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had probably the best steak of my life tonight. and served blue just perfectly. obsessed
#żmija gada#I will think about that steak for at least a couple of days...#that's also the benefit of having steak (or even beef) fairly rarely throughout the year. you can cherish it and think about it a lot
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how taeyong would be as a boyfriend
minors do not interact
-my sweet lil cancer baby 🫶🏾🤲🏾
-y’all know that episode of spongebob where mr. krabs falls in love with mrs. puff and he goes overboard with spoiling her
-that’s exactly how he would be 😭
-be prepared to be doted on and pampered
-worships the ground you walk on
-taeyong is such a giving person
-if you’re with him, you’ll never have to worry about money or anything
-seeing you happy makes him happy
-you’d go on tons of shopping sprees together and he’d encourage you to ball out
-“just get all of the colors babe it’s no big deal!” “that’s all you wanted!? grab a couple more things” “try this on, you NEED it”
-meanwhile you’re trying to tell him that you don’t need all this stuff 😭 he still buys them for you anyway
-you end up meeting his family early on in the relationship
-encourages you to be comfortable around his family and even plans little outings for all of you
-it means the world to him to see you enjoying yourself
-he would go all out for birthdays and holidays
-introduces you to new thangs (i had to) and experiences
-he would love to go on group dates with your other couple friends
-arcade dates, amusement park dates, you name it!
-he’s also another one that would memorize all of your fast food and coffee orders
-brings you food without you having to ask
-loves to take you to the best restaurants in town
-but i think he would really love to be a homebody with you
-he doesn’t always want to share you with the world
-he just wants to be boo’d up with you in the house
-he wants you all to himself and will be right up under you 😌
-oh and you definitely won’t have to worry about cleaning and cooking
-he’s got that covered too
-loves to have cozy nights in at home where he cooks you guys a delicious steak and you share a few glasses of wine
-he literally cuts up your food for you so that you don’t have to
-shoot, he’d chew your food for you too if he could!
-you shouldn’t have to lift a finger when he’s around
-he’s extremely sentimental and caring too
-isn’t afraid to put his emotions out in the open
-his main love languages would be words of affirmation, gifts and quality time 🥹
-tells you he loves you at least 10 times a day
-extremely nurturing and empathetic
-i mean the man performed surgery on his fish and dedicated a song to his puppy 🥺
-you would get that treatment x100
-would let you cry on his shoulder for 4 hours straight
-needs to hear reassuring words too
-he’s just a big softie at heart
-he likes to just sit in comfortable silence with you
-sometimes he puts on a soothing playlist and just lays his head on your lap while you’re chilling on the couch
-or he’ll offer you a nice massage
-and usually the massages come with pure intentions
-but once you start making little noises of relaxation and pleasure
-those intentions aren’t so pure anymore 😈….
#nct 127 hard hours#nct taeyong#taeyong hard hours#taeyong x you#taeyong#taeyong x y/n#taeyong x reader#taeyong smut#taeyong suggestive#lee taeyong#nct scenarios#imagine nct#imagine taeyong#taeyong imagines#nct fanfic#nct smut#nct 127 smut
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mr. iceman, sir
icemav (wc: 1.5k)
summary: they called him Iceman for a couple of reasons. Jake is sweating under his stare. a snippet of Jake asking Ice to marry Bradley
warnings: none, mostly just fluff
author’s note: based off of the song ‘Sir’ by Cooper Alan. the first time i heard this song, all i could think of was Jake asking Ice to marry Bradley. thus this was born.
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They called him Iceman for a couple of reasons.
Ice cold.
A lot of it had to do with his eyes. Thomas Kazansky had a stare that could freeze hell over. They were pale blue—unnervingly so—and bone chilling. It was as if their chill could seep right into you, get under your skin, turn your blood cold and make you a bit sick to your stomach before you even knew what was wrong with you. One glance was enough to bring a grown man to his knees.
No mistakes.
He had nerves of steel. Nothing surprised him and not much got past him. He was cool and careful and calculated in all scenarios. He'd come face to face with a MiG and not break a sweat. Swing and he wouldn't flinch. He didn't take risks because he didn't need to. He just knew.
Even as a near retired admiral and many years past the days of when he was a young pilot in his prime, Tom liked to think that he still lived up to the name. Even if that meant making Jake Seresin squirm in his seat a little bit.
The blonde aviator is looking a bit green around the gills if Ice must say so, nervously tugging at the too tight collar of his white polo shirt and glancing over at any and all possible exits of the restaurant when their conversation temporarily dulls down.
If his husband were here, he would have probably placed a gentle hand on Ice's knee and told him to go easy on the kid. But Maverick is not here. It had been Ice that Jake had nervously approached and shakily asked out to dinner, his voice so tight Ice thought it was going to crack. At first Ice had been unsure of why Jake had chosen him over Maverick. Maverick was obviously the easier choice. It wouldn't have taken much to win him over, maybe a case of beer and a bit of groveling, but certainly not a high-end steak house. But the more Ice thought about it, the more he appreciated the effort. Maybe the kid was smarter than Ice gave him credit for.
Now they're sitting across from each other at the restaurant, Ice picking at small pieces of his steak and pretending not to notice the young lieutenant's discomfort. Jake had picked out the place himself, a five star wine and steak house that neither of them had ever been to. Even Ice, who had a penchant for treating his husband to lavish dinners simply because he could, had to admit the place was a bit over the top.
Ice had shot an inquisitive, almost accusatory glance over at Jake when the server offered him an Old Fashioned without any prompting. Playing innocent, the twenty-six year old had simply conjured up a look of pure surprise, as if he hadn't been aware that it was the admiral's drink of choice, and then ordered one himself.
Ice is on to him, but he can't honestly say he's mad about it.
Jake: I Ice: 0
Because he doesn't like being played, Ice orders one of the pricier steaks on the menu. Jake winces a little at the price. Much to Ice's amusement, Jake swallows back a bit of dismay and follows suit, asking for brussel sprouts as side instead of green beans. Jake has never touched a brussel sprout in his life.
Jake: I Ice: I
They make small talk about work, Ice doing more of the talking than Jake. He doesn't mind, more than used to making the best of work meetings that he doesn't want to be apart of. Jake keeps most of their conversation centered around Ice, asking about his job, which Ice is more than happy to talk about. With retirement closing in, he's gotten more questions about buying a vacation home than anything Navy related.
