. His hands on my waist again, holding me. Keeping me safe. Some droplets of warm blood land on my skin. I can hear him swallow.

"I love you, Fives," I whisper one last time before everything gets dark.

#submission #pineapple's 2023 halloween party

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hot-girls-favorite-is-daniel · 3 months

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Conversation between me & my friends (slightly edited) as six the musical incorrect quotes:

Anna *watching Hazbin Hotel w the gang*: wait so the god of hell, first demon ever there is French…? so what does that tell us about French people?

Kat: wait….

Anne: I’m right here.

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Anna: it’s kinda bright

Kat: not really ??? Anna: well that’s because I have blue eyes and you have brown eyes so the world is brighter for me so therefor I’m happier

Kar: probably true

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Anne: *on her Snapchat story* I love u Mr.Beast, I want u forever n ever, no one can take you away from me

Kathy: Anne it is 7 am are you mentally okay?

Anne: yeah I just really love Mr.Beast

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Kat: *in the queens gc* GUYS

guys

wake up

hello?

HELP I JUST FLASHED MY BISTLE WHISTLE AT MY DEAD GRAMMA!!!!

Lina: …Kat it is 7:15 in the fucking morning what the fuck fin you mean by you “flashed your bistle whistle at your dead gramma”

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Mary: *from the other side of the house* BITCH-

Kat: you know I’m sexy UGH don’t call just text me

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Elizabeth: *paragraph long rant about annoying kid at school and why they don’t wanna be friends anymore but aren’t sure*

Anna: also an erection is when your d#ck gets hard

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H#nry: YOUR CHEATING ON ME. ?!?!?!?

Kat: Girl you added me to a group chat with all of your wives :|

(This one was not edited btw 🤭)

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Anne: I love my family and all but one time I said I hate Sheldon from Young Sheldon and they asked why.

Jane: haha. Wait why?

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Elizabeth: ugh fuck

Anne: THAT IS A BAD FUCKING WORD AND I WILL NOT FUCKING TOLERATE YOU SAYING THAT SHIT

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Anne: how was school today?

Kat: I told someone to shut the fuck up today so I’m very proud of myself because that took some confidence

Anne: good for you :D

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Anna: *in gc* my gramma doesn’t know how to text very well… (very misspelled weird autocorrect one thing said I will bite you for some reason ??)

Jane: oh god, I hope she doesn’t bite you ???

Anne: I hope she does.

Lina: what is wrong with you now I have a mental image of Anna’s gramma biting her arm

Anne: omg Jeffery Dahmar core 😝

Jane: okay that’s a bit much….

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Lina: Jesus is actually so hot…

Kat: Nooo Mr.Beast is my POOKIE

Anna: you know who’s hot… *image of Nick Avacado*

Anne: no, the hottest is Freddy Fazbear, if I was crying child I would have kissed Freddy IMMEDIATELY!!!!

Kathy: what about golden Freddy?

Anne: mwah mwah mwah

Kat: what about spring trap?

Anne: I want his trap

everyone: WHATTTT

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Anne: what if I drove the hours to your country and pulled up outside you house(castle?) and walked in and said “it’s so preppy in here” what would you do then?

Lina: …..where do you even come up with this stuff?

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Kat: *while Anna is sleeping* RAPUNZEL RAPUNZEL ,ET DOWN YOUR LONG EYEBROWS……OH WAIT….YOU DONT HAVE ANY

Anna: …….why is there someone outside my window

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Jane: why are you the way that you are?

Anne: because I drank the among us potion at exactly 3 am, I got it from the dark web, and supposedly when I drink the among us potion at 3 am I turn into the imposter from among us

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Mary: *post the among us potion video with the title “go hang out with your younger sibling: the younger sibling:*

Jane: *replying to story* Oh no! What happens when you drink the potion?

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*the queens in the car*

Lina: hey siri Text Jane that’s good to hear COMMA hope you are doing well PERIOD

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Kat: who would you say is the bullied one out of this group???

Mary: you.

Kat: haha 🙂 fair 🙂

(also the queens all know fnaf lore now bc I said so it doesn’t fit them I just need them too)

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lingering-42-long · 1 year

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I’ll be home for Christmas

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x reader

Warnings: sfw, a little angst, maybe make a pt 2, might be ooc, crazy Scottish Gaelic thrown in there, misspellings are dialect.

My first SOAP opera. Lol puns aside I was in a Christmas mood, listening to Christmas music, at night, and feeling a little moody. I wanted to give this “Christmas” themed short a try. Let me know if I should do a Pt 2 on this. ALSO Gaelic in there, I tried to be as accurate as I could don’t kill me plz 😓.

