#can i tag this as chris. it's referencing him.

[kaciidubs]

Ass or Tits?

❣ Summary: The question of 'ass or tits' never truly mattered when you had a group of men who loved all of you. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 6.4k ❣ Warnings: Poly! OT8 x Reader, smut, humor, fluff, light Dom/Sub dynamics, creampie(s), squirting, cum play, referenced after care ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Usual first name + pet name references for the members, Reader is referred to as Baby, Mommy, Miss, Princess, Good Girl, Bunny, Bub, Kitten, Jagi, Noona, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Hey, Hyune?”

The artist hummed as he sketched away at his desk, “Yeah?”

“What do you like better, ass or tits?”

He froze, dropping the charcoal pencil as your words ran through his head on repeat.

“Your ass or tits?”

There was no way he was about to get caught in an infamous partner discourse, not after years of being immune to other futile debates brought on by a certain freckle-faced fairy.

You scoffed out a laugh, rolling onto your stomach from your resting place on his bed, “I mean, I’d hope you’d be talking about my ass or tits, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin whipped his head toward you, eyebrows pushing to his hairline, “W-Well how am I supposed to know!?  This is one of the questions every person dreads! You’re expecting me to pick one or the other on one of my favorite people in the world? What then? Are you going to ask me ‘acrylic or charcoal’? Because I’ll have you know, those are two very different mediums and-”

“Hyunjin, baby - it’s just a question!” Stifling a chuckle, you shook your head, “It’s not like I’m going to ban you from sex if you pick something I didn’t expect - I’m just curious, you know? All of you have different preferences and even though after two years I can kind of make a good guess, I wanna hear it from the sources.”

His shoulders relaxed, visibly slumping in his chair and running his cleaner hand through his short hair, “You’re stressing me out, muse! Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m so sorry, my little drama queen - now, pick!”

Dark eyes scanned your figure, his head cocking to the side and if you looked closer you could’ve seen the gears turning in his brain.

“Mm… Tits.”

“I knew it.”

“Wha- What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you calling me basic?”

“No, my prince, I’m calling you predictable,” getting off of the bed, you walked toward him and pinched his cheek lovingly, “you grope Changbin’s chest like it’s your job, and there’s rarely a moment your hand isn’t on my chest when we’re cuddling. Now, go wash up - we’re meeting in Chris’s room.”

With a quick kiss to the crown of his head, you walked out of his room with your phone in hand, thumbs typing away in your group chat.

|❣️: Chris’s room asap 💋

“So… Is there a reason why we were summoned? To Chan’s room, no less?” Minho hummed inquisitively, picking up a small souvenir from the eldest’s dresser and turning it in his hands.

“If this is an intervention about League, I swear I didn’t mean to yell that night - I honestly didn’t think anyone heard me!” Came Felix’s whine of defense, already making himself a home on the California king bed, “Seungmin was throwing the game on purpose and I was losing against this stupid-”

“That’s crazy.” Seungmin gaped, faux shock on his face as he purposefully rolled on top of the Aussie, a muffled groan getting caught in the midst of it all. “I told you not to put too much trust in me!”

“Lixie, hate to break it to you, but this definitely isn’t an intervention, but we’ll come back to that point later.” Clapping your hands, you took in the rest of the members who either piled onto the bed, doubled up in Chris’s computer chair, or stood against the door frame. “Anyways - I called you guys here because I have a question!”

“I’d peel a pineapple for you if you asked.”

The room went silent as all eyes shot to Jisung who was currently seated in Minho’s lap, a triumphant smile on his pretty lips.

“I… No, Jisung, it’s not that question, but I’ll remember your answer when I do ask.” Willing away the confused looks sent your way, you cleared your throat, “The actual question is; which do each of you like better - my ass, or my tits?”

The room broke into an uproar, various voices speaking over one another as some questioned the validity of the question while others argued their respective points.

“Noona, you really think we can just pick one thing to like about you?”

Minho scoffed, “I can - her ass, easily.”

“Oh… Shit, you’re right.”

“Jeongin?! Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t pick?!”

“Hyung, that was before I was reminded of how her ass looks in her pajama shorts - you can’t tell me that’s not the hottest sight.”

“I can because I chose her tits!”

Felix laughed, holding his hand up for an air high-five, “I was gonna pick her tits too, Jinnie!”

“This is the stupidest conversation I’ve ever heard,” Seungmin mumbled, throwing an arm over his face, though it did nothing to cover the redness of his ears.

“Bunny, you know you’re more than just your body parts, right?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “Binnie, I’m well aware - I’m just asking for the fun of it, it’s nothing deeper than that!”

Changbin hummed, fluffy curls shifting with the movement, “In that case, I’m team ass - it’s just so cute and round and-” He lifted his hand, squeezing the air as if it were your ass cheeks with a dreamy sigh, “-god, I love it.”

“Okay but, what if we can’t pick?” Jisung piped up, a soft pout puffing his cheeks, “There’s no way I can just choose one - look at you, you’re fucking sexy, Jagi!”

“The oral fixation says boobs, Han, there’s no way out of it.”Felix deadpanned from his place on the bed, his head turned to nail the man with a mischievous glint, “Trust me, I know.”

The latter’s eyes flicked to your t-shirt, tracing the outline of your breasts in the loose fabric with ease. “Yeah… Yeah, you’re right - her tits are amazing.”

“Alright, Chan and Seungmin, you two are the only ones left - make your choice!” Hyunjin demanded lightly, gesturing his hand toward your body from his seat next to you, “Tits or ass? Ass or tits? Which one is it?”

“I’m not playing this game,” the youngest of the two mumbled, his position unchanged.

“Oh, come on, Seungmin! She said it herself, it’s just for fun, she won’t take any offense to what you choose,” Felix prodded, wiggling his body next to his boyfriend, “and we won’t make fun of you if you pick something we didn’t expect.”

“Yeah, puppy,” reaching down, you threaded your fingers through his black hair, “whatever you pick is fine with me, and if anyone makes fun of you for it, they won’t get anything from me for a week.”

That roused a small chuckle from him as he moved his arm, looking up at you with soft eyes, “Really? You think you could go that long?”

“For my Seungmin? Of course. Now, which is it, baby?”

His lips quivered, struggling between forming words and keeping his solitude until he finally murmured, “I like your thighs.”

“That wasn’t even an-”

You quieted Hyunjin with a glare, “Finish that sentence and that’s the only thing you’ll be finishing near me, Hwang.”

“Aw- I wanna change my answer, her thighs are fucking amazing too!” Jisung all but wailed, practically having a full on meltdown, “When you’re eating her out and she wraps them around your head like earmuffs - they’re so warm but you can’t hear her moans when she does it so it’s just a horrible, beautiful curse!”

“No changing your answer, Sungie, you’re still team tits.” 

Now, all the attention was directed to the only one left; Chris, still leaning against the doorway of his room with an embarrassed flush on his face - nothing preparing him for this conversation that pulled him from the sanctity of his laundry run.

“Well, Chris? What do you like?” You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing, knowing full and well that everyone already knew what their boyfriend would pick.

“Ah- You’re seriously going to make me say it?!”

“Come on, Chan, we all said ours, no matter how obvious,” Changbin sent a side eye in an unbothered Minho’s direction, “some of ours may have been.”

The eldest sighed, dropping his head before bringing it up once again, “I like your ass, baby.”

Scoffing, Felix crawled across Seungmin to get closer to you, “I don’t understand how you guys can pick her ass over these,” his hand quickly found home over one of your breasts, gently squeezing the mound over your shirt and earning a shocked gasp in return, “like, how could you not want to suffocate in them?”

“Especially with how sensitive her nipples are?” Hyunjin chimed in, claiming your other breast with his larger hand, jiggling and watching the ripples from your shirt in response.

“Oh my god- The sound she makes when you suck on them?” The bed dipped with a new weight, Jisung making his way onto the bed, causing Jeongin to crawl over and straddle Seungmin. “You guys are seriously missing out.”

Changbin groaned, “It’s not like we don’t like them, we just love her ass more, there’s a difference, Ji.”

In the meantime, you couldn’t help the small sighs of pleasure escaping you as the duo continued to fondle you over your shirt, Jisung taking the hem into his hands.

“Can we, Jagi?”

You nodded happily, “You can, Sungie.”

Hyunjin and Felix pulled back as he lifted your shirt up and off, tossing it off the edge of the bed without a care in the world - why would he, when your tits were on display for him and the men that admired them?

“Why don’t we all take the chance to really admire our favorite parts about you, my muse?” 

Hyunjin’s sultry voice easily floated through the air, the hidden implications more than enough for the atmosphere to ignite with lust.

“Are you ready, angel?”

You blinked up at Felix with dazzling eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips, “Of course, Lixie.”

In the background, you could hear the familiar sounds of panted breaths and the rustling of clothing, but you wouldn’t dare to turn your head from the scene in front - or, rather, above you. 

Hyunjin took the role of straddling your torso while Felix and Jisung kneeled at the sides of your head without even a hint of the clothing that once covered their bodies.

“Innie, can you pass me the lube?”

Jeongin broke from Seungmin’s lips with a groan, narrowing his eyes, “Why can’t you just spit on it, Hyung? I’m kind of in the middle of something here.”

“Because I asked you to? If I felt like spitting I would’ve done it already,” Hyunjin spoke matter-of-factly, catching the glimpse of Jisung guiding his dick into your mouth from the corner of his eye, “don’t be a smartass!”

“Smarta-”

The youngest was unceremoniously flipped onto his back, the black haired singer reaching into the nightstand and tossing over a bottle of lube with a huff.

“Seriously, it was never that big of a deal, you brat.”

Snatching up the tube, Hyunjin wasted no time in squeezing a generous amount between the valley of your breasts, humming out a small apology when you jumped at the cold gel on your skin.

“Forget what I said,” Jisung moaned softly, watching the way your cheeks puffed and hollowed with each drag of his cock, “your mouth is my favorite part.”

Pulling off of him with a pop, you pumped him with your right hand and tossed him a teasing smirk, “You’re still team tits, Sungie.”

Turning your head, you eagerly welcomed Felix’s dick with an eager tongue lapping at the precum beading the tip before taking him in one fell swoop.

“That doesn’t take away from the fact that your mouth is fucking amazing, sunshine.” Felix groaned, bringing a hand to cup your cheek as he lightly thrust into your leisurely bobs.

“Especially for the fact that we’re here for these.” Hyunjin’s lube covered hands squeezed your breasts around his length, the swells positively shining as they sandwiched his cock in an unparalleled warmth.

It wasn’t long until an unplanned rhythm was found between the four of you; alternating between blowjobs and handjobs for the sunshine twins while a certain artist busied himself with a simple rhythm of humping your chest.

In the meantime, Changbin managed to swap positions with Minho for the chair, sitting the second eldest in his lap and littering slow kisses paired with sharp nips along the length of his neck while he watched the show before them.

“Chan, you’re not going to just stand there the whole time, are you?” Minho mused with a raised eyebrow, noting the way the eldest hadn’t even moved a muscle from his spot near the door.

Chris hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, “No, but I’m doing laundry - I don’t wanna get sidetracked and forget about it in the wash, you know?”

There was a disinterested hum followed by a huff he knew all too well, and he found himself pushing off of the doorway with a breathless laugh.

“You have such a way with words, you know that?”

Smirking, Minho shrugged, “I know, it’s a talent.”

Standing in front of the two - and inadvertently blocking the once flawless view - Chris planted his hands on the armrests of the chair before leaning down to catch Minho's lips in a slow kiss, just to part a moment later to do the same with Changbin over his shoulder.

“A-Ah- Tighten your hand a little, Jagi.”

“You have hands,” Hyunjin panted, licking his lips as he watched his pink tip repeatedly disappear and reappear, “help her out- fuck, Lix…”

The blond hummed against his neck, licking at a blossoming hickey, “‘M sorry, just feels so good.”

“Hyune, move your hand a bit.”

Abiding the request, Hyunjin slid his hand to the outer swell of your breast while Jisung licked his fingers before easily finding their way to your nipple, gently rolling the nub between his finger and thumb.

The moan you let out was instantly muffled by Felix’s cock, which in turn made him grit out a shivering groan, “F-Fuck, I’m gonna come soon.”

“M-Me too,” Jisung nodded frantically, eyes trained on the way his hand enveloped yours as he fucked your fist, “gonna paint those pretty tits of yours, Jagi.”

It only took a handful of strokes before Felix was drawing from your mouth with frantic breaths, Jisung slipping from your soiled hand to take over the rest of the job as they both aimed for your chest.

“God, look at how gorgeous they look wrapped around Jinnie’s dick.”

“They were just made to have a dick between them, huh?”

You groaned helplessly, bringing your hands to cover Hyunjin’s and squish your breasts together more, “C-Come on, show mommy how much you love her tits.”

If there was one thing to get them to fall, it was that title - and, like a harp string being plucked, they both came with a sharp gasp and a guttural groan, cum spraying across your breasts and a few drops even landing on your fingers.

Hyunjin shivered above you, eyebrows drawing together with the silver eyebrow piercing catching the glint of the light.

“I can see you’re close, Hyune,” squeezing his hands lightly, you watched as Jisung and Felix flocked to him, hands wandering his chest while lips danced along his shoulders and neck, “come for Miss, my prince, make a mess of me.”

A choked moan fell past his lips as his hips stuttered before he lifted himself onto his knees and came against your breasts, his cum joining the mess of the other two with ease and creating an intricate pattern of white along your skin.

Jisung dipped down to lick a fat stripe through the cum, collecting as much as he could onto his tongue before pulling Felix in for a beautifully messy kiss above you - then repeated the process with Hyunjin, leaving you in a state of horny awe.

“Seungmin, you’re up next.” Felix called happily, swiping his thumb along your breast before presenting it to your lips and watched as you eagerly licked it clean. “You’re so kinky.”

You stifled a laugh, giving the pad of his thumb a soft kiss, “You’re one to talk.”

The trio moved away to make room for the thigh connoisseur, watching as he untangled himself from Jeongin and shuffled between your legs - your pajama shorts and underwear having already met the same fate as your t-shirt moments ago.

“I… I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” he mumbled quietly, a strawberry blush turning his ears as he nudged the leaking head of his cock against the plush of your inner thigh. “Might’ve pushed it a bit too close with Innie.”

“That’s more than okay, pup,” reaching your hand out, you grabbed the lube before handing it to him, “if it bothers you, you can always have a round two later, okay?”

Seungmin nodded dutifully, taking the lube from you while tapping your legs, prompting you to lift them both and lean them on his chest; pouring a generous amount of lube in the palm of his hand to coat around his length.

With a bit of maneuvering, he had both of your calves resting on his right shoulder with his dick nestled in the tight space between your thighs and just above your pelvis - if you focused hard enough, you could feel the heat of his balls against the lips of your pussy.

“M-Mm, fuck…” Wrapping his right arm around your legs, his left hand went down to grip the outside of your thigh, squeezing the flesh as he jutted his hips forward with a quiet moan.

You watched on as he fucked your thighs in quick, sharp thrusts, brown eyes fogged and unfocused as he began to chase the high that was undoubtedly close.

“Good puppy, my good puppy - love my thighs so much, hm? Maybe one of these days I should get you to hump one, would you like that?”

You could clock the faint twinkle in his eye from a mile away, catching the subtle pout of his lips as his body rocked against yours without rhyme but with the sole reason of finishing.

His blush now crawled across his face, tinting the apples of his cheeks as his eyes found yours, “Really?”

Humming, you flexed your thighs, “Really, pup, I’d love to watch you ride me.”

He whimpered, blunt nails digging into your skin as his head dropped to nip at your ankle, “W-Want that, bub - want it so bad.”

“Then it’s yours, Minnie. I’m all yours.”

The next thrust forward had ropes of white streaking up the length of your stomach, breathless moans hidden behind firmly pressed lips as Seungmin shook against your legs, tensing and shaking with each wave until he finally relaxed with a shaky breath.

“You okay, pup?”

Nodding, he gave you a soft smile, “Yeah, but you better not forget your promise.”

You laughed, accepting a kiss to your ankle as a parting gift as he moved away from you and into the arms of a lounging Hyunjin - the comment of him being “disgustingly sweaty”, and Hyunjin’s response of “Then get off of me!”, not going unnoticed in the process.

Turning your gaze to the ceiling, a knowing smile grew on your lips, “Do I even have to ask who’s going next?”

“Nope!” Sliding into view came your darling bread, a smug grin on his lips as his face hovered over yours, “You don’t even have to guess, I’m already here.”

Bringing your hand to his jaw, you lightly scratched your nails under his chin, “Of course you are, maknae - so, how do you want me? Doggy style? Reverse cowgirl? Some secret third position I have yet to learn?”

