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w2soneshots · 2 months

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Can I request Harry x female reader smut based on the hide & seek sidemen challenge. Harry finds the reader and they think they can get a quickie in before anyone finds them but they get caught. Queue the funny hard launch and teases from everyone.

If you feel uncomfortable doing smut then Harry x female reader based on the holiday vs holiday vids. You’re invited to join them where a bond with Harry deepens, super cute moments that make it into the edit.

Hide & seek -W2S

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Warnings: light smut, head (fem receiving).

In which the sidemen ask you to join their hide & seek video and you and Harry get up to no good.

a/n: I love this idea! (Also I know it’s not exactly like your request but I just started writing and sort of forgot lol)🤍

I've been with Harry for over three years now. We met during a YouTube event, exchanged numbers, went on a few dates, fucked, then he asked if I'd be his girlfriend, of course I said yes. Naturally I became good friends with the boys along with Talia, Faith and Freya. I've been in a few of there videos before and recently they asked if I'd be in a hide and seek, I immediately said yes.

Today is the day of the video. I woke up next to Harry. "Morning." I said groggily. "Good morning, sleep good?" He asked pulling me into his chest. I hummed "yea." We got up and out of bed soon after, got in the shower and got ready. I did my hair and makeup simple then walked into the kitchen to see Harry and grab some breakfast. He was fully ready, spreading butter over his toast. "Want some?" He asked over his shoulder. I nodded "yes please!"

Once we ate breakfast, we headed to the location of the shoot. When we arrived, after an hour and a half drive, Harry parked the car and we got out. "Oh my god, this place is crazy!" I said looking at the mansion. "Hey!" I said when I spotted JJ, me and him get along great, when I first started dating Harry he really made an effort to include me when we were at parties etc, which I really appreciated. "Hi, how are you?" He said pulling me into a friendly hug. "Good, good. You?" I responded. He smiled "Great!..." And went on to tell me all about some new music that he's been working on. Which I'm very excited to listen to.

They're filming "sidemen hide and seek in the most expensive house in London" so when everyone arrived the women who owned the house showed us around, also marking what areas were in and out of bounds. Then the camera men set up all of their cameras and filming began. "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to London's most expensive house, ever!" JJ began. "And we have a special guest, since we don't have Tobi we thought we'd invite someone else... y/n, since you loved her so much in the other videos!" JJ continued. The camera came up into my face, I smiled and waved. And everyone cheered. Then the video sprung straight into action, the boys immediately ran over to the massive zip line at the end of the hill below us. I stood next to JJ and laughed at their antics.

Soon everyone began hiding, I quickly found a spot in one of the rooms upstairs, it was small- a little bit like a wardrobe but could easily fit a few people. I sat on the floor, in the dark with my camera and waited. Soon I heard footsteps and stood up, then the door cracked open and I heard a gasp, "you scared the shit out of me!" Harry whispered. "Oh, it's you I thought you were JJ!" I said just as quietly. He stepped into the room. "You know... everyone's outside..." Harry said with a smirked. My mouth dropped into an O shape. "Harry!" I whisper, shouted and pushed my elbow into his chest. He slowly made his way down and onto his knees, then raised his eyebrows. I sighed then cheekily smiled "go on then." I whispered. His smirk grew bigger and he quickly pulled down my skirt along with my knickers. I gasped suddenly at the feeling of his tongue running through my folds. I grabbed his hair hard with my hand as he continued.

He stood up, smirk still plastered on his face. "Thank you, I'll remember that later." I said quietly into his ear and he groaned slightly. Suddenly the door swung open. Me and Harry both jumped back and our backs hit the wall. JJ along with Ethan and two camera men stood in front of us, thank god I'd already pulled my pants up. "Ha! Got ya!" JJ exclaimed. But Ethan looked at us with a funny face, "uh, what were you too doing in here?". I took in an unsteady breath "hiding?" I quickly replied. "You sure?" He said cocking a brow. "Yup." Harry said then moved past the boys and I quickly followed.

"Your hairs looking a little messy Harry." Ethan shouted after us with his signature laugh. After the video ended Ethan informed the rest of the group of what he'd seen and they immediately began teasing us. The teasing took a long time to die down but to be honest me and Harry both thought it was pretty hilarious.

#fanfic #image #oneshot #sidemen #harry lewis #harry w2s #w2s #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s fic #wrotoshaw #wroetoshaw #smut #request #hide and seek #sidemen sunday

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untitled-tmnt-blog · 5 months

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Are you reading @phoebepheebsphibs's Hide and Seek yet? Because if not, you should be.

The above is a small snippet from the first chapter. Splinter is newly-mutated, with nothing but the clothes on his back and the four baby turtles in his arms. His entire life has been ripped away from him, shaken up to something unrecognizable, and tossed back in his lap. He didn't ask for any of this... But at this moment, he realizes that doesn't matter. These turtles are his sons, and they need him.

He is NOT going to abandon them.

This fic consistently pulls so many emotions from me, and I love it so much! It truly has it all: new parent Splinter, unprepared for fatherhood but trying his best; the most adorable mutant baby turtles you've ever seen; beautiful artwork drawn for each chapter... Seriously, you won't regret giving it a read!

#rottmnt #art #my art #hide and seek #rise of the tmnt #my post #alt text #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #turtle tots #I seriously love this fic so much #I cried over the christmas chapter the other day #like legitimately #there were tears in my eyes

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takami-takami · 11 months

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Oh you know exactly what I want😈

Keigo + Primal Play

Go wild with it! ❤️

☕️anon

When it comes to primal instincts, Keigo Takami is king.

For all the years of sexual repression he endured as he focused on work, of shoving down his desires like neatly folded clothes in an overpacked suitcase, he didn't anticipate a curveball such as yourself to go ahead and unlatch the lock.

It starts the moment he lays eyes on you. Pretty little thing, he thinks, so excited to shake his firm hand and introduce yourself to the number two.

His gaze drops to the flesh of your neck.

You're unmarked.

He can keep it locked a little longer, over the months and years you get to know each other, as you become intertwined in your perfect little romance of an origin story.

You let your guard down around him, he thinks one afternoon, with your feet propped lazily on his couch. He tries not to watch out of the corner of his dilated eyes, the way your legs absentmindedly kick back and forth. The vulnerable to prey pipeline in his mind isn't one he prefers to give any credence to; but frankly, it is quite loud. Pressure builds and builds, and a dog held back by its kennel will grow restless in the absence of an outlet for such instincts.

It drives him up the wall, the way you'd let him do anything to you. Thoughts plague his mind on repeat as he stares up at his ceiling in the middle of the night, twisting a single feather between his thumb and index finger. Do you even know what you're asking for? Oh, he thinks you do. When he presses you down against the bed with a kiss, your legs fall open, entirely subconsciously. When he grips you with his nails tight enough to leave marks, you choke out a moan.

It takes every ounce of his cognitive effort to tap into the rational part of his mind, the part that wants to give it to you slow and sweet.

Saccharine as you are, sweet is what you deserve. But Keigo can see it in your eyes, in the wide-eyed way you blink up at him when he's on top of you, the way you roll your head to expose your jugular: sweet isn't what you want.