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

#john soap mactavish #x reader #soap x reader

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orangesaek · 1 year

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hehe hi, riding jaehyun smut? 🫠🫠

pairings: idol!jaehyun x you

genre: smut, r18

warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, lingerie fetish, stockings fetish, rough sex, slight dacryphilia, nipple play... i'm just gonna edit this if i find more

a/n: again, slightly proofread 🥲 my brain's not working 100% rn, but i still want to post something lmao anw, i'm gonna go over this soon and edit any misspelling or grammatical error 💚

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Jaehyun moaned lowly in pleasure (which was also mixed with a little bit of confusion) as his cock was getting sucked at a painstakingly slow pace by a warm mouth.

He groggily opened his eyes and lifted the covers to check who was "disturbing" his sleep, only to meet your all-too-familiar playful pair of eyes. Jaehyun bit his lips and chuckled sleepily.

"Fuck, baby... just like that..." he said softly before fully lifting the covers off and throwing it to the side, closing his eyes as he felt his cock get harder by the second.

Jaehyun had just gotten back a few hours ago after being away on tour for a couple of months, and have decided to immediately go to your apartment and sleep there instead of going back to the dorms with the other guys.

Although he was a bit sad to not see you in the apartment to welcome him (because you were already at work when he arrived), he still couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of finally getting to hold you in his arms.

And of course, to touch you in all the right places.

You knew Jaehyun was arriving today, but wasn't expecting him to be at your place at all. The only text message he sent you as soon as he landed was just a, "I'm back :)".

So when you opened the door to your apartment and saw a familiar pair of shoes, you smiled widely in excitement. You rushed to your bedroom and found a peacefully sleeping Jaehyun on your bed... and that's how you ended up carefully crawling under the covers.

Jaehyun grabbed onto your hair and was just about to push his cock deeper into your mouth when you suddenly stopped sucking it, leaving him utterly confused.

You looked straight into his eyes with a playful smile, his hard cock still in wrapped around your hand.

"Welcome home, babe." you said, now smiling widely at him.

Jaehyun chuckled lightly before ushering for you to crawl up to him for a kiss, in which you happily obliged.

"I missed you." he said as he gently placed a hand on your cheeks, softly running this thumb on your lips.

"Me, too... but are you sure you missed me?" you asked teasingly. Jaehyun smiled and bit his bottom lip seductively. His eyes trailed down to your skirt.

"Yeah..." he said, pausing for a second. "Actually, you and your little friend down there..."

It was now your turn to bite your lips in anticipation. You were still in your work clothes: a simple white blouse, mini red pencil skirt, and black stockings.

Without wasting another second, you sat up and started unbuttoning your blouse, making sure to do it as seductively as you could.

Jaehyun licked his lips, staring at your exposed skin intently. He lifted your skirt to reveal your lacey thong that was appearing subtly under the black stockings. He chuckled lightly.

"Did you know I was coming over?" he asked, a brow raised slight suspicion with a teasing smile.

Jaehyun was that type of boyfriend who loved seeing you in sexy lingerie.

You wore lingerie for the first time in your life as a surprise for him on Valentine's day, which was also his birthday and your 100th day as a couple. You found out later that night that he loved it so much to the point that you suspected him to have a fetish for it.

And you were right, he does have a fetish for lingeries. Lacey ones to be more specific.

And that's how you ended up investing in really good sets of lingerie, and always wore it whenever you knew you were going to meet him or when you knew he was gonna come over.

But today was quite an exemption. Although you really had no idea if he was gonna head straight to your apartment, you still wore it just in case he did. Better prepared, you thought.

You shook your head no as you leaned down to kiss him on his neck. Jaehyun moaned.

"Not at all... " you whispered as you started lightly biting his neck, pink marks starting to appear on his porcelain skin.

Jaehyun just hummed in response as his hands roamed all over your body before settling on your ass and groping it hard, making you moan in his ears.

"Naughty girl..." he whispered seductively.

Jaehyun turned his face to the side to catch your lips, kissing you so hungrily. He pinched on to the rear part of your stockings and ripped it.

He broke away from the kiss and glanced down to your exposed thong. Jaehyun smirked in satisfaction.

You looked down at him, eyes twinkling in amusement. It wasn't the first time he had ruined your stockings though. Aside from lingeries, he had a thing for stockings.

On days he felt a little extra playful, he would ask you to wear nothing else but your stockings at home, ripping the sheer material and fucking you with it.

