#fourth gif pout :( <3

[bellewintersroe]

hiii, could you write a danny ric fic, where the girl rides his tattooed thigh, as long as you're comfortable w that ofc. thank uu

omg yes 😏 thank you for your request <;3 Daniel Ricciardo x Reader ~ Thigh Riding 18+.

warnings: smut, thigh riding, dirty talk, orgasms, choking, mentions of some light slapping.

My eyes dropped again onto the inked part of Daniel’s bare thighs. They looked so deliciously tanned, he looked fucking beautiful. We were training in a gym with three others present nearer to the back of the room, Daniel was supposed to be leading my workout by my mind was elsewhere.

“You listening, sweetheart?” My gaze snapped back up to his face, nodding innocently. “You look… distracted.” He knelt up, again, I felt my eyes fall back down to his muscular legs. “I am distracted.” I chuckled, laying back down to get in the right position to continue with my hip thrusts. “By what?” Daniel teased, shifting over to adjust my posture.

“Keep this part flat down.” He pressed just above my pubic bone, resulting in my stomach tightening from where he’d touched me. “By you.”

“Hm?” Daniel’s hand rested there. “Distracted by you…” I fell flat, giving up before I’d even started. “Why?” He questioned, but the glint in his eyes just proved he knew exactly why.

“Cos you’re so annoying.” I joked, nudging him in the abs. “You gonna keep working out, or??” His hand smoothed up to the bare part of skin between the hem of my shorts and my sports bra.

“Mmmh.” I moaned, knowing we’d been going at this for too long now. All I could think about was Daniel taking me right here, right now. If only we could kick everybody else out, it was our home gym after all. “That’s alright, babe, we can come back to it on Tuesday. You did good today.” When his hand slipped off I was left cold, longing for his touch again.

“Mmmh.” I pouted, rolling onto my front and watching him to begin tidying up. I perked my bum out slightly, Daniel glancing over with a smirk. “Get up, babe.” He nudged me with his foot, not seeming to have the time for my antics. Or so I thought…

As we headed out of the gym and towards the outdoor seating area, Daniel pulled me into him swiftly. Arm wrapped over the back of my neck as he kissed me deeply. “Daniel.” I giggled against his lips. “You were teasing me all afternoon.” He muttered, dropping all his thighs down onto the lounger behind him.

“Not on purpose.” I lied. “Not on purpose?” He mimicked, sinking down onto the chair. His hands rested on either side of my hips and he looked up to me, legs spread and just waiting for me to the mount them. “I was just having fun.” I smirked, holding eye contact. “Time for my fun.” He cheeked, talking my hands and pulling me to mount him.

When I went to put my other knee aside of him, he pushed it back between his legs so I was sat on his one, tatted thigh. I glanced down with a swallow, feeling him move up and kiss my exposed, flushed cheek. Daniel’s hair tickled under my chin, hands firming against my ass as I shifted a little on the muscle of his thigh. His shorts had ridden up, exposing his bare skin and tan lines he had going on beneath them.

He bounced his thigh slightly, catching my hum against his lips with an internal sigh of his own. “Daniel, what’re you-” my voice was cut short with a giggle.

“You know what to do.” His voice was hushed, tilting his chin up to me. My bottom lip fell slightly agape as he bounced his thigh again, indicating exactly what he wanted. It was exactly what I wanted as well.

A smile covered my lips as I pressed a few more kisses against his mouth, allowing him to move my hips with the press of his hands, pulling me back and fourth. I swallowed a moan, whining against his lips as my pussy caught over over the swell of his thigh. “You can do it harder than that.” Daniel whispered as I immediately followed lead, desperate to burn away at the need for friction felt in my pussy. Usually I was fully undressed, but somehow it felt even hotter that I was riding his thigh with my shorts on.

The fabric of them and my underwear was thin, still causing a barrier that somehow made me want to work even harder against his thigh. I rolled my hips, slowly at first, rubbing my pussy against his thigh, Daniel’s teeth were clenched together, etching out his jawline perfectly.

“C’mon baby, harder.” He glanced me up and down, using a hand to tug down on my sports bra, exposing my tits, to kiss and lick. The warm feeling of his tongue and mouth sent my head up to the clouds and I stabilised myself on the floor below, pushing myself harder down on his thigh with a moan I couldn’t avoid.

This was so hot, he was so hot, soon I was gyrated desperately over his leg, my wetness was probably seeping through the material of my shorts, making it slick and easier to fuck myself against Daniel’s thigh. “Oh, Daniel.” I pathetically gasped, his hand smoothing up to grip at my neck.

“Good girl, riding my thigh like that…” he pulled our foreheads together, free hand coming to stroke over my cheek. “You fuckin’ love it, don’t you?” The low tone mixed with the Australian accent did things to me and I sped up my movement, snatching hold of the waistband of his shorts in desperation.

“Yeah.” I pouted, my airflow slightly constricted at the feeling of his fist squeezing against my neck. Fuck, he was so hot, he bounced his thigh slightly causing a moan which was stuck in my throat to escape a little too loud. His hand on my cheek popped a small spank across my cheek causing my teeth to grit together in arousal.

“Shh, baby.” He reminded, I broke off his speech with a firm kiss to the lips. “Daniel…” I whined. “Daniel, fuck Daniel.” I choked out, repeating his name like it was the only thing I could muster. My pussy felt hot and pleasured, a little sore from the friction but it was crying out for more, more, more.

“You’re so fucking sexy, babe, oh my god. Look so fucking good ridin’ me like this.” He borderline groaned, shifting his hand to palm at the very prominent erection forming in his shorts. His cock poked at the material, length becoming obvious as the material became tight. The view was enough to set me off, nails digging into his flesh as my hand flattened over his cock, his much larger one coming to to navigate my own to please him.

With his guidance I began rubbing at his cock, my skin starting to prick with sweat as I sat up straighter, chasing the orgasm I knew was inevitable.

“Fuck, I wanna cum for you.”

“Cum all over my thigh, baby, fuck- you’ll make me cum in my pants, y/n.” His words spurred my on further, muscles clenching and legs beginning to shake as I felt the beginning of my orgasm building in my stomach. I bit back my moans, my head feeling fuzzy and overwhelmed as the intensity which surrounded us only drove me further. My hand tightened around his clothed cock, rubbing harder, faster. When Daniel began grunting and panting I knew it was all over for me and the coil in my belly snapped, sending me into oblivion as one of the strongest orgasms hit me.

His palm covered my mouth, muffling my moans as my eyes rolled back, pussy throbbing as my orgasm rippled through me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I choked out, voice hitching as my body shuddered, milking my way through his orgasm. My hand squeezed once more on the tip of his cock and he attempted to sit up in an attempt to move away, “fuck- wait-” but it was too late. Daniels jaw fell slack and he began breathing heavily, chest rising and falling as I felt a wetness begin to spread under my hand. Slumping on his chest, I came down completely, stroking his sensitive cock slowly as he shuddered and jerked at the sensation.

“Fuck, you made me cum in my pants.” He breathlessly spoke, glancing down to where his cum was beginning to leak out. “Fuck.” I moaned in amusement. Making Daniel cum in his pants was one of my most favourite things.

We met half way for a longing kiss, tongues moving slowly against each others seductively. “I need a shower..” he muttered.

“Why? I can just clean you up…”

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[anantaru]

hello yoru! do you have some genshin women thrists you can share with us pls <3

including. arlecchino, ei

cw. [ex]plicit, arlecchino is a lil scary but that's how we love her, fem! reader

— ꒰ ARLECCHINO ꒱

arlecchino looks at you through mystical eyes— their origin in every way unknown.

she looms over you, the force of her governing aura directly refuting her head that was craning back to slip a soft, almost loving kiss along your tensed jaw.

you'd like to think you're doing a pretty good job in her eyes, and perhaps you do, but she'll never reveal it. arlecchino liked to keep you on edge, you know, make you wonder if she's actually still fond of you, or wouldn't mind getting rid of you.

with that, she clicks her tongue as she notices how you're trailing into your thoughts and worries, her fingers constantly working leisurely on your clit— pinching the nerves while teasing the responsive flesh with her sharp nails, ghosting the keen, stinging nails over the prickling skin.

arlecchino looks at you, unable to hide a cutting smirk— if you're being honest with yourself, it was bordering on a belittling perception, honed in her elite position as a harbinger. she likes to grin at how your hips squirm against her fingers as she watches your legs twitch underneath her body.

despite the severity of the situation, or the danger you might come across due to coming into contact with a dangerous individual such as arlecchino— the woman was utterly stunning, you cannot deny that fact, she was unbeatable in her level of beauty.

her pale skin was bound with perfection, not one blemish to for you to see, and the air surging through your bodies was dense of her perfume and its expensive taste.

the fourth was dangerous, this much was clear— and she loved you, believe it or not, she adored spending time with you and playing with your body as she pleases. if it's genuine love or rather a fondness you feel towards a pet, a toy or a hobby, such was unclear.

yet there she was now, eyeing you like a predator, recklessly stimulating your clit while at the same time, making sure you won't ever forget that your place, the only position for you to inhabit, was beneath her.

— ꒰ RAIDEN EI ꒱

ei was pretty with her knees pressed into her chest, and her plump pussy throbbing thick beneath your touch, flushed and inflamed as you lick across her folds.

softly beneath each rough exhale, you make sure to catch a glimpse of her— what better was there to take notice of how she's reacting to your slick tongue locating the pleasure spots on her core?

although at the first beat of encountering her gaze, ei suddenly grabs at your shoulders with a strength you simply cannot compare with, afterwards pulling you up so you could rest your forehead against her own.

your chest was tightly pressed into her and squeezing her tits— it made you go insane, you wanted to touch them almost as much as you wanted to touch yourself to the picture of it, simply seeing her divine body was enough to inflict a throb on your pussy, especially when your body was making them spill to the sides.

"i want you... to feel good too," she insists, "is that alright?" ei pouts before placing one hand on your ass to squeeze the flesh while at the same time, lewdly grinding her cunt on your body. you nod before kissing her bottom lip, excitement seeping in your bones as your pussy flutters around nothing.

as evident, her face was all a mess with drool lodging on her mouth, her curves decorated with perspiration as she slides her fingers from your ass to your stomach, playfully pinching your flesh before ultimately settling on your warm cunt that was immediately welcoming her touch.

you were a little clumsy with the new position and felt a bit awkward with your chin being practically full of her slick. although ei did not mind, in fact, she was planning to clean you up with her tongue after she was done making you cum at least twice.

your legs shake like leaves in a hurricane as she slowly pumps one finger in you, just one, pushing up and down, up and down— testing the waters with your body and if it feels good the way she does it.

ei was watching you through a content expression, she loves you so much, although she was obsessed at how nicely your lips part when she touches you like this.

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[josibunn]

you guys won’t BELIEVE who won the poll! jk I knew you guys would pick euro :3 I love writing for him!

nsfw R!Euronymous hcs!!

tl: @vanlisbon @cc-luvrr @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @u1traer0tic @auggiethecreator

euronymous who didn’t know how to give head until he met you. like, at all. he didn’t even lie to you, he just told you straight up. and being the hood gf you are, you taught him :3. he was being so good for you, so eager to please, resting his head on your thigh with his hair pinned up, looking at you. you nod and watch him hover over your cunt, soft breath tickling you and making you clench around nothing. you’d already told him what felt good to you, but you just wanted to see if he’d listen. he was so excited hearing you moan under him, your back arching and thighs squeezing his head, which he quickly pulled back apart as he dug you out. and he got cocky FAST, giving you orgasm after orgasm until you were LITERALLYYYYY pulling him off, begging him to stop.

euronymous who always handles you after a gig, even though he’s so sleepy and worn out :(. he bear hugging you while your arms are wrapping around his shoulders, back arching off the bed and legs in the air. he’s plowing into you, hugging you making up stiff other than your lower half jerking violently, moaning out in his ear and for everyone in your tiny apartment building to hear. you were babbling, as he speaks in that sleepy, sore voice he always has after a show. you feel your third—no, fourth orgasm of the night since he’s came home. “they fuckin’ loved me, did you hear baby?” he breaths, knowing you can barely respond, he felt you clench, knowing you were close with him.

euronymous who just knows your body better than you do, he forbids you from masturbating and even throws out your toys because he knows you don’t need them, telling you “i’m everything you need.” he comes home catching you fingering yourself, sprawled out on the bed and your head thrown back, desperately trying to create the feeling he gave you many times before, but he was right, he did know your body best :(. he creeps into the room when he hears you from downstairs, whining and moaning. you expect him to be gone much longer but he left early to check up on you, and he’s glad he did. “baby,” he cooes and startles you, making you close your legs. “I was only gone for two hours, what happened?” he faux pouts, sitting next to you and rubbing your thighs. before you can even speak he’s tucking his hair behind his ears and digging you out with his tongue. you’re grateful, but you don’t know he’s gonna snatch orgasm and orgasm from you because you decided to disobey him :’(

euronymous who will fuck you anywhere. in the office, the den, the front counter, the van, backstage, anywhere. hell do it with people over. hell, he’s fucked you over a three four story hotel room balcony once, just because he can, and he knows how scared you get. you gasp, feeling his hand grab the back of your neck and push you further over the ledge, the cold breeze of the night hitting your face. you moan out when he starts pounding into you harder, pushing you further and you grab onto the ledge, fear shooting through you. “euronymous. —gasp—euronymous no! stop!” you moan, shutting your eyes and clenching down on him out of fear, and he groans. he loves it, he loves it so much. “cmon baby,” he lets out a throaty chuckle, “views so pretty, such a big city ain’t it?” he’s smirking, you can tell. you push back onto him to try and go back on the balcony, but it only sends you over the edge, your body falling weak against the railing. “cmon sugar, tighten up. let everyone know how fucking good I make you feel.”

euronymous who’s so loud when doing anything remotely sexual. whether it’s praise, degrading, moaning and groaning, he’s just so loud. and whenever you’re somehwere you’re not supposed to you two have to hold each others mouth shut bc best believe you’re the exact same. you’re at his parents. he’s supposed to be letting your mom show you his old band days, but you’re against his bathroom wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you, rasping in your ear as you try n suppress your moans against his hand. can you blame him? you just look so so cute in your modest little sundress with teeny tiny flowers on it. his mom adored it, and øystein couldn’t take his eyes off of it. “fucking fuck baby, oh my god,” his eyes rolls back as he watched his cock disappear into you, he’s babbling, so worked up from just the sight of you. “don’t even know why you thought i’d keep ca—” you slap a hand over his mouth, hearing footsteps, moreso the clacking of heels. his eyes are locked on yours as he steadies his thrusts, trying to keep quiet.

that being said, euronymous with a praise kink. sometimes it’s not even sexual, it could be a “aww thank you baby!! you’re so good to me,” when he gets something you’ve been eyeing, but it’s usually when he’s deep inside you, knocking the fucking wind out of you and making you babble like a bitch in heat. you just do something to him, he can’t help it :(. “oh m’fucking god baby, hah, ahh baby,” you moan out, feeling him press against your tummy as you near your umpteenth orgasm of the night, eyes rolling back and mouth hung open, body limp and unable to hold him off even comprehend what he was doing anymore. “øystein, oh fuck it-it’s so good, so much I can’t take it,” you whine, back arching as you felt your legs shake. he’s quiet the whole time, taking in the mess he was making out of you. it drove him insane, each “baby i’m-i’m gonna cum!” just made him hornier for you, you had a love hate relationship with it.

euronymous who will fix that attitude you have anywhere, whether it be at a gig, alone, or out with people. and you’re just so nasty that of course it turns you on, making you all stupid and fuzzy. “hey, cmere.” he snaps his finger, he wasn’t asking anymore. you’d been so bratty at his big listening party, sassing him, rolling your eyes, pushing him away, it was embarrassing him in front of his circle, and he was fed up. you roll your eyes again and this time he grabs your cheeks harshly, making you whimper as he brought you behind the counter. “the fucks the matter with you, hm? been a bitch to me all night.” he asks but you just stare at him with that pout, arms crossed. he grabs your throat and slaps you across the face and thankfully, the music was loud enough for anyone to not hear. you gasp and hold onto his wrist, shutting your eyes for the next blow. “I asked you a question, what you don’t wanna listen to me? you don’t like me anymore?” you shake your head, “speak up, cmon.” “i do..” “then why’re your bein’ mean t’me, hm? where’s my good girl? it’s a big night for me.” hes talking to u in that voice that he knows makes you all crumbly and stupid, your head foggy and eyes glossy. he rubs your cheek before slapping you again, “i’m not gonna do it with you tonight. get it together, ok?” “y-yes..” “yes who, don’t play dumb with me. who’re you talkin’ to?” “yes daddy,” you say nervously, looking around to see if anyone was watching since he still had you by the neck. you rub your thighs together as he kisses your cheek, “good, there she is, cmon.”

