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markster666 · 3 months

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Hey! I noticed you write smut for everyones favorite deer man. Episode 5 was getting to me with those tentacles! i was wondering if you could write something to do with that when you get the chance? 👀

Yes I do! Your wish is my command. <33

ALASTOR X READER (SMUT/18+) - TENTACLES

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Smut, 18+, Double Penetration, Tentacles, Porn without much plot, Daddy Kink, Master Kink, Pet Kink, Sensory Deprivation, CNC, and other stuff lol

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 863

A/N: Thank you so much to @thatdeadstoat for taking the time and effort to put in this prompt request. I'm so happy with all the Alastor lore and screen time lol. Unedited, so apologies for spelling mistakes. Requests are open.

You heard Alastor's microphone cane tapping the ground as he walked down the hallway to your room. You couldn't even see his face but you could FEEL the seething energy rising from him. He didn't even knock as he busted open your door, slamming it roughly behind him and leaning against it.

"I don't know WHY Charlie thought it was a brilliant idea to bring that low life to this hotel. I despise him with a furious passion."

You shrugged very slightly and sat up in your bed, pausing the tv show you were watching.

"It's her father, Alastor. They're blood. At least he's trying."

Alastors ears furrow back as he squints at you.

"I can't believe you're justifying him, my Dear! I taught you so much better than that."

You bit your lip.

"I was just trying to state my opinion-"

You cut yourself off as he purposely made a threatening walk towards you, his eyes filled with a cannibalistic nature.

"Your opinion doesn't matter in this bedroom, my Dear, I'm CERTAIN i've made that clear, no? Do you need a reminder?"

Before you could open your mouth to speak, his tentacles appeared out of thin air, one of them wrapping around your mouth like a gag and the others pinning you to the bed on your stomach, wrapped around your body like a bunch of rope to keep your arms locked to your side. Alastor got on top of you, straddling the small of your back and wrapping a hand around your throat, squeezing gently on the sides. He pulled your hair aggressively up and got close to your ear,

"Not like you had much of a choice anyways, little one. If you're a good pet, I might let you feel some of your own pleasure, but for now, let your Master let off some steam, hm?"

The tentacle around your mouth tightened as you desperately nodded, trying to murmur something to him but instead it comes out as groans.

"What was that, my Dear? I can't hear you."

He was obviously mocking you. His grin grew wider.

"Since you can't keep your opinionated mouth shut, that restraint is not going anywhere. If I hear you try to speak, I will not give you relief. Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded, feeling your core heat up and the wetness starting to spill down your legs.

"Good."

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before slamming your face into the pillow, ripping down your pants and feeling your pussy through your panties.

"Oh my! I haven't even DONE anything yet, Princess! Maybe you really DO need this!"

He moved your panties to the side and inserted a two fingers into your cunt, not giving you much time to adjust before pumping them out as fast as he could. You instinctively arched your back before moaning out in overstimulation as he pushed your face harder into the pillow, his hand entangled in your hair.

He kept going for a good bit before stopping, slapping your ass once before letting go of your hair. You were panting and whimpering and felt your juices dripping down your thighs onto the bed.

You felt humilated and he felt like a god.

Before you could catch your breath, you instantly felt Alastor press into your pussy all the way to the hilt, filling you up in just the perfect way. His ears furrowed back as he gripped your hips tighter.

"Goooood girl, you take me so well. Now, just be still and let Daddy breed you."

You were a moaning whimpering mess as he started fucking you into the mattress, his tentacles still wrapped around your body and your mouth. He had an animalistic rage inside of him making him grasp at every part of you, trying to fuck you as deep as he could.

And you loved every second of it.

He kept going for awhile before you felt something push against your asshole. You winced and then moaned in pure pleasure as one of his tentacles inserted itself into it, both holes now being used and filled up.

You bit against the tentacle keeping your mouth in place while you were being brutalized by the deer demon. You were moaning so loud you could probably guess everybody was hearing this.

It wasn't long until Alastor was close, his thrusts become more sloppy and his grip on your hips becoming tighter. You felt yourself getting close to.

"Cum for me."

You instantly came at the sound of his voice and he came too, pushing as deep as he could go. You two stayed in that position for awhile, catching your breathes before he took his tentacles out of you and from around you and himself out as well. You tried to stand up to use the restroom to empty his seed out but he stopped you,

"Ah ah, at least give it 10 minutes, Pet."

He gave you a small kiss on the forehead and dressed himself, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"Thanks Alastor... I guess I really did need that."

His grin grew as wide as it could.

"Good girl."

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A/N: Thank you so much for everybody who has read! Your support means the world to me. If you didn't know, I will be participating in Kinktober (except in February lol) with some pretty smutty prompts starting February 1st and going on all month, so if you like my writing and want some more Alastor x reader smuts, please consider following. Lots of love.

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plasticferal · 3 months

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hey queen! can you pls do an angst story with chris. where they get into an argument and chris said things he never meant. then he apologizes to her afterwards. ( basically angst to fluff)

damsel in distress | chris sturniolo.

i added my own twist to this ask. it's my favourite prompt so thank you! 18+ protective!ex-boyfriend chris x fem!reader. fighting, touches on themes of unwanted attention, mentions of alcohol, explicit language. reader discretion is advised. p.s inspired by the unreleased olivia rodrigo song 'prison for life'.

the house is filled with familiar faces and strangers. a small gathering turned into a full blown house party from the moment the word got out. where the sturniolo triplets are, a flock follows. you sigh, pushing and shoving your way through the unwanted crowd.

all you want is to make it into the kitchen, miraculously being the only place no one wants to linger. the last person you need to see right now is your ex lover. chris is standing ahead of you, leaning on the kitchen counter, alone in the room. you shut the doors behind you, needing to escape. even if it means with him.

“if you wanted to get me alone, you could have just asked." he speaks smug, before taking a sip from his red solo cup.

“i'm not in the mood,” you dismiss. you open the fridge, eyes scanning the shelves but nothing calling your name.

you know you're not actually looking for anything, you just don't want to look at him. the entire night has you shaking with anger. from the mess in your home, the lack of care everyone is taking, the noise complaint you know you'll be getting later, and worst of all, that one guy who won't leave you alone.

you've never seen him before tonight, you don't even know his name, but all he's done is make you uncomfortable. try to dance with you, try to give you drinks. he brushes your waist every time he walks past.

all of your friends have been encouraging you to go for it, to get over chris. and honestly, you consider it for a moment. just to finally move on, but you can't bring yourself to. at least not with some random creep.

the break up is still raw. he tells everyone it was 'mutual' but it was a part on your request. he'd never throw you under the bus like that. he knows why you made your decision, he's never questioned it.

chris feels like it's unrequited love. although, you haven't lost any love for him, no matter how much you try to push him away. he has every right to despise you, but he doesn't.

every time you close a chapter with him, you find yourself in a sequel. it's like you're re-reading different stories, but the ending stays the same. your heart wants him, your brain wants to hate him.

"what's wrong?" he asks, sensing you're genuine in your frustration.

"nothing." you refuse to let him know what's happing in your world, let alone your mind. you don't need to let in him anymore, even though you want to let it out. he's the one person who could just sit and listen to you for hours on end.

"alright, just askin" his words trail off into a hush. he switches the tone, not wanting the conversation to stop.

“your friends are nice” he speaks in a sickeningly sweet tone, because if anyone knows how to kick you while you're down, it's him.

"you would think that" you scoff, implying that you've seen them throw themselves at him all night. him pouring them drinks, smiling and frothing over the attention he's receiving.

"the fuck is that supposed to mean?" his temperamental side seeps out, and you grow only more irritated.

"chris, can you get out please?" you huff, hands crossing over your chest. an unintentional way to seperate yourself from him, a metaphorical wall being put up.

"such a party pooper. you really gotta let loose, relax a bit." his words come out a lot more nasty that you hope he meant them, and it makes your face hot.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and think he's speaking with resilience, at the fact you keep shutting him down.

"i wonder why we ever broke up." you reply sarcastically, a fake smile on your face. he rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink and letting out an audible "ah," like a child finishing a juice box.

"i haven't seen you all night, y/n" his voice softens, and it becomes clear he's speaking for the sake of talking to you. he always wants to talk to you.

looking at the counter quickly to place his cup down, he looks back at you, tilting his head to the side slightly. he's not being horrible to you, he never has been. he's still in your life whether you like it or not, despite your hostility.

"sorry. i'm just tired." you lie. he knows it.

"your poker face isn't very good. i learnt that the hard way," he bounces his eyebrows, biting the tip of his tongue, eyes a bit wider as he stares at the ground and you can tell he's having a flashback.

you chuckle at the reference. the one time he caught you faking an orgasm didn't end very well, and he's been able to catch you out ever since. he's never been afraid to pull you up on your own fibs.

"sorry, again." you hug your body tighter, avoiding his eyes. he pushes himself off the counter with a stretch like hum and walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"stop apologizing, you sound like matt," he rolls his eyes lightheartedly, and you let out a small laugh. that's always his intention, to make you smile.

"c'mon princess, let's get you a drink. seems like you need it." he nods toward to the door, rubbing your shoulder enthusiastically.

you let him try to fix your mood, because god knows you do actually need to stop stressing. you can't control what happens, just how you react. that's what chris always used to say when you were together.

feeling safe in his embrace, he security guard style moves you through the party. he hollers "excuse me!" and "coming through!" and everyone just listens, parting like the red sea. he's not the biggest guy in the room, but he sure is the most assertive. especially with you under his arm.

when you finally get to the drinks table, he makes you a vodka lemonade, saving the rest of the can for himself to finish off. it's not the most thrilling drink, but enough to keep you settled. ease the tension a bit. plus, it tastes good. no harm, no foul. as chris is mixing the liquids into cups, you feel an unwanted hand snake up around your hip.

"there you are. are you hiding from me?" your stomach drops at the voice of the mystery man towering over you, and you look ahead to watch chris's eyes snap up instantly.

chris lowers the cups, holding his eyes on the man behind you. you watch as he kinks his neck and his jaw tenses, taking a step closer. you shake your head at chris, holding a hand up subtly to tell him not to come any closer.

turning around, you stare up at the man. his breath reeks of liquor, and his shirt is drenched is sweat. it makes you sour your face and tense your entire body.

"i don't know what you want from me, but it's not gonna happen. i think you should leave." you speak sternly, trying not to let your voice shake with pure nerves. not even liquid confidence could help you right now.

"the party's just getting started," the man smiles, stumbling toward you in what you think is an attempt at a hug, but you begin pushing his body away from yours with a shove.

"dude, she doesn't want you. walk away." you hear chris's direct voice over your shoulder.

the last thing you want is negative attention on chris in a room full of people who would spread the news like wildfire. you never want that for him.

"it's okay, i got this." you dismiss chris in the nicest possible way, but you're being serious.

"come on, we'll have fun," the man hiccups through his words, mumbling them and tripping over toward you again.

"get the fuck away from her." chris's breath hits the back of your neck as he moves even closer to you.

"christopher, i'm serious. stop." you speak through grit teeth, so people can't read your lips, as he lingers next to you.

you try to be as inconspicuous as you can in your rejection to his advances, but he won't give up. the man appears more annoyed, and he grabs your wrist with a tight grip.

"let go of me." you grab the mans hand, trying to pry his grip without making it obvious.

you’re shaking at the thought of attention drawing. not for you, but for chris. eyes are already on you, being his ex. it's not what he ever wanted for you either. if he could make it all disappear, he would. it becomes more difficult when chris notices, and this time, has no intention of backing down.

"i'm not gonna repeat myself, back the fuck up." chris walks around your body, face to face with the guy who has a hold on you now.

"please, chris." you beg, voice quivering.

you know his temper can change in the blink of an eye. him and matt both have that in common.

"she doesn't need your help, pretty boy." the man splatters his words, a malicious smile on his face as he leans toward chris, almost nose to nose.

chris smiles criminally, flashing his teeth.

"you're right," chris puts his hands up in defence, a downward smile on his face as he chuckles darkly, taking a big step backward.

there's a feeling of relief, and intense fear as he actually does start to back away. but you know chris. unfortunately, it's unavoidable.

you try to catch his eyes, and speak through a begging stare without using words. he looks at you with sadness, and you mime the words, 'please don't'.

the moment the man tugs your wrist as if to leave with him, making you wince with the grip he holds. you regret your counteraction instantly, because chris reacts viscerally.

he flares his nostrils and squeezes his nails into his palm, balling up his hands by his hip. his knuckles are turning white.

before you can get pulled away, chris lunges forward with a tight fist, throwing a strong, perfectly aligned punch to the mans cheekbone. it throws the man to the ground in the blink of an eye, relieving the pressure on your skin. you stumble backwards, out of the line of fire.

chris steps heavily forward, shoving a foot into his ribcage before straddling his legs, completely overpowering him. the man projects forward to swing and hit chris's mouth. chris doesn't even flinch, like it was painless. you watch chris raise his arm up again to pummel down onto the now defenceless stranger.

the surrounding crowd gasps and yells, clearing the space that chris has created with his actions. iphone cameras flash, making you feel sick. the whispering and gossip you can already hear pounding in your head is overwhelming.

you feel so futile. chris is too in his own world to even realise the repercussions. you're not saying the guy didn't deserve it, you have no care in the world for him. you care about the aftermath.

in a fantasy world, a daydream, a fairytale even, this is attractive. a knight in shining armour, fighting for his lady. a world where there are no consequences, or social media, or fear. a reality chris has suddenly forgotten about.

he looks natural doing it, too. the veins in his arms so prominent, his tight mouth and huffed breaths as he gives it everything he's got.

you're frozen in shock, watching chris pelt another punch into the man, and you want to pull him off, you know you need to, but all your body can do is watch. watch the two men roughhousing and exchanging blows, chris taking every hit with pride.

you're numb to the feeling, screaming in your head.

appearing out of thin air, nick and matt are in your line of vision, hiding the chaos ahead of you. his brothers move into action before anyone else needs to.

they've obviously been summoned, but there's a part of you that believes they could just sense it. like they telepathically knew chris was getting himself into trouble by the lack of surprise they express.

nick grabs chris by the collar of his shirt, pulling him off. matt grabs his wrists, to stop him from using his fists. the fight comes undone, finally, but chris is disoriented. he spits onto the man as he's being escorted into the kitchen by his brothers.

your eyes burn with tears that refuse to fall, and matt sweeps your hand up, guiding you with them in a hurried manner. matt is trying to snap you back to reality, but it's just white noise.

chris hits his palm aggressively with frustration against the door frame of the kitchen as you all walk through, and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. your eyes are still welling as you choke back a sniffle, and you're not sure if it's shock, hurt, or anger anymore.

you're in a trance as you walk over to the freezer. your body is in autopilot, moving without you even knowing. you grab a frozen bag of vegetables out of the tray.