Jake pushes around the brussel sprouts on his plate, at least making an effort to make it seem as though he's eaten anything in the twenty minutes since they've gotten their food.
Finally, Ice watches as Jake seemingly builds up some courage, swallows back what's left of the whiskey cocktail in his glass, and then sets it back down on the table.
"Sir, I'm sure you know why I asked you here."
If Jake was hoping that he would get off easy by vaguely hinting at where he was heading with all of this, Ice would give up the oblivious act that he'd been putting on all evening, he's sorely mistaken. Ice stares at him cooly, raising an unimpressed brow.
If Jake could disintegrate into his seat, he would, but somehow he finds the courage to continue.
"I know that Bradley and I have had our moments. We've fought with each other a hell of a lot, but we've also fought to be together, and I think that says more about how much we love each other than anything," Jake says, sounding determined. Ice doesn't stop him so he continues.
"That year we spent apart after we broke up, that was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life," he admits. "I didn't think I was going to survive it, being apart from him."
Ice knows. He knows because he orchestrated it. The truth is, after the Uranium mission, Bradley screwed up. Ice still isn't quite sure of the details. He doesn't know what or when or who or how or why, but Bradley screwed up and broke things off with Jake a few weeks after the mission. After that, the worst thing for everyone would have been for them to stay stationed in the same place. So Ice sent them both halfway across the country. It killed him to send Bradley away, especially after he and Maverick had only just gotten him back, but it would have looked bad had only Jake been sent away.
"And so I've never been more sure of anything in my life when I say I want to marry him." Jake swallows. "That is, if you'll let me, sir."
Silently, Ice waits a heartbeat. Then another. He stares at Jake, his fixed expression neither surprised nor relieved. He thumbs fondly at the gold ring on his own finger under the table, the one Maverick put there nearly twenty years ago. With his other hand, he supports his chin, index finger tapping periodically against his temple.
"You know," Ice finally begins, removing his hand and sitting up straighter. "That no matter how many laws they repeal, what the government say is legal and what's not, it's still going to be hard. In this line of work, people are going to look at you different. They're going to talk to you and talk about you different. This kind of thing, it could very well change the entire trajectory of your career."
For just a second, Jake's green eyes dart away, suddenly interested in a spot on the wall. Ice watches as his throat works and his jaw clenches, but eventually Jake nods, his green eyes coming back to meet Ice's. "I understand that, sir. I think he's worth it."
"I'm not trying to discourage you son. But I've been in this business along time. So has Captain Mitchell. It's no secret that my husband gave up a lot of things when we went public with our relationship. Of course we were later on in our lives than you are, and so I had the time to establish who I was before we got married. Meanwhile, Maverick was doing god knows what," he adds, trying and failing not to picture the many many reports that came across his desk of all of Maverick's escapades during that time.
That's besides the point at the moment. What he's trying to say is that he wouldn't blame Jake for being a little selfish. Ice knows Bradley. As great of a pilot as he is, that's all he's ever going to be, because he's okay with just being great. He's a lot like Maverick in that way. He'll stop applying for promotions in a few years, spend less and less time in they sky and more with his feet on the ground. He wants to settle down in San Diego sooner than later, raise a family close by to Maverick and Ice.
Ice also knows Jake. Jake, he's a lot like Ice. What's good is not great and great isn't good enough. Jake is ravenous. Ice sees it in the way he flies, the way he acts, the way he talks. If given the choice, he'd never settle. The kid would soar through the ranks if given the opportunity. But also like Ice, he'd give up just about anything for the person that he loves.
Jake has gone quiet from across the table, having gotten the sense of where Ice was heading with this.
Ice clears his throat. "But I'm not going to tell you no, Seresin. Such a thing would be hypocritical of me being that I am a happily married man. That and my husband and I are quite fond of you. We'd be happy to have you in the family."
Even though Jake is trying to conceal his bleary eyes and is making an effort not to smile too hard, his relief is apparent in the way his tense shoulders finally let up. Ice presses his lips together to suppress his own smile.
"I promise I won't let you down, sir."
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Oh, go to sleep, Little Skylark. Fly up past the stars
After breaking your heart, Buggy is cursed to be a kid again. The last thing you want to do is be involved with this.
Rating: PG-13ish.
Warning: Arguing adults, hurt feelings, apologies.
A/N: Last chapter! Thank you all who have been reading it! It was fun to write something different for Buggy as a kid. <3
Title comes from “Little Skylark (safe at home)” by S.J. Tucker.
Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8
TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @fluffybunnyu @plethora-of-fickleness @ane5e @valen-yamyam16 @lavanderdreamve @jollycandyruins
Chapter 8
“What?!” He looked shocked by that statement. “I… I never cheated on you!”
“Then who ever the flowers for?!” You demanded.
“I was getting them for you! To apologize!” He told you. He took a few slow, deep breaths again before taking a seat beside you on the bed. You scooted away from him, giving the two of you space. “I… I felt bad. I didn't think you would leave.”
“You… you thought I'd stick around after how you talked to me?! Buggy, you called me a useless cook and ridiculous!” You reminded him. “You thought stealing flowers from a witch was the way to go?!”
“I didn't know she was a witch at the time! And… and you like flowers and they were your favorite colors so I thought that would be a start!” He said. “I'm not good at this sort of thing, okay?! Having a relationship is still new and… weird. I don't know what to do “
“Fucking talking to your partner is a start.” You grumbled as you rubbed your nose. “Insulting them isn't really the best thing.”
“Well now I know.” Buggy shot back. “But I'm… sorry.”
You paused, making him wait a minute in silence before you turned to look at him. “Do you remember any of the conversation from this morning? Or… or what has taken place the last few days?”
“Yea.” He hesitated. “Thank you.”
“For?” You asked. You needed to hear him say it.
“Taking care of me. I probably would have ended up dead or kidnapped if you weren't around.” Buggy said as rested his hand on the bed beside you. “And… I'm sorry for how I spoke to you. And treated you. And everything else.”
You nodded and reached over, patting his hand gently. “Thank you for apologizing.”
