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Incorrect Quotes - Part 2

All of these were taken from Pinterest - again, I am not this funny

Special thank you to @sinfully-yoursss for asking for another one!

Max: Do you ever do anything except whine like a little bitch?  Y/n: Sometimes I whine like a BIG bitch 

Arthur (propping his feet up on a table): So, I heard you like bad boys Y/n: What? No??? Arthur (immediately taking his feet off the table): Oh thank God, that felt terrible 

Christian: Where’s Y/n and the child?  Toto: Y/n is teaching him how to drive Christian: Y/n never learned to drive??????

*Meanwhile*

Y/n: So there’s two pedals. Sometimes three but you can ignore the left one  Kimi: I don’t think…. Y/n: the lines on the road are more like suggestions than anything, like the speed limit Kimi: Are you positive that… Y/n: I’m not sure how to turn on the blinkers. Ready?  Kimi: Uhhhhh Y/n (shouting): GO GO GO GO  Kimi (screaming) *floors it* 

Nurse: I’m sorry sir, we can only allow family to see Miss L/n at this time  Christian: bold of you to assume I won’t legally adopt her right now  Y/n (sleepy, inside the hospital wing): you tell ‘em dad! 

Max: Your honor, my client is ready  Judge: And what does the defendant plead?  Max (mouthing the words): not guilty  Y/n (squinting at Max): hot milky Max (facepalms): take her away 

Y/n: Deck the halls with crippling depression  Charles: Fa la la la la, la la la la  Y/n: ‘Tis the season for emotional suppression  Arthur: Fa la la la la, la la la la  Max (passing through): what??? 

Y/n (on the phone): Hey Lance, can Arthur and I borrow $5000?  Lance: Why the hell do you need $5000?!  Y/n: For an escape room.  Lance: What kind of escape room costs 5 grand??  Y/n:  Y/n: Jail.

Max (answers phone): hello?  Y/n: It’s Y/n Max: What did she do this time  Y/n: no, it’s me, Max  Max: what did you do this time 

Y/n (on the floor): Go on…without me! Lando (crying while kneeling beside her): No! We can get through this together, just like we always do!  Y/n: There’s no time! You must defend our honor. Don’t let my death be for nothing!  Lando (sobbing): I can’t do this without you!  Y/n: Goodbye, old friend….(goes limp) Oscar (whispering to Max): They do realize this is just a dodgeball game, right?   Max (aiming at Lando): Oscar, this is war. Show no mercy. 

Oscar: One day, someone will think about you for the last time in eternity. You will be forgotten by the world  Y/n: not if I eat the Mona Lisa 

Yuki: I’m small but knowing  Y/n: You don’t be knowing what the top shelf looks like  Yuki:  Y/n:  Yuki: Bitch 

Y/n: Go big or go home! Vito (tears in his eyes): I am begging you, Y/n. For once in your life, go home. Just this once. Go. Home.  Y/n: I’m gonna go big

Y/n: I will do a lot of thing. But admitting I’m cold to Max after he told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them 

Max: I sleep with a knife beside my bed  Carlos: I have a machete under my bed  Logan: I have a gun under my pillow  Arthur: Weak. Pathetic. All of you  Max: And what deadly weapon do you sleep with?  Arthur (putting on shades): Y/n 

Arthur: I will speak French between your legs  Y/n: That is the hottest thing I’ve ever been told  Lando: I’m just imagining someone screaming “Bonjour” to a dick Daniel: SACRE BLEAU MADEMOISELLE HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS  Logan (wheezing): TITTY CROISANTS  Max: None of you should ever be having sex 

Y/n: Hey do you know anyone who can teach me how to play the trumpet?  Alex: Why? Y/n: I wanna wander around the paddock and annoy Esteban  Logan: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play it for that  Y/n: You have opened my eyes Logan 

Max (not looking up from his book): what did he do now?  Y/n: HE SMILED  Max: At you?  Y/n: No, at Oscar and Ollie but HE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL  Max: go away  Y/n: shut up, I watched you pine over Charles for months – let me have this  Max: carry on 

Arthur: I came up with a brilliant idea for a prank  Y/n: Ooh, what is it?  Arthur: We should kiss.  Y/n: …I don’t get it  Arthur: Think about it! Imagine Max and Charles come into the garage, only to find us making out, hands all over each other. You can sit in my lap and we’ll really just go to town. Max will be like “WHAAAAAAA” and Charles might even faint!  Y/n: Oh, that’s hilarious! We totally should 

Esteban: The math problem isn’t so hard, it’s just a simple repetition of-  Y/n (frustrated): You’re a simple repetition  Esteban:  Y/n:  Charles: Did Y/n really just hurt Esteban’s feelings  Max: I’m so freakin proud 

Y/n (googling): snake bite leg what to do  Google: elevate and apply pressure  Y/n (lifting the snake really high): apologize or else 

Y/n: with all due respect  Y/n: Y/n: which is none 

Toto: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Kimi: Maybe a little tipsy?  George: Drunk.  Y/n: Wasted.  Lewis: Dead. 

Esteban: Could you at least try to be nice?  Y/n: You’re still breathing. That’s me being nice. 

Oscar: Hey do you have a bag I can borrow?  Zhou: The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they’re specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence  Oscar: Literally all you had to do was say no 

Max (at Y/n’s funeral): Can I have a moment alone with her?  Arthur: Of course *leaves*  Max (leaning over the coffin): Now listen, I know you’re not dead  Y/n: no duh 

Y/n: Ow!  Oscar: You dislocated your shoulder. Want me to pop it back in?  Y/n (grimacing): Yeah…okay Oscar: All right, on 3….0, 1 *pops shoulder back in*  Y/n: MOTHERFU- WHO THE HELL STARTS AT 0 

Yuki: Hey Y/n, did you eat all the powdered donuts?  Y/n: …No?  Yuki: Then what’s that white powder on your pants Y/n (panicking): cocaine

Y/n: Max, I think you should play the role of my father  Max: I don’t want to be your father Y/n: That’s perfect. You already know your lines 

Lando: Can I be frank with you guys?  Y/n: I don’t know how changing your name is going to help us here, but sure?  Charles: Wait, can I still be Charles?  Oscar: Shh, let Frank speak. 

Lewis: I have a bad feeling about this.  Y/n: What do you mean?  Lewis: Don’t you ever have that little voice in your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?  Y/n: no  Lewis: That explains so much 

Y/n: What do you call a fish with no eye (i)?  Oscar (not looking up from his book): myxine circifrons Y/n:  Y/n: fsh  

George: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?  Y/n: Figuratively or literally?  George: Y/n, honestly, the fact that I have to specify 

Mitch: I know you took the last Red Bull Y/n Y/n (internally): play dumb  Y/n: Who’s Y/n?  Y/n (internally): not that dumb! 

Y/n: Big mood  Fernando: What does that mean…big mood?  Y/n: Uh well, it kind of means like, me too, I guess  Fernando: Thanks 

*1 week later before a race in the rain* 

Oscar: I’m kind of worried about this race guys  Fernando: Big mood, Piastri, big mood  Oscar: Y/n what did you do? 

Charles: What’s worse than a DNF at a home race? Y/n: realizing that dragons can’t blow out their birthday candles  Charles:  Charles: mate 

Y/n: You know what? Underneath it all, you’re actually quite nice  Max: Repeat that disgusting slander and you’ll be hearing from my lawyers 

Carlos: Now that I have explained the answer to this problem to you for ten minutes, do you understand?  Y/n: Yes.  Carlos:…Are you lying to me?  Y/n: Yes. 

Christian: Y/n, it’s your turn to give the pre-race talk  Y/n (claps hands): Fuck shit up, hit some barriers, run Charles off the road, don’t die  Max (proudly): succinct and informative 

Max: The FIA really seems to hate us  Charles: Maybe they’re homophobic  Max: We’re not a couple Charles  Charles: We’re not  Y/n: You’re not? 

Vito: Why is Y/n in the bathroom on the floor crying?  Max: She’s drunk  Vito: And? Mitch: She heard that Arthur has a girlfriend  Vito:…but she is Arthur’s girlfriend  Max: Yeah, we know that 

Max (wears lighter skinny jeans and a brighter blue Red Bull polo) Y/n: I see you’re busting out the spring colors 

Oscar: How do you two normally get out of these types of messes?  Lando: We don’t.  Y/n: We just make a bigger mess that cancels out the first one 

*Valentines Day* 

Arthur (reading Y/n’s texts): Y/n just said she’s going to give me 102 minutes of pleasure tonight Max: Oh wow

*Later watching Cars 2* 

Y/n: You look disappointed 

Y/n: Chillax!  Oscar: that’s not a word  Y/n: Sometimes the ones who deny “chillax” are the ones who need to chillax the most

Y/n: You know, water is pretty crazy. It can boil you to death, freeze you to death, drown you, or spin your car out of control, throw you into the barriers and kill you. But you still need it to survive  Max: Y/n, I love you, but its 3 AM 

Christian: Y/n, a word.  Y/n: BALLOON 

Max: I have the sharpest memory! Name one time I forgot something  Y/n: You left Charles in a Walmart like three weeks ago  Max: I did that on purpose, try again 

Vito: Y/n isn’t answering her phone  Arthur: I’ll call  Vito: Max and I have both tried, along with everyone else on the grid. What make you think she’ll answer?  *Calls her anyway* Y/n: Hello? 

Y/n: Oi, where’s your boyfriend?  Max: Who?  Y/n: Charles, where is he?  Max: He’s not my boyfriend Y/n: Have you told him that? 

Fan: Max, what motivates you?  Max: My ambition and desire to push forward no matter what  Fan: Y/n, what about you?  Y/n: An unhealthy mix of spite, pettiness, the thirst for vengeance, and pure, relentless rage. That and a Red Bull in the morning 

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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 5.

Summary: Reader, Oliver, and the mortifying ordeal of being known. Plus clubbing, costume parties, and Oliver being a fucking tease.

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Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: drinking/intoxication/drug use

A/N: 3148 words. now we're cooking with gas, folks! i might be too sleepy for a real author's note, but just know, as always, its unedited and i love you. have fun, please let me know what you think!

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"Can I be bold for a minute?" On the roof of one of the dorm buildings, you and Oliver are waiting for Felix. It's twilight, the sky painted lavender by the setting sun and encroaching night, and everything feels a little dreamy.

"If anyone would appreciate boldness, Ollie, it's me," you tell him blithely around the cigarette you're trying to light. Still, he's quiet for this one moment, watching the way you cup your hand around the little flame to shield it from the wind.

"How did you and Farleigh ever get so close, considering how he treats you?"

You're pretty sure you know why he's asking you, considering what few interactions he'd witnessed between yourself and Farleigh, but it's still unexpected coming from him. For a moment, your gaze flicks to him, eyes narrowed, not quite sure what to make of the interaction. When your gaze meets his, he's looking at you with that intent, inquisitive look he got in moments like these, moments he seemed to fish for information without seeming like that was what he was doing. The silence and look that you level at him seem to throw him off guard, and immediately he drops his gaze to his feet, swinging off the edge of the building.

"That is bold," you finally settle on, watching Oliver fidget. His ankles cross, his shoulders slump; again he makes himself as small as possible. You deliberately make your tone lighter when you continue, "what's got you worried 'bout me an Farleigh?"

"I mean, all I'm saying is that he was being nasty to you, but now you're both kind of acting like he wasn't."

It's true; since his apology that Sunday morning Farleigh had been keeping his word about not being too bitter about Oliver to or even around you and Felix. You, in turn, made a special effort to spend time with him, pay him attention, made him feel like your priority on occasion. Both you and Farleigh were well aware of what you were doing, but he always enjoyed your company and attention, so it wasn't like he was going to complain.

"Farleigh and I understand each other."

"He slept with your girlfriend."

"India's not my girlfriend."

"He- he keeps calling you a dog."

That hit a nerve. You hadn't realised he was paying attention to that back at the pub. You swallow hard and look out at the horizon.

"And?" Raising the cigarette to your lips again, you don't look at him as you take a very long drag on it, "there are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," you breathe out with the smoke.

"Doesn't seem like the way friends should talk about each other is all," Oliver says quietly, notes of apology in his voice; you can see him looking at you again out of the corner of your eye.

"Best friend, actually," you finally sigh, letting the tension drop from your shoulders and the moment. As you look at him over your shoulder, you give a faint smile in the face of his confusion, "we've known each other long enough that we can say pretty much anything we want to each other. Only problem is that Farleigh knows that pushing my buttons also pushes Fi's buttons, which is why he does it so often. He's a shit-stirrer, but you haven't known us long enough to know he doesn't really mean it," you tell him with surprising fondness in your voice.

"I'm sorry for prying," Oliver says earnestly, and you smile wider.

"I'm sorry for being so defensive; I realise how it must look from the outside."

Before anything else can be said, the door to the roof bursts open, and Felix greets you both with a hundred-watt smile and a packet of fish and chips in his hands. You descend on him like a seagull, swapping your cigarette for the hot food, tearing into the paper wrapping and settling by the wall at the edge of the roof near Oliver once more.

There's a beat where Felix is watching you and Oliver, his smile soft and fond and endeared, but there's something in his eyes that's been there since that lunched they'd shared at the pub -

"I shouldn't say -" there's a lot of things Felix shouldn't do that he does anyways. Considering his wealth, he could get away with a lack of self control, "I just genuinely didn't know, I mean I might have guessed- did you know?"

"Know what, Fi?" You're still in his bed, bleary-eyed and desperately wanting to go back to sleep when he'd come back from the pub buzzing instead of tired, as he'd predicted.

