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mncxbe · 7 days

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Heyyy! I hope you are taking care of yourself and touching grass once per day! Don't want you to get isolated that much😔

I request a NSFW prompt 3! With our fav suicidal maniac! DAZAIIIII!!!😊😊😊😊😊😊

Take care girly! Pwease take care of yourself🥺🥺🥺

you're so sweet🥺🩷I did not only touch plenty of grass today, but also drank water and spent time with my besties (health queen fr). hope you're taking good care of yourself too♡

3– fingering you under the blanket during movie night with friends

The film Ranpo chose for the Ada's monthly movie night rolled in the background, but you had a hard time paying attention. I mean, how could you, when your boyfriend's hand was shoved down your panties, his skillful fingers toying with your clit.

You were snuggling Dazai on one side of the couch. The cushy blanket wrapped around your bodies at least provided the tiniest amount of privacy but despite how risky the whole situation was, Dazai wasn't planning to stop his ministrations too soon. Fuck, he was such a tease...

You were a blushing mess, rubbing your thighs together to release the tension between them. You were pretty sure you've never been wetter in your entire life– the heat provided by your bodies paired up with his incessant touches made your cunt a sopping mess, sticky slick coating his digits. Your fingers dug in Dazai's forearm as he gave your puffy clit a harsher flick, making you tremble in pleasure.

"What's wrong, bella, are you cold? Do you want me to bring an extra blanket?" asked your boyfriend in a casual tone but you could see the taunting smile etched on his lips from the corner of your eye.

The man really had some nerve– mocking your sorry state when he was the one who caused all of it. As you squeezed your thighs together Dazai slowly pried them back open with his thumb, using the side of his hand as leverage to keep your legs apart. He dragged his middle finger along your slit, slowly working his way up to your clit and drawing loose circles on it again.

You shifted your body closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder "Please, 'samu I can't–"

"I know you like it, sweetie, you're drenched. Plus, I know how much you love it when I touch you like this in public, you're such a dirty girl" he whispered against the shell of your ear, masking the brief interaction with a chaste kiss to your temple. His words made your pussy flutter and of course he didn't miss it.

"I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, pretty girl?" he cooed, pressing his ring and middle finger on your needy clit as you nodded eagerly, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

The moment you gave him the go he resumed circling your clit, occasionally rubbing it between his fingers. Each little touch pushed you closer to your high, but what did it for you were the downright obscene things he was whispering in your ear.

"There you go, baby. Can't wait to get home and eat this messy pussy out. I don't think you're gonna get much sleep tonight."

You were so damn grateful that Ranpo turned up the volume of the TV a while ago so no one could hear the choked moan that slipped past your lips when you came. Your hips jolted up and Dazai cupped your pussy, slowly rubbing your clit with his hand, helping you ride out your high and preventing you from squirming too much.

"Shh keep it down, bella. Don't want everyone else to find out what we just did, do you?"

You would've slapped the obnoxious grin off his face if you hadn't been so weak and fucked out– though you were ashamed to admit, this was probably one of the best orgasms of your life.

Your boyfriend carefully removed his hand from your panties and wiped the excess of slick on your inner thigh before wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling closer to you. The innocent smile on his face was enough to calm your nerves. Yea, Dazai was an obnoxious bastard sometimes and his teasing never ended, but he was still the love of your life so you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at him.

#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd smut #dazai bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai smut #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x you

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Hungman - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's camboy endeavors are not unbeknownst to you, and one day you take him up on a teasing offer to join

Requested: ohhh how about thoughts on camboy Jake (screen name Hungman) whose best friend walks in on him after a show and he jokingly invites her to join him next time. she accepts (shocking Jake bc she’s lil miss sweet, shy, good girl) and when it comes show time he finds out just how nasty his bestie can be (I’m talking her begging him to be mean and nasty and “spank me daddy please!!!” which blows his mind). he makes bank that night and invites her back to his bed anytime. show or not.

Contents/Warnings: best friend/roommate!jake, smut (minors dni), rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), AFAB/fem!reader, ever-so-slight degradation, p in v but from the back, penetration, no mention of protection, teasing/joking daddy kink (she says it once to piss him off so it's not really a kink i don't think), camboy!jake

WC: 2.8K / navigation

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"Jake, I found the rub you were looking for last week, it was only- woah!"

You come to a screeching halt in the doorway, watching as your roommate doesn't seem rushed at all to cover up his bare lower half. He's got a lazy smirk on his face, standing with his sweat-slicked chest on display as his hands hover almost uselessly over his dick.

"Oh, good," He nods, holding eye contact with you as your gaze threatens to slip lower, "Meat for dinner tonight. then. Sorry," He apologizes a moment too late, glancing down at his bare form, "Stream ended late."

"No worries," You give him a small smile, bag clutched tighter in your hands, "Sometimes I forget you do those things, m'never here to see 'em."

"Oh, yeah? You wanna be?" Jake chuckles, reaching for a towel while keeping one hand still over his cock. As big as his hand is, it's no use there.

"Wouldn't mind joining," You shrug, "It would be nice to have some extra pocket cash."

"Joining?" Jake's laugh is even more incredulous now, and he rubs the towel through his sweaty hair rather than wrapping it around his midsection, "Darlin', the day you join me is the day I'll keel over in shock."

You march towards Jake's room clad in tight lingerie, black lace snug to your skin.

"Get ready to keel over," You command, stepping over a stray sock in his doorway, "Ready to do this thing?"

"Woah!" Jake's eyes widen as he turns, clad in only tight briefs. It gives you a very intimate view of his clothed cock, and all of a sudden the fabric seems a lot tighter.

"What's the plan?" You ask, readjusting the strap of your bra, "Just, drop down on the floor and fuck like rabbits?"

"Y/N," Jake breathes, chest heaving with shock, "What- what are you doing?"

"You said I could be here," You huff, cocking a hip out and crossing your arms, making your tits pop, "What, you changed your mind? I wasn't kidding, I need money."

"You're really joining?" Jake asks, face the picture of a disgruntled Ken doll.

"No, Jake," You sneer, narrowing your eyes, "I was actually planning on going for a walk in the park. Just wanted to see if you'd join me."

"Alright, alright," Jake's shoulder slump from where they're tensed at his ears, "No need to get snippy, missy."

You see his dick twitch. He likes snippy.

After a bout of awkward silence, Jake gestures to a camera set up on his desk.

"Camera's there," He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, "Not on yet, though. We're gonna go live, so I can't edit out your face. You got a mask, or something?"

"Nah," You shake your head, "Not unless you want me wearing your helmet."

"That's-" Another dick twitch, briefs straining to contain him, "-not a bad idea. But I probably shouldn't use government-issued equipment for porn."

"No fun," You lament, striding over to the bed and crawling onto the mattress on your hands and knees. You're fully presented to him, ass up and head down, wriggling your hips as you wait for the beep of the camera.

"So," You shimmy, "Anytime soon, big guy?"

"You're really ready for this?" Jake asks, hovering by the camera with an uncertain gaze.

"Just-" You huff, straining to meet his eye with a desperate look in your own, "Fuck me, Jake!"

His eyes darken, his jaw clenches, and you swear his briefs nearly rip.

"Okay," He murmurs, low and dangerous, and you hear the click of the camera's recording button.

"You," Jake drawls, sidling up behind you and gripping your hips in his strong hands, "Have been a very naughty girl."

You scoff at his stereotypical porno-style dialogue, playing along anyways, "Oh, yeah? What did I do, daddy?"

You hear his breathing hitch, and his fingers dig harder into your flesh.

"You've been watching my streams," He murmurs, dangerous and accusatory. Your stomach bottoms out, you have. You aren't sure how he's figured you out, but you have, and until now, you'd thought you were getting away with it. He wasn’t hard to find, and you have to give him credit for his creative screen name: Hungman.

"All this time," He hums, slowly smoothing his hand over the fleshy globes of your ass, "You've been buried under the covers in your room, those pretty little hands of yours sinking in your cunt, huh?"

Then, after a moment of silence, he hums, "Yeah?"

You nod, almost shamefully, and you're given a sharp smack to the ass in response.

It makes you cry out, and your voice blends with Jake as he roars, "Answer me!"

"Yes!" You yelp, breathing heavy as you push your ass further towards him, in search of another surge of pleasure, "Yes, I- I've been watching your videos."

"And last week," He drawls, rubbing your sore ass with his massive, rough hand, "Caught me damn near naked. You think I didn't see how flustered you were? Think I didn't notice how tense those shoulders were, huh?" Jake's large hand moves up your back, squeezing at your tight shoulder. You gasp at the feeling, his fingers prodding at sensitive muscles.

"This whole time," He stalks around to the front of the bed, cock out and hard near your face. It makes your mouth water; you nearly choke on your drool.

"This whole time you've been thinkin' about me, haven't you?" Jake asks, running a soft hand through your hair, "Fingers buried in that wet cunt of yours, stuffin' a shirt- my shirt in your mouth to stop from moanin'."

"How do you-" You stammer, but Jake cuts you off, hand tightening in your hair.

"I saw you." He reveals, "'Came in to give you your laundry. You left the door open, baby. Did you want me to see?"

"No," You shake your head, but it doesn't go far with his hand in your hair, "No, I- I didn't know you were home."

"Didn't know," Jake scoffs, dick stiff, "I walk like a damn elephant, Y/N. You knew."

"I didn't mean for you to see me," You insist, but oh, you did, "Honest, Jake, I swear!"

"Don't swear," He sneers, letting go of your hair to lean over and swat at your ass again, "This is what you wanted, baby. This is it," He slips a hand under his hard cock, pushing it towards your face, "Take it, darlin'. Take it, this is what you wanted."

You lean to the side, tongue already out in anticipation of taking Jake's dick into your mouth. But the second before you can get a taste, though, he backs away a step, leaving you open-mouthed and whining.

"Look at that," He chuckles, reaching with his free hand to grip your jaw, thumbs hollowing out your cheeks, "So desperate. You opened right up for me, baby."

"Mhm," You struggle to speak through the grip Jake has on your cheeks, "Yeah. Want your- your cock, Jake."

"Filthy," He scoffs, releasing your face to land yet another smack against your ass. You let out a broken whine through pursed lips, but you feel the head of Jake's cock bump them, and you're opening your mouth eagerly once more.

"Take it," He scoffs, "You want it so damn bad. There," He jerks his hips forward, jamming his dick so far into your mouth that it's nearly down your throat, "That good enough for you, baby? That what'cha wanted?"

"Mhm," You nod vigorously, mouth subsequently sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. "Thank you," You pant around his length, words mumbled and drooly, "Thank you, Jake."

"Good manners," He praises you with a cocky glance towards the camera, "Showing off for the audience?"

You give your hips a wiggle for the camera, and your ass jiggles with the movement. Jake groans, fisting a hand in your hair once more, "Come on baby, don't tease."

He tugs you further onto his cock with the hand he's tangled in your hair, and your throat constricts without warning, an involuntary gag. You choke, spluttering and coughing as he barely lets up, hand not only pulling your head forwards but pushing it down, too, fully taking your mouth with his hard length.

You run your tongue against the underside of his cock and curl it up around the tip. It's difficult to do with how deep he's buried inside your mouth, but you rear back against his hold and take a gulp of fresh air with the motion of your tongue. When your wet muscle flicks through his slit he hisses, hand nearly ripping your hair out.

"God," He gasps, this time using his grip on your hair to pull you off of his cock, grunting and groaning as you chase after him with your mouth, "Ease up, darlin'. Easy, I- I've gotta get inside you."

The only way you'll let him take his cock out of your mouth if is he puts it inside of you. You go limp, knees already tired and arms even worse. But nothing deters you from the excitement of being fucked from behind by Jake.

When you feel his large, rough fingers tug at the strap of your panties, you expect them to ghost over your ass. But they plunge for your cunt instead, prodding at the end of your slit.

"Ah!' You seize up, stiff as you try getting a glimpse of him, "Jake, I-"

"I don't have the patience to work you open," Jake apologizes, thumbing gently over your tight asshole, "Your cunt's already wet, darlin', just- god," His fingers hit a gush of slick and slip easily into your pussy, "I need to be inside you now."

"Okay," You nod, panting as Jake's fingers nudge roughly at your clit, "Oh, god, Jake, just- fuck me!"

"Don't make me spank you again," He grumbles, one hand guiding his dick towards the end of your slick slit, "I am, brat."

"Yeah?" You wriggle your hips, egging him on, "Can't feel you yet. Maybe you don't have as big of a dick as I thought, cowboy."

Jake chooses to show, not tell. In a quick second, his cock is rammed so far into your cunt, you see stars. Your only warning had been the soft stretch of his thick fingers, but this, this is rough, aggressive, demanding.

"Feel it now?" Jake spits, leaning over your back to sneer against your ear, "'S rippin' your pretty little cunt open, darlin'. Still think it ain't that big?"

"Use it," You grunt, gritting your teeth so that you don't moan. You don't want him to have the satisfaction of getting to you, "Move. Fuck. Me."

You're not the only one good at following orders. Maybe it's the navy training in him, but he's obedient, but he rears his hips back, his thick cock dragging deliciously along the walls of your wet, hot cunt.

He sets a merciless pace, jackhammering his hips into your own hard enough to split right through your cunt and jam his dick up through your throat. His balls slap against your thighs, and the speed at which he rams into you shakes the bed, his headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall.

"There," He grits, breath hot against your shoulder "You happy? You're pretty demanding for a bitch on her hands and knees."

"Harder," You beg, finally letting a strangled moan slip through your lips, "Harder, Jake, I need more!"

"Gonna fuck you through the wall if I go harder," Jake scoffs, nipping at your earlobe. He reaches up to pinch your clit between two rough fingers, twisting and teasing the oversensitive bud, "What about that, baby? That better?"