He has ruined so many of your stockings to the point that you have decided to stock up on them. However, you didn't mind it one bit, as it was a sign that he was seriously about to fuck your brains out.

Jaehyun bit his lip as he lightly squeezed on your thighs before moving his hands up to your back, easily unclasping your bra with one hand.

You locked eyes with Jaehyun as you removed your bra with an amused smile on your face. He was staring at your exposed breasts unashamedly.

"Come here." he said. Or rather, commanded, to which you happily obliged. You moved up a little and leaned down just enough for Jaehyun to come face to face with your breasts.

You closed your eyes and moaned as Jaehyun brought his mouth to your nipple, flicking and sucking on it. He knew how sensitive your nipples were. Even just a playful pinch on them would make you horny in a snap.

You reached down to his cock and started pumping it slowly, earning a low grunt from Jaehyun.

"Jae... Jaehyun..." you called in between breaths. There was no need for you to say anything else. Jaehyun knew what you needed.

His two hands were now busy. One hand was busy massaging and pinching your left breast, and the other was now on your pussy. Jaehyun moved your drenched thong to the side with ease.

"Someone's dripping, I see." he teased, as he grabbed onto his cock and ran it up and down your wet folds slowly, lightly hitting your throbbing clit in the process.

You couldn't help but glare at him for teasing you while you were feeling really impatient down there.

Jaehyun smirked as he locked eyes with you, pushing his hard cock in you without a warning. You yelped in pain as he watched your reaction. As painful as it was, there was just something satisfying about seeing your face wince in pain whenever he did that.

"BABE WHAT THE FUCK?!" you hissed, eyes welling up in tears as you tried to adjust to Jaehyun's size. And it didn't help that he was bigger than the average.

Jaehyun could only grunt in response. You were tight as fuck, but it was also one of the many things he liked about your body. The tightness around his cock, and hearing you cry in pain as he fucks you hard just felt so good for him.

Without saying another word, Jaehyun moved his hips slowly.

"Babe, wait—shit!" you cursed as you felt another round of pain shoot through your body, making you grab onto the sides of his pillow and closed your eyes tightly. You wanted to ask Jaehyun to stop but he cut you off by thrusting so suddenly instead.

"Princess," Jaehyun said as he held onto your hips firmly. "You just feel so good right now."

You didn't say anything else, and Jaehyun took it as a sign to continue and gradually increase his pace. He stopped moving his hips as soon as he finally heard you moan in pleasure, watching you ride his hard cock in your own pace.

"That's it, baby. Good girl." he growled. Jaehyun looked up to see your face covered in pleasure before his eyes trailed down to your pussy, feeling proud of you for taking every inch of him so well.

You moaned louder when Jaehyun suddenly started rubbing on your clit.

"Cum on my cock, princess." he said through his teeth, grunting and moaning with you. Jaehyun rubbed your clit more aggressively, wanting to make you cum fast.

You could feel your legs grow tired, and before you could even slow down, Jaehyun pulled you down to him as he locked you in place in his arms, and thrusted in & out of you so fast, it left your mouth hanging open.

"Jae—" you tried to say, but the pleasure was just too much. His cock always hits your spot perfectly.

Jaehyun had no problem making you cum fast, but he knew one thing to make you cum even faster. And he did just that.

As he was trying to keep the momentum, Jaehyun took one of your breasts in his mouth and nibbled on your nipple.

"F-fuck—YES!" you moaned so loudly.

Jaehyun didn't say anything and just focused on making you feel good. He let out a grunt as he felt your walls tighten around his cock.

"Jae... baby—" you panted. "I'm gonna—"

Your knuckles were turning white as you tightened your grip on the pillow, moaning loudly with your mouth hanging open, and Jaehyun already knew what to do next.

With one hand, he grabbed your ass and spanked it as he nibbled on your nipple harder, making your eyes roll at the back of your head.

The sensation drove you on the edge, you found it hard to speak. And Jaehyun was actually alright with it. All that mattered to him was your satisfaction.

And before you knew it, you let out a long moan, signalling the end of your high. Jaehyun slowed down before coming to a full stop, both of you gasping for air.

You let your body collapse next to Jaehyun before turning your head to the side to face him. He was already looking at you, dimples on full display.

You reached out your hand to touch his face, caressing his soft skin. He grabbed your hand gently and kissed the tip of your fingers as he looked lovingly into your eyes.

"You know how much I love you, right?" he asked, but it sounded more like a rhetorical question. Nevertheless, you nodded your head in response.

Jaehyun smiled sweetly once more before leaning in for a tender kiss. You were just about to tell him 'I love you' when he suddenly hovered over you, catching you in surprise.