He'd spent the better part of the afternoon with his head on your chest, explaining the almost Dickensian tragedy that was Oliver's life. Sure you were listening, but you didn't have much to contribute other than faint noises of interest while your fingers carded through his hair.

There's something about the way Felix recounts all this information to you, the way he finds it salacious and heart-breaking all in one. You can hear in his voice that he'd captivated, that he's endeared by the struggle that has followed Oliver throughout his life. As much as you loved him, you'd watched time and again the way he'd fall for tragic tales and the people who'd recount them; Felix had a saviour complex, and it was the only thing the two of you had ever fought about.

Last year it had been Eddie, the worst of the bunch so far. Like Oliver but in the opposite direction; too much, too loud, too confident to hide his ugly secrets and desperation to be wanted. Eddie had been Icarus, taking for granted the wax wings Felix had given him, the good life, attention, a comrade who almost understood him. But he'd played with fire, played with Venetia too many times, and the wax wings melted. Not that you'd cared; you were the one who spotted them, you were the one that told Farleigh, you were the one who listened to Felix's furious rants every few days for the rest of that Summer. You'd never liked Eddie like Felix liked Eddie.

Oliver was different. You wondered if he was different enough.

Still, as much as you liked Oliver you could see it in Felix's eyes, hear it in his voice; he was already getting himself addicted to the idea of how much better he could make Oliver's life. But Felix had hated it the last time you'd pointed something like that out.

("Then why the fuck would I keep you around? Maybe it's because I don't pick my friends based on whether they're charity cases!")

So you keep your mouth shut. Maybe it's worth it for the way Felix smiles -

"I don't -" Oliver's fidgeting when Felix asks him to tag along to a costume party, "have anything to wear, really," he admits. Immediately Felix is offering to let him borrow something. There's a flicker that looks almost hungry in Oliver's eyes amid the gratefulness, and you wonder if he knows how many people would kill to get into Felix's pants. Still, he's humble, "you don't have to do that."

"I don't have to do anything," Felix shrugs with the easiest smile in the world. Then, in the next sentence, completely glossing over the act of kindness he looks at you, "tell me you aren't still expecting Farleigh to commit to that devil costume with you."

"He told me he'd put effort in this year -"

"He tells you that every year," Felix laughs, and you lean into Oliver's shoulder to explain.

"Me and Farleigh always organise to go to one costume party per year as an angel and a devil -"

"And every year," Felix rolls his eyes with a good-natured exasperation, "Farleigh wears some vulgar t-shirt and two party hats for horns, while Y/N puts weeks of effort in and wins best dressed every time-"

"Not every time," you protested, while Oliver looked faintly impressed, leaning back against you too.

"The only times you haven't won best dressed was if there was no competition to win," Felix points out, before looking past you to Oliver with an amused smile, "so I can't promise you a Y/N-level of costume, but it'll be more than two party hats."

"If you wanna give me two party hats, I'll wear 'em," Oliver says, hands coming up as if to placate the both of you. Instead, you grin wider, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"We'll make you all pretty, Ollie, don't worry."

Unsurprisingly, on the night of the party, Farleigh showed up to 'get ready' at your dorm, which meant him lazing on your bed, drinking and sharing his coke with you while you put arguably too much effort into your makeup. He, of course, is wearing two party hats, and t-shirt that simply says 'EASY', and though you pretend to be annoyed for all of five minutes, he gives a shit eating grin as you chew him out.

"Fool you once, shame on me, sure; fool you six times, that's on you, Y/N."

You flipped him off with a grin.

"There they are!" India cheers from the sofas where your other friends are gathered when you arrive to the party. Farleigh, on your arm, makes a show of his entrance, "not you, Farleigh, obviously." India rolls her eyes, but thankfully Farleigh wasn't too put out. Instead, he swans towards the group to claim a seat.

"Give us a spin, angel," Annabel insists with a coy smile, and you oblige her to the whistles and cheers of the rest of your friends.

"You outdo yourself," Felix told you fondly as you dropped into a beanbag by the sofa he and Oliver had been occupying.

Felix is looking at you, that kind of dangerous look when he thinks you're especially hot and there's only a thirty percent chance that the two of you will even make it to a dark corner. For just a moment, however, your gaze flicks to Oliver, by his side, and he's watching Felix too, absolutely rapt by the way your best friend looks at you.

"Only in comparison to Farleigh," you shake your head, forcing yourself to be Felix's self restraint, especially so early in the night, "besides, look at you; you've certainly grown into this since I last saw you try it on," and you leaned forward as best you could, looking across the circle of friends to the pretty, redhead in the slinky nurse outfit, "how fucking good does Felix look, Annabel?" You ask pointedly, and you can see Felix give a restrained chuckle before turning his attention to his own not-girlfriend, who seemed glad for the chance to gush about him.

Sitting back, you chance a glance once more at Oliver, and somehow aren't surprised to see him looking back at you. All you do is smirk, well aware of what you were doing.

Felix's clothes are too big on Oliver. The costume, though you're not exactly sure what he's meant to be, kind of wears him instead of the other way around. Felix, of course, looks all kinds of gorgeous as a police officer, while Oliver looked rather like he's wearing his big brother's hand-me-downs. But he's rolls up the sleeves and always looks up at Felix with these blue, doe eyes shining with gratefulness, and no-one else cares enough to comment either way.

You wonder if anyone else has noticed, the way Oliver's personality changes with his focus. It's not in large ways, perhaps others think its like a trick of the light, but the way he looks at others, the way he behaves, it seems to vary from person to person. Tactile, distant, closed off, hesitant, open, honest, warm, skittish, never truly the same with each individual. It's like he watches, figures out what people want to hear, what they want from him, and does his best to give it to them. It's almost painfully familiar.

Oliver gives Felix what he wants in a way you know you never can; Oliver gives him someone to help, someone to feel like he's saving. As long as Felix is happy, you tell yourself, that is enough, and it's easy to like Oliver in your own way. The only problem you've found is that as much as you like Oliver, as intrigued as you are by him, you can't quite get a read on him, what he wants, what your place may be in his life. He's always watching, always searching for something, but you're never sure of what.

So you decide to show him love, show him appreciation the way you know best.

More and more you choose to stay by his side when you're all out, at the pub, at clubs, either of you are not with Felix, or if you're not otherwise occupied by someone requesting your attention, you'll be with Oliver.

Tonight, at the club, a girl from town had been occupying Felix's personal space for the better part of an hour, and by the time he has her against a wall down a dark corridor, Oliver's absconded from the dance floor to get another drink, but hasn't returned. You find him skulking against a wall, half drunk pint in his hand, gazing out through the crowd. When you join him, when you follow his gaze, you can see the silhouette of Felix and the girl, his hand up her shirt through the haze.

"It doesn't bother you?" Oliver asks, loud enough to be heard over the music, but not by anyone else.

"The girls don't bother me," an easy, languid smile spreads across your face, "the girls love me," you amend, smile turning a little smug as you watch Felix and the girl whose name you can't even been be bothered to recall.

"Felix's girls?* Ever-hesitant Oliver, even here and now, sounds carefully demure amongst his curiosity, "do you -?" He makes an awkward gesture, but you read his intentions and laugh dismissively.

"No, no... well," you pause for a moment, "occasionally I have my fun, I suppose, but not like that; girls who are into Felix aren't traditionally into me like that, no," you shake your head with an an missed smile, "but that's why they like me, I'm not a threat, see?"

Even through the haze and flashing lights, you can see Felix's hands on the girl; he's warm and rough and the way he holds always feels so fucking secure -

Looking away sharply, you're surprised by how intently Oliver's watching you. Its genuinely startling, and though he seems to understand this but doesn't look away. For just a moment your breathless, caught up in the night and the jealousy and want for your best friend that you usually have much more control over - your own words echo in your head; I'm not a threat, see? A smug lie, a joke at all those poor girl's expenses since you knew they were never going to last.

Oliver's gaze burns when you finally look him squarely in the eyes; he knows.

"I get the impression people assume a great many things about our Felix," he wets his lips, casting his gaze to darkened hallway, to where you had seen Felix with his mouth on the neck of his girl of the night, but you can't look away from him. Our Felix. "And about you."

"And you?" Your tongue darts out, wetting you lips as you draw Oliver's attention back to you, tone flirty. There's something exhilarating about this man that you can't help but want to tease out.

"Not much to assume," he gives a faint smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "I'm more the observant type than one whose observed."

"You make the assumptions."

"I make the assumptions," he actually smirks, a bit of that usual gentle hesitation that he approached the world with slipping for just a moment.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Do you have a lot of assumptions about Our Felix?" You tease his earlier wording, but once again his gaze drifts to your best friend, if he still is in the crowd. Them, quieter, almost as if you don't mean to you murmur, "or me?"

"Had."

"Had?"

"Had a lot of assumptions," there's a kind of mischief in his eyes as his tone takes on an air of nonchalance, "'bout him, 'bout you too." As he speaks, you step towards him, hand on his arm, moving steadily higher. He can feel it, you know he can, but all he does is smile wider, refusing to break your gaze.

"Like what, Oliver Quick?"

Leaning in, Oliver takes your face in his hands, bringing you close, sharing breath, lips inches from his.

"Like how they write Odysseys about your kind of loyalty," he mumbled, and you feel like his gaze alone could swallow you whole. There's a aching, yearning that you feel in this moment, when you crush your lips to his. It's quick and desperate, and he pulls back, "like how you show love with every fuckin' bit of that body of yours," this time he pulls you in and it's rougher, it's needy, he bites at your lip and you whimper against his mouth, press yourself against him, "like-" he kisses you quickly, "like- like-" but as you find yourself trailing rough kisses down his jaw, he seems to lose his train of thought.

"Yes?" You prompt with a laugh.

"Like how you're desperate to feel needed."

"Observant," you tell him softly, raising your head, arms still around him. In this moment, his expression is open, watching you, waiting for you to react, "more observant than anyone else."

"You wear it on your sleeve, sweetheart," he says bluntly, but something about being seen, about his unwavering honesty, that sets your heart beating, burning in your chest. Or perhaps it's that he called you sweetheart; it's rare that someone is so sweet to you.

"Then need me, want me."

"I do," this time when he kisses you, it's gentle, full of warmth and unexpected love, and the way he holds you close makes you feel so precious and desired at once, "but not like this, not now." And he's letting you go, despite the way your lips tingle and the damn butterflies in your stomach. You desperately want to cling to him, to ask him what the fuck he means, but he kisses you on the forehead and tells you to get back safe, wearing an almost smug, knowing smile, disappearing into the crowd. You can't even go after him, he's made you damn weak in the knees and all you can do is lean against the wall for support.

Felix and his girl have disappeared.

Your friends are still living it up on the dance floor, you're sure, but you have only one thought on your mind.

Oliver Quick is a fucking tease.

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Daddy Eddie melts my heart 🫠 I have such a cute idea! As we know Eddie loves his guitar like hell and maybe Ollie accidentally breaks it? When the little girl realizes what she's done she starts to cry and panic, because she knows how important it is to her daddy, but Eddie calms her down, hugs her, gives her lots of kisses on those chubby baby cheeks and assures his daughter that he loves nothing more than his little princess 🥹🥹🥹

AN | Dad!Eddie makes me so soft🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Ollie?” it had been silent for too long - at least too long when there was a little Munson underfoot. You wiped your hands on the tea towel, cooing softly at the baby strapped to your chest. Jamie grinned at you, babbling happily as though he could understand what you were saying. When you heard no answer to your call you let out a small sigh, “let’s go and find sister, bub. I’m sure she’s up to something.”

You made sure the oven was off as you took the last tray of cookies out of the oven. Making your upstairs, you tried to listen for any signs of your daughter. Eventually you made it into the spare room which served as both a playroom for the kids and your husband, and found Ollie standing there with a guilty little look on her face.

“Hi Mommy,” her sheepish smile displayed her gap-tooth grin as you sighed softly at her, “is everything okay?”

“That depends,” you stated softly, her big brown eyes widened in surprise, “what are you up to, kiddo?”

“Nothing,” her reply came way too quickly for it to be true. You cocked your head to the side as Jamie squealed in delight. Her eyes softened as she looked at her little brother; the two of them already adored each other so much, “‘m just playing in here.”

“You were so quiet,” you raised your eyebrow at her, “were you playing with Daddy’s guitar?”

“No…” it was a bold faced lie and you both knew it. She took after Eddie in so many ways, including the fact that they were both terrible liars, “maybe I touched it a little bit…”

"A little bit huh?" you ran a hand affectionately through her dark curls, as she grinned at you, "I'm sure Daddy won't mind, but maybe for right now we can leave it alone. He can play with you later."

"Okay," she nodded solemnly as she reached for your hand, "can I have a snack?"

"Sure babe," you promised her, "let's have a snack then maybe we'll go to the park for a little bit."

"Yay!" she practically bounded down the stairs exactly, "I can play with Jamie!"

"We'll see honey," you patted the grinning baby's head, "he's still really small, babe. We have to be careful."

"I'm careful!" she insisted, immediately followed by a small oof as she almost tried in excitement. You couldn't help but laugh in amusement at her.

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After dinner, you and Eddie decided to watch a movie and cuddle on the couch after you’d put the baby down for some sleep. Ollie still had plenty of energy - which you truly envied - and was running around and playing. She wasn’t in the mood to be still and watch a movie so she was off in the playroom. Meanwhile you had been watching the movie but you were slowly falling asleep, cuddled up into his side. His arm was around you as he traced aimless shapes into your skin. Yeah, this was definitely your favorite spot in the world. 