"Ah! Yes," You gush, drilling your hips backwards as Jake's pinch turns to circles over your clit, "More, Jake, I need- I need more!"

"More," He mimics you, bumping his lips into the side of your temple so that you turn and raise your head to try and meet him. It's killer on your neck, but it's the only way you can mouth desperately at his lips.

"So damn greedy. Is that what you were moanin' into that shirt of mine, darlin'? Beggin' for more, for the real thing?"

"Yes," You pant, lips pressing desperately to his own, over and over again from that awkward sideways angle you're barely able to reach, "Yes, Jake, I- I need you!"

"Tell them," Jake urges, parting from the sloppy side kiss he'd attempted and grabbing your face in his free hand. One is still circling your clit, but that means that his weight is on you, and you're barely able to hold yourself up with him on top. He yanks your head to the side, putting your drool-covered chin and fucked-out face on display. He's wearing a cocky smirk. but you can't see it, and only when your face is in position does he plant his hand back on the mattress and take his weight back.

"I need you, Jake," You moan, pathetic and desperate to the camera. You feel Jake's dick twitch inside of you, and his fingers circle faster at your clit. It sends a surge of arousal so powerful rolling under your belly that you nearly cum right then and there, but it fizzles out to wait for another wave.

"Ah! I need you," You repeat, babbling with a half-open mouth now, "I need you, I need you, I need you so bad, Jake!"

"Agh," He grunts, teeth biting and nipping at your bare shoulder as his hips jerk forwards even faster, a near-impossible pace, "Yeah? Yeah, oh fuck, scream for me, baby, come on."

His cock is rock hard, leaking, twitching, and slamming into your most sensitive spot. You let a steady flow of whimpers and moans fall from your lips, but as Jake's dick pistons harder in and out of you, they turn to screams.

Jake's cum floods your cunt. There's no other word for it than flood, it gushes from his tip and gets slammed into your cunt, having nowhere to go but out. You feel it ooze around his shaft, and it's sticky and hot against the walls of your cunt as he chases his high. He does fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast, and the feeling of him milking his dick in your pussy sends you over the edge with another rolling surge of pleasure.

"Ah!" Your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut and thighs trembling with both the force of your orgasm and the effort of holding yourself up. Your climax makes your cunt spasm, and Jake feels the way your cunt squeezes his cock, clenching relentlessly and sporadically as you get fucked through your own high.

"Oh," He pants against your back, lips pressing to your dewy skin, "Oh- Oh my god,"

"Fuck," You hiss, finally slumping forwards where you'd been arching your hips backwards to get more of Jake's length in your cunt, "Oh, fuck! Jake," You breathe, "I- God, that was good."

"Mhm," He hums, dick still nestled snugly inside your cum-filled cunt as he takes a moment to breathe. His hand falls from your clit, and his forehead presses to your back before he breathes, straightening up and alleviating the pressure of his weight against you.

You have no problem collapsing your elbows and letting yourself slump to Jake's mattress. You're drained, and you can barely remember to keep your face turned towards the camera as Jake pulls out of your cunt. Once he's out, you let your knees straighten, your hips falling to the sheets below.

"Jesus," Jake huffs, thumbing at the puffy lips of your cunt and smearing some of his cum against your ass, "I made a real mess of you, darlin'."

"S'okay," You grunt, too spent to care about any clean-up, "Just- turn off the camera and come lay with me."

You do hear the click of the camera, and a few stray keyboard strokes. But your eyes drift shut, and they only reopen when you feel something warm and wet against your cunt.

You almost wish it was Jake's tongue, but it's not. You're too tired for that now, you think, but it's a suggestion for a later date.

It's a washcloth, and you must have been too hazy to hear the sink water running from the bathroom. Jake cleans up your puffy, stiff entrance, placating you with a warm hand on your thigh when you squirm and hiss at the sensitivity.

"I know," He croons, wiping away the last smear of his cum against your ass, "I know, darlin'. It's over now, you can sleep."

"No," You whine, reaching blindly for him, "You too, cowboy."

"Alright," He chuckles, soft and tired, "C'mere."

He tugs you to one side of his bed, and crawls over you to the other. He gathers you in his arms and you let him, limbs going limp as he tucks you against his chest.

"We made a ton of money," He informs you, lips dotting against the tip of your nose. He rubs his large hands over your back, a soothing gesture that helps you slip further towards sleep, "Come back any time, baby. Camera or no camera."

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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Walk of shame

Simon woke up from his slumper and peered to his right

A small body next to him breathing ever so lightly

"Right" he thought

He had a one night stand last night. Never really thought he would be the one to do the walk of shame.

Ghost gathered his clothes in a heaping pile by the girls bed. He picked up his phone

5am

"Fuckin hell" he sighed quietly opening the uber app

"Johnnys never going to let me down on this one" he thought placing a uber.

He quickly gathered the rest of his stuff put his trainers on and headed out the door

He nearly slipped on the ice that formed on the porch of the house. The air was cold, crisp even. Luckily ghost had a medical mask and his hoodie to keep him warm while he waits.

"Cant believe im doing a walk of shame" he muttered to himself

He flipped open his messages to see if anyone texted him when he left with the girl

30 messages

"Fuckin hell" he sighed

1HOE1 bitches (soap and y/n came up with the ridiculously stupid name)

Gaz🦌: yo yall seen ghost?

Y/n👹: he wasnt w me and soap

Foap🧼: last time i check he was flirtin w a cute lass

Y/n👹: bastards probably doing the walk of shame tonight boys 😈

Foap🧼: @ghost

Y/n👹:

Gaz🦌: you are terrible people

Y/n👹: thank you bestie 😚💅🏼

Foap🧼: gon be si when he gets to our place

Y/n👹: 😂😂😂😂

Simon locked his phone sighing once more dreading the conversations that will erupt when he gets to soap and y/n's apartment.

The ride to his car was quiet. Simon decided to get some shut eye before driving back to the apartment.

Driving home was a breeze he had the heat blazing and he had his music set to his and y/n's shared playlist which was a bunch of mellow indie music; good for a quiet ride home.

He pulled into the parking lot and started walking up the stairs when he heard his name being called. "Who the fuck is calling my name?" He thought glancing over his shoulder to see y/n skipping towards him in a giddy mood. It was obvious they where doing a walk of shame as well.

"Have fun?" They asked linking their arms with his

"Could ask you the same" simon replied

Y/n grinned at him he gave a soft chuckle guiding both of them to the apartment

Y/n unlocked the door and saw that the dead bolt was on

"Fucking johnny" y/n said taking one of their sneakers off

"We could just knock" simon said

"Nah i got it" y/n replied unlacing their shoe and taking the shoelace out if it

Y/n quickly wrapped the shoelace around the deadbolt closed the door and pulled really hard with the sound of a click after. Y/n smiled and opened the door

"After you kind sir" they said tipping a imaginary hat

Simon shook his head and headed inside. Gaz was knocked out on the couch. He was curled up in a ball cuddling the small black cat that y/n adopted.

"Awwwww" y/n cooed taking a picture of them "this is going in the new years video." Y/n looked at simon

"hey, yon can sleep in my bed if youd like im gonna pass out in johnnys room plus ive got hot gossip about the person i fucked" they said with a wink then proceeded to trot down to johnnys room and opened the door gently

"Bestie ive got tea get your ass up" they said

Simon heard a loud flop and a groan coming from soap

"Its 6 in tha fuckin mornin y/n let me sleep!" Soap yelled. Y/n closed the door and all simon could hear was the giggling from y/n and soap grumbling from his wake.

Simon let out a sigh and walked to y/n room and proceeded to fall back asleep in their plushie ridden bed. Simon plucked his favorite one and fell asleep cuddling it.

"What a fuckin night" he sighed into the plushy eyes slowly closing drifting off into peaceful slumber

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Hehe hope yall liked this

Kinda did a walk if shame this morning and made this fic in the uber home lol

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elioslover · 5 months

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Preview: Grapejuice Part Four!

Premise: Harry has been pining over Y/n - his best friends slightly older sister - for as long as he can remember. But she still refuses to see him as anything other than her brothers goofy obnoxious bestie. This chapter is when the filth kicks!! - Em. xo

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Grapejuice masterpost / Other writing

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You are no longer willing to suffering behind your sunglasses, the sun sizzling down on your already hot skin, you feel like a roast on the spit, pathetically begging for Harry to take a hearty bite.

His face is masked by a denim baseball cap, one arm flexed behind his head like a pillow, and you wonder if he’s asleep at this point, using that as the push you needed to get up and cross over to his sunbed.

Bending down and leaning your body over his own, your bikini-clad breast brushing against his chest as you reach across him for a book-you couldn’t even recall the title of- resting next to his half empty lemonade on the side table.

“You’re kidding.” Harry informatively mumbles through the material.

“What?” You feign innocence, pressing further into him, your waist coming down on his stomach.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” He continues, but lets you continue with your teasing.

“Getting my book?” You innocently ponder, taking much longer than necessary, letting your fingers dance along the cover, tapping along and further sticking his and your your skin together.

Harry removes his flexed arm from its position as a pillow, using his thumb to hook under and remove the cap from hiding his face.

He looks at you with a stern furrow of the brows, but his eyes are nothing but amused- and slightly turned on,

“You’re a little liar.”

With ease, Harry wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a good squeeze as he flips you over, causing you to snatch a hold of the novel just as you find yourself bent and folded over his lap, ass up in the air, your chest resting against his thighs,

“What the-” You try.

Now Harry has you, and you feel silly for thinking you could have ever gotten away with being so reckless, banking on the falseness of his lack of interest in your presence. He had lured you right in- leaving you laying across him, completely at his will.

Not that you would want to be anywhere else- you can’t help the embarrassment stirring at your stomach, ringing in your ears, you hope Harry doesn’t notice, and it seems he is far more focused on the sultriness of your arched back, your bikini bottoms becoming a frame for the ass cheeks that he quickly deems an artwork.

His fingers glide along the curve of your spine, satisfied with the shiver that shakes your body beneath his touch,

“You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?” He notes, letting his hands continue to trail along your curves.

He ponders for a moment, watching for each reaction you might let slip, hyper-focused on your shaky breaths, the rise and fall of your breasts against his legs. He needs more though- needs to hear you,

“I think it’s time you’re punished for all of this brattiness.”

“I’m not a brat.” You huff defensively for no reason but to protect your pride, still stuck and at his will.

“But you act like one.” He tuts factually, his hands gliding along your lower back before his palms finally settling on your ass cheeks, giving you the softest of pats.

“That’s the same-”

Harry refuses to let you finish, his tone dripping with discipline, his hands squeezing at your skin to ensure to cut you off and keep you focused on his filthy intentions,

“Keep reading that book.” He has you hooked like an unknowing fish, baiting you with the promise of leaving little red marks along your pillowing bum cheeks, “Since you found it so, so important…”

Your lip’s part with the desire of protest, letting the book loosen in your hand, waiting on it to finally part from your palms. But Harry is watching like a hawk- waiting for you to misbehave once more, knowing you far too well. Still, you rally all of the defiance you have to spare,

“I-”

“Read the book, Y/n.”

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 17 - Somnophilia & Blowjobs]

Pairing: sub!Namjoon x soft Domme!Reader

Kinks: consensual somnophilia, blowjob, nippleplay, finger sucking, body worship, praise, tears, clothed cock worship, blindfold, they are so in love

Wordcount: 3k

a/n: besties, sub!joon is now my new official obsession uhm? help? Enjoy besties he is legit the bestest boy 💛

Being a self-publishing author means that your hours are long and the days at home are way too little. Your husband understands, as his own job as a music producer keeps him terribly busy and often far away from home, but you still can’t help but feel shitty for always having to leave.

Tonight however, you are finally coming home again after a month-long business trip. The hour is way past midnight when you enter your house. Until last November, you and Namjoon still lived in an apartment in the city, but with your careers finally taking off, you were finally able to afford your dream house right at the nature-heavy outskirts of the city. Namjoon has been busy filling your house with artworks and wooden furniture while you have been busy staying away far too much.

But not anymore. You will finally stay at home for the rest of the year, looking forward to it greatly.

You don’t call out for your husband when you come home, knowing very well that he will be fast asleep. So you abandon your luggage by the shoe rack and go straight for the kitchen for a light snack. The flight took way too long for you not to get hungry. Once the snack has been successfully consumed, you make your way to the bathroom, admiring all the new artwork you meet on your way. You can't wait to talk about it with Namjoon, you are sure he has the greatest stories to tell about all of them.

The shower you take feels relaxing and like everything you ever needed, leaving you with a feeling of intense comfort. And then it was finally time for you to meet your husband.

Namjoon, just as you had figured, is sleeping soundly, wearing his sleeping mask because he seemed to have been too lazy to close the blinds.

You appreciate his laziness, not only for allowing you to maneuver through the room successfully but also for giving you an opportunity to look at your sweetheart.

You sit down at the edge of his side, placing your arm around him.

Namjoon has his legs pulled to his chest and one hand under the pillow. His mouth is open, letting free the smallest snores. You can’t see his eyes, but you know that they are oh so pretty.

"Hello my love, I’m back", you whisper, running the back of your hand down his cheek, "I missed you like crazy", you say, leaning down to kiss his temple.

Namjoon mumbles in his sleep. It was incoherent, but sounded happy. Maybe he was greeting you.

You kiss his temple a second time, then lift yourself to finally get into bed with him. You have just managed to get under the duvet when Namjoon rolls over in his sleep and drapes his arm over you.

"Oh my god, baby", you almost squeal because of how cute he was, but control yourself to instead hug him back. His head slips into your chest, his back rumbles in his content little mumble and his fingers come resting on your lower back.