Judging from the sparkle of his eyes the instant the second option left your lips, he had his decision already cut out and you laughed at his inability to be discreet.

“Alright, I guess this is to make up for slacking on leg day, isn’t it?”

Jeongin rolled onto his back, watching as you straddled him with ease, “You’d have to ask Changbin Hyung about that, Noona - you were the one who suggested it anywa- ah!”

You didn’t need to waste time in teasing yourself as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, lining it up with your severely neglected pussy before sinking down in one fell swoop - a satisfied moan leaving your lips.

“O-Oh god, maybe this wasn’t a good idea…”

“Oh? And what makes you say that, baby?”

Of course, you already knew the answer judging from the way his calves tensed, his toes curled and - less externally obvious - the way his dick twitched inside of your warm walls.

“Noona, please-”

“Have a little too much fun with Minnie, huh? Got yourself all excited while you were waiting?” Clicking your tongue, you rolled your hips teasingly, “I bet you were touching yourself while Seungmin was having his turn, weren’t you, baby boy?”

He whined, tossing his head back with a groan, “Just- Just give me a minute, I swear I’ll last!”

Humming, you waited a few seconds before shaking your head, “Sorry, Innie, if you come early then that’s just how it is - just lay back and enjoy the view, okay? This is what you wanted, remember?”

With no other choice, the sounds of your joined moans soon filled the room as you rode him with one goal on your mind.

“Fuck, look at that view…” Neither one of you were aware of Changbin’s sudden presence beside the bed as he leaned beside Jeongin, basking in the sight of your ass jiggling with each bounce. “I’ll never get over it.”

“I-” Jeongin whimpered, short huffs of breaths escaping him, “T-This is the first time-”

“-she’s ridden reverse cowgirl?! IN-ah, what were you waiting for?!”

“It’s not that he was waiting,” you laughed breathlessly, though the clench of your pussy earned a moan in its wake, “he was just too excited to try everything else that normal positions were at the bottom of his list.”

“What a shame, wasting his chance like this.”

Lifting your head, you were now met with the sight of Minho directly in front of you, keen eyes unblinking as he took you in with a smirk.

“Is it a waste, Min?” Slowing your bounces to languid strokes, your head tilted prettily to the side, “I’d like to think of it as an introduction to what future chances would be like.”

This time, his smirk reached his eyes, brown irises sparkling with amusement, “You naughty kitten.” His hand cupped your cheek as he dipped down to steal a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip in the process.

You preened at the sensation, but the moan that followed came from the firm grip on the swell of your ass cheek, the hand and the pressure stemming from two different forms of familiarity.

“See? What did I tell you?” Changbin smirked, squeezing his hand over Jeongin’s to tighten his grip on your ass, “You can watch all you want, but the real fun is in touching.”

The younger groaned out a desperate sound, “‘M g-gonna-”

At the hint of his confession, you forfeited the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours for the opportunity to go back to bouncing on Jeongin’s dick without abandon, fisting the sheets to distract from the unyielding burn in your thighs.

“-a-ah- p-please- N-Noona, oh god, I-” He cut himself off with a choked gasp, hips canting as his orgasm took him by storm.

A hum of satisfaction vibrated past your lips as his warmth filled you, stilling to spare him the overstimulation for the time being. “Feels so good baby, you never disappoint.”

Once the incessant twitching of his cock died down, you lifted yourself off of his lap, shivering at the sensation of his load slowly seeping out of you and dribbling back onto his spent dick.

“So,” you breathed, looking between the two men currently surrounding you and shooting a glance toward Chris, “who’s next?”

The answer to that question was a very smug Minho, excitement thrumming through your veins as he nodded his head toward the edge of the bed - the silent command leading you to find yourself to where you currently were now.

“Minho!”

Your nails clawed at the sheets, the mattress rocking along with your body as the black haired man fucked into you like a man possessed.

“It’s only fair that someone gives you your first orgasm of the night, kitten,” he drawled, thumbs digging into the small of your back as he held you impossibly tighter, “why wouldn’t I make sure that it’s me giving it to you?”

Your body couldn’t decide between attempting to run away from his powerful thrusts, or submit yourself to the fiery pleasure that hoped to consume you, until you felt the warmth of his hands sliding up your back, past your shoulder blades, and along your forearms.

Like a slab of clay for him to mold, he maneuvered your arms behind your back and pinned them with one hand, the other going back to its home on your hip as he aimed long, precise thrusts to a spot he was well acquainted with.

The side of your face melted into the mattress, tears of pleasure blurring your vision, as any sound you’d hoped to make dissolved into hiccuped breaths and encouraging mewls.

Minho grunted, clenching his jaw as he felt the telltale signs of your orgasm begin to shine through, “That’s it, kitten, give it to me.”

Your legs trembled, pussy fluttering and clenching with each passing second until your body tensed with a cry of his name falling from your spit-shined lips.

He welcomed the new wave of arousal coating his dick and adding to the already sloppy glide of your cunt, wet slaps sounding through the room as he fucked you through your high with a breathless chuckle.

“There it is.”

Grip tightening on your wrists, his hips met yours a number of times before he pulled out with a gasp, jacking himself off with his free hand and coming along the curve of your ass and thighs - much to your delirious chagrin.

“Why…?” You whined breathlessly, wiggling your hips for further emphasis - not that he needed it.

Minho released your wrists to land a swift smack to your unsoiled ass cheek, a satisfied smile curling his lips from the squeak you let out. “Because I wanted to - you still have two people to fill you the way you wish, kitten, let’s not get too greedy, hm?”

There was a slew of giggles and chuckles from the onlookers, and you tried your best to send them your best glare, though your efforts were in vain as you felt a pair of hands caressing your thighs.

“Get up on the bed for Binnie, bunny.”

You obeyed with no hesitation, already knowing which position you would be set in for the remainder of the session as you turned to tuck a pillow under your chin, bringing your knees up and out to sit your hips high in the air and dip your spine into a fine arch - pretty and presentable.

“God,” Changbin groaned, scrambling to fill in the space behind you as fast as he could, “I’ve been waiting so long to get you like this, bunny, you would not believe.” His firm hands instantly went to cup your ass, spreading your cheeks further and sucking in a breath at your glistening hole. “So fucking pretty…”

“Binnie.”

Your insistent, warning whine hadn’t fallen on deaf ears, and he wasted no time in notching the fat head of his dick to your fluttering walls.

“Alright, bunny, deep breaths for me.”

Of course, you already knew the drill, having grown custom to the mind numbingly delicious stretch only he was capable of giving you, but the reminder never failed to stir the swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

With a deep inhale, your slow exhale was followed by him sinking past your walls, each inch slowly stretching your cunt around his girth.

It wasn’t long until he was fully seated inside of you, and with warm hands kneading the flesh of your ass, he drew his hips back before snapping them forward, punching a moan from the depths of your lungs.

Even if you were still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, you were still begging for more with each whimpered moan and choked gasp as your body seemed to melt deeper into the arch you had set.

“Look at you, can’t get enough of us, can you?” Changbin goaded, though his tone was soft and warm, “It’s okay, we can’t get enough of you either, bunny.” He lifted his hand to slap the swell of your ass, before gripping the flesh, “You and this ass of yours.”

A shiver shot down your spine as his hand slipped, his thumb caressing the inside of your cheek and just barely grazing your asshole - a temptation that had shown its face among a few of the boys before, but was never fully dwelled on by them nor yourself.

“I’m curious, bunny,” he hummed, slowing his fast thrusts for laxed, deeper ruts, “would you ever let one of us use this other pretty hole of yours?” Sliding his hand further, he pressed his thumb against the tight ring just enough to burn the fantasy into a possible reality, “Would you let Binnie fuck this pretty ass?”

You nodded frantically, your hands gripping onto the poor pillow below you, “Y-Yes! Yes! I-It’s all yours, Binnie - want it so bad!”

His signature, triumphant laugh filled the room as he tossed a glance to his boyfriends, “Hear that? I get first dibs.”

“You can’t just ask her questions like that!” Jeongin groaned, a stern pout set on his lips, “She agrees to anything if you fuck her long enough!”

“Yeah, how else do you think Felix managed to stay up late enough for his Apex tournament that one time?”

“How am I always being brought up here?!” The blond scoffed as he lightly shoved Hyunjin, crossing his arms over his lithe chest, “But, I mean, yeah - three orgasms can get you a pretty good deal.”

Jisung hummed inquisitively, before narrowing his eyes, “But did you win?”

“He won,” Minho huffed, a smirk curving the corners of his lips, “and he gave her head the next morning, I could hear her moans from the kitchen.”

Muted thumps of the headboard began to grow in frequency until a low groan interrupted the riveting conversation - Changbin hunching over your body as his muscles tensed, shivering while he filled you with his seed.

“God, fuck,” he hissed, rolling his hips against yours while your walls fluttered around him, clenching from the orgasm that was just moments away. “You’re too good to us, you know that, bunny?”

You huffed out a breathless laugh, stifling a moan as his hands massaged your lower back out of its arch for a moment of respite, “I-I’ve been told once or twice,” turning your head, sultry eyes landed on the final man of the hour, “but you guys are worth it.”

Chris flushed under the heat of your gaze, just barely catching Changbin’s teasing “Don’t break her back, Chan.”, as he climbed onto the bed and took the space previously occupied by the rapper.

“Think you can stay in this position one more time, baby?” He mused softly, caressing the warm skin of your back before gliding his hand down to the curve of your ass.

Without answering him, you spread your knees and tucked yourself into a deeper arch, wiggling your hips to further entice the man behind you.

“Yeah,” Seungmin chuckled, lazily crossing his arms over his chest, “he’s blowing her back out, it’s over.”

As much as you wanted to turn your head to respond, your train of thought flew out the window as you felt the bed dip slightly, before the pressure of Chris’s blunt tip nudged against your cunt, bumping against your clit tauntingly.

“Alright, princess,” he breathed, dragging the tip along your slit, “why don’t you give them a show for daddy, hm?”

This time, your reply came in the form of an elongated moan as he sunk into your heat, the stretch coming with ease after Changbin’s size, yet the length making your toes curl.

“Oh, god-”

There was no opportunity for a pause, not when you were miles beyond prepped and ready; the orgasm Minho previously gave you, paired with the second one Changbin gently guided you toward yet kept from tipping over, leaving you with a bubble that was ready to burst within minutes.

“F-Fuck, daddy,” you keened, pressing your hips into his own in feigned hopes of getting him impossibly deeper, “please, please fuck me.”

Chris ran his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes glued to the way your pussy wrapped around his length, as he nodded, “Hands, baby.”

A shiver of excitement shot down your spine and you complied almost immediately, using the pillow to keep your head propped up as you worked your arms behind your back, the warmth of his hand easily finding your wrists and pinning them.

With you set up to his liking, he slowly pulled out just about halfway before driving his hips forward with force, the added balance of his right foot planted on the bed adding to his power.

He was definitely going to blow your back out.

It didn’t take long for him to find the perfect rhythm, nor did it take long for the room to be filled with your high pitched moans and gasps, and the slap of your ass against his thighs - the ripples slowly, but surely, turning your limbs to jelly.

“Our perfect girl,” he gritted out, the grip on your hip and wrists tightening marginally, “letting us admire you for the beautiful gem you are - take turns with this gorgeous body of yours.”

It wasn’t news that they were constantly in awe of you, with and without your clothes on - you were the brightest star in their night sky, you were the puzzle piece they finally found to complete their lives separately and together - and they never failed to remind you of how loved you were.

“But, you know you’re so much more than that, don’t you, princess?” Chris tilted his head to catch a glimpse of your face, eyes fogged and unfocused, lips parted with endless moans tumbling through, “You’re so much more than just your body to us.”

“C-Chris!” You managed to choke out between a whimper, his loving sentiments paired with the unyielding strokes of his cock to your deepest, sweetest parts turning your brain to mush, though your body responded in the best way it could.

He hissed at the telltale clench of your walls, a shiver running down his spine as he nodded mindlessly, “Already? It’s alright, baby, you can come for me - don’t hold back, yeah? Give it to me - give it all to me.”

Your body reacted faster than your mind could at his command, your orgasm barrelling toward you at a speed that had your hands balling into fists; every muscle in your body tensing and clenching until the thread snapped with one more well angled thrust. Mouth falling open with a silent scream, the only sound you were able to hear was your own heartbeat as your vision went white.

The first thing to return to you was your hearing, the muffled thumps of your heart fading out into loud, heavy pants - though you knew for a fact that breathing wasn’t just you. The next sense to return was touch, the slightly damp sheets underneath you grounding you back to reality as your eyes fluttered open only to land on an unexpected face.

“Sungie?”

“Jagi, if I swap to ‘Team Ass’ can you do that for me, too?” Jisung’s face was ripe with blush, though his eyes were wide and wild with lust that had your abdomen clench almost painfully.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you frowned lightly, “Do what?”

“You squirted, muse,” Hyunjin murmured beside him, awe laced in his tone, “that was so fucking hot.”

Oh.

It wasn’t until you went to move your arms that you realized Chris was still keeping you pinned - and a second later you realized he was still inside of you.

“Channie?”

“I-I’m okay, I-” Relinquishing his hold on you, his hands instantly went to your hips, thumbs tracing nondescript shapes against your skin, “I just… I need a minute, ‘m sorry.”

“No, no, baby, it’s okay, take your time.” Working yourself onto your hands, your lower back eternally grateful for the relief, you took a quick scan of the empty room, “Where’d everyone else go? Did I genuinely pass out?”

“No - honestly, you were only out for like, a minute, but after you, uh, came, we started the aftercare checklist.” Hyunjin’s hand reached out to wipe away a hint of saliva at the corner of your lips, “Hannie and I are on talk-down duty, Felix is running you a bath, Jeongin’s getting you a washcloth, Seungmin is getting you water while Minho’s starting on dinner, and Changbin is getting the laundry Chan was too fucked out to get himself.”

“I’m not fucked out,” the eldest groaned as he lazily turned his head toward the artist, “it was just a really intense orgasm, alright?”

With enough energy worked up, he pulled his hips away from yours as his softening dick slipped from your pussy, a shared hiss of overstimulation escaping you both in the process.

“Holy shit… Intense is a fucking understatement, she’s dripping so much.”

You bristled at Jisung’s words, though you could feel the reality of the situation currently oozing its way down your clit and undoubtedly landing against the stained bed sheet.

“Fuck, it’s like a river… Am I allowed to be jealous right now?”

“Han, please.” Chris groaned, embarrassment evident in his tone, “We get it, I come a lot, but I really don’t know what you have to be jealous about.”

Ducking your head with a barely contained laugh, you shook your head before meeting Jisung’s stare, “Next time, you’ll be the one almost folded in half and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, okay?”

“I got the water, but it’s gonna cost you-” Seungmin stopped in his tracks as he rounded the bed, his eyes locking onto the mess between your legs, “What- You turned her into an overstuffed twinkie!”

“Seungmin!”

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#skz smut #stray kids smut #Poly! Stray Kids #Poly OT8! SKZ #bang chan x reader #lee minho x reader #seo changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #yang jeongin x reader #ot8 x reader #ot8 skz

[stargirlsturniololover]

home for me

request: si si by a nonnie

warnings: cuddly cuteness, my horrible skills

summary: reader comes home from vacation to a very clingy matt.

tags: @st7rnioioss , @lxvelyzoe , @braindead4l , @cindylcuwho , @its-jennarose

also: i hope this cooked

also^2: maggie is the friend who’s getting married! cause i love the name maggie😊

also^3: the name is misleading cause you think it’s like “DADDY’S HOMEEEEEE” but it’s more like “sweet baby want’s his mama homeee😙”

SPECIAL THANKS: to my pookie @madsmadeit for the title

fit check

reader

matt

clingy!nerd!matt sturniolo x reader

your plane arrived and the second you stepped into the airport you immediately called matt.

“baby?” you hummed as soon as matt picked up. you heard a quiet sigh on the other end of the phone as matt said a quiet “hi”.

“we just landed matt! where are you?” you questioned, wondering where your boyfriend was going to pick you up.

“i’m standing by the starbucks.” he hummed, waiting for your coffee to finish up.

“did you get a drink?” you asked, starting your walk to the starbucks at the airport.

“‘ve already ordered it.” he said, going to the counter when they called for his name.

“oh i could kiss you!” you squealed, picking up your pace as you neared the starbucks.

“oh i sure hope you will,” matt hummed, referencing the lack of affection he’d received the past week due to your vacation in hawaii with your friends.

he wanted to go with you, stating that a week was far too long without you, but the fact that this was your best friend’s bachelorette party made him feel bad about being whiny and clingy.

you remembered that he vowed that the minute you got home he’d love on you, so you were mentally prepared for anything at that point.

when you rounded the corner and saw the starbucks, matt immediately came running at you full speed.

you giggled as matt threw you in his arms and began peppering kisses on every inch of open space.