“You’re snoring,” you heard his teasing lilt cut through the fog that was slowly falling over you. A huff escaped your lips as you turned to him with a little mock glare. He laughed as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I am not,” you sat up so you could face him, a pretty little pout on your lips that he just wanted to kiss away, “I wasn’t even sleeping! Just resting my eyes.”

“Whatever you say, angel,” he brushed a few rogue looks of hair out of your face, before resting his hand on your face, thumb stroking over your cheek, “I think if anyone deserves to rest, it’s you. Even if you’re missing out on a quality movie.”

“A quality movie,” you snorted in amusement, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and giving it a gentle squeeze, “this is some random b rated comedy, my love. I highly doubt you even remember the name.”

“I do!” he insisted as  you raised an eyebrow and motioned for him to go on, “it’s…something.”

“That’s what I thought,” you laughed and he took the momentary advantage to tickle your sides. Your eyes widened in surprise as you squealed, meekly trying to miss him off of you, “you’re cheating! This is cruel!”

“Well it’s fun for me,” he grinned, leaning over the top of you on the couch. He took your hands and pinned them to the side as he leaned down to kiss you, “is this really so bad?”

“I’m pretty sure this is how our son happened,” you laughed, “speaking of which, if you wake him, I might have to-”

Almost as if on cue, a few soft cries came over the baby monitor that was on the side table next to the couch. The two of you exchanged  soft smiles of amusement. Eddie quickly pressed kisses all over your face before maneuvering off you and helping you to sit up. 

“I’ll go and get him,” he whispered softly, “you just stay here and relax.”

“You sure?”

“‘course,” he promised as you immediately started to curl yourself back up in your blanket. Eddie, besides being an amazing partner, was an amazing and doting father which was one of the many things you loved about him, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Will you check on Ollie too, pretty please? She’s been awfully quiet for a bit,” which if you knew anything by now when it came to your Munsons, was never a good sign. 

“I’m sure she just crashed,” he didn’t think anything of it, “but I will. Save my spot!”

“Always,” you watched him head up the stairs, admiring the view before he disappeared. 

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“Hey bub,” Eddie’s voice was soft as he stepped into the nursery, the soft night light illuminating the room in a pretty glow. When he peeked into the crib, he found big brown eyes looking up at him curiously before a gummy little smile appeared, “what’s wrong, cutie? You hungry or do you wanna be held?”

Jamie babbled at him, as though he understood what Eddie was saying before looking his chunky little arms towards him. Eddie gently picked up and cuddled him to chest, pressing big kisses to his chubby little cheeks, “I’m sensing you just want some cuddles, huh?” 

He sat down in the rocking chair, both of them relaxing as he gently rocked them back and forth. The baby was sprawled out on his chest, clutching at a lock of Eddie’s hair, as Eddie rubbed his back and sang softly under his breath. He’d never imagined himself as a father, really not until you told him you’d been pregnant with Ollie, but now? Now it was his favorite thing in the world, along with being your husband. He couldn’t imagine any other life. 

Once the baby was back asleep, he tucked him back into the crib, making sure he was comfortable before gently stroking his cheek, “good night, Jamie. I love you so, so much.”

He stepped out of the room and closed the door about halfway before making his way over the playroom. You were right - your daughter had been too quiet.

“Ollie Pop?” he called out softly as he stepped into the room. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his legs, the force almost knocking him over. He looked down to find the small girl hanging onto him with a worried expression and tear stained cheeks, “baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” she cried, her big brown eyes glittering with tears, “I didn’t mean to, Daddy.”

“What are you talking about, kiddo?” he crouched down so he was eye level with her, tenderly brushing away her tears, “what happened?”

“It was an accident!” she insisted, still to Eddie’s confusion. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze in an attempt to get her to calm down.

“Shh, babe, slow down,” he dropped his voice to a softer tone, trying to show her that he wasn’t mad, “tell me this - is your body safe and sound?”

“Mhmm.”

“Is your heart safe and sound?” he asked and she gave him a half nod and shrug. It was a tactic the two of you had come up with when she was younger to try to get a better understanding of when she was upset or something had happened. She was still young and small, and couldn’t explain what was going on as articulately as someone older could. But she always understood this, “why is your heart not safe?”

“I broke it,” she whispered, pointing behind her between some sniffles, “I didn’t mean to break it. Now you’re going to be sad.”

“Olivia,” he looked to where she was pointing at his guitar, finding the strings either broken or loose. His first instinct wasn’t to be mad or upset, it was to make sure she was okay - the strings could hurt when they popped. He took her hands in his to make sure there were no cuts or injuries, “are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“No.”

“Okay, good,” he kissed her forehead, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad, baby,” he promised, “I’m happy you’re okay. But do you know what I’m going to ask you?”

“For me to never touch your guitar again?”

“Not that,” he said and her face lit up, “you can play with it and look at it any time, but only when I’m with you. That way nothing will happen and you won’t get hurt. Does that sound okay?”

“Yes,” she nodded. The two of them looked at each other for a few moments before he made a silly face at her. She broke into a fit of giggles, her worries just melting away at the lok on Eddie’s face, “will you be able to fix it?”

“‘course I will,” he promised; realistically it wasn’t that hard of a fix, just more annoying than anything, but it really didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, “but that’s a worry for later.”

“I’m sorry,” she almost whispered as he picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Mommy told me not to play with it but I didn’t listen. Do you think she’s gonna be mad at me?”

“No,” he perched her on his hip, “she’s going to be glad that you’re okay. She’s going to ask you to do the same thing. It’s not that we don’t want you to have fun, we just want you to be safe.”

“‘Cause you love me,” she smiled as he kissed the side of her head.

“Exactly,” he agreed with a soft nod, “its almost bedtime for you, kiddo. But do you want to come and hang out with me and Mommy for a little bit?”

“Yes,” her eyes lit up as he started heading back down the stairs to the living room.

By the time he made his way into the living room, you were already asleep, snoring softly and all cuddled up in your blanket. He shook his head fondly before sitting down at the opposite side of the couch so he wouldn’t wake you up. He made himself comfortable and when he took a look back at his daughter, she had nodded off as well. 

“Oh my girls,” he said softly, “I love you all so much.”

It wasn’t long before he was asleep either. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #st

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kinktober finale. happy halloween!!

10.31 - GANGBANG!

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previous: 10.29 - BODY WORSHIP!

freeuse!female!reader x charlie + chris + clyde + dan + euronymous + jack + kappa + ollie

word count: 1.6k

contents: gangbang, public sex, cnc, free use, unprotected sex, anal, oversitmulation, oral (both), 69, double penetration, throatfucking, a little blood, sex tape, slight mentions of stalking, and lots of more

a halloween party where you’d gone to drink the night away, but you ended up locked in a bedroom with eight striking figures predatorily staring down at you. the arrangement was as random as could be, from submissive and breedable to brutal and heartless. you knew that you were in for it tonight.

the men had nothing but one thing in common: the raging bulges that were growing in their pants. some were bold enough to palm themselves as they observed with you, others seemed too sheepish to do so. you were laid on the bed, your hips being forced into the air as jack landed a rough slap onto your ass. this starting action sent each one of them to their positions.

in a few quick movements, all your clothing was torn off of you, leaving you completely bare to all these predators. their gazes were swallowing you whole, each one carrying a different intention. you felt a hot sensation in your core, wetness growing in your clit. you were surrounded by them, anticipation travelling through your blood.

jack and euronymous were behind you. jack stuffed your wet little cunt with his cock while euronymous forced his into your asshole. the stimulation already had you seeing stars, but you could feel both of them being so rough with you, forcing themselves in and out of your holes and contorting your body into their toy.

you felt the two pairs of hands digging into the soft skin of your hips and waist, leaving red marks all over you as if you were their territory. their low hums and deep groans forced your body into great submission. euronymous’ balls slapped at the base of your hole while jack’s pounded against your swollen little clit.

clyde had squeezed underneath you, laying down in sixty-nine position and putting you face to face with his erect shaft as he looked up at your dripping pussy. he got his head in the right angle before hungrily connecting his lips with your stuffed cunt, licking up all the sticky liquid that he could.

your parted lips found the bubbling tip of his cock, planting breathless little kisses onto it before taking it all the way down. his cock throbbed in your mouth as he swirled his tongue over your sensitive bud. his technique was so careless yet precise. your hips were bucking into his mouth as the penetration made hot tears flow from your eyes.

kappa and charlie stood in front of you, each holding a knife in their hand. you could easily read kappa’s sinister expression, but charlie’s was masked with his black disguise. their red, angry shafts were pointed right at you like loaded guns, the tips leaking with sticky precum. your mouth was already stuffed, but they figured that you’d be able to take a few more.

kappa pulled your head off of clyde’s cock by your hair, charlie pressing his sharp blade to your neck and drawing a thin line of blood as your throat bulged. all three of their dicks were pressed together, seemingly begging you for pleasure. you sunk your head back down, sloppily managing to take all three at once. spit and tears fell from your face, leaking down your neck and falling all the way down to your cleavage.

jack and euronymous had been holding themselves in this whole time, their rhythm quickly losing composure. their thrusts became sloppier as they treated you like their own personal fleshlight. jack hit that spongy bundle inside of you as euronymous finally reached the most sensitive nerve in your body.

you cried out, sending waves of vibration through the other three men’s rock-hard lengths. you gushed and creamed and squirted all over the place, drenching everything around you. cum and spit dripped from in between your thighs, getting all over clyde’s flushed face. but he loved the feeling of being completely saturated by your liquids more than anything.

chris, dan and ollie watched you taking three dicks into your pretty little throat, they’re minds wandering to all the other things you could do. they weren't getting as much action as the others, but this was more than enough to send them over the edge.

dan sat prettily in front of you, jerking himself and whimpering sweet little nothings. he felt like such a touch-deprived whore and wanted nothing more than to be touched by you. he pumped himself up and down, as he begged for you to give him just one kiss, touch, or anything at all. he was desperate for your attention.

he sat there, moaning as he watched your tiny little holes getting stretched so wide, wishing that he could be in anyone’s position. he wasn’t picky. he wanted to be ruined, overstimulated til he was a sobbing mess, just like you were right now. he envied the touch that you gave and received, squeezing his cock in order to imitate the pleasure.

chris’ big blue irises were swallowed by his dark pupils. he had a video camera set up at the perfect angle, capturing you in all your beauty. he watched you through the camera lens, watching how your bruised holes glistened in the dim light of the room. your sweet little cunt was red and bruised from how many times you had came. 

your brain was completely dead, the number of times you’d orgasmed being completely lost on you, but chris would go home and rewatch the footage, counting every time you came and sync his own orgasms with yours. chris hadn’t laid a single hand on his swollen cock, but a large puddle of cum rested underneath him. he didn’t even need any physical pleasure. watching you was more than enough.

ollie had cum too many times to count just from watching the sight in front of him. he’d had his eye on you for longer than you’d ever known, but everyone one of his fantasies was being fulfilled right now. he’d always wondered how you’d look with a cock stuffed down you throat, and now you had three. he only every saw you fingering yourself through your bedroom window and he desperately wanted to see you take a real cock, and now you had two, destroying your guts as they filled you up over and over again. 

the lewd noises of skin slapping, your pussy gushing, synchronized moans and slurred curses filled the room, the crescendo of them signalling a final aligned orgasm. jack and euronymous were ready to fill up your guts with their cum, charlie, kappa, and clyde preparing to take care of your mouth as chris, dan and ollie got ready to paint themselves all over your body.

you were completely cockdrunk, your pussy mindlessly leaking everywhere as you passed the point of no return. as the few final thrusts pushed deeper into you than ever before, you felt burning hot, sticky cum shooting in and around you. all three of your holes were filled to the brim, liquids pouring down your legs and onto the stained bedsheets. 

every square inch of your body was covered, from your head to your toes. they all pulled out of you simultaneously, leaving you to collapse in a puddle of cum. you coughed up sticky bubbles, the same ones coming out of your pussy and asshole. you heard a slurry of words going around you.

some were telling you what a great job you had done, others throwing degrading terms of endearment at you. you laid there, still reeling over the rounds of stimulation that you had been through. you were surprised that you hadn’t dropped dead right there, but the thrill in your body was greater than anything you’d felt before.

author's note: happy halloween yall!! i just want to thank everyone so much for sticking around this season. i will be taking a short little break for a few days before i start working on requests again. thank you!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #kinktober #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #halloween #october #charlie walker smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream movie #scream 3 #scream 1996 #scream movies #scream franchise #scream #scream 2 #lana del rey #444rockstargf #scream 4 #clyde electrick children #electrick children clyde #ollie sway #the song of sway lake #jack thurlow smut #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow #dan cooper

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I WAS JUST STRUCK WITH THE BEST IDEA OF MY ENTIRE LIFE: imagine jock felix, #1 on the lacrosse team, everybody loves him; the usual,, and nerd ollie 😇 (literally saltburn but stfu for a second…) like ollie still being a little freak and stalking felix whenever he could, memorizing his schedule & times he has practice so he can sit and watch him *heart eyes*…. like imagine ollie feeling Bold™️ one day and deciding to find felix after one of his successful games IN THE LOCKER ROOM. here comes the parallels to the bathtub scene lol cuz ollie is hiding behind a locker as he watches a tall, wet, felix jerking off in one of showers 😵‍💫 and ollie gets so hard he think he might pass out AND HE NEARLY DOES CUZ FELIX CATCHES HIM….and what does felix do? continue to jerk off as he watches the tent in ollie’s pants get larger, a small wet spot forming !!! then he finishes and leaves without saying a word…probs keeping an eye out for ollie at another one of his games/practices (he knows ollie’s been watching of course, but he loves slutting himself out 🙌)

i dedicate this to @priestfrommidnightmass & @icantspellthings ’s rb abt nerd ollie getting a facial from felix hehehehe

#wormswurld posts 🌟 #wormswurld brainrot 🌟 #lgbtqia #saltburn #oliver quick #saltburn posting #felix catton #cattonquick #felix x oliver #saltburn 2023

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Home Pt.3 || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: M Words: 2.2K~ Pairing: cbf!Simonxafab!reader / teen!Simonxteen!Reader Summary: Teen Simon and his best friend often spend their nights away from their respective houses because they found a home in each other… CW: none? Tags: you/your pronouns, jealousy, a bit smutty (if you squint), ANGST (at the end), teen romance, underage drinking, British slang (attempted). a/n: not proofread.