The last of his resolve cracks when you lean in and whisper, "you can do whatever you want to me. I want you to."

From that moment on, he starts to allow himself those indulgences. If he wants to make hickies bloom in obscene places, he'll do it. With his eyes so lidded he can barely see, he obliges your request and clicks a collar around your neck. He twists and stares in the mirror at the crimson claw marks on his back after each nightly shower, feathers trembling with a giddy thrill.

Satisfied, finally.

This newfound game of cat and mouse keeps him perfectly stimulated, feeds his need for enrichment and satiates his instincts exactly as he needs it. When you ask him what he'd think about playing a less than innocent game of hide and seek, he swears he's died and gone to heaven.

You're just perfect.

His favorite little chewtoy.

#mini ask event #i tried to keep this concise for the ask event but I WANNA WRITE MORE ON IT #i might actually do a separate fic on keigo and chasing/hide and seek and primal play #or do a separate bullet list on it too #aghHHHGGGGHHHH #☕ kills me once again #💌 asks #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #🖋 writing #smut #mha thirst #bnha thirst #🌶 spice #hawks x reader

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maulfucker · 2 months

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This song is making me want to start yet another fic to never finish,, "Tell me... Where is your hideout? Who are we running from? I'm starting to think that you were right, and now I'm afraid of letting go of your hand...." Maul giving up on his Mandalore plan and deciding to just stalk Kenobi to tell him about his vision. Staying illegally in Obi-Wan's room because I love putting these guys in situations (and because Maul would NOT leave him alone until Obi-Wan actually accepted Maul is right, which he won't). Following Obi-Wan to Utapau and helping him escape after the clones attack, feeling equal parts vindicated and enraged (because he was proved right but Sidious still won). Them being on the run together....

#hm i should make an original post tag #maul #obi-wan #obimaul #<- probably but not necessarily. i can write non shipping fics i swear.#song is jamoga by selvagens à procura de lei #i love the original version but the acoustic version with roberta campos is also really really good #that part up there is the chorus and not the only part that's giving me fic vibes but it's the best example #''we were two winding roads seeking each other through separate ways... i thought you had blamed me‚ but no one had trapped me..#you were the only one I could call the only one‚ and yet.. i stopped calling your name....''#<- part that also makes me Think #back to story ideas i am also thinking about maul faking padmé's death on mustafar (with magick. because it's fun)#and padmé moving in with the larses. pretending to be beru's sister. raising luke there‚ both of them in hiding.#she would enjoy the simple life. it reminds her of her youth in naboo‚ before she became queen.#[... meanwhile maul and obi-wan are fighting for their lives]#i am a huge sucker for enemies to friends (to lovers) with these two #and i think having to live together in a small ship and shitty space hotel rooms would be great for bonding (joke)#(but i'm still shoving them in there)#what's more fun than roaming the galaxy with your worstie because you're both hiding from the government #bickering the entire time because you still lowkey want to kill each other

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illegiblehandwriting1 · 9 months

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do you ever think about the fact that if Sky - y'know, Godslayer, Chosen Hero of Hylia, certified almighty badass - ever fought the Shadow, he would just be fighting himself so it would be the hardest battle he's ever fought and it would all come down to luck and attitude. yeah me too.

#NOT ch17 #so calm yourself #am literally just having a lot of Thoughts #i was thinking about ch16 again #and it would be harder than the demise fight cuz he beat demise. so. yeah.#that would suck #go check out Elastic Heart and To Isolate if you want some banger Sky v Dink btw #both on ao3 #first one's by Sky_the_Lofty-Nutcase #second one's by sky_squido (not secretlysheikah my bad)#but secretlysheikah DID write a sky angst fic called Hide and Seek #also very very good #you've probably heard of them #ANYWAY i'm just sorta thinking about that rn #smoke & ashes #lu sky #chicken scratch

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noodyl-blasstal · 5 months

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Hide and go Splat

It's @taznovembercelebration day 10 and the card I drew was "hide". Welcome to the world of hide and seek paintball!

Read below or on Ao3, you can find yesterday's prompt here.

"One, two, three, four..."

Taako runs, sprints even, hurdles some of the bales of hay and swings himself up into the tree he scoped out on the way here. Flip wizard! Unstoppable! Apart from...

"Ow!" Someone very solid and very in Taako's tree says as he slams into them.

An arm reaches out and snakes round his waist, pulling them tight together at the hip.

"You're in Taako's tree!" Taako says, not making any effort at all to move - he's absolutely not planning to get any paint on him today and the branch is big, but not large enough for them to leave any space between them. Also Taako can't lie, the sensation of a strong arm wrapped around his waist, a yielding hip pressed to his, not bad. Definitely not bad. If this guy would just take off his visor Taako could assess whether this was a first date or not. Chances look good based on the bottom of his face. Lup did say Taako should try being more creative about how he met guys, she’ll be so pleased.

"I'd say, arguably, you're in my tree, considering I was here first." Interesting, the tree thief has an accent.

It doesn't necessarily sound like an on purpose accent, Taako's fairly sure that it's a bad impression of Cockney, but it's interesting nonetheless. He's from the green team, although all his gear is definitely the darkest shade he could find. A few brighter stripes on his forearms and the green t-shirt are the only indicators that he's not just some tree stealing renegade and is actually meant to be here. Taako searches the memory banks, honestly, he was paying more attention to finding the best hiding spot than who else was playing, but he definitely remembered giving one member of the green team a lingering once over instead of paying complete attention to the safety talk. This seemed like the same dude.

"So, what's a guy like you doing in a nice place like this?"

The man snorts. "I thought that was supposed to be a complimentary line?"

"You laughed, didn't you?"

"I thought maybe you were trying to charm me into letting my guard down so you could get me?"

"The only thing Taako wants to hit is the target. Then he can go home and get comfy."

The man inclines his head like he's thinking about the prospect of getting comfy, hopefully with Taako. Lup's gonna be so proud if he manages to pick up a guy in a tree.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." He does sound regretful.

"Why not?" Taako's happy to chat, honestly, if he keeps a member of another team distracted it's still playing the game.

"The rules, Taako? The point of us being here today?"

Oh, he was a rules guy. Bad, terrible actually. Taako couldn't date a rules guy.

Taako sighs, loud and obnoxious (no one's nearby, he checked first). "What if you just didn't stop me though?"

"Why?"

"Cha'boy would really like to hit the target. Think of how nice the cheers would be. Ta-ko! Ta-ko! Ta-ko!" He chant whispers, throwing his arms up in imaginary triumph.

"And why would I want them chanting your name instead of mine?" Taako can't see the top of his face through his visor, but he can feel the questioning eyebrow that's definitely raised.

"You'd have to tell me what it is so I know how it'd sound chanted. Ta-ko is hard to beat."

"It's Kravitz."

"Kra-vitz! Kra-vitz! Kra-vitz!" Taako does a test whisper cheer. "Fine, yours is pretty good too."