“hi baby, i take it you missed me,” you hummed, pulling matt away so you could look at his blushing face.

his glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose, so you fixed them which caused him to blush even more.

“how was the trip?!” he questioned, grabbing your bags and starting the walk to the parking lot.

“it was good! maggie’s shower and party were gorgeous!! we played games, went to some dance clubs, we sat on the edge of the water and had cocktails.” you hummed, sipping your starbucks drink and listing off the various other beachy activities you did.

“well i’m glad you had fun, but i’m also glad you’re home,” matt murmured, putting your stuff in the back of the car.

“i figured you’d be missing me baby. i’m real sorry you couldn’t come.” you whispered, kissing matt’s forehead and getting in the passenger seat.

“it’s ok princess. chris and nick are at nate’s for the night so me and you can cuddle all night long.” he hummed, grabbing your hand.

you smiled at him as the two of you continued your drive home. 20 minutes later, the two of you arrived.

after a quick shower on your part, you started your skincare routine as matt sat on the closed toilet and watched.

“i missed you so much baby,” he hummed, opening his arms snd gesturing for you to come and stand between his legs.

you shimmied yourself into the crevice between his legs and put your hands on his cheeks.

“i know you silly baby, but ‘m home now,” you said, kissing him gently on the lips.

“are you almost done with all that,” he questioned, pointing at your various creams and oils.

“yes matt, go wait in bed for me,” you said, going back to the sink to finish washing your face.

“no” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

when you realized it was useless to argue over this, and realized that he wouldn’t be leaving you alone for the next 3 business days, you let out a sigh.

“alright baby,” you hummed, dabbing off your face with a towel.

“c’mon,” you said, taking matt’s glasses off his face and setting them on the counter. this caused him to let out a whine.

“now i can’t see you,” he whined, grabbing your hand as you led him to bed.

“hush matt, you’ll be able to see me for the rest of our lives,” you said, slipping into the bed.

“fine, but you’re wasting my princess-watch-time,” he mumbled, slipping in beside you.

he curled up next to you, head on your chest as you wrapped your arms tightly around him.

“i love you matty,” you hummed, kissing his head before closing your eyes.

“i love you too,” he said, kissing your collarbone and closing his eyes as well.

you learned that night that you would never, ever leave matt again.

#sturniolo triplets #the sturniolos #star’s yappin #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #star’s roman empires

[togrowoldinv]

Cooking With Chris

Chris Evans x Reader

You and Chris do a cooking video together on Instagram live

Note: This is based on this request. Yes, I referenced Cooking With Flo. I am nothing if not a simp for both Chris and Flo lol. Enjoy!

Chris Evans Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Chris is setting up his new phone on a stand and preparing ingredients when you enter the kitchen.

“You’re serious about this, huh?” You ask him as you grab a water from the fridge.

“Absolutely, baby. I want the world to meet you in our own terms. Plus, we get some delicious dinner afterwards,” Chris says. He always finds a way to look on the bright side and it warms your heart.

“Let’s get it started then,” you say.

Before he starts video, he turns around and kisses you.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” he says.

“Don’t thank me until we haven’t burnt down the house, babe,” you joke.

He chuckles as he starts the video.

“Hey everyone! I’m here with my partner y/n. We wanted to do this video as a way for you to get to know them on our terms and to have some fun in the process,” Chris says.

The comments are already going wild before you’ve even spoken.

“We’re going to be making an easy pasta dish today. After all, we are not chefs and are definitely not even experts at this video thing,” Chris continues.

“Yeah we aren’t Florence Pugh, so this is not the same thing she does,” you add with a laugh. Chris nods along and laughs too.

“Exactly. You guys can send in questions while we cook and we’ll answer a few,” Chris explains.

Of course, there are way more than you two could ever sift through, especially while cooking, but you manage to answer a few questions. The fans seem to enjoy hearing your answers and seeing you and Chris interact.

You’re both truly so happy and in love that it can’t help but be palpable in the way you act around each other.

When you are finishing up, Dodger makes a surprise appearance and the fans love that too. Chris grins into the camera as he pets Dodger before he stands back up and you two end the video.

“Alright, that’s all for today everyone! Thanks for joining us and who knows maybe we’ll do this again. What do you think, y/n?” Chris asks with his arms around you from behind.

“I think so. A little Cooking with Chris,” you say.

“Cooking with Chris and y/n,” he adds.

“And Dodger,” you say as he’s cutting off the video.

Chris laughs and pulls you into his embrace.

“I think that went well, sweetheart,” he says.

“I think so too, babe,” you say, kissing him gently.

“I’m so hungry,” he says when you pull away.

“Me too.”

And so, the two of you enjoy the meal you made together as the internet goes crazy for your video. Another cooking video is definitely in your future.

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#chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans comfort #chris evans #chris being an absolute sweetie pie

[grayintogreen]

Pinned Post II: Electric Boogaloo

Hi, I'm Chris! I'm updating my pinned post to be more streamlined so here we go.

I liveblog Critical Role every week and tag with "cr spoilers" up until Monday. This tag also gets used for Candela Obscura and any one-shots. Dimension 20 spoilers are labeled “d20 spoilers.”

This is primarily a Critical Role and Dimension 20 blog, but I contain multitudes. You will see a lot of random shit depending on my mood. I’m really into Hazbin Hotel right now, for example, so my blog is kinda inundated in that. Honestly I might as well admit I am also a Hazbin blog at this point. Sorry, women.

I write a lot of fic, which can be found on my AO3 here. I primarily write fic centered on minor/supporting characters. I'm also the author of the life in the margins of redemption and red roses and dead things series- more about these below.

I have a ko-fi if you'd like to give me a tip for any reason.

My two big series are as follows:

red roses and dead things (or Roseverse), a canon divergent Hazbin Hotel (goes AU after 1x06) series that deals with working on continuing the story while I wait for new material. It is lore-heavy, Team as Family, and redemption-focused with focus on Huskerdust, Alastor and his deal, Lucifer and his relationship to Heaven and Hell and his family, and Charlie continuing to pursue her dreams. Also contains significant amounts of Helluva Boss because we’re not beholden to copyright here.

life in the margins of redemption (or LitMoR), a For Want of a Nail CR2 Canon Divergent series, is a duology (with additional side stories) that takes the alternate path outlined in the Harvest's Close session notes- Cree rescuing the Nein from the Gentleman's wrath should they betray him- and takes it a step further with Cree reviving Molly on the Glory Run Road and traveling with the Nein in the hopes of finding a way to bring Lucien back. It is extremely Canon Divergent, but does feature CR2 plots under radically different circumstances and with additional characters. It's worldbuilding heavy, character-driven, often dark, but has a guaranteed happy ending. You may heard of it as "that 1.5 million word fanfic series."

It is not canon compliant with TNEOL as I had finished OUADYA before TNEOL came out. While I use some elements from the novel, the backstory presented for Lucien and the Tombtakers in the series is entirely different.

More details, including links to the fics, beneath the cut.

THE MAIN STORIES.

Note that while the series features Fjorester, Beauyasha, and Widomauk as primary ships, it is above all a gen fic that focuses on the platonic relationships even more than the romantic ones. I cannot in good faith rec this fic to you if you HATE any of those ships, but I can say if you're indifferent/just want a plot and platonic relationship focus, this fic will appeal to you.

once upon a damn-you-all. Cree saves Molly on the Glory Run Road, sending the Nein's trajectory off the rails in a story about redemption, change, fate, and team-building. Also Molly having to contend with the Somnovem.

you can't deny high noon. The Nein continue their journey with an additional member- a reluctant, captive Lucien- as they continue to face numerous challenges while enemies lurk in the background. While OUADYA is mostly original plotlines, this fic follows the majority of the major plot beats of canon albeit a bit twisted around and out of order.

THE SIDE STORIES

While not necessary to read in order to understand the main duology, I feel like not reading them causes a loss of impact, as often events/characters from them are referenced in the main narrative and having more perspective on the events adds more oomph. This is an extremely detail-oriented series and barely anything goes in without some thought put into it. For the sake of not overwhelming my audience, I'm only listing the side stories I think are actually important to the overall narrative, but please do read the others if you have the time.

there's something divine in the way screams can sound. The events of OUADYA as seen through the eyes of someone trapped in the Astral Sea- or Lucien's utter breakdown, now with context. Introduces several backstory elements that become super relevant in YCDHN.

as in the painted parlor, ophelia dreams. The story of how Ophelia came to the Run, became a Mardoon, and gave up her son.

all of the dreamers defying convention. A fic that takes place in the two month gap between the two duology stories and bridges the two narratives.

OTHER LINKS

original character guide. A guide to the many original characters featured in the series.

#i was getting tired of the other one #time for a change

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Wingman? Wingwoman? Wingperson. (Chapter One)

Summary: This is Part Seventeen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, pre-Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Referenced Domestic Violence and Threatening Behaviour (these are warning tags for a brief scene with Ty at the beginning), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Rejection, Self-Sabotage, but also on the flip side - Connor and Will being too freaking cute to handle.

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arc exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One

Bex

The two weeks since Chris’s party had been…a bit of a whirlwind.

They’d managed to get Emery safely inside of their apartment that night. Will wanted to take her to the hospital to get checked out or at least let him give her a once over, but Emery refused.

She was clearly exhausted so they let it go for one night and set her up the couch. The next morning, she agreed to have someone check her out. Will ended up calling in a favour from Nat who came over and made sure all Emery needed was rest and acetaminophen.

And food. Bex kept trying to get her to eat. It felt like the only constructive thing she could do in the moment and Emery was definitely behind on good meals.

They turned her phone off since it kept blowing up with messages from Ty and cuddled with Kol on the couch for the day.

On Monday, Bex rallied the troops. Kira, Malia, Devon, Sam, Isaac, Ben, and Faith joined them on a retrieval mission for Emery’s things. Ty was at work and between the nine of them, they could be in and out. She didn’t want to take much. Just her clothes and personal stuff. Everything else could be replaced.

Emery was quiet, but talking about things in bits and pieces. She had an appointment with a new therapist and was taking a bit of time off work while she sorted things out. Bex picked her up a new phone so she’d be free from Ty harassing her.

For a few days, it seemed like things were going to go smoothly, until Thursday night when she took Kol out for a walk. Will was at work and Emery was safely upstairs. Bex thought she could take the dog out to do his business (that no poop rule lasted less than a day) and be back in no time.

Ty was waiting when they got back to the parking lot. He’d slashed the tires on her car.

As if Tin Can 2.0 didn’t have enough to deal with already.

He started screaming as soon as he spotted her, demanding to know where Emery was, and Bex had never been more grateful that you needed a key to get into their building. He couldn’t get to the apartment. To Emery.

Bex barely had a minute to be scared before Kol started going wild, straining on the leash and snarling at Ty. He actually looked terrifying.

Ty backed off and left. Once she was in the clear, Bex ran upstairs, promising Kol all the steak in the world along the way. Wonderful, amazing Kol who was already back to his goofy, grinning self.

She called Jay immediately. He came over with a few uniformed officers who took her statement and got the parking lot footage from her super. It was enough to get a restraining order against Ty that would cover her, Emery, and Will.

Probably something they should have thought about from the start, but there had been a lot going on.

Bex made sure to cover all of her bases after that. She circulated Ty’s photo to everyone in their friend and family group. They all knew to keep an eye out.

Emery still didn’t want to bring charges against Ty. She just wanted to move forward. After the blow-up in the parking lot, she actually relaxed even more. It was like she was waiting for something like that to happen. For the other shoe to drop. With a restraining order in place and a gigantic new support system around her, glimpses of the old Emery were coming through.

By the end of the second week, she was way more comfortable with Will. The three of them had a margarita night last night and an epic amount of bonding had taken place.

Mostly over them trading funny Bex stories?

But she couldn’t even be mad about that. Not when it had Emery laughing again.

Today, everyone was having a lazy Sunday morning.

The three of them were sprawled around the living room. Will in the big chair, phone in hand. Bex on one end of the couch with her phone and Emery on the other end with Kol sprawled across her lap.

Kol had probably been the best one at bringing Emery out of her shell. Bex wondered idly if Will had considered getting him trained as a therapy dog. Her kids at the hospital would love it if she brought him in. She’d have to ask him about that.

Her phone buzzed and she swiped for the message quickly. And sighed.

Just Jay checking in.

She wrote him back and scrolled through her messages again just to check.

Nothing from Mouse.

She sighed. Again.

Across the room came an echoing sigh from Will as he set his phone down on the arm of his chair.

Emery looked up from her Kol snuggles, eyebrows raised as she glanced between the two of them. “What’s up with you two?”

“Nothing,” Bex and Will said at the same time.

“Right.” Emery cupped Kol’s face in her hands, leaning down to touch noses. “Do we believe them, Kol? Hunh? Do we?”

Kol licked her nose and she looked up. “Kol says you’re full of shit.”

“Language, Kol,” Will said, pointing a finger at him.

Kol tilted his head with a little whine, cuddling into Emery when she smooched the top of his head. “It’s clearly not nothing,” she said. “Want to maybe talk about it instead of sighing all day and checking your phones for messages?”

Bex didn’t even know if there was something to talk about at this point. Or if she should be bothering Emery with it given everything she was going through.

“It’s about Connor and Mouse, right?” Emery guessed and Will’s head snapped up in surprise. Bex was less shocked. Emery had known about her Mouse…situation since the beginning.

“What do you mean—uh, Connor? No—”

Emery cut off Will’s rambling with a sympathetic smile. “You talked about him a lot last night,” she said and she was not wrong. It had actually been really cute.

“I knew margarita night was a mistake,” he grumbled.

“No, no!” Emery shuffled Kol over to the centre cushion so she could sit up straight. “It was fun and nice to hear about normal stuff, you know? And it was a good start.”

Bex was almost afraid to ask, but she dove in anyway. “A good start to what?”

“A game plan,” Emery said, narrowing her eyes as she clapped her hands together. “To get you your men.”

Oh, no.

“We really don’t need to talk about that right now,” Bex began and Will jumped in wholeheartedly.

“Yeah, it’s not something for you to worry about—”

“Honestly? I’d rather focus on this,” Emery said, huffing out a quiet laugh. “I’d kind of like to ignore how much of a mess my life is at the moment and focus on you guys. Let’s all believe in romance and love for a bit and get you two sorted out.”

There was a moment of silence and then—

“Okay,” Will said. “But Bex has to go first.”

“Will!”

“No, that’s fair,” Emery said. “He’s going to be easy since he and Connor are practically dating already.”

“Hey, we’re—”

“I would love to hear how you’re going to try and deny that,” Emery said, steepling her fingers under her chin.

"It's...complicated?" Will opened and closed his mouth a few times before falling back in his chair and waving a hand. “Right, so Bex’s turn?”

“You have the floor,” Emery nodded at her.

“I don’t even know,” Bex groaned. “I thought for sure that we were headed toward something. There’s been so many moments.”

Will and Emery nodded, having heard about the moments during margarita night.

“But then he was so quiet at the end of the party and I’ve barely heard anything from him since.”

“Maybe he’s giving you some space,” Will said. “He knows what’s been going on.”

Bex tilted her head side to side, weighing that. “We text a lot,” she said. “Even if he was giving me space, he’d still be checking in more than whatever’s happening right now.” She bit her lip, resisting the urge to look at her messages again. “It’s like he’s pulling back.” Which was making her question every moment in detail.

“Did anything happen at the party?” Emery asked.

“He looked happy to see me, but I didn’t see much of him after that. He was weird at the end of the night, but I figured he was tired. Now…I don’t know.”

“Maybe he got scared,” Emery said. “You guys have been circling each other for so long—”

“Months.” Will interjected, like he was any better.

“Basically forever,” Emery agreed. “And now you’re on this precipice of becoming something, but neither of you is taking the next step. Maybe he’s waiting for you to make the first move?”

“That doesn’t explain the pulling away,” Bex pointed out.

“You said you guys got really close again during set up,” Emery said. “But nothing happened—”

“I think it almost did.” The whole scene was basically imprinted in her brain. “Hailey and Jay showed up right then so I don’t know.”

“Maybe that's what spooked him,” Will said. “Jay’s his best friend. The two of you getting together will change things.”

“We hang out together all of the time anyway,” Bex laughed. “I don’t know if it’ll be that different.”

“Bex.” Will levelled a flat look at her. “It’ll change things. I guarantee Mouse is thinking about that. You should be too if you haven’t.”