"My baby", you sigh, hugging him tightly, "oh my big, soft baby. I missed you."

Namjoon whimpers softly, nuzzling into you. You are aware that he is still asleep. But it makes you feel so much. To know that Namjoon searches for you the second you are back in your bed and the fact that he will chase you with soft whimpers even when deep asleep, breaks something inside you. You feel so guilty and terrible for ever abandoning him for so long, so happy to finally be back again and so desperate to make it up to him.

You push Namjoon to his back as gently as possible, placing yourself halfway on top of him and with your leg between his thighs.

"I'm sorry", you whisper, "I'm sorry for taking so long", you breathe, rolling his head to the side gently to kiss up and down his neck.

Namjoon sighs in his sleep, lips parting and never closing again.

You know that you are allowed to touch him. You and Namjoon had a long and thorough conversation about somnophilia and whether or not this was an enjoyable kink for both of you. You unanimously came to the decision that you indeed loved it both and just two days after that conversation, Namjoon woke you up with the most mind numbing, pussy-wetting head ever. Ever since then, you regularly wake each other for sex. Sometimes it is simply for a quick midnight wank, other times it serves as a sweet morning wake up call, other times it's the result of your wettest dreams and most of the times it is the desperate craving for another after a long business trip.

Just like tonight. You are desperate, oh so desperate, for him.

You abandon his neck to kiss down his collarbones, doing so with your eyes closed in bliss. His skin is softer than you remember, tasting oh so sweet. His pecs feel bigger under your lips, making you roll your hips against his thigh. Even that feels bigger than a month ago, grinding right against your sensitive clit. He is becoming so strong these days. Bear in mind, he will always stay your sweet baby, but you can’t deny that Namjoon's tits feel especially meaty tonight.

"So sexy", you murmur, massaging them with eager fingers, "so big. They’re so big all of a sudden", you add, kissing your way right along his underboob before moving on to his nipples.

"Ah", the sound he lets out is still distorted in obvious sleep, but it manages to make your pussy wet nonetheless. Sucking on his pretty nipple, you massage the other, basking in how swollen they already feel.

Namjoon writhes slightly, letting out another sound. He must be caught in a deep sleep, because despite the very obvious pleasure you bring him, he continues slumbering.

"So sexy", you sigh, slipping off his nipple to kiss down his soft tummy, "oh Joonie, you’re so pretty", you say and whimper, holding his waist between your hands as you suck hickeys onto his lower tummy.

Namjoon moans softly, lips opening and closing and cock throbbing in his boxer shorts. The movement manages to make it grind against your chin.

You lift your lips, now gawking down at the big bulge.

"Fuck baby", you press out, placing your hand over his cock to rub it softly.

"Ah mhm", Namjoon moans, cock throbbing under your palm. You look up at his face, realising that he was still sleeping. Poor boy, he must feel so desperate right now.

You look back at this cock, wrapping your fingers around it as best as possible to glide them right along the shape of him. His boxers prevent it from standing free, forcing it to lie against his thigh and stretch the cotton fabric. It looks so big and hard. You touch his tip, rubbing it between your two fingers.

Namjoon whimpers, squeezing his thighs together and failing miserably as you sit right between them.

"Cute, so cute", you mumble to yourself before lowering your lips to his cock. You kiss every inch of it, sighing from how nice it feels against your lips. Even if fabric covers it, the shape of him is already enough to still some of your aching hunger.

Namjoon begins panting when you reach his tip to suck it right through the fabric. Your hand is on his balls, rubbing them slowly. Your eyes are closed, burning in grateful tears. You can taste him through the fabric. You missed the flavour so much.

You tasted many cocks before Namjoon came into your life. Many, many terrible ones. But Namjoon is different. Not only is he a passionately clean person with a very hygenic cock, he also tastes so very sweet. Maybe it is because you really love him, but you genuinely think that Namjoon tastes oh so sweet.

"I missed this", you croak, "fucking missed this like crazy", you rasp, kissing your way up his cock to the hem of his boxers. You tug them down as best as possible, revealing nothing more than his well groomed bush of pubes to you. You kiss them because you’re so crazy for him, inhaling his scent like an addict.

"Fuck baby, you smell so good", you groan, trying somehow to get him outside.

You manage after some struggle, holding his big cock by its base as your hungry eyes race over it.

It looks so pretty in the moonlight.

His veins are swollen and throbbing, his tip is glistening and oh so dark in desperation. Truly, it is so much darker than the rest of his pretty cock, letting you know that his sleepy body is burning up in pleasure.

You give it to him gladly, opening your mouth as far as possible to take him as deep as you can. You can’t waste any time easing into it, all you wanted for the past month was your husband’s pretty cock. You want to suck it until you're dizzy and his soul has left his body. Suck it, lick it, fuck it. You need it. Want it. Crave it.

Your hand is around his balls, wrist aching from getting it bended weirdly by his shorts. Your lips are stretching around his girthy shaft, his tongue is swirling right around it. You spill some tears of happiness, moaning around his cock even if that sends an aggressive jerk through him.

"A-ah", Namjoon moans loudly, arching his back before dropping it. He flinches and gasps loudly, making you moan again because you know that means he is finally awake.

You begin bopping your head up and down his cock, eyes glued to his face even if the position is difficult to hold.

"What the fuck?" Namjoon croaks out, deep voice three octaves lower than normally.

"Mhhm", you moan loudly, squeezing his balls.

"What the fuck?" Namjoon groans, ripping off his eye mask to look down at where he feels the hottest aching. He whimpers, face contorting in both happiness and pleasure, "you're back", he gets out.

You slip off, flashing him a smile, "I'm back baby, I’m back", you say, fighting against your happy tears.

"Oh", he gets out and with his hands cupping your cheeks tugs you up his body. He giggles happily. You giggle just as happily, stumbling into the happiest, most desperate kiss ever. Hands grip the other, fingers are gluttonous in their touch, tongues waste no time finding each other. All you need and want is to kiss each other. You couldn’t do so for thirty long days and now it feels like heaven.

"I'm so happy", he gets out, squeezing your head softly, "when, when did you come back?"

"An hour ago? Don’t know", you sob softly, "I missed you so much."

"Me too", he says, pulling you back into the kiss.

You giggle, cradling him against your chest. Namjoon giggles, hugging you oh so tightly. He is so happy to have you back. This is all he craved for since you left him.

The kiss breaks because you need to look at his face again. You caress his cheeks, eyebrows, temples and cute button nose before tracing his lips. They are puffy and soft from kissing.

His eyes race over your face, his fingers trace your cheeks.

"I fucking missed you", you press out, wiping his happy tears.

"I missed you too", he whispers, drying your own remnants of tears.

"You've got new art."

"I did. Do you like it?"

You nod your head, "you've gotta tell me all about it tomorrow, baby", you say nuzzling into his neck for one kiss before you shimmy down his body again back to his cock. You want to taste him.

Namjoon moans softly, lifting his hips so you can finally tug down his shorts. The piece of clothing gets thrown to the side. Then you kiss your way up his inner thigh, guiding your lips with your fingers.

"Ah, please", Namjoon moans, parting his legs.

"So strong. Joonie, you became so strong while I was gone", you say, kneading his thigh.

"I worked out", he gets out then retorts to moaning again. One month without you left him so desperate for your touches. He jerked off a lot, but nothing compared to you. All masturbating did, was make him even needier for you. And now that he finally has you again, kissing his inner thigh, Namjoon swears that he is on fire.

You trail your kisses from his inner thigh to his balls, taking them between your lips to suck on them gently.

Namjoon bucks hls hips up, legs closing around your head in reaction.

Chuckling, you force them open again, making him lie them back down.

"Relax baby, everything's okay", you soothe him, caressing his thighs as you sink him back into your mouth.

"Oh god", Namjoon croaks, throwing his hands over his face to moan into them. He throbs inside you, thighs trembling and hips trying to chase you. He tastes even sweeter than before, courtesy of being awake and actively taking in the sensations. And how he takes them in, gasping and wheezing for air as his body squirms desperately just for you.

"I missed this", you tell him, flicking your tongue over his frenulum while jerking off his shaft.

"Please slow please", he begs, rubbing his hands over his face before burying them in his own messy hair.

"Why? Is someone sensitive?" you tease, taking him back inside. You let his girth glide over your tongue, moving your head up and down slowly whilst massaging his heavy balls.

"Yes, ah", Namjoon arches his back, "p-please it's been too long."

You merely moan him around him, reaching up with your unoccupied hand to play with his nipples instead.

"Please", Namjoon croaks, twisting the pillow, "please, please s-slow."

"Joonie", you slip off of him, "I am slow, you’re just too sensitive", you say in a faux scolding voice, fingers busy with flicking his right nipple.

"I can't help it. I, I didn’t have you for a month", he whines and pouts, reaching down to touch your shoulder, "please slow", he whispers.

"Okay, I’ll go slow", you say, taking him back inside to fuck his cock with minimal movements.

Namjoon sighs softly, eyes glued to your lips and mouth agape in bliss. His hand slips from your shoulder to instead dance up to your fingers on his nipple. He touches your wrist softly, drawing little circles on your skin. He doesn’t pull your hand away however, and something let's you know that his touch was actually meant to keep you close.

You purr softly, still moving slowly but making sure to slip more and more inside, massaging his balls as you do. When Namjoon finally realises what exactly you were doing, it was already too late and you managed to take him all the way to the back of your throat.

"Oh my god", he presses out, head dropping into the pillow, "p-please slow, please."

You merely chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. The movement shifts his cock even deeper and Namjoon makes the most desperate sound ever. He touches the back of your head, hips chasing you in an involuntary thrust. One you take with a grateful moan, throat clenching right around his sensitive tip.

"Fuck, oh fuck. Oh god", he chants, "oh-" he stops talking to instead grip your wrist and tug your hand to his face. He wraps his lips around two of your fingers, whimpering loudly.

You almost pass out. This is so hot. Your husband is such a good boy. You suck him harder, head finally moving faster and moans growing in volume.

Namjoon mewls around your digits, sucking on them harshly while his eyes are squeezed shut tightly. If he didn’t do that right now, if he didn’t stuff his own mouth with your fingers, he would scream.

All that is keeping him sane is the heaviness of your digits. Namjoon is losing himself and he can’t stop it from happening.

He throbs inside your mouth, feeding you the distinct taste of his approaching high. You welcome it hungrily, licking it right off his burning tip before sinking back down and fucking him quickly.

Namjoon bites down on your fingers just slightly, moaning oh so loudly and arching his back.

His thighs try to fall closed, his balls tense in your hand.

You growl, throat filled with his girth and spit running down his shaft.

Namjoon squeaks and then you feel his hot cum shoot down your throat. You take it happily, sucking him hungrily to really get every last drop.

And Namjoon is writhing, sobbing around your fingers while his head pounds and his limbs feel weak.

He drops with an aggressive arch of his back, slipping your fingers free to wheeze for air. He feels changed. This orgasm just changed him.

You slip off of him, lying his spent cock on his tummy as gently as possible, before kissing your way up to his lips.

Namjoon lets you kiss him gladly, moaning softly at the taste of himself lingering on your tongue. He probably would have kissed you for the rest of the night, but you break it before he can, cupping his heated cheeks.

"I love you", you say.

"I love you too", he rasps tiredly.

"This was amazing."

"Yeah, it was amazing", he agrees and smiles softly, "thank you."

Your eyes light up in fondness, "god Joonie, you are the cutest person ever. I fucking love you like crazy", you say, climbing on top of his lap to attack him with kisses.

Namjoon takes them with sweet giggles, hands falling to your hips and heart racing like crazy.

"Your pussy's so wet", he mumbles into the kiss.

"I'm so horny", you answer him.

"Then use me", he whispers, "please."

"Fuck baby, I’m gonna fuck you all night", you moan, shimmying up his body until his face rests under your pussy, waiting desperately to be used.

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: HI BESTIE HAPPY NEW YEAR I SAW YOUR DIMIRATS DRAWING AND THEY'RE SO CUTE AJZNSJSNADTT i was wondering if you could write a Y/N x house Dimitrescu (seperately) fic where instead of turning to flies or a mutated dragon, they just turn to rats, not a group of rats, just one XD I never thought I'd dream about rat Bela curling into my palm while I read her a book but here I am lmaoo

Hi! Glad you liked it! See the Dimi-Rat pic here! Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

A sizable chunker for your viewing pleasure.

The first time Alcina lets you see her in her rat form… You burst into tears at how cute she is.

You bury your face in her fur and she’s so soft and warm. Just like human Alci.

Tiny rat kisses wipe away your tears and you laugh at the ticklish feeling of her soft tongue and whiskers.

Alcina turns into her rat form when she wants to be held by you. It feels so good to be loved on by someone bigger than herself for a change.

Sometimes, you get so insanely happy watching her scurry around. She’s so cute and you just want to hold her. You attempt to catch Alcina by placing her hat on top of her… Nice try. She just turns into her human form and scolds you.

When she gets tired, she’ll curl up in a ball on your chest to rest. She weighs about 3 pounds in this form. The perfect weight to relax you as you fall asleep.

Bela:

She’s so tiny like this! She usually calls you “Little One” (Even if you’re taller than her). But now… She’s the little one!

Her adorable face is so sweet. Look at the teensy nose!

Her fur is extremely soft. Just like her regular golden locks.

In her human form, Bela likes it when you hold her as she reads to you, but as a rat, she likes to curl up in your hand as you read to her.

If you pronounce things wrong, she twitches her ears in agitation. If you keep doing it to annoy her, you may be smacked with a rat tail flick… Or she’ll just bite you. Depends on how obnoxious you are.

Bela loves tea. If she is in her rat form, you like to hold her up to a teacup and let her drink out of it.