"What is it?" you asked, puzzled. Jaehyun leaned down to your ear.

"And you know we're just about to get started, right?" he whispered before nibbling on your ear. You could feel him smirking.

"Get ready 'cause I'm gonna fill you up real good tonight, princess... all three holes." he winked with a naughty gleam in his eyes.

- end

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flowerismi · 1 year

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Peaches

Lol wrote some SasuHina Smut cuz it's Christmas and we all need some good Smut. Despite the setting being summer... Oh well. I wrote it in one go, I haven't checked for misspelling or stuff like that. Be free to let me know. Enjoy hihi

So sweet. So juicy. The liquid was running down her chin, from the peach she had just bit into. Her focus was on the TV. Her favorite show was on. She had slept in. Wasting away the day. She lied on her stomach. Resting on her arms. Eating peaches in bed. Not worried about spilling on the sheets or her tight sitting crop top with those small strings over her shoulders. Her breasts hardly staying inside the top. Her panties hardly visible either. As her ass cheeks hid away the string that was lying between each cheek. Her long dark hair was messy. She heard knocking on the door, followed by the door opening.

"Come in"

Hinata yelled without removing her gaze from the TV. Her eyes glued to it. She took another bite of the peach. As a man came into view in her doorframe. The juice again running down her chin. Dripping down on her breasts and the sheets. He watched as her skin look sticky from the juice. Just then she licked her finger. And he couldn't help but watch. She hadn't looked at him at all. Only the TV.

"... What are you doing? Why didn't you lock your door?"

He said aggravated.

"And get dressed! I could have been anyone you know?"

He continued.

"It's fine, I knew you were coming Sasuke-kun"

Hinata replied indifferent, which made Sasuke slightly provoked. But he ignored it anyway.

"... Have you just been inside all day watching TV?"

He asked judgmental. She still was only looking at the TV. Not even a gaze or side eye at him. Hinata shrugged her shoulders.

"It's my day off isn't it, I can spent it however I want..."

She said, while continuing eating her peach. Sasuke didn't say anything for a moment. But instead let his eyes gaze over her almost naked body. Her loin was visible. Her soft pale skin. Her buttocks, thighs. And her calf dangling in the air, resting on her knees. Why was she always this casual with him? He kept wondering while feeling agitated because of it. Wasn't he a man. And she a woman? She was so shy and nervous around basically everyone else. Also other women. She would never dress in crop top or bikini around others. But with him, she never seemed to mind. Was it because they grew up together. Had been friends since they were in diapers. Seen each other naked as kids.

"Mhmf, whatever..."

Sasuke replied to her comment. Turning away from her. He might as well not be there. She didn't pay attention to him at all. Only her TV show.

Sasuke sat down on the bed beside her. Despite her lying in the middle of the huge bed. Her calfs and feet flying in the air.

"Want a peach?"

Hinata asked. Sasuke looked down on the plate of peaches beside her. He could see the juice yet again running down her chin. She licked her lips, and then her fingers again.

He closed his eyes and let out a silent groan in pain. He felt his pants tighten around his crotch as he watched her.

"Ouch..."

Hinata said, as she tried to crack her neck.

"Your neck hurt?"

Sasuke asked, watching Hinata hurting.

"Yeah... And my shoulders..."

Hinata answered. Sasuke sighed and moved closer to her head.

"Maybe you shouldn't lie like this while watching TV..."

He said taunting, while moving his hands to her shoulders.

"Yeah yeah I know..."

Hinata replied grouchy, knowing Sasuke was right. She enjoyed as his warm big hands slowly massaged her stiff shoulders. Moving slightly up her neck. And then down to her shoulderplates down her back. And then up to her neck and shoulders again. It felt so good. She started letting out heavy breaths as he moved.

"Don't do it... you idiot..."

Hinata said to the TV, between her heavy breaths.

"What the hell is it you're watching anyway?"

Sasuke asked. Moving his hands harder on her.

"It's just a drama series... It's a new season..."

Hinata replied.

"It feels really good... Please don't stop... "

Hinata then said to Sasuke, she smiled slightly. But still only focusing on the TV. Sasuke didn't reply to her remark. But continued his massage. He looked at the TV. A woman was standing close to tall man. And soon they began making out.

Sasuke could feel how his body was screaming out in frustration. The man on the TV grabbed the woman's ass. And the already hot summer turned 500 degrees hotter in Hinata's bedroom. They both tensed up slightly without the other noticing.