"Thank you!" Kravitz sounds pleased that Taako's acknowledged the chant-ability of his name. "So you can see why I can't let you do it?" Kravitz asks. He even sounds a little sorry.

"Counterpoint..." Taako is nothing if not great at making airtight, logically sound arguments. "... Blue team sucks."

Taako's got him here, he can tell.

"Mmhm." Kravitz says, keeping his cards close to his chest.

"Greens can't beat blues, but the mighty reds can." He's never above using people's hatred of the blues for his own personal gain.

"You can?" There's the hopeful note. Taako wills Kravitz to let the hatred flow through him.

"Uh huh. If you let cha'boy tag the target we're sitting pretty. I can guarantee my teammates are out there taking people down as we speak and they always go blue first." He wasn’t lying, Lup and Barry worked together and rarely missed; Magnus was terrifyingly quiet for someone of his stature; and Davenport was a master of drawing enemy fire to the space they could have sworn he'd been a few seconds before - he’d find their position based on the trajectory of their shots. Edward and Lydia and whatever 'friends' they'd hired that week could only get so far with their money. Well... there was all the umpires they'd bribed, but Taako could barely think about that without acidy injustice rage boiling in his stomach and he was all out of Tums.

"I should just hit you." Kravitz sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

"Mutually assured destruction, handsome, Taako's dexterous, cha’boy is speedy." Taako's pretty sure Kravitz was the one whose ass he was more concerned with than safety earlier, It seems prudent to alert him to Taako's relevant skillset.

"Oh does he now?" There's a playful challenge in Kravitz's tone, Taako can work with this.

"You can find out exactly how flexible Taako is if you want."

Judging by the way Kravitz's hand tightens on Taako's waist, he might just want.

“What if we both hit the target?”

“If you think you’ve got the skills to get it from here, stud.” Taako winks, even though Kravitz probably can’t see it through his visor.

“From here? You can’t.”

“Watch me.” Taako grabs his slingshot and a paintball in a smooth motion.

“You weren’t lying about being quick.”

“I’d take my time with you.”

“What?” Kravitz sounds like he’s worried he misunderstood, but his arm hasn’t moved, so Taako assumes it’s not revulsion.

“Nothing!” Maybe that was too much, he needs to reign it back in, Kravitz might not realise this definitely is a date yet. “So, about my superb target powers?”

“How about we make a deal?” Kravitz seems to be wiggling slightly, like when Taako gets to talk about why all caramel is salted. Taako doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be able to tell or not, but the excitement is infectious.

“Tell me more, tell me more.”

“If you hit the target from here, I won’t tag you.”

“If I don’t?”

“I’ll tag you… and get your number?”

“You can have that either way, handsome.” Taako says,hopes it’s smooth enough to counteract the way he lurches across Kravitz, winds up, and sends the paintball spinning. He’s out of Kravitz’s lap by the time the cheer goes up a few moments later.

“Green takes the target!” The announcer’s voice is projected across the pitch. “The blue spotter is searching, but to no avail. He has 5 seconds of danger time left, 4, 3, 2, 1. The green player is clear!”

“Fuck.” Mutters Kravitz.

“Have you got a pen?”

“What?”

“I thought you wanted Taako’s digits?” Maybe Taako misunderstood. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Can’t you just put it in my phone?” Kravitz wiggles for a second and grabs his phone from his pocket.

“Krav! What if someone’s tracking you?” Taako’s aghast.

“What if I see some cool birds I need to take a photo of? Or want to get a video of Lydia and Edward yelling at each other when they both get hit?”

“All good points.” Taako taps dutifully, grabs a terrifying mask-heavy selfie, and saves his contact to Kravitz’s phone before handing it back and grabbing his own phone.

“Hey! What if someone’s tracking you? You’ve got yours as well!”

“What if there’s a handsome guy whose number I need to get?”

Kravitz makes a pleased sound. “You make a great point, here.” Kravitz taps in his details then hands the phone back.

“So we’ve got at least another 10 minutes before the run back starts.”

“Seems prudent to stay here, wouldn’t you say?” Kravitz keeps his voice light, casual.

“However shall we pass the time?” Taako places his hand lightly on Kravitz’s thigh.

“I’m sure you have some wonderful ideas.” Kravitz’s voice is warm and rumbly and…

“You forgot your accent.”

“What?”

“You were Cockney like 10 minutes ago.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.” Oooh he’s fun to tease.

Taako takes his hand back. “Okay, well then, I guess…”

“That’s my hide and seek paintball accent.” Interrupts him.

“Run that by me one more time?” Taako’s going to marry this idiot. Right here in this tree.

“You know. An accent, a persona, to help with the…” Kravitz waves his hand in the general direction of the field and the occasional screams reaching them.

“Nope, cha’boy hasn’t got a clue what you’re on about. You’re perfect.”

“Fuck.” Kravitz hisses.

Taako’s about to ask what’s going on, but before he can he’s in Kravitz’s lap. This was moving slightly faster than the trajectory he’d assumed for them because of the tree and the need to hide and the witnesses and all, but he was absolutely on board with it. Toot toot, Taako and Kravitz are pulling out of the station. He places his arms round Kravitz’s neck. “Hey.”

Kravitz presses a finger to Taako’s lips. “Sssh.”

Less talking, more action, Taako can get behind that.

But now Kravitz is pointing, and, yes, there’s Lydia prowling around below them. Fucking Lydia. Of course she ruins this for him. A shot will give away their position, but if they’re careful… They exchange a look, Kravitz clearly doing the same maths in his head. Where Lydia is Edward isn’t usually far behind and that means two targets to take down. Good job there’s two of them.

“Oh Taako darling.” Lydia coos below them, focusing mistakenly on the pile of hay bales to their right. “I know it has to be you that tagged the target. Come out, come out wherever you are!”

Kravitz grimaces, matching Taako’s own. She inspires it in people. Taako wants to get her. Badly. But they have to get eyes on Edward first.

Taako shifts onto his feet and stands as quietly as possible. Kravitz looks up at him, clearly alarmed, and offers a hand for balance. It isn’t necessary really, Taako can do a tightrope blindfolded, a slack line backwards in the dark, run up a tree branch any day any time, but it’s nice. There’s a strong, welcoming hand, someone watching out for him, a handsome face looking up at him, someone that wants to help him do a paintball murder. That’s romance probably.

It takes them what feels like an age to get sights on Edward. It’s probably more like seconds of frantic scanning. He’s slotted between some hay bales further back than Taako would have expected, Lydia must be bait. Edward’s staring intently, poised and ready to fire. What he’s not ready for, is Taako giving Kravitz a nod, a mime, and them both dropping into place. Kravitz is fast loading, not as fast as Taako, natch, but he can appreciate talent.

Taako does the count down silently, uses his fingers to mark time.

Lydia screams when the paintball smashes across her chest plate, smearing her face too. Kravitz must have put spin on it somehow, beautiful clever man. Edward just looks disappointed when the red paint blooms across his front.

“Now that that’s taken care of?” Taako shifts back to the broadest section of the bough. “We should probably get back to, the, you know... ” He indicates the spot they’d settled in earlier.