“Just everything was stressful and crazy for a while and I took it out on you.” He mumbled. “I was a dick.”
“You really were. You hurt my feelings.” You told him. “And maybe I was a bit petty in how I left, but I felt justified. Richie deserved that steak.” You rubbed your nose and sniffed. “My things are still at the inn.”
“I'll send someone to grab it.” Buggy said. “We need a cook on the ship.”
“I don't know, Buggy. I spent the last few days planning to leave, but I don't know where I'd go.”
“Can you stay? You… you're the best cook. I wouldn't be able to find anyone else.”
“I want a pay increase.” You told him. He nodded. “And… that pantry in the kitchen? It's huge. We aren't even using it. That's going to be my bedroom.”
“Oh.” He frowned. He apologized, you two talked about it, but you wanted your own bedroom? “Yea, okay.”
“Buggy, we aren't a couple anymore. I'm not sharing a bed with you.” You said firmly. “At least… not now. I need space from you.”
“Well, how long do you need space from me?” Buggy asked with a frown. “A few months? Weeks?”
“Just give me my space.” You sighed. “This has been a hard week for me.”
“You?! What about me?!” He demanded. “I was a child and almost kidnapped!”
“And? I was dragged back into this by Mohji because he didn't know what else to do!” You snapped. “I took care of you while trying to make myself hate you, Buggy! I didn't want to do it!”
“Then why did you even bother?! You're obviously terrible with kids!”
“Because there's some part of me that still loves you, you idiot! I didn't want something bad to happen to you!” You stood up from the bed, seething as you started to pace back and forth. Your arm was throbbing, you were angry, and you wanted to lie down. You were feeling just a bit lightheaded. This wasn't how you wanted the conversation to go but it wasn't too surprising. This wasn't the best time to have this talk. “This is dumb.”
“You need to sit back down.” Buggy’s hands went to your shoulders, steering you back over to the bed. “Take it easy.”
“Don't tell me what to do.” You hissed as you sat back down. He grumbled something about being stubborn as he pushed you to lay down and lifted your legs onto the bed. You curled away from him while he tucked a few pillows under your injured arm to elevate it. You didn't want him taking care of you, you weren't even asking him to, but he wasn't saying anything as he checked your stitches again before pulling a blanket over you.
“I'm going to check on the crew.” He said as he went to grab a shirt. “Just stay here.”
You didn’t want to listen, you wanted to get out of the comfortable bed and leave, but you were also just feeling drained. The last week was exhausting, the conversation had been exhausting, and just… you wanted to close your eyes just for a bit and maybe wake up in a few days. Maybe the last few months were just some nightmare you had to live through, and you’d wake up tomorrow and everything would be fine.
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Someone was touching your arm, poking at the stitches gently, which was disrupting your sleep. You lifted your head from the pillows, groggy and confused as you tried to figure out where you were. Buggy was sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, holding your arm carefully as he made sure your injury was healing okay. When he saw you waking up he lowered it back onto the pillows.
“I brought you something to eat.”
“Who cooked it?” You mumbled as you buried your face back into the pillows. “I don’t want it.”
“It’s just soup.” He grumbled. “I made it.”
You lifted your head just a bit to look at him before sighing loudly. You gave yourself a moment before you started to sit up. He was trying. You had to give that to him. And he apologized, that was a start. You weren’t sure of your feelings on the matter still, but he was trying. Once you situated yourself against the headboard, he picked the bowl up and dipped the spoon in before holding it out to you.
You could feed yourself but you were too tired to fight him. He gave you the first spoonful, waiting for a reaction, and it… was okay. It was just broth with some veggies, and at least the veggies were cooked. The broth was warm, making it easy to swallow without the risk of burning your mouth. You nodded at him, cradling your arm to your chest as he continued feeding you.
“It’s good, thanks.” You told him, trying not to react as a smug expression crossed his face.
“Well, I was sleeping with the cook, so I learned a few things.” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “What? She was pretty handy with a knife.”
“I’ll show you how handy I am with a knife.” You shot back, though with no malice. “I’m glad you remembered how much salt to use, and you chopped the carrots evenly. I’m glad you were listening that day.”
“I listened.” Buggy muttered as he stirred the soup a bit before offering another spoonful for you. “Just not all the time. I’m trying, y’know.”
You didn’t want to get into another fight, you were too tired. You just nodded, reaching over to pat his arm gently as you let him feed you.
“Thank you for the soup.” You said.
“Are you going to stay for sure?” He asked. “We… can turn the pantry into your bedroom. I just want you to stay.”
“I mean, I don’t have a job lined up yet.”
“I had Mohji get your things. They’re here in my room until we can get your room ready.” Buggy told you. “I just don’t want you to leave.”
“Well, if I’m not fired for feeding the lion a steak or being mean to you when you’re a kid… guess I can stay a bit longer.” You told him with a shrug. “And you owe me flowers that aren’t stolen from a witch.”
He looked just a bit hopeful and nodded. “I’ll steal them from someone else.”
“But we’re not together, Buggy.”
“Not yet, anyways.” He smirked. “But you’ll get some apology flowers. I’ll keep apologizing until you’re happy.”
That wasn’t really what you wanted, but you just nodded. You figured in a week he’d forget about getting you flowers, forget about all of this, and would go back to trying to get back together with you, or give up entirely, you weren’t sure. And you weren’t sure what you would want from him either, but you knew you needed space. For your own sanity you needed boundaries with him, to make sure there wouldn’t be any repeated arguments, fights, anything.
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Your room was ready a week later with a bed and some shelves put up. You didn’t specify what you actually wanted, but it worked. The first time you went into it when it was finished, you were surprised to see flowers everywhere in there. The smell was a little overpowering, but Buggy looked so proud of himself that you didn’t say anything.
You had taken to cooking for the crew again, but simple meals due to your arm, and no one complained, which was probably because Buggy would glare at them as you served the food. They wouldn’t make any comments in front of him, even if you served the same meal three days in a row while the ship was out at sea. And Buggy was back to saying your food was amazing, that it was the best meal ever, and you were okay with it. You knew he was wanting you to be happy, and you kind of were.