Sasuke gulped, and as he came down to her shoulderplates and back. He started moving further down instead of going back up. He reached her loin. Letting his hands run down on each side of her loin. Her soft warm skin felt amazing. He felt her body react to his hands. But she seemed to relax at his touch. He moved back up to her loin. Letting his thumbs run down her backbone, along with his hands. He heard her gulped, and her heavy breathing continued while she watched the TV show. The two people in the show were beginning to undress each other. And Sasuke moved has hands further down. Reaching her buttocks. He stopped for a second. But didn't allow himself to think about it. Knowing he would pull away from her if he really thought about it. Instead he moved his hands down. Grabbing each cheek in each hand. There was plenty of cheek to grab, and he could never in a million years be able to hold all of her ass in his hands.

Her skin felt amazing. Soft and smooth. He started moving his hands around her ass. Grabbing it tightly and letting go, only to grab her even tighter again. To his surprise, she hadn't said anything. But he could see how she was still glued to the TV. Watching the two people on the screen have sex. How they devoured each other.

He noticed she took a new peach, having finished the first one. And she bit down on it. Licking it slightly. Sasuke blushed heavily, as he felt his blood gushing over inside of him. Hinata put her legs down, so they were lying so calmly on the bed. Almost inviting him to continue. And he did. He ran his hands up her thighs. Squeezing her tight. Up to her ass again. Drawing circles on her cheeks with his thumbs. Seeing how her skin turned slightly red from where he had squeezed and touched her. And he continued his rough movements. As the sex scene on the screen finished, and turned into some ridiculous drama between multiple characters.

But in this room it just felt so good. His hands on her. Sasuke smirked to himself. He wanted to tease her. That's what happens when you ignore him, and let him play around. He stopped for a second. And he noticed Hinata looked somewhat disappointed, while she still had her eyes glued to the screen. But then he leaned down, and licked her thigh. Kissing it softly in between. All the way up to her ass. He continued with his tongue up her ass cheek. He heard her heavy breathing out her open mouth. But then Hinata gasped out in pain, as Sasuke grabbed the string of her panties. Pulling slow but hard upwards. But not even that made her look at him. It pissed him off that she wouldn't look at him.

He moved the string slowly from left to right, watching her hips and ass move with him. Trying to ease the pain. She bit her lip. Holding back her moans. And Sasuke started wondering how far he could go. Before she would look at him, and make him stop. He smiled to himself again. Letting go of the string, and it slapped her hard as it hit her buttock. And he could see she was holding back the pain again.

Sasuke crawled up on her. Sitting on her thighs. Being able to enjoy her ass with his hands. He continued to grab her cheeks, playing with her panties. And he could feel her moving slighty upwards to his touches. Making him even harder, knowing she wanted and enjoyed him playing with her. He smiled sadisticly to himself.

A loud club scene was playing on the TV. Making it hard for them to hear each other's heavy breathing and quiet moans that they were both trying to hold back. With one hand Sasuke let his fingers run up her loin and back. And then down to her ass creek where her panties were. Back and forth. With his other hand he opened his pants. Without Hinata being able to hear it over the loud music from the TV. He pulled them down slightly, as well as his underwear. Then grabbed his member with his free hand. Letting his hand slowly run up and down it.

Hinata felt his fingers playing with her panties. Before they disappeared. She wondered what he was doing. As neither of his hands were on her back or body. But then she felt how he rested one of his hands on the bed beside her. Just as a strange hard but also soft skin element landed between her ass cheeks.

Sasuke let his tip reach her first. Slowly guiding the tip of his member up between her ass cheeks. He felt her body tense slighty. He then let all of his member run in between those thick cheeks of her. He could feel the string of her panties to his cock. He reached for her panties with his hand, that had previously been on the bed. Pulling the string to the side. Only feeling his cock between her cheeks.

The loud scene stopped. And the two people were sitting quietly together on the screen. Finally the sounds of their breathing and movement could be heard. It surprised both of them. How loud they actually were once the room was basically quiet. Sasuke was moaning between his breathing. Groaning out loud, as his member hurt so bad. Hinata gasping in between breaths, as his movements startled her. How he felt agasint her skin. So close to her crotch. But she pulled herself together and stopped her gasping as soon as she heard it out loud. She didn't want him to know. And she knew him. If Sasuke heard her make noises it would only feed his ego. She didn't want to give that satisfaction. At least not yet.