“I have,” she admitted. It was all she’d been thinking about lately. Worrying about Jay and how it could affect things. Affect their family. What could change. For worse...but also for the better. How actually amazing it could be.

“And it is scary," she said. "But I keep coming back to the fact that I trust our friendships, you know? I think—I think it would be okay?”

Emery hummed a little at that. “So—” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “If you feel that way, why haven’t you made the first move?”

That was the question.

Bex had feelings for Mouse. Really, ridiculously strong feelings.

She wanted to be with him.

She wanted to take that leap. So badly.

But putting herself out there—

Holding out her heart.

Maybe it would work out and Mouse would say yes and everything would be amazing and wonderful.

But if he said no.

If it was Mouse saying no this time—

She didn’t know if she could handle that.

Emery was looking at her with understanding eyes and Bex was regretting ever getting into this conversation.

“It’s okay to be scared,” Emery said softly. “But not putting yourself out there again isn’t the answer, Bex.”

“This isn’t—we’re not talking about that,” Bex said. It was an understood rule. They didn’t talk about it. She didn’t think about it. If she tried hard enough, she could forget it ever happened.

And Bex tried really hard.

“We are when it’s stopping you from taking another chance at happiness,” Emery said.

“Are we—” Will looked between the two of them, a frown forming on his face. “Are we still talking about Mouse?”

“No—”

“Drop it, Em,” Bex cut in. “You promised.”

“I wouldn’t be a good friend if I kept that promise,” she said. “It’s time, Bex. We need to talk about AJ.”

The three of them sat frozen in the living room while Emery’s words hung heavy in the air.

Will straightened up in his chair, staring directly at her. “Who the hell is AJ?”

Click here to read Chapter Two. Click here to read Chapter Three. Click here to read Chapter Four.

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[steddiejudas]

Loop 17

tags: angst, referenced drug use, violence

Continuation of this post:

“You know this isn’t the first time we’ve hung out?”

“No?” Chrissy always asks, a little hopeful that Eddie will tell her he knows her. He’s known her for 16 loops, and this one, number 17 is going to be different.

“You don’t remember?” Exactly what he said the first time, exactly what he says every time that breaks her heart a little more in each loop. Chrissy has never been that lucky, so she doesn’t know why it would start now, when she and this doofus she’s growing to love keep dying.

It’s all trial and error at this point. She knows if she buys Eddie’s weed and leaves, Vecna will get her later this evening and that will be the end of the loop. If she stays here and smokes with Eddie, there’s a chance they’ll sit here and talk all night. She’ll still die, but at least Eddie won’t be the prime suspect in her murder, although she’s not sure it really matters — what happens to the world when the loop resets is unknown to her. Maybe there are 16 alternate timelines, or maybe they cease to exist. It hurts her brain, sends her spiraling to consider the possibilities.

This loop she decides to go for the ket again. So far it’s the only way she’s managed to stay alive. The loops tend to blend together so it’s hazy, but she thinks after the first one Eddie plays music when they get back to his trailer. She doesn’t know why, but the heavy drumbeat in Eddie’s music of choice is grounding. She kind of likes it.

Her survival doesn’t stop the killings, and no matter what, Jason is always small minded and obsessed with hunting Eddie down, convinced he’s inducted Chrissy into his ‘cult’. There have been a couple loops where seeing them together drives Jason to kill Eddie. With each loop, she loves him a little less, hates him a little more.

So when Chrissy sees Jason at the gun counter of the Warzone, threatening Nancy Wheeler, she snaps. She marches up to him with purpose, placing her tiny hand on the barrel of the shotgun, between where the two of them play keepaway, and tugs. Chrissy is a cheerleader, a flier, she’s much stronger than she looks, despite her petite frame. The gun falls from both of their hands into hers.

“Jason. Outside. Now.” She grits through bared teeth. She relishes in the way he ducks his head and cowers slightly, taking the opportunity to grab him by the scruff of the neck and lead him out of the emergency exit to the back alley. Without a second thought, she’s aiming the gun at him.

Jason throws his arms up in surrender. “Woah, Chris — Chrissy, hold on. I’m sorry, please, just put the gun down.”

“You’re sorry? That’s the best you can come up with? You’ve taken everything from me over and over again and all you have to say is ‘I’m sorry’?”

“W-what are you talking about? I didn’t- I haven’t done anything.”

“You haven’t? Then what do you call the mob we’ve had to hide Eddie from loop after loop? What do you call the times that you’ve KILLED HIM right in front of me? What do you call that in there with Nancy? Just letting off some steam? Boys being boys? Well let me tell you something Carver: I’m getting really sick and tired of you and your boys.” She pumps the shotgun for emphasis. Jason takes a step back, his strategy of redirection completely failing him as he stares down the barrel, meeting Chrissy’s piercing blue eyes through the iron sights.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jason shouts.

“You never do.” Chrissy says, her tone almost bored as she pulls the trigger, firing a round of buckshot into his chest.

It should be terrifying, traumatizing. Chrissy should scream and feel regret for what she’s just done, but the sight of his blood leaking from his chest into a pool on the asphalt makes her think of the first time she saw Eddie the same way. She feels nothing.

Until the door swings open and Nancy is standing there. Her face is calm like she’s seen worse on any given Tuesday. She reaches for the gun and calmly says: “Everyone heard that shot. We gotta go.”

Chrissy nods, letting Nancy ease her grip on the barrel of the shotgun and take her hand, sprinting back to the RV. The rest of the Party is already there, and Steve steps on the gas as soon as the door is shut. They lurch with the force of the acceleration and Chrissy falls into Nancy’s arms. She realizes she’s panting, the adrenaline finally catching up to her and maybe it’s making her a little crazy because she thinks Nancy is beautiful like this. Calm and powerful, tightly gripping Chrissy’s waist to hold her steady.

Chrissy can’t help herself, leaning her head up to catch Nancy’s lips in a searing kiss. Nancy holds on tighter, kisses back stronger and they melt into each other. When they pull away Chrissy is for once thankful for the prospect of the time loop as 6 pairs of eyes, wide as dinner plates stare at the two of them. Thank god they won’t remember this.

#tiny badass chrissy my beloved #she is fED UP #stranger things #wheelingham #chrissy cunningham #nancy wheeler

[thetentaclecommander]

Teaching the Devil

TtD: Prologue

The fic that started everything. It started as a one shot and my attempt to take the ship ‘seriously’ after a few gag attempts. It turned into a well over 10+ year journey into lore building, canon picking and just making something that didn’t exist…exist. So, whenever you go hunting for fics with a rare pair and see nothing – do it yourself. It's fun. ________________________________________________

((Header Pic for the series done by Lil-Chilo)) Teaching the Devil Rated M; has adult/heavy themes Fandom: Resident Evil Main Ship: Nemesis/Jill Valentine Secondary ships: implied Chris Redfield/Sheva Alomar, past Chris Redfield/Jill Valentine, implied Albert Wesker/Jill Valentine Chapters: 11/11

CW: graphic depictions of violence, unhealthy relationships (implied growing codependency), mental instability, psychological trauma, implied/referenced torture, attempted rape/non con, implied cheating (full tag list on AO3) Summary: "…No man can tell What has come stealthily creeping over his life Until too late Hot ashes and pain…"

The first arc in The Devil's Saga.

Based on Dante's Inferno (the inverted significance will become clearer during the ending of a mostly Jill centric fic - she will be a bit OOC even crossing the moral event horizon, but it'll be warranted)

An AU fic set a year after the events of RE5. Deals with the finding of an apparently revived then abandoned Nemesis in a forgotten underground Umbrella lab. In recovery, it was determined his directives were irreparably damaged giving him 'free will'. Whether that is good or bad is questionable.

Jill is still dealing with the aftermath of her part in her forced servitude to Wesker - making her darker and at times mentally and emotionally unstable. Despite her hangups, she still works with the BSAA and was suddenly entrusted with the care and 'training' of a restrained Nemesis.

What results of such an arrangement is documented here. This will explore darker themes and topics: it will basically not shy away from nor sugarcoat the violent or suggestive situations within. ________________________________________________ Excerpt from TtD: Prologue- Her voice had dipped into a hiss, her repressed anger coming unbidden. "And maybe, just maybe you'll be able to kill something half your size...cause", her voice dipping low, "we don't cater to failures here." He sat up now, staring plainly at her, the cracking of the bed frame audible. She rises from the small chair, a smirk crossing her pale face. "Keep looking at me…it's your fault I look this way you know." She shifts the chair aside staring directly into his face. "I hope you at least do a good barking impression. That S.T.A.R.S. bit got old the first hour, you fucking bastard!"

As the last syllable came from her lips she found herself pinned against the wall, the Tyrant easily having three feet on her. He bent lower, his face level with hers, letting out a deep, angry snarl. Jill stood her ground. "I can see it. You want to finish the job, don't you? Don't you?!" He stood over her, palms flat against the wall trapping her head between them. "Do it." He narrowed his eye at her. "Do it. Be a good monster and finish what you start…it’s only fair since I lost two years of my life because of you! Do it!" She openly laughed at him. Enraged the Tyrant went to punch her face in…and found everything flashing white as the feeling of being electrocuted racked through him. It felt like every fiber of his being was being rent apart, the only sound in the room was of her laughter and his pained scream. As soon as it began, it stopped, the monster gasping for air, drool freely trailing from his gaping mouth. She walked to him, letting a soft hand trail his stapled scalp. "See things never changed for you. But I have just as dirty hands now. And I won't show mercy, just like you." The monster only snarled weakly upwards at her, wanting to strike but knowing it futile. "School starts, now." The only sounds now were of his labored breathing, and her walking out of the room. (Continue reading the prologue of Teaching the Devil on A03)

#monster x human #nemesis x jill #nemestine #archive of our own #terato #monsterfucker #dark fic #thetentaclecommander writes stuff #slow burn #enemies to lovers #captive captor #pstd #intense #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #old work #crackship #tentacles #villianfucker #resident evil tyrant #resident evil 3 #re3 #resident evil 3 nemesis #resident evil au #canon divergent au

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

The Tears We Cry (Revamp)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49604347 by SarcasmIsMyOnlyDefense “Stiles…” Szymon croaked as Stiles entered the living room. “God, I’m so sorry…” he got up from the couch and staggered his way over to Stiles, who backed up so far he hit the wall. Yesterday, he and his uncle were the best of pals, today, Stiles felt like vomiting at the mere sight of him. “S-stay away,” Stiles said, his voice raw from crying half the night. His uncle stopped in his tracks, tears filling his eyes. “Stiles, I was drunk… I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean it. I just… I’ve always had this- this sickness inside of me, and… you’re just so cute, and nice to me, you know? You’re such a good kid, I… I couldn’t help myself.” Szymon choked out, tears streaming down his round face. “I promise, it’ll never happen again,” He finished, burying his face in his hands. But he lied, and years later Stiles is now suffering the same fate he was before. Can anyone save him from his uncle? Or will he have to save himself?   This is a revamp of an original work I made two years ago, and the preferred version for you to read.   Please heed the tags and stay safe. Words: 5916, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Gerard Argent, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Stiles Stilinski's Uncle Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape, Self-Harm, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Incest, Forced Incest, Non-Consensual Touching, Underage Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Present Rape/Non-Con, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Rape Recovery, Rape Aftermath, Death Threats, Threats of Violence, Murder, Accidental Murder, Death of an OC, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Stiles Stilinski, Suicide Attempt, Angst, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Stiles whump, Whump, Poor Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski-centric, Protective Derek Hale, Protective Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Protective Pack, Protective Stiles Stilinski, But Mainly The Pack, Fuck Szymon Gajos, He's a Fucking Pig, He's Also the OC, I KILL HIM, :), Good riddance, He deserves to die, So do I, for writing this read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49604347

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

[darkesttimelinejeffparker]

Ok hi I'm sort of new to njpw I need to know as much as you can tell me. Who is will Osprey, who is Okada, who is juice. Is Bullet club still a thing. I just need to know any and everything you can tell me and other people can chime in as well I just need to be educated on njpw

So I am giving really basic answers because we're talking about +10 years of history for a lot of this so it's like top lines details because it's hard for me to get into explaining a lot without suddenly having dozens of matches and segments for folks to watch.

I think the best way to figure out NJPW is to check out some matches, especially of the guys that interest you. Their website is a mess, but some matches are up for free without membership and others are on YouTube, their Roku App, and if you have cable AXSTV.

Honestly, I think they're building to Forbidden Door in a way that's accessible for people who aren't familiar with NJPW so no one needs to know everything. Don't let the fact that there are so many new names, faces, and storylines potentially here overwhelm you. I think you'll be able to jump in fine with limited knowledge.

I am probably less helpful than a Wikipedia article right now. But this is basically who the people/groups you asked about are, if there's a match to recommend to show their style or explaining how you'll be seeing them soon/how they've been talked about recently on AEW:

eta: went back in and added a couple sentences about Juice before I forgot to include something for him.

Will Ospreay is a British wrestler, he is currently REVPro's British Heavyweight Champion and has held belts across multiple promotions including ROH and NJPW. He's the leader of the faction United Empire, which includes Jeff Cobb, TJP, Great-O-Khan, Mark Davis, and Kyle Fletcher, the latter two tag as Aussie Open and will be in a match with FTR and Trent on Friday. He held the IWGP World Heavyweight Title before vacating due to an injury. Most recently, he had matches at Windy City Riot against Moxley and also a fourway match at Capital Collision with Moxley, Juice Robinson, and Tanahashi worth checking out for his style. Ospreay is divisive -- a lot of people dislike him.

Okada is the current IWGP World Heavyweight Champion. He's the leader of Chaos, the stable that Rocky Romero invited Best Friends and Friends into around the time started making AEW appearances. His matches with Kenny (there have been four) are some of my all-time favorites, especially their 2 out of 3 falls match in 2018 and their Wrestle Kingdom 11 match. Hangman called him out tonight for the IWGP title, and that's when Cole got involved. I can't think of an Okada match I wouldn't recommend, tbh.

Yes, Bullet Club is still a thing. Jay White, who Adam Cole referenced tonight and who has shown up on AEW a few times including his match against Trent earlier in the year, has been their leader since 2018. Bullet Club is now comprised of the Good Brothers, Hikuleo, Chris Bey, El Phantasmo, Taiji Ishimori, Bad Luck Fale, Juice Robinson, Ace Austen, members of their sub-group, House of Torture, and Ch*se Owens. The Good Brothers entered back into the scene after Jay White betrayed Tama Tonga (Bullet Club OG) and Tanga Loa, older brothers of Hikuleo. NJPW Strong's early episodes has some solid matches of older iterations of the Bullet Club for free on YouTube, big man matches worth checking out. The betrayal of Tama and T (GoD) started on Impact. Regardless, with many former BC members, history with Jay White and Kenny, Hikuleo pairing with the Undisputed Elite last week, and Adam's history with Kenny especially by BTE canon, I'm sure the girls will be fighting eventually.

Juice Robinson is David Finlay’s former tag team partner where they worked and held belts as FinJuice. He left recently, citing his contract was up, only to appear again and join Bullet Club without David. He’s also engaged to Toni.

#amanda talks wrestling

[theweeklychronicles]

Lightyear (2022 movie review)

To infinity, and beyond! 

Or... as far as we can see from this foreign planet Buzz and co have been stuck on?

This Toy Story spin-off allows us Gen Y-ers to continue living nostalgically through the characters that we grew up with and loved, however this movie is set in the place of 1995, being the movie that inspired Andy to see Buzz as his childhood hero and favourite toy (sorry, Woody). It is supposed to be the movie that Andy grew up loving and the inspiration behind the Buzz toys being such a phenomenon for children his age, akin to a Barbie to young girls, or X-men toys for all little 90s boys.

However, the movie leaves you with more questions leaving the cinema than you had entering it. Without spoiling any major plot lines, The time-space continuum is constantly referenced as Buzz balances friendship, teamwork and pure determination to repair his ship and return to earth, versus the dual-concept of time which he battles as those around him age faster than he does the many times he is quite literally, lightyears away on mission.

Characters voiced by notable stars like Chris Evans, Taika Waititi and Keke Palmer, as well as some other actors you’ll question familiarity of, there are many easter eggs for Toy Story fans and great parallels to be drawn to the prior movies. 

Buzz’s main tagline as we know it, “To Infinity, and beyond”, is a line of strong conviction and great glitz, however the delivery they chose in this movie is too touching and whilst it’s nice the quote is continued through this prequel, I question why the chance to have the child friendly, inspirational heroic tag line delivered with stoicism and bravery, they instead chose to make it heart warming and subtle, something he shares with his co-worker.