Until your room had been ready, Buggy was having you sleep in his bed, even allowing you to put a wall of pillows between them. You ignored the hurt expression on his face when you suggested it, but it was what you wanted and he begrudgingly allowed it. It wasn’t like he was going to cuddle, but you knew how much he could move in his sleep.
Your first night in the room was… different. It reminded you of being back at the inn when you were a miserable wreck. Cold, alone, empty. You tried for a few hours to sleep in there but to your own surprise and Buggy’s, you were knocking on his door after midnight. He let you in without a word and went to grab pillows to create a barrier, but you hesitated.
“Don’t, it’s fine.” You muttered as you headed over to what was your side of the bed once more.
“You don’t like your room?” He frowned.
“It’s not that, just… didn’t want to be alone yet.” You told him. “I’ll sleep there tomorrow night, if that’s okay.”
“Whatever.” Buggy shrugged as he went to his side of the bed. You crawled under the covers and rolled onto your side with your back to him. This was fine, just one more night and then you would be able to sleep in your own room. It was what you wanted. You didn’t want to be doing this but you wanted to sleep, to feel comfortable, but you didn’t want the loneliness that came with having your own room.
And you fell asleep without any problem shortly after, sleeping through the night and into morning. When you finally woke up, Buggy was behind you, fast asleep as he clung to you. Maybe you would ease into having space from him, considering ever since you said that, you two spent more time together. He was taking care of you, checking your injury, even helping you in the kitchen. If all it took was a witch’s curse to help your relationship, you wondered if you could enlist her help if there were problems again.
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i found you | rúben dias
💘 synopsis: it's rúben's and isabella's first valentine's day together.
warnings: fluff and gratuitous valentine-cute-themed smut becasue why not. (can be read as x reader cause i forgot to mention the oc name in the story) (this is a sequel to between the lines, but can be read as a standalone; since there's no actual smut in the original story, i figured i should give my oc a nice epilogue) (W.C. 1.5K)
Once upon a time, I was convinced that romantic love was nothing more than an annoying distraction. It was like a stubborn pebble in my shoe, constantly irritating me and diverting my focus from what truly mattered.
With great ambitions driving me forward, I embraced the life of a workaholic sports journalist. I'd dreamed of this career for as long as I could remember, and I was determined to make it to the top. Nothing and no one could derail the carefully plotted course I had set for myself. Or so I thought.
But then, love snuck up on me when I least expected it, turning my world upside down. I found myself falling for someone who challenged my carefully constructed plans and made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. And as much as I tried to resist, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him.
As Valentine's Day approached, I reflected on how much had changed since that time when I thought love was nothing but a nuisance. Now, it is the very thing that brings color to my life.
And as I prepared for a romantic dinner with the person who had stolen my heart, I felt nothing but gratefulness for the delightful chaos he had brought into my life.
We stepped into a cozy restaurant, the aroma of delicious food enveloped us, and I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. Valentine's Day dinner with Rúben – it is still surreal, like something out of a cheesy rom-com.
We plopped down at our table, and Rúben dove into the menu like it was a puzzle. Couldn't help but poke fun at him.
"Can't make up your mind, huh? Let me guess, torn between the steak and the seafood pasta." I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.
He glanced up, "Actually, I was thinking of going all in and ordering the entire dessert menu. You know, for research." He joked, his laughter contagious.
After dinner and a couple drinks, we decided to head back to Rúben's place. As we walked out of the restaurant, the crisp evening air hit us. We strolled side by side, our steps matching in rhythm, exchanging playful banter along the way.
Eventually, we reached Rúben's apartment building, and he held the door open for me with a charming smile. I followed him inside. As we stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere shifted, a sense of excitement mingled with nerves. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, we both knew what was coming next.
The elevator ride felt like it lasted an eternity, the anticipation building with each passing floor. And when we finally reached Rúben's floor, the door to his apartment swung open, and we stepped inside.
We stood there for a moment, taking in the scene before us, the air thick with anticipation. And as Rúben turned to face me, his eyes sparkling with desire, I knew that this was where I was meant to be.
"I'm so happy." He whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
"Yeah?" I replied, a smile spreading across my face. "Well, there are plenty of ways you can show me just how happy."
"I'll do my best." He answered, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.
His touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire of desire within me. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the storm of emotions raging inside me.
The atmosphere was charged with electricity, every glance and touch sending jolts of excitement through my veins. Rúben's eyes sparkled with desire as he guided me further into the room, his hand warm against mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire between us. We lost ourselves in each other's embrace. This was where I belonged – in Rúben's arms, surrounded by love and desire.
We surrendered to the intensity of our connection. Rúben's hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of my body as if committing it to memory, each touch igniting a new wave of desire within me.
With practiced ease, he lifted me off my feet, his strong arms holding me close as he carried me towards the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in the sensation of being so close to him, my heart racing with anticipation.
As he gently lowered me onto the bed, our eyes locked in a silent promise of passion and devotion.
His kisses became more intense, I could hear the rhythm of his breathing growing more rapid. His fingers curled around my hips, pulling me closer, pushing me further onto him. I whimpered as pleasure surged through me.
His hands continued their journey southward, tracing the curves of my body with skillful precision. The look in his eyes told me he was feeling the same wild need I was.
I arched my back, grinding my hips against him, letting him feel my desire. And the sensations only intensified as he teased my clit with his tongue, coaxing it into bloom. With every touch, with my body under his mercy, the room around me began to spin.
He parted my legs with his knee and buried his face between them, moaning as he kissed my inner thighs. In that moment I realized I could reach orgasm with just his lips caressing my most intimate flesh. I lost control. I cried out as ecstasy overwhelmed me.
Without warning, his mouth descended on mine again, seeking out the sweetness of my lips, inserting one finger inside of me. Then another one. I cried out in delight, pushing myself deeper onto his digits. His fingers worked relentlessly at their task. I let go of my inhibitions and gave myself over to his expert ministrations, gasping as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.
Finally, after several moments of total bliss, I collapsed under him, breathless and spent.
He pulled away and smiled, cupping my cheek tenderly, gazing deeply into my eyes.
My eyes were heavy as I stared into his; dark pools that bore an intensity I'd never seen before. There was a strange expression on his face, a combination of curiosity and wonder. It didn't take me long to realize that he was looking at me with complete adoration.