I got a little carried away sorry😭 n sorry this was so late omg!! I have nails on and it’s so hard to type with them. I hope you enjoyed!! mwah mwah mwah

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[captain-hen]

BUCK & EDDIE IN EVERY EPISODE ↳ 6.13: mixed feelings (1/3)

[Image Description: 10 gifs of Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz and Christopher Diaz from 9-1-1 season 6, episode 13. The scene is taking place at daytime at the dining table in Buck's loft. Gif 1: Two gifs on a large canvas. First, a shot of Buck coming to sit down with a bowl of popcorn in his hand, squinting as he answers Chris' question about what's the square root of 162, "Well, it's not a perfect square. So that would be 12.727, I think." The shot shifts to Eddie, who looks over at Chris sitting next to him as he checks it on the calculator. Second, Chris says excitedly, "That's right. This is awesome, Dad. Buck knows everything." Eddie pouts slightly, scrunching up his face as he replies, "Yeah, yeah." Gif 2: Two gifs on a large canvas. First, a wide shot of the three of them together as Buck sits down, saying, "Not everything. I—I think it's just the math stuff. Second, Buck, takes a sip of his beer as he says, "Today, on the way to work, I was able to calculate exactly how many gallons of gas I needed to get myself to the firehouse." As he speaks, the shot cuts to Eddie and Chris. Gif 3: 4 smaller gifs on a large canvas. First, while focused on his phone, Eddie asks Buck absently, "Why not just fill it up?" Off screen, Buck replies, "Because figuring it out was more fun." Second, Buck reaches out to garb some popcorn, smiling as he says, "Turns out, I love math." Third, Eddie reads from his phone, "Well, according to this, people can get new cognitive abilites—" Fourth, it cuts to Buck and then back to Eddie as he continues to read, "—After a serious injury to the central nervous system." Gif 4: Two gifs on a large canvas. First, Buck nods seriously, saying, "Ooh, which I—I definitely had. The shot shifts to Eddie, raising his eyebrows at his phone as he says, "Mm. But some doctors are saying it's not a real thing." Second, Buck looks indignant as he says, "Uh, you—you think I've secretly known the square root of 162 all these years and just been holding out?" The shot cuts to Eddie, looking up at him as he speaks. Gif 5: Two gifs on a large canvas. First, earnestly, Buck says, "No, come on. It—It has to be lightning. The shot shifts to Eddie who points at him and says, "Fair point." Second, as Eddie speaks, off screen, saying, "This guy literally got the power of electricity after being struck. Said the lights would turn on and off every time he walked into a room." Buck flexes his hands and squints down at them as if trying to exert a superpower. Gif 6: A shot of Buck looking at Eddie, grinning, as he says, "I wish I got something like that. You know, ESP, or...maybe the ability to see into the future or read people's minds." The shot cuts to Eddie, skeptical as Buck speaks, and then back to Buck again. Gif 7: 4 smaller gifs on a large canvas. First, Buck raises his eyebrows as Eddie says, "Those sound like terrible powers to have." It cuts to Chris, who says, "Maybe this is just the first phase." Second, Chris has just said, "Maybe you'll get more powers the stronger you get." Buck points at Chris enthusiastically, saying, "Yes, like an actual superhero." Third, Eddie tilts his head, saying, "You did get struck by lightning." Fourth, Chris adds, "Classic origin story," And Eddie nods, waving his hand in a told-you-so motion. Gif 8: After Eddie asks Buck what he's gonna do with his new-found superpowers, Buck says, "Ooh," looking intrigued. The shot cuts to Eddie and Chris, Eddie looking amused as Chris says with a mischievous grin, "He could give me the answers to my math homework." Gif 9: Eddie lightly chastises Chris, grabbing a page from his hand, saying, "Uh-uh. Uh-uh-uh-uh. You're never gonna learn if he gives you the answers. In the background of the shot, Buck smiles and laughs fondly at them, ducking his head. Gif 10: Smiling brightly and joyfully at Eddie and Chris, Buck tilts his head, reaching across the table as he says, "I'm the guy with the answers. I kind of like it." /End ID]

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[beanmachine69]

Walk or Talk | Lewis Hamilton

Warnings: Smut!! pure smut!! MINORS DNI!!! Mentions of overstimulation, unprotected sex, and a breeding kink, pls wrap it before u tap it <3

this fucking gif has me in a CHOKEHOLDDD

"Good girl," Lewis cooed, "Just like that. You're such a good girl."

You were shaking under him, hands barely clutching the sheets, hair matted with sweat against the pillow. You had just come down from your fourth high, and at this point, you could have sworn you could hear colours. You opened your mouth to get words out, but all that you could moan out was his name, your body not allowing anything else to escape as it was far too enveloped in pleasure.

"What's the matter?" Lewis asked, lifting your chin up so you could face him better.

This was one of his favourite looks on you; your body shaking under his, your eyes glazed over with a glossy look from how fucked out you were, your pretty lips all plump and pouty, your hair all sweaty. God, he would look at you like this all day if he could. It was a marvelous sight, compelling almost, the way you'd rake through every orgasm, welcoming every sensation he was bringing to you. It made him want to bury his face in between your legs and not get out till you squirted all over him. The way you sighed after every orgasm, your throat needing a break from the borderline screams and moans. He was sure you wouldn't be able to walk or talk after this.

"N-nothing." You replied, looking up at him, far too overcome with pleasure.

He quirked his brow up at you, he knew you were holding something back. He could read you like a book, and considering you were too dazed out to hold up any social pretense, it was all the easier to read you.

"I n-need you." You whispered, your throat barely able to support your words after it had been spent screaming his name.

"Hm?" He questioned, leaning down to kiss your jawline. His kisses were soft against your sweaty skin, his facial hair gently brushing against you. You could feel your legs move together as you recalled how that same facial hair felt, scratching against your inner thighs.

"I n-need you inside me, Lewis p-please." You begged, your lips forming a pleading pout without you realising.

"Oh baby," He whispered against your neck, teeth gently pulling at the skin. "You want me to fuck you, hm? You want my cock buried inside you, don't you?"

You nodded frantically. Despite how many times you had came, nothing could beat the feeling of Lewis stretching you out. It didn't matter how many times you two had done it, you always needed a few moments to adjust; and he loved that, he loved watching your eyes widen as he slowly pushed himself inside, inch by inch, letting you feel every little bit of it as it filled you up.

"Beg for it." He demanded, face still occupied in making little marks on your neck.

"Fuck, Lewis please fuck me." You pleaded almost immediately. "Please fill me up and fuck me senseless Lew, please."

You felt his lips move into a smirk on your neck, you felt how his lip tugged upwards, a little away from the area he was tormenting.

"You sound so good when you beg."

When he pulled his face away from yours, you froze for a minute. He looked almost perfect, with his braids tied back, exposing the little dampness on his forehead. His lips were wet from kissing your sweaty neck, and his eyes- god, his eyes- they were looking straight into yours with lids heavy with lust. He was looking at you like he was going to devour you, the look alone making you wetter than you were, practically dripping your arousal onto the sheets.

His eyes had distracted you well enough to not feel his hips move slightly, he was lining himself up with your entrance, and it was only when you felt his tip on your throbbing, swollen, clit did you register anything. Your eyes broke contact as they screwed shut, he was sliding his dick up and down your wet slit, applying just a little extra pressure when his stroke would get to your clit. After how many times you had come, you were practically on edge just by that action alone. Except his movements stopped, earning a whine from you, only for your whine to be morphed into a gasp as he slid himself inside you with ease. At first you slowly felt his tip, slide it's way into you, followed by every single, excruciating, inch of his shaft.

You could feel everything with how sensitive you were, you could feel his throbbing member inside your wet, hot walls. He wasn't moving, giving you time to adjust- except you were so desperate, you began moving almost immediately, thrusting your hips upward.

"Oh my good girl is needy huh? She wants to come on my dick, doesn't she?" He whispered, head down, looking at where you two were meeting. He loved the sight of that, he loved watching his dick stretch you out, loved how he could see your walls wrap around him, he loved pulling out a little and watching your wetness coat his dick.

He held your hips down, digging his fingers into your soft flesh. You whimpered at the force, already being so worn out from before. He began slowly thrusting into you, his pace being a direct contrast to the force he was using, with each thrust being so hard you were practically bouncing on his dick- and what a sight that was for Sir Lewis Hamilton; the way your tits jiggled as you bounced on his dick, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure, your mouth letting out the most lewd sounds possible. He loved the noises that came from you, from your mouth, from your wet, aching cunt.

"You feel so good." He whispered.

The pace was excruciating, every stroke and every aggressive thrust was pushing you closer to the edge. Lewis grabbed onto your legs, one of his hands placing itself under your knee as he propped it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper inside you. You wrapped your other leg around him, as your hands found their way to his bare, muscular back- nails scratching down his inked skin.

"L-Lewis, I-" You could barely get the words out as his thrust interrupted you. You were so close to the edge, and judging the look on his face and the slight increase in speed, you were assuming he was close too.

"Come on baby, beg for it. Beg for me to come inside you, beg for me to breed my good girl." He whispered, his voice so raspy it was barely recognisable.

You could feel your toes curl up, knowing that you wanted to cum with him, you began begging as loud as you could, "F-fuck Lewis, please come in me, p-please f-fill me up, please sir."

You knew saying that last word would push him over the edge, you knew how good he felt when you called him that. He groaned as he heard it, knowing he wasn't going to last any longer. He grabbed your face, pulling you into a kiss as you two came, his moans filling your mouth that was left agape, his sticky load filling you in hot spurts as your walls spasmed around him, milking him.

"Fuck." He whispered, pulling his mouth away.

You sighed, exhausted, still coming down from your fifth high. You two hadn't seen each other in a while, and you had assumed he was pent up, but feeling his dick still pump spurts of cum inside you gave you a pretty clear understanding of how you'd underestimated him.

"Fucking hell, I missed you." He let out, chest still heaving, forehead damper than it was earlier.

"I missed you too." You whispered, smiling as you pulled his face in for a kiss.

Your thighs were aching from having been split open for so long, and your throat felt painfully dry. You could feel your body tremble, registering the fifth orgasm. Your mind was blank, with no thoughts apart from the bliss you felt.

"Babe, we need to clean you up." Lewis chuckled, looking down at the mess he'd made of you. He could feel his cum begin to slip out of you as he tried pulling out.

You hummed a response, knowing that you didn't want him to move, your leg slid off his shoulder, joining the other in wrapping around him, pushing him deeper inside you. You didn't want him to pull out just yet, you missed having him inside you, and knowing him, you knew how much he liked sleeping inside you.

He smiled at your actions, knowing where you were going with this, understanding that you were too full and fucked out to want to care about cleaning up, and so he leaned down to kiss your forehead, swiping some loose strands away before doing so. He readjusted himself, not needing much strength as he lied down next to you, turning you to face him.

"I love you my darling." He mumbled, sleepy already.

"I love you too Lew." You replied, face nuzzling itself into his sculpted, inked chest.

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A/N: I can't believe I haven't written about Lewis before, good LORD the chokehold this man has me in is crazy. Sorry for the porn without plot haha

As usual, send in requests or criticism, both would be appreciated!

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[tinythebunni]

Perv! Ghostface! Ethan Landry x Naive Reader

“Oh Ya dumb lil thing…”

WARNING: dub con and blood play

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Around noon, you arranged for Ethan, your absolute best friend, to meet your boyfriend Jesse at Ethan’s house. You and Jesse had been dating for about a month and you’d never been happier!

Atleast, that’s what you told most people. Sometimes Jesse would get really mad and hit you, really hard. You thought it was because you had done something wrong, so you just didn’t say anything.

But Ethan, the ever perceptive person, caught on to it when you flinched when Jesse wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

Wordlessly, he walked up to him and punched him on the jaw. Jesse fell to the ground, hard.

You just stood there, frozen in shock. Lips parted into a gasp as you watched your boyfriend groan in pain.

Snapping out of it, you yelled at Ethan.

“Why would you do that! He didn’t even do anything this time!”

“This is what best friends do baby, they protect each other” he spoke while slowly pulling out a knife.

He moved so fast, you didn’t even see the glimmer of metal in the light. All you heard was Jesse’s first scream. And then a second, and a third, a fourth, a fifth, and so on.

You could hear the knife stabbing him, like a wet scratching sound. You were frozen with fear. Ethan didn’t stop until he was satisfied with the amount of stab wounds Jesse had.

Jesse was long dead after the 4th stab. Ethan laid his dead body against a wall and turned to you with a look in his eyes that scared you.

He looked rabid, like he was going to pounce on you. You were scared you were next.

And you were. He grabbed you and with all of your strength you tried to get away but he was too strong.

“Stop fucking touching me! Let me go!”

He didn’t listen to you, he just lowly whistled as he carried you over to his couch. He dropped you and watched as you crawled as far as possible on the couch and tried to make yourself as small as possible.

He didn’t say anything for a while. He just watched you sit there and think. Eventually, you started crying, which confused Ethan.

Weren’t you happy now that you were safe? He tilted his head, watching you like a confused puppy.

“Why you crying baby?”

“You killed my fucking boyfriend” you screamed as he tried to get closer to you. There was only so much room on this couch. You had to make a run for it.

When Ethan reached to touch you, you kicked him in the gut and ran for the door.