My one gripe was the multitude of opportunities for the writers to reference the “Little Green Men” aka Aliens from the original Toy Story movies, and yet, they failed to make any appearance. I was hoping they’d at least make a minor appearance such as hanging from a rear-view mirror of a Jeep, but it was not to be. The little plot-holes aside that I had picked up on, this movie is emotive and nostalgic enough for you to thoroughly enjoy and marvel in the magnificent animation quality, and enjoying the subtle themes of friendship, love and hard work to make things right for all.

#toystory #lightyear #buzzlightyear

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#5

Control

Pairing: Mob boss Steve Rogers x (Innocent!)Reader

Warnings: 18+ only; referenced kidnapping, can be considered as Stockholm Syndrome situation (it’s tiptoing on that edge, but the reader is kinda aware of what’s going on), cursing, horniness on both parties, smut (namely guided masturbation, fingering & implied boner)

A/N: This is a sequel to Language, but you don't have to read it to understand what's happening 😊

“It’s easy, Doll.” Steve said as he leaned back in his chair, with a smirk on his face. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to force you to do anything. If you want this, all you gotta do is take it.” 

You watched him and after a few seconds of staring and thinking, you took a cautious step towards him and then a second and suddenly you were standing in between his thighs. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, how fast it was. Your fingertips were pulsing, itching to touch him. 

You extended your hand to run it over his cheek, before slowly bending down, stopping an inch from his lips. 

Were you really going to do this?

You closed the small gap between you and the mobster, your captive. But...it somehow felt right. Your lips on his. Steve slowly rose to his feet, taking over the soft kiss, plunging his tongue in your mouth. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, feeling his body as you pressed into him. It felt like an invisible barrier was breached in your mind and you just let go, getting lost in this forbidden, twisted thing. 

It had never felt better. You hummed into the kiss.

You were trembling as Steve slowly took off your shirt. Every kiss, every touch was overwhelming, consuming your whole body, your heart was beating so fast and loud you were afraid the whole world would hear it, even though you were so far from anyone. Your chest was pushing out all available air in your lungs and the fire in the pit of your stomach was getting more noticeable with every exhale. You couldn't believe you were just giving yourself up to him, but you couldn't resist him any longer, couldn't resist being so close to him yet still too far away. It was driving you insane.

Steve loved the responses he got from you, each time he touched any part of your exposed skin, it tensed under his touch and you produced so many lovely noises - a sigh here, a flat out whine there, but what made him snap his eyes open and break the kiss was the shudder he received as his hand slid across your tummy.

"Well..." He smirked as he returned his eyes to yours. Your eyebrows knitted together as he repeated the motion.

"Tell me, Doll...have you ever been touched?" Steve's head tilted to the side as he observed you. You just knew there was no way you'd be able to form a full sentence if you spoke. So you carefully shook your head and immediately froze when a Cheshire cat like grin spread through his face. He turned you around and you faced yourself in the mirror. He nestled his chin in the crook of your neck and unbuttoned your jeans, opening them so that your panties were visible. He stood right behind you and grabbed your hands softly.

"Now, pretty girl, just follow my lead. I'll show you everything you need or want to know." Slowly, he led your hands down your tummy, your fingertips softly dancing over your skin, making goosebumps appear all over your body and shivers envelop your skin. When you reached the hem of your panties, your breath hitched in your throat and Steve hummed before opening them with one finger and dipping your hand down the warmest part of you.

"For someone with such a foul mouth, you sure are innocent." He smirked before making you cup yourself. Your other hand was guided in the same direction but stopped as it found your clit. His fingers pressed onto the little bump, making you release a whimper and close your eyes.

"How does it feel? Describe it." Steve asked in your ear and met your eyes in the mirror.

"S-Steve..." You stuttered as he applied circular motions on your nub, the other hand rubbed at your entrance and your hips gained a mind of their own, rocking at your wandering hands.

"Ah ah ah Doll, use your words." He whispered, watching your hooded eyes, laboured breath and tense body.

"I-It feels so good..." You finally confessed and as a reward he pushed one of his long fingers into you. "Fuck!" You yelled, your eyes clamping shut.

"Language, Doll. Language." Steve chuckled as he started moving his finger in and out of your tight entrance, your walls squeezing his digit hard.

"Sweet Jesus, you are tight." He commented and pulled both your hands out of your panties, making you whine at the loss of contact. "Put your arms around me." You didn't object, just did what he told you before he once again put his hands on your sex, where they were before. His ministrations were rougher, faster and it brought you so much pleasure. The sounds that were escaping from your pussy were unlike anything you have heard yourself produce before. The feeling of skin inside you was foreign but your body welcomed it as if it was a lost friend.

"Come on, I know you're close. Just let go." Steve smirked and kissed your neck, shoving another finger in you, making you explode.

"Shit. Steve. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" You screamed and moaned as you finally released control. He watched you in the mirror as your face shifted through a mirage of expressions, loving every single one of them. You were trying to calm your breathing, panting through your parted lips, your muscles felt like jelly, yet somehow you were still standing. You quickly realized that it was Steve that was holding your body up, as you slumped into him. He was slowly kissing up your neck until he planted a kiss on your cheek.

"You did well, Doll. You have no idea what you do to me." He whispered into your ear before he slowly let go of you, depositing you onto the bed and licking his fingers. Bodily, you had more than an idea of what you did to him, sleeping and waking up to him for so many days, but the restraint and kindness he showed you in these two months that you'd been in this cabin...you were starting to believe that he wasn't as awful as you initially thought. 

Thank you for reading! 🙏💙

The GIF belongs to the amazing creator 🙏😊

Sooooo...this has been in my drafts for a LONG time but I was / still am a bit afraid of posting it, because I'm not really comfortable with admiting that I like literally erotica, let alone that I write it. But I have been going to therapy for some time now and we are slowly working through my issues (there are a lot of them, who knew 😅) and one of the things I promised myself was that I will be more honest with myself and that I will take more risks that are not related to my safety (you do not want to know in how many situations I have put myself in where everyone that knows / loves me were like: ARE YOU INSANE?!?!?!?!), so here it is 🎉😅

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#4

Flames

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, namely unprotected sex (use protection because STDs are no joke), shower sex, creampie, feeling up, groping, fingering, bit of roughness I guess, little spoilers for the movie Suicide squad 2, implied injuries, Rick breaks down, mentions of dark elements (related to the movie), implied teammates deaths 😬

You were trying not to panic as another day turned into night and Rick was still missing. The situation was normal, but your gut was telling you that something was askew.

As the steam from the shower started fogging the mirror you entered it and sighed happily as the hot water hit your tense muscles. This was a sure way to relax you and you took full advantage the little secluded shower offered. You have always been like this - water calmed you down.

The sound of the shower opening and closing softly pulled you out of your trans.

"You're back." You hummed softly and were about to turn around, but Rick's hands stopped you.

"Please don't." You barely recognized your boyfriend's voice. He sounded defeated, broken. The urge to turn around and console him was that much bigger, but he leaned his increasingly wet hair on top of yours. "I don't want you to see me like this." He whispered into your hair. You reached for his hand and squeezed in assurance.

"I just need to feel you." Rick's hands traced your curves and even with the hot shower a shiver ran through you. He was never much of a talker, but this lack of words worried you. All you wanted to do was to touch him...

His rough fingers grabbed at your soft skin, touching everything they could and when you finally felt his body press into you, you felt his lips as well.

A moan escaped you as he finally touched you where you missed his the most. Putting your hands in front of yourself for leverage, you leaned yourself into his hands and body, feeling him again after three long weeks.

"Fuck, I missed you, baby." You threw your head onto his shoulder as Rick plunged two fingers into you. His other hand wss around your belly, holding you up as your hips started gyrating into his hand, but you couldn't help yourself, you missed his touch, his smell...him.

Rick observed and listened to your unraveling and just as you were about to explode for the first time in three weeks, he pulled his fingers out. The frustrated and disappointed whine that left your mouth made him chuckle. You're not empty for too long and as he finally plunged into you in one quick and hard thrust you both moaned.

"I'm home, baby." Rick kissed your pulse point and kept still, relishing in you, but all you wanted was for him to just fuck you raw.

"Rick, please...please move. I need-need to feel you." You reached behind you, grabbing his ass and that's all he really needed before he was bending your torso so your head rested on the cold tiles and gripped your hips so hard you let out a little squeak.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and Rick's spend slowly ooze out of your hole. His hand was still planted just next to yours and he watched your puffy center he was just balls deep in a mere two minutes ago.

You moved once more to turn around and once again Rick stopped you. "Rick...please I just want to see you." You sobbed. This was the first time in five years he had been like this - the first time he actually scared you. He let you go and you finally saw his face.

His head hung low, but you could see how much damage was done as you took in his whole body. But...

He was still your Rick.

You carefully cupped his face, softly tracing the unharmed areas. Rick watched you worryingly, you could see how scared he was, but you didn't know of what. Slowly you brought your lips to his and planted one soft, loving kiss on his lips. Just as you were about to leave him, Rick grabbed the back of your head and brought you back in, kissing you deeply.

After a proper shower you made your chamomile tea and you sat next to him on your shared bed. Rick was slumped into himself, but he accepted the hot tea from you, kissing your hand in the process.

"What happened out there?" You asked and ran your fingers over his back in a soothing manner.

"We were ambushed - someone gave away our plan. Only me and Harley got out." Rick summed up his latest mission.

"I'm so sorry, honey." You said sadly, leaning your forehead onto his shoulder blade.

"The other team found us and we infiltrated the experimental facility..." Rick's voice broke. Quickly climbing over him and straddling his hips, you pulled him into a hug. He clung to you, as if clinging to life itself.

"The things we saw there..." His tears were stronger than him and they started falling freely. All you could do was just hold him and run your fingers through his damp hair. "It was all us. Our-My government. They experimented on children!" Rick yelled, clenching his fists behind your back. You could feel how his muscles strained at his rage.

"And I worked for them..." He whispered after a few moments of silence. His embrace faltered and his arms fell onto your thighs, lifeless. You carefully pulled away from him, to observe his face. The amount of sadness, betrayal, anger and defeat made your heart wrench.

"Will you do something for me?" Rick asked, not meeting your eyes.

"Anything." Tapping your thighs, you got off of him and Rick went to grab his discarded pants, pulling a red drive out of them.

"Can you publish this?" He threw you the drive.

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#3

Look at you

Pairing: Captain Hydra x Reader

Warnings: Dark fic, 18+, Steve is not a good guy in this, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of fighting, murder in self-defense, mentions of blood, stabbing, cursing, threats, intimidation, smut (non-con, unprotected sex (STDs are no joke, make sure you're using protection), rough sex, praising, degradation, multiple creampies, excessive cum, fingering, multiple rounds, passing out during sex). 😬

A/N: This is a VERY DARK work of FICTION, please DO NOT READ if any of the warnings trigger you, you are a minor or you find any of them disturbing. 🙏

Steve has been observing the scene from the shadows. He liked playing with his food first and you looked absolutely delicious. Prim and proper woman, with your perfectly pressed white shirt, now sporting crumpled sleeves from when his men grabbed you and brought you to him.

He loved seeing the fight-or-flight response live. There was something so satisfying seeing all thoughts running through his victims’ head as if they didn't know they were so transparent. In most cases everyone's first instinct was to flee from seven potential assailants, but then there was you.

It was almost liberating to see you scanning the room for something. Everyone's eyes stopped at the door, but yours skipped through it as if you knew escape wasn't an option.

Steve was surprised when your eyes stopped at the corner of the room where the pool sticks were neatly put away after yesterday's game of pool. Shoving one of the men away you made a beeline for the sticks, kicking back at another man as he grabbed at your hips to stop you and grabbing one of the sticks before breaking it over your knee.

After that it was like watching a play at the opera. His men fell one by one, some were stabbed, some were unconscious and the last one was pinned to the wall. You thought you had won. If you could call killing people a win...Your victory was short-lived as clapping pulled you out of your trans.

"Well well well, look at you." Steve's voice was low, tainted in amusement as he circled you. Specs of blood littered your face and your previously pristine white shirt. Your grip on the broken wooden pool stick tightened as something similar to panic started rising in your chest. You knew this man.

Steve Rogers.

Captain Hydra.

The man that everyone feared. And you knew at that moment that this was all for nothing. You were in the belly of the beast and even if you managed to run away, you wouldn't get far.

"Come on, Gorgeous, this isn't the time to give up. Show me that fire again. I loved the show you just put on for me." Steve gripped your chin, making you meet his cold blue eyes. He could see how you were trying to decipher his words, trying to understand if he was serious. Your hands pushed him away the next second and for the sake of being dramatic Steve stumbled a few steps back, as if you actually had the strength to match a super soldier.

"Why am I here?" You demanded, but your voice betrayed you. You both knew you were scared, but too proud to actually just stand there and surrender. And that's what Steve liked about you. He found another one that will put up a fight and it made his whole body tremble in anticipation of what's to come.

"I got bored of my previous toy and I needed a new one." He said nonchalantly. Your face contorted in disgust.

"Why me?"

"I liked the fire in you." He cocked his head to the side, observing you and you shifted your stance as his eyes wondered down your body. You have never felt more exposed while fully clothed as you did in this moment. "When you slapped your date when he went in to grab your ass." A shudder ran down your spine. He has been watching you.

"What? Did you think I picked you at random?" He let out a chuckle. "Oh, Sweetheart, I've been watching you for weeks. I saw all those little dances in your underwear when you thought no one was paying attention even though you never closed the curtains." Steve took a step towards you and your legs trembled, but still you took a step back. "And I heard all those phone calls to your friends and home visits. I heard all the songs you sang in the shower. And all those little moans you let out in your bedroom." He was standing in front of you, your back against the wall and his breath tickled your ear, making you shiver. There was nowhere to run or hide anymore. He consumed everything in your field of vision. "Oh, Doll, you have no idea what you did to me." He reveled in the paralyzing fear you exhumed.

"P-People will know I'm gone." You tried challenging.

"No they won't. You just took a sabbatical and are volunteering in Colombia." His hand caressed you face in a loving matter. "And depending on how long I'll find you interesting, that's how long your volunteering trip is going to last as well as your time alive on this Earth."

You turned away from him as tears stung your eyes. He kissed the top of your head, making you shut your eyes and tears fall down your cheeks. Clenching your teeth, you refused to sob for the man in front of you.

"It'll be alright, Doll. I can make it good for you, make you enjoy the last moments of your life." His hands wandered over your pulse point and gripping your hips, pulling you to him. "But only if you behave."

Panic started consuming you, more tears blurred your vision as the situation he described sunk into your soul.

What are you going to do to escape this monster? There has to be something - anything. The promises he made, made you nauseous.

Your vision focused on the knife that was poking out of one of the unconscious men. If you could just get your hands on the knife...maybe you could do some damage. Or at least piss him off so much that he kills you on the spot. Anything was better than the insinuation Captain Hydra made.

"What do you want from me?" You finally asked, still refusing to look at him.

"Giving up so soon?" Steve mocked. "I want you to keep me company, especially after missions." He smirked as he thought of all the scenarios of when and how he's going to play with you. Bile rose in your throat as you imagined it, but sensing that Steve relaxed for a second, you dove for the knife, grabbing it just in time as he grabbed your ankle to pull you back to him. You let yourself be dragged towards him, before slashing across his arm and scrambling to your feet, running around the pool table stationed in the middle of the room.

"Bitch." Steve smirked and licked at his wound. He could see how fast your chest was raising and falling. He knew you were scared and panicking, seeking an exit. Like a cornered animal faced with a predator. He liked games like this.

"What's the plan, Doll?" He asked as you rotated around the table.

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#2

"I've had it..."

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: 18+, your typical friends (and temporary roommates) to lovers 😁, annoyed and frustrated Reader, heavy & passionate make-out session, eagerness, a few things end up broken - collateral damage, brief spanking (both parties), some grinding and groping, mentions of nakedness, Bradley is sweet and big 🙈 (this should be canon), implied funny sexy times, mentions of multiple orgasms, potential Lieutenant kink (????), lots of banter & jokes, lots of cursing as well, hopefully I didn't forget something - while it is 18+ and minors should not be reading this, it's nothing too graphic but more cute & funny smut(ish) fic 😊

It was supposed to be temporary. Bradley told you he'd crash at your apartment for a few weeks, just until he graduated from Top Gun. He called himself your temporary, barely there roommate.

Then, three weeks later, he graduated. At the top of his class no less and you were his plus one. It was a nice event, the party was awesome and it was almost bittersweet, but you were excited to have the flat all to yourself again. Bradley was supposed to leave right after, a day or two later.

It's been 46 days and he is still here. Yes, you have been counting.

You were glaring daggers at him as you leaned over your kitchen bar, sipping your morning coffee. He fell asleep on the couch again, with all the dirty dishes laying all around him. Your eye twitched as he turned his back to you and you revealed a stain on your couch.