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You remember the first time Simon got jealous. It was sudden and unexpected. It was just a couple weeks after your first kiss (and dry-humping session), when you were still somewhat uncertain of where you stood, of what you were.

All six members of your friend group were hanging out at a pub you knew. A little hole-in-the-wall spot, whose owner/bartender was an old fart not quite fussed about the idea of having underage kids inside, nor about serving them alcohol.

Simon, your cousin Oliver, Archie, Jack, Harry, aka the same boys you met that night a few years before, and Emily, Olly’s girlfriend. Simon and you had been somewhat avoiding each other. You still hung out, but less so in private, too embarrassed and awkward to properly face each other after what you did.

Most of the lads were playing pool in the corner leaving you and Emily to your own devices, parked in a booth in the corner, chatting about all sorts of random things, gossiping, drinking cheap beer, and eating roasted peanuts. The seats all around the two of you were strewn with coats and keys and wallets, belonging to the blokes, which you were unofficially tasked with watching over.

Emily was in the middle of telling you a story about some girls over in her school, the same one Simon went to. Her voice was dramatic and boisterous as she chewed her peanuts a bit too loud and waved her hands and head around, her hoop earrings catching the light a little bit.

You had no clue who the girls she was talking about were, but the way Emily was so determined to tell you about all their transgressions made you hate them by proxy, so you reacted accordingly, shocked and angry, which made Emily giddy, happy that you agreed and saw it as she did.

Emily was your portal for figuring out what exactly the blokes were like when they were in school, something you couldn’t see because you went to a different high school. She told you all about the shenanigans the boys got up to, the fights and arguments and their grades, especially because they were all the same age, a year older than you, and therefore shared many classes.

It was thanks to her that you found out that Simon was good at English Lit, History, and Geography. Simon himself would never admit to liking literature (and you made sure to ask!). You also found out that he loved P.E. class, often being the first out of the locker room to do warm-ups, even if, most of the time, their P.E. class is just the blokes playing football.

You liked Emily and she liked you. She was a bit of a chav, sure, wearing bold make-up, hair greasy more often than not, and chewing gum loudly, but she was nice and chill. She was a recent addition to the group but she treated you super well, always saying that she was a “girls’ girl” and you both made sure to put the boys in their place when they got too rowdy. Not like some of the other girls the lads dated before, who got jealous over your mere existence/friendship.

It was while you were lost in thought, enjoying Emily’s vibrant personality and wild gossip about some girl at their school who got knocked up, that it happened. A couple of tall figures came to the edge of your table.

“Oi babes! What's the craic? Fancy some company?” asked a voice above the two of you. You looked up to find a couple of blokes, about the same age as you, smirking as they leaned into the booth next to you.

“Oh, thanks, but we're okay.” You said politely, your face showing disinterest.

“Just the two of you?” His friend said. You gave Emily a look and then tried to look between the two lads, just barely catching sight of the five blokes that composed your friend group standing around the pool table… completely clueless.

“No, our mates are around. We’re just having a little quiet time for ourselves.” Emily added as she glanced at the blokes, chewing her peanuts quite loudly.

“Quiet? Boring, more like. We know how to liven things up!” One of the blokes said and smirked, nudging his buddy with his elbow.

“Yeah, come on, don't be like that. We're just here to have a laugh!” The second one said, his voice playful and seductive (or his best attempt at it).

“We're good lads, promise.” The first bloke added, to which his buddy nodded in agreement. “I’m Josh, and this is Liam.” He introduced the both of them.

“Yeah, we can see that. But we're really just here to catch up with each other.” You replied bluntly, your voice losing some of the politeness it held until now.

“Catching up, eh? Well, we're good at that too!” Josh said while sliding down onto the booth next to Emily, forcing her to scoot away.

“Got some stories that'd make you laugh for days,” Liam added, scooting into the booth next to you, an arm coming to wrap over the back of the booth, dangerously close to setting around your shoulders.

“I'm sure you do. But really, we're fine. Cheers.” Emily replied as she tried to shoo off Josh with a dismissive wave. But neither of the blokes was taking a hint.

“How about a dance then? I reckon we'd be the best dance partners you've ever had.” Liam suggested as he began leaning close to you.

His hand began sliding across your shoulder, which was exposed in a spaghetti-strapped top. You smacked his hand off you and scooted away as well. “What's the rush, darlin'? We're just trying to be friendly!” Liam said defensively.

As Josh and Liam exchanged confident glances, thinking they'd make another attempt to charm the two of you, the atmosphere shifted. Simon had suddenly joined the scene, Olly was already jogging up behind him, as the blond lad stood ever imposing in front of the booth.

“Everything okay here, ladies?” Olly asked as he glanced down at Liam and Josh. He didn’t look pleased by the scene, just like Simon. He was double as protective, with you being his cousin, and Emily being his bird.

The two other lads damn near paled at the sight of Simon’s sheer height standing inches from them, hands in the pockets of his hoodie and a serious face framed by the black hood on his head.

“Yeah, we're good, Ols. They've just been trying to chat us up.” Emily replied, her lips morphing into a playful smirk. She was probably trying to make Oliver a bit jealous.

“Yeah! They even offered us a dance.” You piped up, joining her. You could see the veins nearly pop in Simon’s neck, his left eye twitching ever so slightly as he heard you.

You knew then that he was pissed, feeling jealous of the fact a lad was chatting you up. It was the first real sign you got that his avoidance of you wasn’t due to malice, but awkwardness for the feelings you both had for one another.

“Is that so?” Simon finally asked, his brown eyes sliding across all the people in the booth, but growing especially hard at the sight of Liam’s hand on your shoulder.

Slowly, you felt Liam’s hand slip away from you while he forced some distance between the two of you by scooting away. “Yeah, just offering some company. No harm done.” Liam said defensively.

Josh seemed to pick up on the fact Liam was scooting off, and he did the same, standing up and showing his hands while muttering a “Yeah, just bein’ friendly.”

“That's good to hear. We're a friendly bunch too, you know. Just wanted to make sure you're aware these lovely ladies are taken.” Olly said while he looked at the two other lads who were attempting to chat up his girlfriend and his cousin. “So, how about you two lads move along?” He suggested.

Simon, meanwhile, kept glaring at the other lads, his height posing an advantage as he stood a few inches taller than them. “Yeah, before things get more complicated than they need be.” He added.

Josh and Liam exchanged a somewhat concerned glance, not exactly panicked or scared, since they were also cocky teenage boys high on nothing if not hubris… But they muttered something else apologetically and made themselves scarce.

Olly took Josh’s seat next to Emily and wrapped his arm around her, checking on her with a “You alright, love?” before dropping a kiss onto her mouth, making the girl giggle.

Simon, meanwhile, looked at you while still standing by the booth. You fixed the thin straps of your top and bra while looking up at him as well. He reached a hand toward you and beckoned you to take it. You did.

He reached into the booth and grabbed his parka and yours while muttering some type of warning to Olly that you couldn’t quite make out, and your cousin probably couldn’t either because he was busy shoving his tongue down Emily’s throat.

Simon tossed your coat at you, which you pulled on, and grabbed his belongings (keys, wallet, phone). Then, he dragged you by the bicep out of the pub. You knew what was about to happen. You could feel it, warming up in your tummy… He made sure that Josh and Liam could see the way he took you, glaring right at them, as you desperately sped up the pace to keep up with his large strides, your cheeks a bit flushed and warm as he walked you both out. 

Next thing you knew, he had your front pressed against the passenger side door of his dad’s car, your chest rubbing against the window. Simon was behind you, his left hand holding your jaw to keep your face turned back, his lips pressed onto yours, his tongue taking over your mouth. 

You didn’t remember much about your first kiss with him. It had been only a couple weeks prior, but you were both high. Sure, you remembered it happening but all the sensations had been heightened in the moment and had nullified after you had sobered up.

But if this kiss was anything to go off of, it was a great kiss. Simon’s lips on yours were making you see stars, his taller body pressing you so hard against the side of the car that you couldn’t help but shiver. The car’s surface was ice cold against the skin of your lower tummy and collarbone, which your top didn’t quite cover.

Then, Simon’s right hand pulled up the back of your parka holding it out of the way as his fingers gripped onto your hip, so he could rut his cock against the curve of your ass.

He refused to break the kiss, his lips greedily sucking onto yours, his tongue claiming your mouth as his. He would mumble things here and there, little whispers showing his enjoyment. “Blimey, can’t get enough of you…”, “Killed me seein’ those blokes chattin’ you up...”, “Almost knocked their teeth out…”, “Fuckin’ hell…”, “Your kisses… so fuckin’ good…”, “All I can think now about is kissin’ you…”.

Truth be told, you had been going wild for him, the distance painful not just because of how awkward it felt to see him around your mutual mates and not be able to be ‘close’, but because of how much you liked him and missed him.

But now you got to have him again. Awkwardness be damned, you were finally kissing again, finally dry-humping again. And it felt glorious. You’d never regret this, you knew it deep down. 

You think of that as you stand in the train station. It’s 4:59 A.M. and your tired, sleepless eyes are locked onto Simon as he sits inside, backpack sitting on his lap, his hair recently buzzcut.

You didn’t sleep at all tonight, neither did he. You spent the last few hours you had together in each other’s arms, kissing and holding each other close, and even having sex in the back of his father’s car, as usual.

And now, here you are, holding the keys to his dad’s car in your hands. A gift he’s leaving behind, a way to keep yourself safe and way from your own dad, so you can sleep somewhere else.

The announcement system warns of the departure of the train he sits in, with a destination to Harrogate. In a couple of hours, he’ll be at the Army Foundation College to start his military career…

Your lips are swollen and red, and so are his. you kissed too much. Too hard. You take a hand up to feel them up with your fingers, almost like you're trying to hold on to the feel of him.

The doors to the train close and a mechanical hiss is heard. Simon’s eyes are set on you and squint through the glare of the lights inside the train versus the darkness of the station outside. You hope he can’t see the way your eyes are welling up with tears.

Simon was your first in all the ways you could think of. Your first crush, your first boy best friend, your first kiss, your first time… 

And as his train pulls away from the station, you think to yourself…

He’s your first heartbreak too.

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[kiwisfics]

Summary: Jealous Werewolf fluff. I will not apologize. Fluff.

A/N: I have... a lot of were-animal ocs so I think writing stuff like this is so fun. The parcel bomb reference is toward how Dick and S/O met in most of my Dick fics. Roy only got dragged into this because he was the first person that came to mind after Oliver. I might have started more WIPs instead of finishing old ones but... I went off the deep end with my Dick hyperfixation.

C/W: Jealousy, territorial and possessive Dick, but not necessarily in a toxic way. Protective Damian makes an appearance.

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The pack tended to be closeknit. It was expected of packs, so the curiosity of a new person wearing the scent of the Waynes was fair. Even more so when the person wearing the scent was a human.

 The scent overwhelming the rest of the family’s was Dick Grayson’s—noticeably sweeter and less sharp than the rest of the pack’s tended to be—which drew its own attention from the attendees of the gala. A couple of the women sent her scathing looks, but she choose to ignore them. Dick and the rest of the family had all given her fair warning that some of the attendants might be annoyed over a human taking one of their own off of the market.

Dick’s scent and the fact that she was a human didn’t deter some of the men’s attention being placed on her. She ignored it just as totally as she ignored the glares, far more interested in keeping her head down and not making a scene that Bruce would need to smooth over.

Damian was hovering at her hip, flashing warning looks at anyone who came too close or stared for too long. Wolves weren’t any more dangerous than the humans of Gotham generally, but he remained vigilant regardless. Besides, wolves did tend to be territorial over their pack members, especially if it was a human being welcomed among them.

“The bodyguard act seems a little unnecessary, Dami.”

Said boy huffed in response, “You can’t be allowed to roam unattended in this den of wolves.”

“Well, I walk around the manor all the time without an escort.”

“Hey, that’s a little rude, bird.” Dick’s chin rested against her shoulder as he appeared, apparently finished with meeting his socializing quota of the night. She could practically feel the glares of the women that he’d left behind to return to her side.

“You’re literally wolves. It’s in the title.” She teased him as he tilted his head to take a not-so-subtle sniff at her neck. She didn’t acknowledge the affection until he began to nuzzle against her. “Are you seriously marking me right now? Didn’t you do a good enough job before we got here? You were doing this exact thing for thirty minutes straight.”

“A little extra never hurts. Besides, you’re starting to pick up on other packs’ scents.”

