#how did nobody gif this today i'm shocked

[agapintheskin]

Bible for TAKEOVER Harpers Bazaar HK

#bible wichapas #kinnporsche cast #leoのcontent #how did nobody gif this today i'm shocked #anyway ill have a very busy day at work tomorrow so ill miss the whole ig takeover from bible unfortunately ): #see him face #he loves the stupid hand on camera goodbye thing he did it EVERY TIME in his wanday you fucking nerd

[danveration]

What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine.

Parings: Dark!Creepy!Vox x GN!reader

Summary: Vox has a plan to finally make you his

Word count: 3145

Warnings: Stalking, obsession, manipulation, delusion, self-delusion, reader getting hypnotized by Vox against their will, mention of death, mentions of cannibalism (cannibal town), being watched while naked, reader being hurt by Vox physically

Part one

A/N: GUYS. I have a part 3 planned out but it’s REALLY fucking dark😭. Also, I was listening to the song “Mastermind” by Taylor Swift while writing this. (Hence the inspiration for the title)

Vox is getting impatient.

It’s been two weeks since he met you face to face. Two weeks since he gave you the laptop in which he’s been watching you through the webcam, and still all the cameras. Two weeks since you have been getting paranoid.

Ever since you’ve been using the laptop, you’ve noticed it’s been sparking with electricity whenever you use it. You kind of brushed it aside though because maybe this is normal for VoxTek technology.

But little did you know, it’s not normal. None of this is normal. Vox has been watching you and seeing what you browse on your laptop 24/7. He has had little no breaks. Valentino and Velvette have been giving Vox the side eye as of late, looking at him with pity/concern. He doesn’t care though, he just thinks they’re the crazy ones. This is completely okay and normal for him! How is it wrong? Nobody could prove him otherwise.

Vox must admit, seeing you face to face on the laptop camera other than angles from the cameras that are far away, is completely different. This is a millstone for him. He gets to admire you up close and take in every single detail of you. A couple days ago, you forgot to close your laptop that was on a table in your room, facing your bed. That was a fantastic day for Vox. He had a field day. He isn’t ashamed of what he did, he’s proud. He did it for you.

You’re currently sitting on your bed with your laptop, scrolling through Hell’s news feed. You’re bored, you want to do something but honestly there’s nothing much to do in Hell that doesn’t have a 90% death rate. You decide to close the laptop and go downstairs.

Vox is up. He’s been up. He had two cups of coffee beside him and he’s been awake for.. What is the hour now? He’s lost count. He just doesn’t want to miss something happening in your life! What if you wake up with a nightmare? What if bad people want to hurt you suddenly when you’re outside or asleep?? There’s so many things that could happen. He needs to be there and alert to protect you.

“Fuck sakes, Vox. You’re still on this? Clear your head, dummy!” Velvette says with a roll of her eyes.

“Shut up. My head is clear, Velvette. I’m as sane as I’d ever be!” He says.

“Uh huh.. sure. Whatever you say.” She says, walking away.

Vox shakes his head and chuckles. “People are crazy.”

He looks back up to his screen, watching you go downstairs.

You get downstairs and see that everyone is down here.

“Ah! Y/n! Goodmorning!” Charlie says with a smile.

“Morning, Charlie.” You say with a smile, waving.

“Good morning, dear!” Alastor says to you, while he’s sitting on a chair.

You look over to where he is. “Morning, Al!”

Vox’s eye twitches.

Angel and Husk are talking at the bar, and Niffty and Sir Pentious are talking. Well.. Niffty seems to be telling him something and he’s standing there in shock, looking terrified. Typical reaction for when Niffty is telling you something.

Vaggie is cleaning her spear in the lounge area, and Charlie is writing on a paper.

“Sooo, now that everyone’s here I have an announcement to make!” Charlie says, looking up from her paper. “Today.. We are doing group activities! Yay! Haha so, basically I had the great idea for all of us to go out on the town together and just spend time with one another. Doesn’t that sound fun?!” She says with excitement.

A day on the town. Honestly, that sounds nice. You’re bored out of your mind today so anything goes.

“Eehh.. I dunno. I had plans alrea-“ Angel starts but Charlie cuts him off.

“Oh come onnn! It’ll be fun, I promise!” Charlie says.

Everyone is silent so she takes that as a yes. “Alright! Great! Everyone meet here in an hour and off we go!”

You go upstairs to get dressed.

Vox listens intently to what Charlie says. A day on the town? He’s been racking his brain on how to talk to you in real life again. This may be just the thing! What if you two “accidentally” run into each other? Perfect. He notices that he’s not in the best physical state at the moment. He’s in sweat pants and a stained t-shirt. And he hasn’t showed in... A couple days. He has an hour to freshen up. He bolts out of the room to take a shower, brush his teeth, and put on his classic suit outfit.

You’re getting out of the shower and you pick out an outfit to wear. Fixing your appearance, you notice you left your laptop open again. Damn, you’ve got to get on closing that. It’ll lose its battery!

Vox steps out of the hot shower, looking at himself in the mirror. He winks at himself and goes to pick his suit outfit. After getting dressed and ready, he glances at the screen and sees you naked, about to get dressed.

“Fuck.” He says, eyeing you up and down. He feels he’s in a trance, which is ironic.

“All mine.” He whispers. Shaking his head quickly to gain composure, he sets off to go to the hotel. He will watch you guys from afar until you arrive somewhere where it’s likely where he’d be at too. Then, his mastermind plan will layout.

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You get downstairs and everyone is there, which is surprising. You’d expect at least Angel or Alastor to sneak off, not wanting to do this.

“Allriiggghht!! Let’s go.” Charlie says, walking to the entrance and opening the door for everyone.

“Where exactly are we going?” Angel says.

“Yeah, I’m not looking to walk no marathon.” Husk joins in.

“Wellll, I was thinking we’d just go to..” Charlie trails off. “Umm..”

“Charlie, do you even know where you’re taking us?” You say with a chuckle.

“Well…. Not yet. But! This isn’t about the destination. It’s about spending time together!” She says with a smile.

“I ssuppose you’re right.” Sir Pentious says.

Alastor’s ears twitch upwards and he says, “I have a marvelous idea! We could go to cannibal town! It’s truly a wonderful place. Remember, Charlie?” Alastor suggests.

“Hmm.. You know, that’s actually not a bad idea!” Charlie says.

Everyone gives them looks.

“Cannibal? As is.. Cannibal?” Sir Pentious says with shock.

“Ooohh..” Niffty laughs. “I’m SO excited!” She says, jumping up and down.

“Yeah! It’s not as bad as it sounds, I promise.” Charlie says with a smile.

“Whatever you think is best, babe.” Vaggie says, holding onto Charlie’s arm.

“Cannibal town it is!” Charlie says, leading the group.

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Vox is overhearing the conversation. “Cannibal town? Are you fucking kidding me?” He whispers, walking a safe distance away from you guys. Even simply seeing you exist is driving him crazy. You’re so perfect. “Cannibal town it is then. The things we do for love.” He chuckles to himself.

The way you walk is so memorizing to him. Look at you. He feels electricity spark around him, knocking over a electric pole next to him, making a loud noise.

“Shit.” He says, glancing in front of him, seeing you all stop for a moment, about to look back.

He quickly looks to his left and jumps out of the way. He waits a few seconds and then peaks out, seeing you all keep walking forward.

He sighs and goes back to following you.

What he didn’t notice was that Alastor was no longer with the group, instead, he teleported himself behind Vox. He notices, of course he does. He smiles to himself at the fact that he now has the upper hand, he has something to now hold over his head.

Teleporting back to the group, he glances over to Charlie.

“My dear, there it is!” He points.

“Ahh! Guys, we are here!” She says.

You all look around in shock. It’s actually.. Really nice there. Nicer than any place you’ve seen in Hell since you arrived. Everyone seems very polite.

Angel goes off to flirt with people, Husk looks around for the nearest bar, Charlie and Vaggie take pictures together, Sir Pentious is looking around paranoid, and Niffty is.. Where’s Niffty? Oh well, she’ll show up sooner than later. And Alastor is chatting with a lady. You think her name is Rosie? You saw her on an overload poster the other day.

You see a water fountain and go to sit by it.

Vox looks around. He’s pleasantly surprised. This isn’t the kind of place he’d choose to go, but it’s still not as bad as he thought it would be. He thought it would just be people violently eating and killing each other.

He sees you sitting on a bench beside a fountain, and walks up from behind.

You’re feeling kind of thirsty so you get up to go find the nearest store. Hopefully they sell things other than human remains.

Vox takes this as his chance, he walks swiftly beside you and then bumps into you on “accident.”

You jump and look to your side.

Vox..?

“Oh shit sorry!” He chuckles, looking up at you.

“Oh you’re.. Y/n, right?” He says with a charming smile.

“Yeah.” You chuckle awkwardly.

“You come here often?” He asks.

“To cannibal town? No, haha. Me and some friends are just visiting.” You explain.

“Ahhh.. I see, I see.” He stares at you in admiration.

You can’t help but feel weird around him. You’re not sure why. He seems like a nice guy, but.. There’s just something about him.

“Well..” You say. “I’ve got to get going.”

“Mind if I join you?” He says with a smile. “Wouldn’t want anyone eating you or anything like that.” He laughs and starts walking with you, not waiting for an answer.

“Soo.. How’ve you been? Have you been enjoying your new laptop?” He asks you.

You can’t seem to find a store that would sell water so you just stand there, turning your head to Vox to make conversation.

“I’ve been pretty good! Bored, but good. And yeah actually, I’ve been using it a lot.” You say, smiling.

“Oh that’s good, that’s good.” He says, nodding.

His heart is beating out of his chest right now.

You try your best to put aside your feelings of uneasiness towards him. It’s probably nothing. He’s just a new face and you gotta get used to that! He didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just your brain being annoying.

Little did you know, you have every single right to feel uneasy.

“Have you enjoyed all the features?” He asks, wanting to know more about what your thoughts are on the laptop. But more or less, just wanting to hear your voice and make as much conversation as he can with you.

“Yeah! Though.. I’ve noticed something weird. Is it.. normal for the laptops to spark electricity?” You ask in question, remembering how whenever you went on it, you saw sparks aka Vox watching you.

Vox smiles and says, “Absolutely! That’s completely normal. We thought it would be a cool idea, you know? It’s completely harmless!” He says in a convincing tone.

You feel relived at that. “Ohh alright, good!” You smile.

Vox wants to ask you out on a date. He wants to just take you. He want you. All of you. He just doesn’t know how to approach this. It’s overwhelming for him.

“Vox?” You say, “What’re you doing here?” You ask in question, wondering what sort of business a powerful, popular man like himself was doing here.

“Hm?” He starts. “Oh! Right. I’m just here walking the streets. Browsing.” He answers with an awkward chuckle.

“Ohh, nice.” You ask, looking behind him to see Niffty chasing someone with an arm.

“Oh my- Will you excuse me, Vox? I have to go do something.” You say, stepping away from him.

He sparks and steps in front of you, blocking you.

“W-wait! Hold on. I wanted to ask you something.” He says with a smile.

You look at him with a raised brow.

“Uhh..” He says, shifting his feet and looking away and back at you, seemingly nervous.

“Haha..” He awkwardly scratches his neck and thinks over how exactly he wants to say this.

Just as he was about to talk and ask you to go out with him, Charlie steps in the way.

“Y/n! We were going to head back to the hotel now and do some more fuunn group exercises!” She said smiling.

She looks over to who you’re talking to and tilts her head.

“Hello! Who might you be?” She says smiling at him.

Vox stares at her, annoyed.

“This is Vox. He owns VoxTek and he’s one of the VVV’s.” You cut in.

“Oohhh well it’s SO nice to meet you, Mr. Vox.” She says.

“Yeah, yeah. Nice to meet you too. Me and Y/n were just-“ He mumbles but gets interrupted by Niffty running between his legs and accidentally hitting him with the arm she was waving around.

His eyes go red and electricity goes around him, showing that he’s mad. He’s had enough. This was supposed to be a swift move. He comes in, wipes you off your feet, you fall in love with him, and you’re his. But in his mind, all these fucking bitches keep interrupting his time with you. He’s had it.

He snaps and grabs your arm, pulling you away from everyone. Charlie just looks in question, but walks away when she notices Vaggie calling her over.

You’re shocked and confused. What is going on? You barely know Vox. You feel a spark as he grabs you, and you hiss out in pain.

“Y/n.” He says, looking at you. His eyes are manic wide and he’s smiling at you possessively.

You try to back away but he holds you firmly by his wrist.

“Just listen. Everything is okay. I was trying to ask you if you wanted to go on a date with me.” He explains calmly, despite his not very calming state.

You now feel better that you had an uneasy feeling about him. It was deserved.

“Uhh.. Yeah, I don’t know about that. I’m sorry.” You say hesitantly.

He stops. Letting go of your arm.

“What did you just say?”

He looks at you in shock, anger, and determination.

You back up and say, “No. I don’t want to go on a date with you, Vox. I’m sorry.”

You walk away, meeting Charlie and the rest of the family. You guys walk back to the hotel, leaving Vox there to spiral.

Vox stands there, frozen. Did you just..? Say no..? To him? The love of your life? What has gotten in your head? He’s in disbelief. He shakes his head, laughing.

“No. This isn’t right. Don’t worry, Y/n. I’ll clear your head in no time.” He says with a smile, calming walking back to his headquarters.

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You’re back in you room, ready for bed. Yawning, you open your laptop to check your messages before you go to sleep.

Vox is smiling as he sends hypnotizing message through the screen. Trust him, love him, and feel sorry for how you treated him.

All of a sudden, you see sparks on the laptop again, but this time, you feel something.

Your head spins and your eyes go foggy for a second. All you can think about is how much you messed up by declining Vox’s offer today. How dumb can you be? Why would you do that?

You snap out of the trance and frown. A wave of regret and shame fills you. Vox of VoxTek, one of the most important people in Hell, the guy who gave you a free laptop, the charming man who asked you out on a date, when he could’ve asked anyone else but he asked you.. and you said no?!

You panic and begin to have anxiety. You have to apologize to him. In person.

Getting up, not even changing out of your pyjamas, you leave your room and go to walk over to the VVV tower to say sorry to Vox and see if it’s not too late to accept his offer.

All-while, Vox is sitting back smirking while watching you on his screens. See?! Now you have some sense talked into you. You just needed a little push. His lovely is on his way to see him, as it should’ve been. You just needed some reminding of how you really felt. Vox is excited to see you again. And this time, it won’t get interrupted.

You get to the VVV tower, entering the place. It’s pretty cool there. You look around and go to the reception desk.

There’s a young man there, you have the idea to ask him if you can speak to Vox.

“Hey um.. Am I able to see Vox? I have something to say to him.” You ask.

The man laughs at you and just stares.

“Oh, you’re serious?” He asks. “No can do! We can’t just let random people walk in and talk to him.” He says in a “are-you-dumb” way.

Suddenly, Vox enters from the elevator.

“Y/n! Hello, you.” He says with a charming smile, walking over to you.

“V-Vox! I just um.. I wanted to say something to you. If that’s okay..” You start.

He shushes you and tells you to wait while he brings you up to his room for more privacy.

As you two get to his room, you look around. It suits him. There’s a lot of screens and all the colours that match his usual outfits.

“So, what is it you wanted to tell me?” He says smugly, knowing already.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I acted when you asked me out. I shouldn’t have said no.. I just.. I don’t know what came over me.” You say apologetically.

“Oh my dear, dear, Y/n. Thank you for your apology.” He says. “Do you have a different answer now?”

You feel a twist in your gut. Half of you is still saying no, but half of you is saying yes. You don’t know which one to lean into. It feels like your brain is confused and that you can’t even trust yourself.

Vox notices you thinking hard, so he helps you. Using his hypnotizing “power,” he puts sense into your brain.

Your head goes dizzy for a second and all comes clear to you. You don’t have to trust yourself. You can just trust him. The answer was staring you in your face all along.

“Y-yes! I do have a different answer. I’d say yes. I want to go out with you.” You say quickly.

Vox smiles.

“Oh course you do.” He whispers.

#vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #my works #:vox #vox x you #vox hazbin #hazbin hotel imagine #vox imagine #vox smut #hazbin hotel x you

[moonlightspencie]

Meet-Cute

Description: It's all in the title, isn't it?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1k

On a Saturday morning after a night of drinking, the last thing you personally cared for was to be awoken by the loudest noise on earth. Some terrible creaking sound, mixed with thuds that seemed to resound in your apartment every thirty seconds had you practically developing a stress-induced twitch as you laid in bed.

To put it nicely: you were at the end of your rope.

You begrudgingly got out of bed, roughly washed your face, angrily brushed your teeth, and stomped to your door. You may not usually be prone to dramatics, but you felt it necessary for your well-being this time. You opened your door, about to confront your terribly noisy neighbor, when you realized that it was someone moving in.

You wanted to be angry. You really did. But…

“Hello,” said a man who you could only describe as genuinely tall, dark, and handsome. He also looked a little surprised.

You wiped the scowl off your face. “Hi.”

He looked around, as if the answer for you standing in your doorway in pajamas, looking quite annoyed, would appear out of thin air. It didn’t. You realized as much about thirty seconds later as you finally started speaking.

“Sorry. Are you moving in?”

"Oh! Yeah," he breathed out a small laugh. God he was handsome. "I apologize for the noise.”

You shake your head. “No! No, that’s okay. Just… curious.”

He smiled a little and you tried not to melt on the spot. He reached his hand out in greeting.

“I’m Aaron.”

You shook his hand, trying not to stare at him as you gave him your name.

“Nice to meet you,” you said softly.

“You, too. Uh… I’m just gonna…” he trailed off, nodding at the box under his arm.

“Of course!” you nod quickly. “Right. Um… I’ll see you around, Aaron.”

You went back to your apartment, shutting the door behind you with a little grin. So much for staying determined to be grumpy and less than pleasant today.

It was, unfortunately, two weeks later before you saw him again. This time as you were checking your mailbox in the lobby. As you heard someone clear their throat, you muttered a small apology, stepping out of the way as you looked through the letters in your hand.

“Um… hi,” he offered as a greeting that made you jump a little bit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Just wanted to say hello."

You looked up at the voice that was irritatingly smooth, finding yourself getting a bit warm in the cheeks when you noticed him giving you almost a shy smile. You turned towards him more to give him your full attention.

"Oh, gosh. Uh, sorry," you chuckled softly, returning his smile. "Guess I'm not very good at being neighborly, am I?"

"You're doing just fine. I'm sure it might be a little... maybe off-putting to have a strange man approach you in the lobby, now that I think of it."

You shook your head. “It’s not that at all. I’m just… not used to people approaching me here at all.”

“Not exactly social?”

“More like nobody else here is. I don’t mind a little company,” you replied, a little more flirty than you were intending. 

Clearly he didn’t mind.

“Good to know,” he nodded once with a growing smirk.

“Uh…” you clammed up a tiny bit. “So… Um, are you, like, new around here?”

“Only to this building. I’ve been in D.C. for too many years to count,” his smirk melted into a softer smile. “Just needed someplace new, I guess. My old apartment… I just needed a change of scenery.”

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I’ve been there,” you nodded softly. “How are you liking it so far?”

“It’s great. My son loves it here.”

Your brows raised a little. “You have a son?”

“I’m shocked you didn’t file a complaint last night with the tantrum he threw,” he chuckled a tiny bit. 

“I was out last night, so no worries here.”

“Oh? With friends, or…?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little more. “Yeah. Just a couple of girlfriends.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Maybe too much fun.”

“You get up to a lot with them?” he asked casually, though not without humor, crossing his arms over his chest.

You smiled. “Only on occasion. I don’t think I could really handle the way they go out practically every single night. I only agree to go out like that with them once a month.”

“Now you’re sounding a little too much like me for someone so young and pretty.”

You find your cheeks warm at that, though you try not to react outwardly. You could tell that he knew just how much he had affected you, though. If you didn’t know any better, you might guess he was a mindreader. 

“I think you make yourself out to be too boring for someone so friendly and handsome.”