Sasuke moved his member faster, as his hands held tightly to her ass cheek. He had at one point felt her asshole with his tip. And just the thought of it intrigued him more than he had wished for. In the inthrilling sensation of pleasure, he accidentally forgot to control himself. And his member slipped down between her legs instead. Sliding against her wet crotch. They both froze up and widened their eyes. Sasuke had unfortunately stopped right there between her legs. He could feel the pulsing from her vulva. The lips of her entrance on each side of his long thick cock. Sasuke was sure Hinata would have turned around and slapped him. She had never hesitated to tell him off, or push him away. And maybe Hinata was also surprised by the fact that she did not make him stop. But she didn't make him stop. She simply lied there. Feeling him.

"What are you waiting for?..."

The woman on the TV said, and they both looked at the woman on the screen. The man in the screen looked hesitant. Sasuke looked provoked. He wasn't in doubt. He wasn't afraid or hesitant. He slowly started letting his member continue sliding against her wet vulva. And he felt how his cock was smeared in her secretion. It felt amazing. She was so warm in there. And so much more wet than he had imagined. He continued sliding back and forth between her. Moving from her ass cheeks down to her vulva, and back up between her ass cheeks. At one point he reached down and grabbed her hips. As he got irritated at how much she moved underneath him. How could she not look at him yet. Was he just going to keep going? Keep pushing both their boundaries. He then began to feel how Hinata lifted herself up against his member as he moved. Her ass and croth moving to his rhythm. She tried very eagerly to get him to pleasure her more. He could feel how she wanted him to have his cock stimulate her clit. But he wouldn't let her.

Sasuke let go of her hip with one of his hands. Holding on to it with the other. He let his now free hand run against her skin And as she tried to lift herself up against him. He sneaked his hand down under her. Grabbing her crotch. Hinata gasped out loud, she grabbed her mouth in shock. Underneath her she could feel how Sasuke began stimulating her clit with his fingers. While his member was still sliding back and forth the lips of her vulva. Hinata was groaning hard. He was so mean to tease her like this. Stimulating her while still not letting her reach her peak.

Sasuke wouldn't let her come. He wanted them to come together. And he wanted all of his cum to squirt all over her. He grabbed her hips so hard he could hear Hinata scream out in pain. He pressed his cock hard but slowly against her vulva. Not being able to penetrate her as his cock was facing her entrance sideways while sling against it. His moaning was loud and heavy. And he knew Hinata couldn't hold on much longer. He pulled back his member to her ass. Sliding it faster and faster between her asscheeks. Stimulating her clit. Until they both reached their orgasm as their bodies gave in and filled with an overwhelming wave of pain and pleasure. Hinata could feel as Sasuke cum landed on her back. It felt thick and warm. He landed down on his back beside her on the bed. His eyes were closed, he seemed to still be enjoying the wave of pleasure. Hinata had also closed her eyes, and was lying same as before. But with her face sideways to him. She heard as the end credit of the episode started playing.

She opened her eyes slowly, only to be facing a very handsome man in front of her. He was looking seductively down at her. Holding his head up with his arm, resting it on the bed. He wasn't smiling. Some might even say he seemed bored. But Hinata knew those eyes. That look.

"Better look at me next time I come to visit you instead of ignoring me... " Hinata was sure he was thinking at that moment. She gulped.

He got up from the bed. Closing his pants. Before making his way for the door.

"Wait!..."

Hinata called out to him, as she sat up on the bed and looked at him. He stopped in the doorframe not looking at her. Hinata hadn't really thought what she was going to say.

"I uhm..."

She looked around the room.

"Would you like some peaches? Uhm... They're from Tenten's garden..."

Hinata said, blushing. She lifted the plate of peaches to him. Hoping he would stay. To her surprise Sasuke looked at her and turned around. Walking towards her again. Stopping right in front of her before leaning down to her face. Holding her chin with his hand.

"I already had plenty of peaches today... And I prefer them to those on your plate..."

He said, smirking so taunting to her. Before pulling closer to her. Slowy letting his tongue out, licking her chin to her lips. Ending it in a deep kiss.

He pull away from her before finishing the kiss. And he knew she wanted more. He could see it in her eyes. How she tighten her hands around her chest. And he left her sitting there half naked in her room. Her back covered with his sperm. And he couldn't wait until the next time she chose to ignore him again.

The End,

Maybe?...