Kravitz sits back down. “It’s important no one sees us.” Kravitz pulls Taako closer until he’s straddling his legs. “Better go back to the most streamlined position. We wouldn’t want to get spotted.”

Taako eases himself into Kravitz’s lap. “Safety first.”

Kravitz smiles, truly smiles, wide and goofy and toothy.

“I believe you were holding on, you know, to be extra safe.” Kravitz guides Taako’s arms back round his neck, drawing Taako in closer. “I’d better hold on too.” Kravitz grabs Taako’s thighs, pulls him forward firmly. He could get used to this, the man handling. Kravitz is strong, sure, but soft in the best places too, Taako can’t wait to explore every inch of him.

Taako leans in slowly, giving Kravitz time to move away if he’s misread the situation. Kravitz moves forward instead, eager and handsome and…

"MAGNUS!" Screams Magnus, as he drops down from a higher branch, hanging by his knees.

"No! Wait!" Taako puts his hand out too late. Magnus has already loosed his paintball, it flies straight for Kravitz's head.

"Fuck." Says Kravitz as it thwacks him square on the helmet. "Great shot." There’s a moment’s pause then he eyes Taako. "Now... Where were we?"

"Absolutely not, no, you're on your way to a date with a shower. You can meet Taako in the winner’s circle after."

Kravitz pouts. “But I'll miss you.”

"Well maybe you should have thought of that before you got paint all over you."

"I was a little distracted, if you remember." Kravitz has an edge in his voice, a hint of petulance, ooooh he cannot fail at anything.

"Not really, you'll have to remind me."

"Well I was somewhere around here." Kravitz catches on quickly, lifts a hand to cup Taako's face, stroke a thumb across his cheek bone. It's disgustingly tender. He hates how much he loves it.

Magnus rocks gently in the breeze. "Er, Taako? Sorry to interrupt, but I think I'm stuck."

#MAGNUS!#Taz November Celebration #TAZNC #Taakitz #TAZ Balance #Taako #Kravitz #TAZ fic #Noodyl Writes #(Yes I did think of a rules sytem for hide and seek paintball - no it didn't end up being necessary at all)

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Hide and Seek

Fandom: RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, Original Male Characters, Original Female Characters

Word Count: 3225 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: The first rule of hide and seek? Make sure to check your surroundings.

Tags/ Warnings: Requests, Requested Fic, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Family Dinner, Established Relationship, Kissing, Love, Caught Having Sex, Facials, Elvis Doesn’t Wear Underwear, 50s Elvis, Old Fashioned Parenting, This is very Eric and Laurie from that 70s show, Awkward Family Dinners, Sibling Rivalry, Siblings,

Notes: I’m working on my main series’ but this was hot and I had to write it. Thanks @elvispresleyisfit12

Updated 8/23

Request: Could you do one where y/n is like choking on elvis’ cock and her big brother walks in and elvis is at his climax when he comes all on her face and her brother tells the parents

Tags: @elvispresleyisfit12 @caitlin1996 @literally-just-elvis-fics

'Maybe he's under....here!' Elvis said, elongating his voice as he dropped to his knees only to find that under the bed was empty. As he clambered back up with a pout I chuckled, shutting the door behind me as I walked over to where he was now standing and wrapped my arms around his neck. 'Unlucky baby,' I said with a smirk as his frown deepened as he leaned down to kiss me quickly. 'I'll give it to him, that kid sure is good at hide and seek,' he mumbled making me giggle as I noted the genuine upset on his face. We were looking for my younger brother Charlie, who after begging us all day had finally gotten us to play hide and seek with him. I say begged us though it was more begging me than anything. Anyone would think that having your girl's younger brother come and interfere when you were trying to spend time with her would annoy a man. But not Elvis. Elvis was just as eager to join in as Charlie was. After all, he was just a big kid at heart and not having any siblings of his own made him love spending time with mine (though admittedly with Charlie rather than my older brother Jack). In fact, Elvis usually got so into the games we played that not five minutes earlier I had had to coax him out from the hall closet where he had forced himself into the tiniest space to remain undetectable and beat Charlie’s record.

'Nah he's not,' I smirked, making him raise an eyebrow, 'Mama saw him tucking himself into one of the kitchen cupboards.' 'So why are we waiting?' Elvis said excitedly ready to continue his winning streak. 'Because,' I said leaning up to kiss him again, 'he's oh so good at hide and seek which means it could take us what, ten, fifteen minutes to find him?' 'Ah,' Elvis said, cottoning on to my meaning as his hands caressed my sides before landing on my ass which he squeezed roughly. 'We could do a lot in ten minutes,' I said. 'Make it fifteen,' he said as he started peppering kisses down my neck making an excitement settle in between my legs.

As he pulled me to him I could already feel him taught against his trousers and I moved my hand to unbutton his pants making his breathing hitch. 'You're all excited,' I said. 'Have been all damn day,' he said breathily as his hands moved, caressing every inch of my skin they could find. 'You should've said,' I pouted, 'I know he gets all achey without being touched.' 'Couldn't find a moment,' he panted against my neck as his hand ran over the top of my clothed breast making my nipple harden underneath his touch, 'I had to stand and talk to your mother for twenty minutes more than I planned to because I was scared if I came out from behind that kitchen counter she’d see.’ 'Oh baby,' I frowned, pulling back to look at him. 'I need ya honey,' he said. 'What do you need?' I said as my finger trailed along his length gently which made him groan. I loved seeing him like this. He was an attentive man and he always made sure my needs were met but he was always ready to go. A stiff breeze could whip him into a frenzy and whenever something took his fancy he was like a man possessed. In those moments nothing mattered, he needed me and I loved that.

‘Your mouth,’ he said, ‘I need that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around me.’ ‘Do you want me on my knees?’ I asked looking up at him doe-eyed. His blue eyes were almost black as he looked down at me before he nodded. I sunk to my knees and looked up at him my hand gliding over his cock until I could swipe my thumb across his oozing head. ‘I bet your pants are ruined,’ I tutted noting the damp smear along his flies. ‘Always are when you’re around,’ he said making me smile. Then I leaned forward and kissed his tip making him shiver.

‘Jesus,’ he said as his hand flew to my hair, knotting in it gently. I moved my mouth to his base kissing up his shaft until I was back where I started and could begin to envelop him. And though he was hard to get my mouth around and usually made my jaw ache I didn’t care. I loved the way he tasted. And I loved the way he couldn’t stop squirming under my touch. I inched down as deep as I could and then pulled back my hand replacing my mouth near his base as I pumped him, swirling my tongue around his tip.

‘Baby I ain’t gonna be able to take it much longer if you keep working me like that,’ he said as I pulled my mouth off, my hand keeping a steady pace. He was breathing heavily with his fingers in my hair as I moved my other hand so I could caress his balls. That made him groan loud enough that he had to move a hand from my head so he could put it in his mouth and bite down to keep from making too much noise. Then I changed tactics and put my mouth back on him but instead of devouring him, I lapped at his head my hand coaxing him towards the finish line.