He laughed a little at that. Then a comfortable silence falls over the both of you for a moment. Maybe two moments. Eventually, you shift your weight, and look back up at him again. He really is horribly handsome. A guy shouldn’t be able to look like that, and… God, he smelled good, too. You shuffled the mail in your hands a little bit before speaking again.

“Uh… Well, it was nice chatting with you, but unfortunately I do have to go clean my apartment. Family is coming over tomorrow,” you said softly. “I’ll see you around, though, yeah?”

“Yes, that sounds… sounds good. Maybe if you end up wanting some of that company you were talking about, we could get dinner some time?”

You couldn’t help a giddy smile sneaking onto your face. You nodded easily, glancing at his hand as he shut your mailbox for you near your head. 

“I could come knock on your door some time soon and invite you properly, if you’d be alright with that,” he said, that little smirk sneaking back onto his face.

“I’d like that.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner one shot #criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fic #gender neutral reader

[writingwithciara]

Broken Bond ~Chris Sturniolo~

summary: the stupid reason chris stopped talking to his best friend

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

word count: 4.3k

notes: allusions to sexual content, nearly toxic chris, sweet baby matt

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y/n and chris were inseparable from kindergarten all the way up to the summer between freshman and sophomore year. it was as if chris just decided he didn’t want to be in her life anymore. and that shocked everyone. but unfortunately for him, she was always going to be a permanent fixture in his life, whether he liked it or not because she was still close with nick and matt. they never felt the urge to get up and abandon her like he did.

but he believed he had a good reason.

the summer between 9th and 10th grade, chris noticed that y/n changed quite a bit. she had gone to florida to visit her grandma for a week and when she came back, her shorts were shorter and her shirts seemed to be tighter. every time chris saw her, he had an over abundance of unfamiliar thoughts. he didn’t like them so to cope with the change, he stopped talking to her altogether. he started going out of his way to make sure whenever she was at the house that he wouldn’t be.

and it broke her heart.

she spent the first week alone, afraid that matt and nick would also change their minds and leave her too. but on a cold rainy saturday morning, when matt showed up to her house with movies and snacks, she knew he wasn’t going anywhere. and for the rest of that summer, y/n spent all her free time with nick and matt, almost completely forgetting that chris even existed.

when the boys announced they were moving to la to move their career along, they invite y/n to come with them. she was supposed to go to school there anyway so she figured it would be easier for everyone. so they packed their bags and headed west.

when they got to town and the boys began their career, y/n found herself feeling alone again. especially when the boys had to leave to film a video. or when they went on tour. she joined them when she could but most of the fans were never happy with her presence, despite her blossoming career as a youtuber.

it was never matt or nick that made her feel alone though. they publicly defended her against the fans & spent whatever time they could with her. it was always chris who would make her feel unwanted. he just didn’t seem to care.

but he cared so much.

he could tell that basically abandoning her in sophomore year had really hurt her, both physically and emotionally, and he wanted to go back and change it all. but he couldn’t do anything about it now, nor could he get rid of the impure thoughts that littered his brain whenever she was around. she used to be his best friend and he shouldn’t have been feeling that way to begin with.

he couldn’t take back what he did in the past but he could try to make up for it in the present.

whenever he would see a fan comment something mean about her, he would send that person a message, completely defending y/n. but nobody ever knew about it.

so when the hate started to die down, chris felt like he did a good job. y/n was confused at first as to why she was getting fewer and fewer hate comments but brushed it off, happy they weren’t being mean to her anymore. it started taking a toll on her mental health. luckily for her, she still had matt. he helped her through her first everything and they were suddenly the inseparable ones. probably even more so than y/n and chris once were.

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y/n was sitting in her room when nick called her. although she was confused, she picked up her phone and smiled. “why are you calling me when you live right upstairs?”

“y/n, i tested positive for covid so i'm stuck in quarantine until i'm better. and seeing as how you were just with me earlier today, i feel like you should get tested too, just in case.”

“oh okay.” y/n grabbed the text from her nightstand and sighed. she took the test and waited on the phone with nick. when it came back negative, she was relieved. she didn’t want to be stuck in her room all day every day. “i'm sorry you have it, nick. do they boys have it?”

“matt does but chris keeps testing negative.”

“so i can’t hang out with my 2 best friends but i'm gonna be stuck with chris? i would much rather have covid, honestly.”

“the week is going to fly by. i promise.” y/n smiled at her best friends optimism.

“i could always pretend i have it so i can avoid him.”

“that’s true.” nick chuckled. “but why would you do that?”

“i can’t be around him, nick.” y/n sighed.

“girl, it has been 6 years. it’s about time you bury your grudge.”

“i tried. but you can’t just get rid of several years of feeling every emotion. i loved him at one point and the fact that it was before he ditched me really hurts.”

“if it makes you feel any better, i could tell you why he ditched you, even if it is the most ridiculous reason ever.”

“you know?”

“not entirely. but i did read his journal entry from that date and although it lacked detail, it’s pretty obvious why he did it.”

“tell me.”

nick decided to describe the reason in as much detail as he could create. he painted a vivid picture for y/n but she didn’t seem to believe that was the reason chris stopped talking to her.

later that day, y/n was in the kitchen preparing a meal for the boys when chris decided he was hungry. he walked up the stairs and stopped at the top when he saw y/n at the stove. he could’ve turned around and headed back down to his room before she knew he was there but his stomach rumbled so he decided to walk to the fridge. y/n turned at the exact moment chris was reaching for the door, causing her to nearly slap him with the spatula she was holding.

neither of them said a word as they silently stared at each other. the tension was palpable and seeing y/n dressed in sweats with her hair up in a messy bun, caused chris to cough awkwardly. he shifted slightly as he tried to look anywhere but her face.

y/n was the first to break the silence. “what are you doing out of your room?”

“was hungry.” chris shrugged nonchalantly and opened the refrigerator. “need food too you know.”

“yeah but i figured you would’ve seen me and went back into your room, seeing as how that’s the way it’s been for 6 years.”

“my need for food was too strong.” chris turned but avoided her gaze. he looked down at the food in front of her. he went to grab some off the plate but she smacked his arm and pushed him away.

“this is for the 2 brothers who didn’t abandon me.” she looked at him.

“can you make me something too?”

“no.” she grabbed the plate and walked to matt’s room first. when she walked in, matt noticed she wasn’t wearing the mask she was supposed to.

“where’s your mask? i don’t want you to get sick too.”

“matt, i keep telling you that i don’t care. i'll be fine. and even if i do get sick, i know you’ll take care of me.”

“what makes you say that?” he asked, jokingly raising an eyebrow.

“okay fine. guess you don’t want this wonderful & delicious food i made you.” she picked up the plate and went to walk towards the door but matt’s whines stopped her.

“you know i'd take care of you. in sickness and in health.” he chuckled. y/n set the plate back on his desk and smiled.

“the way you’re talking sounds like we’re making a wedding vow.”

“that’s the deal, remember?” matt smirked, causing y/n to think back to their junior year of high school.

she had been in a relationship with a member of the lacrosse team for quite some time so when he abruptly dumped her with no explanation, she began to wonder if there was any hope for her. matt found her after a game and they had made the promise to marry each other if neither of them were in a serious relationship by the time they were 25.

“yeah i remember.” y/n smiled. “but i highly doubt that’s going to happen, matt.”

“and why do you say that?”

“because look at you. you’re…good looking and you have a great personality. plus, you’ve dated way more than i have. i think it’s safe to say that you’re more likely to be in a serious relationship at 25 years old than i am.”

“don’t sell yourself so short. you're good looking too, obviously. and you have the biggest heart out of anyone i know. your personality rocks and you’re going to find the right guy someday. gary just wasn’t the right one, of course.”

“you’re my favorite triplet, you know that right?”

“oh i am fully aware.” he chuckled and took a bite of the food she made. “don’t worry. i won’t tell nick.”

“i'm sure you will eventually.” y/n kissed his head and walked back to the kitchen. she ignored chris and took nick’s plate to his room. he was asleep so she left the plate on his nightstand and went back to the kitchen.

she had only been out of the room for 10 minutes and chris had somehow managed to make a huge mess.

“what the fuck are you doing, chris?”

“i'm trying to make myself some food since you won’t do it for me.” he rolled his eyes and focused back on the grilled cheese he was trying to make. or burn, y/n wasn’t sure what the endgame was.

“holy shit, you’re helpless.” y/n rolled her eyes and moved him out of the way. “go to your room and i'll call you up when it’s ready.”

“i don’t get room service?”

“don’t push your luck.” she pointed the spatula at him threateningly and smiled to herself as he retreated to his room in defeat. she began to cook his food and questioned why he was even talking to her, eventually chalking it up to the fact he was probably lonely without nick or matt.

when she finished cooking, she decided to bring it down to him. she knocked on the door and opened it slowly when she heard the faint ‘come in’. she set the plate down and was about to walk out when chris called out for her.

“wait, hold up.” he turned around in his chair and looked up at her. “thank you.”

“no problem.” she stood awkwardly as he stared at her. “can i go now? got a big mess to clean up.”

“yeah you can go. but, um, don’t worry about the mess. i did it so i'll clean it.”

“okay?” y/n was more confused now than she was earlier. she walked out of the room as chris resumed the game he was playing.

chris' eyes roamed the computer screen in front of him but his mind was running rampant with thoughts again.

“how am i supposed to get her out of my head?” he muttered to himself. he could hear nate laughing on the other end of the headset.

“still can’t believe you stopped being her friend just because she got boobs.”

“she got boobs and she got hot. all it took was one week.” chris sighed.

“and you’ve been in love with you since you were 8. in case you forgot, that was before she was hot. so why did her, um, development have to change the dynamic between you two?”

“i don’t know. it just did.” chris sighed frustratedly and looked down at his phone, suddenly coming with a way to get rid of the thoughts that wouldn’t leave. “i'm gonna go now. play later though, okay?” nate said his goodbyes before chris hung up. his attention turned to his phone. he picked it up and opened instagram. the first post he saw was a picture of y/n and he thought it was perfect. he took a screenshot and added it to his album filled with pictures of her through the years. chris swiped a few times until he settled on a picture of y/n that he always loved. he knew matt had taken it but he didn’t care. she was smiling and wearing an orange fresh love hoodie. it was right after he launched his brand and he gave them each a hoodie, purposely giving y/n the orange one, even thought it would drive him crazy.

and it was certainly driving him crazy. he hated that it didn’t take much for him to get excited but he also loved that it was only y/n that could do it for him.

y/n was watching netflix in the living room when she just happened to glance over at the kitchen. it was still a mess and she hadn’t seen chris in a few hours.

curiosity got the best of her and she found herself slowly approaching chris’ bedroom door. it was slightly ajar and she could see a faint light coming from the crack, along with some low music coming from his speaker. his voice could be heard but he was muttering something y/n couldn’t hear. she quietly pushed the door open a little more and her jaw nearly dropped at the sight before her.

chris was facing away from her but from the way his arm was moving, y/n knew what was going on. that didn’t bother her though. it was what he was getting himself off to that bothered her. there, right on his screen, was a picture of her. it took every ounce of self-control not to scream out loud or go over and berate him for using a picture of her.

she stood there, unable to move, and watched as chris finished himself off. he rolled onto his back with his eyes closed and y/n found herself finally able to make a run for it. too bad she suddenly lacked the coordination to do so and crashed into the wall. chris' shot open and he looked at y/n. she was trying to look anywhere other than him. he pulled the blanket up to cover himself and couldn’t find the words he needed to say.

“i just….i’m just gonna head out now.” y/n almost slipped as she stood up and rushed back up to the living room. there was no way she just witnessed that.

the week that followed was even more awkward than it had been before. y/n never went out of her own way to avoid chris before but how was she supposed to look him in the eye after what she saw?

when nick and matt both tested negative and were able to come out of their rooms, matt was the first to point out the tension in the air. nick brushed it off and told y/n she was going to be in their car video, giving her no time to argue as the 4 of them piled into the car.

matt took them to mcdonald’s to get food then drove them to an empty parking lot and they began to film. y/n wasn’t sure of what the topic was and the only thing she could focus on was chris.

“how are you guys feeling today?” chris asked, keeping his gaze on matt, fearing that if he looked to the backseat, y/n would disappear.

“i'm feeling fantastic actually.” nick threw a few fries into his mouth. “so glad i can actually taste things again.”

“yeah me too.” matt smiled and shoved some fries in his own mouth. “i'm also glad that you two didn’t kill each other or burn the house down while we were stuck in our rooms.”

“chris almost burned it down on the first day.” y/n stirred her mcflurry and looked at matt. “after i brought you your food that day, i returned to the kitchen and this kid was wither trying to consume a charred sandwich or was intentionally trying to burn the house down.”

“hey now.” chris spoke directly to y/n but caught himself and looked at matt. “she refused to cook me a meal.”

“i don’t blame her.” nick rolled his eyes and looked back at y/n. “but you should’ve known letting the kid in the kitchen unsupervised would result in a disaster.”

“did you end up making him food anyway?” matt chuckled.

“of course. couldn't let him attempt it again.” y/n attempted to joke and looked up to see chris looking at her through the rearview mirror. he looked away quickly. nick witnessed the awkward interaction and he shared a look with matt. matt stopped recording so they could address the tension in the car privately.

“what’s going on with you two? one minute, things are back to normal between you two & the next second, it’s like you guys were never friends at all.”

“yeah. what happened?”

“nothing happened.” y/n and chris said at the same time. nick shook his head, clearly not buying it.

“that’s fucking bullshit. the tension, as strong as it was before, has never been this intense. why is it so awkward? did someone see something they shouldn’t have?” nick chuckled and when they didn’t respond, his eyes widened. “wait, what?!”

“you’re joking, right?” matt glanced between them. “tell us.”

“i’d rather not. it was kind of embarrassing.” y/n looked out the window behind nick.

“so did chris see something?”

“no. y/n saw something.” chris sighed and looked back at y/n. “and i'm sorry.”

“it’s okay, chris.” y/n avoided eye contact and opted to look at matt.

“well, what did you see then?” nick questioned, getting more and more invested in the story.

“she caught me, um…..” chris glanced down at his lap, hoping his brothers would pick up on the hint. they did, immediately going crazy.

“what? no way!” matt couldn’t contain his laughter. nick on the other hand was too grossed out to even speak.

“told you it was embarrassing.” chris glanced out the window, hoping nobody would bring up what he was using to satisfy himself and thanking y/n for not mentioning it.

the rest of the video went by rather smoothly after the revelation. when they got back to the house, y/n and chris were in the kitchen while the other 2 went to shower. chris was focused on his phone and y/n was finally ready to ask why.

“i know it’s a week late but i was just wondering-“

“no, i'm not going to tell you why it was your picture. i don’t need you to hate me anymore than you already do.” chris sighed, not even taking his view off the phone as he answered the question she never finished.

“chris, i don’t hate you. and as much as i have tried to do it in the past, i just can’t. you may hate me but we’re clearly going to be in each other’s lives forever, whether or not we want to  be. so maybe we should just start at the beginning.”

“i don’t hate you, y/n. that’s the fucking problem.” chris set his phone down and finally looked up at her. she was scared of the sudden aggressiveness in his tone.

“then why the fuck did you stop talking to me before sophomore year?!”

before chris could answer, matt came out of his bathroom. his hair was still damp and he was attempting to dry it with a towel. he looked up and could feel the tension again. “what just happened?”

“nothing.” chris picked up his phone and went down to his room, slightly slamming the door.

matt just turned to y/n with an apologetic look. “i'm sorry.”

“not your fault.” she sighed and walked over to him. “let’s just go to your room.”

matt didn’t argue with her as they both climbed into the bed, passing out shortly after.

chris was not as lucky. he stayed awake for most of the night, trying to come up with a valid explanation for the picture.

when he finally managed to get to sleep, he was woken up by a soft knock on his door frame. he looked up to see y/n standing in the shadows. he sat up straight and looked towards her.

“we need to talk, chris. so please don’t brush this whole thing off. i'm being serious. don't change the topic when you know i want a clear answer. got it?”

as rare it was, chris loved it when y/n would get a little bossy. thankfully, it was dark and the blanket was hiding everything from view. “okay.”

“first, i need to know why you ditched me that summer. then i need to know why it was my picture you were jerking off to. and please don’t lie to me, chris. i know your tell.”

“if you know my tell, then how come you couldn’t figure out that i have never once had a bit of hatred towards you in my life? how come you didn’t figure out anything from the past? i don’t think you know what my tell is.”

“fine. i don’t. but i want to know the reason you dropped me like i meant absolutely nothing to you. are you gonna tell me or am i just going to have to go tell matt what you were using when i caught you?”

“fine. i'll tell you. just please don’t tell him. he’ll kick my ass for being a ‘pervert’ and i would rather that not happen.” chris shifted himself on the bed as y/n walked closer. she was wearing matt’s blue fresh love t-shirt and her legs were bare but chris knew she had shorts underneath. “the reason i stopped talking to you that summer was because when you came back from florida, you changed.”

“changed how? my tastes and personality were exactly the same.”

“no. i mean, um…” he hovered his hands over his chest and gestured them outwards. y/n quirked  an eyebrow before catching on.

“oh.” she looked down at her feet. “that’s the stupidest excuse i have ever heard.”

“i had to stay away from you as much as possible because when you came around, my mind was fully clouded with very impure thoughts and i didn’t want to keep them. plus, i didn’t want to be around when all the guys came out of the woodwork to ask you on a date. i figured with distance and time, i could stop myself from wanting to kick the crap out of every guy that suddenly decided you were interesting, just because you had boobs.”

“chris-“

“and then gary, the only guy i ever truly felt jealous of, asked you out and you guys dated for a while. i hated that so much. he didn’t treat you how you deserved.”

“oh, and you did?” y/n felt angry at this revelation. “you don’t get to stand there and tell me how i deserve to be treated when you didn’t treat me any better than those guys did. it's complete bullshit, chris.”

“i was a stupid teenager all jacked up on hormones. i didn’t know how else to deal with the feelings that were bubbling up inside.”

“that’s still no excuse, chris. do you have any idea how many nights i cried myself to sleep after, thinking i just wasn’t ever going to be good enough to be your friend? every fucking night, chris!” y/n tried to keep her voice down but she kept getting angrier. chris pulled her into his room and shut the door.

“will you keep it down? you're gonna wake matt.” chris let go of her shoulders and sat back on his bed as y/n began to pace.

“the way you’ve been treating me for 6 years is not fair. do you know how hard it was to get over you? it seriously fucked with my mental health.” y/n paused and looked over at chris. “so, were my boobs the only reason you stopped talking to me?”

“yeah. well that, and the fact that i had a terrible crush on you since we were 8. you should know that i'm not the best at expressing how i feel. i do stupid stuff all the time. for instance, i have an entire album on my phone filled with pictures of you and since i'm being honest, i use them sometimes.”

“for what?”

“seriously?” he looked up at her and noticed she was standing at the end of the bed. he could see the look of realization flash through her eyes.

“oh. right. that thing.” y/n shifted on her feet before sitting on the end of the bed, facing chris. “so why did you use my picture? why not use one of the other girls you find attractive?”

“i literally don’t find any other girl attractive.” he looked away from her and missed the look she shot him. he only looked up when he felt the mattress move beneath him. when he finally looked back at her, she was sitting in front of him.

“you’re lying.” she looked into his eyes and held the eye contact as he swallowed nervously

“no i'm really not.” he shook his head and his eyes flicked down to her lips. “you’ve always been the only attractive girl i know. and i'm sorry i could never find the proper way to tell you.”

“well you’re telling me now.” she looked at him. “the next time you need to ‘take care of yourself’ please come find me. i would be more than happy to help.” y/n climbed off the bed and made her way back to the door. “good night, chris.”

she walked out of the room, leaving chris no opportunity to beg for her help.

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protecting your boyfriend from being talked bad by random students. how does he react when he finds out?

RIDDLE ROSEHEART

“housewarden riddle is such a stuck-up. all he does is scream at us for not obeying the ridiculous amount of rules that the queen of hearts made!” you stopped walking and continued to hear into their conversation.