"so fucking stupid," you say nastily under your breath, slamming the door shut.

walking over to chris who's sat up on the ledge of the sink. you throw the packet at his chest, and he grabs it, questioning you for a second before matt walks over and shows him to place it on his bruised and red raw knuckles.

the room is filled with tension.

matt is biting his nails, you're leaning against the closed door, and nick finds himself squatting on the floor.

"what the actual fuck was that?" nick is too stunned to even yell, he just speaks aloud.

"i asked you not to, chris. i could have handled it myself." you shake your head, vision blurry as you stare vacantly ahead. you want to lash out at him, but for some reason you can't.

"yeah, it really looked like you had it under control." he crushes the frozen packet harshly against his hand.

"we'll leave you two alone." matt cuts through awkwardly, shooting nick a warning glare.

matt knows it's not his place to go off at chris right now. he'll do that later.

"but-" nick begins, and matt snaps toward the door. you hear nick sigh, knowing he would love nothing more than to stay and listen to you tear into chris. alas, they both leave promptly, matt flashing you a sympathetic smile on the way out.

you can hear from the other side of the door, both nick and matt are hustling trying to kick everyone out. it’s a weight lifted off your shoulders. the literal mess being left behind is the least of your worries now.

you're alone with chris in the kitchen again, the second time not being anymore pleasant than the first. you blame yourself fully for dropping your guard, even if for a second.

“i begged you not to, chris.” you repeat with a stern tone, laced with betrayal and genuine hurt.

he’s silent for a moment, staring at you from across the room with no emotion on his face. you know he feels terrible, he doesn’t have to show it. or tell you.

“did you think i was just gonna stand and watch?” he rebuttals.

“i would have preferred that, honestly.” you don’t understand how he can’t grasp the intensity of the situation.

"did you want him? go back out there then." he's bitter, pointing at the door. you roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.

"chris," you start. he keeps talking.

“because i’m sure he’s still laying on the floor. go ahead. he might have a hard time talking now, though.” chris shrugs, speaking in a provoking manner.

“you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t press charges." you apprise.

“he should feel lucky i didn’t do worse.” he takes another step toward you, presumptuous in the way he carries himself.

"you've done a lot of stupid shit, chris. but that," you raise your hand as you speak, laughing in shock.

"that was unbelievable." you pinch the bridge of your nose, taking yet another deep breath.

"you know what's unbelievable is how you haven't even thanked me once" he ignores your words and bites back with irritation, face growing more twisted with upset.

"thank you?" you repeat, jaw dropping. you step toward him this time. you feel dejected trying to get him to understand.

"thank you for what? for causing a scene? for putting yourself in danger?" you step forward again, feeling like you could drive your heels into the ground beneath you.

"you're acting insane" he brings his hands to his head, tugging at his own hair with despair. his words sting, despite the back and forth arguing.

"you're the one that lashed out on that guy with no consideration for anyone else around you. that's insane" you speak with physical gestures unconsciously.

you're trying to reason with him, but with the state he's in, it's like trying to put a brain in a statue. you examine him, trying to search for his eyes but his body won't keep still, twisting and moving around.

"fuck, okay, i get it! i get it, y/n. you're not happy with me. you never fucking are apparently," his words trail off and he waves you away, turning his back to you. he sounds desperate for it to end.

you want to scream at him at the top of your lungs, and quite frankly, you could. your face burns and steam is about to shoot out of your ears.

"you don't need to protect me anymore, chris."

"i saved your ass out there." he speaks with his hand, four fingers direct to your chest. his words are like salt being rubbed into an open wound.

"saved me? that's a fucking stretch. your brothers saved your ass, because you don't think before you fucking act!"

"this is about YOU, y/n! what i did for you!" he slaps the back of right hand into the palm of his left.

"i'm not some damsel in distress that you need to sweep up and put in a tower, chris"

"yeah well at least in a tower you can't attract trouble." he speaks as if it's your fault, and of all the things he's just spit out, that's by far the worst. the most menacing and cut to the bone tone he's used.

"that was low, even for you." you huff, emotions at an all time high.

your breathing feels tight, but instead of reacting, you force yourself to seperate your emotions from the reality of the situation. you're both feeling very intensely, and expressing it the same way.

in hindsight, you could have redirected some of your emotions, but you also wish chris would take back some things he's said. there's no excuses.

chris re-collects himself and turns toward you again. he shrugs his shoulders, like he has nothing left to say. no fight left.

the closer chris is standing the more prominent his face is, and more specifically, his busted open lip.

you gasp in a mix of being upset, and shock. it feels like a piece of your heart is breaking off, seeing his delicate, pale skin so sore.

"your lip, chris." you exhale, stepping toward him.

he flinches when your hand raises to touch his face, and you know now that you've acknowledged it, it's hurting him. neither of you paid any attention to it amongst the turmoil.

"come here." you sigh, pulling his arm, bringing him over to where the paper towels are, in the corner of the sink.

tearing a white square into your hands, you rinse it under cold water lightly before squeezing the saturation out, leaving a damp cloth in your hand.

turning into chris's body, he looks down at you. he's still at last, and looks like he has no thoughts behind his now seemingly innocent eyes.

you cup his cheek gently, to turn his face downward. you bring the towel up to his lip, wiping his stained chin and mouth. he lets you, and doesn't even wince. he visibly gives into your touch. he's content.

"i need you to promise me you'll never do something like that again." you pull back, folding over a clean side and then wiping his lip softly, trying not to cause him pain.

"i can't promise that." he speaks in a whisper, as if he doesn't want you to hear his word.

with his lip no longer being red, you toss the damp and crumbling paper into sink, making it a problem for another time.

"why?" you look into his eyes, wiping your hands on your shirt.

his blue eyes are big but blameless, pupils dilated. holding his stare as your arm lowers.

"because if anyone lays a hand on you again, i'm going to prison for life." the piece of your heart that broke off earlier reattaches at his words alone.

chris's much shorter hair is spikey around his ears, and wet at the ends, turning dark brown from his sweat. you caress his messy curls, tucking it over the curves of his ears and taming the wispy strands. you hold his head in your hands, tiling him up and your mouths are inches apart.

"how hard did he hit your head?" you ask against his lips. he chuckles, genuinely.

he's an idiot, undeniably. but the gut wrenching, lawless love he has for you makes him that way. his low, smooth laughter, makes your heart skip a beat.

"i mean it, y/n."

"but i know, i know it was stupid." he admits.

"yeah, it was." you agree, shaking his head around slightly.

he grabs your hands with his own, engulfing them and holding them in his palms. he squeezes your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

"i'm sorry." he speaks on your skin.

"like really fucking sorry." he strains his head back with remorse, making his adam's apple more prominent, and he swallows hard. like he's swallowing his guilt.

"i said some nasty things. i wish i could take them back, y/n. i really do."

"i know, chris."

"no, you don't. i'll apologise to you everyday for the rest of my life if i have to. i've been horrible tonight."

"chris, enough," you hush him, the calmness in your tone making him understand you hear him. loud and clear. you need some time to forgive, but you absorb his words.

"i don't know how you didn't smack me in the mouth." he jokes, and you giggle through your breath.

"there's still time," you joke back. and he knows it by your tone.

"i could never bring myself to do that. as much as you deserve it." your banter eases the pressure, and you feel chris squeeze your hands in his again.

you rub your thumbs over his knuckles, looking at the little purple marks forming. he notices your face drop with stress, and he slips his hands away, moving to your hips instead.

"hey, i'm fine. i don't care what happens to me, i just need you to be okay."

"i am okay," you reply. he drops his face with a look that expresses he doesn’t believe you. you give a light eyeroll, and small smile.

"i mean it, i swear.” you raise your pinkie finger to him, to keep your promise. knowing it’s the only way he’ll actually believe you.

chris smiles, weak with his bruised lip, and wraps up your pinkie with his own, wriggling your hands around.

"i'm always gonna want to protect you." he pulls you toward his body. he's so warm, and radiates a magnetic energy that makes you want to collapse into his arms.

you know you don't need him to, but deep down, you would like his protection. his unconditional love. selflessness.

"i'll be sure to send you love letters in jail" you grin up at him, and laughs from the chest.

his voice is like a scratched record, fatigue taking over his body. you swallow hard, all of your senses coming back. he feels so real standing in front of you all of a sudden, like it's not just a dream you're about to wake up from.

"stay the night." you speak mindlessly.

chris brushes your hair from your face, cupping the back of your neck lightly to pull your forehead to his lips, kissing just above your eyebrows gently. he rests his chin on the crown of your head, pulling you tight to his chest in an embrace.

"i'll stay forever if you ask me to."

this is the feeling he fights for. requited love.

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themology · 1 year

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mwii cod men + how they fuck you smut 18+

ao3 link. prompt one. prompt two.

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notes: requests are open. idk why i did this, this might be a bit ooc, might not be entirely accurate and/or might not suit your taste for your certain cod men, but this is how i think they'll do the deed with you, so yeah, enjoy ;)).

warnings / contains: smut obvi 18+, unprotected p in v sex, various kinky and steamy stuff, pure filth, creampie, bdsm shit.

pairings: simon 'ghost riley, alejandro vargas, john 'soap mactavish', rodolfo 'rudy' parra, philip graves, john price, and kyle 'gaz' garrick (seperate) x afab!reader.

alejandro vargas

he's balls deep inside of your abused cunt, gritty moans filled the air as he languidly moved inside of you, his head resting on the side of your face, constantly placing his lips on your ear in a teasing manner to let you hear his silent grunts and pleasurable moans, letting you hear how you make him feel so good with the way your tight pussy is squeezing his dick, making you even wetter and desperate than before...

and since you're too fucked up to even move or talk anymore, on your next orgasm after a multiple, he handles your waist roughly yet carefully as he continue to rut inside your wet pussy, whispering filthy things in your ear every now and then, you'll manage to whimper silently and he'll chuckle slightly, cumming inside of you, filling you up so much that the rest of them came out of your abused cunt, shaking in an unrelenting orgasmic phase, he thrusts inside of you yet again, obviously not done yet.

john 'soap' mactavish, rodolfo 'rudy' parra, kyle 'gaz' garrick

it's quite sloppy and vigorous, you haven't realized that you've already came so many times at such short notice, he's so fast you hadn't realized you were cumming on his cock yet again, wreathing and shaking beneath him as his balls slapped roughly on your pussy lips, the erotic sound of moans and wet skin on each other was all that you could ever seem to comprehend, wet and hot, he'll have his eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open, silent moans spilling out of his mouth, he'll let out a chorus of grunts and swears, hissing as you both feel the movements of his cock inside of you, how tight your walls and how hot your vein is, there's like sun inside of you, there's a thousand fireworks in your stomach...

your eyes are almost white as you gripped the sheets desperately for support... he's enjoying this a lot as much as you do... moving in and out of you like a feral animal in heat, you're nearing your high and so does he, he'll have a hand on your waist, tightly gripping it as you feel warm cum inside of you.

simon 'ghost' riley

he's silent, serious, observant, calculating, roughly going in and out of you as you covered your hand to your face, tears were on your cheeks and you couldn't seem to handle all the noises that threatened to spill out of you, there's too much going on, too much pleasure, he was too huge to handle, every thrust is like near a high, harshly, he moves your hands from your face... he wants you to look at him, just like what he is doing to you right now, staring at your fucked up expression as you continued to take his huge cock inside of you, piercing gaze staring at your bouncing tits, satisfied with the way every inch of your body moves and wreaths for him,

it's almost as if he was mocking you for giving you the silent treatment, having his lips tightly shut, mocking you for moaning like some desperate whore, moaning because he was doing so good fucking the senses and dignity out of you... he moves even rougher than before... at this point he doesn't even care about his own pleasure anymore, just yours, he wanted to let you know that no one makes you feel so good like he does, no one stretches your pussy as good and as pleasurably, it will stay that way.

john price, philip graves

it's fucking torture, you've begged a lot of times but he doesn't seem to budge as he continues to rub his dick around your desperate cunt and clit in such a slow, teasing manner, it was almost your breaking point, you are in your agonizing spasms as you begged him to just fuck you already, he's feeding on to your desperation and your insatiable thirst, if you were sure that you can take it then you have to beg for it, your vision is blurry from all the tears in your eyes, you're looking like an idiot in just the way you kept cumming from such limited pleasure, he's barely inside of you and you're already a hot mess covered in sweat and cum...

he loves how stupid you look, how tightly shut your eyes are as you cried out for him multiple times; when he puts his cock inside of you, you let out a breathless moan, satisfied and fulfilled, making him chuckle, teasing your for being such a desperate whore, tormenting you with his rhythm of thrusts, holding and kneading on your tits as your body rocked with every movement... at least you've earned it, and at least you'll get to be fucked so hard for the rest of what you wished was eternity.

additional notes: notes and reblogs are very appreciated; wow *nervous sweating* i enjoyed writing and reading that, i hope you did too, i have more smutty steamy imagines in store for all of you in case you guys are interested ;)) (mainly for my boy ghost but i am open for the other men) anyways, thank you again for reading!!!