However, she once slipped and fell in. One minute, there is a rat flailing around in a cup of tea, and the next, there’s a soaking wet Bela sitting on the table in front of you and trying to catch her breath. She panicked and switched forms.

Her abrupt switch scared the shit out of you, to be honest.

Cassandra:

Witness. This. Absolute. Precious. Tiny. Baby. Cass’s rat form is just… Perfection.

You all know my hc about Cass wanting to sleep sprawled out on top of you. But as a rat, she acts as an incredible eye mask.

When she first plops down over your face as you fall asleep one night, you can’t remember the last time you’ve slept so well. Forget cat naps. Rat naps are where it’s at, y'all.

Cass is an avid hunter. She likes to be prepared in all situations and that includes being in her rat form.

You set up obstacle courses for her to go through as a rat. You time her and give her pieces of chocolate when she breaks one of her records. She happily takes them and it’s adorable watching her jam the chocolate into her tiny rat mouth.

When she’s had too much sugar, though, she doesn’t sleep well at night. If she gets restless, she’ll often shift back to her human form in her sleep, completely unintentionally. You’ll go to bed with a tiny rat on your face and wake up to a full-sized Cass lying on top of you. You’ve damn near suffocated before.

Daniela:

So cute! She sleeps a lot in her rat form.

They don’t call rats “Pocket puppies” for nothing. Dani loves nothing more than to be tucked into your shirt pocket or hoodie as you do your daily activities.

Dani 100% wanted to pull a ratatouille and see if the movie has some truth to it. You, naturally, agree. You place her gently on your head and she tries to grab tufts of hair to pull on. Unfortunately, her tiny feet are not as easy to work with as she had first thought. She can’t a good grip. Finally, she decides to throw out her original plan and just starts tugging your hair with her mouth instead.

It hurt really bad. And… She was not able to control you. What a shame, you know?

Anyway, in her rat form, Dani likes to steal little items from you and keep them in a special hiding spot. It’s cute, but annoying if you need something. Having to reason with a tiny rat to get your things back is becoming more and more common, smh T^T

Note: Tiny Dimi-Rats, my heart is exploding from the adorable idea T^T I also thought of another au idea. Alcina is Y/N’s pet rat and she is so excited to introduce them to her babies. Like in this video. (I know it’s a ferret but I love them too) Hope you liked this one!

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #re8 fanart #resident evil fanart #rats #i love rats #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x reader #re8 incorrect quotes

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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can't sleep (without you) / leandro trossard

request: bestie 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i’m on my knees for a trossard fic/sm!au. honestly, whatever you’re okay with doing. if it’s possible, all i ask is that it’s fluff <3

author's note: bestie this man needs to have more things written about him like 😭😭 he's my little baby. hope this does the trick!!! had the idea for pedri initially but after receiving the request i remembered the wip and said yeah this is for my little sleep deprived boyfriend 🤭🫶🏻

warnings: not really a warning but i use lean as a nickname. i knowww it's generally leo instead, but sometimes lean is used where i live and i thought it was cuter. if you've got any problems with it, you're free to use leo instead :)

summary: the four times you notice leandro's not sleeping well, and the one time he finally does.

wc: 1.400 words

01.

the first time you notice that leandro's not getting enough sleep, it's during practice. your job is to keep them healthy, not only on the physical aspect and thus, on the pitch, but off the green grass too. you've noticed he's been a little off lately, not really focused on the task given and rather looking zoned out. so when practice's over, you approach him carefully.

"hey, leandro, are you okay?" you softly said, grabbing lightly his bicep to stop him from getting onto the changing rooms. he stops when he feels your touch, and turns to face you, concerned look showing on your features which transmitted onto his own. "yeah, why do you ask?" he frowned, while tilting his head in confusion.

"you look... tired?".

the affirmation you said isn't quite what he expected to hear from you. leandro doesn't get mad at you, but he doesn't look happy either. "oh" he mutters, assuming that you're implying that he looks bad. "no no, you look good" you rush to justify, cheeks getting profusely warmer at the confession that slipped from your lips. "just that you could use a nap, you know?".

"yeah, i could," leandro smiled, showing his pearly white teeth. "i'll take your advice. thank you, y/n."

02.

"how was your weekend?" the belgian asks, lightly leaning into the coffee vending machine situated on the end of the corridor. you were supposed to be watching the players, supervising them, but the air on london colney was too cold right now, and you needed a hot beverage to warm you up. leandro, on the other hand, should be warming up already, but instead was too distracted making small talk with you. "catching up on sleep, really needed it. you?".

"i did that too," he commented nonchalantly, rushing to get to your side once you started making your way towards the pitch again, leaving him behind. "sleeping for four hours isn't catching up on sleep, trossard," you deadpanned. it isn't the first time that you reprimanded him about how many hours he rested through the night, but leandro always pushed it off. "five hours is enough for you?".

"that's three hours less than the minimum required".

03.

"are you asleep?".

leandro's voice brings you back to consciousness, even if it was through a soft whisper. you're quite annoyed at being woken up so suddenly, and it shows in your response to his question. "clearly," you mutter, but remain still as you were before, giving the impression that you could fall asleep again any second. "c'mon, liefje, don't be mean," he whispers, while gently tapping your shoulder to catch your attention. you begrudgingly take the mask that was covering your eyes to sleep off, and look at him through tired eyes. "what is it, lean?".

things had started to get more personal lately, hence the utilization of the dutch pet name the arsenal player had given you a couple of weeks ago. in return, you adopted the nickname lean -short for leandro- for him, and you were marveled at how easy it seemed with him suddenly. calling him lean felt right, just as him calling you little treasure in his mother tongue felt.

"should have told you before you agreed to sit with me, but i'm kinda scared of airplanes".

you didn't want to laugh at him, but the giggle left your mouth without warning you. part of his job involved him travelling around to places, so it seemed kinda funny to you that he would be scared of planes. leo faked getting angry at your impromptu reaction, but it was quickly swapped to a pout that made your heart swell. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to laugh at you", you apologized, before continuing "what do you need me to do? do you need some sleeping pills? for me to sing you a song? hold your hand?".

the artificial light on the plane lets you see just barely how his cheeks turn into a slightly reddish color. "t-that's actually a good idea. i think. if you're up for it."

you don't know if it's your need to reassure him, or that you want to go back to sleep as soon as possible, but you extend your arm quickly, searching for his left hand that's resting awkwardly on his lap. the armrest separating both of you isn't the most practical thing, making his arm fall weirdly into your seat and, for sure, causing him discomfort. you drop his hand before trying to raise the armrest, and at first, he doesn't quite understand why you dropped his palm. until you grab it again without him having to tell you twice, and he smiles when he feels you mindlessly drawing circles onto the back of his hand.

"goodnight, my pretty little sleep deprived boy".

04.

the entire team has just arrived at the stadium where arsenal is supposed to play in a few hours. you're all waiting for the call to actually enter the facility, and meanwhile, you're keeping conversation with martin, -seated by your side now-, leandro and kiernan.

you're not paying attention to what they're saying, though, because you're keeping an eye on the belgian. when he yawns, again, you can't help but call him out for it. "leandro, that’s the third time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned", you chastised, and martin at your side whips is head just in time to catch his teammate yawning a fourth time.

"i promise i'm not tired. i slept well last night", he assures, and you frown, not quite believing it due to the dark circles under his eyes, just a shade darker than they were the day before. "i'll make sure he takes a nap after this game, y/n", the boy seated at his side promises, patting his back lovingly. soon enough, martin joins too. "you'll need to stay with him, kiernan. he told me once he needs to have someone by his side to sleep well".

05.

tonight, you were at his house for the first time. like friends. leandro had set up a movie for you to watch, and some snacks on the little table nearby for you two to eat from. your sense of time isn't the best, but you can guess that it's been almost halfway through the movie. but at this point, you're not sure if the man at your side is even paying attention right now. it's been about 20 minutes since he retorted to rest his head on your lap, and you didn't oppose it, instead starting to caress his long locks mindlessly.

the soft snores catched your attention right away, but you didn't have the heart to wake him up. not when he looks so cute while sleeping, and certainly not when you know he's not the best at sleeping through the night.

eventually, the movie ends, and even if you try not to move too much, you're sure your left leg has gone numb by now. leandro seems to be a light sleeper, because at the littlest movement from you, he's already awake.

"did i fall asleep?" he ask, voice hoarse from sleep. he normally has soft, puppy eyes, but now that they're filled with sleepiness, the sight is even cuter to you. "yeah, you did," you giggle, and he drives his hands to his face, hiding away, embarrassed. he doesn't get to catch onto your lovesick stare, and you're kinda grateful for it.

"ey, no. don't feel bad about it. i actually thought it was pretty cute," you reassure, although, just like the first time you complimented him, it's something that slips past your lips. you get to see the little wrinkles near his eyes, where his hands don't quite cover, before he turns, giving his back to the television. leandro continues hiding his face, but now on your tummy, your sweatshirt muffling the plea that he slowly mutters. "can you stay with me tonight? i can't seem to fall asleep on my own these days".

your cheeks go warm at the implication that you might be what he needs to have a well rested night of sleep. during the little nap he took, he barely moved, and even if it wasn't the most comfortable position -his legs were cramped up together- his sleep seemed to be peaceful. "y-yeah, if it's what you need to sleep well".

"almost sure you're what i need, liefje".

#football imagine #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #leandro trossard imagine #leandro trossard x reader #leandro trossard x you #leandro trossard x y/n

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 11 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @friendlylocalwhumper!! My bestie!! My good friend!! I hope you like this, I love getting to terrify your characters!!

TWs: captivity, murder, kidnapping, gunshot wounds, fear

Laughter echoed through the hallways. The lights were dim, old. The place was drafty as the winter chill cut through the walls. According to Quinn's research, this was where Major was being kept before his final transfer to the permanent holding facility.

After looking all the research over, Mariano had to agree with them. It had been the only building that made sense. Nondescript while being large enough for their purposes, secure enough while being out in the middle of nowhere. Major had to be here.

Now Mariano crawled, silently, carefully, along the high ceiling. He'd cut through the mesh screen of one of the windows and slipped inside. It was easy enough so far to navigate, hand over hand, claw over claw. He passed through the corridors and towards where the holding cells had to be.

More chatter drifted up, and Mariano paused, watching two guards pass under him. There was no way of knowing what state Major would be in when he got there--knowing this group, he might not even be able to hold onto Mariano. That was the safest assumption.

These two had to go. He'd make it quick. One hand released the ceiling, and he relished the stretch that pulled through his shoulders and core as he aimed at their heads.

Two shots, two hits. Both guards dropped in silence as the smell of burning hair started to waft up. This late, there wouldn't be many people there to notice them for a while.

He swung his arm back up and kept exploring. Any guard that had the misfortune of being on shift was destroyed. Quietly. Mercifully. They never expected it.

It was kinder than they'd been to the warlocks that had passed through these walls.

"Quinn, Remy, Tank." Mariano whispered into his mask as he kept exploring the facility. He knew Quinn had their comms on and would relay things to the others. "Be ready to go when I get out of here." His teeth were clenched around the metal bit of his mask, muffling his words just so. "Once I have him, it'll be a run to the extraction point." He'd parked in a nice, secluded spot, prepped for an easy getaway as soon as he threw his car into gear.

"Understood." Quinn said. "We're keeping an eye out."

I"I'll let you know when we're on our way."

Mariano turned down a hall, eyes glancing around for what Quinn had described the holding cell area as. Strong enough to hold weakened warlocks, but not so permanent that they wouldn't be able to tear it down in a hurry if needed. Likely chain link. It brought to mind going to the animal shelter.

It made Mariano wish, for just a moment, that he'd been less merciful earlier.

But there was nothing to do. He was no necromancer, and there were only a few people here that night. There would be more opportunities in the future, he figured.

Finally, finally, Mariano saw chain link cages off to his right. They were small, grouped together in an unlit alcove that didn't even really count as a room. At least it was deep enough into the building that there was a chance that they wouldn't be discovered. Crawling closer, making his way to a wall for a quick descent, Mariano crept deeper into the darkness.

Alone in the awful cell block, slumped against the corner of his cage, was Major.

His hair was stained with dried blood. His skin was more bruise than anything. His clothes were so soaked with almost-black blood that they would be lucky if they regained their original colors when they were washed. He was so still that for a moment Mariano was afraid that Major was gone.

And then Major looked up. His eyes landed on Mariano. He squinted, as though not sure if he was seeing the human shape on the ceiling properly. Mariano lifted one gloved hand and raised his index finger, bringing it to about where his mouth would be on his faceless casting mask.

"What the..." Major mouthed, eyes slowly getting wider as Mariano got closer. "What the fuck is that...?"

Mariano crawled onto one of the walls before dropping onto the top of Major's cage with a quiet rattle. He crouched down, looking at Major. They couldn't meet eyes, not while Mariano was still in his casting mask, but he waved to the warlock before pulling his hunting knife from his belt.

"Don't, don't..." Major couldn't seem to find his words as Mariano's magic lit up his knife. He sliced into the chain link fencing, making an opening wide enough to slip through. "Fuck off!" Major barked, reaching to try pulling himself to his feet. "Hey--" He couldn't get the rest out as Mariano pressed a hand to his mouth.

"Shhh." Mariano said, low and steady. "Don't scream."

Major didn't seem to recognize him, kicking out and thrashing as hard as he could. His heel connected with Mariano's chest, most of the force getting absorbed by the padding of his gear's top. It sent him falling backwards anyway, and he caught himself with a grunt. "Major, hey--"

Major's fist caught his jaw next as the warlock pounced, and a moment later Mariano’s mask was ripped from his face. He couldn't strike back, and certainly couldn't flip them to pin Major. The mask was tossed away, hitting the chain link walls with a loud clatter. "Major, it's me--stop, you're gonna get us caught!" He hissed, glad that he hadn't dropped his knife.