“if i was the queen, i'd definitely have him as my lap-dog! it would be so satisfying to look at his face that would be pleading for my forgiveness.” another student added, laughing at the comment that his friend made. you clenched your fists and side-eyed them from a far, the atmosphere suddenly growing tense.

you could feel your blood boiling as they continued to slander riddle's name. then, you waited until they walked in front of your figure. putting your hand on the student that called riddle a lap-dog, he turned around to be met by a fist.

“w-what the hell?!”

“what's your problem, dude?!”

“haven't punched someone for so long. feels good, doesn't it?” you cracked your knuckles and glared at them. “i may be magicless, but that doesn't mean i'm weak.” slowly walking towards the student that was on the floor, he backed away before being pulled by the hair by you. “talk about him like that again and i'll make sure that you won't only leave with a bruised cheek.”

at the end of the day, you were met with an outrageous riddle that walked his way towards you. “rose, why would you commit such heinous acts? you could've been hurt and i wouldn't of known until later on!” he scolded, inspected your hands and face for any cuts or forming bruises.

you stared at him and chuckled, “i couldn't stay quiet when i hear my lover's name get played like some dog's chew toy, could i?” riddle still had his eyebrows furrowed when he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. he looked away and kept quiet before speaking up.

“i appreciate it, my rose. next time, just— just don't act as violently as you did.”

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

to him, it wasn't unusual to hear people talk behind his back.

he was the second born after all, and is always compared to farena. it’s not like he cared, he was used to it anyway. to him, no matter how hard he tries, nobody would change the views that they have on him anyway. he was shocked to hear that his herbivore got into a fight under his name, and rushed towards the infirmary to see you.

“herbivore, what were you thinking?” he gently cupped your face, worriedly looking into your eyes. “they were talking bad about you, leona. i'm not the type to stay quiet whenever i hear people i care about get insulted.” you smiled and showed him your fist that was wrapped up in bandages, making his attention go to your fists instead of your face.

“plus, i only bruised my knuckles and gained a few cuts here and there. they're all in the same area though, so i'll be fine. you should worry about the others.” he could see that you were amused with yourself, making leona sigh and softly growled, “what did you do, anyway?” you closed your eyes and grinned, “i only punched them both in their jaw. nothing too serious! only one of them got a dislocated jaw.” leona can't help but let out an amused laugh, proud of you.

“i'm glad that you're not hurt, herbivore. i'm proud of you for winning the fight, but don't injure yourself for me. now move over, i want to sleep.”

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

usually, he'd have the leech twins take care of people who talked bad about him. but today was different, because this time it involved you.

“hey boss! you have to guess what shrimpy did today!” floyd opened azul's door with a loud bang, his sharp teeth showing in his smile. azul's head snapped up once he heard your name, well... ‘shrimpy’, curious to what floyd had to say. “what happened to the prefect?”

jade, who was behind floyd, chuckled and brought a gloved hand under his chin, a sadistic smile present on his face. “they punched a student for talking bad about you.” floyd whined and looked at jade with an offended look, as if jade insulted him. azul looked at the twins in horror and quickly stood up, his chair falling to the floor. “what?!”

floyd grumbled and stared boredly at azul. “shrimpy beat up a guy for you, boss. you should thank shrimpy for their kind acts, you know! they let me squeeze that guy too~” azul could only turn his head towards a now grinning floyd, annoyed. “where are they now?” jade laughed and pointed towards a vacant table at monstro lounge, who had only one customer attending at said table.

azul rushed and quickly went to the table to see you with your phone out. “dear, are you hurt?” he grabbed your hand and checked for any present or forming injuries, making you gently smile at him. “not at all.”

“please leave all the violent stuff to the leech twins. i wouldn't want you getting hurt because of me.”

KALIM AL-ASIM

why would anyone talk bad about kalim? it was clear to you that the reason that this student talked bad about kalim was because of one reason, envy.

kalim is a sweetheart. but each person, no matter how loved they are, there will always be one person that dislikes them— no matter how kind they are. they would highlight the bad doings of the person they are envious of, instead of their rights.

“kalim is too naive for his own good. he’d be quite easy to manipulate, don’t you think?” you kept quiet as you walked beside the student that decided to change the topic from something irrelevant to kalim; who was your boyfriend. “i mean, if i told him to go against a wild and rabid dog, he’d probably say that every dog is nice and try to approach it!” he laughed.

is he serious? talking about your boyfriend when every single student of nrc knows of how protective you could be of kalim. “don’t talk about kalim like that.” you quietly spoke, glaring at him from the corner of your eye. “you’d rather side your boyfriend than side by your friend?” he asked, grabbing onto your wrist.

“we were never friends to begin with. who even are you?” you scoffed, harshly pulling your wrist away from him. “keep your hands to yourself— i don’t need your filth.” your voice sounded sharp, making the student sweatdrop. turning your figure around, your eyes spotted kalim in the distance— who was making his way to you. “next time, learn how to keep your mouth shut.”

you told what happened to kalim, and he could only sweatdrop and smile nervously at you.

“are you okay though? i wouldn’t want you to get insulted as well :(”

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil knew that some didn’t like him. but does he care? no. he’s a model, a famous and widely known model across twisted wonderland. everyone knows that when you get into modelling, you would have haters and fans.

“vil thinks he’s all that when really, he isn’t. could you imagine being so obsessed with beauty that you force other people to follow your routine?” a student said, catching your eye. you could agree, vil does tend to be strict about beauty but that student doesn’t need to describe him like that. “strip away his beauty and let’s see how he reacts.” the student laughed along with their friend, slapping his friend’s shoulder in the process.

“i bet he’s worth nothing if he didn’t have beauty. people wouldn’t even look at him!”

vil rushed to the scene, shocked to see his potato in a quarell. out of all people in nrc, he couldn’t imagine his sweet potato getting into a fight with... his own dorm members? “potato! what is the meaning of this?” you looked at vil to see his worried face (and obviously graying hair that is bcs of you), and glared at the student from the corner of your eye that was holding his stinging cheek. “they slapped me! i didn’t do anything!”

“you couldn’t control your mouth, could you? and the same was for me, i couldn’t control my actions.” vil furrowed his eyebrows and looked between you and the student, slowly regaining information of what was happening. “so it all started because of you?” vil scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, squinting his eyes at his dorm member. “i am greatly disappointed. i will require a full fledged explanation from you at the dorm. don’t think that you will get away without punishment.”

the student let out a huff of breath and closed his eyes in surrender, “yes, housewarden...” vil now turns to you, “and you, potato, i want an explanation too.” you looked at him and nodded, knowing he wouldn’t do anything anyway.

“so that’s what happened... potato, i appreciate the concern— but putting yourself in potential danger is irresponsible. i would say that ignoring them is better— but i will never understand your ways.”

IDIA SHROUD

idia wasn’t a social person at all. only God knows how he pulled you, because surely nobody does. it was clear to everyone that no matter how cold you could be, he was your one weak spot.

“that ignihyde housewarden? idia, yeah— he’s such a freak.. how did he manage to date the ramshackle prefect anyway? is the prefect blind or just stupid?” now, insulting you was one thing, but insulting your boyfriend?.. that’s too far, even for you. idia wasn’t a freak, he was just less sociable than others. what he said made your blood boil, and it raised your temper to the core.

you kicked the back of the student’s knee and made him kneel, a shadow resting on your face. your hand moved over to grab him harshly by the hair, forcing him to look at you in the eye. “not only did you insult me, you insulted idia as well. you think you’re higher than me just because you have magic?” the way that venom dripped down your voice made the student in front of you quiver in nervousness, his eyes glinting in fear. “prefect! what do you think you're doing?! to the headmaster's office!”

you turned your head to look at the source of the voice to find Crewel with his hands on his hips. scoffing, you let go of the student and found strands of hair on your palm. it disgusted you, making you immediately remove the strands. “i'm sure you would love to know the full story, sir.” your eyes moved to look at the student that gulped, making crewel raise his eyebrows. “both of you, headmaster's office. now.” your lips curled into a thin smile.

“it was just detention for a month, idia.” staring at idia, who had his eyes wide open. he knew of your violent behaviour from ortho, and rechecked the security cameras to make sure it was you. “s-still! what if you got hurt because of me?” idia quietly voiced out, concern visible on his face. he looked quite adorable, making you laugh out a little. “don't be silly. it'll be worth it in the end, won't it?”

“im used to being called a freak... you don't need to endanger yourself for me,”

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus was quite sensitive to the topic of relationships, mostly platonically. so, this person knew what to rub into the wound of malleus, making you scowl.

“nobody actually likes malleus, that's why he is never invited to any gatherings!” your eyes squinted to glare at the student in front of you, who was laughing. the student stopped laughing to huff out a “you don't actually like— 'love' him do you?” , making a vein of yours pop. this guy was truly getting on your nerves. is he asking for a deathwish?

“i'd prefer it if you avoid talking about my personal feelings for others—” the student jabbed you with his index finger at your chest and scoffed in your face, making you grumble in silent anger. “wait, don't tell me you've actually fallen for that dragon?” he retreated his finger and huffed out a laugh. “hah, that's quite pathetic!”

you grabbed his wrist. “what the— let go!” the hold you had on the student's wrist made him whimper in pain, begging you to let go. “speak of malleus like that again and i'll break your wrist.” you tightened the grip making the student's eyes water, before releasing his wrist and turning around to face the opposite side.

“child of man, i heard that a student was injured because of you. did he provoke you?” malleus questions, curiousity written on his face. your eyes moved from his hands to his face, letting a gentle smile decorate your features before answering his question with a soft tone. “tsunataro, he was being disrespectful. i couldn't of stood silent as your name get slandered, could i?” he smiles.

“oh, how lucky i am to meet you. you are too precious, child of man.. but don't risk your safety for me.”

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Stiles stilinski x reader

An: I knowwww it’s been a while… do what to say and this wasn’t even hard to write… no excuse. Anyway enjoy!

    Scott Stiles and y/n were all sat in class as their teacher handed out test results. Stiles, who was sitting to y/ns right and behind Scott, tapped Scott on the shoulder getting his attention. "If Derek isn't the alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who is?" He asked, y/n nodded "Great question". Scott pondered for a second before answering "I don't know". Stiles sat back but quickly leaned forward again. "Did the alpha kill the bus driver?" He asked, and again Scott answered "I don't know"  Stiles sat back again exhaling dramatically loudly, before leaning up again "Does Allison's dad know-" he said but was cut off by Scott "i dont know!" He said way louder, attracting the attention of the whole class momentarily. The teacher had finally reached the trio, y/n looked down at her paper and smiled at the circled A+ at the corner of her paper, she looked over to Stiles and he showed his that just read A. Y/n smirked when she showed hers, laughing at the way stiles face dropped. Y/n took a quick glimpse at Scott while smiling and her smile immediately dropped, making Stiles turn to look. His face mirrored y/ns shock. "Dude you need to study more" Stiles said jokingly "Yeah Scott I knew you were failing, but I didn't think it was this bad" y/n said going along with Stiles's teasing "Okay we’re joking. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up," stiles said trying to lift Scott's spirits, "He's right. Hey, I'll even help you study," Y/n said. Scott sighed "No it's okay, I'm studying with Allison today," Scott said nonchalantly. Stiles plastered a surprised expression on his face "That's my boy" he said making y/n groan. "We're just studying," Scott said shutting down what everyone knew Stiles was referring to. "Uh uh. No, you're not," he said pushing his case.

    "No, I'm not?" Scot said questioningly. "Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to go I will have you de-balled" Stiles ranted. "Don't feel pressured Scott, it's nobody's fault Stiles can't get laid" y/n said, smirking when Stiles looked at her with one eye squinted. "Not like you can either y/n," he said arguing back. "Oh no I can, I just choose not to." She said widening her smirk. "Okay! Just stop with the questions man" Scott said interrupting the banter. "Done. No more questions... no more talk about the alpha or Derek. Especially Derek who still scares me." He said. As soon as y/n heard Stiles mention Derek y/n began to get an overwhelming sense that Derek was nearby. She immediately brushed it off not seeing how he'd be able to get in the school during school hours.

    the school had just let out and y/n followed Stiles to his jeep and laughed as he happily jumped in. He pulled out and began to drive out of the parking lot but was abruptly stopped by a very sickly-looking Derek Hale standing in the middle of the road holding his hand up as if to say "Stop". " you gotta be kidding me this guy everywhere" "Ok seriously this guy’s everywhere" y/n said at the same time as stiles, as they looked around for Scott hearing honking from behind them. Scott ran up to the driver's side, then to Derek making both y/n and Stiles get out and do the same. "What are you doing here," Scott asked kneeling beside Derek. "I was shot" Derek replied with labored breaths. "He's not looking so good dude," Stiles said. "Why aren't you healing?" Y/n whispered yelled as she knelt as well. "I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." He answered. "A silver bullet?" Stiles asked. "No you idiot," Derek said glaring up at Stiles. Scott's eyes widened "Wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours," Scott said. "What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek asked. "the one who shot you" Scott answered. Just then Derek groaned and his eyes shifted to the glowing blue. Y/n looked around panicking making sure nobody was close enough to have seen it. "What are you doing? Stop that" she hissed. Derek shook his head "That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't." He growled breathlessly. "Derek. Get up!" Scott demanded.

The honking began to get more consistent. Scott lifted Derek as y/n opened the door before climbing into the back seat. "I need you to find the kind of bullet they used," Derek said as Scott closed the door to the jeep. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" He asked.  "Because she's an argent, she's with them," he said. "Why should I help you?” Scott asked "Because you need me," Derek said, making y/n sigh. He was right and Scott knew it "Fine, I'll try. Hey get him out of here" Scott said to Stiles who had just gotten in the driver's seat. "I hate you so much for this," Stiles said through gritted teeth, before pulling off.

They'd been driving for about 30 minutes in silence and Stiles sighed picking up his phone to call Scott, he sighed even louder when he didn't answer, so he decided to text. 'Did you find it?' To which Scott replied 'need more time' making stile slam his phone on the seat, he looked over to Derek who had come out of his jacket "Hey try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" He said. "Hey stiles ease up, he's shot," Y/n said, stiles again sighed "Fine. We're almost there anyway" he stated. "Almost where?" Derek asked. "Your house," Stiles said. "What? No, you can't take me there" Y/n sighed putting in her earbuds to not hear the two bicker, even when Stiles abruptly stopped the jeep. She thought it was best for them to sort out their differences.

Hours had passed and y/n groaned, they were parked on the side of the road and she was at the point now where she was aggravated. She got out of the car and dialed Scott's number. Surprised when he picked up

Y/n- Hello Scott it's me one of the two friends you so graciously forgot about that is sitting with the dying wolf... where the hell are you!?

Scott- I'm sorry they made me stay for dinner, where are you?

Y/n - parked on the side of the road. Where we have been for going on 2 hours!

She said getting back in the car, holding her phone out for Stiles to take

Stiles - what are we supposed to do with him?!

Scott- take him somewhere. Anywhere!

Stiles- and by the way he's starting to smell

Scott- Like what

Stiles- Like death

Scott- ok, take him to the animal clinic

Stiles- What about your boss

Scott- He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster

Stiles sighed "You’re not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you,” he said handing Derek the phone

Derek- Did you find it?

Scott- How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns

Derek- If you don't find it, then I'm dead, alright?

Scott- I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing

Derek- Then think about this the alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.

Derek hung up the phone and handed it back to y/n. Stiles started the jeep and they began on their merry way to the animal clinic. "Isn't it ironic we're taking an injured werewolf to an animal clinic?" y/n said with a laugh. "Don't forget you were bitten too" Derek huffed. Y/n made eye contact with Stiles through the mirror and smiled

They arrived at the clinic and Stiles unlocked the door, Derek plopped down on the animal food, y/n got a message from Scott "Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Y/n asked Derek. "It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring it to me" he said. "Why?" Stiles asked. Derek looked Stiles dead in the face "Because I'm gonna die without it". Y/n sighed a little more panicked she texted Scott with urgency 'You need to get here NOW'

Y/n followed Derek and Stiles through to the operation room. Derek discarded his shirt to which y/n's eyes widened and quickly looked away, and Stiles was quick to look over to see  y/n's reaction.

The wound looked horrible if y/n was being honest, "You know that doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles said making y/n shake her head. "When the infection reaches my heart it'll kill me." Derek panted. "You know you really know how to be optimistic," y/n said sarcastically. Both y/n and Stiles watched as Derek rummaged through the drawers and cabinets obviously in search of something. “If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time, I have a last resort,” he said. “Which is?” Stiles asked. The pair stared at Derek as he pulled out some sort of electric saw “You’re gonna cut off my arm.” Derek answered. This shocked the room into silence as y/n and Stiles racked their brains for something to say. “Oh my god! What if you bleed to death?” Stiles exclaimed. “It’ll heal if it works,” Derek said through clenched teeth as he tied a band around the bicep of his wounded arm. “I can't do this” y/n muttered as she turned away from Derek gagging. stiles nodded his head “Look, I don’t know if I can do this” Stiles explained, sounding like he was trying his best to hold back a gag.

“Why not?” Derek asked, still tying the band. “Well because of the cutting through the flesh-“ “the sawing of the bone!” “And the blood!” “Especially the blood.” Y/n and Stiles said bouncing off each other’s sentences. “Derek sighed dropping his arm onto the table “You faint at the sight of blood?” Derek asked grunting. “No, but we might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” Stiles said, making y/n nod along. “Yeah no I can't I’m sorry Derek,” Y/n said. “Alright fine. Either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut off your head.” Derek said to Stiles. “Okay, you know what? I'm so not buying your threats-“Stiles was cut off by Derek grabbing his shirt and slamming him to the table “All right, bought, sold, totally, I’ll do it” Stiles rambled.

Y/n groaned “You’re an ass sometimes you know that?” She said to Derek “But I'll pass you this time because you’re dying” Y/n said before Derek leaned over and puked some sort of black substance right at his feet “Holy god, what the hell is that!?” “Jesus, I just might projectile vomit,” y/n said gagging while turning away from Derek for the second time tonight. “It’s my body trying to heal itself,” Derek said “Well it isn’t doing a good job,” Y/n said moving towards Stiles. “Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek said to Stiles. But y/n's ears picked up something unusual. The fast breathing of someone coming closer to the clinic, but how could she hear that? How all of a sudden. She heard something drop and hurried footsteps “Guys I think Scott’s here. Y/n muttered “Stiles? Y/n?”. Y/n's head shot up towards the door, she was right. Scott popped through the doorway seeing Stiles holding the saw to Derek’s arm “What the hell are you doing?” Scott almost yelled. Stiles let out a relieved chuckle “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” Stiles said. “Did you get it?” Derek asked. Scott hurriedly dug the bullet out of his pocket and gave it to Derek. “What are you gonna do with it?” Y/n asked “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” Derek panted before he fell to the ground passed out and dropped the bullet. Scott hurriedly chased after it while Stiles and y/n worked on waking him up.

Y/n tuned out the yelling as she thought, but only one option came to mind. “We have to hit him. Hard” Stiles looked at her as if she was crazy “It's the only way, we don’t have that salt here, we don’t know what to do with the bullet so we can't do it ourselves.” Y/n rushed “We have to hit him”. Stiles looked down at Derek “Please don't kill me for this” he said before he punched Derek square in the face. “Ow, god” Stiles hissed as he shook his hand in pain, Derek had woken up. “Give me,” he said softly as Scott handed them the bullet, and y/n and Stiles helped him up. Derek quickly got to work biting the tip off the bullet and emptying the powder before lighting it on fire, a blue smoke emitted from the substance. He wiped the powder from the table into his hand as he took a breather before pouring it into the bullet wound making him yell out in agony, as he fell to the ground still yelling the trio watched grimacing at his yells of pain, but their wasn’t much they could do. They watched as the wound quickly healed, “that was AWESOME!” Stiles cheered pumping his fist in the air “Are you okay?” Y/n asked. “Aside from the agonizing pain,” Derek remarked. Making y/n roll her eyes “I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health” Stiles said making Derek glare at him. “Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone,” Scott said, y/n groaned and walked away muttering “I’ve had enough testosterone for one day”.