‘Keep going,’ he said in a panted whisper making me hum in agreement, ‘fuck you’re a devil you know that? Humming against me driving me insane.’

I looked up at him my eyes locking with his as I tried to hide a smirk. In most aspects of our relationship Elvis was in control, but right now? Now it was all me.

‘That’s what you want, isn’t it? Me to be all crazy so you can get what you want,’ he said making me hum again, ‘this what you want Mama? Want me to cum down the back of your throat?’ ‘More than anything,’ I said pulling him off him with a pop. I didn’t move my head away though. Instead, I looked up at him open-mouthed with his tip just breaching my lips and oozing salty precum onto my tongue waiting for him patiently as he threatened to spill over any moment. ‘Who knew my innocent girl was so cock hungry huh?’ he smirked. ‘Just for you,’ I counted. ‘Well brace yourself,’ he grunted as his hand clasped over mine and he started to move us in rhythm, ‘cos I’ve got something for ya.’

He was frantic now. As he used my hand to jerk him my other went to his balls cupping them gently.

‘Fuck honey-‘ he said with a groan but his voice was no longer the only one in the room. ‘Mom said are you two ready for dinner because-‘ my brother Jack said as he came into the room and froze. I turned my head catching him standing at my door watching us his eyes wide and his mouth agape. But I couldn’t look at him long as my attention was torn away as Elvis groaned, ‘baby I can’t stop.’

And before I could do anything hot, thick ropes of cum spattered my chin and cheek. As I looked up at Elvis I heard the door slam shut though I could barely register anything and instead I sat there watching him in shock. Elvis was breathing heavily though he broke out in laughter as he took in my horrified expression.

‘Oh my god,’ was all I could mutter as I pulled back and clambered off my knees and stood up. ‘I thought I was supposed to be saying that,’ Elvis chuckled as he tucked himself back into his pants and grabbed a Kleenex off my dressing table so he could wipe my face with it. ‘It’s not funny,’ I snapped taking it off him and cleaning my face looking in my mirror as I did so. He came up behind me and circled his hands around my waist pulling me up to stand flat against him as he kissed my temple. ‘It’s a lil funny,’ he countered making me scowl at him in the mirror. ‘He just saw us Elvis! That’s traumatic!’ I said picturing my brother's horrified face once more. ‘He’ll get over it. It’s natural,’ he said, ‘besides he should’ve knocked.’ ‘And if he doesn’t get over it?’ I questioned, ‘if he runs to tell my mother then what?’ ‘He wouldn’t,’ Elvis said though his face looked nervous. ‘Wouldn’t he?’ I said, ‘he loves getting me in trouble and he won’t be able to hold his water! Oh god, what if he tells my dad.’ ‘He’s not gonna get you in trouble,’ Elvis said, ‘not with something like this.’

I turned around to face him and allowed him to hold me and move a strand of slightly damp hair off of my face as I frowned, ‘I say this with love but honey, you’ve never had siblings. It’s an all-out war zone sometimes.’ Just as he went to speak there was a call from my mother beckoning us for dinner. ‘Just a minute!’ I shouted before my gaze met his again. Elvis sighed, ‘looks like we’re headed to war.’

When we left my bedroom my life went into slow motion. I could feel Elvis’ hand in mine as we went through the motions of sitting down for dinner but I couldn’t function. Elvis didn’t seem to be having the same problem as he spoke with my mother about dinner and our game of hide and seek but I kept my eyes fixed on the table not even bothering to look up as my father and brothers joined us. I couldn’t. I was sure my face would betray me if I dared.Yet my respite didn’t last long though as my father said my name.

‘Huh?’ I said looking at him and then glancing at Elvis who was watching me nervously. I felt his hand squeeze my thigh reassuringly under the table. ‘Do you want to say grace?’ he asked but as he did my eyes drifted to Jack who watching me closely a look of disgust on his face. I couldn’t speak, my words caught in my throat and I couldn’t force them out. Fortunately, Elvis cleared his throat and said, ‘may I Sir?’ ‘Well isn’t that nice,’ my mother said offering Elvis a kind smile. My father seemed to contemplate it for a moment and then nodded interlacing his hands with Elvis and then my brother who were sitting on either side of him. Elvis took my other hand and I watched as they all bowed their heads. Jack didn't though. He was watching me closely so much so I had to drop my gaze feeling the heat in my cheeks. I was mortified.

‘Lord, thank you for the food we are about to receive. Bless the hands that provided it for us and bless the hands that so lovingly prepared it. Amen,’ Elvis said. When I opened my eyes my mother was smiling as she said, ‘oh Elvis you’re such a sweetheart!’ ‘Yes, thank you, son,’ my father said. ‘It’s no bother,’ Elvis shrugged, ‘I’m just happy I get to stay for dinner.’ ‘Well we can’t say no to a polite guest like you now can we?’ my mother said, ‘now boys you could learn a lot from Elvis. I can only hope you’re as polite when you go over to other folks' houses.’ ‘Oh I’m sure I’m just as polite as Elvis,’ Jack said with a scowl that made a pit form in my stomach.

Whilst my younger brother Charlie adored Elvis, Jack didn’t always. It didn’t help that my parents like to compare the two as they were so similar in age. And now without noticing my mother had rubbed him up the wrong. Everyone started eating but I couldn’t. I picked up my fork and started to push things around my plate taking tiny bites here and there as the conversation started.

‘So how’s the new job treating you?’ my father said looking at Elvis. ‘It’s good,’ Elvis said placing his fork down, ’I can work better hours now I’ve graduated.’ ‘Still doing your fair share though?’ my father asked. ‘Yes Sir,’ Elvis said. ‘Because I wouldn’t want you to be one of those types that shirks his responsibilities for an early dart and a good time,’ he said glancing at Jack whose face now looked as if he was sucking on a lemon, ‘because I know a few boys that work there, good guys.' ‘They’re great but even if they weren’t that’s not me. I’m a team player. It just means I can work my hours and have time and cash to treat my girl,’ Elvis said looking at me with a smile. I smiled weakly back at him though I could feel the irritation from across the table. ‘Good because if there’s one thing I can’t stand is that no one seems to want to put in a day's work. They just don’t know how to share the load,’ my father grumbled causing a snort to come from Jack which in turn forced the pit in my stomach to turn into a chasm.

‘What’s funny?’ my father asked making Jack shrug. ‘How about the game last night?’ Elvis said quickly changing the topic. ‘Turned it off halfway through,’ my father said, ‘there was no cohesion on that field.’ ‘I thought the bears did good though,’ Elvis said, ‘they’ve got a better defence this season.’ ‘That maybe but they’re still relying on the same old tactics. Can see them coming a mile away,’ my father said sipping his drink. Elvis and I watched as Jack’s smirk grew deeper at my father’s words, the meaning behind them lost to him. Before Elvis could reply though my mother spoke.