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piastri-lover · 9 months

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who would have guessed; alex albon

summary: in which you and alex are dropping hints about your relationship, and yet no one seems to be getting the hint

pairing: alex albon x celeb!reader

author's note: i fucking love alex albon and this prompt!! icl i dont know he's so underrated but i enjoyed making this sm xx

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yourusername 📍tulum, mexico

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user1 i love y/n so fucking much

user2 wife

user3 are u kidding i was lit in mexico two days ago and NOW the queen is here -user4 lit flew out this morning i could have met my wife

zendaya having fun? ;)) -yourusername don't know what u mean by that --zendaya ill keep my mouth shut

user5 after 3 months of oppenheimer filming y/n prob needs a break -user6 she slayed as jean though --user5 100%

user7 mexico is my country and i'm so glad u love it liked by yourusername -user7 omg y/n liked my comment im done

user8 whos she with -user9 idk but someone def took that 3rd photo

user10 why is pierre in the queen y/n's likes?? -user11 i bet he forgot to switch accounts and liked without thinking --user12 ariana what are u doing here

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user13 mother is mothering

user14 she's so fit -user15 that scene in oppenheimer changed me as a person

user16 THERES A BOY -user17 omg omg omg this is not a drill

sydney_sweeney y/n... -yourusername ill call u later and fill u in babe

user18 first pierre, now lando -user19 the entire grid is simping for y/n and tbh i don't blame them

user20 the soft launch is beginning -user21 im so ready to analyse every screenshot to try and work this out first

user22 i need that dress

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alex_albon ur fans are going wild on twt rn

yourusername really?? i haven't checked

alex_albon mhmm like they havent stopped speculating for hours im sure i saw someone ship u with fucking lando

yourusername he is kinda cute...

alex_albon oy

yourusername im kidding we still going out for dinner tonight??

alex_albon yup its me and you, george and carmen and lando lol

yourusername all good

alex_albon pick u up at 8?

yourusername counting down the minutes baby love u x

alex_albon love u more x

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user23 umm

user24 lando babe i dont feel like u were supposed to post this

georgerussell63 he's passed out and i dont know his password idk what to do -user25 george are y/n and alex dating??? --georgerussell63 no lando was just feeling a bit silly

user26 george trying to defend alex and y/n when we obv know they're dating

alex_albon i let him take one photo and ofc he does this -yourusername at least we look cute --alex_albon we always look cute baby

user27 i wasnt sure about alex but look they're so wholesome

user28 im j wondering how tf alexander albon pulled the y/n -user29 me too --user30 like nothing against him but y/n is... well y/n

landonorris wait i thought this was my private

landonorris so so sorry -yourusername ur buying me a drink when we next go out --landonorris done and done ---alex_albon my girl has expensive taste lando u have completely shot urself in the foot

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tagged: alex_albon liked by zendaya, pierregasly and 51294856 othersyourusername lando ruined my softlaunch(🖕🖕) but anyway i kinda love him so be nice xx view comments

user31 no bc theyre acc cute

user32 i hate to have to share my wife but it would be with him

landonorris ive apologised 1000 times idk what more to do -alex_albon she had the entire thing all planned out but no lando norris had to intervene --yourusername honestly im heartbroken i might need another bottle of champagne... ---landonorris fuck off y/n the last bottle was like £1000

alex_albon leng -yourusername appreciate it bro

alex_albon the last photo❤️❤️❤️-yourusername love u big man

user33 omg i hope we get to see her at a grand prix soon -yourusername im def coming to spa and we'll see after that

williamsracing already saving a seat for u -yourusername i cant wait xx

user34 dont know whether i want to be alex or her

user35 bi awakening -user36 fr

user37 sleeping on the highway tonight -landonorris ill be joining u --user38 landos so real for that

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another-lost-mc · 11 months

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SATAN x gn!Reader 0.7k Words | SFW | Domestic Fluff | Suggestive -> Prompt: Bringing Home Flowers [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

Exam week is difficult for everyone living at the House of Lamentation. Lucifer and most of his siblings spend as much time arguing about studying as they do actually studying. It's difficult to focus on your own stack of textbooks and papers when there's bickering echoing in the halls outside your room.

It's not a surprise when you study best when the house is quiet—ironically, this usually happens when Mammon and the others sneak away after dinner to go out and do something fun. Satan doesn't join them, even though you know they ask him to.

Meet me in the library after dinner, he tells you instead.

When you arrive, Satan is already seated and organizing his materials on the table in front of him. There's something out of place on the table, though—a small vase filled with violet night-blooming roses, a Devildom flower you're particularly fond of. You've never seen this particular colour of rose before, and there's rarely flowers in the library at all. You set your books down and wait for some sort of explanation. Satan smiles at you across the table, something soft and shy and a little mischievous, but then he taps his pen on your book and you get to work.

When you're done studying, Satan offers to tidy up. He starts putting books back on one of the shelves while you gather your own belongings. "Why don't you take those back to your room?" he suggests, eyes still scanning the shelves in front of him.

You know what he's talking about, and it's his only acknowledgement that the flowers were there at all. You take the vase back to your room—carefully, so it doesn't fall—and set it on your nightstand. The pleasant scent is soothing without being overwhelming. When you wake up, you touch the petals with your fingertips and smile.

It carries on that way for the rest of the week. Every night you join Satan in the library to study, and every night there's a vase of roses on the table between you. After you're done studying together, he shoos you back to your room for a good night's rest—oh, and don't forget the vase, hm?

By the time exams are finished, you have several small vases of roses scattered across your bedroom. Your room has never looked so vibrant or smelled so lovely. Each vase has its own bouquet of different coloured roses—violet, emerald, mauve, azure. You save a couple blooms of each to press for safekeeping.

You're elated the day you get your exam results back the afternoon before the weekend break. You might not have the nearly-flawless scores that Satan does, but his eyes twinkle happily when you offer him the paper so he can see your marks. You're glad you didn't disappoint him.

That evening you go back to your room after dinner and wonder what you'll do now that there's no reason to go to the library and study. You miss his company already. Satan spent so much time with you, and you feel guilty wanting to take up the first evening he's had to himself all week.

The brothers chatter excitedly about their newfound freedom (and ignore Lucifer's pointed comments that some of them barely studied at all). There's some dance at a club that Asmo wants to go to, but you tell him you're not interested. You assume Satan is going with them, though; when they rushed from the table, he excused himself too.

You eat a bit more slowly and go back to your room afterwards. You open the door with a sigh and expect to spend the next couple hours bored and alone. What you don't expect to see is a large, vibrant bouquet on your bedspread—it's filled with all the brilliant shades of roses already decorating your room, plus others you haven't seen before. Even in the Devildom, flowers of these colours aren't exactly easy to come by.

You pick up the small card attached to the bouquet. The note isn't signed, but you already know who sent them.

Congratulations. I'm so proud of you.

I'll be waiting for you in my room, if you'd like to join me.

In your haste to see him, you leave the bouquet on your bed and don't even think about putting them in a vase first.

(When you ask Satan between kisses if you should leave to put the flowers in water, he leads you to his bed and mumbles reassurances against your skin that they'll be fine until morning.)

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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Its not unusual for Eddie to be quiet for whole shifts. Some days, its just a bad day. One where all the work Eddie has done to get better can only keep him trudging forward step by heavy step. One where all his demons come back at once and try to drag him down. One where Eddie is too busy fighting old habits to join in on the jokes and banter. They've all gotten good at dealing with these days - Buck especially, but that's no surprise when he was there for The Worst Days.

So, its not unusual for Eddie to be quiet, but there's a simmering despair to Eddie's silence today that has Bobby's hackles rising. Its not his usual listless, fatigued quiet. Its a heavy, burdensome quiet. Bobby can't stand it, so he waits until the rest of the team trudge off to the bunks before he corners Eddie in the lounge with two cups of tea.

"You're not gonna let me escape are you?" Eddie sighs, collapsing back against the couch he'd tried to jump up from.

"I'm not holding you hostage," Bobby offers him one of the mugs with a smile, "I'm simply gently suggesting that you talk to someone. And I happen to be right here."

"Yeah." Eddie sighs again, eyes drifting down to the steaming surface of his tea. "What do you think I should talk to someone about?"

"Whatever it is that has you like this." Bobby gestures at him kindly. "You seem heavier."

He doesn't say it, but Eddie looks a lot like he did when Buck was in his coma. Bobby can't help but wonder, what with all the Natalia talk, if its because Eddie thinks he's losing him all over again, in a different way.

"Its nothing..." Eddie shakes his head, averts his eyes. "Just something that old lady from the living funeral said to me and Hen. Something my aunt said too."

"What'd they say?" Bobby prompts gently.

"My aunt said that I'm alone," Eddie mumbles. "Marie said that we all die alone. And, recently, I don't know." Another sigh, a hand scrubbed down his face. "Recently, it feels like time is running out and I can't help but think that when it does, its just a lonely death waiting for me at the finish line."

"Eddie, you aren't going to die alone." Bobby aches for him. Buck may be his son, but Bobby's always seen a piece of himself in Eddie. Its why he finds himself here so often, trying to coax Eddie's heart out of its cage. "You know that there are two people who would never, ever let that happen."

Eddie huffs a bitter laugh, eyes landing somewhere far away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too."

Bobby is mature enough to admit he flounders a little here. All these talks he's had with Eddie, its always felt a bit like speaking to a brick wall. But now, now he thinks Eddie might have finally understood.

"Eddie," Bobby murmurs seriously, seriously enough to have Eddie meeting his eyes, "its never too late. Never."

"Feels like it might be this time, Cap," Eddie chokes out. He glances down at his tea. "I don't want to be alone."

"Love is a risk," Bobby blurts out desperately. He's never met two men who deserve a happy ending more than Buck and Eddie, and, whilst he can't take credit for how far they've come, he feels a blazing pride that their happy endings are to be found in each other. He can't let them miss out. "Love is a terrible, awful risk. Always. Always. Its never easy. It might be in the end. You might look back one day and think that it was all worth it to end up here. But you're in the today, the now, when the love is horrible and painful and the most difficult thing in the world." Eddie looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, and Bobby's heart breaks for him. "Every beat of your heart is like a punch to the stomach, and you think that maybe it would be easier if you'd never felt the love at all."

"No," Eddie interrupts, shaking his head. "No, there's no way I was never going to feel this.. I'd always end up here."

"That's mighty faithful for someone who doesn't believe in the universe," Bobby mumbles.

"I believe in him," Eddie shrugs helplessly.

"Eddie, you haven't lost him." Bobby lays a hand on his shoulder. "He's just out of reach, but you can get to him. You've done it before. Both of you have. You always make it back to each other. That's your deal."

"I don't know how to reach him this time," Eddie confesses breathlessly.

"You have to take the leap, Eddie." Bobby sighs. "Its going to be terrifying, and it might not all fall into place at once. But one day, you'll look back and you'll be so damn glad you jumped."

Eddie bites into his lip as the first tear rolls down his cheek.

"What if he doesn't catch me?"

"Then, he'll pick you up off the floor," Bobby promises with all the conviction he has. Its the one thing he knows with any certainty in this world. "Eddie, whatever happens, you can't lose Buck. Not completely. And things might change. But think of how it could change for the better."

Eddie smiles to himself, a tiny, wobbly, private thing that Bobby's only caught glimpses of when Buck is around.

"So, I just jump?" he asks.

"You jump." Bobby nods. "You jump, and you hope, and you trust that he'll be right there with you."

"That he'll have my back?" Eddie grins ruefully.

"Yeah, trust that he'll have your back," Bobby smiles right back.

They'll be okay.

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 1 year

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 3884

Warning: Mild Language, Fluff, Angst, Possessiveness, Jealousy…

Prompt: Gibbs pulled a stunt and you decided to get your revenge—by making him jealous…

Y/N Gibbs POV

I woke up today and had the most brilliant idea. I knew exactly how to get my husband back. I shake my head, still unable to believe that Jethro could do such a thing—especially at work!

FLASHBACK

I hum a tune as I step out of the bathroom with a big, fluffy towel wrapped around my. I found myself sifting through my work clothes when my eyes catch a silver gift bag. I grab it, pulling the card off it.

Y/N/N, be a good girl and wear this to work, will you? -Jet

I open the bag and pull out a beautiful dark red lingerie set. I was trying to think of what the occasion was and why Jethro would be giving me a gift. My heart beats with anticipation at the thought of us having sex. We haven't done anything intimate for weeks besides a quick kiss here and there. We've both put our focus on work and we've come home, immediately crashing is bed.

I drop the towel, sliding on the lingerie set and hum in approval. I loved the feeling of lingerie against my skin. Something about it made me feel confident and sexy. I go back to my dresser and pull on a baggy pair of black cargo pants. I pull on a white baggy t-shirt and a black blazer.

Jethro was possessive and I loved it. I joined the team seven years ago and I may be the baby of the team, slightly younger than Ziva, Tim and Tony, but I worked my ass off. I was the "heart" of the team as they put it. I was a profound profiler and negotiator. We all were great investigators, but I also brought our little team closer together.

When I first joined, I could give a care less about the dress code. Some days, I'd follow it, but my clothes were snug to my figure. I was confident and didn't mind showing a bit more cleavage than needed. Some days, I liked to wear short skater skirts like Abby, to show off my legs. I'd show the occasional stomach here and there.

But, I enjoyed the way Jethro's eyes would roam over me. I chuckle, thinking about the day he asked me over to his house. It was our first kiss and our first time together. We were friends with benefits briefly before I had enough and outed how I felt. Then we dated before marrying. All of which I stopped dressing the way I use to, noticing how possessive he got over me once we were officially together. He's a man who gets jealous easy, not appreciating others staring at "his woman" as he puts it.

I leave my red hair down, grabbing my bag before leaving our home. It was time for work and it seems Jethro left me to sleep in. I was thankful and disappointed. I knew I needed the sleep, but I also enjoy our car rides to work together. I can't remember the last time I drove to work on my own.

It was a quiet drive, mostly filled with humming before I hum my way into the building and up to the bullpen. I saw the FBI here and roll my eyes. Oh, what a case this will be.

"Hon, we are working alongside the FBI on this case. Show them the conference room." Jethro says.

"Well, good morning to you as well husband. Yeah, my morning has been wonderful, thanks for asking. Oh, how's yours? Wonderful too. It was strange coming into work without you. Oh, and I got your gift. And yes, I listened. Oh, your tired of my rambling. Right, don't forget I'm your wife, Jet. Agents, follow me." I say, mocking at Jethro.

He had a small amused smile on his face. I was slightly moody he was acting strange with me today. I lead the agents away, ignoring Tony's grin at my one-on-one conversation with myself.

I leave the Agents to set up and head back to my desk. I could feel his eyes on me and I glance up, meeting those piercing blue eyes. I quirk a brow.

"Yes, Jethro?" I ask.

"Wondering if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He murmurs, smirking slightly.

"Asshole! You didn't even say good morning, we didn't ride together, I haven't even had a good morning kiss or hug, I haven't had coffee nor breakfast, and the first thing you do when you see me is put me to work." I hiss and he snorts.