Major got in another punch, one that caught Mariano's temple and sent the world spinning.

Mariano reeled, blinking hard as he tugged back the hood that hid his eyes from Major. "Major, it's Mariano. I'm here to rescue you." He hissed, catching Major's eyes. The warlock stopped, staring in disbelief before shakily getting off of Mariano.

"Why the fuck are you dressed like that?"

Major was still Major, at least. Mariano glanced down at himself. At gloves with lines that followed the bones of his fingers and ended in metal claws. At the sleek black silhouette of the pants and top. At the pockets and pouches that lined the strap across his torso and his belt, filled with first aid supplies. At the clawed boots and glossy black mask.

"Because I can't climb on walls without it." Mariano said, tugging the hood back up over his eyes. "No one checks the ceilings this late. Plus it freaks guards out." He reached for his mask, putting it back on and immediately feeling more secure with the conductive bit between his teeth.

Major laughed, harsh and acidic and familiar. "Makes you look like a freak." Even with that sentiment, he didn't move away as Mariano got back to his knees in a crouch.

"Well, freaks have more tactical advantage in my experience." He said, rolling his shoulders. "C'mon, on my back. It'll keep you away from my magic."

Major didn't argue with that either, even as he grumbled about having to loop his legs around Mariano's waist. As Mariano stood, he didn't miss how Major held on tighter, or how he turned his head away when Mariano's knife lit up. "Quinn. He's secured, beginning extraction."

There was a route that wouldn't take long. Three doors, three locks, then less than a minute to the car. Mariano started to jog.

The lights cut not two minutes into their escape, replaced with flashing red as alarms started blaring. "Shit--" Major yelped, clinging tighter seemingly without realizing. Mariano didn't stop, breaking into a run.

He heard footsteps behind them, turning and firing two blasts that cut through the darkness. Screams echoed through the hall, followed by the sound of a body crashing to the floor. "Face against my shoulder, it's going to smell fucked up!" He called to Major as he broke into a full run, and for once the man didn't argue.

More guards this time, up ahead. They fired their guns as Mariano fired his magic with a high, trilling whoop, the blasts coming from his mask this time. He felt one arm explode into searing heat just as the guards ahead dropped. That was fine, he'd get that looked at later when the adrenaline had a chance to subside.

He couldn't give any of them time to think.

More guards, more bullets, more magic racing a searing path through the hallway. His thigh lit up next, then his hip. He'd worked with worse circumstances before.

He heard Major yelp, felt him tense and shudder against his back. "Almost out. Almost there, don't let go!" Mariano said, one hand raising up to grip Major's arm. He felt something smear under his gloved thumb. They'd hit Major.

That was much less fine.

Mariano's next blasts hit home, and he raced through the haze of smoke and burning skin and cotton. The locks on the doors didn't need more than a blast each, thankfully, and before long they were bursting into the fresh, night air. Mariano darted towards the cover of the surrounding trees, retracing his steps to where the car was waiting.

"He was hit once, in the forearm." Were the first words out of Mariano's mouth when he yanked the back door open. Remy's and Tank's hands reached out as Mariano turned around, letting them pull their bloodied boyfriend from his back. He shut the door after them before hopping into the driver's seat.

"Were you hit?" Quinn asked as Mariano took his mask off and tugged his hood down.

Mariano twisted the key in the ignition, feeling the restored engine purr to life. "Three times, doesn't matter." He said, sparing them a glance as he started pulling out onto the old dirt road. "None of you can drive stick. I'm not bleeding too badly yet, I can wait a bit." Quinn didn’t argue.

Mariano glanced back through his mirror to where Remy was holding Major's arm, carefully, delicately examining him. Tank had settled him between both of them in the back seat. Between them, nestled under the blanket that Mariano kept back there, Major was almost hidden. Major was safe, there.

"Go ahead and get him healed before we leave the treeline, if you're wanting to. I have supplies if you don't." He motioned to his glove box, and Quinn caught on. They pulled his emergency first aid kit from it, passing it back as Remy's gentle thank-you drifted forwards.

Light shone up from the back seat, and Major's choked-back noises of pain went uncommented on. The trees swallowed the healing radiance. The CD that Bastian had left in the player, on a low volume, swallowed any hitching breaths that could’ve possibly been mistaken for crying.

They'd let Major be strong.

Mariano flicked on his headlights as he eased them onto the empty highway minutes later. Getting to speed, he glanced in his mirror again. Major's head had drooped onto Tank's shoulder, a small frown plastered on his face. Remy was locking the first aid kit again and passing it back to Quinn. Tank had his arm around Major, holding him steady.

Mariano ached, the bullets still in him crying to be pulled out. His shoulder burned, even as he drove using his good arm. But Major needed to get somewhere with a bed, and before that, he needed something greasy and fresh off a griddle. They all did. If he winced while reaching for his wallet in the drive through they'd found, Quinn was kind enough not to mention it.

The extra ten minutes wouldn't kill him by any means, Mariano thought as Quinn passed out the food. It would mean the world to the people huddled around Major in the back seat, and double-checking the route to his right. It was worth washing down any small, low groans or hisses from the road's inperfections with a cold soda.

"Wh...why the fuck did you get me a girl toy?" Major grumbled, opening his bag and seeing what had been tossed in by the fast food worker.

Mariano didn't falter, pulling back onto the highway. "I asked them for one of each for you guys. So you could trade." He explained, popping a fry into his mouth. "It's the best part of getting a toy."

"Fuck off, Mariano." Major snapped.

Mariano grinned, tilting his head to dodge a thrown fry from Major's bag.

It was nice to have Major back.

#Whump #Kidnapping #gunshot wound #Fear #Captivity #Murder #mage of violence #Quinn #Major #Tank #Remy #Thank you Scott!! Thank you for letting me borrow your ocs!!#I hope you enjoy this it was so fun to write!#Happy birthday!!

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year

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Turn me on Mr.Deadman

Eric Draven x Vampire!Male!Reader Smut

A/N : This was a fic swap with my bestie lestatty and I will link his fic because it did a wonderful job at writing it </3

A/N : Tear you apart - By pawsomelestat

A/N : Pronouns for reader are He/Him

FEM ALIGNED DNI

WARNINGS : BLOOD, VIOLENCE, GUNS, DEATH, SMUT

'When I was younger, I always had a fear of death, the anxiety that filled the pit of my stomach swelling as deaths cold grasp held onto my loved ones, but now, deaths hold became warm, and i had never felt more alive.'

Footsteps splashed against concrete, the night was beautiful, it's harsh bite tickling your skin, the wind carrying itself through your hair as you made your way down the sidewalk, hoping nothing more to find someone that was easily forgotten, someone already succumbed to death.

Finding a hopeless soul to feed on was easy in Detroit, it's streets never empty of a worthless druggy unconcious in an alleyway, it was pathetic, but you weren't complaining.

A crash, a sound you were accompanied to, it wasnt the worst thing to hear, amongst all the things that happened, grunting followed, either people getting way to personal for public, or, a fight.

It couldn't hurt to watch, you were bored, and if you got lucky, who knows, one might kill the other, making it easy for you to get a feast, a delightful thought.

The smell of blood hit your nose, it smelled delicious, but you contained yourself, as much as you could, salivating at the thought of the feast you could have.

The situation was as expected, two druggies beefing out, tossing eachother around like Ragdolls, one eventually going to far, crashing the others skull into the brick building.

As the body dropped to the concrete, blood spilled, you panted at the smell, your pupils swallowing your scarlet eyes, going to lunge at the one still alive.

And you ate, ripping from the live ones throat, making quick work of it's blood as the life was ripped from it's flesh, you quickly lapped up the blood from the pre-deceased.

Quick, easy, and delicious, your senses buzzed out from the feast, letting a gun press to the crown of your head, you let out a delighted moan, dazed as the blood made a warm pool in your stomach.

"If you want to try, do it, but you'll find your efforts mediocre at best."

You sighed, using the back of your hand to wipe the blood from your mouth, running a tongue over your fangs.

Your body lurched forward as the stranger aimed the gun at the center of your back and fired, the bullet running straight through you, healing rapidly, thanks to the feast you had.

You groaned as you stood, stretching your back out, exhaling a sharp breath.

"That.. was adorable, really."

You hummed, in quick succession, gripping the strangers neck and holding them to the brick wall, grinning eerily.

You eyed his face, painted to fit that of a mask of tragedy, silly, but cultured, dressed in all black from head to toe, black wavy hair draped over his face, he looked delicious, but lost of the scent of life, it made you frown.

That split second of displeasure let him slam his arm down on yours, breaking your grip, pinning your arm behind your back and pressing you between his front side and the wall.

You laughed maniacally at the silliness of it all, slipping down and kicking his feet from under him, by the time he got up, you were gone, a whistle sounded from above him, as he looked up he saw you once again, crouched on the edge of the rooftop.

"You're attractive, so I'll keep you alive, but I can't trust you'll treat my beauty the same, so if you want me, come and get me."

"-How can you keep someone alive who's already dead?"

"Another one? What's your story?"

Silence, he looked puzzled, you grinned, blowing a sly kiss down to him before turning your heels and prowling off through the city.

You know in horror movies that you're always told never look back, and they always look back anyway, now, that was in the situation you were in, planting your feet on the ground as you took a jump across a building.

That's when you saw him pull himself over the building, a crow fluttering where he stood, you didn't mind a little chase, though you didn't think he'd take 'come and get me' so seriously.

Nonetheless, you set foot again, the wet rooftops proved a hurdle for you to hop, your feet slipping occasionally as you carried yourself through the buildings.

You could feel yourself get more exhausted the longer it went on, gritting your teeth, you spotted an abandoned building thanks to terrorists that roamed Detroit, leaping off the roof you were on, crashing through the window and into the abandoned room, dust rising to the air.

Your heart nearly restarted for a third time as you were slammed to a wall, the strangers face meeting yours, you didn't know how he even got in, or why he was so close, but you were light headed and exhausted.

"Hello again darling."

"-Dont call me that."

"Then what should I call you, Darling?"

You hummed, the pet name rolling off your tongue with a tease.

"Eric, Eric draven."

Your eyebrows lifted in interest.

"We have ourselves a zombie, now isn't this a stereotypical duo."

You chuckled, You knew who he was, the name rung a bell, you enjoyed the music he made when he was alive.

"Who, and what are you?"

He asked, dark eyebrows knitting together, panting breaths escaping his lips, you grinned at the thought of what else he'd lose breath over.

Though you shook yourself out of your thoughts, elaborating who you were and what you were as asked, a open toothed grin spreading across your face as you finished, though without the scent of blood rushing through his veins, Eric smelled delicious.

You didn't intend to, but I light groan slipped your lips, fangs teetering on sinking into your own skin as you bit your lip.

"Fuck.."

SMUT AHEAD YOU'VE BEEN WARNED 👾

You heard Eric sigh, before his painted lips crashed onto yours, and you didn't resist, clawed hands gripping to his jacket, pulling him flush to you.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, grazing against your teeth, your dominant hand slipped up, cupping his jaw and holding him in place as you bit his tongue, blood rising to the surface as he groaned, leaving you to grin as your lips connected again, the bite healing quickly.

You moaned softly as his hand palmed you through your pants, his index finger running on the tent of your pants.

You bucked your hips into his hand, you groaned in frustration as he pulled his hand away, teasing you.

Your breath hitched as his hands undid your belt, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them open, slipping cold long fingers into your briefs.

Your forehead butted against his, watching his smudged lips upturn into a smile as he saw yours coated with a bit of black lipstick.

You watched in silence as he got to his knees, pulling your bottoms and briefs off in one go, pulling your shoes off in the process.

You let out a low whine as his mouth met your tip, planting a light kiss on it before taking you into your mouth, tongue teasing the underside of your cock.

Your head rolled back, clawed hand running through his hair, tugging on it lightly, earning a low groan that vibrated his throat and tickled your skin, biting your lip at the sensation.

As he worked his magic, heat pooled in your stomach, whining as he pulled away from you, eyes half-lidded in desperation, watching as he stood back up, pulling his erection out, biting his lip as it rubbed against yours.

You held onto him as he pulled you up, holding your legs at either side of his waist, you pulled a hand off of him to guide his tip into your hole, letting out a soft moan as it slid in.

"Oh fuck.. you feel amazing."

Eric sighed, slipping his face into your neck, leaving delicate kisses in his wake.

"I could say the same darling."

You hummed, playing with the hair at the base of his neck as he slowly bottomed out into you, you felt full, your breathing almost feeling stifled as if he was poking at your lungs.

"Shit.."

You sighed, lulling your head back resting it against the wall and yet leaning into Eric's kisses, the warmth of him inviting and curious.

You let out a groan louder than intended as he pulled his hips back, before rutting back into you, his heat rising with yours, it felt like you were being fucked by a hot iron poker.

Eric's hips ground mercilessly into you, hands planted firmly on the underside of your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his, your back arching as he grazed your prostate, panting relentlessly as he wasted no time pounding into that spot over and over.

You felt so alive and yet choked by how deep he poked into you, ruby eyes locked on the ceiling as he fucked you, heat you didn't even know when you were alive burned in your belly.

"ff—fuck-! Eric please.."

You whined, gripping to his coat, searching for something to keep you stable.

He slammed into your prostate once more, mewling as his bite sunk into your collarbone, cum spilling out of and inside you, coating your shirt, leaving you a panting hazy mess.

"that was amazing, we should do that on a bed next time.."

A/N : woop writers block said KOBY bc I managed to write this so I hope y'all enjoyed

#eric draven #eric draven x male reader #the crow #the crow movie #smut #vampire #this shit is shameless #it took me a week to write

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 1 year

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29 and 44 w claire!