She situated herself in the waiting room of the clinic, now able to fully focus on how her body was changing. Her muscles are more defined, she’s hearing better, and if she were to guess she's stronger too, which means the bite did take effect and she’s turned. But into what? She asked herself before Derek walked passed her and out of the clinic with Scott following. She watched them leave wondering where they were going. Stiles soon walked into the waiting room, joining y/n. “where are they going?” Y/n asked softly. Stiles shrugged “Something about the argents, I don’t know,” he said. Y/n smiled “he really is whipped,” Y/n said looking at Stiles, almost lovingly. Stiles chuckled returning her stare “Yeah, he is” he said, not breaking the stare. The atmosphere began to get tense, both wondering if the other felt the same. Y/n was the first to break the eye contact, chuckling “We should lock up” she said looking anywhere but at Stiles. “Yeah,” he agreed. So they got to work cleaning Derek’s puke first then locking up around the clinic, making sure to leave it as they found it. The pair got in Stiles's jeep and drove home, the atmosphere wasn’t exactly tense but it was too much for y/ns liking. It didn’t take long for her to build up the courage to grab Stiles's hand. Stiles whipped his head towards y/n and stared in shock. Y/n laughed “Eyes on the road you big goof, and close your mouth, you're gonna catch flies,” she said, and Stiles nodded turning back towards the road but squeezing her hand just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming when he felt her squeeze back his heart soared over the moon.

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[zombyjuice]

NOBODY BETTER THAN YOU! - eunseok.🍨🦷🐆🍦 t(>.<t)

In which your boyfriend you recently just got back together with is coming over for the first time since.

bf!eunseok x fem loser!reader

toxic relationship, fluff, angst, smut! suggestions to the reader having depression (NOT ROMANIZING.) suggested cheating. etc..

so many things inspired/helped me make this so I’m just gonna . @melobin and @anquelic on insta and my playlist below took inspo from there too <33 lol!

“Eunseoks here…” one of your roommates sneered from the other side of the door you could almost feel the face they gave eachother. You hop up and rush to open your door with a wide smile on your face “Hey baby” your boyfriend, walking towards you, a hand in one pocket and a bag of Burger King in the other an extremely attractive smile on his face “hii” you practically melted pulling him into your room and hugging him tight.

“Please don’t fuck yet! Give it a week!”

“shut the fuck up!”

He chuckled kissing your forehead and pinching your sides, you loved it when he did that, made you feel so safe you could practically feel your heart melt watching his movements as he placed the bag on your table.

That feeling goes away in an instant as you watch him sigh as he moves some of your clutter to the side. This made your heart flutter with sadness and your brain go a bit fuzzy.

He understands you more than anybody really, he’s patient and he does seem to care for you, he understood all those months before you guys were ever official you’d disappear trying to decide if he’s the one and if you should give him the chance.

He understood the nights where you’d just sit in silence not wanting to be touched or talked to, and he understood the nights you guys would be talking like normal only for you to start crying out of nowhere, or the nights you’d scream and push him losing your temper only to end up in his arms letting him watch you crumble under him. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay I've got you, doing so well for daddy” “‘m not mad at you, okay pretty, it's okay”. He understood the nights when you were finally your silly self after spending a weekend alone.

He understood all your quirks and interests. Once he dragged you to one of his sets because he remembered someone working on it had a dog who understood multiple languages, remembering your rather odd fascination with it how. can they do that? And watching as you said sit to the dog in Spanish, French, and Japanese, complete shock and happiness painted on your face as you laughed and laughed, adoration painted on his.

So how is it that you caught him multiple times all over the girl, the same girl he had a pass with, rumor has it they were “casually” sleeping together before you ever entered the picture you know it was deeper than that. To him “it wasn’t that big of a deal and he was just being nice.” You had to constantly shift your morals just so you could be happy with him, he knew you hated it, he knew the disgust you felt with yourself every time you’d go back with him. But you loved him so it's alright.

You knew the irritation and anger that bubbled up inside of him when you'd ask “Are you unhappy in our relationship?” or “Am I annoying you? I'm sorry” but he loves you so he's got to deal with it, right?

And no matter how many times you believed he cheated he was stable, nothing in your life is stable but him. So maybe that’s why you feel you always go back to him. And only him. Because, to you, there's nobody better than him.

He turned to you already able to read your face “It's alright, today's our lazy Sunday isn't it? We'll clean a bit tomorrow but for now, cmere let's lie down”

The smile that was once on your face came back and you gladly took his hand as he led you to your bed and cozy. Watching some of your favorite horror movies and munching on Burger King you between his legs a hands squishing your thighs and head dropping down to your neck every now and then to suck a hickey at your favorite spots your hands would grab at his knees as you whimper and giggle. “quit it, they’re finally escaping”. He'd quietly pout and slightly rut his hips up against you visibly hard.

{2:49 am}

Your eyes meet your boyfriends and grab at his hand that's hitching up your inner thigh, yours visibly smaller “Should we play some-” he smashed his lips against yours, your first actual kiss of the night “fuck I know we said we wouldn't do anything, but shit you look so good, sound so good, need to fuck my babies in you, make you mine forever” he grabbed at your neck and slid it down to your arm, manhandling you under him.

You could only submit to him, knowing this would have happened by the end of the “night”.

“Can’t believe I spent so many Sundays without you, felt so wrong, I’ve missed you so much” he'd moan against your lips grabbing at your thighs and aggressively pushing them up as he grinds against you, whimpers slipping out of you “missed you so much more” you’d whisper mind going elsewhere remembering exactly why you spent so many night away from each other’s grasp.

“Let me fuck away all that nonsense,only have you think about this cock” as if he could read your mind “please”.

And just like that he’d do exactly what he said.

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[intoanotherworld23]

Private Session

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, this entire one shot is pure sex and smut so you have been warned folks

Summary: Chris Evans has been your therapist for a while now, and todays session is a physical one

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish my work as your own or I will have you reported✨

"God I love your cock." Humming around his lips as he drilled himself deeper inside of you.

"Fuck you look so good right now." His words encouraging to you as his lips started moving down your neck sucking on the flesh. "So fucking good."

It was wrong what the two of you were doing. He was your therapist and he could lose his license if he got caught. You were vulnerable and haven't gotten laid in a long time, and he was a willing participant.

There was something about Chris that had your thighs always clenching together. So many nights you were knuckle deep inside yourself imagining what he was doing to you right now. Never did you think he would make the first move on you. It was almost like you were dreaming.

"Come on sweetheart don't lose focus on me now." A dark voice bringing your back to reality feeling the tip of his cock slowly entering you again. "Gotta fuck that damage out of you."

"Oh god Chris don't stop." Raking your nails down his back as he leaned on his hands on either side of your head. "Shit right there right there."

"God damn you are so fuckin tight." Groaning through clenched teeth as he concentrated on not cumming too early.

Pieces of his long hair falling in front of his face tempting you to reach up and pull on it. His once light eyes now darkened with lust and desire. Whimpers leaving your mouth every time he thrusted into you.

"Nobody fuck this pussy good enough for you sweetheart." To be honest he was completely awed how tight you were, and felt shocked that nobody made you feel good. "If you were mine I'd worship that wet little pussy of yours everyday."

Chris leaned his head down kissing along your collarbone getting to the tops of your breasts a wet tongue brushing your bouncing breasts. Attaching his mouth to your nipple sucking on the nub until you felt a slight sting.

Feeling your back scraping against the leather couch. Sweat dripping down your back making you slide back and forth. Legs wrapping around his waist giving him an all new angle. His eyes moving to your face to watch your reactions.

"Fuck so good taking my cock like you are." Immediately your eyes moving down watching as he disappeared inside of you mouth open in amazement.

"Oh god." Your head falling back as you arched your back feeling him all the way in your stomach.

"This pussy is mine sweetheart." Growling as he leaned forward his mouth right by your ear his possessiveness had you moaning. "All mine to play with to fuck to taste."

"Fuck yes it's all yours Chris." Whining as your hands reached out beside you gripping on the leather your nails digging into the fabric. "Mmm god you fuck me so good."

"Can feel you squeezing my cock so deliciously." Sharply thrusting into you making you deliberately clench around him as your hands gripped his thighs. "God I should have done this sooner."

His eyes moved to your chest watching as your breasts bounced, and a drop of sweat falling down to your chest. The room smelled like sweat and sex and it had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Wanna hear you moan my name while you take my cock baby." His hand grabbed your chin making you look into his eyes. "Watch that pretty mouth say my name."

"Oh god Chris." Crying out his name in the throes of ecstasy making him wear a shit eating grin he was loving the power he had over you. "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh no sweetheart you're not cumming just yet." Hands grabbing your body turning you around on your hands and knees ass up in the air. "Not until I say so."

Hands gripping onto your ass squeezing your cheeks as he thrusted back inside of you. Both of you groaning as he started to move your head tossing back and forth with this new angle.

His pelvis pushing against your ass every time he drilled himself inside you. Your cheeks jiggling his skin smacking on yours the sound making your cheeks heat up. Feeling your arousal slowly sliding down your inner thigh.

"You're a damaged little girl aren't you." He wasn't asking you a question more like making a statement his eyes watching your body writhing under him. "So fucking damaged."

Feeling his hands move up and down your back as you felt your hips bouncing back against him. Licking his lips as he watched you lose complete control, and he was loving it.

Chris felt like he was taking advantage of you, and felt bad but the way you were moaning his name changed his thoughts. There was something about you that he had to have, and he couldn't believe he had you right now.

For months he's listened to you complain and talk about your love life. He was becoming more invested in you the more sessions you had with him. Fantasizing all the things he could do with you if you were him.

Some people would say he’s taking advantage of your vulnerability, but if anything you made the first move. This was something the both of you clearly wanted.

"Chris I'm gonna cum." Crying out as you felt your pussy clenching around him and that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach you knew you weren't going to last long. "Oh god please Chris."

"Cum for me sweetheart." Whispering into your ear as his body leaned forward his chest pressed to your back.

Your orgasm felt like such a sweet release as your hands gripped the arm rest in front of you. Pumping his load inside of you both of you breathing heavily as you tried to get your mind straight. Still in disbelief you just had sex with your therapist.

"That was amazing." You stated out of breath making him chuckle as you turned your body on your back as Chris stood up.

"That's only the beginning sweetheart." He winked at you making you smile as you laid there on the couch still naked.

After a few minutes of silence his phone started going off. Quickly putting on his underwear he grabbed his phone and talked to whoever was on the other line. Awkwardly sitting there now wondering if you should just leave or wait for him.

Standing up you grabbed your clothes and started to put them on. Feeling ashamed that this was probably a one time thing, and things could become uncomfortable now.

"Thanks bye." He said as he hung up the phone and looked to you with a suspicious smirk. "Well looks like my next appointment won't be coming."

"Really?" Squeaking out as he stood in front of you pulling your body into his placing your hands on his chest.

"But I know someone who will be coming." A hand coming down hard on your ass making you squeal.

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[whiskeynwriting]

oh my god that Soap and Ghost thresome….. shocking, it literally changed my life <3 i know is soon but do you have plans of a Part 2? bossy Soap sound amazing ngl!!!!!

Ahhh I did not have plans for a part two but I'm already loving this.

Simon Says - Tell Me

Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” McTavish x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship, polyamory, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, hair pulling, spanking, choking, marking, male masturbation, slapping (very light, only happens once), vaginal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, threesome activities, feelings and fluffies, aftercare mentions. 

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A/N: wow wow wow wow wowwwww I LOVEEEE this. I’m melting. It’s so sexy and pure. I love it I love it I love it. 

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His room is different than Simon’s. While you’ve seen the spaces in passing, you’ve never had the privilege of spending time inside. Although, there are some obvious differences. Soap’s has a window, Ghost’s doesn’t. He claims to like the dark and privacy that comes with a solid block of a room, while Johnny likes the fresh morning air. Johnny also has a few lamps inside to illuminate the space when it gets dark, and Simon only has one. The last difference you’ve been able to note is the rug Soap added as a small statement piece, wanting to give his room a cozy touch. Ghost has nothing like that. 

It’s humorous, your first time in a new place and those are the only details you’re able to note. A window, a few lamps, and a rug. Although, your superior didn’t exactly give you time to adjust, not with the way he’d rushed you in here. 

And now that he’s got you in his room, he can’t keep his hands to himself. While shoving you up against the wall, Johnny’s hands gravitate to your waist, fingers squeezing you firmly. Your own hands are on his cheek and the back of his neck, keeping him close while his chest presses into your own. The both of you are still dirty from training but after the teasing you’d been dishing and receiving all day, you didn’t really care. Soap is still licking your neck like you’re the tastiest thing he’s ever had, giving your salty skin a flurry of open-mouthed kisses. 

For some reason, the three of you couldn’t stop staring at each other today. During breakfast, all throughout training, you couldn't help your wandering eyes, each of your lust-filled orbs glazing over the other’s body. You hadn’t connected in days and maybe that’s why you all felt such a dire need to touch, to touch and grab and just be in each other’s company. And while that sounded sweet and innocent enough, you mostly took the opportunity to act on your naughtier thoughts. Bending over to grab weights you absolutely did not need, pressing yourself against the other while you stretched, taking off your shirts when you weren’t even that sweaty. And in the end, it only served to aggravate you all further, frustrated with having to restrain yourselves and wait, wait until your next opportunity. But while you and Simon know the word ‘opportunity’ to mean the next time you’re all alone, Johnny understands it differently. 

Somehow, some-fucking-how, Soap was able to sneak in a kiss to your neck. How nobody saw is beyond you, but that was the drop of gasoline your fire needed to burn even brighter. And now, he’s mouthing at your neck like he’ll never get the chance to again. 

“Johnny,” You’re panting against him, feeling those strong hands reach for your ass. 

He’s grabbing you, pawing at you like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. And it basically is - this is the first time you and Johnny have shared an intimate moment by yourselves. 

“Goddamn tease…”

“Wha -” Giggling, you hum pleasurably, feeling his teeth nip your skin. “What are you talking about?” 

Moving the hem of your shirt down with his lips, he suctions them to your collarbone, digging his fingers into the softness of your ass. And when his hips push forward, grinding into yours, you finally let out a tiny, airy moan. 

“Baby…”

“Like that,” He grunts out, “Love that.” And you know it’s because nobody else ever calls him that. “Lovely lass,” Johnny’s lips drag along your skin while he mumbles, feeling your fingers comb through his long tuft of hair. “Gorgeous body, hidin’ from me.” 

“Hiding?” You laugh before gasping, his head rising to mouth at your lips. It’s deep and passionate, quieting you on the spot.

“Beneath all these clothes.” Soap breathes out against you, azure eyes meeting your own. “Just takin’ off your shirt, eh? Fooling everyone but me…”

Staring up at him, you smile, unable to help yourself. Soap is just so beautiful, those deep blue eyes a sea you continue to get lost in. And his height only serves to fluster you more, his towering frame making you feel oh so small, so tiny. Both him and Simon continue to use their strength and size against you, turning your toned frame into jelly. 

“You just wanted to tease…” He continues on, that accented voice becoming raspy. “But you shouldn't have let them see.” The longer you’ve been with your boys, the more possessive they’ve become over you. And to say you didn’t favor this would be an ungodly sin. 

During every interaction since your first, you’ve seen Soap in a submissive light. He’s beyond willing to please Simon, and more than eager to pleasure you. But right now, he’s showing a different side of himself. It’s clear he’s been yearning for this, for some alone time with you. And without Simon around… his dominance is shining through. 

But Ghost should be joining the two of you soon; the only reason he hasn’t already is because of his required attendance for Price’s debriefing. Seeing the two of you eye each other throughout the day made him grin, imagining what was sure to happen in the hours to come. But when he couldn’t follow the two of you back after training, it was beyond aggravating to him. Usually, he was attentive during these meetings, but right now, he can’t stop thinking about what the two of you must be doing. 

“You’re my lass?” He asks, his voice speaking so kindly to you. “My sweet bonnie?” For a split second, he removes himself from you, but only to take off his shirt. And you’d stare at his naked torso if his eyes weren’t demanding your gaze. 

“Yes, baby.” Nodding, you stare up into those deep blue orbs, gasping quietly when he shoves a hand into your pants.

He cups and then rubs you, feeling the dampness of your panties before pulling them to the side. And then, he’s running the tip of his index finger along your slippery, delicate lips, his eyes fluttering shut from it. 

Your rotating hips encourage him to move, to continue on with his intentions. And when he finally sinks his digit into your warmth, you sigh, hands clinging desperately to him. Fingertips digging into his bulging forearms, you feel them flex, keeping a stern hold on you. 

“Opening up quite nicely, aren’t ye?” Kissing your cheek, he smiles, already adding a second digit. He’d only pumped the first one into you a handful of times before doubling the width, his knuckles dragging against your sensitive walls. 

“Baby,” Your thighs are already quivering when you cry out quietly, “B-Baby.” Shoving your hand against his bare, firm abdomen. But Johnny sighs, shaking his head.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, no…” Curling the tips of his fingers, he plunges them into your center, covering your mouth with his own to quiet your high moan.

Johnny just adores the way you kiss, the way you use your tongue and lips. He fell in love with it during your first embrace, and has craved it ever since. His ardent moans roll into your open mouth, your tongues sliding against each other’s while his fingers ram up into you.

“Fuck,” Giving his head a quick shake, his eyes open to look directly into your own. With a nod, he commands, “Get on the bed.” 

The order is made with a breathless voice, his chest heaving from the excitement of it all. When he finally lets you move away from the wall, he grins, watching you rid yourself of your shirt and pants. Fumbling onto the bed, you sit, and Johnny immediately kneels before you.

“Let me take care of it.” His voice is low, but sweet, kissing your inner thigh while he finishes pulling your pants down. 

“Johnny…” Gently, you cup his face, watching as he turns quickly to kiss your palm. 

But then he’s standing, shoving his pants and boxers down while you unclip your bra. You want to feel him, every inch of him. And now that you’re able to, you take him in, eyeing the firm skin covering the muscles in his chest and abdomen. Johnny’s naked body was truly made by the gods, just the perfect amount of muscle with all the right proportions. And his hair… a thick blanket covering his pectorals, with a light dusting of the dark curls over his abs as well. And beneath his naval lies that cheeky little trail inching down to his pelvis, surrounded by a sprinkle of shorter curls on either side. And even though his hair is thick and dark, you can still see his muscles so very clearly. The definition in them alone was enough to make you drool. And all at once, you sigh, feeling utterly lovestruck by him.

Quickly, you’re pulled out of your lovey haze, feeling Soap’s body push you back as he climbs onto the bed. Shoving his hands beneath your arms, he manhandles you into the position he wants, placing your head on the pillow while shoving his pelvis between your legs. Diving down, he groans, immediately moving to suck on your breasts.

“Yes, Johnny…” Tugging at his hair again, you moan, sighing airly. Arching your back, you shove yourself up against him, yelping quietly when he nips at your flesh. 

“You know how hot it is to see you like that?” He says to you gruffly, sucking on the tender skin of your side boob. “Your body flexing… all sweaty and breathless. Just how you are when Simon fucks you, yeah?” 

While you’re swooning for Johnny’s more dominant side, those sweet, submissive traits can’t help but still shine through as he’s quickly begging, “Can I see what it’s like, lass? Please? Simon says it’s heaven in there.” 

You didn’t think he’d actually ask and the fact that he’s outright begging for you, not Simon this time but you, is making your heart pound in your chest. 

“Wanna connect with you, babe. Just you and me.” And how could you say no to him? Your sweet Johnny. 

It takes less than two seconds for you to nod your head rapidly, grabbing either side of his face and guiding his lips down to your own. And while leaning into your loving embrace, he shuffles forward, one hand sliding down to grip himself at the base. He’s breathing heavily, ripping his mouth away from you to stare down at where you’re inches away from connecting. 

“You want a condom, babe?” He checks in last second, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable with everything.

“I just want you.” You’re whining, reaching out for him. Just like you do for Simon. 

Lifting his head, he eyes you. “Leannan.” He states, wanting a real answer from you. (Darling)

“Johnny,” Mewling quietly, you nod. “I have an IUD, baby. Remember?”

And then he’s softening. “I do…” Leaning in, his lips connect with yours once again, just as he enters you. 