"I think you woke up with your hair on fire, hon." He says.

I clench my jaw, narrowing my eyes at him. I shake my head as the elevators open and Fornell walks off.

"Y/N! Any chance your divorcing Jethro yet?" Fornell asks with a grin.

"I might just be his fifth ex-wife after this morning!" You tease, sending a glare at a grumpy Jethro who was glaring daggers at the both of you.

Fornell talks to Gibbs, but your eyes widen as you bite your tongue to silence any noise from you as you clench your thighs at the sudden vibrations you felt. It clicked. The lingerie bottoms weren't an ordinary bottoms. They were meant for teasing. In your case, punishment. You glare up at Jethro who's lips twitches as he amps it up higher. You nearly jumped out of your chair, trying to suppress the moan.

END OF FLASHBACK

Oh, how he pushed the wrong buttons. He had left earlier once again much to my displeasure, but today was the day to get him back. Make him jealous and then make him have the bluest balls he's ever going to have.

I walk out of the bathroom, dropping the towel. I put on a lingerie set. I grab my black skirt that ended at mid-thigh—and that’s if I was being generous on that.

It was tight, hugging my ass and my legs. It really brought out my legs and I grin. It has a little slit, but it was cute. Not to mention the designer belt I add to it—a gift from Jethro. I had been talking about it with Abby for months and he got it as a birthday present.

I grab a white top that was like a tank-top with the wider straps. It was clinging to my body, the deep plunge neckline showed off more cleave than I've shown in years. A little bit of my belly was peaking through and I grin. Perfect. I slide on a black blazer before grabbing my black high heels.

This was going to be perfect.

I go to the bathroom, brushing my wavy red hair. I go for a slightly edgy, but neutral makeup look with a slightly dark red lipstick.

I hum, grabbing my purse and begin making my way to the Navy yard. I decided a pit stop was necessary and I grabbed drinks for the team. I get there and decided to go to Autopsy where I leave their drinks on the table as they were out getting a body. I leave a little note, humming as I head back to the elevator and head to Abby's lab.

She had her music going and I walk in, as she spins, she sees me. She turns the music off and looks at me in awe.

"You look so pretty!" She exclaims.

"Thank you, Abs! I brought you a gift." I say, handing her Caf-Pow.

"Your the best! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She exclaims and I chuckle.

"Of course." I say.

I head to the elevator, feeling slightly nervous for Jethro's reaction. I walk off the elevator and Tony whistles.

"I brought you a coffee with loads of cream and sugar." I say, winking at him and he grins.

"Thanks!" He says.

I head to Ziva, pulling a tea free.

"A tea for you, it was a new one on the menu I thought you'd like to try." I say.

"Thank you, Y/N/N. You look gorgeous by the way." She says, smirking slightly and I smile.

"Thanks, Ziva. I felt like dressing up a bit today. I felt like I deserved it after the hell Jethro put my through last week." I say.

"Fornell can be a real pain in the ass." She chuckles and I grin.

"That he can be." I say, even though that wasn't what I was referring too.

I walk to McGee, handing him a black coffee which he quietly thanks me for as he is on the phone. I walk to Jethro, handing him a coffee.

"My office." He grumbles.

"Oh, Jethro. Take that stick out of your ass. Who's looking anyway. It's an outfit and it's cute." I say.

He was silent, staring at me with dark, narrowed blue eyes. I could see the lust in them just as I could see the possessiveness in them...the jealousy coming to the surface.

I turn, walking to my desk, throwing the carton away once I pulled my coffee free. I hum softly as the elevator doors open.

"Fornell! If you like us so much, come join the team!" I say, winking at him.

"FBI is more my forte...although, your always welcome to join my team." He says, his eyes on my chest.

Jethro clears his throat and I look at him to see him glaring daggers at Fornell.

"Eyes off my wife, Fornell." He warns.

That sent a strange sensation to my core. I knew why and I was eager for the day to go on, wanting to press more buttons.

"I don't know how you managed to settle down with this grumpy bastard, Y/N." Fornell says and I giggle, rolling my eyes.

"Y/N, my office. Now." Jethro snaps, standing up as he storms towards the elevator.

I grin which stopped the team from looking so concerned. It was their turn to chuckle.

"You planned this out." Tony says.

"That I did. Revenge is a bitch." I say and he chuckles as I walk toward the elevator that Jethro was waiting on.

The doors close and he hits the button harshly. I purse my lips, swatting his arm.

"Easy there, macho man." I say.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He snaps, glaring down at me.

"Well this is my skirt. Look! It even has a little slit right here. It's so cute. And this top...you know that though." I say, grinning.

"I don't want people ogling my wife. I have some extra clothes of yours at my desk." He sighs.

"I'm not changing, Jet." I say.

"Why the hell not?" He asks, turning back to me.

"Because, I like this outfit. And you'd like it to if you investigated a little more." I say.

"You didn't." He grits out.

"Oh, I did. Your favorite set too." I say and I gasp as he pushes me up against a wall.

"It's one thing wearing this outfit to work, knowing men will stare, but then lingerie. Your asking for your ass to be red." He growls.

His hand twitches on my hip and I smile softly, putting my hand over it as I slide it under my skirt. His eyes were locked with mine and I make his fingers brush the lace bottoms.

"I just woke up feeling really good about today, Jet. I wanted an outfit to suit my mood and confidence." I say, shrugging.

"Your changing. I can't have you on my mind all damn day as we work a case, worrying about someone looking up your skirt." He says and I roll my eyes.

I push him back, smoothing my outfit out.

"I'm not changing, Jet. I'm your wife, not some...dog you can control." I say.

"Your my bitch in bed, aren't you?" He says and my jaw drops.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs! That is so crude and so...s-so unlike you!" I exclaim.

"I thought you liked it when I called you my bitch. Are you not? What happened to being daddy's whore?" He asks and I gulp.

I could feel my skin flush as my panties dampen. Maybe I didn't think this all the way through. He smirks, that stupid lopsided smirk, his eyes twinkling. He knew damn well what he was doing to me.

Two can play this game.

"Well daddy...I do like it when you call me those names. But, I'm not in the mood right now." I say.

"W-What? You just called me daddy. Your doing that thing with your eyes and you wore this outfit. You want my attention. Well, you have it." He says.

Oh, I have it alright and I'll have it the rest of the day, whilst leaving you hanging for that crap you pulled last week.

"I think your profiling skills are a bit off, hon." I say, feigning an apologetic smile.

I pat his arm before moving out from the wall and hitting the emergency stop button. He goes to hit again, but I swat his hand away and the doors open. We walk off and he grabs my wrist. I stop, looking at him.

"Please change...I'll do whatever you want." He murmurs.

"I like my outfit, Jethro." I say, pulling away and going to my desk.

"Gibbs! I brought the file you asked for!" Palmer says before all the papers fall out.

He looks at Jethro wide eyed and I stand, bending over to help. I was well aware what I was going and I heard Fornell and Tony whistle as Jethro curses and I hear his chair.

I feel him press against me from behind, a hand on my hip as he leans down behind me to grab a paper.

"Sit your ass down right now, Y/N or else I'll carry your ass out of here kicking and screaming." He warns quietly.

"I'm trying to help Palmer. Leave me alone, Jethro. Your being moody today." I say.

He grunts, but I finish picking up the papers before standing. I take the papers from Palmer as Jethro tugs my skirt down as it did ride up a bit. I walk back to my desk, working on reorganizing the papers before standing and handing it to Jethro.

I sit and Jethro soon was giving out orders when he realized Tony was alone. I stand.

"I'll go with Tony! It's been awhile since I've been out baiting a suspect." I say.

"Not dressed in that." Jethro says gruffly.

"Oh get over yourself, Jet. I look fine. Come on, Tony!" I exclaim.

"We'll be watching!" Fornell says before he grunts.

"Stop staring at my wife's ass." Jethro warns.

We all get on the elevator and I hum softly as Tony hands me the keys. The keys...to his very nice car that I've been dying to drive.

"You dressed to impress and it's a simple and quick undercover op where you get his attention. So, get his attention tigress." He says, winking at me and I grin.

I follow Tony to his car, more than eager to drive his baby. I glance at Jethro to see his brooding face and fiery eyes. I knew he was growing more pissed off. My eyes were on his slightly growing bulge.

The drive to the nice bar was short. Tony and I made our way to the bar with our earpieces in.

"Look a little more like a couple." McGee says.

"Boss is going to kill me." Tony grumbles before sliding his hand from my lower back to ass.

"I'll protect you." I say.

"Will you?" Jethro's gruff voice comes through.

"If you don't want the bluest balls in history, Jethro, I'd comply a bit." I murmur, looking over the menu of drinks as Tony tries to stifle his laughter.

"I don't know what to get, babe!" I exclaim, moving so I was in front of Tony.

Our chests were pressed together, his hand on my ass and I move my hand to his. His eyes widen before going back to normal. I catch a man staring and I did a brief study before looking back up into Tony's eyes.

"Blue jeans. Hawaiian shirt. Ten o'clock." I say.

"See him." Jethro grunts.

"Why don't you get yourself a martini?" Tony asks.

"I don't like girly drinks, you know that." I say and he chuckles.

"Get her a Black Russian." Jethro says and I smile sweetly up at Tony.

"Hey, can I get a Black Russian and a bourbon over ice?" Tony asks.

I giggle as he lifts me up onto the bar, both of us level almost. I was still slightly short.

"Boss, you got to get some food in her. She's as light as a feather." Tony says.

"Oh stop!" I giggle, smacking his chest.

"Black Russian and bourbon over ice." The bartender says.

Tony hands me my drink and grabs his, both of us clinking our glasses together. He took a sip, but I down mine.

"Easy there, tigress." Tony chides.

"Give me yours." I say.

He hands me his, which solves the problem of his drink and not looking suspicious. I downed his, grinning.

"Want to go out back?" He asks.

"Does either of you have a sidearm?" Fornell questions.

"Inner thigh." I say.

"DiNozzo...if I find out that your hands go up my wife's skirt, you won't have to worry about a funeral." Jethro grunts.

"Come!" I exclaim, jumping off the bar and grabbing his hand.

We walk out the back, and I glanced back at Tony to catch the unsub following us.

"He'll be right behind us." I say.

"I ain't grabbing your sidearm. Gibbs will kill me." He says.

I reach a hand under my skirt, pulling my gun out of the holster before handing it to him which he shoved inside his jacket before he picks me up and pins me against the wall.

"Alright. Couples who drink and go to the back alley do what?" McGee asks.

I could see the eye roll. Tony looked nervous and I roll my eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses back as the backdoor opens. We pull away when we hear a click and see the unsub pointing a gun at us. Tony had my red lipstick all over his mouth and he slowly sat me down.

"Back away and give me that whore. God! Why can't you guys stop! Your constantly wrecking families. He came in here the other night with a girl. His wife." He snaps.

Ziva and Tony did go undercover the other night. For todays purposes. I reach my hand under Tony's jacket, my hand on the gun before I aim it at him.

"Only one person can call me a whore, and that's for pleasure purposes. Drop the weapon. Your coming with us." I say.

"Y/N! Didn't need to know that!" McGee groans.

"Dirty girl, for real. Jeesh. I didn't expect boss to be that way." Tony says, looking confused.

I could hear Jethro and Fornell chuckling on the other side as Ziva snickers.

"Always knew you were a dirty minded woman, Y/N/N." Ziva teases.

"He calls me other names and I call him some delightful names too." I say, grinning.

Tony cuffs the unsub who finally decided to drop his weapon. Jethro and Fornell walk out the back door and Jethro looks at me with a small smile and an amused expression.

"Really had to keep running your mouth, didn't you hon?" He asks.

"He called me a whore. I didn't like it. It's not like when you call me a whore." I tease.

"Alright. Coms off." McGee says quickly and I laugh.

Jethro puts his hand on my back and we begin walking out of the alleyway. Ziva was helping Tony wipe my lipstick off and I decided to touch up my lipstick. I hum, bobbing my head slightly.

"Hey, is she single?" I hear.

"Do you not see that man's hand on her back? And the wedding ring on her finger. She's happily married. I'd keep a distance if you don't want that man to shoot you in the ass. He's very possessive over her. And I think of her as a sister so get lost asshole." Tony snaps.

I smile, looking up at Jethro who also caught the conversation. He had a small smirk on his face and I walk away from him. Eager to get home.

I walk in, Jethro not far behind me. I walk to the kitchen, grabbing two beers. I glance up when I see him hovering in the doorway with clenched fists and an unreadable expression.

"What the hell was your problem today?" He asks.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." I say, shrugging with an innocent smile.

"The outfit. Teasing me. Flirting with people. The undercover op with Tony." He says.

"Jethro, tell me you didn't forget." I chide, walking towards him.

He watches me with those intense blue eyes and I stop in front of him, looping my arms around his neck.

"Elaborate." He demands and I huff.

"Last week. You stepped on my toes, Jet. And you thought I could let you get away with it...you thought." I say.

"Your one hell of a woman. You could of found another approach to seeking your revenge, hon. You flashed your ass today more times than I can count." He says.

"Thankfully I have a nice ass, Jethro." I say.

"My point exactly, besides I don't appreciate people staring at my woman." He says, his hands settling on my hips.

The tingles I felt were unreal. This man stirred a side I didn't know I had.

"Oh, Jethro. Green isn't your color. Who knew you could get jealous over little things." I tease.

"You are not a little thing. Your the most important part of my life. And I'm not ashamed I'm jealous. I have a smart, beautiful and feisty wife that everyone seems to want and I'm not very keen on the thought of losing you." He says.

"I love you, Jet." I murmur.

"I love you too, hon. But, get your ass upstairs. I'm going to get the coffee pot ready for tomorrow. We aren't getting much sleep tonight." He says and my heart speeds up.

"Really?" I ask excitedly.

He smirks, pulling away and walking towards the coffee pot. I push the skirt down while he's turned around pull the shirt off, left in my lingerie and heels before throwing the skirt and shirt at him.

I didn't miss the way he tensed before slowly turning to me. I grin slyly at him, loving how his eyes slowly roam over me. I loved the way they darkened and narrowed. His gaze was intense.

"Upstairs, now." He says.

"You better hurry, Jethro. I might get impatient." I tease before running out of the room.