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Hey bestie, I had a pretty shit day and wanted to request some fluff with Gavi comforting you when you get a grade you’re not satisfied with even tho you studied hard.(so you come home crying) I can’t take shit like this well so I need some type of comfort scenario. Thank you💗

Ay, hun😣 I'm not really good with comfort words but if you ever need to rant, I'm here🌻 and those stuff happen, if you got a bad grade let me remind you it is just one and that doesn't define how intelligent you are and you are allowed to feel disappointed because of it, but you'll have more and more exams, essays and everything else to smash it. If you had a bad day in general, let me just tell you that you can cry and feel sad about it today but have present each day passing will get better and better, you may have downs but you will also have ups!💖

I truly hope you like this (Let me know what you think) and hopefully this brings your mood up a bit, sorry if there's any kind of mistakes or misspelled words🥴

Don't Worry, I've Got You -P.G

Summary: Whenever you're sad or having a shit day, your boyfriend is always there to help you

Your day was going the best as it could ever be, you had a lovely morning with your boyfriend, both of you laying in between the sheets, lazy, sharing the love you have for each other; he had a day off but you didn't.

With all the heaviness in the world you left your boyfriend at home meanwhile you were on your way to go to Uni, the first two hours were good until you were headed towards Digital Circuits, all of your mates and you had been axious because of the past exam you made, no one was confident at all but you.

You have studied for that exam (seeing as it was a 35% of your final note) four days before the exam, you knew the entire unit up and down, the beggining to the end and viceversa. You were feeling nervous and axious for your grade, you wanted to see all the work you putted into it, got its reward.

"Y/L/N" Your professor called as you headed up to grab your exam "I don't know what happened to you, it's a shame, hopefully next one will be better" He said softly giving you a pity look, you grabbed your exam, stomach in a knot and softly looked down to see the big 16% all over it.

You slowly passed towards your seat, your group of friends slowly reassuring everything would be fine and that it was only one exam. You shook your head softly.

"C'mon, Y/N/N. You're one of the first five best in the whole curse. One exam doesn't-"

"I know it doesn't" You cut your friend off harshly "I wanted it tho"

And with that you didn't spoke another word until the professor let you guys leave.

You still had two classes left but you didn't want to see a single one of them. your mood ruined.

You managed to not let a single tear out when you were driving, once you pulled into the driveway of your shared apartment with Pablo, your eyes couldn't hold it any longer and you started to cry

With the need of being in bed, mostly in Pablo's arms, watching a movie and just letting everything out, you entered the apartment as quickly as you could

"¿Preciosa?" You heard his voice but you brushed past him going straight to your shared bedroom "¡Hey!"

You took off your pants, your hoodie, t-shirt being left in underwear you got into the covers and pulled them over your head, soon you felt the bed dip and the covers being pulled.

Next thing you know, strong arms are wrapped around your frame as you let it all out

"Sh" Pablo softly shushed your cries, kissing your neck, you felt your pillow being pull over and soon you saw Pablo's face underneath it as well "Hey" He said whispering

"Hey" You managed to say it back

"What's up? Why are you crying?" You shook your head making his eyebrows go up in a cute way "Please, don't say it's nothing" He whispered as his hold on your waist tightened, one of your hands went to his cheek

"Don't worry about it"

"Yeah, no" He shook his head "We're a team. I tell you my problems and you tell me yours, that's how this works" You wanted to smile at his words but were too busy thinking of your failure to care about anything else "I can't pretend it doesn't worry me when you left Uni like two hours and half earlier, came home straight away undressing yourself and crying into your pillow" You sighed as he moved one hand from your waist to dry your tears "Who's ass I need to kick?"

"Mine" You mumbled

"What?"

"I failed, Pablito" You shook your head "I estudied hard, I learned everything, I was confident about that exam, I spend four days getting all the words, equations, calculations, punts... Everything" You broke down again "And all I could get was a fucking 16%" His eyebrows softened knowing already what the problem was

"Mi niña"

"I couldn't get it right" You cried into him "He even said that he was surprised to see that kind of thing from me! I don't know what happened to me, I'm a failure!"

"Hey, no, no" Pablo quickly shook his head and got you out of your little shelter, you groaned wanting to go back at it but Pablo didn't let you "I'm sorry but no" He said seriously "You're not a failure" He shook his head "You're human and it's okay to make mistakes sometimes... Yes, you worked hard on it... But maybe that's the grade what you had to get" You groaned "Babe, don't stress too much about this. I know you like to get good grades but these stuffs always happen. This is a push for you to do better next time" You nod lightly "I know you'll do better and better each time passing, because you are you... And you're a wonderful girl who always sees the bright side and takes all that negativity and constructive criticism to be better"

"The fact that the guys who didn't study actually got 32%, 34% makes me even angrier" Pablo hummed

"Even I would be" He agreeded "But like I said, don't stress too much about it, baby. You'll get forehead lines and I'm the only allowed to have those in this relationship" You laughed a little "Yes, that's the smile I was waiting to see"

"Come here" You whispered grabbing his neck and pulling him into you so you could kiss him "I love you" He smiled

"I love you more, mi niña" He kissed you once more "Now... How about we get into the shower? Get the rid of all Uni germs? And refresh?"