The stretch of him forces a small cry from your throat, head turning to bury your face into him. And while it’s so much you still reach for him at the same time, grabbing the muscular flesh of his thigh. Pulling him in, he’s compliant, completely sinking into you. 

“Fuck me,” Dropping himself back down, he presses his chest to your own, keeping himself still.

The way you welcome him is better than he’d imagined. You’re warmer, tighter, than anything he’s experienced. And so soft, your insides so velvety and smooth. But then, it’s overwhelming him. You’re already fluttering, squeezing gently around his girth over and over again. Barely giving you time to adjust, he moves; but it’s slow, careful. He still wants to be gentle with you. 

The way your fingers slide over his head and through his hair makes him fall for you all over again. You’re holding him, caressing him gently while your wanton moans float directly into his ears. And with every sensual thrust, he can feel the soft jiggle of your tits, his head tilting down to watch them. Whenever they move, his jaw drops with a moan, his mouth breathing hotly right against your ear. And then he gives you a particularly forceful thrust, just to watch your soft chest bounce a little more. But with that thrusts comes the forceful claw of your nails trailing down his back, a guttural groan vibrating from his chest. 

“You gorgeous goddamn thing.” It’s forced out with a breath, his eyes closing as he grins. “You do that again and they’re all gonna see.”

“Why do you think I’m doing it?” Easily, your lips find his ear, kissing the lobe before sucking on it gently. It’s a weakness of his, but to be fair, your lips have become a general weakness for him. 

Even with your nails digging into his skin, he hasn’t eased his pace. It’s gentle but building gradually, the bulging veins on his shaft repeatedly dragging against your sensitive insides. And the way he feels inside you is so different than Simon. The way he moves is just so… him, the way he moves and speaks and fucking breathes. It’s so beyond satisfying to finally have him this way, to be so intimately close with him after having only dreamt of it. 

“Johnny,” You can barely get the whimper out before you’re leaning in, teeth biting into the column of his neck. 

And that only spurs him on. That, and the feeling of your hand on his ass, urging him forward with ardent impatience. Pulling him in, you’re desperate to feel that hard shove once again, to feel him prod against your most sensitive spot. 

“Spittin’ Jesus,” Johnny moans into your neck, and you giggle briefly from the Scottish phrase. 

Lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts only serves to fluster him further, his dominant hand slithering up behind your head. Gripping your hair, he yanks your head back, hissing directly into your ear, “I’ve needed this.” Quickening his pace, he listens to your airy, girlish sounds, turning to press his forehead to your temple. “I’ve needed it.”

He’s losing himself in you, in the way you’re holding and encouraging him. And to see him so openly wanting and vulnerable only makes your affection grow for him. 

“Johnny, I, I…” You’re trying to breathe, swallowing thickly before finishing your sentence. “Fuck, I fucking adore you, baby.” You want to say it, to whisper it into his ear. But it doesn’t feel right without Simon here. “I’ve always wanted you…”

“That’s it.” Grunting, he hauls himself up, pulling out of you and then reaching for your hips. “We’re done with this.” 

Before you have time to be confused, he’s pulling you up and then shoving you face-first toward the end of his bed. Taking hold of your hips, he drags them into the air, heaving out a hurried breath along with it. And with the pleasure he’s already forced through your body, you move with him easily, almost limply, and with a drunken smile growing lazily on your pretty face. 

Immediately, he’s returning to your warmth, lifting a leg so he can fuck you into the matress. You’re shocked by his force, having expected him to be softer, kinder. It’s honestly harsher than even Simon has yet to treat you, and harder than you can bear. Truthfully though, you don’t really care. It’s a new experience, a new sensation altogether. The way he forces his tip against your most sensitive inner skin, it already has you on the brink of bliss. 

“Jesus, he was right.” Shaking his head, Johnny breathes out, “It’s fucking heaven with you.” 

“Baby, p-please.” Fisting the sheets, your mouth hangs open, feeling the strength of his body and the power behind his thrusts. It’s pathetic, the way drool slips past your lips, the way you go fucking dumb from it. This is everything, everything you’ve wanted with him. 

Leaning down, Johnny wraps an arm around your midsection, bringing you up with him. His chest presses against your back, the muscles tensing beneath his skin. And then he does something incredibly unexpected. As soon as you’re leaning back into him, his other hand rushes up, taking hold of your throat. 

“Please what? Huh?” His lips are murmuring against your ear, your tiny grunts a symphony of everything he’s ever wanted to hear. 

Lifting your own hands to grip his forearm, you sigh, ready to answer him until you hear the doorknob turning. Instantly, both your eyes and his flash to the door, watching the hallway light spill into the room as it’s opened. 

He didn’t knock, why would he? There are no secrets between you three, aside from that of Ghost’s face. But that wasn’t important to you and Johnny. He’d been searching for you both, finally ending up at Soap’s door. And usually, he’d enter freely, but when it comes to seeing you two fucking like bunnies, he stops right in his tracks, and so do the two of you. 

The moment stills, completely freezes in time. That is, until your natural instincts seem to come back into existence. Helplessly, needily, you reach out for him. Gasping, you cry quietly, “Simon.” 

He’d intended to watch for a moment, lean up against the doorframe with his arms crossed while observing the two of you. But he’s grown to call you his little, his little girl, his precious thing, his perfect world. And so, he closes the door, rushing over to you and kneeling slightly. Grabbing your open hand, he places your palm on his covered cheek, keeping your gaze in its entirety. And then he’s shoving the edge of his mask up, reaching out to hold your face before pressing his mouth to your kiss-swollen lips. It’s one kiss, one searing kiss, meant to reassure and calm you.

Johnny’s arms don’t leave you when Simon gets close. If anything, he holds you tighter, happy that your little family is together again. 

Releasing a sigh, Simon then rises to his full height. You’re still reaching for him, your hands settling on his toned yet covered abdomen. And Simon lets you hold him while his gaze settles on Johnny. 

Staring at him, he tilts his head. It’s interesting, seeing his lover be so dominant. 

Reaching forward, Simon pinches Johnny’s chin. “This is new.” 

At this, he whines, swollen cock throbbing inside you. And Simon grins, leaning in to kiss him, too. Johnny accepts this wholeheartedly, of course, moaning against Simon’s gentle mouth. “You enjoying yourself, love?” He whispers against Johnny’s lips, eyes flickering up to his. 

Nodding, Johnny breathes out a slow, “Yes…” 

“Yeah…” Eyes scanning his lover’s features, he nods. “Think I might be enjoyin’ it, too.”

Turning your head, you release a whining grunt, big puppy-eyes staring up at your men. And with his smirk growing, Simon tilts his chin down so he can return his gaze to you. 

“Cute thing.” He tuts, tapping your chin. “Johnny, keep going.” 

Breathing out a disbelieved sigh, he questions quietly, “What?”

But Simon’s already walking away, standing in the center of the room as he faces the two of you. And then those broad hands, those broad, strong and talented hands, lift to his shirt. 

“I said, keep going.” 

Almost instantly, Johnny’s hips are moving, gradually slapping against your ass. Simon’s chest blooms with pride, watching both sets of eyes focus on him. Even though you’re fucking each other, in the middle of the most intimate moment that the two of you have shared, you’re staring at him. 

With nimble fingers, he undoes his quarter zip, unhooking the weapons he still had, as well. And when he’s finally shirtless, your eyes widen, whimpering quietly for him. Him, and Johnny. 

Ghost’s body is so gloriously him - his muscles thick and beefy, not necessarily toned like Johnny’s. And he doesn’t have as much hair, either. In general, Simon’s hair is much lighter than your other lover’s. You have the best of both worlds on either side of you - a deep brunette and a dirty blonde. And in both cases, the carpet matches the drapes. 

Shucking his pants down those muscular legs, he steps out of them and toward the bed. Your insides light up with another surge of excitement as he climbs on, kneeling in front of you. In just his boxers, he sighs, watching your body rock from the force of Johnny’s love. And then his eyes dip down, your bouncing chest making him groan. Licking his lower lip, he reaches out, cupping and fondling you sensually. His fingertips press into your skin, gently squeezing you over and over again. But then, Simon’s left hand finds your face again, bringing you in for another kiss. Only this time, he doesn’t leave after just one connection. When you hurriedly lean into his hold, he sighs into your open mouth, already feeling your tongue. And just as quickly, his own dives in, opening your lips so he can explore your mouth. 

What a perfect way to relax after a long day. 

“How’s he feel, love?” Simon mumbles against your lips, “How’s Johnny feel inside your sweet pussy?” 

The gradual slide of calloused fingers moves across your pelvis, Simon’s hand lowering further and further until it meets your puffy sex. Staring into your eyes, a smirk splays out across those soft lips, his fingers parting easily around your stuffed hole. A mischievous purr rumbles from his throat as he tilts his head, feeling the thickness of Johnny plunging into you over and over again. 

“Feels pretty good to me.” 

Johnny’s still holding your throat, shoving his face into the crook of your next as he moans. You can feel his scratchy stubble, can smell his natural scent. 

“S-So good,” Grunting from his force, you gasp. “So different from you.” 

“What’s that mean? I’m not good?”

“Simon.” With a frustrated whine, your eyes bore into his, offering your prettiest, poutiest look. 

He only chuckles. “I know, princess. I’m only teasing…”

The tips of his digits rise to the peak of your sex, rubbing you carefully. His free hand lowers to your hip, keeping you in place for him, for both of them. 

“Think you’ll want this again?”

“Yes.” 

“Mm…” Leaning in with a groan, he embraces you, lips devouring your own. But then Soap’s thrusting a little harder, forcing himself inside just a little faster, and it’s making you gasp. You almost can’t do anything back, your lips unable to return Simon’s affection adequately. But he doesn’t mind, he just keeps going, licking languidly into your open mouth. 

“What do you want from me, Johnny?” 

It’s adorable, the way his resolve falters whenever Simon speaks in his direction. Breathlessly, he inquires quietly, “What?” 

Soap lifts his head from your neck to look down at his superior, watching his tongue explore your moaning mouth. But he doesn’t return Johnny’s gaze when he responds. “You seem to be in charge here, let’s see where this goes…”

Simon’s never given in like this before, but then again, he hasn’t seen Johnny like this before, either. And he wants to give him this freedom, to see what it’s like on the receiving end. 

“Tell me what you want, love. Tell me.” 

“Simon,” Gasping, he stills, “I need, I miss your mouth…” 

“Uh-uh. You’ve gotta ask a little better’n that.” This time, he does look up, dark eyes meeting those sweet, indigo orbs. “Tell me what to do, love; make us yours tonight.” 

Ghost’s words prompt a sudden surge of passion to rise from within your depths, your chest heaving from it. Reaching around, you grip the hair at the nape of Johnny’s neck, turning your head to kiss him. And the whine it drags out of his throat is adorable, his sigh fanning out over your face when he listens to your soft moan as he pulls out. 

“Suck me off, Simon.” 

Grinning, he nods. “Alright, then.” 

“Johnny,” Comes your small whimper, lashes fanning as you look up to him. “What about me?”

Your quiet and girly voice makes him happy, makes him want to give you everything he can. Splaying a hand across your lower stomach, he brings you in, warm lips pressing to your cheek. 

“Want you to ride me, lass.” 

Fronwing, you look at him, and then down at Ghost. “B-But, I…” Confused, you turn back to the sergeant. 

“Uh-uh,” He grins, and you love seeing Soap so cocky. Lifting a finger, he taps his lower lip. “Up here.” 

This time, you and Ghost wait to move. Watching Johnny shuffle back, he sighs, making himself comfy on the bed. He grunts quietly, shifting his hips up as he settles in. And when he witnesses the two sets of lustful eyes staring right at him, he grins. 

“You lot waiting for somethin’?” 

Spinning around, you hum excitedly, crawling up toward him. And on the opposite end, Simon’s shifting off his boxers and shuffling toward the end of the bed. Beneath the two of you, Johnny waits in anticipation, feeling excited yet unsure. He’s never been in this position before. 

Chuckling, Simon reaches forward to give your ass a playful smack. “Smells like you down here.”

“I believe it.” You remark right back, a smirk on your own lips. “Made myself at home down there.” 

“‘S that right?” Johnny grins, feeling the weight of your body rest above his abdomen. 

“C’mere, doll.” Simon groans, unable to look away from the pretty space between your thighs. “Let me give it a kiss.” And Soap lets him, because he knows he has all night with the two of you. 

Lowering your head to Johnny’s chest, you arch your back, feeling the bed dip as Simon crawls forward on it. Leaning in, he puckers his mouth, giving your exposed lips a sloppy kiss. You can hear the wetness from it, a small hum slipping from your lips when you wiggle your hips back against him. With a loose drag, his tongue slides up your sex, dominant hand lifting to give your backside a harsh smack, much harder than the hit he originally did. 

“Don’t be greedy!” Johnny demands, listening to Simon lick you carelessly. 

With both hands reaching down, Soap fists your asscheeks, hauling you up toward his face. A small squeal spills from your mouth as he moves you, a wide grin growing there, too. 

“Yes, sir.” Simon almost taunts, lowering himself back down. 

Returning to his own task, he settles over Johnny’s crotch, hot breath fanning out over the length of him. With his dominant hand, Simon grips him at the base, watching Johnny’s body jerk from the touch. 

“Hmm… it’s been a while since I did this, yeah?”

“Yeah,” It shivers out of him, like a wanton breath of air. 

Before you even put your slippery lips on Johnny’s mouth, you inhale a shaky breath, lifting your leg and turning your body around. 

“Wha- what’re you -” 

Keeping yourself above his face, you now turn toward Simon. And with a sultry exhale, you reply, “I wanna see this.” And it’s because you’ve never seen this.

Truthfully, Simon can’t remember the last time he went down on Johnny, and that makes him hurt on the inside. He’s failed as a partner, in that way. But it wasn’t necessarily all his fault, Soap just loved being the one on his knees. 

“Christ,” He shivers, eyes fluttering shut as Simon gives his first lick.

“Wow…” Smirking, you eye him, watching Ghost’s tongue run along the underside of Johnny’s shaft. 

It comes out in such a quiet breath that Simon doesn’t even hear it, he’s already too zoned in. As soon as Johnny’s taste is in his mouth, he’s done for. Drool pools in his mouth from not only the taste but the scent, his taste buds dragging along Johnny’s hair at the base before making his way up all over again. And what’s even better than watching Ghost’s tongue move on Johnny’s cock, is the way Johnny’s body is reacting. He’s twitching in Simon’s firm touch, hand still wrapped around his base. The tip of him has been leaking, his shaft glistening with you. And you’re sure Simon can taste you, you’re sure of it, and he likes it.

Flicking the tip of his tongue along Johnny’s frenulum, Simon moans, the air thick against his lover’s skin. And it’s then that you grin, fully sitting back onto him. The sound Johnny makes vibrates through your being, both of his hands immediately lifting and securing to your hips. 

“Oh…” Tipping your head back with a sigh, you lean forward, letting your hands rest on the tops of Johnny’s thighs. 

His lips devour you, hungry from the start. He can taste an unfamiliar tang that he attributes to his own precum as he licks into your fluttering hole, the realization making his lungs shatter in his chest. 

And when your head comes back down, you meet Simon’s gaze, eyes boring directly into his. He has his entire mouth around Johnny now, slowly engulfing his tip. Brows raising slightly, your lips part in silent shock, unable to look away from him. And with a loud pop, he’s releasing Johnny’s tip, and bringing himself up to you.

“C’mere…” That deep voice beckons, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you forward.

Easily, willingly, you meet with him, each of you hovering above Johnny’s body. While you grind back onto his gorgeous mouth, and Simon strokes him with his hand, your lips meet in a heated clash. Simon forces his tongue into your mouth, his hand firm on the back of your neck. 

“I saw that look on your face,” Simon muses, kissing you sloppily. And the thick squelch of his hand on Soap’s cock has grown loud, your face burning brightly from it. “You like seeing me with a cock in my mouth?”

“Simon,” Whining, your eyes pinch shut, feeling Johnny angle your hips upward a bit. He uses this new leverage to reach your clit, sucking it between his lips. “Fuck yes.”

“Yeah,” He returns with a cocky half-grin. “I know you do.” Simon’s voice is heady and thick, his hands unrelenting in their grip on both you and your sergeant. 

Grabbing two fistfuls of your ass, Soap then spanks you, urging you to put more of your weight onto him. Gasping into Simon’s mouth prompts his tongue’s exploration once again, your body rocking with how vehemently Johnny is playing with it. 

“Christ, love seeing you like this, princess.” Breathing in, he shakes his head, looking into your eyes before peering down at your body. “Your pretty face, pretty titties…” And then he’s letting go of Johnny, reaching out to grab your bouncing chest. He squeezes one of your tits in hand before slapping it lightly, growling. 

“I l-love this,” Is all you’re able to manage out before Simon is tugging on you again.

Spitting into his hand, he returns it to Johnny’s shaft while pulling you forward and ducking his head down to your neck. Here, he kisses you, licks and bites and bruises you. With shaky hands, you reach for his shoulders, clinging to the broadness of them. 

“God, I want another taste of you…” He mumbles against your neck, breathing out a heavy breath. “Delicious little cunt.”

“Yeah?” Grinning, you release an airy moan, feeling Johnny’s stubble scratch your inner thighs. “How does Johnny taste, baby?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He then counters, lifting himself to see your pretty face once again. 

With confusion on your features, your brows furrow, your head tilting, too. 

“You know…” Chuckling briefly, Ghost finishes with, “I like seeing you with a cock in your mouth.”

Moving backward, he situates his hand on the back of your neck again, pulling you down. It catches you completely off guard, the force of Simon’s hand as he shoves you down onto Johnny’s pelvis. 

“Oh, fuck.” Also shocked by the sudden motion, Johnny groans, feeling your mouth engulf him.

“All the way down…” Simon grumbles, listening to you gag while pushing your head further onto Johnny’s frame. 

Shuffling your hands palm-down, you gather yourself, taking in a breath through your nose. And as soon as you do, you’re reaching forward, cupping Johnny’s scrotum while swallowing around him. Shivering, he sighs beneath your body, fingers pressing into the plumpness of your backside. 

“Fucking hell,” John groans, his voice growing deep as he leans in, licking a heated stripe through your lips. “Choke on me princess.”  

Surprisingly, you can actually taste Simon down here, the taste of his spit, the slight spearmint from the gum he normally chews. And strangely enough, it provokes a calming sensation within you, being able to experience both of them in this way. But just as you’re beginning to bask in this emotion, you feel the firm brush of something thick and heavy across your face. Eyes opening, you glance up at your much larger lover, immediately met with the sight of him masturbating to you sucking Johnny off. He’s tugging on himself with one hand, his tip occasionally running across your cheek and leaking precum onto it. The rush of adrenaline it sends through your body is ungodly, Johnny no doubt tasting a fresh wave of your arousal on his tongue. 

Curling his fingers into your hair, Simon moves you up and down on Johnny’s cock, listening to your collective moans and the slick squelch of your guided actions. With loving motions, Ghost brushes away the strands of hair that have fallen over your face, holding it back so he can watch you go down on his boyfriend. 

“Fuck,” It’s quiet, breathed out with a single head shake. “My beautiful girl.”

“That’s a good girl…” Johnny chimes in, and Jesus, you’ve never heard such praise from him. It makes your entire body shudder, hips rolling back against him. And he grins from your reaction, he saw how much you liked it with Simon.  

“Jesus, Johnny.” Simon groans, yanking you away from his crotch.

With a wet gasp, you sit up, the motion unintentionally forcing your entire weight back onto Soap’s face. And he moans from it, fingers pulling you in and pressing into your skin.

Heady breaths escape Simon’s chest as he stares down at the wetness covering Johnny’s crotch, groaning as he once again reaches for him. “Wanna drink you down.” 

The rumble of your sergeant’s whine vibrates through your core, which is now shamelessly rutting over the beauty of his face. And Johnny welcomes it, hips jerking from the feeling of Simon’s returning lips. Reaching down, Simon grabs himself in hand, swallowing around the thickness of his lover’s erection. And once again, he’s running a fist down his length, squeezing tightly and imagining it to be the hot velvet between your legs. 