“You’re one to talk. I can practically smell the perfume of all those girls clinging onto you and I’m not even a wolf.”

“I don’t like how people are looking at you.” He mumbled the words with his face still tucked against her neck, being bold enough to nip at her pulse lightly.

She bit back a surprised squeak at the bite, “Yeah, well, I don’t like how they’re looking at you either. At least the ones staring at me have an excuse. I’m the only human here, of course they’re staring.”

Before Dick could reply, a familiar voice caught their attention, “Hey, [Name]!”

She perked up instantly, while Dick grumbled something under his breath before pulling away from her neck and standing straight. His arm wrapped around her shoulders possessively, but there was nothing unusual about that.

“Hey! What’re you doing here, Roy?”

Dick didn’t give him a chance to answer, “I didn’t know Bruce invited Ollie.”

Roy’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she had the distinct impression that there was some kind of wolfy interaction occurring beneath the two’s words. “He did, but Jason actually invited me.”

Dick huffed, the sound an obvious inclination that he was annoyed. “I didn’t know you knew [Name].”

“Met her through Jason. I didn’t know that you two were mates.”

Dick fixed the other male with a glare, teeth clenching and eyes narrowing like he’d said something offensive. [Name] had never seen him take a stance like he did now, back straight as a rod and shoulders squared to make himself bigger. If she hadn’t been so close to both of the men, she might have been worried, but, really, it was just cute to see him get so jealous over something so small, especially when he’d only moments before been drowning in the midst of a group of well-dressed women vying for his attention.

She placed her hand on his chest, turning herself against his side as she did, which gave him the opportunity to pull her even closer. “Dick, it’s-” She was cut off by an unfamiliar sound rumbling in his chest. “Are you growling?”

The question seemed to snap him out of whatever territorial mindset he’d entered and his attention was suddenly back on her, a guilty look in his eyes that reminded her of a misbehaved puppy.

“It’s okay.” She had to bite back her laugh at the look he was giving her, like he was fully convinced she was about to shove him away from her so she could make a run for it, “You didn’t scare me. And I’m not mad that you’re jealous.”

Roy snickered behind her, and she sent him a sharp side-eye. That was all it took for him to raise his hands and back away.

“I didn’t know that you knew any other wolves.” He lowered his head again to hide against her neck, more in a bid for affection than an attempt to mark her this time.

“I met him not long after the parcel bomb thing. Jason was on guard duty one night and Roy crashed the party looking for Jason. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not.” He took a breath, releasing whatever tension remained in his muscles, “You don’t have to tell me everyone you know. Don’t think that. I was just being jealous. You didn’t do anything wrong. That was all me.”

“Well, I can’t blame you. You pick up on a lot more than me, so if I’m jealous of all the girls looking at you, then I’m sure you’re way more jealous of all the guys eyeing me. Even if they’re only looking at me because I’m a human.”

“They’re not. If Damian wasn’t giving them looks that could kill, I guarantee at least half of the men staring would be trying to make a move on you.” He growled against her neck, his grip on her hips tightening.

“We can go, if you want.”

He pulled away from her to meet her eyes, “You’re sure? If you want to stay, I don’t want to be the reason you think we should-”

“Dick, I am in the most nauseating dress I’ve ever worn. If it gets me out of this dress, then I’d gladly go to work right now. I would love to spend my time with you outside of this stupid gala.” She got to her tiptoes as he stood straight and got as close to his ear as she could, careful to whisper it as low as she could with the heightened senses of the other attendants in mind, “You look better in the Nightwing suit than the tux anyway.”

If he’d had a tail at the moment, she was sure it’d be wagging.

“Then what are we waiting for? After you.” He gave a dramatic bow as he gestured to the exit.

She patted Damian on the head as she moved towards the door, “If Bruce asks, say something came up.”

Damian wrinkled his nose in disgust, “I’m not lying just so you two can go tongue-wrestle.”

“I’ll tell Alfred that I broke the vase in the living room.”

There was no hesitation, “Deal.”

“Works every time.”

#x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dc x reader #dc imagine #fluff #dc #werewolf #werewolf au

[mins-fins]

love war — ricky shen

their relationship is.. complicated to say the least. it’s sort of a war in a way, one that the both of them clearly want to win.

tags :: ricky shen x m!reader , reader is also a yuehua trainee , takes place during ollie’s birthday , they’re both technically ollie's parents , ollie is their #1 fan

“how many gifts did you buy him, oh my god?”

zhang hao looks to his friend, eyes wide as he waits for an answer as to why there was a tower of gifts on the table for one boy.

y/n simply shrugs. “i saw a lot of cute things that reminded me of ollie, so i decided to get all of them for him” he answers, zhang hao stares like he’s crazy.

“how do you even afford this?” yujin asks, his eyebrow raised.

the l/n hums, smiling. “magic” he simply says, putting his hands behind his back. “and i also just want him to have a really good birthday”.

“you bought him an entire macy’s! n/n!”

the yell from zhang hao causes for ricky to snort, making y/n furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “where the hell did you come from?”

ricky simply shrugs. “magic”.

“oh, your making fun of me now? i see how it is, lovelicky” he crosses his arms, a feeling of fake betrayal in his heart.

ricky frowns, rolling his eyes. “how rude of you, y/n”.

zhang hao stares at the scene with judgement in his eyes. he looks to yujin, whose eating a kitkat bar. “god, they’re so stupid”.

ricky sighs. “i’m tired” he mumbles, about to leave only to be dragged back by y/n. he almost fell to the floor, holding onto his waist as a way to keep himself standing straight.

“come on, it’s ollie’s birthday, and plus, you’ve been sleeping too much these days” he replies, ignoring the glare he was receiving from ricky.

ricky blinks, still glaring at the smiling boy. “no need to glare, darling, i’m just looking out for you”.

“don’t call me that”.

says ricky as he conveniently has one of his arms around his waist.

“wow, i see how it is, you two are ignoring us now” zhang hao seethes. y/n sticks his tongue out, letting of ricky’s hand as he winks at him.

“your just gonna have to share the burden yujin, hao”.

zhang hao pouts, feeling like a third wheel.

“oh, ollie, your gifts are on the counter, it’s all for you” y/n states, pointing his finger towards the table with a tower full of gifts.

ollie gasps, his jaw basically dropping to the ground. “really!? thank you thank you, you’re the best, n/n!”

the liu jumps up, running towards the table as he stares at the insane amount of gifts. “ach! your spoiling him rotten, it’s all your fault, l/n!” gyuvin exclaims, shaking the boy crazily.

“at least ollie’s happy, right ollie?”

“yep!” he yells, putting a piece of cake in his mouth. the l/n laughs, finding the sight incredibly adorable. he ruffles the younger’s hair, completely enamored by him. “you’re so cute, baby ollie”.

“y/n seems like a parent to ollie, don’t you have a partner n/n?” yujin asks, his mouth full of even more chocolate as he waited for an answer.

y/n hums, thinking, averting his gaze towards ricky, who was at the other side of the room, talking to other guests. “i’m a single parent” he finally replies, taking a sip from the cup of coffee he had.

ollie chews again. “i want ricky to be my other parent!” the l/n chokes on the coffee, surprised by the bold words. ricky looks to ollie, hearing his name but not what the younger wanted him to hear.

“what? what did you just say?”

“why is your face so red?” ricky asks, confused by the whole situation. y/n just shakes his head, putting down the cup. “nothing! nothing ricky”.

ricky looks at him with raised eyebrows. he then just shrugs, putting his arm around the male's waist. “whatever you say..” he mumbles, y/n just sighs, copying his previous movement as he also put an arm around his waist. he glares, pretending to hate it, even though he didn’t.

“look at my parents being cute!”

ollie is apparently the #1 shipper of the two.

AUTHORS NOTE — guys i literally love ricky and ollie’s friendship!! VOTE FOR THEM

#ricky shen #boys planet #zhang hao #han yujin #liu tianyue #ricky x reader #kim gyuvin #male reader #ollie boys planet #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[theflyingfeeling]

two sweaty, horny dudes ✅

sauna ✅

no plot ✅

enjoy 💦

(or: Olli/Allu get it on at the band's sauna evening for no reason whatsover other than simply wanting each other so goddamn much)

~*~

Don't bother, Joonas, let's leave the IT club to nerd about whatever in peace.

Niko's teasing words had barely stopped echoing in the sauna when Olli's lips were already on Aleksi's shoulder, his tongue peeking out to lick a droplet of sweat above his collarbone. The boldness made Aleksi inhale sharply before nudging Olli away, although there was nothing in the world he wanted more than Olli's mouth on his skin.

"Don't," he whispered. "Not here..." Olli looked up at him from under hooded eyelids and the long lashes that framed his darkened eyes, and suddenly Aleksi could no longer remember why he was denying Olli anything at all. That was why he made no effort to stop Olli when he leaned further in to take a mouthful of Aleksi's skin just below his earlobe in his mouth; in fact, Aleksi tilted his head to give Olli more room to do so and hoped the tinted glass door of the sauna would veil their...carnal activities.

By the time they heard the showers being turned off and the door to the changing room closing, Aleksi was already half-hard from Olli's hot, wet kisses and his fingers digging into Aleksi's inner thigh. By the time the last noises of laughter and friendly banter died out in the next room, Olli was already lying down on the top bench of the sauna, back arching and low moans filling the small room as Aleksi mouthed his stomach with hungry, sloppy kisses landing all around his navel and along the happy trail to savour the salty taste as much as to worship the sweet softness of his belly. By the time Aleksi finally touched the tip of Olli's pulsing cock with his tongue, Olli was but a squirming mess under his touch, all but begging Aleksi to take him in his mouth.

The long, lingering licks Aleksi left on Olli's cock drove Olli crazy – Aleksi knew this from the way Olli's groans adopted a more needy undertone – but he had no intention to fulfil Olli's wordless pleas before he'd have the man tremble for it.

"Ale, I need to cum so bad," Olli panted, grinding his erection against Aleksi's lips that were now leaving light kisses along Olli's hardness. A lone drop of precum appeared at the tip, which Aleksi is quick to kiss away.

"Ale, please," Olli was practically whining now, "please let me cum in your mouth.

"Are you close?" Aleksi asked, although he knew the answer when he took Olli in his hand and felt it twitch in his fingers, and when he saw how Olli's abdomen contracted from the touch, and when he heard the litany of swear words leaving Olli's mouth.

"So fucking close I'm gonna cum on your face if you're not gonna take me in your mouth soon."

There was no doubt Aleksi wouldn't have loved that either, and he almost told Olli so; nevertheless, he guided Olli's cock in between his waiting lips. Hollowing his cheeks, he began sucking in rhythm with Olli's groans, making sure to let his lips graze against the sensitive tip before swallowing down again until his septum ring was nearly touching Olli's pubes. He felt Olli throbbing against his tongue, twitching in between his lips, thrusting towards the ceiling under his hands that rested on Olli's hip bones, and with every lust-filled movement Aleksi felt as if there were two, fatally horny wolves inside him: one that was determined to keep Aleksi bobbing his head up and down to help Olli reach his peak sooner rather than later, and one that was curious to see how long Aleksi could keep Olli on the edge before they'd both lose their minds.

Eventually his motive to please Olli outplayed any other, more selfish desire he might have had and he tightened his lips around Olli's cock. Olli buckled his lips uncontrollably when Aleksi added a hand to the base of his hard-on to massage it, to feel Olli's arousal under his fingertips, to revel in every twitch and throb that inspired Aleksi's own aching cock that stood neglected between his thighs. He was desperate to touch himself – he was only human, after all – but as it turned out, his hands had far more important tasks to tend to: while the other was busy gripping Olli's cock, the other had sneaked up to Olli's chest to bury his fingers in the bush of chest hair which Aleksi so loved; which Olli so loved to leave peeking from the collar of his shirt just to drive Aleksi crazy; which Aleksi couldn't wait to cover in his white semen again, like he had done just the other night on the couch of his studio.

Nearly lost in the memory of frotting himself on Olli's chest, Aleksi was almost caught off guard by Olli starting to shoot his load in his mouth. At the height of his orgasm, Olli's slurred words are a mix of fuck and Ale and don't stop, and Aleksi keeps on working his tongue and lips until every last drop of cum has been swallowed, until the only noises left in the sauna are Olli's heavy breathing and the quiet cracking of the fire.

Seeing Olli's naked body in front of him, all spent and relaxed and beautiful, Aleksi could no longer ignore his own bodily needs. He sat back against the wooden panelling behind him and finally took himself in his hand, but he only had time to give himself a few, much-awaited strokes before Olli's fingers were replacing his own and a pair of lips were crashed against his. As if desperate to taste himself off Aleksi's tongue, Olli kissed him hungrily while pumping Aleksi's erection with vigorous, experienced flicks of his wrists, which had no business making Aleksi as close to his climax as it did. Yet, he found his lips mirroring the hasty movements of Olli's, grinding his erection into Olli's fist the best he could from his tight position in between Olli and the wall, and even letting Olli help Aleksi's knee up against his own chest, pushing him further against the wall as Olli's other hand teased around his hole.

Without warning, Olli slid one of his fingers in, and with even less warning, Aleksi came hard with his bottom lip tightly in between Olli's teeth so that his cry of pleasure was muffled somewhere inside Olli's hot mouth. When Aleksi at last regained the little that was left of his senses, the fire in the sauna stove had already died out; the fire in Olli's eyes, however, drilling into his from up close as he milked the last of Aleksi's cum, only seemed to flare up.