‘Aren’t you eating sweetheart?’ she said noting my plate which was decidedly fuller than everyone else’s. ‘Yeah mama,’ I said, ‘just not that hungry is all.’ ‘Are you okay?’ she said, ‘not ill are ya?’ ‘No, just not much of an appetite,’ I lied. I was hungry but my stomach was in knots just sitting there. ‘You didn’t have anything to eat before dinner did you?’ she frowned making my brother snort again. ‘No!’ I protested. Jack smirked and since no one pulled him up on his amusement he grew more confident and leant forward to tease me as he said, ‘you sure Y/N?’ ‘I’m sure,’ I said vehemently hoping he’d not want to torture me too badly but he didn’t let up. ‘Sure you didn’t sneak off and scoff something?’ he continued, ‘how about you Elvis?’ ‘What about me?’ Elvis asked irately glaring at my brother. ‘You didn’t catch her doing something she shouldn’t right?’ he said with a coy smile. ‘Stop being ridiculous,’ I said snappily. ‘Am I being ridiculous? What do you think Elvis?’ Jack said. ‘Oh whatever it is the two of you are bellyaching about will you just quit it!’ my mother said exasperatedly catching all our attention. She shook her head and took a bite of her food with a sigh.

‘Mama I wasnt-‘ Jack protested but she scowled at him making him pout and put his eyes back on his plate. ‘Every damn day you two are arguing about something,’ she said. ‘You okay hun?’ my father said watching her with concern. ‘Fine,’ she said, ‘just wish these kids would grow up sometimes.’ ‘Sorry mama,’ I said placing my hand on the back of hers. Jack didn't say anything else but he did start eating again signalling he was letting the subject drop which allowed my nerves to settle as did the fact Elvis placed his hand on my thigh again and squeezed it reassuringly. Tentatively I reached for my fork, finally feeling my appetite creep back in.

‘Are you okay mama?’ Charlie asked finally. He had been lost in his own head, picking at his food with his fingers though he had looked up as the dinner conversation started to get heated. My mother turned and smiled at him. ‘I’m fine baby,’ she said, ‘your siblings are just being silly is all.’ ‘They’re always silly!’ he giggled. ‘Must be playing with you all day,’ I giggled, my worries melting away as he grinned at me. ‘I’m not silly!’ Charlie protested. ‘I don’t know Charlie you might be the silliest of us all,’ I chucked. ‘Nuh-uh Elvis is the silliest!’ he said. ‘Oh yeah lil man?’ Elvis chuckled, ‘why’s that?’ ‘Because you put your wiener in Y/N’s mouth,’ he said with a grossed-out expression. Silence fell on the table. I could feel my heart in my stomach and my parent's steely gaze on me and Elvis as well as Jack's smug grin.

‘Charlie,’ I said nervously feeling the corner I was painted into closing in on me by the second, ‘what are you talking about?’ ‘Yes Charlie what are you talking about?’ my father said in an icy voice. ‘I think you’ve got mixed up there kiddo,’ Elvis started making Charlie pout even harder. ‘Nuh-uh I saw it. You thought I was hiding in the kitchen but I was in the closet and I saw you,’ Charlie said as he continued to eat his dinner proudly though I suspected it was more to do with his spectacular hiding spot than outing us. Jack looked as if he was going to burst into laughter.

‘Mr Y/L/N I can explain,’ Elvis stammered looking to my father who held a finger up to silence him as he turned to Jack whose amusement was suddenly gone. ‘Did you know about this?’ he asked. ‘Dad I-' ‘And you said nothing? Just decided to tease your sister at the dinner table like a child? Huh?’ he said sternly. ‘How am I on the hook for this?!’ Jack asked. ‘Daddy-' I started though I didn’t know who I was trying to defend my words were shot down by his icy glare. He placed his elbows on the table and interlaced his fingers. I could still feel the heat on my cheeks and the sweat pumping off of Elvis who was sitting so close to the firing line.

‘Now,’ he said calmly, ‘since everyone wants to act silly we’re gonna play a little game.’ ‘Darlin’ come on let’s just eat dinner,’ my mother said forcing a smile at him though her expression was one of disappointment as it landed on me. I longed for the ground to swallow me up. Unfortunately, I didn’t get my wish as my father ignored her and continued. ‘I’m gonna count to ten. And whoever lied to me in my own goddamn house tonight better have found a helluva good hiding spot by the time I’ve finished. Understand?’ ‘Daddy-' I started but he cut me off with the commencement of his countdown. ‘One.’

The sentence was no sooner uttered before the only people left at the table were two very angry parents and an oblivious Charlie who was contently chewing down his spaghetti blissfully unaware this his crown for best hide and seeker was about to be snatched away.

#My writing #elvis presley #Elvis #elvis x reader #elvis fic #Elvis Movie #Elvis Presley Fic #elvis presley smut #elvis presley x reader #hide and seek

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anto-pops · 4 months

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Gonna dabble with both for the time being but ultimately it's Ominis' time to shine

#Ominis hand kink was heavily requested after I posted the Sebastian one and I got some solid ideas for it #BUT that hide and seek fic has been collecting dust for just as long as the hand kink fic and it's almost half written #either choice will be fine in the end cause I want to write them both but catering to the masses always helps my decision making process #ominis gaunt #a.txt

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phoebepheebsphibs · 5 months

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Ahem hem hurm hehe I'm drawing something for Hide and Seek

But like how cute are they

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cloudgeal · 2 years

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Aizawa: We caught Izuku sneaking around-

Nedzu: You caught him? That’s a shame. I’ll make sure it never happens again.

Aizawa: By teaching him not to do that, right?

Nedzu: :)

Aizawa: Right???

This is entirely accurate!

Poor Shouta, he just can't win here!

#izuku is pretty determined to not get scolded again and that means he has to not get caught next time xD #he doesn't even think about not doing this again....#hide and seek fic

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 2 years

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Hide & Seek

Pairings: Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader (A Spin on Little Red Riding Hood)

Summary: America's golden boy becomes America's most wanted and he just found his perfect prey.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. DARK FIC. stalking, drugging, somnophilia, forced oral (f receiving), marking, running for your fucking life

Word Count: 2.4K+ (One Shot)

A/N: What? Grown ups need grown up fairy tales. 😈 Someone find me a wolf. Honestly I was shown this art by the very talented @murkycrush months and months ago by @autumnrose40 and I still cannot get it out of my head. I have a thing for the harness obviously.

Story Book Collection | Full Masterlist

Steve Rogers first caught your scent at an unassuming traveler’s stop in the middle of nowhere 8 months ago. It was your run of the mill stop for people just passing through, homey and not at all crowded that served good pie. A sleepy town with a tiny population that most people forget once it’s already in their rearview mirror. Steve had been extra careful to go unnoticed, growing out his beard and wearing his trucker cap low. He had been lifting cars at random and had been particular about not staying anywhere for too long. The rest of the time he ran. He much preferred it. Letting go into his full form and running at full speed in the thick shroud of the forests.

For the first time, Steve Rogers felt free.

It was big news when it came out. Every single headline for months read about the tragedy that happened. Captain America, an admired hero and a living legend, had volunteered to be a research test subject after it was found that his unique genetic makeup enhanced by the serum could potentially lead to a breakthrough to some of the world's most deadly diseases. It was admirable and very on brand for the Avenger, but something had gone terribly wrong. Somehow all the testing had resulted in enhancing him to unimaginable proportions, to uncontrollable heights. He was made into the perfect predator and along the way he began losing touch of his humanity.