You didn’t make it 3 steps before he had you pulled on his lap. Your back was to his stomach and you were staring directly at your ex boyfriends dead eyes.

You started to sob uncontrollably. You were so so scared. In the midst of your crying, you could feel something poking you. Something hard and long. Was he gonna kill you now?!

“Please please don’t kill me! I thought we were best friends Ethan! I never did anything wrong to you and I just-“

He didn’t let you finish his sentence, he kissed you. It was hard and rushed. You tried to push away from him but he didn’t let you. Dropping his knife, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed you closer to him.

You beat your fists against his chest as you tried and tried to get away from him. But it was no use, he was stronger than you. You went slack, letting him finish kissing you. There was nothing you could do anyways.

Ethan smirked into the kiss when he felt you give up. Slowly pushing you to sit on his lap, he licked your lip, asking for permission.

You didn’t realize it but you parted your lips immediately for him. Your body knew what you wanted, your head just couldn’t catch up.

You could feel his tongue exploring your mouth. Every crevice, every bump, everywhere. He had complete control of you

He slowly pulled away from the kiss for air. Your eyes were closed still, and your lips parted and gleaming with saliva.

You tried to lean back in for more, but Ethan leaned away from you, teasing you.

You opened your eyes with a pout and a whine. You wanted him to kiss you again. At this point, you had forgotten about your boyfriend in the haze of the kiss.

“Come on baby, ya gotta tell me what you want.” He smiled at you, flipping the knife over in his hand. He could feel a wet spot forming on his crotch from you.

Fuck, he was so hard. He needed to be in you right now. “I want more! I wanna kiss again.”

God you were adorable. Your lips forming words with a slight out as your eyes formed slight tears. You were still scared, eyeing his knife every so often.

He pulled you back in, and this time you kissed him back with just as much passion and roughness. You were inexperienced, he could tell. Your lips moved like you had no idea what to do.

Ethan slowly made his way down to your neck, leaving kisses in his wake. His lips parted and sucked on the brown skin in between your neck and shoulder.

He licked and sucked as you fidgeted in his lap. It felt so good! He was making you feel so good. You knew this was wrong, for gods sake, he just killed your boyfriend!

You didn’t really want him anyways, you’d always liked Ethan. Ever since that first sleepover you guys had.

“Ethan, please!” You whined as you started grinding on his lap.

“Poor baby, is this not enough?” He said with a mocking pout. He wanted you to work for it. He knew what you wanted, you just had to say it.

“I want more! Please please give me more, I wanna feel good, please please please make me feel good!” You we’re babbling like you weren’t even thinking about your words.

Ethan moved to lay you down on the couch as he picked his knife up once more. He lifted it up to your lips as he eyed you.

“Lick it.”

You didn’t know why, but you did. It tasted metallically and nasty. You licked the blood clean off the knife, just like he wanted.

Once you were done, he slowly trailed the blade down to your neckline of the shirt you had on. It was a cute little pink shirt with a white bow in the middle.

Wordlessly, he looked you in the eyes and cut clean through the fabric of your top. He then trailed it down to your shorts and cut through those too. Now you were just clad in your underwear and bra, all for him.

He trailed his knife down to your thigh, as he thought about what to do next.

And then he got an idea. You could feel the first time the knife peirced your flesh, not deep, only a small cut. He was cutting you, writing something.

You cried out in pain, this hurt so much! You started crying again. You hated how this felt but you loved how Ethan was looking at you right now.

“Such a fucking crybaby, can’t take what I’m giving you without a little bit of pleasure.” You DDINT get a chance to answer as he licked your clit through your underwear.

You whines in pleasure as your back arched up off the couch, lips parted in an “O”. He licked up and circled your clit with his tongue and you could feel the wet fabric rubbing your lips.

You didn’t even realize he had finished cutting you until you looked down at him. He had his knife on your thigh, tip covered in your blood.

His head was in between your thighs, circling your clit through your underwear and thumb teasing your hole, like he was gonna push it in.

But what really caught your attention was the bloody words on your thigh. ‘Ethan’s Bitch’

You could feel yourself getting even wetter as you moaned at the thought of walking around with these words on your thigh.

You were knocked out of your thoughts when ethan pulled his head away. You were about to whine but ethan was already pulling your underwear down and wrapping his lips around your cunt.

You gasped and your head tilted back as you whines and moaned. His lips wrapped around your clit, his left thumb rubbing your lips. He slowly pushed his finger inside you, fingering you slowly as he made you feel good with his tongue.

He looked up at you as your moans got louder and more high pitched. Your head was leaning over the arm of the couch, eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure. Your eyebrows scrunched up like you were confused. Back arching up into the air and hands grasping at the couch for something to ground you.

Fuck, you were a dream! Ethan grabbed the knife and pulled away from your clit. You looked down to see him lick the blood off the tip and slowly make its way towards your clit.

He flipped the knife around so that the handle was facing you. You and him made eye contact as he pushed the handle inside.

Your lips parted as no sound released and your eyes closed again.

But Ethan wasn’t having that. “Look me in the eyes when I fuck you, baby. I wanna see how good I’m making you feel.”

You opened your eyes and looked into his. He looked at you with the most love in his eyes, like you were his idea of heaven.

He thrust it into you as you moaned and your chest rose and feel with each hitching breath. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak.

Ethan could tell you were about to cum, so he leaned down once more and started to kitten lick your clit.

You didn’t last long after that. You came with a scream and a moan of his name. You spasmed under his touch, like you were being electrocuted.

He licked and fucked you through your high and watched as you went limp. Your thighs gleaming with salvia and blood, your cunt leaking your cum.

You looked up at him after a while and leaned up to his face. You were a little uncertain but you leaned in for a kiss. He kisses you back, of course.

You parted your lips and his tongue slipped him. There was no fight for dominance, you were under his complete control. You were submitting yourself to him. The thought made his cock ache.

He could feel it throbbing in his jeans. Like a reminder of his leaking tip and need to cum.

He pulled away and flipped you around so your back was to his. You were face to face with your boyfriend again. You didn’t care anymore though, you just wanted Ethan to make you feel good.

You could hear him unbuckling his pants and you reached behind you to help him pull his jeans down. You could feel his cock pressing into your ass as he ground up into you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and kissed him once more. He pulled his cock out his boxers and started stroking himself.

He whimpered into the kiss as he finally got some kind of relief. When you finally realized what he was doing, you wanted to help. You used the hand closest to you to wrap around his cock.

You were giving him a hand job and Ethan was gonna cum soon. Your hand felt so much better than his. It was soft, slight calluses from working, doing something.

Your hand stroked him and you angled it so that when you reached the tip, your palm would run over it and give him more pleasure. It felt right.

Ethan groaned into the kiss, hands shaking behind you. He pulled away as he used his hands to hold him up on the couch as he leaned back and panted. He was close, really fucking close.

His cheeks were pink and his pupils blown. He was no longer groaning anymore. He was whining your name, over and over again. You felt his cock spasm in your hand and you looked down to see it.

8 1/2 inches, red mushroom tip, and god he was thick. Mesmerized, you leaned down to lick the tip, and that was when Ethan came. You felt him arch his back and before you could realize it, he was pushing your head down so you’d be deepthroating him.

You couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. He started to fuck your throat as he came. Thick white cum spilling down your throat as he thrust hard and fast into your mouth. You could feel his thigh against your nose and his pelvis against your cheek.

You went limp and let him do what he wanted once more. He rode himself through his high and once he was down, he let you up for air. You gasped and tried to pull in as much air as possible.

He flipped you around again and you felt his cock against your naked back.

“My turn baby, think you can take all of me in that pretty pussy of yours?”

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[babyhatesreality]

Steve seems to be strict but loving and gentle at the same time.

How would he handle a situation where she hurts herself on accident and he told her many times before that she is not allowed to do it.

But she did it anyway (not because she was on a bratty time just curious in her little space and didn’t think of any consequences that may hurt her in anyway) 🥺

Hello Nonnie! Thank you for your fantastic ask! This one took me a minute, but I hope this works for you. Hugs to you, and big thanks <3

X Marks the Spot

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader (featuring Steve)

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, nicknames, reader is named but name scarcely used, hand swat, reader is overly dramatic (from one of my stories? What??), stern Bucky, reader gets hurt (minor), tears, stern Steve, scolding, time out, threat of spanking, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"It's so SHINY," you said in hushed wonder, reaching out again. The gigantic golden key sparkled in the late afternoon light as it sat on the coffee table. 

Steve's gentle hand intercepted yours for the fourth time in as many minutes. "I said no touching, Baby," he said gently, bouncing you a bit on his lap to try to distract you. "I need you to listen. I've already told you this four times. Don’t touch the key."

"But Papa....it's...so SHINY," you moaned, completely obsessed with the forbidden object and your inability to touch it. 

Steve shook his head, smiling. His grip stayed firm on your waist as he looked up at Bucky. "I think we're going to need to stop reading The Hobbit to her at bedtime," he joked. Bucky grinned back.

"Yeah, she's starting to sound too much like Gollum," he agreed, before ruffling your hair. “She’s one step away from drooling.” You batted Bucky’s hand away, as the movement was distracting you from staring at the light dancing off the key's golden surface.

This morning, the original six Avengers had been given Keys to the City in a huge and pompous outdoor ceremony. You'd been so well behaved, proudly sitting up straight in the uncomfortable white wooden chairs. You had been dressed in your currently favorite blue dress and held Bucky's hand all through the ceremony, Bucky himself in full uniform. Bucky, Pepper, and Jane had all been on unofficial Little duty, making sure you all sat still on the front row and been on your best behavior while you watched your caregivers receiving their accolades. You tried your hardest not to fidget even though the one guy in the ugly suit just kept talking and talking. You were rewarded for your good behavior with a peppermint candy from Daddy. When Papa appeared on the stage, you waved to him, just a little, and he winked back at you. It was the best. And then, the Key came out. 

The second you got a look at that key, everything else faded away for you. It was huge, it was so pretty, and it was calling to you to worship it with all the obsession of a Little. You reached out again, dying to touch the beautiful object. 

Instead of moving your hand this time, Steve gave it a swat instead. It wasn’t terribly hard, but it got your attention. You pouted but Papa wasn’t having it. 

“I told you five times, Baby,” Steve said sternly. “You deserved that and you know it.”

“Definitely time to move this thing out of sight,” Bucky said, picking up the key. They didn’t necessarily have a problem with you touching the key- it was the aftermath that would be the issue. Once you touched it, you were going to want to play with it, and it definitely wasn’t something to be played with. “How about our office?”

“Noooooo!!” you wailed dramatically, squirming to get out of Steve’s grasp. Their office was off limits to you unless they were in there and had said that you could come in. In your little mind, this was the same as the key being shipped to the other side of the world. You wriggled, desperate to get off Papa’s lap. He didn’t let go, which only made you try harder. Bucky sighed patiently and kneeled down to your level.

“Listen up Trouble,” he said sternly, making you stop your squirming instantly. You knew better than to challenge that tone of voice. “This key is not a toy. You are not allowed to play with it. You are not allowed to touch it. Do you understand?” he said, looking you dead in the eye. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you said miserably, deflating. He smiled at you, then leaned forward and kissed your forehead. 

“Don’t worry,” Bucky said, back to his joking self as he stood up. “I’m sure your instinct to survive will kick in shortly.” And with that, he took the beautiful key out of your line of sight. You twisted on Papa’s lap, watching it for as long as you could, sighing heavily when he walked into their office. 

“It’s okay, honey bee,” Steve said, suppressing his grin at your sighs as he cuddled you into his chest. “It will all be okay.”

“But how’s come I can’t touch it?” you said sadly. “I just want to touch it a little, Papa!”

“Because, Baby, it’s not something for little girls to touch.”

“Why?”

Steve bounced you against just a bit, before craning his head to look you full in the face. “Well, love, because it’s a treasure.”

“Like a hobbit treasure?”

“Kind of like a hobbit treasure, yes. It’s something very special and very important.”

“Yeah! Is really ‘portant cause it opens the whole city.”

“...What?”

“Daddy said is a key to the city. How does it open all the doors if it’s so big? Does the doors get bigger?”

Steve laughed and cuddled you closer again. He loved your curiosity and explanations for everything. “It’s a symbolic thing, peanut. It doesn’t actually open all the doors to the city.”

“Oh. Dat’s no fun. Can I touch it now?”

“Still no. It’s very heavy and it’s not a toy. It’s something that we treasure.”

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The next day, you had the best idea you had ever had in your entire life. This idea blew every other fantasy world you had created out of the water. You were going to be a dragon and guard Papa’s treasure. 

You wanted to make it a surprise, so when he and Bucky had both come separately to check on you while you were in your playroom, you had shrieked and thrown yourself over your little table scattered with crayons and markers to hide your secrets. You were coloring one of your paper costume masks to look like a dragon and then you were going to use your dress-up rainbow butterfly wings to complete the look. You didn’t want them getting any hints before the big reveal. 

You spent some time gathering the rest of your treasures- everything from your full box of costume play jewelry to the compass in Papa’s bedside drawer to your favorite red shirt that smelled like Daddy, to the rest of your Halloween candy that you’d been carefully hoarding and your most favoritest pictures of you and your daddies. Your room was a colossal mess, but it was worth it. There was only one thing left to get. You put Jellybean at the base of your treasure mountain with strict instructions to guard it all till you were back. You donned your butterfly wings and your mask and you were off. 

You tiptoed very carefully towards their office. You knew you weren’t supposed to be in there, but this was a surprise and you were doing a good thing,so that automatically made it okay, right? Papa was folding laundry in the bedroom, and Daddy had just gotten back from the big Avengers gym and was in the shower. You were in the clear. 

You carefully turned the knob to their office and slipped in. And there it was- in all its shiny golden glory, on the highest shelf, much too tall for you. You set your face determinedly. Nothing was gonna keep this dragon away from the treasure. 

You climbed right up those shelves like you’d seen Peter do when he was wearing his Spidey suit. You reached up over your head and finally...FINALLY...got your hands on that beautiful key. 

Suddenly, your right foot slipped sideways and you lost your balance. You tumbled through the air, and the next thing you knew you were on your back on the floor. You didn’t even have a moment to figure out what had happened before the large metal key decided to follow you down, landing squarely on the top of your foot. And it HURT. Really bad. 

The second he heard your wail, Steve bolted across the apartment, terror gripping his heart. He raced towards your cries, running into the office, and dropped to his knees beside you. "You’re gonna be okay, baby, it’s okay,” he said in a rush, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to frighten you further. He looked around himself quickly, trying to figure out what had happened, when he saw the key laying by your foot. It took him two seconds to put the puzzle pieces together.  “Did you fall backwards?” he asked frantically as Bucky raced into the room, still dripping wet from the shower. When you gave a sobbing ‘yes’, he gently began feeling the different parts of you that might have been affected. He let you sit up after a moment, and reached for your foot. “Did the key fall on your foot?” he asked, trying to carefully move it. You cried even harder, even with his gentle touch, and before you knew it, you were in Uncle Tony’s lab getting your foot X-Rayed by Uncle Bruce, who was working in there at the time. 