Your couch is not worth jail time. You had to remind yourself.

It was fun having him back in the city, but Bradley really overstayed his welcome and you were running out of patience. It wasn't so much that his presence was annoying you, just his habits. For example when he leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. Or takes the first towel he comes across, which is usually yours as he tends to leave his all over the apartment. Or even though you have repeatedly told him to clean after himself he is usually too tired to do it. And you understood him in the beginning as he came back home at weird hours and you gave him a pass even though you wanted to throw the dirty clothes and dishes in or at his face. But you knew it was temporary, so you just sucked it up and cleaned instead of him.

But now it was starting to seriously piss you off. On top of it, it didn't help that you weren't able to hook up with anyone for over 6 weeks and it was starting to show in your bratty attitude, which didn't go over Bradley's head. He just figured it was that time of the month for you.

Shit hit the fan a few days later. You were trying to drop subtle hints for Bradley that he should move out of your apartment, so when he said he had a surprise for you, you naturally assumed that he was going to tell you he's leaving.

Not throw a fucking party.

You had an awful day at work and even needed to stay longer at the office. Since Bradley took over your home office, you have been working from your actual office which included a 20 minute commute.

The only thing holding you upright was the thought of the bath you were going to take when you finally breached the threshold. As you searched for your keys you realized the loud music was coming from your apartment and not from your neighbors like you assumed. And as you opened the door, your face froze in an unbelievable expression. There was a whole bunch of people in your apartment, food was everywhere, glasses littered every available surface and Bradley was happily playing the piano and singing with his Top Gun colleagues.

You'd be amazed by his skill, if you weren't so pissed.

"The hostess finally arrived!" Fanboy greeted you with a hug and Phoenix came to give you a kiss. You could feel anger bubbling in your body and you pursued your lips. Making your way quickly to Bradley, you put your hand over his, stopping his playing and silence fell.

"I need everyone to get out." No one moved until you whistled. "I said move it people, the party's over. Go home."

"Party pooper." Fanboy pouted and you clasped his shoulder.

"I had a long day, Fanboy, maybe another time, okay?"

As the last person left and the front door closed, you stared at it for a few seconds, before turning to Bradley.

"What the FUCK was that, Bradley?"

"I told you I had a surprise for you!" He defended himself.

"A fucking party? That was your idea of a surprise?!"

"Well yeah, you've been so uptight lately I thought you needed to let loose a bit. Hence the party."

"Let me get this straight," you pinched the bridge of you nose. "the only solution that crossed your mind was 'Hey, let's have a party so that when she comes home she'll have to deal with a bunch of people and clean up after them. Damn Bradshaw, you've done it again, what a fucking brilliant idea!' not that maybe you should move out?"

"You want me to move out?"

"Yes! My God, Bradley, you have been here for 52 days! This is MY apartment and you have no lease, no rent, no anything - you can't just do whatever the hell you want."

"I did this for you! You have been acting like a brat lately and I thought this would do you some good." You stared at him, not believing tgat he just called you a brat.

"A brat? That's it, I've had it, Bradshaw! I've had it with your inability to pick up after yourself and that there are never enough towels or glasses because you take everything in your vicinity without any regard whether or not it's actually yours!" You poked him in his chest with each sentence and Bradley retreated until his butt hit the piano.

"Has anyone told you how hot you look when you're pissed off?" Bradley smirked before he grabbed your neck, pulling you to him and meeting you half way, dipping down to capture your lips.

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My #1 post of 2022

Long way home

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Very cheesy 🧀 so I hope you're not lactose intolerant 😁

"You won't believe this, Bradley, but before we started dating, I used to walk alone all the time." You smiled as your boyfriend patiently waited for the end of your shift.

"I know, but that doesn't mean that you still have to do that." He smiled. "I'm here now." You blew him a kiss and handed the last receipt to the customer. As the last person left, Bradley started putting away the chairs and moped the floors. You stared at him and tried telling him that it's not necessary and that you could do it in the morning before your next shift, but he was unmoving, even though he hated moping the floors. He had you sit on the bar and together you laughed at the situation.

"Bradley, I'm serious. Please go back to the base, you have training in the morning." You said after giving him a kiss at the closed Hard Deck door.

"I can't in good conscience let you walk home alone in the dark." Bradley put a hand over his heart, making you roll your eyes and smile.

"I know a short-cut. I'll be home in 15 minutes. I'll even send you a text when I enter my house."

"How about we take the long way home and I sleep over?" He smirked at you.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, did you just invite yourself over? You slapped his forearm in disbelief.

"I was waiting for you to invite me, but I'm getting restless." He paused for a second, blushing. "That being said, I would really like to make you breakfast." Bradley scratched the back of his head.

"Come on, wise guy, let's go home." You smiled, grabbing his hand, pulling him after you.

The walk home was much longer than the one you were used to, but it was still a pleasant night walk. You were used to just listen to waves crashing with the shore as you walked along the ocean, but this road was paved with a few street light illuminating the path. Walking along the houses you voiced your opinion on a few houses and you were more than tempted to just stop and stare at some of them.

Just before you were about to turn down the last big street, you let out a big yawn.

"Getting tired?" Bradley pulled you into a hug and as your hands went around his body, you sagged into him. Has he always smelled so good? So calming?

"Mhm. This 'long way home' after a full shift at the bar is really exhausting." You tried rubbing your eyes.

"Come in, I have an idea. This is the last big street before we come to your little street. So let's play a game. At each street light you have to give me a kiss." He smiled at you. "That way we'll walk a bit and then take a break."

"That actually sounds nice." You smiled back, but still pulled him back into the hug, ducking your head into the crook of his neck.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you home." Bradley laughed, your breath tickling him.

As you turned the corner, you came to an abrupt stop.

"What's the matter?"

"You planned this, didn't you?" You accused.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Your boyfriend smirked as he followed your eyes down the street. There were so many street lights. More than there were throughout the entire walk.

"Bradley." You lifted one of your eyebrows.

"Think of it like this. Each one of these street lights is a month that I haven't spent with you. A kiss I didn't get because I didn't know you."

God, your boyfriend was so cheesy. But adorably cheesy.

Grabbing his hand and turning to him while walking with your back to the street, you pulled him to the first street light and kissed him sweetly.

"One month / One kiss down." You turned to look at the street. "Ten thousand to go."

His brilliant idea of taking the long way home meant you entered your apartment almost 2 hours later. Giggling, you finally separated as your umpteenth attempt at finding your keys proved unsuccessful.

"So this is the place you so wanted to visit and I have been 'keeping' from you." You giggled as Bradley followed you into your cozy apartment. You were wondering whether he first went to the kitchen and checked the fridge just for show or he actually wanted to make breakfast for you.

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1,308 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

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[matan4il]

I wish S2 E5 got more attention, I know it was seasons ago but that was the episode I knew Buddie was endgame. It brought together 4 characters Buck, Eddie, Chim and Maddie and basically outlined their future dealings with each other as couples.

With Maddie, Chim had his dorky pop culture side that clearly made Maddie swoon. And Chim, like how do you not heart eye the adorable JLH. They clicked and you felt it.

With Buddie, its that jaws of life comment that made Eddie think he was the smartest dude in the room. Even when he walks in he just brushes past Maddie looking for plates for food. He has no idea Chim may have developed an interest, but he clearly has none. Then Buck basically assuming if you are talking about a hot guy in a room you clearly mean Eddie right?

Even though women have flown in and out they never loose their vibes in both couples. And it honestly says alot because of course everything Buddie related in the first 4 episodes was awesome, especially episode 4 with Carla. But it was 5 that made me realize OK, they really are gonna make Eddie distinctively different with Buck then anyone else.

Hi Nonnie! Oooh, I love this ask!

So, if we're gonna talk ep 206, which starts with Buck, Chim and Eddie helping Maddie move into her new apartment, then I can tell you I have screamed about it over here, as well as in other meta posts referencing back this dialogue, but I think you're right and I haven't talked about it enough. Because YES. It sets up this ongoing parallel between Madney and Buddie, and you're absolutely right. Not only is it SO telling that when Maddie says, "He's cute!" Buck's mind jumps directly to Eddie (confirming what Maddie said earlier in 204, that Buck has a "boy crush" on him), it's also so meaningful that Eddie is around this gorgeous, smart, funny, kind woman and yet the person he's completely wrapped up in is Buck...

And this ep is, ironically, the one where Taylor is first introduced! So it's explicitly established Buck thinks Eddie is cute before she even shows up. And when she does? That's the ep that gives us peak jealous!Eddie for the first time. Taylor talks to Bobby? Everything's fine. Taylor talks to Buck? Eddie right away struts over all territorial. It can't be just that he thinks Taylor isn't trust-worthy, or he would have come over when she was talking to Bobby, too!

I'll be honest, I didn't know yet during 206 if Buddie will be endgame. But by then, I knew I wanted them to be. I think some of the stuff I wrote about in my 204 meta (the way Buck and Eddie are so connected, and Eddie trusts Buck, letting him into his and Chris' life, the way Buck gives Eddie the perfect help that he wasn't even knowingly asking for) that's what already convinced me that whether they will be or not, they SHOULD be endgame. I still stand by that.

Thank you, Nonnie! I hope this answer was satisfying? Please feel free to let me know! Hope you have a great day! xoxox

And if you or anyone else is looking for my other ask replies, you can find them using my ask tag. xoxox

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[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Category: M/M Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series),Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm, Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield Characters: Orym (Critical Role), Dorian Storm, Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Rebecca Chambers, Imogen Temult, Ashton Greymoore, Cyrus Wyvernwind, Piers Nivans, Laudna (Critical Role), Fearne Calloway Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Nightmares, Burns, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Orym’s Dead Spouse (Critical Role), Sobbing, Human Experimentation, Stitches, drugged, Hospitals, Injury Recovery, Chronic Pain, Scars, Strangulation, Panic, Mind Control, Dissociation, Depression

Day Eighteen. Forced to Watch

“You're staring.” He didn't bother looking away despite Ashton's words and the soft bump they gave with their hip. “I'm surprised he can't feel your eyes on him. It looks like you're trying to burn holes into him.”

“I'm doing my job.”

“You could be less obvious about it.”

“What's the point of that? I'm not here to mingle with any of these people. That's his job. It's my job to keep an eye on him. That's all I'm here for.”

“I told them you shouldn't be the one that has to do this, but they said you'd insist on doing it, so it didn't matter what we thought.”

For a split second, he moved his eyes away from Dorian charming a beautiful elf woman to look up at Ashton's face. The hard lines of their face were drawn down in a deep frown and their forehead scrunched up. Despite their casual lean against the wall, the tension of their muscles showed in the slight bulge of their formalwear from the arms underneath flexing. It would be easy enough to pass their whole demeanor off as being uncomfortable in their current situation, but their words told him that wasn't the case.

“I'm not sure what you mean by that.”

The snort Ashton gave in response drew the annoyance of a woman nearby that threw a dirty look their way before moving away from them. “Sure. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about.”

“If you have something to say, say it.”

“Fine. I was trying to be delicate about it, but this is easier. Why did you volunteer to torture yourself all night?”

“I didn't. I'm good at keeping watch, so I volunteered to keep watch.”

“You could have kept watch on Imogen.”

“Laudna is keeping an eye on her, so is Fearne. I think she's covered.”

“Do you believe the bullshit you're spewing? Because I don't.”

“What do you want from me, Ashton?”

“To stop torturing yourself. FCG and I can keep an eye on Dorian. So can Chetney. There's plenty of other people that can keep an eye on him. It doesn't have to be you watching this.”

“Doesn't it?” He watched as the woman released an exaggerated laugh that ended with her hand dancing along Dorian's arm. “Are you under the impression this is the first time I've had to deal with something like this? I wasn't always running around Exandria. My job was to watch. When that's your job, you don't always see things you like.”

“You said it yourself. It's not your job now, which means someone else can do it.”

“I'm not going to abandon Dorian. I told him I would watch his back. That's what I'm going to do.”

“Why didn't you offer to go with him? It'd be easier to do it when you're right fucking next to him.”

“This isn't my place. Never has been. It's better for me to stay in the corner and observe.”

A heavy sigh from Ashton told him this conversation wasn't at all going the way they wanted it to. “As much as it pains me to say, I like all of you. I don't want to see you get hurt. Either of you. I'm trying to make this easier on you, and you're being difficult.”

“I know.”

“Then fuck off and let me handle this.”

“No.”

“For-”

“I don't need you to protect me from this.” A beautiful tiefling clad in a dark suit with the top few buttons undone joined the woman in crowding close to Dorian-all flirty smiles and roaming hands. “When you love someone, it's important to understand what that means. Loving them from a distance is sometimes the best you can do.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I'm a very broken man. I've had my heart shattered, and it left me numb for a long time. Finding them, then all of you has helped me figure out how to pick up some of the pieces. Things have been better, but I'm still a broken man.”

“What happened to you?”

“It's not about what happened to me.”

He felt a hand land on his shoulder at the exact same time the tiefling brushed their fingers along Dorian's cheek. “Who did you lose?”

“My husband. Six years ago.”

“Do they know?”

“A little. We came from my home. I'm not stupid enough to think they couldn't figure some of it out from the time we spent there.” As Dorian parted from the two still trying to cling to his body, Orym took a chance to glance back up at Ashton a second time before returning to Dorian. “Say what you want to say.”

“If you know you love him, why do you have to keep your distance? So, you've had your heart broken. Everyone has. You really think he'll care about that? What's the point of not saying something? It doesn't change the truth.”

“Not all broken things heal right. I still... there are parts of me that I can't give him, and I don't know that I'll ever be able to. He doesn't deserve to be held at a distance like that. He deserves to be loved fully and completely, and I don't know I'll ever be capable of that again.”

“And if he loves you too? Are you going to break his heart?”

“No, I'll tell him the truth, then it's up to him. I said I'm a broken man, not a cruel one. At least, I try not to be.”

After a beat of silence, Ashton gave his shoulder a little squeeze and pushed off the wall. “For someone so broken, you're more put together than the rest of us. The only thing you need to do is let yourself be happy. You frown too much.”

“Give me a reason to smile.”

“Not my problem. I'll leave that to blue boy.”

With a smirk, Ashton stepped into the crowd-broad shoulders easily parting the way for them. The brush of a hand along his shoulder settled lightly over the tattoo of Catha and Ruidus hidden underneath his fancy clothing. Dorian's eyes-heavy with eyeliner and dusted by sparkling eyeshadow-held an obvious question.

“We were just talking.”

“About me?” Dorian's other hand pressed dramatically over his chest and a small smile danced along his lips.

“Only the bad things.”

“Well, thank you for stopping before I could overhear. I don't know that my pride could take the blow.”

“Really? It didn't look like your pride was doing too bad.”

“Maybe not, but I much prefer this.”

“You're supposed to be making conversation.”

“I know. Dance with me?”

Even though he knew they shouldn't, Orym reached a hand up to pluck Dorian's off his shoulder. “One.”

“Two. One for each of us.”

“We're here for work.”

“And what better way to draw the attention of people willing to talk than by taking a few spins around the dance floor with the most handsome man in the room?”

“I don't want to talk to people, Dorian. You know I'm not good at it. I'll make a mess.”

“I wasn't talking about me.” After dipping down to press a kiss to Orym's cheek, Dorian tugged him toward the spinning figures. “They'll all want to know how I convinced you to dance with me when you won't with anyone else. Trust me. I've been to a few of these before.”

“I trust you.”

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[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Honesty. Horrible, Horrible Honesty. (Chapter Five)

Summary: This is Part Eighteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, pre-Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Referenced Domestic Violence and Threatening Behaviour (these are warning tags for a brief scenes with Ty), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, A Brief Scene of Violence, Mild Injury, Swearing, Characters Working Through Trauma, Repairing Relationships, Fluff, I Swear There are Funny Bits Along with the Emotional Bits

A/N: Chapter Five was getting too long so I had to split it into two! The second part will be posted as Chapter Six later today or tomorrow. Lots of intense stuff in that one! Stay tuned!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Will

Unsurprisingly, Bex was still asleep when Will woke up bright and early the next day. He’d checked in on her to make sure she was still alive, but other than that he decided to leave her be.

Sleep was the best medicine for her right now.

Emery had texted him to say one of her friends she’d stayed with was dropping her back at the house after her therapy appointment so it wasn’t like Bex would be alone for long.

He had just enough time to make a very necessary stop before work.

*** Chris

It was going to be one of those mornings.

“Lee Henry, help Max with his backpack, please,” Chris called out, trying to get a handle on the morning chaos. “Annabelle, put the sword down.”