Cuddling with him, I could feel just how hard he was, laying on top of me. I smiled, still feeling a bit shaky after such a harsh orgasm, and placed my hand on his member. He looked at me with wonder.
"Are you sure you're ready to go on?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Mmm, not really." I admitted, rubbing the bulge tentatively.
"Maybe I should give you a rest first." He leaned forward and licked my earlobe playfully.
"Oh, but I've been dreaming about this all day." I breathed into his ear.
He whispered back, "Well, who am I to deny you your dreams?"
His words sent a shiver down my spine, turning my knees weak. I reached up to pull him closer, craving the feel of his skin against mine. Then, before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.
It was like he possessed me. With just one swift motion, he pushed me backwards, then pressed himself firmly against me. He let out a low moan as he lifted my leg higher, curling me around his waist, penetrating me with one forceful thrust. The sensation was incredible. He reached behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight.
As he slowly moved in and out of me, I heard the same soft sound of pleasure escape from both of us. I found myself getting lost in his deep brown eyes, forgetting where I was and everything else around me. My head fell back against his shoulder as he moved ever so slightly faster. It wasn't long before I came again.
But instead of slowing down or stopping, he picked up speed even more.
My heart raced as I surrendered to the whirlwind of sensations coursing through me. With each powerful thrust, I felt myself edging closer to the brink of losing my mind, my body trembling with ecstasy.
He whispered my name like a prayer, his breath hot against my ear as he drove me to the edge and beyond. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his skin as I rode the waves of pleasure crashing over me.
And then, in a crescendo of bliss, we reached the pinnacle together, our cries of release mingling in the air.
We lay entwined in each other's arms, spent and breathless. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the intense connection between us, binding us together. With him by my side, I was ready to face whatever challenges life threw our way, knowing that our love would always be our guiding light.
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Hi! Ive really enjoyed your Lockwood and Co fic’s so far, especially how you incorporate gn-readers! As for a prompt to give: A George Karin X GN Reader fic where George works himself sick on researching a case and no one else really notices he’s sick other than Reader, and Reader makes him stop and takes care of him for the night. A quote to go along with this maybe: “No one ever cared about me like you.” There’s really not enough George fics out there, so thank you for rectifying that!
Chicken Soup
Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader
Content: literally just 99% fluff, the other 1% is reader misunderstanding when George tries to confess his feelings
A/N: this fic takes me to less than 1000 words off having posted 30,000 words in 4 weeks 🤯 will have to see if I can post another later!
Word count: 2.1k
Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear
George looked tired.
He usually looked at least a little worn out, so you weren't overly surprised, but this time it was more distinctive. Plus, his exhaustion was always paradoxically frantic, brought about by rushing to prepare for a case that needed solving yesterday, but this time Lockwood had specifically said nobody was going anywhere near the site until you and George were confident there was no more research to be done. You'd hoped that would mean George would take his time, but it seemed his brain had forgotten how to function in any way that wasn't cramming 3 days' worth of research into 3 hours.
"Let's call it a day," you prompted. The two of you had been glued to your seats around a stack of papers in the Archives all day and your back was getting horrendously stiff. George couldn't be faring much better, hunched so far over his book he practically disappeared into his orange plaid shirt.
"You head back, I just need a bit longer to finish off," he replied, not even glancing up. Under normal circumstances, you'd be able to use his frustration at the impossible deadline to lure him away, but what on earth were you supposed to say when it was self-inflicted?
"Are you sure? Lockwood did say to take as long as we need, so it can wait until morning."
George looked up then, only to shake his head. You knew what he was thinking: by tomorrow, the book he needed could have been borrowed by someone else; by tomorrow, Kipps' crew could have swanned in and solved the whole case; by tomorrow, there may not be anyone at the site left to employ them. You sighed.
"Sorry, I know it's a pain. Will you be okay getting home alone?" Trust him to be worrying about you when you were worrying about him. You assured him you'd be fine, and promised to have a cup of tea ready when he got home.
"You're the best," he said with a weary smile. Secretly he didn't want you to leave, he enjoyed your company, but it was unfair to make you stay just because he wanted to. As you walked away, you heard him sniff, which built into a sneeze. Hmm.
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Less than ten minutes after you returned to Portland Row, the heavens opened. Rain hammered against the front door like it was begging to be let in, and wind whistled through every corner it could find from the attic downwards.
You, Lucy and Lockwood sat around the dining table, soaking in every ounce of the warmth that seeped from the oven while dinner cooked (a steak pie you'd made when you got back, to distract yourself from the anxious knot in your stomach).
"How did it go at the Archives?" Lucy asked over a steaming cup of coffee.
"We're making progress, but I'm worried George is overworking himself."
Lockwood gave a wry chuckle. "Trust me, if George has a limit, I haven't seen him hit it in all the time I've known him."
That wasn't overly convincing - having bursts of intense hard work followed by a couple of days to recover was one thing, but working flat out for this long was another, especially when you knew from hearing the way the house shifted that he hadn't been sleeping.
"He was sneezing when I left," you pointed out. If Lockwood knew him so well, he'd know he wasn't much of a sneezer, even in the height of pollen season.
"This case dates back decades," Lucy countered. "Imagine how much dust is on some of those files." Just thinking about it made her nose crinkle. You could only hope they were both right.
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A long-cold cup of tea and the remaining quarter of the pie awaited George when he returned, the last embers of daylight being snuffed out by the heavy rainclouds above. The second the key rattled in the front door, you sprang from where you'd been falling asleep on the Thinking Cloth and clicked the kettle on.
"You didn't wait up for me, did you?" George croaked from the kitchen doorway. Something had happened to his voice in the hours since you'd left him.
"I promised you tea!" As you turned in mock outrage you noticed something else wrong. He was shivering and pale. Instinctively, you stepped closer, brushing a hand across the droplets on his shoulders and spotting more in his hair. Had he walked home in this weather? No. There wasn't enough water for that. This was just from the cab to the door. He wasn't shivering from the cold. You suddenly remembered the sneeze earlier.
George was ill.
This was a disaster, and it was all your fault. You should have forced him to come home with you. Should have noticed sooner and never let him out today in the first place.
"Oh Georgie," you murmured, almost as much to yourself as him. "Give me one minute with that tea and then you need to get to bed."