~*~

They made out under the shower, somehow leisurely and with great urgency at the same time. Olli was wet and smooth and hot under Aleksi's palms, his every curve and bone and muscle adding fuel to the already blazing flame that was scorching Aleksi's chest and groin, even without Olli's hand stroking his cock anew.

When Aleksi came again, spilling his load on Olli's fingers and stomach, his knees trembled under him from the strength of his second orgasm that evening, nearly making him fall at Olli's feet.

He wanted to ask Olli if he would catch him if he did; if he'd crumble under the weight of it all, would Olli be there to pick him up again?

Somehow the words never left his mouth.

(Perhaps Aleksi was afraid to hear the answer.)

Instead, he got on his knees again.

#weewoo here it is! sorry it's so late (for those of you on my side of the globe at least) #i had sauna myself tonight and... yeah maybe i had Thoughts™ what of it #ngl though i have wanted to write this exact fic for soooooo long #didn't have any particular universe in mind when writing this but if you imagine this to happen in the infidelity AU i ain't gonna stop you #also pleeeeeeaaase let me know how i did i am so insecure about my pwp-writing skills 😩 #random tumblr ficlets by theflyingfeeling #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #ollixallu #edit. added a teeny weeny detail before anyone could reblog this lol

[dysthanasia-series]

Thin Edge of a Wedge Pt. 1

Summary: Isaac approaches Renato with a surprising request. (Possible future scene taking place shortly after Phagophobia, based loosely on this prompt.)

Words: 2,075

Content Advisory: Sexual themes and situations, consensual vampire hypnosis, angry sexual tension, enemies-to-forced-allies-to-lovers, swearing, kissing, biting, consensual blood-drinking, violent vampire feeding thoughts, enthusiastic consent, fade-to-black ending

Renato turned his head and leaned in a fraction as if his hearing had failed him. “I’m sorry. I thought you said—”

“Hypnotize me. Dorian says it’s possible to learn how to break out of bloodborn trances with practice. So, help me train.” Despite the direct words and his matter-of-fact tone, Soto kept his gaze—usually so bold, so sharp—trained on a far corner of the motel room. An arm crossed over his middle, gripping the opposite as he sat on one of the two shabby beds.

While his body already knew which way to cast its vote, Renato’s finer faculties hesitated. “What prompted this?”

“Hm, gosh, let me think. Oh, right. We’re surrounded by Unseen Hand agents who’d love to stab us in the back.”

“Are you implying you could get lost in another bloodborn’s eyes? Agent Soto, you wound me.”

“Can you give being an asshole a rest for, like, half a second? I’m serious.”

It wasn’t an unreasonable request, truth be told. Quite pragmatic really. Possibly even laudable, given all Soto had recently suffered—no small amount of which sat at the top of Renato’s ever-growing list of mistakes.

That’s precisely what made it so suspicious.

Renato took a seat on the bed across from Soto’s, the rickety frame squeaking as he crossed his legs and leaned back on both hands. “You didn’t have a problem snapping out of my hypnosis the first time. And you seem to have at least some level of immunity to Kinslayer’s version now.”

“That’s not the same as being able to resist questioning in a casual situation I’m not expecting, or with weird soul magic involved. Like you keep pointing out, if Oleander or Motley or any of the Unseen Hand gets wind of what we’re actually up to we’re dead.”

Again, a bit of strategic paranoia worthy of an aquila. Something was definitely off.

“Fine, suppose I agree,” Renato said. “What, exactly, do you expect me to do?”

“I dunno. Ask me stuff I wouldn’t want to answer and I’ll try to resist.”

The sensible thing to do on his end was to walk away, of course. Ignore Soto and whatever strange impulse was driving him for the rest of the evening. Heaven knew there were a hundred and one tasks actually related to their survival that needed his attention.

Only none of those sent a thrill up his spine.

“Okay, let’s do it.” Renato leaned forward and put his hands on his thighs, smiling. He had enjoyed the odd sleepover party—sharing secrets, truth or dare, all that—as a child when they’d been possible. A shame Ollie wasn’t staying in the same motel. He wouldn’t have minded asking for a couple of her facial masks.

With just a trace of trepidation, Soto mirrored his posture. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Released it. Met Renato’s amused gaze with grave determination. “Ready.”

“What’s your name?”

A divot of annoyance appeared on Soto’s brow. “You know it already.”

“Remind me.”

“Isaac Soto Marquez,” he huffed.

“Your birthday?”

“July seventeenth. Which you also know.”

Well, he’d glanced at it in the Coven’s personal file on Soto, although that had been weeks ago. Considering Renato didn’t remember the exact date of his own birth (which might have already passed since he did know it occurred during storm season), he’d have to make a note to write Soto’s down. Get his favorite grumpy researcher a little treat. Speaking of which…

“What sort of cake do you like?”

There. Surprise smoothed out Soto’s expression. Without disapproval or anxiety etched around his mouth or eyes, it was easy to remember he was barely coming up on age thirty. “Cake? Er, tres leches. With fruit on top, not cinnamon.”

“What kind of fruit is your favorite?”

Shoulders relaxed. Pupils dilated slightly. “Well, uh, I like summer ones the most. You know, mangoes, cherries, peaches.” A pause. “That last one’s my favorite, though. I love peaches. Even from a can.”

“Really? I used to love oranges, though of course I can only enjoy them for their smell now. Some of my best memories are of stopping at ports with orchards so I could pick some.” Renato smiled, earning a shy one in return. “Have you ever eaten fruit straight from the tree or vine, Agent Soto?”

“I…yeah. Yeah, a lot of the werecreature communities I’ve visited have gardens. And I did the whole picking strawberries thing during the spring once with Jeremy.” A soft, faraway sheen shone over dark brown eyes.

Renato ran his tongue along the back of one fang. He had Soto now. While their little game hadn’t been Renato’s idea initially, he wasn’t sorry he’d played, whatever the true stakes. “Who’s Jeremy?”

Creaking as weight shifted the other bed. “My ex.”

Careful. The trick was not to let the prey become too distressed. To give him a little guiding nudge here and there along the path, but to always keep him going with the flow of conversation, not against. Not until the trap had sprung and it was too late. “I see. How many relationships have you had, Agent Soto?”

“Just two. Long term ones.”

“Oh, that’s hardly anything to be embarrassed over.” He had one more than Renato under his belt, after all. And, well, he doubted Soto could have done any worse than Ollie and him had. “Even if you’d had hundreds that didn’t last past sunrise it still wouldn’t be.”

“I know. I guess…sometimes I wish I’d been more aggressive or outgoing or whatever. Elfy always gets pissed when we go out and I turn someone down.”

“Elfy? Your friend from the spirits department?”

“Yeah. She’s always telling me to loosen up and stop thinking with the head on my shoulders so much.” A hand flew up to cover a giggle.

As far as life’s little delights went, Renato ranked witnessing the angriest, most stubborn human he’d ever met giggle just below watching his aquarium. “But that’s not really your style?”

“Nope.” A twitch of the fingers, flicker in the eyes. “Well, okay, once in a while—when I’m really drunk—it is.”

This entire situation came into sudden, cold focus. Decades of training kept Renato’s expression, his mask, from slipping, though. “Would you say you’re bashful when it comes to flirting?” He had certainly read Soto that way during their fateful first meeting at that diner. Though he’d swiftly shed whatever reservations he’d had once they crawled into the backseat of the car.

“Mm. Not really. Not after I get what’s going on.”

“No? High standards maybe?”

“Don’t think so. I don’t have a…a type or whatever.”

“Perhaps you have a hard time surrendering control then?”

Another fidgeting ripple disturbed Soto’s reverie. “I…something like that.”

“Is that why you asked me to hypnotize you, Agent Soto? To surrender control?”

With a jerk, his flustered prey wrenched his gaze away, half-collapsing onto the mattress. Soto panted, his skin gleaming from a light coating of sweat, like he’d just finished running a lap. The tart, candy-apple scent of fear wafted over to Renato, prompting a flood of saliva. Swallowing, he let his lips twist into a smirk.

“That’s a failing grade, as far as I’m concerned.”

“What…?”

“Your tactics could use some work,” Renato continued, uncrossing his legs and rising in one smooth, dignified motion. “Also, I don’t appreciate being subjected to hidden tests. I may not have made the best choices in life, but I’m not so despicable as to ravish someone under the influence either.”

Blinking owlishly but stare quite clear, Soto whipped around to gawp at him. “What do you—”

“Good night, Agent Soto.” He could understand, at last, why Ollie and his reluctant human roommate relished their perches atop a high horse. The rush of victory was amazing as he spun on his heel and strode toward the room’s door.

The sound of grating bedsprings warned him before a hand latched onto the back of his shirt. With a deft turn and shrug, Renato broke the laughable hold on him.

“What the hell—” Soto began.

“I understand the need to hold a grudge.”

“—do you mean—”

“What I don’t get is digging for more reasons to fuel it.”

“—by ravish?”

They stared each other down. Any possibility of hypnosis taking hold tore apart in the clashing currents of hot and cold fury radiating between them.

“I wasn’t testing you,” Soto said, breaking first.

“Oh, really? Please do explain. I’m all ears, as they say.”

“I told you, I want to learn—”

“You’re terrible at lying, Agent Soto. Even to yourself.”

He bristled, the all too familiar defiance setting his jaw and sparking in his eyes. “I’m not—”

Renato whirled and reached for the doorknob.

Weak human fingers scrabbled at him once more. “I don’t know how else to talk to you, all right? And I didn’t think you’d pry into my love life, for fuck’s sake!”

The truth at last. Instead of melting, the rage inside of him expanded, sinking fresh, keen icicles deeper into his chest.

Of course Soto couldn’t simply talk to him. Renato was a bloodborn. Worse, he was an aquila. He wasn’t capable of human mistakes. Or emotions like remorse. At best, he could pretend he was. Wear a charming disguise. Beguile. Lure. Distract. But never offer anything permanent. Never anything real.

“Say something already!” The grip on his shirt tugged. “Don’t give me this silent treatment bullshit.”

Whatever mask had settled over his features made Soto let go and take a step back when he turned.

“Do you want me to make you lose control, Isaac?”

Soto stiffened. It didn’t hide the tremor in his limbs. “You conceited prick.”

“Isaac.” He’d forgotten how good the name felt in his mouth. “It’s a yes or no question.”

Narrowed brown eyes spat death curses at him before darting away again. Soto’s tightened lips parted. No sound came forth. They sealed shut again.

Renato sighed. “You’re a bad liar, but I never took you for a coward when it came to being honest.”

He could have dodged, easily. Instead, he allowed Soto to grab his shoulders and bring their mouths crashing together. Let him decide, too, when to break away and stagger back, chest heaving, stare wide at his own daring.

“That’s not an answer, Isaac.”

“You—!”

Renato slipped one hand around the back of Soto’s head, weaving his fingers into careless black curls but not pulling. Not yet. The other cupped Soto’s jaw, pleasantly rough and raspy from a couple day’s worth of stubble. With his thumb Renato wiped the frown from his lips.

“Yes or no.”

Soto closed his eyes, but it was already too late to hide anything going on behind them. A half-choked swallow made his throat flex in the most enticing way. “I…yes. Yes, okay? I want it.”

It. He wanted it, nothing more. Of course. Still, Renato could do better than a grudging confession.

His hand went from cradling Soto’s face to tearing open his shirt—the shirt always fucking buttoned up to the collar. He should have been a priest, truly. Soto gasped from the sudden violence or the air hitting his exposed shoulder and chest or both. Not giving him a chance to recover, Renato leaned in and started sucking on every bit of bared skin he could get at. Not biting, no, never that again, no matter how much he wanted to chew and rip until Soto’s pulse burst in his mouth like a ripe slice of orange. He only let his throbbing fangs graze over warm flesh, press against it to leave imprints of his teeth behind. Maybe prick it here and there so his tongue could lave over the precious ruby beads of blood afterwards. Savor each tiny shock that shot through him and made the world’s colors scintillate for an instant. Soto threw his arms around Renato to stay standing. Each sharp kiss drew a new, delightful prey noise from him.

He was even more intoxicating than memory served.

Pulling back, Renato inspected his work. Half a dozen little reddish-brown bruises trailed from Soto’s neck and skimmed along just above the curve of his collarbone. A satisfactory start.

“Yes?” Renato prompted again.

Eyes still shut, Soto shivered. “Yes.”

Much, much better. Smiling, Renato guided his willing victim back a pace and shoved him onto the nearest bed.

#dysthanasia #urban fantasy #vampires #writeblr

[mortifiedatbeingknown]

"An Odd Little Thing" (Pt. 14)

Masterpost:

“W-whoah, hey! What the hell?!” 

She whirled around as one of her earbuds tumbled from her ears, knocking her out of her daydreaming. There was her robot, dirty and dented with an eye cracked to boot frantically scrabbling at her legs in an attempt to climb. Behind him were two other presences she hadn’t noticed before; twin girls, wide-eyed and gaping. One was slowly backing away, the other stood her ground, but neither looked very happy to see her. 

Good. She had a bad feeling about them anyways. In a flash she had scooped up the robot in her arms and turned to face the little strangers, stretching  up  to her full height. 

“Can I help you?” She asked harshly. 

“Uh, yeah!” The bold one said. “That’s our OLI you got there!” 

“Can’t you give him back?” The other said. 

Her grip tightened. “You…you used to own him?” 

“Not ‘used to, we do!” 

“Yeah, we were looking for him everywhere!” 

“Is that so…?” 