Money, Money, Money

Ship: Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness

Summary: Claire needs the money Agatha has. Agatha wants something in return.

Word Count: 618

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: dubious consent, spitting, slight pet play if your squint, hints towards smut, hair pulling

A/N: thanks for sending in bestie, it was so fun to write this

“What do you want me to do?” Agatha asks, lounging back in the uncomfortable chair she was so graciously provided to sit in. “My hands are tied, I can no longer give you the financial backing you require.”

“There must be something.” Claire insists. “Agatha, please. I need this money.”

The governor looks strained, visibly upset.

Slowly, Agatha eyes the other woman, her gaze taking in the whole of her.

“And would you be willing to do something in exchange for my aid?” Agatha's blue bright eyes catch Claire’s more silvery ones. “I have need of several things… If you're interested and willing.”

Something suddenly feels like it's pressing against Claire's chest as she stares at Agatha, at loss for words.

“De-” Claire’s voice cracks, and she can feel her face flush as she clears her throat. “Depends on what those things are.”

Agatha nods, before moving to stand up.

“Well, this has been… Certainly a waste of my time.”

Claire panics as Agatha strides towards the door, realizing that her opportunity is slipping through her fingers.

“Wait!”

Agatha pauses, but doesn't turn around.

“Whatever it is, I'll do it.”

Claire hates the clear desperation in her voice.

Agatha smiles sharply as she spins on her heel so she is once more facing Claire, and the sudden hungry look in the raven-haired woman’s eyes sends a chill down Claire's spine.

“Come here.” Agatha practically husks out.

Claire hesitantly stands, before walking over to where the other woman is standing.

“Good.” Agatha praises. “You know how to listen. Now.” Her smile falls and her face becomes an unreadable mask in one smooth movement. “Get on your knees.”

Claire can feel her eyes widen.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, princess.” Agatha's tone is dangerously soft. “I want you to kneel for me. Anything for my money, hm?”

Claire hates how Agatha isn't wrong.

Her face burns as she slowly sinks to her knees, and she can't find the willpower to overcome how embarrassed she feels, choosing to keep her gaze firmly fixed on the wooden flooring.

“What a pretty little pet you'd make.” Agatha coos.

Claire whimpers as she slowly becomes aware of the arousal pooling in between her thighs.

“Awww…” Agatha sarcastically comments. “How pathetic are you that all it takes for you to get on your knees is the promise of funding? You aren't a governor, you're just a fucking whore.”

Shame burns her. Agatha is right.

There's a steady tap tap tap as Agatha walks, and Claire can only tell the other woman has settled into her seat because of the way the leather groans.

“Come to me. Crawl.” She commands.

Claire whimpers again, but does as she is bidded.

When she reaches Agatha's feet, she yelps, long and nimble fingers twisting their way into her hair, yanking her head upwards.

“Open your mouth.” Agatha calmly orders.

Hesitantly, Claire obeys, and before she has time to process, the raven-haired woman is spitting into her mouth.

A flush of arousal floods through her, so strongly that the moan that spills from her is involuntary.

“I never thought you could make such sweet noises.”

Claire suddenly realizes how blown Agatha's pupils are.

“Me neither.”

Agatha's lips curl into a cruel smile.

“Well you'll be making plenty of them before I'm through with you.” She says as she settles back in Claire’s seat. “Now, how about you show your owner how much you want her money, hm?”

Agatha starts pushing Claire's head towards her crotch, and Claire gets the message, pushing Agatha's skirt up to discover she isn't wearing any panties, and that she is soaking wet.

“Go on.” The other woman’s grip tightens on her hair. “Make me feel good.”

#sky writes #sky's blurbs #kathryn hahn #agatha harkness #claire debella #claire debella x agatha harkness #agatha harkness x claire debella #c: agatha #c: claire #sky's inbox #wandakink #sky answers #sky replies #sky's stolen ask games

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leilaontop · 2 years

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Can you make a Sally face× reader. Surprise me bestie😏😏 iykyk

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yessir 👍

WARNINGS: SMUT, PRAISE, M4F, LOVING

always aged up!!

“ughhhh” sally groaned in pleasure as he thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. “your doing so well baby, keep going, keep going i want you to cum for me,” he whispered in your ear, sweat dripping down his mask into your bear breasts.

sally’s hand reached from a table position to his left hand grappling your left breast. His rough hands massaged the soft tissue as his fingers navigated towards your nipple, rubbing it softly.

a light whimper spilled from your lips as the pads of his fingers twisted your nipple and his cock thrusted in and out of you at a inhuman pace.

“you’re doing so good baby, im so proud of you, i can feel you getting tighter, fuck, baby,” sal moans as his head dips to your shoulder. the bed shook with the harsh thrusts and sharp jabs he repeatedly made into your g-spot, the feeling making your toes curl and back arch off the bed into sals stomach.

“fuck sal, sal, sal please faster i need you,” you yelled out of need. “i’ve got you baby, i’ll make you cum,” he spoke breathlessly, muffled through his mask. “wait, wait baby,” he said grabbing the small of your back and flipping you over to straddle his waist. his cock slips out as you greedily shove it back into your heat, groaning while it plummets into you. “god damn, sweetheart fuck me,” he whines as his hands come to grab your plump waist.

you start to grind back and forth, the stimulation making your clit throb deliciously as it rubs into his happy trail. the sensation making your mouth water with pleasure. you can start to feel the coil in your lower stomach start to tighten and you start to bounce up and down against his cock. “oh my god, oh my god, keep going pleas please it feels so good i’m gonna cum,” sal spurts out in pure bliss.

his hand travels down to your swollen clit and rubs in vigorous and large circles. “oh fuck!” you yelp and you fall forward, tits meeting sals face. he wishes he could suck your perky nipples but his insecurities get the best of him when it comes to his face in any situation. his hand speeds up as your legs shake and your pussy clenches around his cock, orgasm washing over you like a hard wave.

“ugh!” sal groans as hot spurts of cum shoot out of cock into your heat. his hips pushing into your thighs in greed.

you both groan in happiness and you fall into him. “i love you” he said. “i love you to sal,” you spoke heartfelt.

#sally face #sal fisher #smut

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homielander · 2 years

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ik you said in your tags “don’t get me started on homelander” this season but 😭 def do get started. i’m honestly not sure how i feel about his development this season lmao, like he’s still my fave character, but some of these writing choices had me hm. also think ryan should’ve had way more scene time this season if this was the direction they were heading…

i feel you bestie!! i was thinking about writing a very lengthy post on why i didn't like season 3 sometime soon to get it out of my system once and for all (so that i don't keep annoying my followers and mutuals who liked this season.. sorry lol) but i actually have so many issues with homelander this season that it warrants its own post. so thank you for giving me the opportunity!!

anyway, most of my problems with s3 homelander can really be traced back to one thing

like... it's giving nothing

it doesn't make much sense considering their prior worldbuilding — just in terms of how homelander and supes at large have always been perceived by the public. homelander has been wholly unmarred by scandal up until very recently in the world of the boys (butcher says as much in the first episode). yes, some fringe groups idolize him, but homelander has been carefully crafted to be popular across both sides of the political aisle. and he was literally endorsing a democrat this season! he's never been a trump-like figure, but since the writers were hellbent on him becoming more like trump as the mask slips, let’s consider it for a moment.

the problem is you have to make vought profoundly inept to do it. i don't believe that vought wouldn't utilize every resource and PR trick in the book to restore his reputation. they're extremely image-conscious. so for them to not only reluctantly approve but actually encourage inevitable PR disasters such as homelight stretches the limits of the imagination. and they really didn't have a better CEO backup in place than ashley?? seriously? there were so many obvious plot contrivances that had to first occur in order for the trump-homelander comparisons to fully manifest and that just. irks me deeply. and it's not like they did it for groundbreaking commentary either — while this show has featured meaningful satire in the past, the trumpian homelander stuff offers nothing fresh or insightful and is really boring #tome.

i also feel like, in the last two seasons, they've been able to distinguish homelander as a symbol of american nationalism from homelander the person — so there's the obvious political commentary but running parallel to that is homelander himself with completely separate motivations. homelander as a symbol distributing a weapon of mass destruction (compound v) to terrorist cells around the globe checks the political commentary box. whereas homelander himself just wants to fix a bad situation for madelyn (and it's a similar scenario with stormfront in season 2). this season, those two things merged in a forced and unnatural way and it was extremely damaging to the character. (like, why did he offer supersonic mexican food?? there are exactly two scenarios where he’d care about race — if it could negatively impact vought’s ratings, or to make the distinction between regular humans and supes. we’ve been over this!)

one thing that made homelander feel like a fundamentally different person was how openly aggressive he was all of a sudden? he's always threatened people behind closed doors or operated with just enough subtlety that he has plausible deniability in case he's questioned about it later (unless, of course, he plans to kill the other person). think of the scene with the deep in the seven's conference room in 1.02, or him and stormfront on the film set in 2.06. well that went out the window this season! now he's making vulgar comments totally out of line with his wholesome christian image to a prospective member of the seven, or openly threatening milkshake-drinking a-train in plain view of vought employees, or having a meltdown and considering lasering someone when innocently questioned about EBITDA margins. (edit: this all would have been fine if only they'd built up to it, but we saw this behaviour right away! more on that in the next paragraph)

and you may say, "well that's to show he's losing his grip!" but the reason i didn't like it was because it's not really the direction his character was poised to take at the end of season 2. we saw him in an increasingly tightening leash while his ratings were slipping, which i'd say actually makes it much more likely for him to consistently be on his best behaviour. however, we don't get nearly enough of homelander being forced to cooperate except for one scene with stan where he’s already being pissy, or homelander going out of his way to boost his ratings, perhaps by saving people. (and you know, he does do that. that's why he was so popular once upon a time.) i think kripke said something about how each season, he wants to take something away from homelander until he snaps — this season, it seems like one of the things homelander lost was widespread public support, echoing stormfront's "you can't win the whole country anymore" from the last season. but he hated that idea, remember? he's always chased broad appeal, which is why i was a little confused when ashley expressed that he dropped in ratings in so many demographics and he.... brushed it off ?? i think this whole plot falls flat for me since we don't really get to see homelander trying to win the public back (and fail). we can't feel the extent of his loss (and seemingly, neither does he) or the full force of his relief when some nutjobs cheer him on anyway. it should have been a very straightforward arc but they skipped some key steps (it wouldn’t even have taken much time! all they really needed to do was indicate that there had been prior PR efforts) and it made the whole thing incoherent.

instead of seeing this process, we get #homelight, which we're told is a great PR strategy. i'm not so sure that the optics are favourable here — he's been said to be a mentor figure to her, there's a significant age gap, she visibly cringes when they're standing in close proximity of each other, and worst of all, dating a blonde white girl after his last scandal was due to his involvement with a nazi is..... a choice. i already have a lot of trouble buying it — i think vought would put forth a much safer option for a PR relationship. nevertheless, i suppose this sets up a potentially interesting dynamic... only for it to remain completely unexplored throughout the season.

think about it! the antithesis of a superhero interacting, non-contentiously, with the true superhero of the series!! both raised as products, but ending up wildly different. there's a lot to unpack there from a storytelling pov. i've also always thought that thematically, it would fit best for either hughie or annie (the most likely option based on this season) to take homelander down, so establishing a relationship (i don't mean a romantic one) between them now would have made that future so much more compelling. idk if there's an opportunity anymore given that annie has left the seven. it's incredibly clear that the purpose of that little plot thread was pure shock value to get more conversation going after the first three eps.

[that also highlights larger problems with the season imo. 1. a refusal to give us new, interesting character dynamics (though expanding on the MM/annie dynamic was delightful) 2. a lot of evolution randomly occurring during the time jump so that some characters start s3 super different from how they ended s2 — which is so jarring! 3. annie can have no flaws even though she was learning to embrace the "whatever it takes mentality" during all of s2 and 4. a bunch of scenes existing solely for shock value and nothing more]

in general, s3 homelander was super dumbed down (i wrote a bit more about it here) and imo, lacked the emotional depth of the prior two seasons. apparently antony starr himself asked kripke to tone it down and not write homelander as a bumbling fool, which is when you know the situation is dire😭😭

link to interview

even the one scene i've seen garner a lot of praise (and i liked it a lot too!) — the mirror scene — contributed nothing new to his character (which i really think it should have done if you're going to write something so direct, but that's just me). it only reiterated what we already know: he wants love, is sorely lacking parental figures, can rely on himself and nobody else, and so on. i'll retract this if they plan to do something interesting with mirror!homelander à la black noir in the comics, but that feels too creative for the writers who came up with this season and patted themselves on the back for it. a homelander alter-ego has also not been hinted at prior to that scene, nor after it, so i'm not sure i'd even want them to go there. the point is, if that's the highlight of the character's emotional arc all season then idk... that's not great

there were other opportunities to add some emotional weight, particularly with maeve or noir or soldier boy, but the way those scenes were framed didn't really give the audience any opportunity to feel for him.

when it came to black noir, everyone was obviously far more emotional about his death, and rightfully so. meanwhile there were no allusions to homelander's complicated history with noir, which is a baffling choice considering this is the last we'll see of their onscreen dynamic. based on the last episode of the boys: diabolical (said by show creators to be canon and even dubbed "required viewing" for s3 by kripke), noir was instrumental in turning homelander into one of vought's puppets who kills out of convenience. emphasizing this would have added more depth to their final scene (from homelander's pov) but instead it comes off as him throwing a hissy fit because he was lied to... which we've already seen! at this point it's just played out.