"I'm f-fine," he stammered around chattering teeth. "It's nothing."
As if he'd been summoned as backup, Lockwood sauntered in on his way to the basement. "Glad to see you missed the rain," he joked. George gave another sneeze, a spray of said rain flying from his curls with the force of it. "Bathroom's free if you want a bath to warm up." Misguided as Lockwood was in his reason for the advice, it wasn't a bad idea actually.
"I'm just heading up," you shot him a grateful look before George could object, "I can set it running." Lockwood grinned and disappeared. Today was not one of his observant days, it seemed.
"I can run my own bath," George grumbled, still in the doorway, but his cheeks flushed a little and he made no move to stop you. Probably because his hands were shaking so much he would have struggled to even turn the taps. You took his freshly brewed tea in one hand and his arm in the other and guided him to the library to cosy up until the bath was ready.
—
Half an hour later, you were debating whether to go and make sure George hadn't fallen asleep in the tub when he emerged. His dark curls were damp yet fluffy from the towel, a slight glow had returned to his skin and he was dressed in the clean pyjamas you'd looked out for him. He frowned at you as best his tired muscles would allow, pondering the fact you'd clearly spent the entire time sitting on the bottom step outside the bathroom. Before he could comment, however, the warmth of the bath began to wear off and the tremble returned to his bones. You reached behind you and sheepishly held out a fuzzy forest green bundle.
"I, um… I couldn't find any of your jumpers, I think they're all in the wash, so you can borrow this one. It should fit."
George took hold of it and unfolded what turned out to be the softest hoodie he'd ever felt in his life. He wriggled into it, his one working nostril breathing in the way the smell of you lingered in the fabric. It was so comfy that he found himself burrowing into it, bringing it up under his chin and tucking his hands into the sleeves.
You caught yourself staring at him, marvelling over how he could look so adorable in such an unfortunate situation, and gave him a soft smile. "Better?"
He nodded and mumbled out a "thanks" which ended up somewhat drowned in the hoodie as he shuffled away. Halfway through his bedroom door, he stopped and turned back to you. "What's that?"
You went to see what he was referring to, hands on his shoulders to support yourself as you pressed close on tiptoes to peer past him. Suddenly very aware of how close you were, you focused your attention on the flask on his bedside table.
"Oh. It's chicken soup. I wasn't sure if you'd want it just yet, so I used a flask which should keep it warm for the next few hours."
If you hadn't been aware of how much you were in George's personal space before, you certainly were now as he practically melted against you.
"That's so thoughtful." He sounded shocked. Not at you being thoughtful towards him, at anyone being so. Unsure of what to say, you gave his shoulders a supportive squeeze and then used them to steer him towards his bed.
His room was a little chilly, so you checked that his window was properly closed before drawing the curtains. George, energy almost completely drained, flopped onto the bed. You helped him tuck his legs under the duvet, bringing it up around his chest. He sniffled again, and without a word you nudged the box of tissues you'd found and set out for him. His eyes grew wide and incredulous, suddenly scrunching shut with another bout of sneezing.
"Do you need anything else?"
The sneezing paused. "I think I left my book in the library…"
"Georgie, no." Your voice became stern even as you used his nickname affectionately. "No more research until you're feeling better." He began to protest. "Think about it. The more you rest, the sooner you'll recover and the quicker you can get back to it." He couldn't argue with logic, and you both knew it.
You ended up fetching him a glass of water, some paracetamol and a couple of contraband biscuits. When you returned, you found him sipping the soup, and his face lit up at your last offering.
"You're too nice," he sighed, insisting on splitting the first biscuit with you. "I love you."
You almost choked on your half of the biscuit, bursting into a coughing fit you'd expect from the actual ill person in the room. George immediately rose from the pillows to pat your back as you tried to remember how to breathe. "Are you okay?" His hand stopped patting as your coughing subsided but it didn't leave your back, instead rubbing gentle circles.
"I…" you spluttered, finally dislodging the rogue crumb. "Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do! No one ever cared about me like you."
His words were kind, tender, yet your heart still sank. He'd just said it because you were looking after him. You couldn't believe you'd actually thought for a moment that he loved you. There was nothing more you wanted than for the ground to swallow you up, but when George kept talking you stayed and listened. "Lockwood and Lucy do so much for me, don't get me wrong, and my parents did their best, but I'd be lost without you. I mean, all this…" he gestured around at the flask, the hoodie, you still sitting on his bed, "nobody else even noticed there was anything wrong. But you did. You see me, and I love you for it."
Tears welled in your eyes. You blinked them away, refusing to obscure your view of the beautiful boy beside you. His hand stilled on your back, twitching away, afraid he'd said the wrong thing. You leaned into his side, strengthening the touch. "I love you too."
His eyelids fluttered, a mixture of exhaustion and adoration. His free hand linked with yours. "Remind me to kiss you once I'm better."
"Why can't you kiss me now?"
"Because I'll make you ill, if I haven't already!"
"I'll take that risk." You leaned in.
"Nooo," he whined, a hand on your chest to keep you at a distance, "I'd feel bad. But lucky for you, I have a fantastic doctor, so I'll be better in no time."
"Oh yes, I hear they're exceptional and very committed. Now lie down."
George did as he was told, gasping at the rush of cold air as the duvet was lifted behind him. You eased yourself into the bed, legs tangling in his and pulling you closer until his back leant against your chest and your face was buried in his hair.
"What did I just say?!"
You shushed him. "It's fine, if I catch it you can look after me." You pressed a kiss to his temple as you reached over to click the lamp off. He groaned in the darkness.
"You're impossible."
"You love me, though."
His hand found yours again, bringing your arm to wrap round his stomach. Your fingers traced the warm, soft skin underneath the hem of your hoodie. He sighed contentedly, the rise and fall of your chest behind him lulling him closer to sleep. "I do."
You sneezed.
Damn it.
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SO.
I decided to write a little fic for @xaviersjames because like, they comment and reblog on almost all my posts and oh my god?? AND THEY DO SUPPORT MY FICS?? OH MY GOD?? Anyway, I hope you like it! It's not very long and it's not one of my best works but it's something with Flirty!Erik and Frustrated!Charles so it MUST be good.