I didn't miss his low chuckle and I knew that tonight was going to be a long one. But, I knew it was going to be a good night. It's been weeks, a few months, since we've been intimate.

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dc418writes · 3 months

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✨Pairing✨: NFL!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Your brother has the worst timing

🚨: allusions to past happy adult fun times, mention of nudity (brief), mention of parent death, pretty much all floofy hilarity

🎤: an early Valentine’s Day-esque fic based off an idea I recently had. Hope you guys like it☺️!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

“What are you doing here?,” you ask locking the door after your brother casually saunters in. Unannounced and uninvited you might add

“Wanted to treat you for Valentine’s Day,” he answers. A slight tilt to his brow - looking every bit like your father - from your unusual greeting. “Sup with you? Why’re you acting weird?”

“N-Nothing I just wasn’t expecting you. Plus you typically call first and let me know you’re in town.” Which would’ve been very useful right about now.

“I wanted to surprise you. Plus I knew you wouldn’t be doing anything.” Rude.

Arms outstretched, he flops back on your light pink sectional making himself comfortable as if it were his own home. His wide smile instantly twisting into a smirk noticing the bouquet of mixed flowers along with a yellow duckling plushy leaning against the clear vase. Luckily you're able to grab the notecard before he can prompting that eyebrow tilt again

"Who're those from?"

You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders, "A friend.”

"This friend got a name?"

"Marshall I don't come in your place being nosey," you sigh feeling yourself becoming increasingly annoyed. "And you haven't been doing anything for Valentine's Day, so why now?"

The mood between you visibly shifts from the drop of his playful smile to something more serious. Regretful even.

"...Since dad passed, I uh..realized how we really don't know when our last day is you know?," he explains slowly rubbing his hands together. His eyes focused on them as a way to help clearly put his plaguing thoughts into words. "I just don't want something to happen to you or ma and I have all these regrets about what I didn't say. How I could've done more."

When his gentle eyes - doe like and dark brown - finally look up to meet yours, an instant warmth mixed with sorrow fills your chest and strikes deep in your heart. At the reminder of your father’s sudden passing and hearing your twin be so vulnerable.

Since college, it was pretty much football 24/7 with Marshall. Training to be the best and improving in any and every area so he could eventually make it big. Now in the NFL, there wasn't much change. If anything it got a bit worse now having to keep up with public appearances and meet with press here and there. Needless to say, you figured you and your parents rarely crossed his mind besides for the occasional, and rare, check-ins

To hear his worries, it sends a pang of guilt from the pit of your gut and throughout your abdomen

“Marshall,” you quietly speak taking a step towards him before a thud startles you both.

"The hell was that?,” he asks.

"Probably the neighbors kids,” you answer with a wave of your hand as if it were nothing. “They play around a lot."

Another thud followed by an “ow”, has your brother standing to his feet ready to investigate. "That sounded like it was in here though."

"Well you know they make these walls thin. Plus it doesn’t help their room is right next to mine," you nervously giggle. Actually it was the bathroom sharing a wall with you, but he didn't need to know that. “I’m gonna go ahead and get changed. Meet you in the car?”

“Uh..yea sure.” You know he’s still suspicious from his hesitation. Taking one last look towards your bedroom - where he could swear the noise directly came from - then at you flashing your most innocent smile, he strides from your living room and to your door. “Aye try not to take so long. I wanna get there before I’m 60.”

Rolling your eyes, you just nudge his chest - well try to at least - urging him past the threshold and choosing to ignore his little jab as he chuckles on the other side.

“What’d he want?”

Turning your head, you’re equal parts annoyed and flustered seeing Ari - your boyfriend not boyfriend? - standing in the doorway of your bedroom naked as the day he arrived on Earth. His sun kissed skin, smooth and toned, with dark hair sprinkled along his strong and defined pecs, arms, and legs. Being a linebacker for the NFL, you wouldn’t expect anything less than the gladiator physique

“He wants to take me out for Valentine’s Day. And what was that? You promised you’d stay quiet.”

“I’m sorry somebody threw my shirt behind the bed,” he retorts rubbing the back of his head with a wince checking to make sure no blood was left on his fingers

“Get mad at yourself then. That was your doing when you took it off me in the middle of the night.”

A smirk forms on his pretty lips remembering that exact moment. You lying peacefully on your side throughly exhausted from your earlier rounds. Lips pouted as your even breaths fanned across his arm under your head.

With your backside positioned right in front of his crotch, he just couldn’t help letting his large hands wander and mouth attack your neck and shoulder. Feeling you push back on him amid your tired groan, he silently chuckled before his shirt on you was gone and moans were filling the room again.

“Oh yea,” he chuckles biting his lip. “Definitely should do that again when we get back.”

“Ari I’m going with Marshall,” you say gently brushing past him for your closet to find something to wear.

“I was here first though.” Even with your back to him you can clearly see his toddler like pout. How his thick arms are more than likely now crossed on his chest. And you can’t lie, the adorable reaction makes you want to stay to make him happy again.

When did you turn so soft for him?

“But he’s my brother,” you call over your shoulder as you scan through your dresses. “I’m not gonna say no if he wants to spend time with me.” Ari knew he couldn’t get too upset at that, but that didn’t stop the small ache at his ruined plans.

“Plus I uh thought dinner last night was it?”

“That was the main plan, but I dunno..was open to see where it went,” he mumbles towards the end with a shrug. At his slightly defeated tone, you turn around unfamiliar with this side of him. Since your first meeting, he maintained that confident and uncaring attitude he carried on the field

Some might even call it arrogance how he paraded around with chest puffed and that signature tilted smile

Stepping towards him - a dress in each hand - you give him a sympathetic smile wanting to hold him but restraining yourself

“Maybe we can do something tomorrow? Or later this week,” you suggest.

His tongue clicks against his cheek. “I’m busy this week. Maybe you could come to my game for once..?”

Ari’s playful, blue eyes and finger tapping under your chin makes you softly giggle. “You know I can’t.”

“No one would know who you’re there for. Just a fan lucky enough to get in a suite.”

“Or someone wonders why Marshall’s sister is there,” you counter. He simply tilts his head back and forth. There goes that hint of disappointment again. “One day though.”

A fraction of that brilliant smile returns on his lips making you feel somewhat better. “One day,” he begrudgingly agrees before his gaze drifts to the dresses in your hands. He goes back and forth for a moment before pointing to the shortsleeved, burgundy knee length dress in your left hand

“This one. And take your black sweater. The long one you usually wear because you know you’re gonna get cold.”

Your stomach flutters as a shy, “thank you” leaves your lips and his soon press against yours. Softly at first, but then moving together how they were last night - and many times before then. So passionate and needy until you’re both left breathless yet still craving more

“Get dressed. He’ll be calling soon,” Ari says leaving one final peck on the corner of your tingly mouth. “I can use the spare to lock up.”

Then that guilty feeling returns. The same one that you’ve tried ignoring the past few times you’ve hung out with him, but just couldn’t shake immediately thinking of your brother. How you’re slowly yet surely falling for his rival

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 26 - A Good Boss || Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader

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Summary: Consider a scenario in which you and your boss are into each other. It doesn't happen very often, right? Now imagine that your boss is Santiago Pope Garcia, and he already knows you better than anyone else on the operational team…

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1010

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Wall Sex First-person narrative style is used in this fic

Santiago Garcia was watching me; he watched me constantly nowadays; he was the head of the operation I was part of; he was the same man who had me standing over his desk not a week ago, pleading for his cum.

Here he was, practically eye-fucking me. It's just a matter of getting your work done, you moron, I thought to myself. Don't pay attention to him, ignore him, pretend he doesn't exist.

I got absolutely nothing done during the rest of the day, my mind drifting to that night. Because I was staring at my screen so hard, I didn't notice that the rest of our team had left. As I finish packing up, I rush to the door. I hear him call out to me as I walk past his office. My heart races as I turn to him. "Yes, Mr Garcia?"

As he saunters to the door frame, grinning, he takes his time looking at me from top to bottom; after what seems like an eternity, he responds, "Why have you ignored me the entire day?"

Looking him square in the eye, I say, "You know why, it was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened."

I remember you enjoying yourself quite a bit," Santiago whispers, grazing the back of my cheek with his fingers.

Glaring at him, I smack his hand away. "That doesn't mean shit, and you know it. Fuck you for thinking otherwise, you cocky bastard." Turning, I turn to walk out, but am thrown against the wall before I could go too far.

"Quite a mouth on you, I like it better when you moan my name," he closes in on me and pushes me against the wall, mouth close to my ear, one hand resting on the wall beside my face, the other trailing down my chest.

I try to leave again, but his hand flies to my throat.

Santiago whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe, "I know you have been thinking about it. Don't deny it."

With a struggle, I spit out, "I haven't. I don't care about cocky, self-centered idiots."

Suddenly, I'm yanked into his office, the door closing behind us. He warns, "I'll fuck you until you're too tired even to speak."

As our lips crash together, I try desperately to get him off me, but he is just too strong for me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask.

My chest presses into the wood as Garcia forces me onto the desk. Kicking my legs apart, I curse myself for wearing a skirt that day, hating that he was right - this is exactly what I wanted, as evidenced by the damp spot on my underwear.

He pulls my underwear off without warning, tearing my cry from me; he plunges a finger into me, up to his knuckle, with full, unhindered access.

As I recall the last time I was bent over this desk, my cunt flutters around the intrusion as I moan loudly like a whore.

Adding another finger, he scissors me open; at least he had the courtesy to work me open first. As he continues to fuck me, pleasure starts to rise; adding another finger, he continues to fuck me with his fingers.

As I turn my head to look at Santiago, I see his bulge clearly visible as he stares intently at his fingers.

I whimper, the pleasure almost reaching its peak. As I pressed back against him, he thrusts his fingers faster, forcing me back down onto the desk. He pulls out completely just as my orgasm crests.

In a chuckle, Santiago pulls himself out of his pants and says, "You don't get to cum until I tell you." Rubbing his engorged cock against my slit, my hips pitch uncontrollably.

You are a wanton whore. Does your superior teasing you with his cock turn you on, Y/N?"

Almost unable to contain myself, I moan, "Fuck you." Just as my pleasure started up again, I shout as he pushes to the hilt inside of me.

It feels like I'm being torn apart, his thick length filling me, his pink bulbous head kissing my cervix; I swear I can feel every vein, his balls pressing firmly against my clitoral region.

Then, he pulled out up to the tip, pressing a hand against my spine, setting a punishing pace, skin slapping against skin, desk making horrific sounds as it rocks with Santiago's every hard push.

Garcia flips me onto my back and hooks my legs onto his shoulders.

My juices leak down the crack of my ass as Santiago smacks his dick onto my mound.

He pushes back into me as he looks at me, continuing his slow pace; he keeps my gaze, and every time I close my eyes, he smacks my cunt, causing a whimper; he takes pleasure in my moans, taking pleasure at the fact that I hadn't cum yet, basking in my pleasured frustrations. His arms are tightly wrapped around my waist as he lifts my almost ragdoll body against the wall, continuing to pound furiously. “You like that, don’t you?” Santiago asks, pressing his lips down on my earlobe as he grunts in my ear. “You like having me inside, huh?” His strong hands hold my ass firmly, keeping me from falling.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him use and abuse me the entire time. “Oh, fuck, Santiago, fuck, yes!” I make sure my legs are tightly wrapped around his snapping hips.

"Cum on my thick cock, little one," he encourages.

In my orgasm, I clench so hard that he is nearly forced out. Electricity shocks through every nerve in my body as I roll my head back, resting it against the wall.

In one final thrust, Santiago grasps my neck with his teeth, filling me with his warm seed. Every rope splashes against my cervix, filling me to the brim as Santiago lets out a loud grunt of satisfaction. "Well, we see you're capable of being a good girl if you want to be."

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Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day Six

@monthofsick | day six: post-adrenaline puking

once again, i am revisiting some days i missed because im not feeling the last few prompts at this time.

(also once again these characters originally belonged to @simplysickness but they have given the characters to me)

if you have any requests or questions feel free to send (please send)!

tw emeto, caffeine overload, brief/vague mention of mental health issues, bad coping mechanisms

In the dimly lit garage, the scent of motor oil hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of sweat as Xavier tinkered with his bike, his hands deftly maneuvering around the engine with practiced precision. The fluorescent glow of the overhead lights cast sharp shadows across his furrowed brow, accentuating the lines of fatigue etched into his features.

"Hey, Cass," Xavier called out, his voice rough from exhaustion as he glanced over his shoulder to where Cassidy sat on the tabletop of his workbench, leaning against the workbench, concern etched into his features. "Hand me that wrench, would you?"

Cassidy stepped forward, handing over the tool with a gentle touch, his eyes scanning Xavier's face with worry. "You sure you're up for this, Xav? You look like you haven't slept in days."

Xavier chuckled, the sound hollow in the confines of the garage. "Just needing a bit of a distraction lately. Not sure why, maybe with you and Amity being in college, need something to fill my time."

Xavier reached beside him, knocking back the last of the can that Cassidy brought him. Probably much to one of his boyfriends' dismay.

"How many of those have you hit today?" Cassidy asked.

"Three, maybe?" Xavier said, "It's my last one, promise. I'm almost done anyway."

Cassidy's expression softened with understanding, though a flicker of concern still lingered in his gaze. "You've been pushing yourself too hard, Xav. Racing every chance you get. Aren't you supposed to only focus on the circuit?"

"I don't have to," Xavier shrugged, "Besides, the more I race, the better I do on the circuit."

"Yeah, and you look like you haven't slept in days," Cassidy said, "If you don't slow down you'll get yourself sick."

Xavier's shoulders tensed slightly, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. "I can handle it, Cass. I've been doing this for years."

But even as he spoke, a wave of nausea swept over him, a harsh reminder of the toll his rigorous schedule was taking on his body. He swallowed back the bile and the sickening sweetness of the last energy drink he had rising in his throat, his grip tightening on the wrench as he forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

Cassidy reached out, a hand coming to rest on Xavier's shoulder, the touch grounding and reassuring. "Just promise me you'll take it easy after this race, okay? Your health comes first."

Xavier met Cassidy's gaze, a flicker of gratitude softening the exhaustion in his eyes. "I promise," he murmured, the weight of his words heavy in the air between them.