She took another look at the girls, grateful that both goggles and mask hid her expression. They didn’t certainly look like the type to break their robot to pieces and stuff him with trash before leaving him out to rust, but then again, what would that type even look like? She’d never really thought about it, content to imagine them as shadowy imps or faceless monsters. To see them standing there, pouting, eyes turned upwards with false innocence… It made her feel a little bad. These were just kids, after all. It was very possible they had no ill intent at all. Maybe they were just playing.  Maybe they didn’t know any better. Maybe they were just—

And then her robot buried his face in her chest, sobbing with a voice box she could now tell was irreversibly broken. 

“So, you two are the one who broke my robot’s eye? I just got that replaced, you know. And those aren’t cheap!”

The bold one sputtered. “He’s not yours, he’s ours! Besides, Mom can just pay to fix it anyways!” 

“Oh, so is that why you abandoned him in the trash?” 

The shyer one sniffled. “B-but we didn’t! We just lost him…and we were so scared… you can’t take him away from us now, that’s too mean!” 

She laughed, long and loud. “Excuse me? I know better than anyone how you treat your OLI. I don’t think you get to tell me  what’s ‘too mean.’ “ 

“Well can’t you just give him back?” 

Had they listened to a word she’d said? “No!” 

“Why not?!” 

She glared down at them, sunlight glinting off of her goggles. “Because unlike you, I actually know how to take care of him.” 

“Yeah? W-well…that doesn’t mean you can take him!” 

She turned her back and began to gather up her things with one arm, her robot firmly grasped in the other. They were done here. 

But apparently, the twins had different ideas. 

“You’re a thief you know that?” One yelled. “You’re stealing Ollie!” 

She didn’t even stop. “You can’t steal something that was already abandoned.” 

“But we didn’t—!” 

She cut them off. “If it’s in the trash, you resign ownership. That’s the law. I wasn’t stealing.” 

She didn’t really know if that was the case, but what was the chance of them knowing that? She just needed to get them off of her back. If they actually contacted the police… they were rich enough to cause a hassle. 

“But we didn’t know that! It was an accident!” 

“Yeah, you have to give him back!” 

“So you can hurt him all over again?” 

“Th-that’s—” 

“That’s enough. Run along now, we’re done here.” And with that, she walked away. 

“Ollie!” The twins screamed, rushing towards him. She hastened her footsteps. “Ollie, come back!” 

“We need you!” 

“Mom won’t let us get a new one!” 

Their voices faded into the distance as she walked further away. Finally, peace. 

“Good riddance.” She muttered under her breath. That problem dealt with, she turned back to her robot. Her robot, who had not stopped trembling since she picked him up. Her robot, who wept the only way he could, bursts of static and rapidly flickering eyes. Her robot, who she know learned had a name she ought to have guessed far, far earlier. 

“Ollie?” 

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Bad. 

Bad bad bad bad bad bad badbadbadbadbad—

He’d ruined everything. 

And he couldn’t even say he was sorry. 

He’d broken his legs. He’d broken his voice box. He’d broken his eye. That’s all he did. Just break and break and break until… until what? When would the monster stop and give up? When would she realize just how much time he made her waste? How much money he’d cost her? 

When would she realize that he just wasn’t worth it? 

“They’re gone, Ollie.” The monster said, prying him from her jacket. “It’s alright.” 

But it wasn’t. It would never be alright, not as long as he was there, messing up her life. 

But as it was, he could only shake his head vehemently. 

“Come on, let’s go home.” 

And this time it was the monster who hugged him close. 

#robot whump #whump writing #whumpee #whump #reluctant caretaker #odd little thilng

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Flowers I Associate With Redacted Characters Part 2

Avior - Aster I've actually had this one for years. This fall-blooming herb with daisy-like flowers stands for wisdom, faith, and valour. Named after the Greek word for "Star" due to its blooms resembling a star. The Aster flower blooms in pink, red, white, lilac, and mauve. This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "take care of yourself for me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.

Vega - Lavender You'd think this one would be for Cam, but while Lavender is known to have calming effects, signifying peace, it also represents distrust as the asp that killed Cleopatra hid in a lavender field. I thought that was fitting given the seeming "two sides of the coin" we see in Vega being both caring towards Pet in the Imperium and his ruthlessness in his campaign against the Sovereigns.

Cam - Cosmos Peace Lily was too on-the-nose and too clean to be Cam's flower. While Peace Lilies only represent pure, uncontested peace; Cosmos not only represent peace, but also order, stability, and balance. Cosmos comes from the Greek word "Kosmos", which means "balanced world". Cam is still very much figuring himself out. He doesn't always make the right decisions or have all the answers, but he's trying. He's not quite adding something as black and white as "good" or "light" into the world to eclipse the bad, but he's doing his best to bring some peace and perspective to those who need it; to help them find balance in their own worlds.

Caelum - Daisy Daises are ambassadors of springtime, thus are linked to new life and renewal. Dasies represent new beginnings, cheerfulness, hope, purity, innocence, joy, loyalty, and love. Their petals close around their sunny yellow centre at night and open up in the morning.

Ollie - False Indigo Giving the most normal of normal guys a flower known for its use in witchcraft because I can lol. False Indigo is heavily associated with protection and healing. In witchcraft, it is used in protective spells and amulets while in ancient medicine, it was used against all manner of infections from topical to internal. False Indigo is also an important plant to butterflies and other pollinators in the ecosystem, providing them with food and shelter.

Aaron - Protea These imposing, scale-like flowers (also known as Sugarbushes) rely on fire to spread their seeds. They are commonly seen sprouting up shortly after forest fires, their colourful blooms in stark contrast to a blanket of ash. These flowers don't just survive in harsh conditions, they thrive in them. Native to South Africa and popular in Australia, these bold-looking blooms represent strength, resilience, and the power to survive anything. Burgundy Protea flowers in particular represent luxury, success, career growth, maturity, wisdom, and devotion.

Elliott - Moonflower Many of us are familiar with Morning Glories, the flower that opens up its petals with the sun, then shuts them as the day goes on, but not too many of us know the Morning Glory's counterpart: the Moonflower (sometimes known as the Tropical White Morning Glory). So named for its resemblance to the moon; an antithesis to the Morning Glory, the Moonflower opens its petals with the moon and closes them when touched by the morning dew. Moonflowers are heavily associated with dreams and romance. They emit a sweet, intoxicating perfume when they bloom during the night. This fragrance is thought to represent the transformative power of our dreams, as well as their ability to transport us to new places and new experiences. White Moonflowers represent the power of dreams, they also represent hope, not only blooming in darkness, but reflecting the light of the moon for others to find their way as well.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted avior #redacted vega #redacted cam #redacted camelopardalis #redacted caelum #redacted ollie #redacted aaron #redacted elliott #flower language

[forever-rogue]

I fell in love with the previous holiday request 🥹 can you do another part, maybe Christmas morning and presents? Dad Eddie is so cuteeeee

AN | I love dad Eddie too, so have some more! 🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Daddy,” Eddie heard the small voice calling out to him, but he kept his eyes tightly shut. Maybe if she thought he was still sleeping, she’d give him a break. Wishful thinking. This was his daughter after all. A little hand patted his cheek, “Daddy! Wake up!”

Eddie opened one eye to find Ollie looking at him with big eyes and a shy smile. How on earth was he ever supposed to be mad at her? He reached up and gently poked her cheek, causing her to giggle, “what are you doing up, Ollie Pop?”

“It’s Christmas,” her eyes went wide as she reached for his hand to drag him out of bed, as if she’d accomplish that through sheer force, “you gotta get up! Santa was here!”

“Can I have five more minutes?” he pleaded with her, not ready to leave the comfort of the warm bed and your soft body next to his. She put her hands on his cheeks and made sure he was looking at her, “please?”

“You say that sometimes and then it ends up being forever,” she huffed; she was really calling him out on his little white lies. The kid was too smart for her own good.

“I’m old, Ollie,” he sighed dramatically, “I need my sleep and rest…just like you do. So why don’t go back to bed for a little while?”

“Nope,” she looked so pleased with herself, displaying her big gap-toothed smile as she shook her head, a few dark curls bouncing roguishly, “Daddy, you can’t sleep in on Christmas!”

“Alright, alright,” part of him wanted to say no, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to do, “five minutes then?”

“Five minutes,” she agreed, “I’ll wait in the living room.”

“No peeking at what Santa left! And no touching either,” she scoffed as she walked, giving him a stern look and finger waggle before closing the door behind her, “I mean it, Olivia!”

He heard her yell something inaudible back and chuckled to himself. She was a lot, but he wouldn’t have changed a thing about her.

“Five minutes only, Daddy,” you teased, turning over to face him. He playfully rolled his eyes before leaning to press a soft kiss to your lips. You were just waking up, bleary eyed and soft-smiled with wild hair. You were the most gorgeous being he had ever seen, “hi.”

“Hi,” he grinned back, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face before settling his hand on the slight swell of your belly. It turned out that you had gotten him an early Christmas present that year, “do you think I can get away with making fifteen?”

“Not a chance.”

“Ten?”

“If it’s even a moment over five, she’ll be right back in here to drag you out,” you laughed softly as he leaned back against the pillow, letting out a heavy sigh, “you should know that by now. It’s your kid after all.”

“She’s half yours,” he snorted as you shook your head, “oh? Are you telling me you swapped babies at the hospital and traded our baby for a different one?”

“Oh no,” you giggled in amusement, “there’s no denying that’s our kid. But…right now, early on Christmas morning, she’s all yours. You’re basically a single dad until at least ten this morning.”

“I’d argue with you on that,” he rolled over so you were under him, caged between his arms as he dipped his hand down to kiss you. He made sure to keep his weight off you so he wouldn’t hurt the baby…yeah, he was that kind of father - overprotective and always worried, but you loved it, “but I think you deserve some more rest. You’re doing all the hard work right now, growing our son.”

“Bold of you to assume it’ll be a boy!”

“I just have a feeling,” he smirked, “you’ll realize I was right in about five months.”

“I-”

“Daddy!” you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up as he hung his head and sighed softly.

“Better go,” you whispered, reaching up and putting your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over the apple of his cheek, “I’ll be there soon, I promise. I just want to close my eyes for a few more minutes. Your son is really taking it out of me right now.”

“I’ll allow it,” he turned his face and pressed a kiss to your palm, “just rest. We’ll see you soon.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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“Alright, Ollie Pop,” Eddie rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes as he walked down the hall and into the living room. But his daughter was nowhere in sight, which immediately caused his anxiety to spike, “kiddo?”

“In the kitchen,” she called back and he relaxed before wondering what she was up to. He padded into the kitchen and froze at the sight in front of him. Ollie was standing on a chair, chocolate powder all over her and the kitchen counter. As soon as she noticed his expression, she turned oh so innocent and sheepish, “sorry Daddy. I was gonna make chocolate milk for us.”

Part of him wanted to be mad and blame her for the mess, but he knew there was no point. She was just a kid, and she was trying her best; the most important thing was that she was okay. Messes were annoying but they could always be cleaned up, “that’s very sweet of you, little miss. Maybe next time wait for me or Mommy, okay?”

“Okay,” she held her arms to him, silently asking for him to pick her up, “I wanted to surprise you!”

“Consider me surprised,” he picked her up and perched her on his hip as he grabbed a rag to start cleaning, “you’re something else, kid.”

“Is that good or bad?’ she looked at him curiously and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to her cheek.

“Very good,” he promised, “the absolutely best. Now - let’s get this cleaned up and then I’ll help you make some chocolate milk and maybe we can open a few presents. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes!”

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After Eddie cleaned up the kitchen and the kid, he let her drag him into the living room. He started a fire as she excitedly sat down in front of the tree, but her attention was quickly pulled to the window. 

“Wow,” she jumped and ran over to the sliding glass patio door, putting her little hands on it as she looked into the backyard. It was snowing softly outside, everything outside was already covered in a soft layer of the glittering white flakes, “Daddy, its snowing! Can we go play outside later?”

“Sure thing, Ollie Pop,” he cast her a fond little look; he’d never had moments like this as a child and he was happy (and proud) to be able to give this to her. He’d vowed to capture every special moment with her, “but we gotta open presents and eat breakfast first, okay?”

“Okay,” she turned back to him with a serious look on her little face, “can we build a snowman and an igloo? Like the ones in my cartoon!”

“I mean, we can try,” he promised, “but we’re not penguins like the ones in the Pingu, so I don’t know how good ours will be. But we can definitely try.”

“We’ll do great,” she promised, padding back over to the tree and sitting down cross legged, “penguins don’t have hands or fingers so it must be harder for them. It’ll be easy for us ‘cause we have both!”

“You’re so smart,” he beamed at her before grabbing a blanket off the couch, and putting it over the two of them as he sat down next to her, “you definitely take after your mom.”

“Nuh uh,” she shook her head and waved her hand at him. Where did she get all this sass? You, he could practically hear you saying, “Mommy says I’m just like you.”

“Yeah? Not surprising at all,” he crooked his finger at her, and she leaned in close to him as he bent to reach her ear, “Mommy’s sometimes really sassy too. She’s just as goofy and silly as you are. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

“Hear what?” she feigned and shrugged her little shoulder as he just nodded. He’d taught his little mini-me so well. Ollie fell silent for a moment before looking at him seriously, “can I ask you a question?”

“Anything kiddo.”

“Do you and Mommy know Santa Clause?” she whispered causing Eddie to almost choke on his chocolate milk. He started coughing to clear his throat and she was closely scrutinizing.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Last year Santa got me exactly what I wanted,” she mused, casting a suspicious look at all the presents under the tree, “how would he know that?”