America's golden boy had come unhinged.

It shook the nation. They say that anything enhanced had to come from something. Steve was a good man before, he still is, but all the loss that he's had to endure has jaded him. All the wars he's had to fight have hardened him. All the compromises he was forced to make had chipped away at the shiny idealism of that scrawny Brooklyn boy. He craved freedom. Freedom to make his own choices. Freedom to be selfish. Freedom to take back what was deprived of him.

So when you came into that small diner, smiling widely at the waitress as you ordered your food and gladly told her about your traveling plans, he knew he just had to have you. You were so beautiful, your face radiating joy despite the tiredness on your stiff shoulders. You pulled your red coat jacket tighter around you, pulling the hood lower to warm your face and shaking off the snow.

Red looked good on you.

You would stay the night in the available rooms attached to the diner, he was sure of it. You looked much too tired to drive and it was getting dark, too dangerous for a woman to be traveling alone. There was something in your scent that told him that you belonged to him.

You were meant to be his.

You were passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, your belly warm with food and the fatigue heavy on your eyelids. Your friends and family had all expressed their doubts and their worry about your cross-country adventure. It was dangerous for a woman to travel alone and there was an allegedly deranged super soldier loose, but it was the best time you've ever had in your life. It was so worth it.

Steve watched and waited in the shadows for you to fall deeper into your slumber, finding the small satisfied smile on your lips to be endearing. It was a simple matter after that to slip into your room. He loomed over you, palming his rapidly swelling cock as he took in the details of your features. You slept in only a small pair of panties, leaving everything open to his heated gaze. You were like a delectable meal spread out for him to indulge in.

You were so goddamn perfect.

You looked so inviting that he just had to have a taste. Carefully, he reached for your exposed breasts and squeezed. He sighed at how good you felt and your lack of reaction only made him grow bolder. You were more exhausted than you thought. He kneaded your breasts harder, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers and relishing how responsive you were. He retracted his hand as you stirred, but groaned deep in his chest as you opened your legs wide for him.

"You need me, don't you? You want me to touch you some more, honey?"

His hand trailed from your nipples to down to cup your heat. Your back arched and your hips circled slowly as his hand rubbed, your panties growing increasingly damp. Still you remained sleeping and from your point of view you were having a very very good dream.

“You're just so tired, aren’t you? Let me help you take the edge off.”

His fingers shoved your ruined panties aside and dove in, slowly and inch by inch to make sure you didn't wake up. By the time he was knuckle deep in your pussy and scissoring you, his cock felt like it would explode in his pants.

“You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

You sighed and stirred a bit more, the little sounds you were making as your hips asked for more from him was making his head spin. He could smell the musky scent of your arousal and he loved how your pussy was sucking his fingers back with each pump he did.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna give my cock to you. It’ll fit. We just gotta stretch you out first.”

A sharp gasp escaped your lips and your brows furrowed when he pressed up on that extra sensitive spot inside you. He smirked, hastening his movements and continuing to drive you higher and higher. His other hand joined the other to rub hard circles on your clit and his mouth came down to suck on your tits. Your heavy eyelids began to flutter, your unconscious mind getting overwhelmed by the fire that was threatening to consume you.

“That’s right. Give it to me. Fucking cum for me,” he growled against your flesh.

You screamed, your eyes squeezed close tightly and your body shaking as your release racked your whole body. Steve could hardly move his fingers with the way you were squeezing them so he fucked them deeper inside you as you rode out your high. You sat upright suddenly, one hand flying to your hair and the other to your chest as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, your pulse was much too quick, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“What the fuck?”

You felt an ache between your legs and was more than just surprised at how drenched your panties and the sheets were. You threw yourself back on the bed and took in big gulping breaths. That was one hell of a wet dream. It had been a while since you’ve had a good fuck, but you didn’t think you were that horny.

It took you a while to fall back asleep and in your disoriented state you failed to notice the dangerous looking blonde in the corner of the room, sniffing the scent you left on his fingers before slipping the taste into his mouth. His eyes glinted in the shadows as he watched your chest rise and fall in a more regular pattern.

That was the first time Steve came to you. He followed you across the country in your travels since then and the next time he got you alone he dove straight for your cunt, his mouth lapping at your folds ravenously. Having tasted you just that little bit from his fingers made him crave you and the small dose of drugs he slipped into your drinking water at the hotel as you showered was meant to keep you cooperative because he knew he wasn’t going to let up until your scent was dripping off his beard. He barely held himself back as he waited for you to succumb to the drugs, falling asleep as you watched some pointless TV.

He moaned and growled into your pussy as his tongue speared into you, fully enthusiastic as he explored your most intimate parts. His large hands were gripping tightly onto your thighs, keeping you spread wide for him. He didn’t stop aggressively eating you out until your cum had soaked his face and was dripping down his chin. All through it, you were in a blissful state of unconsciousness.

When you woke the next morning, that was when you felt that something was off. Something felt very wrong from how your sheets were again wet, your naked state when you specifically remembered you wore a shirt and panties to bed, and the thick woodsy smell of someone else in the room.

You were terrified.

Your terror came to it’s height when once you woke up with a blinding headache and a sticky substance on your tits. That’s when everything clicked and you began to notice the little things you had overlooked in the past few weeks. Your luggage moving, your underwear sometimes out in the open. The creepy feeling at the back of your neck that you’re being watched. Some of your needs unexpectedly being met like those times someone had footed the bill for some of your meals or the time a small bag of groceries were delivered to you by the inn’s staff. You chalked it all up to luck or the goodwill of small town folk.

You should have known better.

It had been a week since you last really slept, the fear you felt keeping you alert and jolting you awake at any little sound. You were exhausted, but you kept yourself tediously careful in trying to lose whoever was visiting you in your sleep. You kept switching up lanes, driving in circles, riding on ferries, switching out rental cars. You did everything you could to shake him off.

You were practically dead on your feet by the time you arrived at your grandmother’s log cabin in the woods. It was the end of your travel plans, culminating at your grandmother’s old cottage that she had left to you in her will. You pushed yourself to make sure every single door and window was bolted shut and couldn’t be opened without making a loud noise before you finally allowed yourself to rest. Your body dropped heavily onto the bed, your sore muscles finally relaxing after being so tense for so long. Sleep weighed you down and you were quick to slip into unconsciousness.

You startled awake at the sound of loud banging against the heavy wooden front door. Your heart rate immediately quickened and you scooted back on the bed, tucking yourself against the wall and keeping a wary eye at the door. Your blood ran cold at the sound of a low intimidating voice that seemed to be full of dark amusement.

“Oh come on, honey. Open the door.”

That voice.

You knew that voice. You knew it was the voice that had been haunting your explicit dreams, whispering dirty words as you lay unconscious and orgasm after orgasm was pulled from you, but more than that you knew that you’ve heard it somewhere else before. Hearing it again now seemed to spark your memory, but perhaps the fear was hindering you from placing it exactly.