“It’s not broken,” Bruce finally declared. Both Steve and Bucky let out a sigh of relief. “Just probably going to be pretty sore and have a nasty bruise for a while. She should stay off it for a day or two. Keep it elevated and iced.” He gave you some liquid Tylenol, which made you wrinkle your nose at the taste but at least your forgot about your sore foot for a moment. Uncle Bruce gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek and said he liked your dragon mask before giving Papa and Daddy the okay to take you home. 

Papa kept you cuddled into his chest as the three of you rode the elevator back to your floor. You were starting to get a little nervous. They had told you not to touch the key and then you’d gotten hurt doing exactly that. Doing dangerous stuff got you in BIG trouble, and you knew it. 

Once you got home, Papa took you straight to the couch and sat you down on the corner of it, so you could stretch your foot out as Daddy went into the kitchen to make an ice pack. Papa leaned down to look at you, his hands on his knees. You shrank down in your guilt and nerves. 

“You are in time out here on this couch for the next five minutes, young lady,” Papa said firmly. “I expect you to act like you do when you’re in time out in the corner. Same rules apply. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Papa,” you whispered, bowing your head in shame. Papa stood up and walked away, as Daddy came in and sat by your foot, silently set the ice pack on the blooming bruise. 

“That okay?” he asked. When you nodded, he stood up. “Good. Time out starts now.” As he walked away, you picked a bit at the edge of your shirt, then looked back at the ice pack. The pain was starting to fade a bit, but that made it even worse because now you were REALLY feeling guilty. But you were a good girl and didn’t fidget. You thought about what you did like you were supposed to. 

A few minutes later, you overheard whispers from the kitchen area, but you knew better than to turn to look while you were still in time out. You heard Papa say “I got this”, before he walked into the living room. He sat down right where Daddy had been, and gently squeezed the toes of your not-hurt foot. 

“Alright, Katie-Cat, time out is over,” he said gently. “Tell me why you were in time out.”

“Cause I touched the key and I wasn’t a’sposed to,” you replied, looking at your hands twisting together in your lap.

“That’s right. You were also in Daddy and Papa’s office. Are you allowed to go in there without permission?”

“No, Papa.”

“No, you are not. And you went in there to play with the key that you knew you weren’t allowed to, didn’t you?”

“Um...yes but no.”

“ ‘Yes...but no’? What do you mean?”

“I didn’t wanna play with the key, ‘cause you said I can’t play with the key, so i wasn’t gonna PLAY with it.”

“If you weren’t going to play with it, what were you doing in there trying to get it down?”

You finally looked up at him, pointing miserably to the mask that was still on top of your head. “Imma dragon, Papa. Was gonna GUARD the key ‘cause you said it was a treasure and I wanted it to be safe ‘cause you liked it.”

Steve’s stern gaze softened a bit at your explanation. “Ah, I see,” he said gently, a hint of smirk crossing his face. “But that means you also would have gotten to touch the key, doesn’t it?” You sucked your lips into your mouth, stalling for as long as you could. “Katie,” he said in THAT tone. You sighed heavily. 

“Um...yeah, I guess.”

“No, there’s no ‘I guess’ about it. It was very sweet of you to want to protect the key but you knew that your plans involved you doing something you weren’t supposed to. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Papa,” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears. 

“Now, I think you definitely got a good taste of why I told you not to touch it. Your foot hurts pretty bad, right?” You nodded miserably. “When you don’t listen to me or Daddy, you can get hurt. That’s when the dangerous stuff happens. And you know exactly what happens when you put yourself in danger.” You nodded, just knowing you were in for it now. “Well, I’m not going to spank you this time.” Your head shot up, your eyes wide in disbelief. Papa smiled gently at you. He reached out a hand to stroke your cheek. “Your bottom is probably going to be pretty sore already from that fall you took,” he teased you for a moment, before gently taking your chin in his thumb and forefinger. “But if you ever try something like that again, you’re going over my knee, little girl. You know we don’t tolerate you putting yourself in danger. Understood?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded vigorously. “Yes, Papa, I understand.”

“Good girl. Now, your punishment for the rest of the day is to stay on this couch. You heard Uncle Bruce- no running around for the next two days. And you may read or color, but no TV.” You wanted to slump down and pout, but considering you were getting off super light from putting yourself in danger, you weren’t about to push your luck. “Do you have anything you want to say to me?”

“I sowwy, Papa, didn’t mean to be....ALL bad.” Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at your reluctant but honest answer. “I won’t be a dwagon again, I pwomise.”

“Well, now, that’s a shame, because you’re a pretty cute dragon,” he said, leaning into you and grinning. You giggled a bit. “Was this what you were working on in your playroom earlier?”

You nodded joyfully, glad that you were off the punishment talk. “Yeah! I made a dragon mask to go with my dragon wings this morning! D’you like ‘em?”

“I do! I think you did a great job on your look,” Papa said, moving so he was sitting next to you on the couch. He put his arm around you and cuddled you into his side. “And I bet that in a couple days when your foot heals up, we can make a safe dragon treasure for you to guard so you can play dragons all you want. Sound good?”

“You can play dragons too with me! I already made a treasure pile, Papa! You can go see it in my room if you wanna!”

Steve turned at hearing Bucky’s footsteps coming towards you two, having just come from exploring your room. He didn’t make eye contact as he walked past, looking exhausted. 

“I wouldn’t look in there if I were you,” Bucky groaned to his husband. 

“Is it really that bad?”

“Let’s put it this way. You remember that time in Poland when we infiltrated the base looking for the lab documents?”

“THAT bad?”

“Worse.”

#daddy stucky #daddy!Stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky x little reader #Daddy Steve #daddy!steve #daddy steve x little reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!bucky

[lunafoster]

Intrusive thoughts

AN: yes, another one. Again, I’m really sorry but I hope you guys enjoy.

AN2: I really should be studying for my finals but I keep procrastinating. Somebody send help, please.

Warnings: none, honestly, just fluff. I’m gonna say maybe bad English, I’m trying.

Words: 1500+

Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!reader

BOJAN’S GIRLFRIEND LETTING HER INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WIN (mostly about Bojan) FOR 3 MINUTES AND 12 SECONDS STRAIGHT

*first clip*

The singer was sitting down in front of the camera next to Kris, talking while filming one of their vlogs, when the girl appeared, sitting down by his side.

He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, as it was warm and he didn’t want to be sweating. You could see the girl staring at his arms, though; it looked like she had just woke up from a nap. Bojan kept talking.

“Ang.” She bit his shoulder.

He didn’t even react, just kept having his conversation with Kris. The latter looked at her and then at his bandmate, mouth agape in shock.

“What is going on?”

*second clip*

Bojan and his girlfriend were being interviewed for the fans, as they wanted to know how their relationship started and how it was going since then.

“Who takes more time to get ready?”

“It’s him! He does!” She said, pointing at him and smirking.

“That’s not- alright maybe it is true,” he gave in, nodding his head and awkwardly smiling, “but it’s mostly because my hair takes a lot of time to be tamed, honestly.”

As if it had a mind of its own, a strand of his hair fell on his face, but he kept making excuses as to why he was the one who spent more time in the bathroom when they had to go out.

The girl kept staring at it, exchanging looks between the camera, the interviewer and her boyfriend. She continued being laser focused on the lock of hair that was slightly covering his left eye.

With one last glance at the camera and the interviewer, she extender her arm and carefully removed the piece of hair, pulling it to a better position so it wouldn’t be on his face.

He looked at her. “Thank you, love.”

She smiled and mused his hair up, laughing loudly. He sighed with a ‘done’ look on his face.

*third clip*

The Joker Out guys were talking during an interview, having sweets to munch on in between questions and topics.

In that moment, Jure was holding part of a KitKat in his hand, talking passionately about ‘Demoni’ and how they had come up with the idea of the music video.

The girl was watching them behind the camera, having a good time making faces at the boys during serious moments so they would crack a smile when they shouldn’t.

However, right in that moment, she was craving chocolate really badly. And that’s when she noticed the KitKat in Jure’s hand.

She quietly approached them, went into view for the camera just behind the boys and snatched the chocolate out of the blond’s hand.

“Aha!” She shouted with an evil laugh, munching on the KitKat and leaving the frame.

Everyone just looked at each other for a few seconds and bursted out laughing. All except for Jure, who tried keeping a pout on his lips while fake sobbing.

“My KitKat!”

*fourth clip*

“This is another video in the series of ‘baking with Jan’! Where I get stressed and he looks like he’s high!”

“What?!”

“What? It rhymes.”

*fifth clip*

Nace was explaining a story about them in the beach, playing with a giant yoga ball.

“So I tried to take it back to the sand but the ball was just too big…” everyone was chuckling, remembering how he had been chasing the ball around in the water.

“That’s what she said,” she whispered while giggling.

“Hey!” Nace pushed her shoulder away from him, “Stop it!”

*sixth clip*

The camera was angled so you could see both the girl, preparing the oven, and Jan, mixing the cookie dough on a bowl.

“Make sure it’s well mixed,” she told him, getting up from her crouched position.

“I know what I’m doing,” he replied, glancing at her briefly.

Jan went to grab the cookie cutters when he deemed it was well mixed enough, making the mistake of leaving the dough alone.

She instantly scooped some of it onto her finger and spread it on his face right when he turned around.

The video cuts and the camera focuses again on the two throwing the mixture at each other, the bowl now empty and cookie dough all over them.

The video cuts again and it comes back to her licking dough from her hand, taking from her face and eating it happily.

“You are disgusting,” Jan let’s out with a breathy laugh, distaste in his face.

“You are definitely not!” She goes towards him with grabby hands, “let me lick it off you, too!”

“No!” He moves away, going off camera.

*seventh clip*

Kris was in the background of Nace and Jure talking in front of the camera in one of their vlogs, mindlessly strumming his guitar.

Bojan and his girlfriend appeared from the right, moving towards the younger with the idea of sitting next to him.

They sat down but you could see the girl watching as Kris played with a fond look in her face and a soft smile.

She took Kris’ hand and, after making sure he left his guitar so it wouldn’t fall, dragged him towards the camera.

“Everyone this is my son,” she stated, making the guys look at her weirdly and Bojan laugh loudly, “if anything happened to him I would kill everyone and then myself.”

“What are you on?” Jan suddenly spoke up from somewhere in the room, not visible to the camera.

“He’s a child, just look at him.” She grabs his face with both hands and smushes his cheeks together, Kris chuckling and trying to pull away, unsuccessfully. “Isn’t he just so cute? I wanna put him in my pocket but he’s really tall and I can’t,” she added with a devastated look, pressing her hand to her chest and feigning being hurt.

“You got yourself a special one, man,” Nace said towards Bojan, who was still laughing obnoxiously.

He stood up and went towards his girlfriend and Kris, putting his arm around his shoulder and leaning on the taller boy.

“I will go for the adoption papers,” he said with a serious face, turning to her and breaking into a smile.

“They’re both coo-coo,” Jure says to the camera, making circle shapes with his finger near his head.

*eighth clip*

Bojan is talking to the camera while in the behind-the-scenes of their latest music video, wearing a big coat, making it clear that it’s really cold outside.

His girlfriend walks into view, with another huge coat, a woolly hat and gloves.

She suddenly squishes him really close to her in a hug, making it possible to hear the air leaving his lungs.

“What is going on?” He asks, strained and confused at the sudden affection, forgetting about the camera.

“You just look so squishable it’s unfair!” She answers, hugging him even tighter if possible.

*ninth clip*

Bojan and Jan are near the swimming pool, but fully clothed, talking about their next tour to his phone, as the comments can be seen going up from the bottom left of the screen.

“Can you get me a glass of water?” Bojan asks his girlfriend, not wanting to stop his conversation with Jan.

She leaves the frame of the camera and the conversation goes on, slowing to a stop when she comes back staring at Bojan.

“What?”

He goes to take the glass from her but she’s faster, moving it over his head and pouring its contents all over him, making him open his mouth in shock.

“I’m sorry,” she giggles, covering her own mouth with her hand.

He stands up and Jan takes his phone, pointing the camera towards them, sensing that something funny is going to happen.

He’s right, of course, Bojan picks her up by her waist and throws himself (with her) in the swimming pool, effectively drenching them both.

“Bojan!” She shouts, both of them laughing loudly and Jan’s chuckling being heard from behind the camera.

*tenth clip*

They’re in the van while Bojan and his girlfriend are answering questions from fans in an Instagram live.

“What do you guys call each other?” She reads, immediately following it up with, “I call him daddy.”

“No, she does not,” he shakes his head profusely, moving towards the camera.

“I would call him daddy if he let me,” she corrects herself, getting closer to the camera to read the comments.

“Stop,” he laughs as he gently pushes her smirking head away.

“Someone said it’s a good nickname!”

“That was me,” says Jure, moving so he can be seen on the screen.

She pouts and looks at Bojan.

“What do I usually call you?”

“I call her love, sweetheart; and she…,” he trails off and turns to her, “I don’t know, what do you like calling me?”

“I know!” She exclaims happily, “waffles, cupcake, pie, pumpkin,… yes.” She nods to herself.

“That’s definitely not it,” he retorts, raising an eyebrow at her, “why are all of them high-calorie foods, anyway?”

“What? Do you want me to call you my little celery stick or something?”

Somebody laughs in the background at that.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t sugarplum,” she smirks again, watching as he’s trying to stop himself from laughing.

“You’re right, I don’t honey bun.”

All of them burst into a loud, chaotic laugh.

*end of the video*

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An Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind

Chapter 1 - A Man in the Window

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha3, Cha4, (Next chapters since it takes too long to link everything lol)

Let me know if this chapter is too long or boring! I can always make revisions <3

Ao3- AnotherBloodyMaryOnACross, Wattpad- Red_Scarfed_Person

Summary: Y/N learns of the fourth family to have been murdered in the LadyLane Massacres- a series of murders taken place in their town, starting with the Ramirez family in LadyLane. Later she hitched a ride from her older brother Mateo who works as a detective to solve the case. He takes her home before she continued her work on the case, before suddenly noticing a similarity between the girls of each case and herself. It was then she saw something in her window that seemed to morph into its own shape.

“Pinche… Oye, hermanita!” Mateo’s scrunched-up face softened as he saw her, cursing in Spanish before calling for his little sister. Y/N stepped out of the police vehicle as it halted, smiling and waving as she dusted off her skirt.

“I'm finally here, how’s everything?” She asked with a look of concern, quickly running over in her clicking heels. Police cars and ambulances surrounded the house of a supposedly safe neighborhood, where crime seldom happens- but it seems this family of five just wasn’t so lucky.

“We don’t know what happened. But whoever did this obviously was responsible for the last three families that were like this,” Mateo huffed, flicking his cigarette ashes on the road as he looked at the lovely, two-story house, “each person was brutally murdered. There’s nothing we've been able to pick up on in any of these cases, but each time the same weapons are used. Other than that, they’re good at covering their asses like always.” Y/N nodded, pouting her lip. Two happily married parents and three children were the victims of today’s killing. Tragic.