Race day dawned with the sky painted in hues of fiery orange and soft pink, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of gasoline. Xavier stood at the edge of the track, clad in his racing gear, the vibrant colors of his suit a stark contrast to the pallor of his complexion. Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Xavier felt like maybe, just maybe he did too much in too little of time.

Cassidy stood nearby, a knot of worry twisting in his stomach as he watched Xavier's trembling hands lift another energy drink to his lips, knocking it back like it was a shot of liquor as opposed to an excessive amount of caffeine. The telltale signs of too much caffeine were impossible to miss, the jittery tremors a stark contrast to Xavier's usual steady demeanor. He approached Xavier with a gentle touch, concern etched into every line of his face.

"Xav, maybe you should sit this one out," Cassidy suggested softly, his voice laced with worry. "You're not in any condition to race."

But Xavier's jaw clenched stubbornly, his gaze fixed on the track. "I can't back out now, Cass. I've trained for this, I've worked for this. I can't just give up. I can't let the last month and a half be for nothing."

Cassidy reached out, cupping Xavier's trembling hands in his own. But, it hurt. Or something, Xavier wasn't sure how to explain it.

"I know you want this, Xav," Cassidy murmured, his voice gentle but firm. "But pushing yourself like this, it's not worth risking your health. There will be other races, other opportunities."

But Xavier shook his head, his gaze unwavering as he met Cassidy's eyes with a fierce intensity. "I have to do this, Cass. For me, for us. I need to prove that I can still compete, that I'm not just a has-been."

Cassidy's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in Xavier's words. He wanted nothing more than to wrap Xavier in his arms, to shield him from the relentless pressure weighing him down. And it was all pressure he was putting on himself, Cassidy knew that. But he was putting that pressure on himself as a coping mechanism, Amity explained that many times. Putting race pressure on himself, putting excessive caffeine in his body, it was a coping mechanism to avoid facing his internal struggles. A bad coping mechanism, but a mechanism nonetheless.

"I have to go, race time," Xavier said, knocking back the last of the can he had, handing it over to Cassidy, proving it was empty, making a statement that was the last one.

As Xavier crossed the finish line, a surge of triumph surged through his weary body, the deafening roar of the crowd echoing in his ears like a symphony of victory. But as the adrenaline that had propelled him through the race began to fade, a wave of nausea swept over him with crippling intensity.

The world spun around him in a dizzying blur, his vision swimming with dark spots as he fought to keep his balance. He needed to get off the track, for several reasons.

Cassidy's voice cut through the haze of exhaustion, sharp with concern as he rushed to Xavier's side, a hand coming to rest on his quivering shoulder. "Xav, are you okay? You don't look so good."

Xavier swallowed back the bile rising in his throat, the taste of stomach acid and the energy drink a strange mix of sweet and bitter on his tongue as he forced a weak smile, continuing to walk off to the side with his bike, "I'm fine, Cass. Just need a minute to catch my breath, that's all."

But even as he spoke, a violent wave of nausea tore through him, his stomach lurching with agonizing intensity. Xavier staggered to a halt, his hands trembling as he struggled to unclasp the helmet strapped to his head.With a strangled gasp, Xavier ripped off his helmet, the cool air of the racetrack washing over his clammy skin in a welcome relief.

Cassidy's brow furrowed with worry as he watched Xavier's pallor turn ashen, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he clutched at his stomach.

"Xav, you need to sit down," Cassidy insisted, his voice urgent with concern. "You're not okay."

But Xavier waved him off weakly, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he fought to keep the contents of his churning stomach at bay. "I just... need a moment," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a trembling hand, Cassidy reached out, offering Xavier a steadying arm as he guided him to a nearby bench, the cold metal biting into Xavier's aching muscles as he collapsed onto the hard surface. The world spun around him in a dizzying whirl, the sounds of the racetrack fading into a distant haze as darkness threatened to consume him whole.

As Xavier sat on the hard metal bench, the world around him seemed to spin faster and faster, the cacophony of voices and engines blending into a disorienting symphony of chaos. With each passing moment, the relentless grip of nausea tightened its hold on him, a suffocating weight pressing down on his chest.

Cassidy hovered nearby, his features etched with concern as he watched Xavier's condition deteriorate with growing alarm.

"Xav, I told you this would happen," he said softly, his voice tinged with panic as he reached out a hand to steady Xavier's trembling form.

But before Xavier could respond, a violent wave of nausea tore through him, the contents of his stomach rising up with agonizing force. With a strangled gasp, he doubled over, retching violently onto the ground, the bitter taste of bile filling his mouth with every heave.

Disgust and dismay washed over Xavier in a sickening wave as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, the acrid stench of vomit lingering in the air like a foul miasma. Shame burned hot in his chest as he glanced up at Cassidy, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Cass," Xavier murmured, his voice thick with self-loathing. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

But Cassidy's expression softened with compassion as he knelt beside Xavier, a hand coming to rest on his trembling shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle but firm. "You pushed yourself too hard, that's all. Let's get you home."

With Cassidy's steady support, Xavier struggled to his feet, his legs trembling beneath him as he leaned heavily on his boyfriend for support. The world spun around him in a dizzying blur, the sounds of the racetrack fading into a distant haze as he stumbled toward his bike. The weight of his exhaustion was draggung him down like an anchor in the storm, but he needed to take care of things before they could go.

“Hey, hey,” Cassidy said, “Here. Let me help. And then we really should get you home… and in bed.”

Xavier glanced up at Cassidy, a flicker of gratitude softened the edges of his despair, a reminder that no matter how far he fell, his boyfriend would always be there to lift him back up again.

“I’m sorry,” Xavier said, “Seriously.”

Cassidy nodded, “Yeah, I know. It’s okay…”

#emeto #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #emetophilia #caffeine overdose tw #bad coping mechanisms tw #tw bad coping mechanisms #novemetober 2023 #novemetober rescheduled

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youre-ackermine · 1 year

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i'm here requesting drabble 21 of the drunk drabbles vol 2, my eVal!! take all the time you need, please and thank you ♥️🤗 can't wait to read more stuff from you 👏🏻

Hey Sunshine ☀️❤️

Thank you for requesting a drabble & sorry for the late reply!!

I had fun writing this, even if I made it more difficult for me: i'm trying to write a whole story with this Drunk Drabbles challenge.

I hope this silly work is worth the wait & that you'll enjoy it 🫶

Kith 😘

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English is not my usual language

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This drabble is the 3rd part of a story. Links to part 1 Dumbstruck & part 2 Night Out.

Drabble prompt 21 "Shut up, you're drunk!"

Flushing

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Nanaba

Wordcount: 1920 approx.

Modern AU / sfw / non-binary Hange / cussing / alcohol / drunkenness / vomiting

"How come you haven't tripped & died under a pile of shit yet?"

Levi was winding his way to Hange's bathroom while they searched the wobbling shelf next to their desk.

He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The room was filled with stale air. The tiling had obviously not seen a mop in ages judging by how sticky it was. Dirty dishes had been left in the sink and stained clothes were slung all over the place. Countless books were randomly piled up on the floor and on the coffee table next to what had once been food - or so he hoped.

Hange's tiny apartment was an absolute nightmare and he wondered how they could live in such a pigsty. He broke into a cold sweat thinking about using their toilet but he couldn't wait any longer. Fucking beer always made him pee like crazy.

"Did you know that when we wee, we wee enough wee every month to fill a bath?! Awesome! Right, Shorty?"

Hange's boisterous voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh and, spread across their lifetime, most people spend an average of one whole year sitting on the toilet!"

He rolled his eyes as expected of him, but he couldn't help but smirk at the silly science facts they never failed to slip into the conversation.

"Pipe down, Four-Eyes! I'm gonna pee my pants listening to your stupid bullshit!"

He hurried to the bathroom, pushed and closed the door in a brisk movement, but suddenly froze and let out an annoyed grunt realizing he couldn't lock it.

He glanced around only to find his worst fears come true: the bathroom set out an advanced stage of filthiness and the toilet bowl was covered in brown stains, not to mention the traces of black mold on the walls. Yuck! Calling it revolting was an understatement at this point.

Shit! No time to delay now, he had to settle for that. He unbuckled his belt in a hurry and pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion.

Nothing could compare to the relief he felt right now, his eyelids half-closed with satisfaction.

The job was almost done when the clatter broke next door. Someone wasn't careful enough not to stumble over Hange's junk heap it seemed.

A high-pitched voice suddenly cut through the uproar.

"Hans! Bestie! You heeere? Wh-why? Whot happen't wizch the s-seggzy sh-short stufff? Wh-where'z he iz?"

Hange's neighbour, Nanaba.

"Holy Walls, Nans! Shut up, you're drunk!" Hange replied in a voice tinged with panic. They hoped Levi didn't hear their friend's ramblings. "Don't go to the bathroom, it's…"

"Need a con-" the blonde yelled. "How d'ya say it? Sh-sh-shit!" she mumbled. "A condom!" she resumed yelling more intelligibly. "I need a fucking condom right now!"

"...occupied!" Hange finished their sentence.

A bit too late though: Nanaba just opened the bathroom door.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened in shock. "He…he'zz heere Hans, ya know?" she squealed over her shoulder, one hand still on the doorknob, the other gripping the doorframe to prevent herself from falling down.

Levi was looking back at her, his hands covered in foaming soap over the washbasin and a smug plastered on his handsome face.

"Good evening to you too, Nana!" he sneered. "Big one tonight, huh? Looks like you dished booze out large, didn't you?"

"Hi Munchkin!" she cooed, "ya alone in heere? Yer sssooo prrre-tty, ya know zzatt?"

She tried to wink at him but closed both eyes instead.

"Never thought you were the flirty type of drunk, Nana."

"Don-don't be ridi-ridiculush! 'm not that drunk, ya know! 'lways found ya prett-tty face sssooo cute, ya know, but Hans, well, ya know right?"

"Holy shit you're so hammered, Nana!" Levi rinsed the soap off his hands and looked around for a towel to wipe his dripping hands. To his dismay, there was none.

Nanaba's legs suddenly gave way beneath her and two strong - but still wet - hands pulled her to safety on the toilet seat. She bobbed her head and started to sob.

"Oh Levi, 'm sssooo sssooorrry! I ruined your da-date wizzss Hans! Ooooh my head!"

Tears welled up in her eyes and she clung on to Levi for dear life. Fuck!

"Come over here, Four-Eyes!" he shouted. "Need your help for fuck's sake!"

He kneeled in front of the poor girl, wiping the tears that rolled down her cheeks and swept her blonde bang from her sweaty face. His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Please don't move Nana, ok?" he said softly.

He got up, making sure to keep a hand on her shoulder, and groped for some painkillers in the cupboard.

"Bring a clean glass too, Four-Eyes!" he yelled. "Well, if you can find one in this shithole I mean!"

Nanaba burst into tears and uttered in between sobs: "ya know they 've a crrrush, right? 'lways had, ya know? 'm speak'n' of years 'n years!"

Shit! Levi was confused and a little bit angry to hear that. He started to review all possible candidates in his head and his disappointment gradually showed on his sad face.

Nanaba instantly figured out what was on his mind and added in a breath "I meant ya, Sweetie! Hans'z got a crrrush 'n ya!"

She giggled.

Levi felt a sudden heat rushing up to his face and ears, his heart skipping a beat and then pounding loudly in his chest, his mouth drying as he tried to gulp.

He took a deep breath to try and regain composure.

"Yer zzze cu-test cutie pie, all flust'ed 'n' shiiitt!" she said with a gentle smile that was soon covered by her hand, her eyes widened in silent panic. "Gonna puke!" she blurted out as she slightly leaned forward to try and get up.

Unfortunately, she had not time enough to turn to the toilet and painted Levi's clothes with a foul greenish liquid before he could escape the vomit trajectory.

That's when Hange finally hurried into the bathroom, a glass of water in one hand, the fingers of the other hand folded on what looked like a tiny piece of plastic.

"Nooo! I'm so so sorry Shorty! Nanaba threw up all over you!" they apologized.

"No shit, Four-Eyes!" Levi deadpanned, rolling his eyes in irritation. "Pass Nana the glass of water and try and find a fucking mop!"

"On it, Shorty! I think I have one somewhere…" they replied.

Hange ran out of the bathroom. Levi and Nanaba could hear them searching the main room, cursing every once in a while as they bumped into a piece of furniture or dropped something from their messy shit.

Unbelievable.

Levi stepped back and started to take off his wet shirt, wrinkling his nose at the stomach-churning smell. Luckily his pants had been spared but the shirt was definitely ruined. He let out a long sigh as he crumpled it into a ball and looked at Nanaba.

She was drinking water slowly not to gag, her eyes and nose reddened, tiredness showing on her pale face. She looked back at him and smiled faintly.

"Thank you so much for taking care of me, Levi," she said, almost in a whisper.

Getting rid of her stomach contents had brought her usual elocution back. "You're so sweet, Shortcakes, you know that? No wonder Hange's so in lo-".

All messy hair and sweaty face, Hange loudly barged into the bathroom before Nanaba could finish her sentence, brandishing a broom and a sullied floor cloth.

"Got it!" they beamed.

Stopped in their tracks by the awkward atmosphere filling the narrow place, their look went back and forth from Nanaba's dazed expression to Levi's flushed face a few times before their eyes lingered on Levi's bare chest, making him flush even harder and avert his gaze.

Nanaba cleared her throat.

"Ahem, well, this is not what you…" she started.

Hange didn't let her finish.

"Sorry to interrupt but here's stuff to clean the mess or whatever…" she said, handing said stuff over to Levi with a grin. "I still didn't find all of my lab notes, I have to rummage in my drawers a little more I'm afraid!"

Grasping the mop and bucket from them, he stammered: "whe-wher-...my…my sh-shirt's soaking wet and stinks like hell's butt…d'you…do…do you…where…"

Fucking hell! He felt so stupid!

"Plastic bags in the drawer over there, Shorty!" They gestured casually towards the washbasin.

"Come on with me, Nans! We're putting you to bed, you must be exhausted Bestie, right?"

They gently took Nanaba's hand and dragged her out of the bathroom.

"You take my bed for the night! No no no don't argue with me! We planned that I sleep over at Levi's anyway, I must be at my lab early in the morning!" they added in a falsely cheerful tone that fooled no one.