Cindy had some kind of a bug and he’d told her to stay in bed while he got the kids ready for school. He had a feeling he’d be crawling in there with her once he got them out the door.

“The bus is gonna be here in five minutes, Luke,” he said, throwing his hands up. “Where are your pants?”

They made it to the stop with seconds to spare. “Love you and you and you and you. Be good.” Always had to tack that last bit on for Annabelle.

Chris enjoyed the few moments of peace the world gave him on the walk back from the bus stop only to find a grim-faced Will waiting on his door step.

“I need to talk to you,” he said. “About Bex.” Will sighed. “And Jay.”

Definitely one of those mornings. “Come on in,” Chris said to Will, opening the front door. “I’ll put the coffee on.”

Will followed and took the seat Chris cleared for him at the kitchen table. “Sorry for barging in like this—”

“Hey, no, you’re family,” Chris said, waving away the apology. “That means you’re welcome here any time. For anything.”

He puttered around with the coffee machine, expecting Will to dive into whatever it was he needed to talk about and turning around when he didn’t—and found the man sitting there with a stunned, but pleased little smile.

Chris clearly needed to invite Will over on his own more often.

“Oh, Will!” Cindy smiled at him as she came into the kitchen. “I didn’t hear you come in. It’s so nice to see you, hun.” She gave him a hug before heading over to the toaster.

“Are you sure you’re okay to be up, Cind?” Chris really hadn’t liked how she’d been looking this morning. “I could have brought you stuff.”

“You’re not feeling well?” Will sat up, alarmed. “I can get out of your hair—but what are your symptoms? Can I help?”

Cindy shook her head with a quiet laugh. “Hush, you two, I’m fine,” she said. “I had a bit of an upset stomach this morning, but I’m feeling much better now,” she explained to Will. “Nothing a bit of toast won’t finish settling.”

She did have more colour in her cheeks. Chris was still glad he was home for the morning so he could keep an eye on her just in case. But in the meantime… “Will was about to tell me what’s been going on with Bex and Jay,” he told her as he poured out the coffees and handed one over to Will.

Cindy’s eyes widened. “Oh, finally!”

Will choked on his sip. “Wait, you know?”

“All we know is that something’s going on,” Chris said, plopping down into his own chair. “They’ve both been acting weird and Bex is avoiding us which means there’s something she doesn’t want to talk about. I’ve been trying to wait her out—”

“And he’s been mostly patient about it too.” Cindy ran an affectionate hand over his head as she came to join them at the table with her toast.

“I’m trying!” Chris exclaimed. “I know they’re both adults and will come for advice in their own time if they need it. I get it. But they’re taking their sweet time working it out on their own.”

“Yeah, that’s because they’re not,” Will said. “It’s a mess. They’re a mess.”

“Uh-oh.” Both Cindy and Chris frowned before Chris leaned in. “Start at the beginning.”

Will groaned. “Okay.” And then he dove in—starting with the pact between Will and Bex to ask out Will and Connor which was actually kind of disgustingly cute, but things took a sharp turn after that.

With Jay letting his hurt and fear offer advice.

And Mouse taking said advice.

And Bex spiralling and drinking.

And a whole history he knew nothing about with some asshole named AJ?

Plus a bet that apparently everyone they knew had been involved in which actually surprised him the least out of everything Will had told them, but that, judging by her face, Cindy would be giving folks an earful about.

“I’ve been trying to give her space,” Will said, staring down into his coffee. “But I’m worried. Really worried. It’s like, she thinks if she says she’s fine often enough, that’ll make it magically true, but she keeps moving further and further away from fine.”

He sat back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “She’ll probably be pissed I talked to you guys—”

“If she is, she’ll get over it,” Chris said. “Helping her through this is more important. Have you talked to Jay much?”

Will shook his head. “Between Bex and work, I’ve had my hands full,” he said. “Plus, he seemed like he needed time for things to sink in a bit more. Talking to him any earlier wouldn’t have done much.”

“It’s not all on you anymore, okay?” Chris reached over to grasp Will’s shoulder. “I’m glad you came to us so we can help. Bex is working a shift at Molly’s tonight. I’ll try and get a feel for where she’s at and talk to her when we close or I’ll kidnap her tomorrow or something.”

Will stared at him and then snorted.

“What?”

“Sorry,” Will shook his head, chucking. “Sorry, it’s just—sometimes you and Bex are ridiculously alike.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” Chris decided. Better that than to ask for examples he might not want to hear. “I’ll try to grab Jay for lunch today too and see what I can get out of him.”

Will relaxed, still looking exhausted, but not quite like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Or, you know, the emotional weight of a huge fight between his siblings.

Not on his own anyway. Not anymore.

“We’ll get them sorted,” Chris assured him. “Don’t worry.”

“Now, do you have time for some breakfast?” Cindy asked. “Christopher makes a fairly delicious egg sandwich.”

“Fairly delicious, she says.” Chris clutched a hand to his heart. “Like it’s not a masterpiece. A taste explosion, Will, I’m telling you.”

Will laughed. “I could spare the time for a taste explosion,” he said. “Thanks.”

They got him fed and poured him another two cups of coffee before seeing him on his way. Kid was going to buzz his way through his shift, but at least Chris was more certain he’d make it through his shift now.

As soon as they had the house to themselves, Chris turned to Cindy. “Who the hell is AJ?”

“I have no idea,” she exclaimed, picking up her phone. “Bex has never said a word…what was his last name again?”

Chris wracked his brain. “M-something. Ma—Meh—no, Michaels. AJ A-hole Michaels.”

Cindy shot him a look as she typed. “I’ll just search for the full name then, shall I?”

“Oh, you are feeling better,” he laughed, crowding in beside her to look at the screen. “Did you find him?”

“Yes,” she said with a frown. “Not sure why Bex is following him on Instagram given everything Will said, but this is him. Oh. He’s quite handsome, isn’t he? Hm.”

“Lemme see that.” Chris took the phone and scrolled through a few photos of what was admittedly an attractive guy. Didn’t make his face any less punchable. “Eh. She can do better.”

“Obviously.” Cindy snatched her phone back. “And she will once Mouse gets his head on straight. Right now though, we focus on her and Jay.”

“Yes, okay, I’m going to call Jay and see if he’s free,” Chris said, hunting around for his own phone.

“And I’m going to call Trudy about this bet.” Cindy opened up her contacts with a determined glint in her eye.

Looked like one of those mornings was turning into one of those days…for everyone.

***

Bex

Sun.

No.

No, thank you.

Ugh.

This was why Bex didn’t drink whisky.

Or drink for two nights in a row.

Or drink this much. Full stop.

She lay on her stomach and tried to decide if she was going to puke.

Fifteen minutes later, things were holding steady enough that she fumbled around a hand on her side table until she found her phone.

Squinting through the bright light of the screen, she checked her messages.

Will was gone to work. He wanted to talk later.

Pass.

Emery was getting a ride home from therapy from Kira.

Good.

The pottery place stuff was ready for pick-up.

Crap.

She should probably go get that. Figuring out how to get it to everyone without accidentally running into Jay or Mouse could come later.

And lastly, a long message from Patti saying she knew Beau was drunk when he made the offer, but that it was a serious one.

The offer…

Was Patti trying to wingman for Beau? That was…weird…but sweet…

Oh, WAIT. The tour offer. Right.

That conversation was coming back to her now.

Patti went on to reiterate it in her message that coming on tour with them at any time over the next few months was an open offer if she wanted a change of scenery.

Bex sighed.

And found herself actually seriously considering it.

Getting away from…everything sounded pretty good right about now.

The apartment door opened and closed, but no one called out and Bex really hoped it wasn’t a murderer because she was easy pickings at the moment.

Maybe she could play dead until they went away—she probably looked the part well enough.

Her bedroom door opened and then she heard a very familiar sigh.

“Hey, Emery,” she croaked out as her friend crawled into bed beside her.

“Hey.” Emery snuggled in with a groan. “You’ve got the right idea staying in bed.”

Bex hummed and reached out to pat at her head. “Rough time at therapy?”

“Yeah.” Emery sighed again. “I know it’s helping,” she said. “It’s just…a lot to talk about—rehashing everything and trying to process it. Twists my brain.”

“Proud of you though,” Bex whispered.

“Me too.”

They snoozed together for awhile longer before finally hauling themselves out of bed and making food.

“Oh, hey,” Emery said around a mouthful of toast. “I saw your lil’ show with Beau.”

“You and way too many other people.” Bex rolled her eyes. “I should never have let Elle put that on Instagram. I know people liked it, but it’s feeling a little too public today.”

“Feel any better after singing it out?” Emery raised an eyebrow at her and Bex shrugged.

“I think it got some of the angst out,” she said. “Still plenty to go around though.” A piece of paper on the table caught her eye. “And now I have a bunch of creepers to go through and block.” She waved the list at Emery. “Connor made a list while he and Will watched.”

“Aw,” Emery cooed. “That’s so sweet! Will got a good one there.”

“Acknowledging the creepy behaviour of other dudes is a pretty low bar to clear,” Bex said as she grabbed her phone. “But yes, we’re keeping Connor for sure.”

She set the list down and opened up Instagram. “Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Bex entertained Emery for the next few minutes as they went through the list and read some of the comments that had been left on her profile—ranging from kind of cringey, but funny to some that were seriously yikes.

“This is actually a very polite request for me to record myself singing ‘nekkid’, but they used the wrong ‘your’ so I will respectfully decline,” Bex said as she proceeded to block sexmangod5820983.

“Let me see one,” Emery said, making grabby hands at the phone. Bex handed it plus the list over and let her go to town.

“Ooh, okay, this guy made a ton of comments,” she said, scrolling through Bex’s pictures. “You should only sing sad songs. Your pain is so beautiful. I’d love to see you cry. Oh, Jesus—I’m reporting this one. He’s creepy. Goodbye, yeschef.”

Emery finished off the list with increasing disgust. “Why are people like this?” she asked, moving to hand Bex’s phone back to her before pausing.

She looked down at the screen and then stared at Bex. “Rebecca Marie Herrmann,” she said slowly.

Uh oh.

“Why the fuck are you following AJ?”

“What?” Bex tried to snatch her phone back, but Emery held it out of reach. “I’m not! Em, what are you talking about?”

“You are.” Emery showed her the screen, displaying a post from AJ right at the top.

What the hell?

“I don’t know how that happened? I swear, I—” Bits of the previous night started coming back to her. A message from AJ. Deleting it. Looking at his profile. Swiping away…

“Shit,” Bex said. “I must have accidentally hit follow.”

“Explain!” Emery demanded, shaking the phone at her and Bex groaned before dutifully relaying everything that happened when she got home last night and how she may have accidentally followed AJ back.

“Bex.” Emery shook her head when the story was done. “I know things are rough right now, but I have to say this. We are not doing AJ again—no, let me finish. You need to block his profile for your own good, okay? He’s too much of a shithead to let anywhere near your life anymore.”

“I have no intention of having anything to do with him ever again,” Bex said, finally getting a hold of her phone again. “There. Blocked, see?” She showed the screen to Emery who nodded firmly. “Last night was a moment of weakness, but I’m good now. No more AJ. Ever again.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need a pinky promise on that.” Emery held a hand out and Bex rolled her eyes, but followed through on the pinky shake.

“For the record, I would like a little more faith that I wouldn’t go down that road again,” she said.

“Listen,” Emery said, taking a sip of her tea. “We all have our kryptonite and AJ was yours for a long time so I’m just trying to look out for you.”

Bex understood that. She really did. But she’d managed to ignore his message last night and following him back was genuinely an accident. She felt like she could honestly say AJ wasn’t her kryptonite anymore.

…someone was filling that position these days.

And that was enough thinking about that!

“So what are your plans for the day?” she asked Emery.

“I was going to head into the office this afternoon if you don’t mind taking me?”

“Of course not,” Bex said. “I’ve got to go and pick up the pottery store stuff anyway. What time are you going to be done though because I work at Molly’s later.”

“Ben said he could pick me up,” Emery said before chewing on her lip pensively. “I hate relying on everyone to take me places. I feel like I should be able to go by myself at this point, but the thought of being by myself on the bus or in a parking lot—I still see him sometimes and I know—”

“Emery, stop,” Bex said, shaking her head. “We all understand, okay? And everyone wants you to feel safe. It’s only been a few weeks. I think it’s totally normal to be feeling this way and I’m happy to give you a ride forever if it helps you.” She smiled at her and raised her hand. “Pinky promise.”

Emery stared at her hand for a moment before twining her pinky with Bex’s for the shake. “Thanks.”

“That’s what friends are forrrrr,” Bex sang at her dramatically which didn’t help her head, but was worth it to make Emery laugh.

They took turns with the shower and managed to get ready in time to deliver Emery at work in time and then Bex swung around to the pottery place to pick up their box of incredibly ugly stoneware.

Then she sat in her car outside of the precinct and tried to decide what to do.

Going in was not an option.

She pulled out her phone.

BEX: Are you busy?

KIM: I’ve got a minute. What’s up?

BEX: I’m outside. Would you mind coming out to meet me BUT DON’T TELL ANYONE.

KIM: omw

Kim appeared a few minutes later and spotted Bex, hurrying down the sidewalk to meet her.

“Hey,” she said, a concerned frown flitting across her face. “You okay?”

“If I say I can’t face seeing Jay or Mouse right now, would you accept that without any further questions?” Bex asked hopefully.

Kim studied her seriously for a moment before nodding. “What do you need?”

“I’ve got the stuff from the pottery place in here,” she said, lifting the box in her arms. “I took out my stuff and Will and Connor’s and I was hoping you could hand out everyone else’s? I figured Julie could take Shay and Sylvie’s…”

“Absolutely,” Kim said. “That’s no problem. Except—no, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, you can’t say that and not think I won’t worry about it for the rest of the day,” Bex said. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure if anything’s wrong,” Kim said. “But Mouse called in sick today.”

That felt like something to worry about.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Kim hurried to say. “I can take his and give it to him when he’s back at work which will probably be tomorrow so let’s not stress about it.”

Bex tried to push back all of the worst-case scenarios crowding her mind and opened the box while Kim held it. “I’ll take his,” she said. “I’ll give it to him later.”

“Are you sure?” Kim caught her eye. “I know it can be tough when you’re in a situation like this to see someone before you’re ready. I don’t mind taking care of it.”

She considered it—thought about how much easier it would be—but it didn’t feel right. She tried not to examine too hard whether it was because she wanted to take it as a sign that they’d work their shit out eventually or because she just wanted to keep a piece of him close.

UGH. This was just sad.

Bex cursed herself.

And she cursed her frickin’ kryptonite.

Thanking Kim for helping her out, she hopped back in her car and headed home. The shower hadn’t cut it. She needed a long soak and another nap if she was going to kick the last dregs of her hangover before her shift at Molly’s.

One step in front of the other.

With snacks.

She could do this.

***

Kim

She wanted to wrap Bex up in a gigantic hug and tell her it would all be okay, but she also knew how unhelpful that would be at the moment.

Kim had experienced enough of her own ups and downs with Adam to know what that heartbreak was like. Time was the only thing that would help Bex get through this.

And chocolate.

Maybe she’d pick her up some of her favourites.

She headed back inside the precinct only to be stopped immediately by Sergeant Platt.

“Hold on, Burgess,” she said, leaning against her desk. “What have you got there?”

Kim bit back a sigh. “You really don’t want to know.” Please let it go, she silently pleaded, but—

“No dice, come here and let me see,” Platt demanded, waving her over.

Trudging over to her doom, Kim set the desk down on the counter and let Platt open the top of the box. She peered inside.

And blinked.

“Well, Burgess, for once you were correct,” she said, closing the box back up. “Please remove this from my workspace and never let it darken my doorstep again.”

Kim did not have to be told twice. She swung the box back into her arms and hustled up the steps to Intelligence.

“Presents,” she declared as she set the box down on her desk. Adam and Kevin came over immediately and cheered when they saw what was inside, carefully taking their own items out.

Kim grabbed her phone and texted Julie to let her know she had her stuff, plus Shay’s and—

“Uh, I can take Sylvie’s to her,” Kevin said quietly.

She paused in her typing to give him a little side-eye. “Is that so?”

“Don’t make it a thing,” he said, with the tiniest little headshake. “Breakfast at the diner on me and I’ll tell you everything if you can be chill about this right now.”

Kim pretended to consider that for a moment before nodding at the box. “Deal.”

He discreetly removed Sylvie’s box from the mug and went back to his desk.

Interesting. Very interesting.

“Where did this stuff come from?” Jay asked, coming over as she finished her text to Julie.

“Oh, uh, Bex dropped it off,” Kim said. She didn’t want to get herself caught up in a lie when they hadn’t worked out a story yet.