found a screencap of the ep! it was only 20 mins iirc but it was a neat bit of background

then we have homelander's confrontation with soldier boy. one of the core themes of the season has been the downfalls of toxic masculinity, yet we're supposed to cheer for soldier boy calling his son weak and emotional and a pussy (as highlighted by butcher and maeve's satisfied, triumphant smirks in the seconds following). it just made a lot of their prior commentary ring hollow, because there's no reproof of this attitude — it's fine if it's directed towards homelander, apparently. (tw sa i'm not sure this was their intention, but they've been having tonal issues of this nature since season 1. for instance, the creators have expressed amusement at the scene where the deep was sexually assaulted and that episode did not come with appropriate content warnings like 1.01 did — again reinforcing the idea that "this fucked up thing is actually okay if it happens to a fucked up person. you can cheer." and the audience did!)

the one that hurts me the most personally is maeve and homelander, because all of the complexity that made their scenes some of my favourites of the series was sucked away. i talked about it earlier here and here (linking because i don’t want to repeat things). it was most evident during their final fight scene, though, because it was literally just a brawl devoid of feelings on either end. it was supposed to be a moment of epic catharsis for maeve, but she didn't say anything impactful or even express emotions that i could latch on to beyond a couple of smirks. and i didn't get a sense of what homelander felt beyond mild annoyance at the start. the emotional emptiness of their fight sequence is especially glaring when contrasted with their showdown in the season 2 finale, which was so much shorter and yet was packed with soooo many more emotions.

the only other place they could have added some emotional beats is with ryan. unfortunately their reconciliation felt entirely unearned. ryan in the finale had me scratching my head. i agree with you — we should have had 2 full eps of homelander trying to win ryan back at minimum if that's where they were planning on taking him.

i guess my final complaint is a larger problem with the season, which is that the power-scaling has gone to shit. it was implied in s1 that homelander could take nukes, but maeve punched with enough power to halfway crack the floor or dent a cabinet and that was able to make him bleed. maeve's attacks should have been shown to be a lot more forceful if they were going to write the scene that way. the other problem is that maeve plus one more powerful supe (temp-v butcher, for instance) seems like enough to take homelander on, based on the way that fight was progressing. this destroys the notion they've been parroting all season of homelander being on an entirely different level than everyone else. (further, i feel like it negates the need for soldier boy and paints the main gang’s drastic actions as idiotic and callous.) most importantly, it takes away from the terror of homelander quite significantly, which was such a rich source of tension earlier on in the show.

all in all, i think homelander in s3 was pretty bad, and not in an entertaining way. a lot of people seem to like that he's becoming more batshit, which is cool and all, but that's never been the most captivating part of the character. the largest source of praise i saw for this show going into it was how they managed to revamp comic!homelander into a character that was terrifying in his competence and felt distressingly human despite being the most powerful man alive. at this point, i'm annoyed merely seeing him do progressively crazier things all while most of the elements of the character that drew fans to him in the first place are discarded for the sake of lazy political commentary.

#homelander #the boys #asks #also why did he milk a cow SJHSKHJS ?????#i mean i know why. i understand it in theory. i hate it though #and btw if this seems excessively nitpicky.. im aware that it is at some points!#but i kinda wanna cover all the bases so i never have to post abt this specific thing ever again #(unless i get an ask in which case idm of course)#ALSO SORRY this took like a month to answer but i have been so busy i needed a little time to sit down and just get all of this out #initially i was just gonna answer w the meme but then i couldn't shut up and i kept adding things and it became this #no tldr bc evidently im not capable of being succinct

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deesselouvre · 3 years

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Not m1r@cide tweeting a screencap of some twt replies that directly imply she might be attracted to minors because she thinks beastiality and furries is a good clapback 💀💀💀

#electra dont look #do not rblg #she really thinks she did something there huh #'yeah drawing n s f w of fictional kids implies you might eb attracted to kids but what about FURRIES?’#bestie keep your head up your mask is slipping

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Hi. Are you still taking requests? Would it be alright to ask for tasm!Peter x Magical girl!reader. Like she got her powers when she was 14 and obviously she's an adult now but she still has her powers and is still able to transform. Her and Peter are best friends and he sees her transform and kinda teases her about her very frilly dress but ends up eating his words when she ends up saving him. This is so cracky and dumb but I can't get this headcanon out of my head xD. The more magical girl tropes the better.

yes i'm still taking requests!! and omg anon i'm obsessed with this. peter and sailor moon bff. this is so silly and was so much fun to write!! thank you for sending this in!!! <3

The first time you transformed in front of Peter, or anyone else for that matter, it's because the two of you were at a crowded event in the middle of Central Park, which had soon become chaos when the latest supervillain decided to cause trouble.

You knew Peter was Spider-Man (you'd figured it out after he landed in his room without knowing you were there, and when Spidey stuttered out something about looking for your best friend, and said best friend showed up 5 minutes later... it was a little obvious), but he had no clue you had powers or exactly what those powers entailed.

You didn't really know much about your powers either, besides that they had seemingly come from some alien ship that'd crashed into your house when you were a teenager, which had simultaneously taken away your mother, and left you with a strange little brooch next to you in the wreckage. You had to google what it was because who wears brooches nowadays??

Long story short, some instinct in you had told you to press the little button on the brooch when you'd been cornered by some gross men alone on the subway at night, and suddenly it floated in front of you. And then you were in a cute dress that made you feel both ridiculous and also very powerful.

Turns out that wasn't all in your head, because soon enough all the men in front of you were on the floor.

It was kind of awesome.

So, like any other New Yorker given mysterious powers out of nowhere, you used them to fight bad guys in your free-time. And were very careful to stay away from a certain spider-boy when you were doing so.

Anyways, back to the supervillain chaos. About the same time Peter was about to slip away behind a tree to slip his mask on, you hit your brooch without a second thought. And all he could do was stand there and stare in disbelief as light surrounded you, suddenly leaving you in a very elaborate dress he had never seen before in his life. He was completely frozen, about to deliver some crack about how ridiculous you looked, when you noticed a very large piece of concrete flying towards the two of you before his spidey senses did.

Needless to say he shut up as you flew him away from the scene, up to the nearest building.

"Um, what the fuck, dude?"

You quickly caught Peter up to speed on what you knew, since it was minimal at this point, and he was floored. Rambling half a mile a minute about how cool it was that the two of you were best friend vigilantes.

"That is so stupid. A magical prom dress."

"Peter!" You smacked his chest.

"What! It's a little funny, you have to admit. You're like alien Sailor Moon."

"I'm very much human, you dick!" You watched as he bent over laughing in amusement, just at the pure absurdity of the situation, not at you. You just glared at him.

"You realize that it is equally, if not more stupid that, after just getting a little spider bite, you chose to wear a red and blue spandex outfit, shoot webs around that you took the time to make of your own free will, and brand yourself after a bug, right?"

"Well, actually, it's an arachnid--"

"Are you going to keep arguing with me or are you going to actually be useful and help me take down the guy destroying Central Park right now?"

Peter definitely kept referring to you as his vigilante bestie from then on.

#peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #ag!peter parker x reader #ag peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield peter parker x reader #spider-man x reader #tasm spider-man x reader #tasm peter parker headcanons #peter parker headcanons #headcanons #my fics

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reidsnose · 3 years

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Young and Beautiful

overview: spencer and reader spend the day together and feel like little kids again

genre: fluff

a/n: ok i think this concept is so cute but i feel like i wrote it dumb LMAO but its fine i'm excited tho lmk if y'all like it at all :)

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the setting sun peaked through the trees as you and Spencer walked around aimlessly. it wasn't often that you had days off, let alone enough to spend together. and the city was curiously empty, the usual bustle of the day having died down by evening. most people are itching to go home on a random Wednesday night.

"i really don't like the look of those clouds y/n." Spencer warned, pointing towards a large, dark gray cloud.

"i already told you i checked the weather and they said no rain!" you countered, though you had to admit the cloud looked pretty hefty. "it will probably just pass us over."

he hummed a hesitant agreement and carried on with the conversation you two were having. you looked around as the two of you talked, taking in the peace of the moment. the light breeze, the the hum of distant cars as you neared a park, the way the sunlight sparkled in Spencer's eyes as he talked, a golden tint covering the world around you.

he watched you soaking up the beauty around you, wondering if you ever saw your own. you were truly the most beautiful person alive. inside and out. he smiled to himself as your eyes lingering on the empty playground.

"you wanna go to the playground?" he asked, your eyes lighting up.

"is that weird? like were fully adults why is that twisty slide calling my name?" you giggled.

in a surge of confidence, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the playground with you, the rouge on your cheeks masked by the flush of a quick run. when he was around you, he felt like a kid again. you did too.

you tried not to think about how your hand tingled from holding his. it was only a couple of seconds and probably meant nothing, but you couldn't shed that wonderful feeling.

you guys raced to the slide, giggling like a bunch of school kids at recess. he beat you to the twisty slide, climbing quickly to the top and sliding down head first right off the end. you followed immediately after, arms stretched in front of you like superman and landing on the floor next to him.

"God, this reminds me of making a 'best friend' every time i went to the playground as a kid," you laughed, standing up and offering him a hand.

"cant say i relate to that," he chuckled, grabbing your outstretched hand and hoisting himself off the ground, sending a surge of electricity through his veins.

"oh come on! you never met another kid at the park and you two swore to be best friends forever and then never saw each other again?"

"nope," he replied, popping the p, "i didn't go to the playground much when i was little, nor was i the most sociable kid."

"hmm..." you hummed, "well i think you need to experience that."

he chuckled, but this time it was your turn to grab his hand and lead him somewhere. you two ran to get under the jungle gym, his long legs struggling to fit underneath.

"what are we doing under here?" he laughed, grunting as he pulled on his legs so he could sit criss cross.

"you're making your first ever playground best friend." you answered simply, sticking out your pinky. "do you...state your full name.."

"Spencer Walter Reid." he laughed, looping his pinky with yours.

"do you Spencer Walter Reid pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" you asked, trying hard to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

"i do." he answered, shaking your intertwined pinkies up and down after he was met with silence.

"ok now ask me," you whispered.

"do you...state your full name.." he echoed.

"y/f/n." you giggled.

"do you y/f/n pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" he asked, stifling a smile.

"i do." you answered, pinkies still linked in front of you.

"ok now what?" he whispered.

"by the power vested in me by this playground, i now pronounce us best friends forever. we may now kiss our thumbs." you announced.

he laughed confused and you both leaned in, pecking your own thumbs on the pinky promise hand, only the distance of your linked hands between your lips.

he blurted a fact on the history of kissing, how it was used in the olden days to seal the deal. he also mentioned how all the pinky promises he's ever done never involved him kissing his thumb, you laughed and said that it must be a Vegas thing.

you two used just about every piece of playground equipment, truly feeling like little kids again. giggling and screaming and being immature, your inner children completely taking over.

a clap of thunder interrupted you two while taking turns jumping off of the swings. your eyes grew wide as you looked at each other, recalling how you swore it wasn't going to rain.

just as you opened your mouth to say it still might not rain, it started absolutely pouring. the both of you were drenched in seconds, grabbing haphazardly onto eachothers hands and breaking out into a sprint, running as fast as both of you could in the direction of Spencer's apartment (which was much closer than yours).

but he did not have the long distance endurance, and to be honest neither did you and after a few minutes of running, you guys were still about half a mile away, huffing and puffing and soaking wet.

Spencer wasn't sure if most of his breath was lost from running, or from holding onto you this long. maybe a mix of both?

"lets just walk! were soaked already so who cares!" he shouted over the pitter patter of the storm, still hand and hand with you.

"who are you and what have you done with Spencer," you laughed, lifting your joined hands above you and twirling underneath.

he only chuckled a response, this time he lifted your intertwined hands allowing you to twirl again, humming a classical piece horribly off key.

the two of you started dancing down the sidewalk, spinning and jumping and swaying and leaping and laughing til you could barely stand. his lanky limbs flying left and right as you took turns humming different styles of music, even opting for an Irish jig at one point. and all in the pouring rain.

this was arguably the most fun either of you had ever had and we all know what happens to time when you're enjoying yourself. before you knew it you guys had arrived at his apartment.

water dripped from the both of you as you ran up the stairs, slipping and sliding all over the place.

"let me give you some of my clothes to change into so you don't have to drive home all soaked," he offered, unlocking the door and beckoning you to come inside.

"thanks bestie," you giggled, suppressing a shiver as you stepped inside.

he grabbed two towels, handing you one as you followed him into his room and watched him searching his dresser for something to give you.

he gave you a pair of sweatpants and told you to pick any sweater you wanted, causing you both to turn a deep shade of red as you realized you were sharing clothes.

he grabbed some clothes for himself and went to go change in the bathroom, letting you use his bedroom for more privacy. it was always the little things he did for you that made your heart burst.

you pulled his sweater over your head, taking in the smell of him that lingered on it. you smiled to yourself as you did, realizing you're already close enough with him to recognize it.

you finished changing and walked out of his room, seeing him reading on his couch, lounging in comfy clothes.

the sight of you in his clothes left him speechless, he imagined if you two were dating this might be a common occurrence. he shook his head of the thought and stood up as you offered him a smile, grabbing your keys off of the counter.

"thank you for today Spencer, it was.." you looked up at him trying not to get lost in his eyes, "..so much fun."

"thank you for making me feel like a kid again, there aren't many people who can do that. i don't know what i would do without you" he smiled, stepping slightly closer to you.

you couldn't believe your ears, or what was about to come toppling out of your mouth. he was just being so sweet and sentimental, your brain short circuited.

"love you forever." you blurted, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

to your surprise (and delight), he stuck out his pinky, which you gladly looped with your own.