"You trying to softly tell me that I stink or that I look ugly?"

"Well your face...Neh" He made a face moving his head from side to side "And about the stinky thing... Let's see" He grabbed your arm pulling it up and buried himself into your armpit. You jolted in surprise pulling him away

"Pablo Martín Páez!"

"That's me" He smiled "It isn't that bad, it's starting to get a little stinky not that much but still" You gasped once more in surprise and flicked him

"Bastard"

He smiled suddenly getting on top of you, he grabbed your face and pressed your cheeks together a bit kissing your lips repeatedly "Your face is the prettiest face I've ever seen, you're absolutely gorgeous inside and out. And even if you smell bad, which you never do by the way, I would love it because I'm head over heels for you" You smiled hugging him "I just want to take the stress away with a little bath, make you some lunch, watch some movies and treat you like the princess you are"

"You can't cook to save your life"

"But I have your mom and my mom to help me out. I also have their numbers, good wifi and Facetime" He smiled as you giggled

"Will you join me in the bath?"

"You want me to?" You nod "Then I'll be there" He got up as you groaned "I'll be back, I swear, let me make run the bath"

"Less than five minutes I want you back here" He did a militar greeting and went to the bath.

And just like he said he didn't took more than a few minutes to be back, this time shirtless, only with his Barcelona shorts and his phone on his hands

"I just talked with our moms, they'll call me in thirty minutes exact, the water's warm and I pulled your favorite scent in it so you can fully relax" He said going into his part of the closet to pull one of his joggers out and one of of his hoodies that now was yours "I'm taking this to the dryer so when you come out they'll also be warm. I'll set your favorite movies and I'll make you some lunch" He got closer to you kissing your lips "How does that sound?" You smiled kissing him

That was the answer he needed to confirm you were agree.

He lifted you up and took you to the bathroom were both of you undressed and got inside, just with feeling the warm water hit your body you could feel the stress pass, the fact your boyfriend's hands were also doing a wonderful job on your neck, arms, back, middle, thighs and come back up was also very relaxing. After a long while on the bath, you guys goofying around, making the other laugh, gossip around about the juicy's stories of your friends, you learned at Uni and stuffs made you forget what were you crying about.

When the water got cold, you got out, Pablo helping you dress in his clothes, he also helped you untangle your hair, dried it and put it in a messy bun.

You both came into the kitchen and your mom called your boyfriend

"¡Hijo! ¿Una sorpresa para Y/N?" (Babyboy! A surprise for Y/N), you watched how Pablo shook his head

"Bad day and I'm cheering her up" He kissed your cheek as your cheeks turned crisom

"Hi mommy" You said softly smiling at her

"¡Ay mi niña preciosa!" (Ow, my beautiful baby girl!) "Don't you worry, momma's here to teach your boyfriend how to do her pasticho at perfection!" You smiled nodding "Gavi, get four-five eggplants, garlic, ground meat, seasonings, ketchup, cheese and bacon. We'll do this right"

His mom also called him to do the dessert. You loved Belén's Torta Inglesa de Carmona, filled with chocolate. You spent laughing thanks to Belén's and your mom's jokes about how you wanted to help him but he didn't let you.

After bidding goodbye to the two woman, you were left to eat and see the movies

"Amor" You said surprised letting go of the spoonful full of pasticho that was going halfway into your mouth, watching him settle in the couch and waiting for you to sit net to him

"What?"

"Are you really going to watch with me the Tinkerbell movie series?" He nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Of course" He patted the space next to you "C'mere, I don't like Vidia that much in the first two movies but she's managing her way to my liking after helping Tinkerbell and let herself be helped in the third one" He says munching a piece of his pasticho portion "Silvermist tho, I've always loved her, she's so cool, never liked the way Rosetta talks-"

"I love you" You cut him off "Thank you for always being there for me" He smiles shaking his head, you smiled and took a seat next to your boyfriend,

"No need to thank me, mi niña. I'm always going to be here for you, I never want to see you sad" He kisses your cheek leaving this one with a sauce stain as you laughed "Te quiero"

Bad days, bad grades, bad moments could come and go every single time and you'll face them because you know that if you have your boyfriend, Pablo, by your side, you'll never be alone, you'll always have someone that makes you feel stronger and you'll have someone to make you see the bright side of all of the things.

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