A tall man in a police uniform walked over, clearly out of breath as he spoke, “Nice seeing you, Miss L/N. Y’know, we really shouldn’t be letting you see this until you’re officially a part of the team, but these have been getting too frequent. This is the fourth family to end up like this, and the media and family have been looking at us an awful lot for information. Callin’ it the LadyLane Massacres, and we ain’t got a single damn answer for it all.” Chief Manchester shook her head as other cops and detectives walked around the premises. Wrinkles on his forehead, dark spots under his eyes- these recent killings have caused this stress on many of the faces here. “But, eh, you’re pretty good at finding things. And we need all the help we can get,” the Chief continued.

“I understand, sir, and I’ll do all I can,” Y/N replied, nodding her head with a look of determination. Moments later, her mouth held open in shock as she looked at the gruesome scene in front of her: the bodies, the blood pools, the blood splattered across almost every surface. The horrified faces plastered on the victim’s bodies, solidifying the pain they faced in their last living moments as they fought for their lives.

“Fucking horrible, innit,” Chief spoke as he put his hands in his front pockets. The daughter was dead in the kitchen, intestines ripped out. A mother died on the stairs, her back ripped open with window shards in her back. The large window above the stairs was busted open- likely how the killers got in, and they got her quickly. Upstairs, the father had his arm behind his back, popped out of socket. He had 3 bullet wounds in the head, and two in the leg. Another daughter had a giant hole in her chest, dead in her room as if an ax of sorts hit her- and finally, the son was dead outside. The broken window of his bedroom indicated he tried to jump out to escape and had that ax plunged into his head before he could reach safety.”

“Okay, well…” Y/N cleared her throat after looking at all the bodies, a sweat building up on her face. “We can deduce that the mother died first. Someone had an ax, or a hatchet, and attacked the girl and the son while someone else went after the dad with a gun. Someone else must have gotten the daughter, and possibly another then went straight for the mother.”

“That’s what we’re thinking,” he explained. “We’ll be extracting the bullet from the father to see if it’s the same used in the other killings. But we know each time, an ax or hatchet had been used along with a knife are the three weapons.”

“I wonder what their intention was,” Y/N mumbled, holding her chin in thought as she turned to look at the dead daughter in the kitchen. “They just busted through the window unexpectedly and killed them. What for?”

“Well, we have a few suspects,” the Chief replied, “but nothing’s for sure. It’s gonna be hard to find someone connected to everyone at once. They must have known where to look before they entered and who their victims were.”

“For sure,” Y/N replied. “To murder entire families, children... It’s gotta be more than just random sprees. This family was connected to either the killers themselves, or with something they wanted to protect…” She trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows as a random white piece of something caught her eye, just barely out of sight. Something was under the table, a foot away from the daughter’s bloody hand. It had a slight glare that caught her eye from her angle.

Y/N crouched down, grabbing the thing carefully on its corners. A little flat, white piece of plastic, slightly curved, and with a little smudge of blood. This must have cracked off of something, given the rounded corners until the ridged side.

“What is it?” the Chief asked, raising a brow and shining his flashlight.

“Let’s get this DNA tested. It’s oddly placed and look, there is a bloody spot,” she spoke with a look of focus, handing it out to a lady who held a bag for evidence.

Y/N always had a talent for justice. Mateo always said it started after they found her in the woods one winter night when she went missing and the police found her deep in the woods. Although they never figured out how she got there, and she never could remember anything she saw, she does remember the police. The ride to the station was full of questions for the officers about their jobs from the two siblings.

Mateo was going to be a detective anyway, and well, it made it easier for Y/N to follow in his footsteps.

“Horrible, isn’t it,” Mateo stated, sighing as he drove away from the scene. Y/N nodded her head, looking out the window and the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“I just wish they’d let me see the full system. I feel stupid when they call me out there and not give me all the information; like how am I going to help ya’ll if you don’t give me anything but an eyesight?” she sighed, resting her head against the cold window. Her E/C eyes shunned as they passed the lit street lamps that brightened the snow patches on the ground. The snow always was a familiar, warm feeling for her.

“Well, it’s sensitive information,” Mateo chuckled. “We don’t want some good-for-nothing delinquent looking at our data.”

“Really, shoplifter?” Y/N giggled, sticking her tongue out. “Don’t think I’ll let you forget about that one time. Dad was not happy, haha.” The two laughed in the car, embarrassment flushing the face of her brother.

“Let’s not bring that up around the other officers, okay?” he chuckled. A moment of peace was shared between them before the low atmosphere of the crime made its quiet return. As they turned into Y/N’s street, Mateo broke the silence. “But… hey, honestly. I’m really thankful to have you here in a few years, joining the force. Dad would be proud of us, y’know, for following in his footsteps.”

“Oh, he really would be, hah hah,” Y/N chuckled softly, looking over at her brother. He looked a lot like his mother- brown skin, dark eyes, dark hair. But he was as tall, strong, and broad as their father. It always was a curious thing for her to notice considering she didn’t know her mother enough to know what resemblance she had. But, what mattered most to her and that she still had the relationship of true siblings despite having different moms.

“Say… I think we’re all very passionate about this case. Y’know, the LadyLane Massacres…” Mateo trailed off as if he wasn’t sure about what he wanted to say next. “And… as long as you keep it a secret between us, I can temporarily lend you my computer to look at police data whenever you need it. I think your help will be vital.”

“Seriously?” Y/N smiled brightly. “Mateo, that means a lot to me, thank you! And don’t worry, the secret will be safe with me, heh heh,” she boosted. “Well, as long as you don’t take all the credit from me.”

“Heh heh, well, with that being said…” he replied, slowly bringing the car to a stop, “get the hell outta my car, woman.”

With the last joke of the night, they hugged before Y/N went back up into her apartment. It was cozy, sorta minimalist due to the lack of money to go all out, but it was home. And the homiest part of her home was the guest bedroom/office, to where she walked straight towards the moment she took off her jacket and shoes. Two hours of investigating at the actual crime scene, and now countless hours investigating the entirety of the LadyLane Massacres as a whole in this little office.

She sat down at the computer desk, humming to herself as she logged into her double monitors. “Sorry hermano,” she said cheerily as she sipped her cup of tea. “I’ve had your info for a very long time already. ‘preciate the help, though.”

A few minutes passed, and finally, she had full access to what her detective brother had on the police databases. Any person jailed or imprisoned could be viewed from her screen, as well as any digital case files assigned to him. For example, the four recent family murders- just what Y/N wanted to see. Pictures of the bodies and faces were uploaded to the databases, as well as details of the crimes and pictures of evidence.

Each murder was done in a similar fashion- giant open gashes on some, indicating the use of a blunt object like an ax or a hatchet. Other bodies had gunshot wounds and/or knife wounds, sometimes with brute force as well. It’s hard to imagine only one person having the capability to use all three weapons to effortlessly kill an entire family in different rooms each time- therefore leading to the speculation there was a minimum of 2 killers. But most, including yours truly, believe there are three or four.

“Interesting…” she mumbled, her eyes reflecting the bright images. The images of bloodied bodies flashed across the screen as she scrolled through last week’s case. A girl about her age popped up with her head nearly decapitated from her neck save for a few more inches of flesh connecting them. Blood soaked her shirt down to the pools of blood that developed around her corpse, her face blue. A girl who looked… very similar to Y/N.

A chill ran down her spine as she made the connection. The H/L, H/C hair, and the dead, whitened E/C eyes of the girl- let alone the face shape. Y/N clicked on another folder of another family related to the LadyLane Massacres. Scrolling through, it was a family of four; the Burninghams. Each of them was shot in the living room, a clean killing save for the daughter.

She died against the wall while the others died on the couch, shot dead. Her hair was seen ripped out and on the floor, showing she was likely pulled away towards the wall. She was shot in the legs, had each finger cut off, but worst of all, an ax or hatchet wound split open her forehead right down the middle. She looked a lot like the last girl.

Y/N squinted her eyes as an uncomfortable feeling washed over her. Another case- the Ramirez family of 4, with a daughter looking the same. That’s when something else in her head clicked: the sons each look similar to Mateo. Not as much resemblance, but there were commonalities with each victim.

“Who are they looking for…?” she mumbled to herself as she flashed the images of each case again. The daughter would be thrown around and murdered the most brutally. And each time the daughter and son looked similar to Mateo and her.

She shuddered, wrapping her arms around her torso and leaning back in her chair. “Gosh, that’s scaring me haha,” she softly joked to herself, “it almost makes me feel like they’re looking for…” Her voice trailed off as she squinted out her dark window, seeing her reflection faintly. She watched stiffly as it almost looked like her reflection was moving, or morphed…

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Coming up in Chapter 2:

Slowly, she pushed herself off her seat and stepped closer to the window. Her heart began to beat heavily as she ambled forward and lifted her hands to touch the window as she got closer. A whiteness suddenly became more visible around her reflection’s face that slowly began to take a form of its own as she got closer. Followed by dark spots, an outline of a large body, and…

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𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. + 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Y/n's first lone Hot One interview after becoming public with her boyfriend of 3 years.

pairing. joseph quinn x reader

word count. 2.4k

genre and warnings. fem!actor!reader, black coded, blonde locs, child actor, hot wings, spicy tolerance, swearing, besties with zendaya, slight childhood trauma, mostly just chara building | —  series masterlist.

Y/N L/N SHEDS TEARS WHILE EATING HOT WINGS | HOT ONES 

The interview starts with Sean Evans sat across from Y/n L/n in beige high waisted jeans that buttoned just above her belly button, hugging her curves, paired with a more neutral tone of brown small halter top along with the oversized dark denim jacket that no doubt belonged to Joseph. 

Her outfit was more comfortable, despite being pieced together perfectly, still having her fan favorite unique fashion touch with her new fresh light bleached blonde long locs that reached down to the curve of her bum.

"Hey, what's going on, everybody? From First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you're watching Hot Ones. It's the show with hot questions and even hotter wings and today we’re joined by Y/n L/n. She’s a singer, fashion icon, and actress. You may recognize her from her most recent collaboration with Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak as well as her popular role as _____ on the seven-time Emmy award-winning global mega-hit show Stranger Things, which is making a return for its fourth season on Netflix May twenty-seven.” 

When Sean introduced her, a smile spread from her dark cherry-like glossed lips. The small glitter that set underneath the bed of her dark eyes glinted golden under the studio's lights, helping soften her features.

"Y/n L/n, welcome to the show!"

"Hello, Hi, thanks for having me." Y/n welcomed her looking like a natural on camera.

Sitting in front of the table arranged with colorful sauce bottles along with the pitcher of milk and water. "I’m very excited but also a little bit nervous about being here."

"I know that you're a fan of spicy foods, but how high would you say that your spice tolerance is?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that it's anything extreme, but I feel like I could handle myself a lot more than normally, like Joseph dies every time I put chili powder and hot sauce in the noodles."

displaying the brands and a different array of hot sauces. The title card of the show plays through, ending with Y/n already digging into her tray of sauce-covered wings.

"Oh shit, wait, should I ask what type this is before or?" Y/n hummed even after asking the question, her mouth still devouring the wing in her hand to the bone.

"No, it's totally fine, oh you’re just finishing the whole thing okay." Sean looked impressed with the woman as she even sucked some of the sauce off her fingers without even a wince from the hot sauce.

"So I think it's interesting that you started singing and acting at such a young age, especially when a lot of people your age go straight to acting classes after school while other kids your age are at the playground or such. What are the pros and cons of being raised in that sort of hustling and strict environment? " Sean asks with his signature monotone voice, despite eating the same wing.

"Um, I have to admit it was a bit hard, especially being one of the few little black girls during my acting class days growing up. I really never had the opportunity to be a child and just make friends naturally. It was like I had an adult working schedule with the back-to-back bookings I had."

"Do you think that there's a lot of weight being put on child actors?"

Y/n licks her lips a bit, disregarding the gloss on them as her mouth pouts at the question in thought. "Oh hell yeah. I mean, sometimes you get kids younger than five years old pushing themselves because their parents forced this idea of fame and wealth into their heads."

From the passionate tone in her voice Y/n spoke strongly about the topic. Even with her mouth full, she used her hand to shield her mouth as she continued.

"Even with toddlers, it's like they have to look polished and perfect or else they won't make the cut, which is just so fucked to go through at such a young age."

As the second wing was introduced, Y/n actually gave Sean some time to catch up to her, "I love leg pieces so much." Taking a bite together before he asked her the question.

"Is it true that you almost missed your Strange Things audition because you were hanging with Zendaya?"

Y/n chuckled as the back of her pink tongue poked out of her lips, licking the front of her teeth.

"Oh lord, I was stuck in a whole different country with her when I got the call back and I had to act like I wasn't booking a whole flight the same day. It was all just too crazy."

"You said in an interview that you considered Zendaya to be a sort of older sister role model when it came to your experiences with acting. How much influence do you think she might have had on where you are currently in life?"

"That's a very good question. I think just growing up with strong, empowered women genuinely really shaped me to be the person that I am now. I definitely would not have won any of the awards or written the songs that I did without them breaking me from that stiff ass ex-child star mold that I used to be in." 

Viewers could tell that the question genuinely meant something to her, hesitating before she answered.

Y/n, like most child stars in the spotlight too young to be known to break from their lethal and unethical working contract after coming of age.

"I think it's important for anyone to have someone to look up to, especially a role model with some diversity that you can actually relate to."

The third wing is where the video was starting to finally build up, Y/n tilting her head to the side the moment her teeth had sunk into the boneless wing.

Her lashes fluttering, not being able to stop herself from blinking away the tears that she was quick to wipe away with a bend of her pointer finger.

"Ooh shit, it's getting kinda spicy now." A painful looking burp almost came from her throat. The video was edited with a dramatic sound effect as she went to cover her mouth with a wince, stifling her laughter.

"In Stranger Things, you play ___, a character that is iconic for her thick-rimmed glasses as well as her killer drumming skills. How challenging would you say it was to have to seemingly master a skill in such a short amount of time?" 

"It definitely was a really hard challenge, especially since I knew absolutely nothing nor even played an instrument other than, like, the piano classes I took in kindergarten. Having to learn the drums to the point where I was able to appear actually good took a lot of overnight practicing and a lot of chipped acrylic nails."

"Would you say that ___is one of the hardest roles that you have ever had?"

"She’s definitely climbing the ranks up there, but nothing could ever pass the amount of physical training I had to do for The Green Knight. I still hate working out to this day."

Y/n laughs despite her mouth falling into a slight grimace, her hands reaching up to fan herself as she starts to sweat in her chair, moving onto the fourth wing.

"So you’ve talked about always sort of being in the spotlight your entire life. How would you say you learned to juggle both that sort of privacy as well as staying true to your fans?"

"I will always be grateful for the amount of love that my supporters show me, but also being this person constantly being put on a pedestal, I learned that everything I do will always be judged or turn into headlines, which is why I'm very private with my life outside of acting." Y/n hissed as she stuck her tongue out, reacting to the spice before continuing.

"It took the internet almost 3 years to figure out that me and Joe were an official couple because I like to keep to myself and I think Hollywood has this thing where they like to backseat off of other people's lives, not releasing that we’re not just characters on a screen anymore."