“Open the door. I won’t ask again.”

Steve heard you whimper from the other side of the door. He smirked as he smelled your scent and at the memory of you trying to lose him. It was a valiant attempt and he did rather enjoy letting you think that you actually had a chance. You didn’t. There was no possible way for him to lose you when your very scent was now ingrained in his mind. This destination of yours even worked perfectly for him. Isolated. Surrounded by a thick forest. Miles away from the nearest town. No one would bother you two.

Though he’s been visiting you in your sleep and tasting you to his fill, he has held himself back from fully claiming you. He wanted you conscious for the first time he fucked his cock into you. He wanted you awake when he made you cum hard around him, screaming his name and gushing around his thighs. He wanted you fully aware when he finally claimed you, marking you and binding you to him for all eternity.

It was time.

He rammed his shoulder against the door and it shook on its hinges. You shrieked from the other side, murmuring pleas under your breath for him to leave you alone. He wouldn’t. That’s not how this works. He found his perfect mate and he wasn’t about to let you go. He rammed the door again, putting more of his weight into it. You could hear the wood splinter at the force and tears began to edge your eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, honey. Haven’t I been taking good care of you?”

You screamed as the door flew off its hinges, the cold air of the night blowing in and only worsening your shivering form. You were paralyzed, frozen on the spot as you watched with wide eyes the alpha male posed at your door. His arms were stretched up over his head, the muscles flexing as he gripped onto the doorframe.

His body was bare, showing off just how strong this predator was and that you didn’t stand a chance. His cock was fully erect, angry and leaking at the tip, and just as intimidating as the rest of him. Another scream was caught in your throat as he drew nearer to you because at that point you were able to recognize him.

Even with the longer messy hair, untamed beard, glowing golden eyes, and elongated canines you still recognized him without a shadow of a doubt. His face was unmistakable and the recent news only made him more so. If that wasn’t enough then the dog tags, the harness around his torso, and the indisputable glint of metal on his back completely gave him away.

Captain Steve Rogers.

The disgraced Captain Steve Rogers.

The hunted down and most wanted Captain Steve Rogers.

He stood before you, smirked, swiped a sharp claw and ripped your clothes down the middle. His eyes darkened in lust at the sight of you bare, that red coat jacket with the hood barely keeping on you. He looked feral. He looked like a hungry animal and by the way he was licking his lips it looked like you were on the menu.

“Hey, Red. Missed me, honey?”

#steve rogers x reader #dark!fic #nomad!steve rogers #werewolf!steve rogers #story book collection #storybook collection #little red riding hood #hide & seek

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maiumeni · 12 days

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Hallo! Beware of the slightly nsfw Stanley under the cut :D

- inspired by this explicit noncon one-shot:

#the stanley parable #stanarrator #inspired but also not really #the bite marks weren’t there #and i didnt draw the tentacles oopsie #anw the fic was great!!!#esp the tension build ><#imagine stanley being stanley #so they get into a quarrel #u-oh the narrator is pissed #he chokes stanley for the whole countdown #last chance for him to beg sorry #hah. like hell he is-#LOADING…#then they play hide and seek :D #stannarrator

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detective-giggles · 1 year

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Flufftober: Up against the wall kiss

Just a silly little thing for LAST YEAR’S flufftober.

Thank you @chaotictarlos for the edit! It’s perfect! And thank you @noxsoulmate for the beta! Special thanks to @sapphire11 for helping with the plot points when I got stuck! I love you all very much!! 💜

“Nineteen…twenty…twenty-one…”

TK lets out an impatient sigh. “We should really tell her that she doesn’t actually have to count to 100 every time.”

Carlos huffs out a laugh and feels TK shiver as the puff of air tickles his neck. He loves having this effect on his husband - but that’s not what he’s focusing on now. “She’s practicing her numbers, TK. Besides, the longer she counts, the longer she’ll be distracted. And the longer she’s distracted…” Carlos lets his voice trail off as he trails a finger down TK’s cheek, hooks it under his chin, and tips his head back for a gentle kiss.

When he pulls back slowly, TK leans forward, chasing his lips.

“Forty… forty-one… forty-two…”

“Think we can get her to bed early?”

“TK, it’s three in the afternoon.”

“So, no?”

“No.”

“So… maybe we can pawn her off on her grandpa? And we can have a date night?”

“Considering Buttercup still has some purple fur from the last time he babysat,” Carlos replies with a soft chuckle, “No, I don’t think Grandpa Owen is in a babysitting mood.”

“Damn.”

“Fifty-eight…fifty-nine…”

Carlos grins and leans forward again, capturing TK’s lips with his. TK makes a surprised noise but relaxes into the kiss as Carlos pins him against the wall. He lets out a soft giggle, and Carlos instantly shushes him. It’s been ages since they had made out like teenagers, trying not to get caught.

“Ninety-nine…one hundred. Ready or not, here I come!”

Carlos moves back again, as much as the small space allows, and together they wait to be found.

They can hear Mari open doors and slam cabinets, both listening carefully to ensure she doesn’t open any external doors. She approaches the closet and pauses but then runs past towards the bedrooms.

“Hmmm,” TK mutters. “Okay, then.”

Tiny footsteps approach the closet again, and Carlos is sure the game is over, but just as quickly she changes direction, going back the way she came.

“What is she doing?” TK asks quietly.

Shrugging, Carlos says, “I have no idea. She might be confused because she hasn’t found either of us yet? We don’t usually hide together.”

“Yeah, well, you always have the best hiding spot.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. “No, it’s just that I can stay quiet. You always make too much noise.”

“Do not!” he protests, but Carlos sushes him right away, proving his point. TK is simply incorrigible. And he even has the audacity to roll his eyes before he continues in a hushed voice. “And anyway, I-”

But Carlos dives forward, sealing his lips over TK’s and pressing TK against the door. They kiss for a moment until Carlos breaks it, visibly leaving TK breathless as he rests their foreheads together. Good. That means his husband is distracted enough…

“So, about me having the best hiding spot…” Carlos begins.

“Yes?” TK breathes out.

“I’m not quite ready to give up my title as hide-and-seek champion yet,” Carlos says. In one swift move, he opens the closet door and pushes. TK looks shocked as he stumbles into the hallway and with a silent laugh, Carlos yanks the door shut again.

He hears Mari squeal with delight as she finds TK in the hallway. He wonders how long his husband will hold himself back – but it’s only a few seconds later that the closet door opens again, and TK is standing there with Mari settled on his hip.

“Found you!” their daughter exclaims.

“Yeah, found you!” TK echoes, sticking his tongue out.

“Well yeah, but I was found last!” Carlos points out with a grin.

“That’s ‘cause you’re the hide-and-seek king!” Mari kicks to be let down and Carlos shoots TK a smug look as he sets her on the ground. “Your turn to count!” Mari demands, poking at TK, before turning on her heel and running down the hallway.

“I’m sorry!” Carlos gives TK a wink and leans in close. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

“You better,” TK mutters. He closes his eyes and begins to count.

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