Nanaba knew better than to protest and followed her best friend to their tiny, cluttered bedroom. She jumped on the mattress and slid under sullied sheets that had not seen the inside of a washing machine for some time. But she was too tired to even care.

As Hange leaned down to tuck her in and gently graze her forehead, Nanaba wrapped her fingers around their wrist to catch their attention.

"Hey, Hans!" she whispered. "You mad? Your smile shouts 'fake' so loud it's ridiculous and you look like shit!"

"Well…I'm not mad, not really… rather…sad I guess…"

They sat on the edge of the bed, bowed their head in a dejected manner, their joined hands resting on their lap.

"But don't even think about me, you must take some rest!" they insisted.

"Ok, something's wrong here, you must listen to me! Nothing happened over there between us, ya know?! Shortcakes just took care of me and got rid of his stinky shirt after that, that's all!" she stated lively.

Hange looked up at her, their eyes lit up with a hint of hope.

After a pause, their roommate bowed her head and tentatively went on: "I…I may have screwed up…I'm…I'm sorry, I…I may have told Levi you like him."

"Holy shit, Nans! You what??" Hange blurted out. "Why did you do that? I thought we were friends, I trusted you! You were not supposed to tell him! Or anyone else by the way!"

They grazed their hand over their face, pinched the bridge of their nose and let out a long sigh.

"How am I supposed to spend the rest of the evening with Shorty as if nothing weird is hanging over us? Fuck! I'm so fucked!"

"Please, Hans, forgive me! I didn't intend to tell him! It just slipped out! Come on, Hans! It's not like he had been disgusted by the idea, ya know!"

"What do you mean?" Hange asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he blushed like a teenager! I bet he likes you back!" Nanaba clapped her hands in excitement. "I think you'll find a good way to use this latex thingy that's in your hand!" she added with a wink.

"Holy Walls! What do you mean?" Hange quickly shoved the infamous item in their pocket.

"Doesn't make things any less weird, Nans!" They frowned as they paused to think for a while.

"Well, I'll try to figure out how to behave around him. Maybe he didn't believe you?" they replied, their voice full of a deceptive hope. "You were practically dead drunk after all!"

"What? I was not that drunk! I still have pants on, you see?" She defended herself.

"Oh Sweetie…" Hange said gently.

"What?"

"Those are not your pants!"

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Thank you so much Terra my Darling @dont-f-with-moogles for beta reading & for your support 😘

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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can you do prompt 30/9/23 with atz jongho?

It was a bit tricky tbh😭💓

Warnings: nudity, implied fingering(?)

Prompt list.

09: "Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

23: "No one has ever done that to me before."

30: "Show me."

FWB.

Pairing: jongho×reader

Genre: fluff, smut/flirty

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"Come on, lay down before I change my mind!" Jongho, your masseuse friends with benefits, said as he patted the free spot on the massage bed.

"I'm kinda nervous," you awkwardly chuckled.

He gave you a deadpan look, "seriously? Now you are nervous? What about when I was balls deep in you? You weren't nervous then."

"Hey! That's different… I never had a massage ever before," you mumbled.

Jongho laughed, "you never got a massage!?"

"Listen, not everyone goes to a high-end salon to get a massage done!" You hmphed.

"Ha, don't waste my time. Get on it, lemme make you feel the best," he winked. "I will make your world rock."

You smiled suggestively, "yeah?" Your breath fanned over his face as you stepped closer to him on tiptoes to bite his earlobe. "Naked or covered?"

Jongho's hands toyed with the knot of your robe. He gently pulled them until they were untangled. The front of your robe opened slightly, showing your tattooed sternum. It was a black wild rose.

"The customers' privates are always covered and to mention that according to the rules I can only work on someone with a dick. But I'll make an exception here and let you be naked all over my table," he traced the rose with his feather-light touch. "Show me," he whispered.

You didn't need to be told twice, you shrugged off the robe and presented your body art to him. "What now?" You innocently asked.

"On your stomach on the table."

Following his command, you lay on your stomach. Jongho shuffled around before the room was filled with soft melody. You slightly flinched when the warm oil dripped on your spine. He didn't even start and you were already content.

His heavy yet soft hands glided over your back so perfectly. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan. "Oh yeah! Right ther- ohh."

Jongho silently chuckled at your cute state. His naughty hands traveled towards your ass. He gently caressed and squeezed them. Your eyes shot open.

"More," your shivery voice demanded.

"Your wish my command, my Lady," he touched you in all the right spots that made you moan louder and cum in just a few minutes. You now understood why people loved to go for these kinds of massages.

"Jongho, no one has ever done that to me before," you sighed, still getting over your high.

"I always make you feel what your dumbass boyfriends could never," he smugly walked and sat on the floor where he could see your fucked up face.

"You are so full of yourself," you both giggled.

"In my opinion, it's a good thing, because I mean it and show it," he winked.

After getting dressed back, you stood in front of Jongho. He still had two more appointments to get through, so you had to go first.

"Before you go… I have something to say," Jongho spoke.

"Mhm."

"Well, you see we are best friends for so long and we are having sex for a long… I was wondering if we could, you know, introduce each other as girlfriend and boyfriend?" He nervously looked at you.

Your smirk grew, knowing well that this day wasn't far away. "Yeah?"

"Y-yeah."

"I think it's a cool idea," you bit your lip.

His eyes widened and smile stretched to the north, "yeah, pretty cool indeed."

"Idiot, why haven't you kissed me yet?" You pulled him in a romantic kiss. His plump lips melted against yours in an instant.

"Shit, this is official right?" He asked.

"It's official!"

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#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez jongho #ateez choi jongho #jongho fluff #jongho smut #jongho x reader #prompts

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daman19942 · 5 months

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Get to know you: Sims Style

Thank you to @executables-sims for the tag! Took me a few days, but this was fun to fill out.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Easy, death by Cowplant! It's so iconic and peak Sims-ridiculousness. That it made its way into future games is no surprise. Plus, I don't have a ton of accidental death in my game, and the Cowplant keeps me on my toes.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match as much as possible. I love TS2's aesthetic, even is some of it appears dated. My game certainly looks better in 2023 than it did in 2004, but it is still recognizably TS2

Do you cheat your sims weight?

No, I let it happen organically. Especially because I use Simler90's Slower Fitness Increase and Nopke's Fitness Decay, both of which really make you work for it. They are essential to my gameplay, but mean more of my sims have a high body skill than is probably normal. They are doing their best!

Do you move objects?

Of course. Why it isn't enabled in my UserStartup file is a question I ask myself daily.

Favorite Mod?

I have more than 500 mods so I don't know how I can pick. I could just say NUMENOR in all-caps to say everything he's done. But I'll go with a recent favorite, Nyami's Actual Alcohol Mod, because it adds chaos to gameplay and chaos is good.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Living. We are in Live Mode, folks!

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

In an older prompt, I answered with Daniel Monona, but since then it's definitely been Duke Patricio. I've made him 3 times (in my OG 2000's game, where he married Nina Caliente, in a Base Game Starter hood, and again in my 2020's game). He and Zeeshan are my favorite couple and I'm sad they are so close to old age because I've had so much fun playing them (but I've also been giving them way too many extra days with Elixir of Life or Life Fruit).

Ari is #2, but I haven't played him for a bit because I'm stuck on what to do with him as a Vampire...

Have you made a simself?

Nope, only one of my old TS2 Exchange avatar, which was intentionally not what I look like.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Never really thought about this, but maybe black?

Favorite EA hair?

Two male hairs, Rocker and Shortmop. Those two haircuts were iconic in my 2000's saves. Jeanette is my favorite CC hair.

Favorite life stage?

Teens. It's where my sims start to develop their personalities, and I begin to think about what I want them to do. They also haven't fully grown into their facial features yet, so you can get all sorts of good and bad surprises. Plus, they can cause lots of of trouble.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I still consider myself a builder, even though I play my game much more frequently these days. But I think 400+ uploaded lots in my time playing this game allows me to hold onto that label.

Are you a CC creator?

I guess so! Learning how to mesh and use Milkshape in the last year has radically changed how I see myself in the TS2 community, and has stolen so many days from me (the trial and error of making, and the trial and error of uploading), but its been a very fun skill to develop.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I love my mutuals but I don't interact with other accounts too often. I don't post on a Sims discord or anything. Maybe I should?!

Do you have any sims merch?

I do not.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No and I would definitely not have time to produce one!

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Loaded question time! For one, my game is much more LGBTQ+ than when I shared neighborhood save files with my siblings growing up. Now that it's my game, exploring different relationships with my sims is one of my favorite parts of play.

I've also become much more Maxis Match as I get older. The 2000's were a wild west for CC creation, and my old saves are bursting at the seams with painted-on clothes and the mid-decade emo aesthetic that I have absolutely no interest in playing in 2023.

Lastly, my build style used to be modern and CFE heavy, but now I prefer traditional (modern works better in TS3) and makeovers.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

I'll take a historical approach to answering this, because there are many active creators whose work I love, but I also try to preserve the legacies of the original TS2 pioneers. Here are 5:

Numenor - The Modfather. His mods did more to expand this game than just about anyone in the heyday of TS2. If you are reading this, you know who Numenor is. Need I say more? Windkeeper - Probably the best Maxis Match CC of the old era. Her stuff holds up remarkably well. en7en - aka "That Pagoda Guy." Yeah, he's the CFE genius who made the Eiffel Tower and disappeared way too soon. A huge inspiration on my old build style. Ehaught58 - one of the great builders across many different Sims eras. I need to upload some of his old TS2 lots. I wish I could still access his Exchange page because it was a treasure trove. His lots were often huge and unfriendly to old machines but would be fine now. A very recognizable build style (dark woods, earth tones). Daihtnaoz7 - If he did nothing but discover CFE he'd still be a legend. But he also wrote the single bridge, double bridge, and atrium tutorials, demonstrating how to best take advantage of this new cheat. A literal gamechanger. I paid tribute to him here.

Honorable mentions: Cyclonesue (TSR), Hatshepsut (TSR), Tiko (TSR), PiaNouka (Exchange), GoddessByline (Exchange), Wintermuteai1, Minideidad (Exchange), Cireking213 (Exchange, still around as CK213 for TS3 and TS4).

How long have you had Simblr?

I think I made this in Spring 2020. Right as COVID was shutting everything down, I found myself playing TS2 a lot more and eventually discovered Simblr. The old, big sites are either shells of their former selves (MTS), or don't allow TS2 content anymore (TSR), so I figured if I wanted to be active in the TS2 community nearly 20 after the game came out, I had to be on Tumblr.

How do you edit your pictures?

I have a Photoshop action that crops, brightens, and sharpens, and somehow pictures still take me way too long.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite?

Answering for the first 3 games (as I haven't played TS4)

TS1 - Makin Magic! A perfect final EP for the first game. Though Unleashed was probably my very first EP. TS2 - University (I'm in the minority here, but it's so much fun when you have big dorms or chaotic houses). Seasons is #2 TS3 - Late Night. Bridgeport is gorgeous and the new lot styles were fun and I wish they could be ported in TS2.

Tagging: @katatty @lilakartoffelbrei and @bayoubashsims if you haven't gone yet!

#Tag meme

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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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In a Doll's House

Choso x Reader || Birthday Candles

a/n: Last "Make a Wish" prompt completed, so so long after the list has been put up... I learned a lot about my own stamina and availability so thank you for your patience!

cw: spoilers for the death-womb painting arc, but if you haven't made it that far, I'm not sure why you're here... otherwise, no major warnings as far as I know

The long table was set. Ribbons and lanterns were strung between tree branches.

Vibrant bursts of flowers brightened the setting and added to the festive feel of the little party.

Choso was lingering uncomfortably in the shade between two trees. His family was somewhere beyond the other side of the clearing that was being used to host the party. He could hear them. They sounded happy and that lifted some of the tension from his shoulders.

He should go to them. You'd told him it would be fine. You were happily humming as you straightened utensils and brought food to the table.

Your expression was so bright when you looked at him every once in a while. Checking in.

It sent butterflies alight in his belly. It made it hard to go.

This would be his brothers' first birthday party, and their first one together. He supposed it was technically his too, that was what you reminded him every time he had tried to insert himself into the planning process. At the same time you reminded him that he should not be responsible for his own party.

Choso had been an observer to the world ever since he was created. Confined as he was, he had done his best to watch over his siblings. As time had gone on, his world had shrunk smaller and smaller. Every thought was about his family. The rest of the world had begun to slip by in rain blurred colors.

Being incarnated and alive was new and wonderful and terrifying. The world was filled with beauty and cruelty. It was also so very loud.

There was so much of it. It still felt like things slid by a window through which he could see but not grasp hold of any of the chaos long enough to touch it, to feel it.

This quiet little place with all the people who were most important to him close at hand was so real.

You finally took some pity on him and held up a blue and a purple bit of ribbon for him and indicated that he should choose between the two.

When he chose purple, you tied the ribbon around the wide body of one of the vases.

The point was, doing things for others was his purpose, what he was good at. Having things done for him made him slightly nervous. Even this had started off as Eso tattling to you when he realized he had never planned a party before. The surprise had thankfully been ruined and Choso had been able to insist the others be celebrated with him.

You carefully straightened the cake stand, the cake inside hidden under its porcelain dome, and then stepped back with hands on your hips.

It appeared you were satisfied as you retreated to his side.

"It looks good," he said.

"It does, doesn't it?"

It did make a pretty picture, a few late spring flowers already drifting down to settle elegantly among the table settings and making it seem as though the whole thing had sprung up from the forest floor.

"Let's collect the others and then I'll let you all enjoy it." Your voice was achingly fond.

He still startled somewhat from his curled position. "You're not staying?"

"It's a family party," you replied, tilting your head at him.

Light slanted through your eyes and Choso tightened his arms against his chest.

He missed the way your attention briefly went to the ripple of muscle in his biceps.

"If there's anything Yuuji's taught me, it's that family isn't only about blood," he murmured.

"Maybe it is," you said, gripping your elbows. "At least you only use your blood for the people that matter."

He knew you meant him, but you were the same, weren’t you?

"Stay," he said. He unbent himself with some effort. "You worked so hard, you should at least get to enjoy it."

"I really couldn't intrude-"

"It's my birthday," he said. He couldn't help but smile just a little at your slightly flustered expression.

You blew out a breath. "Only if you let me sing for you."