"Is there a reason you and Joseph have kept your relationship secret for so long?"

"I wasn’t really trying to hide it. I honestly did not give a fuck after like the first couple of months. If anything, I was just waiting for people to catch on because, damn, I think we would just openly do shit in public just to get a reaction the next day."

As more spice entered into her system, the more laid back Y/n started to appear, her usual interview professional tone dropping once she was starting to get more comfortable.

The fifth wing was starting to get to her, Y/n squinting from how much her eyes were starting to water.

Her arms folding on top of the table after taking a big bite, her leg bouncing as she clutched onto the cup of water like her life depended on it.

"Oh dude, this is starting to fucking suck the whole ass cheek now." Y/n grunted, enticing a laugh from even some of the crew from behind the camera.

"Is it true that you had to reject the role as DC’s Bat-girl because you’re more of a Marvel fan?" Sean asked, taking a sip of his drink, "Y/n copying as she took a long swig of water. 

"Man, hell yeah, fuck DCU. I love Dick Grayson though that's my husband."

The sixth wing looked brutal as Y/n coughed after taking a big chunk, her leg jittering as her thigh shook.

Her eyes squeezing shut as right after she had swallowed, she reached for her cup of water and downed the entire thing before pouring more from the pitcher.

"Y’all are trying to fucking kill me, bro." She grunted, holding her stomach, "I’m gonna shit, like, hot lava or something after this man."

"So Y/n, you really did grow up acting, especially working with even the most iconic of directors for this generation. What drew you into working on such small roles—in terms of your other roles—like ___ and did you expect your character to have the massive amount of impact that she has today?"

"I was sort of looking for experience more than looking for money, which there's nothing wrong with wanting to get paid well, but I would much rather work with a script that I know I can add personality to and actually see a character come to life than work with this super popular casting that makes twice as much." Y/n coughed once more, a tear sliding down her cheek as she sniffed.

"Uh, when I finished getting the script, I was just stoked to be able to play ___ because she’s just so relatable to a lot of teenage girls that just feel stuck. I knew that she would be quite inspiring because of her constant quirky charisma but also because she’s just super fucking badass."

"So it's clear from your love of music and the massive amount of collabs you’ve done with other artists that you’re an amazing singer. Are there any types of music that you prefer to write or feel more comfortable with writing?"

"I fucking love writing R&B music or something like old school soul," Y/n raspied, her eyes a light shade of pink from how much she was tearing up.

"I think almost every song that I was on for Silk Sonic was like helping write my dream album. I genuinely fell in love with the entire album"

"Speaking of old school, the music videos released for the Silk Sonic album that you starred in had a sort of soul train 70s vibe to them. Was there an outfit that you really liked during one of the videos?"

"Yeah, in Smokin' Out The Window I had to wear this fucking perfect dark brown velvet dress with these expensive ass thigh high boots to match with everyone else with bougee ass shades. I looked like such a bad bitch."

"I did really like the music video for that song. It was really good."

"I know, I wrote it."

The woman whimpered, using a tissue to wipe her tears without smudging too much of her already ruined makeup, finishing the challenge as the last wing was bitten Y/n took one last swig of water before doing the outro.

"Holy shit. I just ate a shit ton of hot wings, so you better watch season four. You won't regret it. And I just rubbed my fucking eye on accident. I’m never eating hot wings again."

The video ends with another laugh pulled from the crew as Y/n finally burps, grunting after.

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User: I'm much more impressed by someone who is effected immensely and has the persistence to keep going than I am by someone who isn't bothered by the spice.

User: I actually really appreciate Y/n. She genuinely just seems like a well rounded person that worked hard to become the person that she is today. 

User: Y/n’s energy is just so relaxing and captivating i can see why Joseph likes her so much

User: Yes Y/n! She came in here like a champ: big bites, being real, and obviously having a good time… at least until the last wing hahaha. She’s an awesome actress glad you guys got her on the show

User: ​​Y/n is a natural comedian, she doesn’t even realise how funny she is 

User: I honestly just love this woman, she’s funny, intelligent, and just really laid back in general!!

User: I have a whole new respect for her. Into fashion, old school jams and other things. She’s more me than I realized. Great to know the human side of these artists/actors. This show is real.

User: I don't think I've ever seen Sean laugh this much during an interview

User: Her personality is insanely attractive

User: if y/n l/n is not your celebrity crush idk who is. Shes literally perfect in every way! Obsessed with her spirit!

User: I just love Y/n L/n too much. She has a perfect balance of intellect and intelligence, respect and confidence, compassion and strength, and beauty and creativity. She's an ideal role model, in my opinion.

User: She has such an old soul. A very talented versatile actress.

User: so happy she’s getting so much spotlight and praise right now. LONG overdue

User: She’s not a Disney princess.She’s a real life princess. She has the kindness, caring nature, self awareness, polite, charismatic, so inclusive, and very so expressively loving. Her self preservation, and work values is just amazing.

User: She’s got “50 year old Oscar winner that everyone loves” vibes. If that makes sense

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[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Under The Weather

Warnings: None really other than sick reader, fluff<3

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Greg Montgomery x gn!reader

A/n: I wrote this specifically for @greg-montgomery because Fay is sick and I wanted to give this to her<3. Bestie I hope you're getting better🩷🩷.

Tags: @hotchnerbau @criminalskies @ssahotchnerr

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle

You'd had a very sore throat the last couple of days, which made you miserable.  The only thing that helped was that Aaron and Greg had been taking such good care of you.  They insisted on it.

The first day they both stayed with you, snuggling you, feeding you, giving you medicine.  They pampered you to no end.  The second day Aaron went to work and Greg stayed with you, then on the third day Greg went and Aaron stayed.

You're on your fourth day and it is now Saturday.  Even though you're feeling a little better they still refuse to let you do much of anything.  They didn't want you to worsen your condition by doing anything too strenuous.  Which apparently included using the toilet.

You stand up from bed, Aaron on one side of you and on the other side Greg would normally be there but he was busy in the kitchen making you some soup.  "What are you doing?" Aaron had concern laced in his voice along with some curiosity.  "I'm going to pee?" You responded with a scratchy voice and a raised eyebrow.  "Let me help you." He moves to get up but you hold a hand up.  "Aaron this isn't something I still need help with.  I didn't really need help with it the last three days before either." You speak softly.  He gives a slight frown and nods as he sits back down on the bed reluctantly.

You take a few steps in the direction of the bathroom when Greg walks through the bedroom door, bowl of soup in his hands.  "Why are you out of bed?  Why are they up?" Greg asks you first then turns to Aaron with the second question.  "They have to go to the bathroom." Aaron answers for you and you start walking again but Greg is quick to set the soup down and be at your side.

"Okay, let me help then." He puts a hand on your shoulder and one on your lower back.  "I just went through this with Aaron.  I don't need help.  I'm okay, really, I'm fine." You don’t say it harshly, you speak in a soft tone again, coughing a bit at the end of your sentence.  Greg frowns more than Aaron did, gives you a pout, and his best puppy dog eyes.  You look at him for a moment before sighing and giving in.  "Okay okay.  Fine.  Be my escort to the bathroom." He smiles and kisses your cheek.  

You know they both mean well, but they always act like you're on the verge of death even if you just have sniffles.  If you sneeze more than twice in a row one of them always offers to get allergy medicine for you.  The smallest thing happens to you and they immediately enter protective mode.  You've grown rather used to it though.  And you know it's just because they love you so much.  But thinking you'll break a bone just walking to the toilet is a little extreme, but you love them just as much so of course you're fine with putting up with it even when it gets slightly annoying.  Most of the time it’s sweet though.

Soon enough you feel another hand on your back just above Greg's and one more on your other shoulder.  You knew that as soon as you said yes to Greg that Aaron would immediately join as well.  Not always, but most times, they are a package deal.  Especially when you're sick.  They already like to baby you but they do it to no end when you're ill.  Normally you just try to let yourself enjoy it.

Once you're all snug in bed again they both join you this time, Greg spoon feeding the soup to you like you can't do that on your own either.  It's endearing though.  Aaron is snuggled into your side as you eat and watch one of your favourite films.  Greg can't really pay any attention to it though as he's trying not to spill hot soup on you.  

Once that is over with your attention is entirely on the television screen but after a little while you feel eyes on you.  When you look at them you see them both staring at you with the most lovey dovey look on their faces.  "Why are you staring at me?  Is there something on my face?" "No, you're just so cute even when you're sick.  With your red stuffy nose." Aaron answers.  "And your eyes that are always half closed because you're more tired than you normally would be.  You're just really cute is all." Greg finishes the answer to your question as he smiles big.  

"So you two think I'm cute when I'm suffering?" You make it sound a little more dramatic than you need to, but it is still a valid question and they've been dramatic about it all anyway, so now it's your turn to be the dramatic one.  "Yes." They both answer at the same time.  Your brows furrow and you look between them both a few times before deciding to just let them be and go back to watching the movie.

Soon enough you're falling asleep.  Having them both cuddled up in bed with you always makes you feel safe and sound.  It always relaxes the three of you and it makes it much easier to fall into peaceful rest.  It may only be the middle of the day on Saturday but you're all perfectly content with sleeping the day away.  

When they notice you've fallen asleep, they stop the movie.  Aaron wraps an arm around you and gently rolls you both over so he's on his back and you're pressed against his side with your head on his chest as Greg scoots up behind you and rests his hand on your side.  Nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and shoulder leaving a few soft kisses there.  Aaron on the other hand is kissing the top of your head.  

"We love you." Aaron whispers and places a kiss on the crown of your head.  "Very much." Greg says and leans over a little to kiss your cheek like he did earlier.  

They stay like this for a while.  Holding you close. They do their best to make you comfortable, but it's hard when you're sick and they can't just remove that from you in just one day.  Seeing you not feeling your best in any form always makes them sad to some degree.  So when you're sick, they just do what they know how to do, which is to pamper you.  Even if maybe they over-pamper you just a little.  You all know you just want the best for each other and that's what you do.  You all do your best and that's what counts.  Even if their best might annoy you just slightly in these situations.

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[jamneuromain]

Aftercare + Steve

BUT cute subby Steve 🥺

Hi Nonnie 😌❤️ (This is actually the first time me writing for subby Steve(?)

This is as sub of a Steve as I can make him :3

TLC

Steve Rogers x You

Warning: Aftercare, implied!sub Steve, implied!Mommy/Babyboy dynamic, fluff

Summary: You and Steve after an intense session.

A/N: My fourth entry to the bingo challenge hosted by @the-slumberparty.

"Hey, baby, I'm so glad you went through this." You cradle his head, allowing him to lie on your arm and you can brush his beautiful blonde hair to the back of his head.

His chest heaves up and down, breathing through his lips instead of his nose. His eyes shut tight, and his forehead sweaty, on which you carefully wipe the beady sweat drops onto the back of your hand.

"Yeah-Yeah." Still panting, he opens his eyes, giving out a boy-ish grin, "am I too heavy on your arm?" He lifts his neck to look back at your arm under his head, looking up at you apologetically, scooting closer to the pillow on the side of his head instead of your arm, "I'm too heavy on your arm, aren't I?"

"No. No. No way." You lean over and peck his lips, soothing his hair, "You want anything? Water? Some snack? Maybe watch a silly rom-com?"

"Rom-com sounds nice. And a candy bar. God, now I feel like I have the stomach for a three-course meal." Steve groans, digging the heel of his palms into his belly, rolling to the side, and blinking his puppy eyes to you.

You cannot stand his adorableness, not one second.

You think for a moment before replying, "How about you shower and set up the movie and I'll make us some teriyaki chicken and potato salad? It should take 20 minutes tops."

"You're gonna put itty bitty crispy bacon in there too?"

You chuckle as you get up and head to the kitchen, "yes, itty bitty bacon. But that's going to take five more minutes."

"Can it be any faster?" Steve pouts when he hears you say "five more minutes", propping his upper body from the bed, "I'm starving. Like, I'm going to consume myself if I don't get any teriyaki chicken or that egg-potato-bacon salad in 20 minutes. These-" He gestures at his muscles, "aren't going to remain without proteins."

"Be patient." You throw him a warning glare, "Shower. And then movie. But you can help me speed up if you help take care of the chicken."

"Okay, ma'am." He winks, getting up from the bed as well, "Whatever you say."

You turn on the stoves. Memory of his last attempt of helping you in the kitchen resurface, "And only flip them when I tell you to! Last time you poked the carrots too much, they turned to mush-go shower."

"On a complete irrelevant note, can you be the spoon when we watch the movie too?" He pops his head from the bathroom and asks, shampoo foam on his head and toothpaste on his lips, while wiping the water from his eyebrows.

"GO SHOWER -"

Steve knows better than to let you repeat that again, quickly ducking his head back into the bathroom before you are able to shove him back in.

Only a few minutes fly by before he emerge from the bathroom with a towel around his waist and another towel on top of his head.

He hugs you from behind, gently placing a small kiss to your shoulder. Inhaling the aroma of food, he nuzzles your neck with the tip of his nose, muttering, "Thank you. You're the best."

"You should give me a mug with that line."

"This Christmas. I'mma buy you a 'you're the best mommy' mug and everybody else will go guessing since when you had a mystery child."

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[frenziedslashers]

Baby Come Home;;

A/N: I have NOT seen GOTG Vol. 3 and probably won't until they release it on dvd unfortunately! I don't have the time to go and see it in theaters so please do not put any spoilers in the comments or tags! I am very much in love with Peter Quill though and have been since I saw gotg vol. 1 when I was like- 11 lmao. BUT ANYWAYS- here is this little thing and I hope that you guys enjoy it. I will be including a marvel character list in my master list for those who want to send in requests. I probably won't do a lot of characters for marvel though since I am still pretty hit or miss with the fandom! This was going to be solely fluff, but then I got carried away...

Pairing: Peter Quill x Trans Masc!Reader

Warnings: Blowjob, piv sex, reader uses he/him pronouns, minors dni!! If I need to add more please let me know. This is also NOT proofread, so beware lmao

Peter Jason Quill. A man of mystery, wonder, and most of all. The man of your dreams. That's at least what he tells everyone when he mentions you.

You'd dent it whenever he'd bring it up. Claiming that he wasn't that important to you. He was a want, not a need!

Yet, as the days passed on. He was beginning to become a necessity in your life. Everything from his dorky grin, to his sarcastic sense of humor. He was your boyfriend. Your Star Lord.

As the days went on, it seemed like he spent less time with you. You were venturing with him and the other guardians for so long. But things got dirty with Rowan, and Peter was scared he'd lose you. Afraid that some space villain could use you to their advantage. A hostage situation that Peter couldn't bare to even think of.

"I want to help," you told him, but he only smiled. Reaching up to brush some hair from your eyes.

"Baby, you can help by holding the fort down. You're safer here," "I can take care of myself, Quill," you spat, and he chuckled at your spitfire attitude. "I know you can, why do you think I like you?" He teased and you rolled your eyes. Crossing your arms across your chest. "I need something to look forward to when I get home," he cooed, holding your hips while swaying the both of you lightly. Pulling your body against his while his head leant closer to yours.