“That’s because you left him a letter along with the milk and cookies, remember?” he was internally panicking, wondering what the heck he was supposed to tell her. The two of you hadn’t discussed what you’d say if she asked about Santa. He couldn’t do this alone, he needed you for back up. He cast a forlorn glance down the hall and the bedroom.

“Yeah, but it still doesn’t make sense,” she huffed, “how can he know exactly what I want and all the other kids in the world? How could he get me presents and everyone else? It makes no sense!”

“Sure it does,” he lied. Damn. This kid really was way too smart, “he’s got all his elves to help and then his reindeer to help. They all work really hard and fast.”

“Hmm,” she pondered over his words and he hoped that she would just accept his word for it. He didn’t want the full magic of Christmas to disappear for her just yet…and he definitely didn’t want to have to tell her that Santa wasn’t real without you, “I guess. Next year I wanna stay up all night so we can catch him! Can we, Daddy?”

“Totally,” he agreed, a wave of relief washing over him, “we’ll catch him.”

Crisis averted for now. 

“Can I open a present?’ she asked sweetly and he nodded, reaching under the tree and grabbing a box for her. She took it gently, but eagerly and went to shake it but Eddie shook his head and stopped her.

“You have to be gentle with it.”

“Okay,” she slowly started to rip off the wrapping paper as you made your way into the living room, all wrapped up in your fluffy robe and looking cozy, “Mommy!”

“Good morning, my little love,” you crouched down and pressed a big kiss to her cheek, “merry Christmas.”

She wrapped her little arms around your neck as she gave you a tight hug, “merry Christmas!”

“Go on,” you nudged her back towards her present and turned your attention to your husband, “and good morning to you, my love.”

“Hi baby,” he pulled you towards him, settling you on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder. He ran a hand over your belly, causing you to sigh softly, “and hello baby.”

“Dork,” you turned your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek before the two of you watched Ollie finish ripping off the wrapping. You watched in eager anticipation as she studied what she had just unwrapped. It took her a few moments, but when she realized what it was, she squealed in delight, jumping up and down with a burst of energy, “well? What do you think, Ollie?”

“It’s a guitar!” she exclaimed as if the two of you didn’t know exactly what it was, “now I can be just like Daddy!”

“You’re going to be even cooler than me,” he insisted as she ran over and hugged him, almost knocking him over in the process, “do you like it?”

“It’s what I asked Santa for!” she was almost yelling with all the excitement in her little body, “will you teach me how to play?”

“Absolutely,” he promised; she’d been fascinated with him playing the guitar since she was a baby. Once she’d gotten older and really understood what it was, she’d begged for own little guitar. You’d both agreed that now was as good a time as any to get her started, “you’re going to be a natural. I can’t wait to teach you.”

“Me too,” she started to open the box, being as careful as she could. If Eddie had passed on his love of music to her, he also passed on the knowledge of care and respect for the instruments.

You shifted slightly so you could turn to Eddie and leaned in towards him, lowering your voice, “do you think we should tell her? That way she’ll have plenty of time to process beforehand…”

“I think now is an excellent time to tell her,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking back at Ollie, “hey kiddo, your mother and I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” she plopped onto the floor and looked at the two of you with curious eyes. She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment, surprisingly introspective for such a small thing. Before either of you could say anything she made a small sound, “oh. Is it about the new baby?”

Your mouth dropped open as you and Eddie exchanged surprised looks. Both of you pointed at each other in surprise, trying to figure out if either of you had spilled the beans. You shook your head and Eddie did the same. He looked at daughter in amusement as she continued to try and unwrap the box, “Olivia May Munson, how did you know that?”

She shrugged, playing it off for a moment as the two of you waited for her to go on, “Mommy’s been sick in the mornings, and I heard her tell you about going to the doctor. Lilly said that her mom was sick a lot in the mornings and they told her she was getting a sister.”

You leaned into Eddie and whispered in his ear, “she’s way too smart and perceptive for her own good.”

“She’s your daughter after all,” he beamed, “guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

“Is it true?” she paused and looked at both of you, her brows knitting together, “is there a new baby?”

“It’s true,” you promised, reaching out for her to come over. She clambered over and sat down in your lap, “you’re going to be a big sister soon. You’re going to have a brother or a sister!”

“Wow,” her eyes lit up and you could tell that she was genuinely excited, “that’s cool! I hope it’s a brother…wait no - a sister! Well, either one really.”

“You’re such a good girl,” Eddie stroked her chubby little cheek, nothing but fondness coloring his voice, “we love you so much, Ollie. And that is never going to change. You’re always going to be our baby girl. We’ll always love you.”

“I know,” she put a chubby little hand on both of your cheeks, “I love you too.”

“Good,” you grinned, “glad to know we’re all on the same page.”

“Yes,” she promised, nodding and causing her unruly curls to bounce wildly, “now can we finish opening presents?”

“Never change, kid,” Eddie laughed as he wrapped an arm around you, “I love you both so much, my girls -  my boy!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie x mom!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #st

[ifidiedinadream]

So I woke up not even 15 minutes ago and ny mind already chose to be brutal. It's kinda hc stuff including cnc and non-con rape elements so I wanna warn about that just incase. Obviously just delete this if this makes you uncomfortable.

This is quite long and turned into a writing with smut???? I don't even write? Anyways bare that in mind if this is terribly written 😂

I thought about dating Aleksi. You would be alone at home because Ale went to the studio to work on some songs with the band. You were tired so you were napping on the couch when he comes back, but he brought one of the guys with him for a visit. (I don't have anyone specific from the band in mind but maybe Olli or Joonas? could be anyone tbh)

They find you sleeping while laying on your stomach. You aren't wearing that much, just panties and an oversized t shirt. Your other leg is bent making your t shirt ride up to your middle and giving a great view of your ass. Your boyfriend Aleksi's thoughts are filled with flashbacks of the time you two discussed about wanting to try a threesome but you eventually chickened out cause you're a bit shy so the thought was a bit overwhelming to you that you would have to be so bare with someone else with you in the bedroom. Aleksi thought about how disappointed you were that you just can't let go of your shyness and small insecurities cause you expressed that you really wanted to try something with someone else in the mix. You have discussed cnc stuff before and acted on your fantasies before (You both get really turned on when he uses you when you're asleep. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of it but other times you don't notice anything till you wake up in the morning since you are an heavy sleeper.)

Now he's just thinking how this is the best opportunity for you to have what you want: sexual experience with a someone else other than you and a touch on what a threesome might be. Maybe you won't be so shy after it's already done once and you won't feel that reluctant to try a proper threesome later.

He explains and talks it over with (ok for the sake of me writing this, let's say it's:) Olli and after a bit of discussion and a couple questions from Olli, they move closer to your sleeping form. Aleksi comes up to where your face is turned to the side; facing the room. Meanwhile Olli takes a seat by your feet. Aleksi softly checks how deeply you're sleeping, caressing your face with the back of his fingers. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and nods to Olli that he can proceed. Olli takes his pants off completely and gets on his knees, hovering over the back of your thighs careful not to wake you. He pulls his underwear down and works his cock for a couple of minutes to get himself completely hard, thinking about what he's gonna do to you next helps him. He swiftly pulls down your panties and doesn't waste time thumping his cock into you. He starts of slow, you aren't that wet that the slide would be easy. He pulls out halfway, spreads out your cheeks and spits to where you two are connected to give a bit of a lubricant.

He then picks up the pace and starts pounding into you properly, keeping a fast tempo. Aleksi is giving you kisses here and there and sometimes he takes a look at Olli. Olli is starting to sweat, his curly hair is sticking to his forehead and he's breathing out these shaky moans. Aleksi has to admit it's quite a sight and he has no shame admitting in his mind that his own body is starting to get worked up. Bold as Aleksi is, he mutters to Olli how he wouldn't mind being under him the next time and how Olli looks so hot using his girlfriend's body so shamelessly. Olli whines out, not really expecting the words coming out of Ale's mouth. If you agree to a threesome after this maybe you have to have a proper discussion the three of you of what you all would want out of said threesome.

Olli is starting to near his orgasm, his other hand is supporting himself over you but the other squeezes your hip. Suddenly Aleksi notices you stirring awake. He caresses your face, soothing you after you're awake and a bit startled seeing aleksi in front of you, who is fucking into you if he's there? You get anxious but Aleksi is already soothing and shushing you. He tells you to calm down, you're okay. He nods to Olli to continue after he calmed down his thrusting a bit when you woke up. Olli starts fucking into you again, harder than before since he's close to his edge.

Aleksi has got you to calm down, telling you how you're such a good girl letting Olli use you, describing how needy Olli looks. You aren't opposed to the situation anymore, starting to get a bit turned on even, listening to Olli's moans. Olli let's out couple of big breaths and moans out loud, pushing deep into you and stops his movements as his orgasm washes over him.

Aleksi praises you and gives you a long and passionate kiss. You were so good and brave. Olli pulls out of you and smooths back your hair, caressing it and asks you in a soft voice if you're alright. You turn your upper body the best you can and smile up to him and say better than alright, thanking him for checking in on you. Olli hesitates but leans down to give you a kiss on your cheek as a small token of his appreciation of you.

After awhile you're all sitting down and talking about when would be the best time to meet up for a threesome and what you all would want to happen. You feel happy that you aren't that nervous voicing your wants and needs out loud, you're also glad Olli isn't that intimidating to talk to, his soft smile encourages you.

Okay how did I write THAT I've seriously not written anything like this ever. I'm gonna just leave this here and retreat to the background to, idk bite my nails anxiously lol

don't be anxious!!!!! we love cnc around here!! this isn't much on the c side of cnc bc reader and ale haven't really talked about this possible scenario happening but tbh dubious consent fantasies somehow turn me on ever more than cnc, so by me you're perfectly fine

this is hot and i want it SO bad!!!!

#fantasies #cnc tw #consensual non consent tw #dubious consent tw #consensual somnophilia cw

[pxperplxnets]

new jobs, new problems.

summary: aurora arrives to her new job at prema, quickly understanding that dealing with a certain estonian would be harder than she had thought.

pairing: paul aron x aurora simmons.

paul and aurora character descriptions

word count: 531

warnings: swearing

lowercase intended!

part two.

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with the beginning of the 2022 season, aurora simmons entered freca as a new competitor for prema racing.

she was completely ecstatic to be part of the team. she had met multiple drivers from prema, competing against them and being part of ferraris driver academy.

there was one single down side to her new contract. she was going to have to deal with paul aron from close proximity. 

look, she didn't know him much, but she had interacted enough with him to know that she couldn’t stand him. he was cocky and mean, she genuinely didn't understand how dino was such good friends with him.

aurora stood in front of the doors of the building, tightening her grip on her bag before walking in. dino and ollie both stood near the door, waiting for her. after she greeted both of them with a proper hug, they took her where all the other drivers were.

as she walked into the room, her eyes immediately met paul’s. she nodded slightly in his direction, greeting him without having to actually talk to him.

the girl was met with huge enthusiasm from the other drivers, all of them asking her questions and creating conversation with her as paul just stood quietly in the corner.

“how do you feel about the season?” hamda asked her, “pretty good actually, i think i have a good chance to win” she answered confidently. her eyebrows raised as she heard a faint laugh from paul’s direction. she turned her head towards him and gave him a questioning look, “what exactly is funny?” her voice made him roll his eyes. “nothing, i just think it’s very bold of you to say something like that, it's only your first season with prema” he made straight eye contact with her, as if he was daring her to differ.

everyone else had gone quiet. ollie and dino looked at each other tiredly, both knowing that there was no point in trying to stop them.

“not my first season in freca, though. remember that i got more points than you last season?” she leaned to the front a bit, getting closer to him and keeping eye contact. she wasn't going to let him get to her. “you really think you can win with a new team and new car?” his eyebrow raised slightly. “i don't think, im going to win and beat your sorry ass all the way to the back of the grid” if looks could kill, they would both be six feet under.

the room was quiet if you ignored the subtle ‘ohhhhh’s’ that conrad let out. “we’ll see about that” he answered. “look, i know you have this whole ‘im such a winner and a bad boy’ thing going on, but that doesn't intimidate me. i’ve been through too many of those while making my way in motorsport. got it?” her voice was firm and a little aggressive, like she was putting an end to the conversation but also prepared to keep going. “whatever.” he sighed, rolling his eyes and finally breaking eye contact.

they all stayed in awkward silence until dino was kind enough to break it. “so.. let’s go eat?”

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authors note;

i really enjoyed writing this, so i hope you like it!

also im dedicating this to @myplantregulus because paul

#Paul Aron #paul aron one shots #paul aron x oc #paul x aurora #Prema #prema racing #premaoneshots #aurora simmons #pxperplxnets #freca #frecaoneshots

[switchingolliesmythe]

F2F: As he had done the previous day, Sebastian arrived to the auction house early on that Friday morning, and when the work out time was done he saw Ollie drifting from the general crowd to go and lean against a nearby wall. It was breaking his heart to see his beloved brother like that, his usual sass and spark almost faded by the darkness that was that place. He walked up to him and spoke softly, not to startled him too much. "Ollie" he said, his own voice also hollow and sad.

"Hey Bas." Ollie said simply as he folded his arms over his chest to cover himself a little. It was the one time he genuinely hated anyone looking him. It didn't help he couldn't hide behind his fancy clothes or bold words and just...was, well, meat. Which was rather the point of this whole trip.