Holding Johnny’s base, Simon moves his mouth along the entirety of it, feeling his tip dive into the depths of his throat, drips of precum leaking from his slit. The taste shivers across his taste buds, drool already pouring past his lips. What spurs him on even further is the cry shaking out of your throat, your fingernails digging into the thick meat of Johnny’s thighs as you cum. You’re shoving yourself back against him, feeling his tongue repeatedly lap at your clit, his lips brushing over your labia again and again. And he tries to work you through it, tries his damndest to, but it’s impossible when the hot squeeze of Simon’s throat is suffocating his dick. Throbbing, he leaks into Ghost’s mouth, spurt after spurt coating his throat in the warm, sticky residue. 

“F-Fuck, baby.” Even though Johnny’s mouth has stopped moving, you definitely haven’t. Rolling your hips, you ride his face, feeling your center quiver and drip onto his mouth. 

Looking further down, you can see the forceful thrust of Simon’s hips, the shove of his cock into his own hand. He’s spilling over his knuckles, the thick substance dripping onto the floor. It’s enthusiastic, the way he’s rutting into his fist while willingly coaxing Johnny’s release down his throat. 

“Simon…”

But your voice is fading, crackling in your throat. And your muscles are giving out, laying down across Johnny’s body. Sweetly, he turns his head, kissing your soft cheek. Rubbing your backside with both hands, he sighs, feeling Simon drag his mouth away from him. 

It almost makes you feel bad, the way Simon immediately gets to work. He doesn’t often rest in the post-orgasmic bliss you and Johnny most often do. While Johnny’s eyes close, you keep your own open, watching Simon move around the room. With a grunt he stands, walking over to Soap’s desk to wipe off his hand with a few pulls of Kleenex. He’s still breathing heavily, still entirely naked, still sweaty from all of it. And even so, he returns, leaning down to open the trunk at the end of Johnny’s bed. He’s retrieving the extra pillows and blankets, tossing them onto the ground for your makeshift bed. Your boys were too big to share a cot, let alone all three of you squeezing onto one.

Smiling, you release a contented breath, watching him work to make the two of you comfortable. He cares so deeply for you, both of you. And he’s always seen it that way. Since you and Johnny came into his life, he’s seen you as his responsibility. His to care for and protect. His to love. 

With a glance upward, he witnesses your watchful eye, smiling. “C’mere, love.”

Reaching out, he gestures for you to join him, and you do. Crawling gently off of Johnny’s body, you make your way onto the floor, now covered in the pillows and blankets Simon set out for all of you. And Johnny decides to just lay there, lids shut as he breathes in peace. 

“Baby,” He coos sweetly, quietly, his hand lifting to cup your cheek.

With gentle motions, he brings you in, kissing you softly. Your own hand rises when he does this, falling on his jawline as you lean into him. 

“Lay down with me.” Nodding, you grin, eyes peering up at him. “There’s some tissues on his desk. I’d clean you up, but I’ve gotta get Johnny.”

“I know, baby.” Kissing the barely exposed bridge of his nose, you feel him release a breath, and not a happy one. He hates when he isn’t able to dote on you. “It’s okay, go get our hubby.” And Simon chuckles at the word, something you’ve only come to use recently, and you only use it to make him laugh.

The way you all settle is natural and routine. Your boys put you in the center, with the two of them situating themselves on either side. Regardless of the circumstance or place, you always sleep between them, they’ve made sure of that. 

“Pretty baby…” Simon hums, kissing your forehead. 

His arm snuggles beneath your head, laid mostly on his back with his body curled slightly in your direction. And you rest on the bulk of his bicep, snuggled right up against his side. And then there’s Johnny, your cuddle bunny. He’s spooning you, holding you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook and your neck. He even intertwines his legs with yours, reaching far enough across to have his foot touching Simon’s calf. It never ceases to make you smile; touch was always so important to Johnny. He often needed it to sleep, yours and Simon’s touch, your weight resting around him. After being with Simon for so long, and now you, he found sleeping alone to be pretty difficult. And if you were still new to this group, you’d assume Simon wouldn’t care about that, assume he’d be able to sleep fine without either of you. But even in his sleep, Simon still reaches for you. And if at any moment he doesn’t find one of you, his eyes open, searching frantically for the two of you. He’ll never say it, but he often has dreams about losing you, both of you. But that doesn’t happen right now, because you’re here. You’re both here. 

With the weight of them on either side of you, it’s easy to fall asleep, but not before that emotional thought is prodding at you. The same thought you had when it was just you and Johnny, the thought you hadn’t wanted to verbalize until Simon came in, too. 

“I love you.” Breathing out the words is easy, your heart tightening with affection. “Both of you.” 

Johnny’s arms tighten, his weight pressing further into you. “We love you, lass.”

And then Simon’s hand, cupping your face and turning your head so he can kiss your forehead again. “We do.”

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beef with wasps

f!singer x andrei svechnikov

warnings: mentions of anaphylactic shock/severe allergic reactions, swearing, light joking of near death (to be clear: nobody dies in this), some fluff

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ynofficial: on behalf of y/n - she is conscious, well and in great hands. she told me to spare the details on what happened, but does want you guys to know that after suffering a wasp sting earlier this afternoon, she was rushed to the ER after going into anaphylactic shock. she gave us all quite a scare and will be in overnight for observations, but doctors are positive she'll make a full recovery

S x

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gracieabrams: thinking of you and wishing you the best recovery! <3

fan1: who tf is s?

fan2: that must have been terrifying, so glad she's ok now

fan3: sending love

reneerapp: ❤️❤️

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ynofficial: they gave me so much fucking adrenalin i have a rocket up my arse rn and he's just gone to the vending machine bc im so hungry so im taking this opportunity to tell you guys that i almost died today but im ok and the reason theres no selfie is bc i look like a pickled dick rn and as charles boyle once said life is a party and im the pinata xxxxx and he did get me flowers without me even asking so im vv in love rn

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fan4: sorry you almost died?????

fan5: babe what did you think anaphylactic shock was

fan6: does the adrenalin also increase the meme usage

fan7: so she almost dies AND reveals she might be in a relationship??? my heart is breaking twice tonight

fan8: ok but the flowers???? she's got a real one there

fan9: i mean i'd like to think if you almost died your partner would get you flowers...

fan10: lmao you'd think so wouldn't you

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ynofficial: back home! i'm now on house arrest because "there aren't any wasps inside" (we have beef with their butts now). needless to say, it was scary for everyone, but as you can see, miley (the cat) is the only one unbothered. i'm currently typing this from under a human giant and i'm loving every second.

i'd also like to take the opportunity to apologise for my loopy instagram posting and let everyone who purchased tickets for the phoenix show know that they will be refunded. again, i'm incredibly sorry for any inconvenience!

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fan11: and you expect me to believe that human giant in the photo is NOT svech???

fan12: he also likes cats

fan13: and in her other post, it was signed off with 's'

fan14: girl don't apologise

fan15: is he ok?

ynofficial: bit teary but we're recovering!

fan16: NO SVECH DON'T CRY EVERYTHING IS OKAY

andrei_svechnikov37: ynofficial you almost died i'm not letting you go that easily

fan17: SVECH HELLO

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andrei_svechnikov37: the family emergency has made a full recovery! (thank fuck) i also wanted to come on here and say that i'm unbelievably proud of this girl, and hilariously in love with her

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fan18: crying happy tears this is adorable

fan19: SVECH STOP RUINING MY STANDARDS

fan20: i love how she's wearing red in the last two pictures

ynofficial: shh he hasn't caught on yet

fan21: i've only had y/n and andrei for a day (officially), but if anything happened to them, i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

fan22: am i the only one who wants to know how long they've been dating?

fan23: no!! i do too

ynofficial: you're making me blush

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fan24: y/n is so precious and idk who andrei is but i love him just for this caption

fan25: svech is definitely a cuddler

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ynofficial: i can't find the right words to express how happy and grateful i am to have you in my life, so i'm just going to settle with i love you so fucking much that sometimes i can't breathe because of it, okay?

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fan26: is andrei the inspiration behind out of my misery?

ynofficial: yes

fan27: you guys make me sick in a good way

fan28: wow you've got taste y/n

andrei_svechnikov37: saying you can't breathe is a bit too soon

ynofficial: LMAO I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE

andrei_svechnikov37: i love the love though

fan29: y/n i can't-

fan30: how long have you guys been together?

ynofficial: one and a half years!

fan31: y/n not being overly mushy on instagram and casually announcing she's dating an nhl player is my favourite part of this year so far

#andrei svechnikov x reader #nhl social media au #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[sammysmaddy]

Confessions (Dean x Reader)

Summary: When Y/N starts having some odd feelings, she turns to her religion to find the answers.

Pairing(s): Priest!Dean x Reader

Warning(s): dubcon, dark!dean, coercion, innocent!reader, religious/Christian themes, masturbation, manipulation, thoughts of p in v + creampie

W/C: 3.3k+

A/N: Short (for me) and sweet. 

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Dean had a love-hate relationship when confessions rolled around. He loved it because it was interesting to him quite frankly. He hated it because he enjoyed it for all the wrong reasons. 

Dean enjoyed listening to people's problems, especially church members whom he rarely had the chance to converse personally with. He liked knowing what plagued their minds, and how they thought about the issues that they ran into. It brought Dean comfort to be reminded that he was not the only person who was a little messed up.

Dean himself confessed often too. Every week he would confess that he enjoyed listening to other people's confessions, and it soon turned into an endless cycle. He always confessed his sins, committed them afterward, and then confessed again.

It wasn't very often that Dean spent less than an hour in that tiny box, but today was different. Nobody showed up. Not his regulars who came in every single week- not even his regulars who asked to confess multiple times a day. 

After thirty minutes or so, Dean decided that it was appropriate to lock the shop up. He stood up,  straightened the creases in his pants, and went to open the door. 

Dean was surprised to see Y/N sitting on the bench just in front of the confession box. When their eyes met, it was clear to Dean that Y/N was just as surprised- only in a much different way.

"I'm so sorry, Father Dean," Y/N looked up at Dean with wide eyes, very similar to that of a deer in front of headlights. 

"Sorry for what, Y/N?" Dean could tell she was scared, so he did his best to ask her softly. He wanted her to feel that she could come to him for any reason. 

"I've just been sitting here," Y/N raked her fingernails up and down her arm, looking down as she answered.

"And what's so wrong with sitting here? Not comfortable enough?" Dean chuckled as he stepped a bit closer to the young girl. 

"Because I haven't confessed yet. I can't bring myself to do it." Y/N sighed, looking at Dean as he decided to take a seat next to her. 

"Are you scared?" Dean asked though it wasn't necessary, and she nodded her head. "When I was your age, I had a hard time going to confessions too."

"Really?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed. 

"Of course," Dean replied, finding a small amount of humor in her shocked expression. "I haven't met a single person who hasn't been nervous at least once before confessions."

Y/N nodded her head slowly as Dean clasped his hands in his lap. He watched her face as it calculated his words, and wondered to himself what was going on through her brain. 

Quiet was the only word that came to mind when Dean thought about Y/N. He knew her father and though Dean considered him a decent man, Dean knew how hard he was on her. It was something that her father always mentioned in confessions because he felt guilty for being so strict. 

Y/N was very clearly affected by this. Even though she was an adult, she always listened to her parents, she got good grades at her community college, and she always attended church and all of its events. When she went to confession, she very rarely had anything to say. The worst Dean had heard from her was that she stayed out five minutes later than her father's predetermined curfew.

With that in mind, Dean was dying to know what she was planning to confess to him today. 

"Do you want to talk about it, Y/N?" Dean asked and watched as she contemplated his offer. "If it makes you feel better, I can go back into the box and you can join me."

Nodding her head at the proposal, Dean stood up. Y/N followed suit as Dean got into the box, closing the door behind him whilst he waited for her to get settled on the other side. 

"Whenever you're ready, Y/N. There's no need to rush." Dean did his best to comfort her, empathizing with the fact that sometimes big confessions weren't so easy.

"Thank you, Father," Y/N hummed quietly. After a few seconds, she spoke up again, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been one week since my last confession."

"Would you like to start with a prayer?" Dean asked and once she answered, they preyed together for a few minutes before beginning. 

"I don't know how to say this," Y/N admitted once she began. 

"Well, luckily for you, that's pretty normal," Dean comforted her. "Oftentimes our thoughts are hard to put into words, but I'm here to guide you. What's on your mind?"

"I've been feeling... weird. I don't even know how to explain it." Y/N went quiet again. It was as if she were too afraid to say the wrong thing. 

"Would you mind describing the feeling to me?" 

"It's been happening for a while now. At first, it only happened at night when I tried to fall asleep, but now it's happening throughout the day." Y/N explained and Dean nodded to himself. 

"How long would you say you've had this feeling?"

"A few months probably,"

"And when you get this feeling, does it make you feel bad?" Dean questioned. He combed through his thoughts, not even close to sure what she could possibly be talking about. 

"Sort of," Y/N answered before taking a few seconds to think. "I think it feels good, but I feel guilty because it feels like sinning."

"What are you thinking of when you get these feelings?" Arching his brow as he pondered, Dean seemed to be at a complete loss. At first, his mind went to dark places, but then he remembered who he was talking to. 

"Everything, really. Mostly classmates but sometimes also church members. It depends on the day." 

"So, when you think of these people, what do you think?"

"I think about..." Y/N paused, seemingly too afraid to admit her thoughts. "I think about being with them."

"Oh," Dean answered softly. "Well, that's okay, Y/N. It's not uncommon for people your age to begin wondering who they will marry eventually."

"I don't think about marrying them, Father," Y/N sounded down as she spoke. 

"What do you think about then?" Dean blindly asked.

"I think about them touching me," Y/N hesitated, sighing uncomfortably through her admission. 

"Touching you how?" Dean's eyes went wide as his expression remained soft. Never in a million years did Dean think Y/N could ever be capable of thoughts like that. 

"Just... touching me. I don't know how to explain it." Y/N reiterated. 

Dean didn't know why his body reacted the way it did, but he could almost instantly feel his cock stir to life. He cursed at himself under his breath, knowing how inappropriate the timing was. 

It wasn't that Dean didn't find her attractive, because she was quite frankly one of the most objectively beautiful people that Dean had ever seen. It was that Dean had never seen her in that way. In his mind, she was like a family member to him, so it was confusing to feel what he was feeling at that moment. 

"Have I done something wrong, Father?" Y/N asked after a few moments of silence. 

"No, no, of course not," Dean cleared his throat as he straightened up in his seat. "I just needed a few moments to process."

"Oh, okay," Y/N sounded discouraged as Dean tried his best to think of what to say. 

"So, when you think of others touching you, how do you imagine they touch you?" Dean asked for clarity, again cursing himself at the reaction it caused in his boxers. 

"Like, just rubbing my arm or maybe running their fingers through my hair. I know how weird it sounds."

"It's not weird at all, Y/N." Dean sighed in relief, grateful that he wouldn't be having the uncomfortable conversation he originally thought would unfold. "What is the feeling that you have?"

"I feel butterflies in my stomach," Y/N answered. "I never thought it was a real thing, I thought it was just something that happened in the movies."

"Is it only certain people who give you these butterflies?" Dean inquired.

"Yes. It happens a lot when I think about Tommy. And when I think about Mike. And John. And sometimes even you." Y/N took a brief pause as Dean's eyes nearly fell out of his head. "I don't know why it feels so bad to enjoy these thoughts. It feels like I'm doing something wrong."

"I don't think it's a bad thing to feel, and maybe you're mistaking those butterflies for comfort," Dean explained, thinking of an example to give her. "It brings me comfort to think of embracing my loved ones."

"I don't think it's comfort, Father. It feels uncomfortable when it happens."

"But you enjoy the feeling?" Dean probed, realizing that maybe he didn't understand. Y/N hummed her agreeance. "What part of it makes you feel uncomfortable?"

"Because it's not only in my stomach," She answered.

Dean's face scrunched in confusion before his mouth dropped, finally registering her words. Feeling a pulse, his body reacted more and more to her words. He used his palm to press down on his steadily growing erection, hoping to suppress the untimely pleasure that he was experiencing.

"Father Dean?" Y/N questioned and Dean realized that he, once again, forgot to reply. 

"Sorry, Y/N," Dean cleared his throat again. 

Sighing as he softly placed his head back against the thin wall, Dean realized that the palm pressed against his crotch was doing the exact opposite of what it was meant to. He couldn't believe how good it felt to touch himself, regardless of whether or not that was what he intended to do. 

"Where else is this feeling?" Dean felt half guilty for asking but soon justified that it was only part of his job to ask. 

"It's lower... I don't want to say where." Y/N was clearly too embarrassed to clarify.

"This feeling is actually quite normal, Y/N," Dean reassured the young girl, shutting his eyes tight as his erection only grew. "It happens to almost every single one of us. In fact, it usually happens to others a lot younger than it happened to you."

"Really?" Y/N chuckled softly in relief. "I thought I was the only one."

"Definitely not," Dean nodded his head.

Dean removed his hand that was pressed against his aching member, deciding it was best to leave it alone. But after a few moments of no pressure, it was almost too painful to leave alone. Dean hadn't felt this way in a very long time. He felt like an unfortunately horny teenage boy about to give a presentation to his class. 

"How do I fix it?" Y/N asked as Dean dealt with his own demons. "I've tried to stop thinking about it, but I just can't. I don't know what to do."

"Have you tried focusing on something else?" Dean asked as he decided that it was too overbearing to leave himself untouched. He reasoned that he was only touching himself so that he could continue to do his job properly and that he wasn't going to get off with Y/N next door. 

"Yes, Father. But now I think about it all of the time. It's like a sickness that I just can't shake off." 

Dean could obviously relate to her, especially when he considered that this was the first time she was experiencing being horny. 

"And when it makes you uncomfortable, how do you help yourself?" Dean was in uncharted waters. 

He had never had this conversation with a woman during confession and wasn't entirely sure what to say. Usually, he'd tell the young men going through puberty to sort themselves out and they'd understand, but he knew that it could sometimes be more complicated for women. 

"I sometimes try to touch myself but I feel... gross," Y/N hesitated, sounding disappointed in herself. 

"How do you feel gross?" Dean asked, his cock now screaming to be taken out of his boxers. 

"I just feel dirty, Father. Like I am evil for enjoying it." She admitted.

Dean realized that he was unconsciously rubbing his palm over his cock and that he was only making it worse. 

"Have you ever... gotten off?" Dean wasn't sure why he asked. 

It was like all of his impulsive thoughts had taken over his mind and body. As Dean mindlessly did his best to unbutton his pants, he went back and forth between feeling guilty and reasoning with his actions. 

"I don't know how," Y/N answered after a few seconds, causing Dean's entire body to shiver. 

Dean's body confused him as he impulsively thought of Y/N touching herself. He had never once imagined her in this situation, much less even thought of her in a sexual manner, so he wasn't quite sure why she was eliciting this reaction from him. 

"Have you ever actually tried before?" Dean was no longer justifying himself in his mind. 

His hand had a mind of its own and all feelings of guilt were pushed aside as he reached into his boxers, fully prepared to ask Y/N whatever he needed to in order to get off. 

"I always start and then I stop. It feels like God is watching me." Dean could practically feel her regret as he slowly stroked his cock. 

"What do you do when you touch yourself?" Dean continued to stroke his throbbing member as slowly as he could so that she wouldn't be able to hear him. 

"I usually start by feeling myself through my clothes," Y/N admitted with little resistance. "And I've tried touching down there but... I can't do it."

"What's stopping you? Because it makes you feel gross?" Dean probed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked down at his rock-solid member. Y/N hummed in agreeance. 

Dean knew that he should have ended the session as soon as he got a hard-on. He knew that it wasn't too late to end it even now but for whatever twisted reason, he didn't want to. Plus, again, to justify his actions, Y/N clearly needed help. 

"Well," Dean hesitated, knowing how incredibly immoral his next sentence was going to be. "Why don't you try it with somebody you trust?"

"Like you, Father?" Y/N inquired and Dean felt his heart race.

"I can try to make you feel more comfortable experiencing those thoughts. Then you can go home and try to finish the job." Dean stroked his cock a bit faster, still trying his best to be as quiet as possible. 