A giggle did happen to escape your lips. Leaning up to press a kiss to his nose. A snicker leaving his mouth at your action. His grip tightening a bit as you reached out to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "All right, but my Star Lord better be quick. I might have to find someone else to bug if he takes too long." You spoke with a small pout, and he sighed. "Well, your Star Lord doesn't like the sound of that. He'll be home as quick as I can," He cooed, leaning forward to press a loving kiss to your lips. He was mesmerizing.

He took forever to come home it seemed. The first few nights were fine. You could handle a few days by yourself, but on the fourth night? That's when it started to feel weird. To feel as if something was missing from the comfort of your bed.

Someone.

Peter wasn't the quietest sleeper, but he was a distraction from your thoughts. You were able to lay on his chest and focus on his heart beat and deep breaths. Or the sound of his faint snoring. Even the sound of him talking in his sleep here or there. He was truly a mouth even in his sleep.

You found yourself curled up on your shared bed many of the nights. Lying on your side while humming the songs that he would play or sing for you. Even going as far as listening to the CD's on the CD player that he happened to find. Falling asleep to the songs that he would often hum around your home. It was comforting and felt like maybe he was there.

Peter on the other hand felt more lost than ever. He found himself looking over his shoulder for you. Thinking of a topic of interest or question to ask you and blurting out the beginning of the sentence before he finally realized that you weren't there with him. Getting a weird glance from his crew mates.

When he was finally on his way home he couldn't move any faster.

He was racing back to your shared home faster than any man had ever raced. Rocket had even dropped a few comments about it. Something about how you had him wrapped around your finger. Or something else, he wasn't quite sure. He could care less to listen to what the talking raccoon had to say.

When Peter got to the house it was empty. The door was locked, and the lights were off. His face fell as he stepped into the dimly lit home. His key for your home in hand. Shutting the door with a click of a button. His eyes scanning for any sign of where you could be. He needed nothing more than to pull you in for a hug. To lay down with you and never let you go again.

"Baby?" He called out, dropping his coat and bag on the nearest chair. His hand holding over his blaster when he heard movement in your bedroom. "Hey, you in there?" He asked, furrowing his brows before pushing the door open with the tip of his boot.

His shoulders relaxed when he saw you standing in the center of the room. Facing the door with wide eyes. The glow of the city lights that bled through your bedroom window left a glow around you that made you look like some celestial life form to Peter.

"Hey," He repeated, the both of you staring for a moment or two again before you jumped into his arms. Peter leaning back to lift you off the floor a little. Then dropping you back to your feet. Arms wrapped tight around your waist.

"I didn't think you'd ever come back," You spoke dramatically, and Peter snorted. "Me? I always come back. How could I leave someone as hot as you waiting?" He teased, and you rolled your eyes. Pressing your hands to his chest while looking to the side. "Nevermind, maybe you could have stayed away another week," you sneered. Which of course, Peter just laughed. Leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

"Hm, I could have, but what can I say? I like torturing you." He sighed, leaning his forehead against the side of your head. "I see you're wearing my shirt anyways?" He spoke with slight question. Reaching down to tug at the fabric that hung off your body. It fit you nicely, in his opinion. Something about seeing you in his clothes just did something to him. It always did.

"Shut up before I regret giving you my house key," you snarled, looking you at your lover. A mistake that you'd surly make again.

He was staring at you with such a mix of adoration and mischief. Grinning while running his hands on your sides. "Quill," you warned, but he didn't listen. You knew he wouldn't, either.

His lips were pressed on yours in seconds. Holding you in place with a firm grip. You were thankful. Sure that if his hands weren't holding you up, you would have melted to the floor. Every kiss from him felt better and more intoxicating than the last.

A soft laugh escaped past his lips. The noise bleeding into your own mouth. "What?" You asked between kissed, and he only shook his head. "Just thinking about how much I fucking missed you, is all." He sighed, leading you over to the bed before peeling his uniform off. Tossing everything on the ground. If it weren't for you, your home would be a mess with how he littered all his belongings everywhere he went.

"Miss me that much?" You asked. Your eyes wandering your lovers body as he stripped down to nothing but his boxers. Climbing into bed beside you. "Oh, you don't even know. Got so bad Drax was telling me to shut up about you," He snickered, kissing the side of your face while pulling you closer.

It wasn't until he mentioned Drax that you remembered why he was away for so long. Why you had to stay back and 'hold the fort down,' as he said weeks prior.

"Is everyone okay?" You asked, and he furrowed his brows. Nodding his head while pulling you just a little closer. "Yeah, of course they are." He assured. "We're the Guardians of The Galaxy, Baby. We ain't goin' no where." You could only roll your eyes at his words. Reaching out to drape your arms around him while rolling onto his chest.

"I'm glad you're safe," you muttered against his skin. You weren't even looking at him and you could already see the giant smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm glad you are too." He hummed, reaching out to rub the side of your face. Guiding your head up in order to look at him.

He stared at you for a while. His eyes swimming in yours. Finally parting from your gaze to look over the rest of your features. His thumb swiping over your cheek, then your lips. "God, I missed you," he whined, pulling you in for another kiss. Just this one felt needier than the last. Curiosity surging through you on what spurred this on. Did something happen while he was away? Or did he just miss you that much? Then again, it was Peter. He was always pulling you in for kisses that almost always turned into more than just a kiss. The man was far from innocent, even if he liked acting that way at times.

He rolled you on to your back. His hands sprawled on your sides before they rubbed down to cup your ass. A cocksure grin pulling the corners of his lips tight. "You're such a perv," you hissed against his lips, but he only laughed. His lips trailing from yours, down to your neck. Kissing and sucking. Making sure that there were marks the both of you could see in the morning.

"How much did you miss me?" He asked you with a brow raised. Kissing down your chest. His shirt being the only thing that kept his skin from yours. "Come on, humor me," He pleaded with a grin. "I missed you," "Yeah, but how much?" He asked again, smiling a bit more when you rolled your eyes. "A lot." He snickered, hands running under the shirt to grope at your skin. "Good boy," he teased with a smirk. You wished you could melt away with all his playful remarks. Hide and never be seen again, but you knew if anyone would take care of you. It'd be Peter.

"Have I ever told you how handsome you are?" He asked, tugging the shirt up your body. You moved to help him pull it off of you. Leaving your upped half bare. Which left Peter with ample room to mark and oggle.

"All the time," you responded with a blush. It seemed like one of his favorite things to do was compliment you. Shower you with praise and remind you how loved you really were. Even if you didn't have anyone else. You always had him, and he was sure to let you know that any chance that he got.

He bit the side of your stomach. Your body jolting at the sensation of the pinch of his teeth. "Quill!" You snapped, and he giggled. "M'bad," He slurred, his fingers hooking in the hem of your pants. Dancing up through his eyelashes. "May I?" He asked, and you sighed.

You nearly said 'yes', but a smirk of your own fell on your face. Pursing your lips to stifle a laugh. "No," you spoke in a teasing tone. Curious how he would act to your attitude tonight. "Come on," He whined. Laying his chin on your stomach. "What's a guy gotta do to get in his boyfriends pants?" He pouted. His agony only making you snicker.

"How much did you miss me?" You asked this time. Quill knew what game you were playing. Truthfully, he was all for it, too.

"More than you can ever imagine. I'd like to show you, too," He hummed, staring up at you with such a dreamy gaze. He always looked at you like this. As if you hung the stars and the moons that circled the system. You were more of a God than any God he ever heard of. If he could worship you more than he already did, he would.

"What if I show you?" You quipped, his brows raising with curiosity. "I'm all ears, handsome."

You took your time. Shifting your body while motioning him to lay on his back. Peter couldn't move fast enough. It had only been about three weeks away from you, but he was so pent up already. Aching for any touch you had to offer him. He could eat you up if you'd let him. Be embraced in nothing but you.

Once he was on his back, and you were onto of him. He was more antsy than when he was in control of the situation at hand. His body squirming beneath you while his hands fought to find a place to settle. Your hips, thighs, beside him on the bed, he couldn't decide.

His hips thrusted up when you reached down to palm his erection. His face scrunching up with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Shit," You only laughed at how needy he was. Taking note of how red his face turned when you did. "Missed me a lot, huh?" You teased. "Hey, what can I say? My hand doesn't do the trick when I got you at home," He shot back with a grin. He was something else.

You slid down his body. Hands trailing down his chest, stomach, and then hooking on the waist band of his boxers. Kissing the skin that your hands trailed over. Even planting a kiss on the tip of his clothed erection. Peter let out a groan at that. His head falling back while his chest began to heave. He was already such a mess, and you had barely begun.

Peter let out a grunt when you tugged his boxers down. Lulling him to lift his hips so it would be easier to move them down. "This how much you missed me?" He asked, a moan slipping out at the end of his sentence when your hand ran over the tip of his dick. "You have told me before that I'm better with my actions over words," you half answered the question. Leaning down to lick up his shaft before he could even get another snarky word out of that damn mouth of his.

"Oh dear Lord," He sighed, his hand coming to tangle in your hair while you took him into your mouth. "You're like my own personal angel, I swear," He rambled. Something he often did when you sucked him off.

When his hands tugged a little harsher at your hair, and his hips began trying to thrust up into your throat. You knew he was close, but you didn't let him finish. Pulling off of him with a 'pop' that left Peter whining out in annoyance. "I was so close," he stammered. You already knew that, and he knew that you knew.

When you began climbing over his body he was quick to straighten up. His eyes now focused on yours. Watching you intently as your face grew closer to his. "I love you, Star Lord," he smiled, a soft gaze in his eyes that quickly grew mischievous. "And I love you, Baby," he lulled, gripping your hips before positioning you over his tip. "Shall we?" He asked, watching as you smiled while rolling your eyes. Only answering with your actions rather than your words.

You leant down to lock his lips with yours. Sinking onto him at a lenient pace. "God I missed this," you both sighed into the dark room. You both had missed this, but you also just missed each other. This just happened to be the closest way you could both get to each other.

His hands gripped at your sides. A grunt rumbling from his chest when you moved. "I'm not gonna last long," He breathed out, his eyes already growing heavy. His breath rugged and hips struggling to be still.

"All right, then make it quick and good, Peter," you complied. Rolling your hips while motioning your head to the side. Peter taking the hint to grab and flip you onto your back. The fight to be still was gone. Now he had permission to move as fast as he wanted.

His thrusts started out long and hard, but he was quick to speed up to a pace that had you both making noises. Moans, grunts, pants, cries. All of the above could be heard from your home. Echoing and bouncing through the walls while Peter bounced you on his dick.

"Pete," you called out, and he was there in an instant. Leaning down to lock his lips with your own while one hand came in between both of your bodies. Rubbing your clit while he fucked you just right.

For saying he wasn't going to last long. He wound up lasting longer than either of you thought he would. Able to bring you up to your orgasm before he pulled out and came on your stomach. A mess that he would clean up for you. Just like his trinkets and clothes that he scattered around your home. That was something he would save for later. Right now he was exhausted. Worn out from mind blowing sex, and his long journey where he hardly got any rest.

"Are you able to stay for a while?" You asked, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath that you took. "Yeah, probably a week or two before Rocket decides he wants to steal something shiny," He muttered against your shoulder. Pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. "Good. I have more planned for us than just sleeping together," you tittered, and he smiled. "I wouldn't want anything less, sugar."

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[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 3 - Tea (Lucifer)

09/16/2023 - 09/18/2023

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 434

Warnings: Reader drinks scalding hot tea on accident, but that's it!

Gender: Gender Neutral

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

A defeated sigh escaped Lucifer's lips as Y/N slid into the seat across from him, a huge grin on their face.

"Y/N," Lucifer greeted dryly, lips pursed as he watched the mortal in front of him. There's a moment of silence where Y/N analyzes his features before lacing their fingers together.

"Oh wipe that pout off your face," Y/N said, studying the demon from behind their shades. "You know you'll end up thanking me anyways."

"I won't," Lucifer replied, frown beginning to etch onto his face. "But you're welcome to try anything you'd like."

And with that, Y/N flagged down a waiter, and ordered drinks for the both of them. Two very specific drinks. Two very specific drinks that also happened to be the reason why Lucifer was sat in a cafe in the Human Realm against his will in the beginning of Autumn.

Pumpkin Spiced Lattes.

Just thinking about the flavoring made Lucifer grimace. Based on the countless ramblings, courtesy of Y/N, he assumed the drinks to be far too sweet for his tastes. What's more, it's pumpkin flavoring. How could that possibly taste good?

Some time passed by and Lucifer realized that there was another reason why he disliked Pumpkin Spiced Lattes. They take far too long to make. It was beginning to grate on his nerves, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. Sometimes, he truly regretted making a pact with a mortal human that couldn't keep themselves out of trouble from day 1.

Eventually though, the Pumpkin Spiced Lattes arrived, and Y/N could only watch Lucifer's reaction through bated breath (while sipping on their own latte, mind you-).

Slurp.

"It is..." Lucifer began.

"It's what Luci?" Y/N asked.

"It is...as I thought. Downright terrible, disgusting, I never want to put it in my mouth ever again."

Sighing, Y/N merely took Lucifer's latte out of his side of the table and brought it next to their own. More for them, they supposed.

This time, Lucifer flagged down the waiter from earlier. "Yes, hello. I would like to order the," Lucifer peered down at the menu that seemed to have materialized into this hands out of nowhere. "Honeysuckle Hot Cider Herbal Tea, please."

Within minutes, the waiter returned with Lucifer's choice of beverage, and he looked quite proud, seeing that his drink did not take much time at all to make. Turning to where Y/N sat, sipping two lattes at a time now (because the mortal was insane), Lucifer said, "Now that's a desirable beverage. No pumpkin. Enough spice. No latte."

Author's Note: And that's the fourth day of Hauntober for you! I've gotta say, I personally find Lucifer hating pumpkin flavored things with a burning passion rather humorous. Slightly unprecedented, but somehow still in character, no?

See you in the next fic!

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[siempre-bucky]

Hi! I hope you’re having a good weekend :) Could you please write “come on under the covers with me.” for Javy? Thank you <3

Javy 'Coyote' Machado x Reader

summary: you and Javy have a tradition of a lazy day in October, but it was interrupted with direct orders, yet that doesn't stop you from trying to convince him to stay.

wc: 574

a/n: thank you so much for requesting anon! Javy is so so special to me and I love writing for him! i hope you like this

You and Javy were on your fourth Halloween movie of the day, snuggled up together underneath a thick plaid blanket. The aviator passed you the small plate of his homemade pumpkin cookies and placed his arm around you. “You know they get together in real life,” you hummed, taking one of the cookies before placing the plate back on the coffee table filled with the other sweets he made. 

Javy smiled at the two actors and lovingly ran his fingers along the nape of your neck, “Funny how life works out that way,” he said with a smile. You turned your attention back to the television and broke apart the cookie, handing the other half to him. 

His phone started to vibrate on the arm of the couch, a grimace instantly taking over his lips. All his friends knew about the October tradition the two of you shared if he wasn’t deployed, they knew better than to bug him. “Hello,” he answered. You looked up to him, his face was stone and unreadable as the deep voice spoke inaudibly on the other end. “Yes, sir. I understand,” he said evenly. 