To all the people, I remind you that I accept requests to write fics!♡
Hope you like this!♡
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It's a date!
“Just so you know… this is not a date.” Charles said crossing his arms in front of his chest as he watched Erik order a bottle of red wine.
“And why should it be, my friend?” Erik asked giving the blonde waitress a brief smile, Charles snorted as the girl's ears turned red from his friend's action.
“We're here to recruit mutants, Erik. We could park our car outside and wait for the owner to come out. We didn't need to do… this.” He said looking around. it seemed like they had chosen the worst day to do this farce. The place was full of couples holding hands and looking at each other with sweet eyes full of affection.
“Our target has a mutation that allows him to turn everything he touches into wood, if we met him outside and he thought we could hurt him we would be in danger and I don't want to carry your wooden ass around if he did something." He said jokingly placing the napkin on his lap. For a man who had spent much of his life on the run, Erik sure knew how to act like a gentleman.
“Misters, do you want to order?” asked the blonde waitress who was standing a little too close to Erik for Charles' liking.
“Of course, I'll have the steak with vegetables.” Erik said handing the menu to the girl.
“And for your friend?” She asked, looking at Charles with a smile a little less broad than the one she had reserved for the metallokinetic.
“Oh, for me…”
“My boyfriend will get the chicken, thank you so much honey.” He said handing the other menu to the girl as well. The blonde had wide eyes and her mouth slightly open but nodded, hesitantly walking away from the table.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” Charles asked him in what was more like a hiss than a human voice.
“Oh c'mon, that was fun.” Erik said smiling with all his teeth. Charles sighed.
“Here is your food.” The blonde waitress hadn't brought their plates, in her place was a little boy with dark, curly hair. Charles felt strangely pleased that the girl had not returned.
“What do you think of the chicken, my love?” Erik asked while the boy was still next to them. Charles choked on his mouthful and drank some wine to recover.
"It's good."
“Stop it now!” He sent him telepathically
“Oh, I was sure of it, on the other hand I know how much you like chicken.” He winked at him and reached out to take Charles' hand in his.
Charles didn't know what to say anymore and continued eating, thinking of a plan to get revenge on Erik.
After dinner and after having tried in vain to convince the owner of the restaurant to join them, the two returned to their car.
“At least the food was good.” Erik said as he got into the driver's seat. Charles nodded and the two headed back towards the villa. The telepath smiled at the thought of what was about to happen.
“Erik, how could you hide this from me?!: Mystique ran down the stairs, practically throwing herself at Erik.
“Tell you… what?” Erik asked more confused than ever.
“You proposed to my brother without telling me, you bastard! You should have asked for my blessing!” Raven slapped his arm and continued to yell at him. Erik looked at Charles with frightened eyes.
“Oh yes, didn't I tell you, love? I may have told my little sister that you proposed to me, and she probably told it to all the other kids, so have fun explaining this to them.” He said walking past the two and heading towards his room.
“Charles, wait!” Erik said as Sean and Alex ran towards him for more information.
“Have fun with our students, dear. On the other hand, you will decide who will bring us the wedding rings on the big day.”
The scream that went up from all the kids, Erik included, and the “I'll do it!” Which mixed together, accompanied Charles' happy thoughts for a long time.
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THE SALES GUY
Business travel is OK, until it's not.
Thunderstorms back east had cancelled one flight and seriously delayed another. Even with the time difference, it was almost 9 when we landed in Denver. At least Carson and I had status and were upgraded to business class. We were the first off the plane, rolling our business carry ons behind us through the airport, making our way toward the rental car area.
Carson Wells is one of the sales guys in our group. The dude's young, about 30, but he's good at his job and moreover has a crazy ambition. It's why he was paired with me on a prospect this big.
I'll be honest, I used to hate the folks in Sales. I felt like we did the work, and they cashed in their commission checks. And Carson was the very type who annoyed the crap out of me. Fratty, capable only of small talk, nice almost to the point of seeming fake. But times like this I was grateful I was paired with him: the guy didn't get stressed out about travel hiccups.
"I love Denver, man," he said in a tone that would sound chipper if it weren't such a masculine bro kind of voice. "Shame we don't have the time to go hiking or anything while we're out here."
For some reason, I was in the mood for Wells' small talk. "You into outdoor sports? I pictured you as more a country club guy," I teased.
"That too," Carson said as he flashed his smile. Pearly white teeth, fucking perfectly formed dimples, well trimmed blondish-brown beard. Yeah, one reason my defenses were down was because Carson Wells was stunningly cute and stunningly hot.
Down boy, I thought to myself. It's not like my dick was chubbing or anything, but I knew how to be a professional at work, and with colleagues. Even ones as hot as Carson. Besides, the dude was grade-A hetero.
Carson had reserved the car and we strutted right over to pick up the key. Of course, Carson went for an upgraded model. I thought of lecturing him about costs, but figured I'd let his manager deal with that headache. Besides, if we reeled this big fish in, no one would give a fuck how much Carson ran up on his business credit card this trip.
We were both tired from the long day and once we checked into the hotel it was time to go to our respective rooms and call it a night.
If you've seen one Marriott you've seen them all. At least this one had a good view of the mountains, though it would be morning before I'd have time to appreciate it. For now, I undressed and brushed my teeth and slipped into bed. I didn't even have my daily masturbation time, I was so tired.
***
The presentation the next day went well. Really well. Carson brought the dynamic sales pitch, and I brought the gravitas. Of course we didn't know what they'd decide yet, but you sometimes get a vibe from a prospect, and that vibe was positive.
Carson was getting it too. We stopped at a trendy restaurant near our hotel that was half steak house, half small plate kind of place. Carson joked it was the kind of place he'd take chicks to if he wanted to impress them. Honestly, I didn't care where we ate. I don't eat a lot on the day of a sales call, and now my appetite was catching up with me.
"I think this calls for the good stuff," Carson announced as he strutted up to the bar, me a couple paces behind. God, he was so sexy in that post-pitch mode, his 5'11" body filling out his trim-cut tailored suit just right, and those thick thighs leading up to an amazing ass...
"Best bourbon you have," he asked the bartender. Then, he flashed those dimples as he turned to me. "Oh I forgot, you gay guys don't drink bourbon, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "It sounds like you're scripting the next HR compliance video, Wells."