"Right now?" Y/N questioned again and Dean did his best to fight back a groan at the sound of her voice. 

"If you want," Dean placed the ball in her court, hoping that she would agree. He figured she had no idea how screwed up his request was. 

"Oh- okay," Y/N hesitated before answering. 

"Are you ready?" Dean asked, going slower with his hand. Y/N purred a positive reply as Dean heard her shift around. "I want you to close your eyes and think about somebody touching you."

"Mhm," Y/N answered, before continuing on. "Can I... can I imagine you?"

It took Dean by surprise and further instilled his belief that she had no idea how wrong this was. Dean figured that her father must have never taught her about sex. The idea of Y/N going home to touch herself at the thought of Dean made him nearly burst. 

"Of course," Dean threw his head back, biting his lip as he choked on a moan. "Now, where am I touching you?" Dean asked, feeling as his proximity to finishing got closer. 

"All over, Father Dean," Y/N answered in a hushed voice. 

"More specific, Y/N," Dean directed her on.

"You're touching my breasts," Y/N replied and Dean's cock throbbed in his hand in return. 

"And how does that make you feel?" 

"It makes me feel really good," She hummed. 

Dean could sense that she was getting more comfortable as they continued talking, and Dean wasn't about to stop now anyway. 

"And if I were to start touching you lower, how would that make you feel?" Dean stroked his cock faster, not sure how much longer he could take without climaxing. 

"I think it would feel good," Y/N answered.

Y/N obviously wasn't very experienced and the somewhat naive state that she was in seemed to turn Dean on even more. He wanted to be the first to show her the ropes, but he didn't want to scare her away or reveal their secrets to the church. 

As much as Dean wanted to take her right then and there, he knew he had to be smart about it. Dean knew he would have to take his time with Y/N because not only did she deserve that, he also couldn't afford to lose his job. 

"Why don't you go home with that, and come see me again in my office soon? We will work through this and I will help you through every single step of the way." Dean wanted to sound reassuring to ensure that Y/N would go and find him later. 

"Yes, of course, Father Dean," Y/N complied. "Thank you so much." 

As far as Dean could tell, she sounded excited or perhaps more hopeful than she was when the session started. However, Dean was fully aware that it could be the product of his horny mind distorting her tone into a more positive one. 

Dean sat still for a second, waiting to hear her leave the confession box. Once he heard the door open and close, he began to pump himself in his hand again.

Dean had never given the time of day to think about Y/N in this manner. Now that he was, the thought of touching her all over made him feel incredibly horny. 

He imagined grabbing Y/N's breasts as she described, then dipping his fingers into her panties only to find a warm, wet cunt. Dean imagined the sounds she would make- how it would take all of his efforts not to cum just by the sound of her whines.

Dean could practically feel how tight she would be and could even hear the noises that he imagined she would make once he finally buried himself inside of her. He wrapped his hand even tighter around his cock, trying to replicate the feeling of her slick walls around him. 

He then imagined what she would sound like when she called his name and wondered if she would be loud or quiet when he began to slam himself inside of her. Dean thought that she'd try to be quiet at first, as she was often a very reserved woman, but he figured that he would have her screaming after only a few seconds. 

Imagining watching himself slide into her over and over again, Dean then pictured himself using his free thumb to rub soft circles over her clit. He then began to feel the way that Y/N's body reacted to his touch, clenching around him as she got closer to her own climax. 

As Dean continued to iron out the details with his eyes closed, he replayed the scene of Y/N cumming all over his cock over and over again, wanting to cum in sync with her. 

When Dean finally figured out exactly how he wanted Y/N to sound and imagined her wrapping her legs around his body, pulling him even deeper, he felt the band inside of him finally snap. 

Dean swallowed his moans, tensing his entire body as he continued to pump himself feverishly. As he rode out his climax, he imagined slowly pumping into her as they both came, kissing one another passionately in his mind as they began to feel a euphoria wash over them. 

Whilst Dean recuperated from the most intense orgasm he'd experienced in a while, he laid his head against the wall. All he could think about was how excited he was to begin his newfound journey with Y/N.

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[cosmolog]

Miguel's Secret (P.2)

Part One. Part Three

[Two Years Ago]

"Okay, Y/n, can you hand me a screwdriver? There's one over there" Miguel waved his hand to the table at the end of the room, not taking his eyes off the suit he was creating.

I quickly walked over to the table and grabbed the screwdriver, then rushed back and gave him the tool. The next sound he made was a low chuckle.

"Take your time, I'm in no rush." He said, sending me a grin over his shoulder before using the screwdriver on the suit.

"Oh, okay. Sorry." I chuckled, feeling warm in the face. "Um, would you like some tea or something-"

"No, no, I'm good for now." Miguel sighed as he finished screwing the new gadget on. He stood up straight. "I don't have much for you to do today, if I'm being honest."

I smiled and stepped forward to admire the suit, which was nearly finished. "Muy chido" ('Very cool') I smiled.

Miguel smiled. "Gracias, N/n." ('Thanks, Nickname') He threw his arm around my shoulders and side-hugged me. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off?" He said.

I scoffed a laugh. "Robots don't need rest, Miggy." I reminded him.

"I know but...just ease my conscience for me. I don't like anyone working over-time for me." He reasoned as he started tidying up his workshop.

I stood there watching him for a moment. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Google it." Miguel joked, laughing at his own joke. "You can go for a stroll or visit the aquarium. I know you loved that place when we went last month. Why don't you go see if they have anything new in." The thought did sound tempting. I loved the various fish and aquatic creatures that the cities largest aquarium held. So many colours, shapes, patterns. But, no...Not without...

"Without you?" I was puzzled. Miguel was always with me whenever we went anywhere outside the Spider Society, so this request was quite unusual.

"Yeah, why not?" Miguel replied.

"But...I...I could be robbed." I excused. "Or kidnapped, or-"

"Y/n, don't worry. That won't happen. You have multiple tasers built into your hands, all you gotta do if point your finger." He smiled as he stopped what he was doing and approached me, placing his hands on my shoulders feeling how tense they had gotten. His tone grew soft and warm as he reassured me "I wouldn't let you go out on your own if I didn't give you something to protect yourself with. Now,¡vamos! Go on!" (Let's go) He said as he practically pushed me out the door.

[Present Day]

"I'm only going to take a peek-" I said as I tried to get past the two teenagers, who were blocking the way out of the storage room.

"No, you can't. If Miguel sees you, I don't know what he's gonna do!" Gwen said, hurriedly as she stood in front of me.

"Why are you saying that like it's a bad thing? What the hell would he do?" Miles asked.

"I-I don't know! We don't know their history, we don't know if Miguel is mad at her for falling in love with him or what-"

"I am not in love with him!" I protested.

"Yes, you are!" Gwen and Miles said in sync.

My eyebrows raised in shock at them as I looked between the two. I didn't speak as the two teens spoke to each other quietly. Gwen pulled Miles away from me so I wouldn't hear their conversation.

Now was my chance. My eyes locked on the door to the storage room. By the time Gwen and Miles turned to check on me, they were sent into a panic upon seeing nobody around.

I laughed as I ran, feeling joy flow through me. I wanted to run faster and faster. But as I turned the tenth corner, I slowly halted my rush now met with a dead end. Well, not really, there was a door with a key pad. I didn't know if the passwords in the Society had changed or not since I was last online but I could give it a go.

Enter Password;__________

Here goes nothing...

Enter Password; G-A-B-R-I-E-L-L-A

PASSWORD CORRECT

I sighed in relief before pushing the door open.

My eyes fell on a large aquarium in a wide open room filled with so many fish. I remember seeing them in the aquarium when I went with Miguel the one day that we did go. I remember pointing out the colourful ones, the ones that stood out to me. I remember taking a picture of Miguel as he imitated one of the fish that had a permanent frown. I chuckled at the memory.

Holograms of whales floated around the room, as if swimming in an invisible ocean. A smile broke out on my face as the humpback past over-head, followed closely by her calf.

The reflections of the water were all over my body, as if I was the water too. I walked closer to the aquarium. Placing my hand on the glass, I leant as close as I could get.

Though the room was dark, the aquarium lights created an amazing and magical glow on the fish. So immersed in the enchanting sight, I hadn't noticed that someone had entered the room until..

"I shouldn't have let you go..." A gravelly voice suddenly spoke.

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[fiction-is-life]

Crimson Tide

Summary: You desperately want to have hot tub sex with Rafe, but there are some complications. 18+ Only.

Author's Note: I was so excited to see all of the interest for this fic! I hope it lives up to your expectations and was worth the wait!! Love you all!!!

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, anal play, thigh riding, fingering, hot tub sex, descriptions of blood, periods/tampons, mention of drowning (nobody does), language, nipple play, mention of oral (m to f), implied blood kink and period kink

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My lips slid over Rafe’s slowly, savoring his taste, the cherry chapstick I had forced him to start using.  His hands squeezed my thighs as I straddled him on the leather couch.  I moaned, my fingers flexing around his hair.  The most minute of his touches had me keening today.

Rafe pressed his lips hard against mine, but then he suddenly pulled away.  My kiss-swollen lips fell into a pout, but I could see the cogs turning in Rafe’s head.

He smirked.  "Baby…" he murmured with that delightful gravel in his voice.  I hummed in response, my eyes following the path of my hands as they came down to cup his stubbly cheeks.  "We have the house to ourselves this weekend.  I thought we could go in the hot tub," he continued but tilted his head to nibble my earlobe.  

"Naked," he finished.  His words sent a shiver down my spine.

"Yes, please," I breathed immediately.  He chuckled at my eagerness but stood up with me still in his arms.  I slid down slightly as he stood, and I could feel his arousal pressing insistently against his shorts.  I was always amazed at how big he was.

He carried us out to the back patio where the enormous hot tub sat.  Rafe put me down just long enough for him to strip me of my clothes.  Before I had a chance to grow chilled, his strong arms encircled me once more to gently place me in the tub where I sank down into the soothing water.

Rafe took longer to remove his own clothes.  He knew how turned on I became watching him strip.  I bit my lip as his tanned and toned abs came into view, and I couldn't help but start to play with my breasts as he turned to throw the shirt onto a pool chair, allowing me to admire the impressive play of muscles on his back.

By the time he had slipped his shorts over his ass and onto the ground, I was a mess. Already close to my climax and he hadn't even turned around, let alone touched me yet.  So when he did step into the hot tub, it was no surprise to either of us that I pounced on him.  I needed to feel his skin against mine.

"Someone is needy today," Rafe teased in between kisses.  I growled playfully in response which turned into a throaty moan when Rafe pushed my ass down onto his thigh, his muscles catching on my clit immediately.

I ground against his thigh faster and faster as I felt the tension inside my belly grow.  Rafe’s jaw hung slack as he witnessed how I voraciously took my pleasure.  He let me use him how I wanted, immediately complying when I grabbed his hand and put it on my breast, silently asking him to touch me.

The cord inside me snapped when Rafe tipped my entire upper body out of the water and latched his teeth onto my left nipple as his fingers rolled the other one.  I gasped as the pleasure overtook me.  Then I screamed as my entire body shook with the force of my orgasm.

I fell onto Rafe - who was still in shock at how fast I had cum.  He caressed my bare back as my breathing evened out.

"Damn, baby, I bet you are so wet right now," he murmured in my ear.  He shifted, and I could feel his cock searching for my pussy with a growing amount of need.  

I pulled away when Rafe’s hand disappeared under the water to test his theory of how wet I was for him.  His face flashed with hurt as I pushed to the other side of the hot tub.  

"Rafe, I can't today. I'm sorry," I spoke without looking him in the eye. 

His nose scrunched up in confusion.  "Why not?  It's not like you are - OH."  His face dawned with understanding, and he pushed over to my side of the tub.  He rubbed my arms in soothing circles.  "Sweetheart, you know a little blood never stopped me.  I'd eat you out on your period if you would let me."

I blushed, thinking back to just last month when I had almost let him do that very thing.  "But I can't take out my tampon in the hot tub, it would make a mess.  How would we explain that to your parents?" I reasoned.

Rafe shrugged.  "I'll just tell them I saw a frog jump in it, so I drained it.  Rose hates frogs.  She might just buy a new hot tub, to be honest," Rafe chipped away at all my doubts.

It didn’t help that I was also coming down from my previous high, and that droplet of water running down his neck made me just want to lick it away.  Preferably while he was inside me.

I took a deep breath.  "Alright, just let me take out my tampon in the bathroom real qui-"

"Allow me, baby," he interrupted smoothly.  Rafe’s sure hands crept down to where I needed him most.  He chuckled when I jumped as his thumb and his forefinger detoured to tweak my already sensitive clit.

I sat in breathless anticipation as his fingers found the little string hanging between my legs.  He gave it a small, experimental tug.  He chuckled darkly when I moaned and clawed at his shoulders.  

"Mm, I think you just gave me an idea for another time, princess," he said, his voice pitched low.  He whispered close to my ear, "How would you like to have something,” he pressed a finger to the ring of muscle surrounding my virgin hole, "here?"

I pitched forward on a high pitched whimper.  "A lot," I cried.  

His index finger pressed higher, slipping into the first knuckle.  "What was that, sweetheart?  I didn't catch your answer," he mocked.

"I would like it a lot, Rafey," I panted.  "But right now -"

"I know, baby.  I know," he hushed me. "Spread those legs for me, pretty girl." 

I did as instructed, bracing my legs on a lower ledge of the tub.  Rafe slowly pulled on the string, and I felt every ridge and valley slide through my entrance.  He watched every millimeter expose itself with rapt attention just as he did when it was his cock thrusting in and out of me.  

After what felt like an eternity, the tampon came out with a 'pop'.  Rafe groaned and licked his lips at the site of the bloodied product, but he reigned in his basest urges and placed the tampon on the ledge of the tub.  

His fingers quickly took their rightful place in my pussy, finding me soaking and ready.  "I don't think I can take much more of this, so tell me now if you’re having second thoughts, (Y/N)."  His words came out clipped and his breath hitched on my name.  I knew he liked when I was on my period, but I didn't know he would be this affected by me.  It made me feel powerful.

"Not a chance, Rafe.  I need you so much right now," I growled.  I ground myself harder onto his fingers.  In response he curled them just right to hit that spot deep inside that made me keen with need.  

“How do you want it, princess?  Slow and sensual or hard and fast?” Rafe asked, already knowing the answer.  He just wanted to torture me.

“Hard and fast,” I answered immediately.

“Good,” was all the warning I got before he was plowing into me.  He was so thick he took my breath away for a moment, but I found my voice as he began to thrust in and out.  I screamed his name as his cock slammed against my g-spot.  I was so overly sensitive already, I wasn’t sure if I could take another orgasm, but my body craved it like its next breath.  I was a babbling mess within minutes.  I was addicted to him and the only way I was satisfied was if he was wrapped in my pussy.

Rafe’s eyes flickered between my face and where his body was pummeling my own.  The lewd symphony of my cries combined with the sloshing of water and skin slapping together was bringing him to his brink faster than he cared to admit.

“Look down, baby,” he huffed, and it took me a minute to do as he said, so lost in the pleasure of the moment.  “We’re turning the water pink,” he smirked.

I groaned in embarrassment, but it quickly turned into a moan as Rafe redoubled his efforts on both my pussy and my breasts, twisting my nipples harshly just how I liked.  My fingernails marked their territory on his shoulders and back.  A trickle of his blood raced down to join mine swirling around us.  

“I’m so close, Rafe,” I cried.  “Please cum with me.  Please!”

“Right behind you, baby girl.  Let go for daddy.”

My mouth opened to scream yet nothing came out.  My body tightened uncontrollably, and I couldn’t feel anything.  

Then I felt everything.

The shaking of my legs.  The pulsations of my pussy.  The hot spurts of cum painting my walls white.  Everything.

Rafe held me tight as we both came down from our highs.  I think I probably would have drowned if he didn’t because I had absolutely no strength left in me.  He left an open-mouthed kiss where his lips rested on my collarbone.  

“We are doing that every month from now on,” he exclaimed.  His hands swept over my thighs and ass in a caress then cupped them possessively.  

“And I am determined to eat this pussy out tonight,” he added, and I just smirked.

~

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[hellish-hyperfixation]

valentines day kisses | bang chan x male reader

You and Chan had been dating for quite some time now, and you felt it was the right moment to reveal your relationship to the public.

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word count: 700

reblogs and comments are always appreciated^^

a/n: it's pretty short.. and only for Chan, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless:)

Once in a blue moon, Chan would bring you along to his lives, as a treat to both himself and his viewers. As far as they knew, you were a friend from outside of the K-pop industry, and that was beyond exciting for them. Of course, he knew better. To him, you were his wonderful boyfriend, and bringing you along was simply one of the best ways of spending time with you while working.

This particular live was on Valentine’s day, and you had prepared a little surprise for him. Since your three year anniversary being together, Chan had brought up the idea of going public with your relationship a couple times. Over the course of a few months, with much discussion and deliberation with all the other Stray Kids members and the company (he still had duties to fulfill as a leader as much as he did as your boyfriend, after all), he decided that he was ready to come clean to the public whenever you were.

With this in mind, you decided that Valentine's day was the best time to make it happen. You watched as Chan read through comments and responded to few, warming people up for the stream. He sat at the edge of his bed (the bed the both of you were asleep on less than an hour ago), gesturing and chattering animatedly. You sat on a chair at his desk behind the camera, waiting for—

“—and today, I’ve brought along a special guest!”

Your cue. 

“Hello, everyone! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You gave your typical greeting as you popped your head into the vicinity of the camera. You sat on the bed next to Chan as he scooted over to make you more space, purposefully sitting close enough to leave little to no room between your bodies. To add to the close proximity, you threw your arm around his shoulder and placed your chin on his shoulder to look at the small screen of his phone together. If Chan went quieter than usual, nobody seemed to notice as the chat filled with greetings for you, which you returned. 

The livestream went on as usual, Chan recommending songs, then you, then taking some requests from Stay, with banter and chatting in between. Only was it about halfway through that the tone shifted. 

“That was ‘Nothing’ by Bruno Major! Definitely a go-to for Valentine’s day. I think it’s your turn to choose a song now, no?” Chan glanced over to you, pink dusting his cheeks at how close your faces had gotten. Your lips curled up to form a cheshire grin. 

“How about ‘Kiss Me’ by Ed Sheeran?” 

“I’m not sure if I’ve heard of that one before… Let’s hear it!” He didn’t seem to suspect anything as he searched for the song, and you took the opportunity of him looking down at his phone to wink at the camera. 

Settle down with me

Cover me upCuddle with me

Lie down with me, yeah

“Oh, it’s this song!” His eyes lit up with recognition as he began to sing along. 

“And your heart's against my chest, Your lips pressed to my neck”

“I'm falling for your eyes, But they don't know me yet”

And your plan was unraveling perfectly.

“And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now”

“Kiss me like you wanna be loved”

Before he could even begin to sing the next line, you leaned in and planted the lightest peck on his cheek — hardly more than a brush of your lips against skin — and pulled back just as quickly. Chan whipped his head around to look at you, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. You merely grinned in response to the shock and leaned in to kiss him once more — only this time on the lips. When you tried to pull away, Chan’s lips chased after yours.

When he finally pulled away, he was flushed and smiling wide. 

“That’s why you were being so suspicious!” He exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands. The red on the tips of his ears was still visible. Adorable. 

It was safe to say, after the stream ended, more kisses were shared. 

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[yelenasdiary]

I'm in the need of some ceo! Yelena x fem! Reader fluff or something and your writing is just so gooood. So if you're up to this, it would be great:)

No, We Did It!

Pairing: CEO! Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: Since Yelena started her own business, she’s been busy. Putting a lot of her focus on making sure things are running smoothly and you’re there to make sure she’s not overworking herself. 

Tiny Angst? Like really small? You might miss it if you blink? | Fluff | No Warnings | 1K | 

Translation: малыш (baby), милый (darling),

AC: I am always up for Yelena content or any kind! I miss her so much; I hope you enjoy this!! xx

You knew when your girlfriend decided to start her own business that it was going to take up a lot of her time, she's stepped back from doing missions and put more of her focus on making her business. Yelena had this idea to make things that anybody could use to protect themselves, from clothing to different gadgets, she was proud of what she'd made of her business, and you were beyond proud of her. 