Your heart sank at his tone and the disappointed look on his chiseled features, “Javy?” you finally spoke up, eyes following his arm as he hung up the phone and placed it back down on the arm of the couch. 

“There was something with the night flying instructor, I got called in for the night. I’m sorry,” he sighed, kissing your forehead and making motions to stand up. Your body suddenly felt cold as he stood to full height, the beautiful muscles of his back flexing as he stretched. 

“Don’t they have someone else?” you whined. You pulled your legs up on the couch and rose to your knees, capturing Javy’s wrist as he walked to the side. “You could say you’re not feeling well, the oven caught fire?” the man above you chucked at your suggestions, leaning down to kiss you. 

His lips felt heavenly, they were the plushest things that you felt so undeserving to have them placed upon your own. You rose higher, chasing his lips until you were standing, albeit wobbly, on the couch. His arms wrapped around your waist to balance you, “You know why they called me,” he mumbled, finally breaking the kiss. 

You grinned at the sudden display of confidence. “I know,” you giggled, kissing him again. 

He groaned playfully and pulled away, “Baby..” 

“Come on under the covers with me,” you pouted in one last joking attempt to get him to stay. 

“If they weren’t direct orders I would never leave.” 

Javy hugged you tightly before leaving to get ready, he was always prepared and had his backpack ready to go by your bedroom door. You paused the movie and folded the blanket while you waited for him to come back. “Will you be gone overnight?” you called up to him. 

“Just a few hours, I promise,” he spoke, coming back down the stairs with his tan backpack slung over his strong shoulder. You met him by the door and held one of the cookies to his lips. Javy gratefully took it between his teeth while he grabbed his keys. “I’ll see you soon, don’t watch the rest without me.” Javy took the cookie out of his mouth and kissed you on the cheek. 

“Be safe, don’t give them a hard time.” 

“See—that I can’t promise.” 

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[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Seven

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

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Looking up moodily at your night shift body guard, you waited in silence for him to open your room.

"No hello?" Insu teased, tilting his head. "How was your day? I've missed you terribly?"

"Hello, Insu," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "How was your day? I have missed you terribly."

"Well," he clucked. "It doesn't sound genuine when I have to prompt you."

"Can I please just go inside?" you whined, rubbing your forehead to ease the oncoming headache.

"Sure," he nodded. Letting the tension ease from your shoulders, you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves. "But it'll cost you."

"I have a sneaking suspicion that you're not talking about money," you groaned.

"Not at all," he smiled easily. "Money's worthless. You're time, however, is valuable."

"What do you want?"

"Grab your ice bucket," he said gently. "Let's go for a walk."

"I don't want to go for a walk," you pouted. "I've walked enough today. And ridden a bike. And fallen off that bike. And then thought my date died."

Insu nodded politely. "I think you need to decompress."

"I'm perfectly capable of decompressing in the comfort of my bed," you muttered.

"Where you can thought spiral through every hypothetical way you could have reacted on your date?" he smirked. "Perfect idea. Have a great night!"

"You're a little too perceptive for your own good," you grumbled. "Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"I read people for a living, Y/N," sighed. "You're just one of the lucky ones I like."

"I don't see why," you lamented, not proud of yourself, but searching for solace nonetheless. "I'm a walking disaster."

"Hardly," he said, tapping your room key against the door. Shouldering it open, he waited for you to pass him and go in. "Now come on. I'll even give you five minutes for a bathroom break before I expect to see you back out here."

Sliding into your room, you glanced at him over your shoulder. "How charitable."

After spending at least ten minutes sat on the sink, totally not thought spiraling, Insu's fourth round of knocking finally pushed you to hop off the counter. Snagging the ice bucket from beside you, you shuffled back toward the door and yanked it open. Chewing on your lip, you narrowed your eyes at the dastardly man.

"That was much longer than five minutes."

"Should've come in after me," you sighed, breezing past him. "What if I had passed out on the toilet? Some body guard you are."

"I'm here to protect you from other people," he chuckled. "Not from yourself."

"Comforting," you deadpanned. "I'll remember that the next time I feel faint."

The two of you walked down the hallway in companionable silence for a moment, giving you time to let your eyes wander from door to door. You were curious who was hidden where and if they were all comfortable with the current arrangements. Now you had three men, three celebrities, locked up for what could be weeks. They'd be missing crucial schedules, studio time, and dance practices...all because of you.

"You have no control over what fans do," Insu said quietly, seeming to have read your mind.

"Get out of my head," you huffed, glaring over your shoulder at him.

"I don't have to be in your head to know you're going through it," he hummed. "I can tell by your body language."

"Please, enlighten me," you sighed, coming to a halt and spinning toward him. "What is my body saying?"

You tried to ignore the up and down assessment he gave you.

"Your shoulders are tense," he noted. "You're either chewing on your lip or the inside of your cheek at any give time. Your arms are wrapped so tightly around the ice bucket, you-"

"Okay, okay," you accepted. "Apparently my body is talkative. I get it."

Turning back around, you started your trek again.

"I'm here to listen," Insu prompted from behind you. "If you want to talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about," you alleged. "Plus I'm sure Hyuk gave you the full report."

"I did have to set three of his fingers," Insu confessed. "But he didn't get into specifics."

Whirling around again, your eyes were wide. "He didn't go to the hospital?"

"Not if he can avoid it," he smirked. "It's kind of the nature of the business."

"Great," you gasped, throwing your hands in the air, ice bucket included. "So I've been the cause for two people's physical injuries, my apartment being torn apart, AND everyone being held up in hotel rooms like some kind of fancy prison."

"Hey," Insu said quietly, taking slow steps to close the distance between the two of you. You hadn't noticed it previously, but you were breathing heavily and tears may or may not have started to escape your eyes.

Placing his hands lightly on your shoulders, he slid his fingers carefully down to your elbows and then back up again. "You're not responsible for any of that."

"I am," you whined. You were on the brink of becoming a blubbering mess. "I'm the unlikable one. Fans don't like me. That's why all of this is happening. I'm supposed to be better. I'm supposed to be more deserving."

"Come here," Insu said gruffly, pulling you against him. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he placed a hand gently on the back of your head. "With the fan-bases these guys have, no one will ever be good enough. It's not personal."

"They made it personal," you squeaked into his suit. While you weren't proud of your breakdown, you were enjoying the unexpected safety Insu provided. "They took away everything."

"They didn't," he insisted. "They can't take away how you react to the situation, and you've been doing well. Better than anyone can expect, really."

Pulling away from him, you caught Insu's eyes. "Why are you being so sweet?"

"I can't comfort a friend in need?" he smiled, patting your head absently before stepping back.

"We're friends?" you chirped, quietly pleased by this development.

"I guess we are," Insu hummed, seeming surprised by his own words.

You smiled softly at him, allowing this new, bubbly feeling to float through you. If not watched carefully, you knew it could be dangerous, and you already had enough boy-related problems on your hands.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice questioned from behind you.

Turning around, you couldn't help but feel the moment between you and Insu had been snuffed out. You were only mildly horrified with yourself as you felt a slight disappointment at another person joining the conversation until you realized who it was.

"Jungkook!" you grinned. It took everything in you not to greet him with a big hug.

He seemed to have no qualms though.

"Y/N!" he breathed, an easy smile filling his face. Crossing the hallway, he pulled you in for a hug. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he tucked you into his frame, enveloping you in warmth.

"It's so good to see you," he whispered into your hair.

"It's good to see you too," you sighed, leaning back to get a better look at him, but remaining in his arms. He looked as handsome as ever.

Clearing his throat behind you, Insu made his presence abundantly clear.

Stepping away from Jungkook, you felt heat creep up your neck. You glanced behind Jungkook, his won bodyguard giving an awkward wave.

"Sorry," Jungkook winced, nodding briefly to Insu. Focusing on you again, he grinned. "How are you?"

"I've been better," you admitted. "I'm hoping they filled you in when they moved you here?"

"A little bit," he grimaced. "Y/N, I am so sorry. I can't believe anyone would do that, let alone someone who would call themselves a fan of any of us."

"They killed my fish," you blurted, not realizing how much that thought burdened you.

"What?" he gasped, his eyes growing wide. He pulled you in for another hug. "You've been through so much."

"Y/N," Insu grunted behind you. "It's best we get going."

"Right," you nodded, stepping away from Jungkook. If the producers saw the two of you fraternizing in the hallway, it likely wouldn't go over well.

"I'm glad I saw you," Jungkook nodded, eyes bright. "Even if it was only for a minute."

You smirked before glancing to your feet. "I didn't get to ask, but you're doing okay?"

"I'm doing great," he chimed. "I've gotten more sleep than I have in years. And three meals a day! Can you even imagine?"

You let out an unexpected laugh. "That's a relief to hear. I'm glad you're resting well."

"So are the other guys," he nodded, somehow knowing that would comfort you. "Just to clarify. We're all taking this in stride."

"You've talked to them?" you asked, tilting your head.

"Hongseok and I get meals together downstairs sometimes," he said, an idea lighting up his expression. "You should meet with us!"

"Y/N," Insu cautioned. His quiet reminder that you've dallied too long.

"We should," you agreed before squeezing his bicep lightly. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay," Jungkook hummed, giving the cutest nose scrunch.

Taking a deep breath, you continued down the hallway past him, willing yourself not to look back. You hadn't realized how reassuring his presence would be. He was the only one who hadn't really been privy to the nightmare this experience had become, so it was such a relief to touch base. Plus he confirmed that he and Hongseok were doing just fine. You hoped he would begin including San in their shared meals as well.

Walking into the ice room in a bit of a daze, it took you a moment to realize how quiet Insu was being.

Turning to look at him as you filled your bucket, you were surprised when he didn't make eye contact. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said shortly.

"Apparently not," you chuckled nervously, feeling his mood change rolling off him in waves.

"We wasted too much time," he muttered. "We could've both gotten in trouble."

"It was just a quick conversation," you reasoned. "It wasn't really a big deal."

"Every minute you are outside of the safety of your room is a big deal," he said, glaring.

"Whoa," you winced, tucking your now full ice bucket back under your arm. "Down, tiger."

"I'm not going to endanger you just so some celebrity can get in his five minutes," he grumbled, looking anywhere but at you. "I'm sure that little stunt added quite the points in his favor."

"Insu," you whispered, recoiling from him as if you had been slapped. "Jungkook isn't like that."

"Right," he scoffed, turning around and leading you back into the hall.

Normally you walked in front of your body guard, but this time, he was stomping in front of you.

What was his issue?

Was he...jealous?

"Someone got really grumpy, rather quickly," you muttered, arriving at your door. Stepping in your way, Insu glared down at you.

"Just watch yourself, okay?" he said sternly. "These guys sell a fantasy every day. They're good at it."

"Heaven forbid someone genuinely likes me," you huffed.

"I didn't say they couldn't," he shot back. "All I'm saying is-"

"Yeah, yeah," you groaned. "Poor little Y/N, manipulated by the heart throb. I get it."

"Y/N," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That's not what I'm saying at all."

"Then come out with it!" you gasped. This day had been far too long and complicated for your liking. You were ready to hide under your blankets and never come out.

"I care about your well being!" he burst, his hands curling into fists as he let them drop to his sides. "I don't want to see you hurt!"

You chewed on his comment for a moment, watching as he continued to stare at you, frustration painted across his handsome face. "Why, Insu?"

"I told you earlier, I like you, Y/N," he struggled. "You don't want to see people you favor falling into situations where they're not watching out for themselves."

"You said you couldn't protect me from myself," you said quietly. "Remember?"

Insu let out a small grunt. "Stubborn."

"Exhausted," you corrected. "Thoroughly done. Burned out. Let me into my room."

Smacking your room's key card against the keypad, Insu backed into door. Keeping it open wide as you walked past, you could feel his eyes boring into you from behind.

"Goodnight," you huffed.

Without saying a word, he stepped into the hallway, closing the door softly behind him.

..

Your next date wasn't until the following evening, giving you plenty of time to stew in your disaster of a date, the situation with Insu, and the small rendezvous with Jungkook. Saying you were confused and irritable was an understatement.

You were already in the thick of things with three different idols and had four more to go. You couldn't go throwing Insu into the situation when your heart and mind were completely disoriented. You had never navigated anything quite this intense in your life.

Jungkook had pure intentions, of that you were sure. That's why Insu's outburst had shaken you so much. He didn't know anything about these guys, and it was clear in the way he was acting. That being said, you couldn't help that it had sewed the smallest seed of doubt in your mind. He was right, idols were well-versed in giving the illusion of attainability. Surely they weren't putting on an act just to win the competition...were they? The cameras weren't even around when you had bumped into Jungkook. He had no reason to be so caring if that were the case.

"Damnit, Insu," you hissed, knowing this would dwell in the back of your head. How dare he open that door when you were already feeling like you were going crazy.

Lost in thought, you yanked open the door of your hotel room right after you heard a knock. Hyuk had dropped you off for makeup and hair not long ago with the promise of your date starting soon. It was going to be a formal evening, so you were dressed exceptionally well (at least to your own standards). Shimmying out your shoulders, you tried to focus on the task at hand. You would have fun tonight, even if it killed you.

Glancing up from your uncomfortable shoes, you were taking aback at seeing Insu again so quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you croaked, unintentionally sounding annoyed by his mere presence.

Insu's eyebrows shot up. "This is an evening date. Am I not your night shift bodyguard?"

Right. Somehow it had completely evaded you that he would be the one escorting you this evening.

"Perfect," you muttered, shaking your head. This was just great.

Barging your way around him, you started down the hall, trying to calm your anxiety. It was hard enough jumping into another blind date, let alone with your moody body guard in tow.

Stepping into the elevator, you scooted as far away from him as you could. Maybe it was a bit immature, but you were emotionally frazzled before you had even blown up at each other last night. It was to be expected that you were still a little bit raw.

Punching at the button for the lobby, Insu became a statue beside you. Remaining quiet, it wasn't until the end of the elevator ride that he finally spoke up. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks," you managed, not allowing for his kind words to melt the ice that had frozen around you.

"Y/N," he sighed, turning slightly toward you. "Surely you can understand where I was coming from-"

"Doubling down is not the optimal move here," you grumbled, holding up a hand in the air between you. "I'm trying to get into a good mental space to handle this date. I really don't want to talk about last night."

"Can we talk later?" he asked, tilting his head.

"No."

"Y/N-"

"I'll think about it," you groaned. "Okay? Just give me some space for tonight."

Giving a curt nod, Insu stepped back into his position beside you.

It wasn't long before the elevator doors slid open, exposing you to the commotion that was the hotel lobby. Taking a deep breath, you stepped from the small space. Furrowing your brows, you were surprised to see a handsome man, dressed in a full suit in front of you. The cameras were on and waiting for your arrival.

"Wow," his surprisingly gravely voice purred. Reaching out to take your hand, he smiled. "You must be Y/N."

"I am," you said cautiously.

"I'm Got7's Jackson," he smiled. "And you are absolutely gorgeous."

You tried to ignore the sharp intake of breath from behind you.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

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