"I think everyone sings together, but I can let you do a solo if you like.”

“Ah—“

He said things with such a straight face. Even when he smiled at your uncomfortable expression and wandered off into the woods to call his brothers, you weren’t entirely sure if he was joking.

“Oh—” Yuuji looked at you with wide eyes “— I didn’t know you could sing!”

“Well, anyone can sing happy birthday…” you laughed awkwardly.

“We’ve never done it before,” Eso said, leaning on his hand and peering between you and Choso.

Choso just looked at you with amusement.

“Do we each get a song?” Kechizu asked curiously.

“Yes,” Choso leaned close to Eso, mimicking his posture, “don’t we all get a song?”

“I don’t think that’s how-“ Yuuji started.

Only to get cut off by Eso’s sly chiding. “It’s our birthday. And we all share with each other.”

“Right, but usually you just add more names to the right part…” You sighed and scrubbed your hands across your face. “Okay.” You took a deep breath and patted your cheeks as though to wake yourself up. “Should we start with the youngest?” you asked.

The Kusozu were good sports about the whole thing, cheering as each song was finished with their names and quickly joining in to spare you some embarrassment. Choso was last, his name sweet on your tongue.

The final notes faded into a toast, your laughter at Yuuji and Kechizu’s insistence on toasting in every possible conformation rising above the hiss of a match lighting.

You had lifted the lid from the cake, holding it it one hand while you carefully lit each candle. Finishing four renditions of the song would have seen each one burnt down to a stub and the cake flooded with wax.

The sun had long set and the glimmer of the lights in the trees and the new flames wreathed everything in a soft, warm glow.

Over his protests that the younger ones should be the ones to blow out the candles, they hooked their arms around each other. All four of them leaned in, pulling one another close.

Choso glanced once more at you, the soft, warm smile on your face and the crinkling in the corner of your eyes. Then together, he and his brothers blew out the candles.

All light whisked out, and he kept blowing, his breath leaving his lungs endlessly until a rushing wind took all sound too.

He woke up. Clarity jolted through him on a sudden rushing inhale. His heart battered against his sternum, as though his breath really had been sucked out of his lungs on a wind that had suddenly ceased.

It felt real. Another reality painted on the other side of a glass window, moving slowly, shadows on the other side of a veil. Another world where they were still alive.

Choso blew a thin sigh through his pursed lips and threw his arm over his eyes. He tried to recall the feeling of that dream, the anticipation of it, the warmth, those familiar faces. He wanted to wrap the thin dream around his fingers like a silk scarf.

Just for a little while.

But dreams, he had found, drifted away so quickly in the world of humans.

Almost mindlessly, he shuffled from the room and into the kitchen for a glass of water and then a few more steps down the hall to peak in on Yuuji.

The boy was sprawled across his bed, tangled up among the bedclothes, hugging onto a pillow.

Choso leaned against the wall just outside the door, sipping from the glass and listening to Yuuji’s snuffling snores. Then he closed his eyes and felt that compass-like sense of the remaining suspended Kusozu, the last of his other siblings, pointing him in the direction of their storage.

He placed the glass carefully into the sink and padded back to his own room.

It felt like the place of a stranger, even with his own sheets just recently tossed aside and warmth still lingering between the layers. Faint starlight striped oddly through the window and tree branches. Irrationally, he wished that some of those lanterns you’d strung up for the party were here. A little of that golden glow would have been welcome. He didn’t even have a candle which he could light.

Yuuji had been trying to get Choso to add a more personal touch to his own room. Maybe he should listen.

With a faint sigh, he rummaged around in his bed until he found his phone tucked under a pillow. He had adjusted to the comfort of this modern distraction a little too well.

The time - late or very early depending on perspective - and the date glowed coldly on the black screen. Maybe he should pick a picture too. He had a lot of pictures of Yuuji from going around to the Tokyo sights.

He looked at the date dully, suddenly exhausted even though he doesn’t want to go back to sleep, not with the taste of that dream still on his tongue. A second waking would dilute it further. He had many pictures of Yuuji, and none of his other siblings.

When he had first been created, photography had not been invented yet. He hadn’t thought to use such a technology back then, and now he had nothing but memory.

He called you, fingers stirring listlessly across the screen before he could think too much about it.

It occurred to him too late that you would probably be asleep.

He pulled the phone away from his ear, thumb hovered over the “end call” button when the screen changed.

Your voice, sleep muffled, immediately called his name.

Choso was the eldest. It was up to him to understand his own emotions so that they didn’t get in others’ way. He knew that, objectively speaking, what he was feeling was grief and shock. Going from that bright, loving place to his own empty room and the true reality in which he lived, at an hour like this, was understandable but inexcusable. He would apologize and-

His silence had stretched on, but squinting at your own phone, it seemed you were still connected. You closed your eyes and nestled the phone near your ear.

“If you don’t want to talk…” you mumbled, “do you want me to talk? Just stay on the line until you’re sick of it I guess. Or until my phone dies. I don’t know where I put the charger— I think it’s in my room but I fell asleep on the couch and don’t want to get up—”

There was an odd security in hearing you murmuring mindlessly on the end of the line. Choso listened to every word, feeling an odd stab at his heart every time you said his name.

Choso, you’d never believe it they were out of my favorite at the convenience store and I had to walk all the way to the one fifteen minutes away. It was worth it though.

And.

Hey, Choso have you been to Kita yet? I got called out there the other day and the water was really pretty. We should take you there, even if you’ve gone before.

And.

Hmmm. What’s Choso’s favorite snack? I never see you eat. Isn’t that funny? We’ve never eaten together. You only drink when we go out, that’s not good for your health, you know…

"It's my brothers' birthday," he said suddenly, heavily, as you trailed off.

"Oh."

He heard the rustling shift of a body among cushions.

"Happy birthday to Kechizu and Eso then."

He was startled to hear their names. They were seldom spoken. They had died on the side of curses and sorcerers didn’t typically consider curses worth mourning. He was surprised you remembered them at all.

You laid in silence for a time. You’d been awake for a little while now, although you didn’t open your eyes to check how long. "Happy birthday to you too." It took you a minute to get there and the words were a little thick on your tongue, but if it was Kechizu and Eso’s day of incarnation, it must be Choso’s too.

In your hazy state, this seemed a profoundly intelligent bit of deduction and you congratulated yourself on it.

"How old are you?"

"One year older," he replied. He'd stopped counting as the years stretched on. He thought he would have counted though, for his brothers.

You still huffed a tired laugh. "Yeah. That is how that works, isn't it?" Even for people who had technically existed since a long long time ago.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Hm?” At some point he’d sat down on his bed and now he laid across it, thinking of you laying among your own nest of blankets somewhere far from here.

“If I brought you and Yuuji a cake tomorrow, would you eat it?”

The night pressed down on him. That was the heaviness over his chest, and nothing else.

“Yeah.”

“You have to try some.”

“Okay.” This body had of course eaten such things, but he hadn’t been in this body then. He struggled for something clever to say, but he hadn’t been meant for clever.

He had, however, been able to manage honest.

“If I tell you about Eso and Kechizu…”

“I’d listen.” I’ll always listen to what you want to tell me.

You weren’t quite awake enough to tell if you said that part out loud.

end note: "Kita" is a running trail by the water somewhere in the greater Tokyo area. As far as I know, I never went there. It's a bit distasteful, but I was thinking of a place with a lot of water for them to meet and apparently this is the kind of spot that is both popular with joggers and somewhere a lot of curses would gather in the jujutsu world. If you imagine the oc as a sorcerer, they probably would have been there for work but it is pretty in pictures, lots of sun and it is a certified historical site.

#choso x reader #kamo choso #jjk #I don't know why this oc ended up asking so many food questions #maybe they need a post-midnight snack #make a wish prompt fill #prompt fill

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Kinktober 2022

October 2

Day 2

Prompt: FemDom, Chains, Toys

Character: Uta

Warnings: Yall I said this in the last one…$MUT MINORS DNI duh. Also, I haven't watched Tokyo Ghoul in literally years so sorry if this is a little OOC for Uta. Despite this, I love a good sadistic, goth.

Spinning is the cause, and being dizzy is the effect. You can help but play with Uta’s stools while he works on the masks surrounding the two of you. His jacket practically engulfs you since it was already sort of big on him. But you're warm, content, and observing every pin, nail, and grommet Uta places onto the base of the mask. He's always so quiet when he works, muttering here and there about how something doesn't look right and proceeding to fix it to his liking.

You were known to be the jittery type, hence why you're spinning to keep yourself occupied. However, spinning is getting boring, and the way Uta looks being so focused fills your pretty little head with memories of him being fixed on…you. The way those eyes saw right through you and bore into your own. How they practically ate you up whenever you smiled or made a suggestive remark. You two just clicked most of the time, so having each other wrapped around one another's pinkie was easy. It was time to play another cause-and-effect game.

“You've been working hard, how about a break?” You suggest, standing from the chair to wrap your arms around him.

He doesn't give though, only humming in response and sticking more pins into the mask. He breathes heavily when you don't move, not in annoyance but in frustration. He knows he's been pushing off this mask for a while and shouldn't stop, but the tone of your voice suggests you want more than just a quick break. It's been a while since you two fooled around and he's feeling spontaneous. Cause: Uta stopping his work because you asked for a break.

“You want more than a regular break don't you?” He questions, only to have you throw your arms around his neck and smile.

“Guilty, I just wanna have a little bit of fun before I have to go out and grocery shop.” You joke, peppering his pale skin with kisses, black tinted lips leaving prints in their wake. He shivers.

“How about this, I test out this new toy and we see how well it works, then you can get back to your work, yeah?” You suggest, toying with the silver chain around his neck.

He knows you've got more up your sleeve but he agrees nonetheless. If it means can get work done, then of course he’d let you play and have fun. After all, your favorite pastime was toying with him. Uta hums a yes in response and you skip towards your room, shuffling echoing down the hall. The couch you had moved in was your ideal spot, something comfortable enough to sit on but big enough for the two of you to get a lil active.

You take a seat and speak your legs wide enough for him to fit and in your hands was a black wrapped box. You pat the space and he sits snugly between your thighs. You're warm, the jacket he lent you earlier was doing its job. There's a bit of silence while you move your fingers from the chain to his hair, then back to the chain, and then to the box.

“What is it?” He asks, only to have you shrug.

“My guess is as good as yours, It was in a blind bag but I’m sure we’ll have fun with it don't you think?” You hum, removing the contents of the box with an excited ‘ouuuuh’

In your hand rested a semi-hard silicone ring big enough to fit about 3-4 fingers in and small paper instructions. You and Uta had experimented with toys before so this was of no shock to the two of you. Just another little gadget to add to your collection.

“It's a cock ring, Oh and it vibrates!” You gasp, excitement now seething through you. It buzzed in your hand and Uta’s eyes were slightly wide.

Of all the things you two tried, a vibrating cock ring had never really been on the list. Well sure your tried wands, double vibrators and glass dildos, and a fuck ton of other items mainly he had gotten for you, but Uta's more electronic toy collection was a bit small. He was more of a BDSM type, the chains and whips wand leather was more his style. You blow on his ear to get his attention.

“You zoned out, you know we don't even have to do this if you don't want.” You suggest only for him to shake his head and flash a very faint smile.

‘No, let's. We need this.”

Nodding you press kisses to his face, making your way to his lips, hands tangling each other. You can taste coffee on his tongue, bittersweet as you pull the chain around his neck to lightly choke him. His mouth falls open in a moan when you do. Your next instructions are simple.

“Show me how you touch it.” You hum, still tugging the chain, still staining his face and neck with your black lipgloss.

He doesn't hesitate to pull his dick out and stroke from base to tip, his heavy breathing filling your ears. He was gorgeous. You can't help but stare at how slowly and intentionally he moves. Spitting into your hand, you moved to help, the saliva running down the side as you press your thumb against the tip, his hips jerking upward. He’s responsive, precum mixing with the saliva and sliding down his length. Uta wasn’t a loud moaner, he was more grunts and faint ‘ah!’s’ and ‘mmh’s’. Nonetheless, you loved the sound filling your ears.

“Feels good?” You hum, hearing him struggle to speak against the grip you had on the chain.

You squeeze his face, signaling him to open his mouth and he goes so willingly, tongue sticking out as you place the cock ring onto it. If this was gonna slide on it needed to be wet first. Lube would’ve been a better option but seeing the way he licked the edges of the silicon and flicked his tongue around was by far better than squeezing a bottle.

You praise him, sliding the ring down and pressing the slow setting first. His hips buck and he groans, moving his hand to his mouth to cover but you quickly regain focus over the chain and warn him to ‘keep that pretty mouth open’. He nods, the vibrations making it harder and harder for him to contain his moans, hips thrusting into nothing.

“Tell me how it feels, I wanna know.” You hum, still stroking him while the cock ring did its job.

“Good, so good. May I cum? Please?” He asks, knowing to be polite with you if he wanted something. You can't help but take pride in denying him, turning the ring off. Yes, this break would be far longer than anticipated.

“No, now take a deep breath and we’ll work out way up, ‘kay?” You answer, seeing the frustration in him begin to build.

Nonetheless, he does as you say, taking deep breaths, then letting you know when he was ready to go again. So, you moved to the medium speed, a louder moan following close behind as the effect.

The wetness between your legs is becoming unbearable, but right now was about Uta, and you'd be damned to miss a performance like this. He’s whining now, fists clenched as he tries to hone in on the feeling that creeps up behind him. He’s close again.

“Trying to chase it on your own hm?” You question, tugging the chain again as he gasps in response. He knows he's guilty, not asking permission.

“That's fine, but guess what?” You turn up the speed again, his hips finding a rhythm with your hand and the feeling of the cock ring.

“Since you wanna break rules, I’ll break you. We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.”

His eyes are rolled back now, the first orgasm washing over him with ease, a second one now building up. His hands clench at his sides, your fingers stroking the sensitive tip, a mix of saliva and cum sticking to your skin. There's so much of it. He’s sensitive but you already know this and so does he. He brought this onto himself though.

Effect: a break Far longer than anticipated.

AYOOO DAY 2 down...uhhhh idk what's for day 3 I'm kinda playing kinktober roulette rn lmao. anyway, see yall for the next upload!

#tokyo ghoul #uta #uta tokyo ghoul #uta smut

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