Of course, it wasn't always easy, there were many nights where you missed her, late a night when it was cold, and you wished she was beside you to cuddle up against. Not saying Fanny did a horrible job at keeping you warm but it was safe to say you both missed her, even more than when she used to go on missions. 

Today was a big day for Yelena and her business, she was hoping to strike a deal, an international deal to begin selling her products worldwide. All her time was spent at the office and every day you popped into the office with lunch for her and to give her a little extra hand before you'd go home and cook something for her for dinner. 

You were in the process of making Yelena's favorite, mac n cheese. A win, win kind of meal. If she didn't get the contract, she'd have her comfort food to help but is she did get the contract, she could celebrate with her favorite meal. Fanny laid by your feet while you stood by the stove, stirring the pasta before adding the extra ingredients. Things were almost ready when your phone buzzed. 

"малыш, can you come to the office? Really need you here" 

Yelena's text worried you, you looked down at Fanny and sighed "Looks like Ma didn't get the contract" you spoke before packing the mac n cheese in a container. The drive to her office you couldn't stop thinking how hurt Yelena must be, she's worked so hard for this and of course there will always be other contracts, but she was really counting on this one. 

You arrived at the office, nobody insight but the light from Yelena's office. No signs of a celebration taking place only made your suspicion grow. Gently you knocked on Yelena's door and opened it slowly. 

"Honey?" you questioned while you opened the door. A gasp soon left your lips at the sight before you. A candle lit dinner waited your arrival, Yelena looked up from her desk, a bouquet of light pink roses sat in front of her. "There you are" she smiled softly as she stood from her desk, grabbing the roses before walking over to you. "Lena" you gasp once more in shock. 

"What's all this?" you asked as she handed you the roses, taking a sniff of them with your eyes closed. "A little thank you for everything you've done over the past year and a bit, especially over the past few months with everything going on. I didn't ask you to do anything but you did it anyway and I never want you feel like I don't see that, or you" Yelena spoke, one of her hands cupping your face, "we got the contract, милый" she smiled softly.

"You did?! Baby, I'm so proud of you!!" 

"No, we did it!" she reminded you before kissing you softly, "I've missed you and Fanny, mostly Fanny, I won't lie" she added jokingly before leading you to the table in the middle of her office and pulling out a seat for you. Kindly she took the container of mac n cheese from your hand along with the roses, placing them on her desk. "I didn't cook but I did order your favourite take out" she placed the hot take out in the middle of the table as you chuckled at her comment. 

"I was thinking" Yelena added while she began to dish up both plates, "how about we take a vacation? Just the three of us, or two, whatever you want" 

"I don't care what we do or where we go, as long as I get you all to myself, I'm happy" you smiled. 

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After dinner, Yelena followed you home where she wasted no time running a bath for you both before getting comfortable on the sofa with you in her arms, watching one of Netflix's new movies. Her fingers twirled with your hair on one hand while the over was intertwined with yours. 

"Thank you for everything baby" Yelena whispered before placing a kiss on the top of your head, you smiled instantly before looking up at her. 

"You know I'd do anything for you"

"How do you feel about travelling the world with me? I know you have your job here so it's okay if you can't. Once all the paperwork is finalised and things get moving, I want to be there for the store openings around the world, I'd love for you to be there as well" 

You sat up and looked at her, a smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, "you don't even have to ask me twice" you replied before kissing her deeply. "I'm just so beyond proud of you my love, you've worked so hard on all of this, of course I want to be there for you any way I can" you added as you pulled away. 

Yelena smiled back, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, and even with all her success lately, you couldn't help but feel something else was playing on her mind. "What is it darling?" you asked, catching her eyes connect with yours. 

"It's nothing, I promise" she brushed it off, "I was just taking a moment to take all of this in, and how there is nobody I would rather be with, not a single soul, not even for a second" she added. "Everything I do is for us and I know I did this business for me but without you, there's no way I would've went through with it" 

"Lena, you have to thank yourself as well, you put and continue to put in the hours, the meetings, the paperwork, all of it. I'm just your little cheerleader cheering you on. You made this happen baby, take a moment to be proud of yourself" you reminded her, knowing that giving herself any form of credit. 

"What would I do without you huh?" she couldn't help my smirk softly. Playfully you shrugged, "who knows" you replied.

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[oh-saints]

sunshine becomes you (pt. 2)

Despite his young age, Martin's the captain for the Arsenal for a reason. He's calm and collected most of the time and opponents rarely could ever entice any provoking display of emotion from him. But there's one person in London Colney that rubs him in all the wrong way... yet he wants to help her?

Grumpy!Martin Ødegaard x Sunshine!OC

Word count: 3.5k

Note: turns out i can't put the words into 2-part stories so here we go, it's turning into a mini series! (is this a good news for you, odegirlies?) but it won't be longer than 5-part, though, as i'm working on the ending as we speak. oh and beware of the dialogues that's spiking in number than in pt. 1. but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so this is ofc not proof-read. feedbacks are also always welcome! hope you like them as much as i like writing them!

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“Eve,”

The owner of the name jumped in her seat. “Martin.”

You must’ve thought Martin officially helping Eve would melt the ice as big as the Antarctica between them? No, not a chance.

No matter how many times Martin had graced the front desk with his presence—of which the the amount had increased significantly by a grand total of two times since their first ever conversation a while ago—Eve couldn’t shake off the feeling of being surprised.

Probably because she was, considering Martin always dropped by in times she least expected him to. And considering the fact they didn’t share any other interaction during the same length of time between their monumental event—as she liked to call the first time Martin had spoken to her—and present.

Yes, unfortunately Martin had resorted back to his old habit of shrugging off her morning greetings, and she didn’t know what and how else to engage him without revealing their secret plan.

Maybe she’d hoped for the stars. But in all honesty, she didn’t expect Martin to go full on bright replying her like Bukayo always did—a small smile would be more than enough, considering where and how far Martin and Eve had come from.

Maybe he was sticking true to his part of this plan of theirs. They did agree that their first—and last—appearance at the Christmas party would be a surprise nobody could’ve seen coming. If he did concede to Eve’s signature good morning in front of Louisa, the building would’ve sniffed the bloody smell in less than 15 minutes.

“I’ve got another package.”

“Ah, yeah, just in time,” At this point, Eve was already a master in hiding her disappointed expression that Martin still considered her as nothing more than mailbox. “Another one for Martin Odellson. Quite a creative name, by the way.”

“Glad you think my way of evading stalker’s creative,” Martin didn’t smile much, especially around her, but maybe it was for the best. The small tug on the corner of his lips became so much valuable than it was. “Where’s Louisa?”

“She’s off early today, sick and all,” Eve handed him the form to sign and his package beside them. “Why’d you ask?”

No, nope. She swore to God she’d asked purely out of curiosity, not because she’d wondered what she hadn’t done that earned Louisa of Martin’s acknowledgement before Eve ever did, despite being half a year being Louisa’s senior.

“Good riddance, then,” Eve couldn’t believe her ears of Martin’s words. That’d got to be the vilest sentence that came out from the good captain’s mouth, bar the things he spitted to express his exasperation on the pitch. “How’s the dress I sent you? It fits you fine, I take it?”

Right, the evening gown that shocks me to the very last of particles. “Yeah, about that…”

Martin hummed, encouraging her to continue, as his hands moved to curve his signature on the form.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you that.”

The Norwegian finished off the last cursive as he pointed her another blank look. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I don’t know how to get a hold of you without being suspected by everyone in this building and their mothers?” Oh, it felt so good to throw back Martin’s Mr-Know-It-All look for once. “Have you ever thought of it that way?”

But Martin didn’t slip on his feet. The captain threw the same amount of isn’t-obvious look to her. “You have my phone number.”

“Wait, I can text you?”

Eve was meaning to throw him some sarcastic reply but Martin genuinely didn’t think much of it. “Why do you think you can’t?”

“You don’t exactly give off the vibe that I can,” How dare he rolls his eyes at me now?! “About the gown, though. I’m afraid I’ll have to return them to you.”

“Why, it doesn’t fit you or something?” He shifted his weight away from his left leg, his head leaning to the same direction in confusion. “Do I get your size wrong?”

Eve really couldn’t fathom that look, that very look of pure confusion plastered all over his face. As if she was acting strange, as if it didn’t concern him for once that he’d get hold of her size without asking Eve herself.

The last one, though—she promised herself to ask him next time. “No, but it’s Oscar de La Renta.”

“And?”

“And? And?” Martin had to steer his head away five inches back, due to the outburst. “That gown costs my entire arm!”

“But I’m sure you look beautiful in it.”

No will look, no going to. As if it was the present, the long withstanding fact.

Eve had to give it to Martin if this was the game he always plays with whomever he’s romantically involved in. He played his cards with the minds of Mikel Arteta and the face of a poker player. “Well, that’s—”

“You don’t deny it so I must be right,” Eve could sigh in resignation. She didn’t know Martin could be stone-headed, but then her knowledge of him was rather limited. “I don’t see the reason to return them to me, then.”

“But it makes me feel cheap, okay?” Eve let out another deep breath because while the sentence carried out a heavy weight, somehow talking to Martin—as much as she hated spelling it out for his clueless self—made it better. “Like you pay me for acting well.”

Martin let out a breath that was borderline scoffing, and Eve decided she didn’t like it one bit. “You know that is never my intention, Eve. Never, you hear me? You think of it too much,”

And before the gaping mouth of hers could produce another sound, Martin shut her down. “You feel like that because you let yourself think that way. Me, on the other hand, is helping you gather whatever’s dignity stolen from you because I want to,”

Eve had to hold back an audible gasp when Martin’s eyes zeroed back at her, and she—for a stupid, split moment—thought how his opponents didn’t cower under his stare. It felt so intense, so… intimate, too, in their case. As if one word from her would shatter the thin bubble they were in.

“If it’s any help, no one deserves to be treated the way Bob did to you. I can’t stand that, regardless who they are,” But the smile etched in his face didn’t fade at all, resembling him to the Joker on a mission. “You just happen to be someone I’m well-acquainted of.”

And there it was.

Well-acquainted of.

As if he didn’t just make her feel beautiful before the word came crashing down on her.

“If it makes you feel better about it, you can always pay it back.”

Martin really didn’t get the memo to leave her alone for a minute, did he?

“It’d take me a thousand years to pay you back,” Eve couldn’t help but to roll her eyes this time around. “Not everyone earns a hundred thousand pounds a week, Martin.”

“Then do me a favour, since I’ve done one,” The eagerness in his eyes didn’t dim for a second, hands now placed on the desk between them. The determination Eve could notice as he leaned in was actually a sight to be held—if he grazed the grass a bit here—and she could understand why the rest of the team was willing to fight alongside him and Mikel. “Let someone take care of you for a night,”

Eve didn’t bother to let the gasp escape her lips.

“Let me do that for you, at least, as my parting gift.”

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Eve so officially hated Martin Ødegaard.

Martin had texted her a couple of hours just before he was supposed to pick her up, that he couldn’t do the first part of the charade a.k.a the red carpet, because he had to do all the media duties for Christmas week and pre-party stuffs. Eve knew it was his obligation as a well-loved player but good God, they were supposed to come to the party together, not just being seen together. Why didn’t he finish those things before tonight, anyway?

Well, the good old Norsk insisted it was going to look better on her because they would swoop everyone more speechless than they intended before hanging up on her.

How was she supposed to tell him that a big part of her confidence, especially when wearing this overpriced peace of clothing, came from having him near her?

Everyone had been complimenting how good she looked with the gown or how fantastic the colour complimented her complexion, but Eve couldn’t help but still feel like a fraud. She might be thanking them in honesty but when Martin joined her later, nothing that came out of her mouth would be genuine, nothing more than a set of practiced lies she and Martin had planned beforehand. She wasn’t good at lying at the first place, adding the reason why she so badly needed her partner-in-crime to be here with her.

Relax, Eve. No one knows you’re here with Martin yet, which means you’re still not lying to anyone yet, she said to herself. She sounded more like she hypnotised herself at this point but she didn’t care anymore. She wanted to take a revenge on her heartbreak without feeling too much guilt eating her from inside out.

“I don’t recall you being invited here,” Oh, speaking of the devil, complete in flesh and blood. “Who’s your link?”

“I don’t recall they can let in a piece of jerk inside,” Don’t look at him, Eve. You’re much stronger than that. “Who’s your link?”

“You don’t answer my question.”

She still didn’t spare him a look, no matter how much her eyes caught on his movements. “It’s a question that doesn’t deserve an answer.”

Bob scoffed, the very one that he gave when he felt oh so superior. Eve realised now that he used to give her the same kind so much when they were dating. “You know we’ll find out soon enough, don’t you?”

“Certainly not from me,” Eve was so ready to puke at the sight of him, she’d never hated Martin more than now for not blocking her direct view of this scumbag. “You know how much I hate giving attention to any attention seeker.”

Before Bob could retaliate Eve’s attack, a familiar warmth stepped in beside her. “I’m sorry I’m late, Angel.”

On any other circumstances, Martin’s hand slithering its way on Eve’s back and his lips touching the side of her head would definitely give her a stroke. This time, knowing she’d have him on her side for the rest of the night, was turning to warm all over her body with a familiar sense of security. Probably an abundance of comfort, too—not that she’d tell him that now.

But at least, she let him know how relieved she was that he was now here with her as they shared looks when he continued, “Media duties, you know?”

Martin welcomed the underlying gratefulness from Eve and smiled at the tiniest form of communication only two of them understood. Oh, so much had changed the past weeks between them—she took a mental note to treat him something of his liking with her severance pay for understanding her without words.

Eve shot him back a smile, this time her eyes followed by a teasing glint and he somehow knew she was in to kill the man bothering her. “Oh, how would I know, really? I mean, this is my first rodeo having a footballer boyfriend.”

Martin’s smile widened at her unprecedented choice of words to jab the frozen ex-boyfriend they both unanimously and silently decided to ignore. “Then I shall show you what you’ve been missing on, baby.”

“Fancy seeing you here, Martin.”

If it wasn’t because of the music, her ex-boyfriend would certainly not miss the deep growl Martin unconsciously let out overlaying the deep sigh.

“Ah, yes, Bob. I see you haven’t lost your inner arsehole,” Martin smiling when he didn’t mean it was the scariest kind of Martin, Eve had come to realise. “Was he bothering you at all, Angel?”

Eve knew they were only spitting their rehearsed line but she could see Martin’s eyes were blazing with real fire burning, even though he didn’t spare her a glance—heck, he was busy sizzling Bob down. She could only hope she wouldn’t be at the other end of that stare, ever.

“Angel?”

Martin didn’t need to look back at Eve to know the answer to that; her head shaking lightly against his suit was enough of an answer. Which relieved him because he hated going to the media duties, knowing he’d leave her exposed for anyone to see at the party.

“Good,” As a result of his dangerous thought, he pulled Eve closer by the waist, hating more at the possible number of men trying to talk her out of here before he came. “I’d hate to break some legs on this beautiful night.”

“I didn’t know you’re together.”

“I don’t see the reason to tell the whole world I’m dating someone else,” Eve had been waiting all week for Martin to throw any punchline—he’d spoilt her with his discreet desire to verbally punch him since physical brawl isn’t allowed—at Bob for bringing his mistress to the physio internal party. “You see, that’s the difference between being truly famous and trying to be popular with the crowd. We’d like to keep most of our matters private.”

Sweet mama. Eve was starting to not regret having Martin as her date. No one else delivered those lines with such precision without having to literally look Bob from head to toe in disgust—his own fame and achievement had already done it for him.

“But I thought you—”

“Why are you surprised anyway? Are you starting to regret dumping her now she’s with me?”

Their script didn’t go as far as this phase, should they encounter Bob confronting Eve. But damn, Eve couldn’t stop marvelling how Martin sounded protective of her. Like they were real.

Which was a very dangerous thought, she had to add in bold.

“Don’t you ought to say thank you to me for dumping her?”

Martin might not show it in his face but he was seething with anger at merely the sight of this guy. Now he had the nerve to say that? If it wasn’t because of Eve’s hand traveling on his back, bringing him down to Earth where Eve was there with him and the last thing he’d like to do was to embarrass her, he would’ve definitely started a brawl. Consequences be damned. “You should be the one thanking me for not pursuing her from the very first day I came to the club. Now, will you excuse us because I’d like my girlfriend to meet people I care about.”

Eve’s heart took another deep plunge to the trench for reasons she was confused herself. Was it because how proud she was of Martin showing who was the boss or for was it because how natural the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled out of his tongue?

Eve took another mental note to tell Martin slow down with the whole couple thing or she might fall into the same deception everyone else received from their acts tonight.

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The outcome of the altercation between Martin and Eve’s ex-boyfriend, despite the captain trying to handle it low and classy, was that the entire room was reduced to silence.

Some were astounded at how Martin could lose control over his temper outside the pitch. Some others were more astonished at the sight of Martin coming to Eve’s aid—with a side kiss, mind you!—when the entire Emirates Stadium at this point that Martin had never brushed shoulder with the woman during his stint in Arsenal’s shirt so far.

Eve could feel herself slowly shrinking under everyone’s prying eyes because it was totally overwhelming for someone who had always been a fan of Arsenal, not the other way around. Unlike Martin, whom everyone and their mothers idolised.

“Breathe, Angel,” Eve even jumped at Martin’s whisper, as he led her towards their table with a gentle nudge feathering across her open back, because none of this was what she signed up for. She only agreed to steal the thunder from Bob and the wench, not to direct the spotlight to her. “You’re doing great.”

She hissed under her breath, “How on Earth could you play in a full-packed stadium?!”

“Let them be,” Martin maneuverer her from his left to his right, hands still placed firmly on her hips, bar the subtle movement of back and forth towards her belly to slightly ease her nerves. “I have the prettiest gem of all, after all.”

Martin must be talking about someone else.

“Don’t blame me if I puke on your expensive shoes.”

The free, unfiltered laughter from Martin left Eve in a further bewildered state it left her breathless. For his entire facial features lit up in the way the lighting above was only able to pronounce them more beautifully than usual. “Then talk to me, what are you thinking now?”

“Angel?” Now that they were seated for the formal charity gala that was about to start, along with the rest of the leadership team, Eve could finally confront the one thing that had been bothering her so far into the night. “Really, Martin?”

Martin slid his arm behind her, perching comfortably on top of the chair, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. Like everything in this setting was his habitat, and Eve tried to tone down the shudder than ran on her back at the thought Martin was cunning as the con-artist Eve had expected to save her arse the first time he’d offered his help.

But at that precise point, Eve could care less about the remaining of their table. She couldn’t look away at the crease he made due to his movement of leaning in too close to her, the shirt hugging his body deliciously perfectly. The music in the background could swallow their conversation anyway.

“Your name’s Evangeline, no?”

Martin’s tone wasn’t challenging but the glint on his eyes teasingly said the otherwise. I’d like to see you try, those Nordic Ocean blue eyes said, and she had no other choice but to fall deep down the abyss. “It is—”

 “Then why fight me?”

“Because nobody calls me like that.”

“Exactly why I’m calling you that,” Martin loved getting a reaction out of a flustered Eve, so he did just that. He leaned in, so much closer to her she could sniff his perfume, and my God was it more intoxicating than the expensive champagne rolled in every minute. “What kind of boyfriend am I to call you like everyone else? Where’s the speciality card for the boyfriend?”

Eve stiffened at his charge; her mind went white all of the sudden. “How do you know my full name, by the way?”

Martin couldn’t help but smirk at her futile attempt to hide her nervousness. “I know a lot more about you than you think I do.”

There went Eve’s existence, dissolved into the air at Martin’s words. She should really gather herself before she went down the drain that Martin had—rather on false pretense, on top of that—been leading her. Think, Eve! Think of something! You cannot succumb to the pressure! “Ugh, how can beat that nickname? It can’t get more original than yours.”

Martin actually laughed from her futile attempt to hide her flustered self. “I’d like to see you try, solskinn.”

*solskinn means “sunshine” in norwegian. but cmiiw.

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