“Bex is here?” His head whipped toward the stairs and Kim caught his arm gently.

“Was,” she said. “She had to go so I said I’d take it up.”

His face fell and Kim wanted to say something—ask him what was going on, if he wanted to talk, if he was okay, anything—but it smoothed out just as quickly and he took his own item before heading back to his desk.

It had to be something to do with Mouse and Bex falling through and Mouse calling in sick today and who knew what else, but the middle of their office wasn’t exactly the best place to start a conversation about it.

Maybe she could catch him in the locker room later.

“What the hell is that?” Al was standing beside Adam’s desk, squinting down at his mug.

“I made it,” Adam said, proud smile spreading across his face.

“I can see that,” Al said, raising an eyebrow at him. “You know that thing is about five HR violations in one?”

“They’re lilacs, Olinsky,” Adam snapped.

“Keep telling yourself that, kid.”

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As Real As It Gets

Pairing:  Santana x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader is a wrestling veteran, debuting in AEW, and on her first night, MJF and the Pinnacle, trying and ruin her welcoming, but little do they know, she has a great friendship with the Inner Circle; Santana stepping up and standing up for her, being her partner in her very first match on Dynamite and things really hit off between the two of them, leading to even more things when they're one on one...

Warnings:  SMUT!! (18+ ONLY!!)

Requested by:  anon (whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  3435

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @justamess44 @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch  @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose

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“AEW is always making history and I would like to be the first to tell you that it is an honor to sign a veteran like you, the very first woman here in AEW to wrestle in the men’s division, Y/N!” Tony announced, beginning my first interview on Dynamite.

“It is an honor to be here, Tony,” I smiled, “Like you said, I am a wrestling veteran and I have accomplished a lot throughout my career, but AEW is full of such great, amazing talent. Some of them, I never shared the ring with and there is a lot that I can accomplish here. I’m ready to have a great time.”

“You have accomplished a lot indeed and I think I can speak for all of us when I say, I am very excited to see what you have in store for us. I’ve heard there are some people around trying to recruit you already!” Tony pointed out and before I could even speak, music began to play.

It was the Pinnacle, one of the groups who were trying to recruit me.

“Now, I don’t really like making a scene,” MJF began, leading his pack, “I know I am intimidating, but I made you a very simple offer and you keep ignoring me. That’s very disrespectful of you to ignore the top guy in All Elite Wrestling.

Disrespectful? That little comment actually made me laugh, turning to face MJF when he finally met me on stage.

I stayed silent for a moment, just staring at him like a joke whenever he continued with:

“There is no denying how amazing you are, Y/N. The executives in here made a very wise decision by signing you and if you join me and the top guys here in AEW, you will skyrocket to the top!”

“Let me stop you there,” I sighed, borrowing Tony's microphone, “I think you forgot who I am. I am Y/N! I understand that you’re starstruck. You want to get all the goods, but I literally just got here! It’s my first night! I would have to take a lot of things into consideration before I hop into a stable. Even if I do end up in a stable, I sure as hell wouldn’t join the Pinnacle.”

The entire crowd was cheering for me, agreeing with my statement and MJF immediately became hostile, trying to tower over me.

“You are a bunch of boys. You can’t handle all of this,” I smirked, referencing myself, “And you want to call me disrespectful? I’m the veteran here. Not you and I can tell how extremely hostile you are. Looks like you want a fight. If it’s a fight you want, well I know the perfect guys!”

MJF and his guys all became annoyed, rolling their eyes, groaning whenever they heard Judas playing, Chris Jericho, and the Inner Circle joining my side on stage.

“My jerk off friend,” Chris smirked, “Not even thirty minutes into the show and you’re being a dick!”

Chris made everyone laugh, going to speak more, but silence fell, the mood becoming a lot more serious whenever Santana stepped up, asking, “Can I have the mic?”

I smiled when I saw Santana making a stand. There have been multiple times where we had crossed paths and each time was a great experience. He was an amazing wrestler and person, with a whole lot of heart.

Santana stood by my side, putting MJF in his place when he said, “You have to be the most disrespectful little shit I have ever seen in this industry.”

No one could argue with Santana whatsoever, all of us nodding in agreement, listening when he continued:

“Like Tony said, it is an honor, an absolute HONOR, to have Y/N here. Hell, I’m honored to just be standing at her side right now! And you’re going to come out here, getting mouthy with her? Trying to talk her into making serious, career-altering decisions on her very first night? Hell, you've been bothering her before she even got here. Not only are you disrespecting a woman, but you’re disrespecting one of the best wrestlers in this industry and quite frankly, that pisses me the hell off!”

I could cry tears of happiness while watching Santana stand up for me, speaking with so much passion that was beyond admirable.

“MJF, it’s such a shame that you’re so simple and basic, didn’t learn a single thing from these amazing men in the inner circle. You could have learned some great lessons. Santana just dished out a good one on you right now!” I made clear, putting a smile on Santana’s face when I added, “I know it’s my first night and I’m not in proper wrestling gear, but you! You really grind my gears and like Santana, I’m pissed off. Santana, care to be my partner tonight and teach these fools another lesson?”

At first, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. It was so cute and priceless, but then he quickly nodded his head, putting his game face on, both of us sizing up MJF but like a coward, MJF backed away, yelling:

“Woah Woah Woah! I have more important things to handle tonight, but if you guys want a match, we’ll I’m sure that the best tag team in the damn world, doesn’t have a problem with facing the two of you tonight.”

MJF just about shoved FTR, Cash, and Dax right into us and I didn’t mind one bit. I wanted a match and since it was presented to me, I yelled:

“Okay, bet. Someone get us a referee!”

It didn’t take long for a referee to get to the ring, making us go to the ring. Santana and I were fired up and ready to go.

Santana was also just so sweet, being a gentleman whenever he saw me fixing my hair on the apron, giving me his bandana.

“Use this. I’ll start the match. Okay?” Santana smiled at me.

“Gotcha,” I smiled back, fixing and tying the bandana around my head, it keeping my hair back perfectly.

Man, did Santana have some gorgeous brown eyes, lighting up at the sight of his bandana around my head, but we had to snap back into game mode whenever the bell rang.

I thought chivalry was dead, but Santana proved me wrong our entire match. He would not let me get hit, took every punch, bump, wouldn’t tag me in.

Of course, I did my part as a tag partner, breaking up pins and getting rid of the opponents' partner at certain times, but there was no way Santana could win this without me getting in there.

Santana just barely kicked out of a move from Dax and they were trying to jump him and that’s when I stepped in.

I delivered a nasty dropkick to Cash, then I turned around to see Dax coming after me and I super kicked him.

Dax fell like a ton of bricks and I quickly helped Santana get on top of him for a pin, but Dax was kicked out.

After that, I helped Santana stand up, going to our corner, getting back on the apron so that I could get tagged in.

We decided to go for some tag moves. I ran and did a suicide dive into Cash, taking him out again, running back into the ring, seeing Santana and Dax exchanging blows.

There was a perfect opportunity when Dax took a few steps back. He forgot about me, so I gave him a dropkick to his back, throwing him into Santana who hit him with two knees to the face and whenever he popped back up, I hit him with a nasty, snap German suplex, building a bridge and pinning him to win the match.

When the bell rang, Santana popped up, hugging me, happy to take part in my very first match on Dynamite.

I was just as excited as Santana was, unable to stop smiling while he kept his arm wrapped around me, both of us looking into the camera, Santana saying:

“Baddest girl in the game right here! Everybody better watch out!”

“You heard what he said,” I smirked, both of us giving the camera the middle finger.

Santana kept his arm wrapped around me the entire time and I didn’t mind one bit because it felt so right. It felt even better to have so much support when I walked backstage to the rest of the Inner Circle.

“Damn, Y/N! First night in and you steal my tag partner?” Ortiz scoffed, only playing.

“I mean, with a man like Santana, could you blame me?” I smirked, all of us laughing.

“Okay, maybe we can share him,” Ortiz joked, but my heart began to flutter, having to look away for a moment whenever Santana whispered to me:

“I don’t mind being yours.”

There was a strong feeling flowing through me about Santana and he kept on making it stronger.  

“Hey, Y/N, I don’t know if you realized but your shirt is ripped,” Sammy pointed out and I just groaned loudly.

“Got damn it! I didn’t bring my suitcase,” I sighed, “MJF just had to piss me off and make me wrestle in casual clothes.”

“It’s all good,” Santana assured, “Wanna go to the locker room and I can find something for you?”

“I’d greatly appreciate it,” I smiled, following Santana when he said:

“Let’s go.”

While on our way to the locker room, I was more than tempted to make Santana mine. He was literally perfect and I appreciated all that he was doing for me.

I was just hanging out in the locker room while Santana was going through their things, finding an Inner Circle shirt.

“Is that an invitation?” I joked, making the both of us giggle.

“I mean, I have no problem with having you in the inner circle. If I was in charge, I would’ve done it already,” He smirked, making my heart flutter again.

I kindly accepted the shirt, saying to him, “You’re a real soldier. You took almost all of the shots that entire match. I appreciate it, but if we ever team again, don’t be afraid to tag me. I wrestle the guys for a reason.”

“I know,” He sighed deeply, explaining, “It’s just, I’ve always admired you and I can’t help but be overprotective. Even when MJF was talking crazy, it pissed me off, let alone when they were ready to actually beat you up.”

“And I thought chivalry was dead,” I smiled, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a man stand up for me like you did tonight.”

“Then all the men that you’ve been around ain’t real men,” Santana noted, smiling whenever I leaned closer to him, saying:

“Well I know I have a real one right next to me. The realest.”

“As real as real gets,” He smirked, kissing my cheek and that’s when I had enough. I could fight my temptations anymore, holding his head straight so I could kiss him.

Our kiss was as real as it could get even though I felt like I was dreaming, lips touching so softly, but so passionate and fierce at the same; smiling against his lips while his hand found the back of my head pulling me closer.

My body followed him like I was under a spell, his body falling back on the long part of the sectional in their locker room and mine followed, sitting on top of him without breaking our kiss, not even for a second.

When our lips finally parted, I gasped for air, taking a deep breath, but the both of us smiling whenever I met his gaze.

“Damn girl,” He chuckled, wiping at his lower lip a bit.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured nervously, “I got a little carried away.”

That nervousness began to die when he shook his head, smiling, “I ain’t complaining.”

I broke out in giggles, falling to his chest when he popped his hips which made me fall, his hand finding the back of my head again, kissing me.

Every move he made, feeling his soft hands on my skin, each intense kiss, his tongue slipping in a bit, it all made me want to lose control, my body moving on its own, hips rolling down onto him, a devilish smile on my face when I felt his bulge that was hardening.

“That’s how you’re feeling, huh?” Santana snickered, kissing me a bit harder.

“When you’re kissing me like that and feeling all over me, it’s hard not to feel that way,” I explained, rolling my hips again and when I did, he bit my lip, whispering;

“Believe me, I know exactly how you feel.”

In that moment, we both just snapped. My body shot right up, tossing off my shirt, capturing all of Santana’s attention, especially whenever my bra came next.

As soon as my bra fell to the floor, he shot up straight, both hands on my breasts, the softness of his hands making my skin form goosebumps, the feeling being intensified, nerves tingling when his hands slid down my hips, one of them pushing into my lower back while his mouth closed around my left nipple.

My head instantly fell back due to the feeling, not sucking too hard, but making everything just right, my hands squeezing his shoulders, beginning to play with his hair.

At the same time, his hands fell to my jeans, coming around the front, unbuttoning them, slowly pushing them down so that he could take two handfuls of my ass.

Sitting still was hard, all of these emotions and mixes of pleasure starting to build up more, especially when one of his hands slid down further slowly rubbing my folds and entrance through the soft fabric of my panties.

When I felt that, the uncontrollable speed of my body came back, holding his head and kissing him hard, whispering against his lips:

“Where’s the fun in teasing? How about you get what you really want? And don’t be afraid to hold back, that’s no fun either.”

His response was a small chuckle against my lips, his actions doing the rest of the talking. He stood up, holding me up by my thighs, turning around so I was facing the couch.

He knew how to turn me on so much, expressing that a little with giggles when he grabbed my pants, pulling them and it made me fall to the couch, then pulling them off the rest of the way.

The view I had made the excitement like electricity running through my body, looking up to his sexy body towering above me. His pants lowered a little, seeing the v-line that went up to his hip, how perfect every muscle was, up to the handsome faces.

Santana was the definition of fine and there was a gorgeous smile on his face when he noticed how I was checking him out, my eyes falling back down to his bulge, his cock definitely desperate to get out of those pants, biting my lip just by the sight of that.

“You see something you want?” He teased, unbuttoning his pants, “If you do, go for it.”

“I sure see something I want,” I whispered in a sexy voice, sitting up and taking a grip on both his pants and briefs, not breaking eye contact with him until I pulled down far enough that his cock popped free.

I couldn’t think of any words or anything to say, my brain still processing all of the crazy, intense rushes going through my body that just kept coming, the sight of his cock making that beyond fierce.

His size was definitely impressive, his thickness to be proven impressive too when I began to stroke him softly, but not wanting to wait, so I got right to the point.

“I think I can speak for the both of us when I say, let’s get to it,” I smirked, standing up and letting my panties hit the floor.

Again, his actions spoke for him, breaking into a rough kiss, moving back to the couch quickly, Santana picking me up and laying me on my back.

Once he joined me, there was no more waiting, spreading my legs wide by the thighs, his crown lined up perfectly, slowly splitting me wide.

Even though we were taking things at a quick pace, it was good for him to go slow at first. Just feeling his crown pop in was enough to make me suck in a deep breath, gasping hard when I felt him inch in a little further.

After a little more, all of the moisture hit, and a sigh of satisfaction quickly turned into a loud moan, his hips beginning to roll more, only feeding me a little bit.

“Think you can handle the rest?” Santana teased and there was a smile on my face, my hands finding his wrists, sliding up his tense forearms, pulling his upper body to me.

I kept it sweet and simple, kissing him hard, biting his lower lip a little while whispering, “Give it to me.”

He sure knew how to listen to commands, making me moan even louder than before when he rolled his hips swiftly and smoothly, giving me a lot more, hitting my sweet spot already.

“Holy fuc-,” I whined, looking down to see for myself, but he hit me with another swift thrust, a little hard than the last, making it all feel even better, my head falling back when I whined, “Damn, Santana.”

“Hey,” He chuckled, huffing, “You told me to give it to you.”

“Hell yeah I did,” I moaned, biting my lip hard and whining, “It’s so damn good.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, picking up the speed as my words, moans and pleasurable noises were motivating him.

At that moment, I could only nod my head, whining hard because I felt his crown go past my sweet spot, the feeling making my walls clamp up really tight.

Santana could definitely feel it too, groaning at the feeling, more rumbling in his chest, the friction becoming a lot for both of our bodies, making him move faster.

The feeling made my body burn like I had been out sunbathing, the impact traveling straight into my stomach and I couldn’t help but moan salaciously, ready to scream because it was so overwhelming but so good, the orgasm building up in feeling like it was going to explode.

With another fast, hard stroke, the impact hit my clit, the tingling, jolting sensation so strong that my back arched sharply, body shaking. I wasn’t the only one impacted by it.

Santana’s upper body fell, enough strength in his arms to keep himself propped up and hovered above me.

“Oh my god,” I whined out, near tears, my heart pumping faster and harder, “I’m so close.”

“Just let loose,” Santana encouraged his forehead against mine, “I can feel it. All of it, you’re so tight around me.”

I felt hollow every time he pulled back, but that fullness came back so quickly, my body unable to comprehend the quick change, all of the pleasure becoming hard for my body to handle, hanging on by just a thread, desperate to get off.

“Just a little faster, Santana,” I whined, “I’m almost there, I swear.”

A little faster must have meant a lot faster to him, exceeding my expectations. He sat back up, gripping onto my thighs with raw force, moving so fast, my breasts were bouncing all over the place, my back arching hard and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, eyes rolling back because finally, that thread snapped.

With a desperate gasp for air, all I could do was cry out his name, babbling senselessly, my walls pulsating hard, then pushing, just this big wave of moisture and gush that slicked us both.

Again, the feeling was overwhelming for him too, panting hard when his upper body came to mine. We exchange some kisses, sweet nothings, my arms wrapping around him tightly, still getting some moans out of me while his hips rolled slowly, giving me a few more strokes.

“I can’t even explain how fucking amazing that was,” Santana mumbled under his breath, making me chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure my heart stopped at one point,” I chuckled, joking with him, “After this, tell Ortiz I said that he’s not getting his partner back.”

We both shared a good laugh, Santana giving me a small kiss, when he said playfully, “He won’t be happy, but he’ll just have to accept it.”

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