"love you more." he professed, leaning in to kiss his thumb.

him admitting this gave you an incredible rush of confidence and as you both went in to seal the deal of the pinky promise, you tightened your pinky with his and pulled your hands down, pecking his lips with your own.

it was a quick kiss but you still felt like you were on top of the world.

Spencer barely had time to process what had happened before it was already over. he couldn't believe it. the perfect kiss with the most perfect girl and he nearly missed it.

he pulled you back for one more, slightly longer kiss, just to make sure. you both smiled into it, floating around on cloud nine.

you pulled away and smiled widely at his lovesick face before giving a small wave and walking out the door, scampering down the stairs and out to your parked car.

he snapped out of his daze and ran to the window, waving goodbye to you with the worlds dopiest smile on his face. it dropped suddenly as he realized he never truly asked you out on a date.

"y/n!" he called from the window. you looked back up at him and waved, "do you wanna go out this weekend?"

you laughed before calling back at him, "its a date!"

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aggressivelyclueless · 3 years

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ouija board

in which it gets out of hand. . . but only a little

warnings: v spooky

(heads up this one’s kinda long, whoops lol)

(@qoinq-qhost u were looking for more danny being a lil shit? vvvv)

Sam was just about ready to get the seance rolling. Thundery and weeping outside, candlelight inside - it seemed like a good night for it. This time around, there were four of them: her, of course; Felicity, from third-hour, had brought the board; her bestie Star (who Sam had almost uninvited, as she hadn't been deemed goth enough, but she owed Felicity a favour and letting this slip was it); and Star's boyfriend-of-the-week, Jake (also not goth, and very much on thin ice).

They sat clustered together on the full-moon rug in Sam's room, a jumbo bag of Chex Mix forgotten on the floor by Jake's backpack. Only the little brown bits were left. "You're host," Felicity was saying, scooting up into a proper cross-legged sitting position and centering the board on the carpet between them. She produced the most important piece - the polished wooden planchet - and dropped it into Sam's waiting palm. "You start."

Star opened her mouth, almost thought better of it, and then asked, "Are we going to get a demon?"

"That's not how this works," said Felicity, shooting Sam a look to keep her quiet. Felicity had the tolerance for questions like those, and the patience not to be cross. "We're not summoning demons. We're communing with the dead. There's a difference."

"Is it still going to be scary?"

Sam bit her tongue. With luck, it would be, and she wouldn't have to deal with Star's antics next time, whether they were at her house or not.

"I don't know," said Felicity, "Maybe. We've never done one at this house before. We might not get a ghost at all."

Sam shrugged, setting the puck down in the center of the board and keeping her first two fingers on it. The others scooted closer, getting comfortable, and followed suit. The candleflames throughout the room were perfectly still.

"Is there anyone here with us tonight?"

For a moment: nothing. She glanced up into the empty air, as if she could spot a slinking shadow on the wall or a flickering shape hovering by the ceiling. She couldn't, even though she wanted to.

Then the slight pull of the token under their collective fingers, and the drawn scraping sound as it crawled slowly across the board: YES.

So they weren't going to come up empty tonight. She glanced over at Star, wondering how intense things would get before she'd bail. Sam was certain that, at some point, she would, or maybe she was getting her hopes up. Star didn't exactly look like goth material. All things considered, this was probably the wrong scene for her.

But she had owed Felicity that favour.

"Why are you here, spirit?" Felicity asked, shifting a little in place. Right to the point.

The planchet under their fingers was still. Sam knew the rules better than anyone: if the ghost chose to answer, it would have to tell the truth.

The ghost chose not to.

Star's eyes darted to Felicity, but there was a hesitation before she spoke. When she did, the words were wrung-out and barely there. "Ask him if he's friendly."

"You ask him," said Jake, nudging her with an elbow. Between the four of them, he was the least invested in the endeavor, seeming more bored than anything. He shrugged, trying to scoot his letter jacket a little higher on his shoulders without having to take his fingers off the puck. The jacket refused.

"Okay." Star took a deep breath, turning her eyes back to the board. The planchet, for the time being, rested on YES. "Ghost," she said, somewhat uncomfortable at directly addressing the dead, "Do you mean us harm?"

Immediately, she could feel the wooden puck go cold under her touch. It slid off YES, veered partway across the board, and went still again. The chill at her fingertips vanished.

"Don't like the looks of that," muttered Felicity. "Sam, you think we should call this one off?"

Sam gave it a moment of consideration. "I don't know. Maybe, but not yet. Let me try once." She cleared her throat. "Spirit - will you tell us your name?"

The planchet didn't have to think about it this time. Star could feel the cold tingling in her fingers again as it moved, slowly but deliberately, and spelled out: JAMES. She frowned.

"What's your purpose here, James?" Felicity ventured, but the ghost revealed nothing. The silence stretched on; finally, she sighed. "Doesn't like me much, does he?"

"I don't know," said Star, which she thought sounded better than a flat-out no. It didn't do any good; Felicity was already looking a little put-out, and Star reached up with her free hand and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't feel bad. We still like you plenty, even if that silly ghost doesn't."

Sam fought back a groan of distaste. Whatever Felicity saw in Star, Sam was seeing none of it. She wanted to tune Star out, didn't want to see her so distracted as if communing with the dead was a mere game.

If things started to hit the fan, Sam was sure she'd never want to come again. In fact, she was starting to count on it.

But would provoking the ghost be worth it? "James," she said, still contemplating it, "Why are you here? What is it you're seeking?"

The puck meandered for a moment, as if conflicted. It rested on the empty part of the board between F and S, turned around, and aimed mostly toward H.

That was when Star jerked her hand back, as if the planchet had burned her. All of a sudden she seemed to be paying attention; Sam wondered if she had finally realized what, exactly, they were dealing with. Whether she did or not, it was too late. She'd disrupted the connection.

Sam had never seen it, but she'd heard the stories of what happened at sessions when someone did that.

Every single candle around the room went out at once.

"Star, what the hell," said Felicity, "Remember how earlier I said you couldn't do that - "

Star's already-high-pitched voice was pinched. "Sorry, sorry! It's just it got cold all of a sudden, I thought he wanted me to - "

Sam scowled in the dark. "What are you talking about, no it didn't - "

"It did so! Just now!"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I knew we shouldn't have invited you - "

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

The flash of lightning through the window made the ghost into a spindly and angular silhouette, floating in the air by the glass and jolting Star and Sam both out of their argument. The planchet on the board, still under six fingers but by now forgotten, shot out from under them and flew across the room, bouncing off the side of the desk and skittering somewhere under the bed.

Oh, it was hitting the fan now, all right. "This is your fault," Sam hissed through her teeth, glowering in Star's direction, but already her mind was racing to find a way to appease the disturbed spirit. She'd held plenty of seances before, but generally found audience with lesser or fragmented dead. Only twice had she been forced to close a session early.

Never had she met such an angry spirit before - and not only was it angry, it was in her room.

"Ideas," Felicity snapped, in an effort to keep Sam from boiling over, and in the same effort to keep Star from tears, "What do we do?"

"Run, maybe?" said Jake, but the sharp and thunderous BANG from the walls around them cut him off. His eyes darted to the door, but it slammed itself shut before he could get up to his feet and make his escape.

"Hold on a sec, guys," said Sam, "Jake, sit down, we're not done yet - hang on, I said! I got a flashlight." She groped for her backpack, brushed over one of eight plushy spider feet, and yanked it unceremoniously into her lap. Half-unzipping it, she produced the promised flashlight and clicked it once, twice, a handful of times in quick succession as nothing happened. "Shit. Shit shit shit - "

"There," Star whispered, her eyes fixed on the shadowy side of the room behind the bed. She pointed with one manicured finger, making the rest of them turn to look.

The ghost was only there for an instant, hanging in the air as a smoky and ill-defined shadow against the hazy grey light from the window, but flickered away an instant later. The pounding rain outside almost masked the haunt's staticky and echoing laughter.

Felicity put a hand over Sam's and tried not to squeeze it too hard. Her fingernails dug in a little anyhow. "Do you think we can still close this out?" She didn't sound too hopeful.

"No," said Star, with a sudden and bone-chilling certainty. "He's staying."

Sam looked over at her, agape. How can you know that? she wanted to say, but her mouth had gone dry and she couldn't force it to move. Star's eyes were on her; just for a moment, Sam swore there was a glint of something behind their usual blue-grey, but it was there and gone before she could be sure.

"We're staying," she said again, and this time Sam heard the echo in it, and this time the glint of green in her eyes lingered. The ghost had her, appearing as a dark and swaying wisp in the air behind her, hands on her shoulders, keeping her still and calm. Her eyes - the ghost's seyes - were on Sam, and a sudden, absurd thought struck her:

Isn't James his middle name?

The knot of rising terror in Sam's gut broke, and cold tingling relief poured over her. For a moment she let it, willing the adrenaline to fade and the pounding heartbeat in her ears to settle, and then shifted gears.

That sonofabitch, I'll kill him for this one.

"No, you're not."

Star's head and the shadow's head cocked to one side in unison. "No?"

Sam was locked on the spirit but her voice was directed at Felicity (and Jake, but to a lesser extent). "Come here."

Felicity hesitated. "What, are you serious - ?"

"Come here," Sam snapped, setting her first two fingers on the center of the board, ignoring the fact that the planchet was still misplaced somewhere under the bed.

"I don't like this," Felicity whispered, but followed Sam's lead regardless.

Star's fingers came out and rested gingerly on top, and Sam was certain that, underneath the veneer of shadows, the ghost was smiling.

"You listen to me, James," Sam commanded, with a seriousness that made Felicity and Jake both flinch, "You'd better get out of here."

Star's mouth turned up in a smile. "And why's that?"

"Because if you don't, I'll banish you into next week."

"Sam," Felicity breathed, "I don't think that's such a good idea - "

"I'll do it," Sam reiterated, cutting Felicity off.

The smils on Star's face widened. "Promise?"

Then the fingers on the board were moving, overcome by a pins-and-needles sensation that turned the board to static beneath them, and came to rest solidly over GOOD-BYE.

"See you then. . . "

Sam looked over and Star looked back at her with those big blue eyes. She didn't seem distraught but Sam had to wonder how much of what had happened she'd remember. She'd heard on several occasions that those puppeteered by the dead didn't tend to recall the influence, and Star wasn't horribly upset.

Still - she felt that ghost had crossed a line somewhere. Crashing a seance, fine. Overshadowing at said seance, even if he'd picked the least-favourite attendee?

That didn't sit right.

"You okay, Star?"

Star blinked once, twice, then cocked her head to one side and smiled. "Of course I'm okay," she said, as if she hadn't been overshadowed at all, but the next thing out of her mouth, spoken with the utmost certainty, sent a chill down Sam's spine.

"He wasn't really going to hurt me, you know. He let you win."

- - - -

Sam shut the door as the others left and then rounded on the ghost. "I know you're still here. There's no way you'd dip after a stunt like that."

(Damn right I wouldn't) said the shadowy thing under the bed, hauling himself out of the darkness a moment later. In the light from the ceiling fixture overhead, the shadows fell apart, relenting to his more human texture and shape, and he shook the dustbunnies off once he got up to his feet. In his hand was the forgotten token that went with Felicity's board, and he held it out to her. "This is yours?"

Sam grabbed it from him, and only then did he get the impression that she wasn't entirely happy with him. "You could have given me a heads-up, y'know."

"Hey, I was in the area, thought you could use a hand. For goth cool points, or whatever." Danny shrugged, leaning back and half-sitting on the side of the bed. "I mean they do think you can scare off a real ghost now."

"And what the hell was with you overshadowing Star?" Sam went on, and at last the dopish grin at the corner of Danny's mouth vanished. "So, okay, maybe I didn't want her to come. But that doesn't mean you get to - "

"Wait, wait, hold on," Danny put a hand up in concession, "I didn't - well, I mean I did, but. Listen for a sec, okay? You don't like her, fine. But I think something's up."

"Something's up," said Sam, nonplussed. She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly in the desk chair and making it creak. "You overshadowing people as a joke is what. And whatever you were telling her in there, guess what She remembers it now."

"That's what's up," said Danny impatiently, "I didn't tell her anything."

That made Sam pause. "What?"

"You heard me. But that's not it, let me say something else too. I swear I'm not making this up: she saw me the second I drifted in the window. I'm invisible and she's looking right at me. The whole time. It was like she was watching me."

"Bullshit," said Sam, wanting to believe it was.

Danny shook his head. "You heard what she said. After you banished me into next week."

"That you let me win," Sam recalled slowly. In the moment, it had struck her as dumb-chills naivety on Star's part, but the way that Danny talked made it sound like she was serious. Perhaps she'd just wanted to think that Star was that stupid.

"She knew it, and I didn't tell her. I'm dead serious, Sam, she practically invited me to overshadow her. I didn't even have to go all the way in her. You saw it."

Sam had most definitely seen it. "And what does this mean for the rest of us? Or for you? You're gonna tell me - what, she's going to miraculously guess you're half-ghost too?"

"I don't know - but you saw her the same as I did. She wasn't scared of me. Hell, I gave you guys a name and she was the one that didn't call me by it. Like she knew it wasn't quite right."

"I get it," said Sam, thinking that maybe she would have been just as well off not calling him that either, "But what are we supposed to do about it? Are you saying we should invite her onto the team? Or what?"

Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair and letting it come to rest on the back of his neck. He shrugged helplessly, his gaze picking out dustbunnies and imperfections in the floorboards at his feet. "I don't know yet. Keep an eye on her, maybe. See if she starts saying things. She's not as stupid as she looks, Sam. Low bar, I know, but the last thing I need right now is somebody else to have to watch out for. I know you don't like her. I'm not asking you to."

He met her eyes then, and the earnestness in them struck her.

"Just, don't let that put her in the way, okay?"

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