He chuckled. "Is that a yes or no, Boss?" I technically wasn't his boss, but I was an officer and somehow Boss had become his playful nickname for me.
"Sure," I said, adding that the prospect was ultimately gonna pay for this round.
"Damn straight," Carson grinned, his green eyes twinkling.
We sat the bar, sipping some pretty damn amazing whiskey. Carson had his legs spread, effortlessly manspreading. I didn't stare or scope him out or anything, but let's say I enjoyed the view.
Our conversation was all business as our food arrived, and even as we ordered another drink.
"Maybe grab another back at the hotel bar?" he asked as we nearly finished that round. It was getting dark out but still wasn't too late. "I'm in the mood to celebrate."
I nodded, signalling for the check. "Sounds good. Only we haven't won the client yet."
"We're gonna win 'em, Bill. You know it, too."
I shrugged. "Yeah," I conceded.
Carson laughed. "Didn't think you'd be so superstitious."
I nudged my leg against his. Hopefully more a buddy nudge than a flirty one, but the booze was loosening me up. "I'm surprised you're not, Wells."
We paid up and made our way back to the boring bar at our boring hotel. It felt great to unwind there. I knew Carson was eager to have more than one other drink, and I wouldn't mind getting a little tight myself. It had been a tough week.
"You're buying this time, Boss," he said. "Just don't order me some well-liquor shit."
I was tempted to get him a cheap domestic beer, just for being a smart ass, but ended up splurging on another top-shelf bourbon.
"Here's to the Dream Team," he toasted as we clinked our glasses. We were just about the only ones in the bar area, seated on one of the couches.
"You did great, man," I said.
He smiled again. Fuck, those pearly whites. "Man, that's probably the first time you've ever thrown me a compliment."
"No it isn't..." I objected. Now that I was in a managerial role, I knew it was my job to provide positive feedback to everyone on my team.
"For real," he said, with a smile that said he wasn't too upset. Or maybe Carson was just being his frat-boy nice. "You're kind of intense, Boss."
"Oh," I said. Not sure what to make of it. Though Carson wasn't the first person with that opinion of me.
He nodded. "I'm gonna say something that's not HR-approved... but you've mellowed out a lot since you broke up with Rob."
Rob was my ex-husband. I still couldn't tell if it ended amicably or bitterly. But it had been a big shift in my life. "It was a divorce," I corrected Carson.
"Yeah, divorce. Sorry. I know that was an asshole thing to say. It's just, well, you seem happier now. I hope you are, Bill."
Something about his sincerity, combined with the booze, had me opening up unexpectedly. "There's good and bad," I replied in a measured way. "But the freedom is nicer than I expected."
Carson nudged my knee with his, in what I would have guessed was a flirtation, and gave ne a "you dog" kind of look. "I bet," he smirked. Then he got an impish look on his cute face. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this to you, man, but I sometimes have fun with guys."
I gulped. This was major HR-inappropriate territory. "Is that right?" I asked with my best poker face.
The man nodded. The sexual part of my brain was just thinking how incredibly fuckable my coworker was. His voice made him even hotter, I thought. "Not the whole nine yards like you gay guys, but yeah..."
"How do you know what I do in bed?" I had to tease.
He laughed and shrugeed. Again, flashing that killer smile. "You got me there, Boss. Guess I shouldn't make assumptions." We paused and, fuck, our eyes met, like really met. I wasn't imagining it: Carson Wells was fucking flirting with me. "Can I trust you with this, man?" he asked.
I gave some motion of my hand that was some combo of crossing my heart and scout's honor.
He bit his lip nervously, playfully, and then lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Um, yeah, I'm into sucking a guy's dick." He blushed as he said it, but I had to be impressed by how forthright he was. It was the last thing I expected from Carson's mouth. His nervousness carried him on. "I mean, just the feel of a hard cock in my mouth.... it's wild, kind of a taboo you know for a guy like me."
"I can imagine," I said. Not wanting to either encourage or discourage Carson. My dick was getting rock hard in my suit. And there was no way it was going down soon.
"Yeah," Carson beamed, glad I wasn't judging him or giving him any flak for his bi streak. "I mean it's crazy, I don't even need my dick sucked or anything, just that act is enough to get me going, you know?"
I nodded but replied. "Not exactly, Carson. I guess I'm more a receiving is better than giving kind of guy," I joked.
"Did Rob do that for you?" he asked.
This was definitely inappropriate conversation. But fuck it. "That and more," I replied. "Rob was a big ol' bottom."
"Hot," Carson said. There was something weird about our dynamic now. Buddy-buddy, but also like lusty. Carson took a sip of bourbon, but he was nearing the bottom of his glass. "Another round, Boss?"
I held mine up and swirled the last half centimeter of brown liquid in the rocks glass. "I shouldn't, man." I was already pretty buzzed.
"Come on," he urged. "We're the fucking Dream Team."
I caved and nodded. If my boner was riding a good ridge in my trousers it downright throbbed watching Carson's hot suited body get up and strut over to the bar. I needed to find some self control, in case Wells was actually gonna proposition me. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to about his bi side. Or maybe he liked teasing me as an ego boost.
He was all smiles when he came back with two more drinks. We clinked glasses and had our first sips. "To a killer day," he smirked.
"Yep," I said. I wasn't drunk at least. But I was starting to feel really nice.
He looked around. I thought he was just idly checking out our environment, but I realized he was seeing if the coast was clear. His eyes flitted back to my crotch.
"You look like you're packing a lot down there, Boss," he said. That sexual edge somehow changing his frat-bro voice.
"Sorry," I muttered. Trying to cross my legs.
"Don't hide it, man," he urged. "No one can see it from a distance, not in those pants."
I blushed as I spread my legs again, manspreading as I faced this hunky sales guy. This was so wild and wrong, but my dick was rock hard.
"Nice boner, Boss," he smirked.
"Thanks," I said. Maybe I thought if I limited my words there'd be less cause to get me fired.
"How big is it?" he asked.
"How big?" I chuckled. Wells was the last dude I imagined to be asking me for my dick size. "7 and a half," I replied. "I've not measured the width."
"It's pretty thick," Carson put out there, his eyes back on my boner. "But not too fat to suck."
"Jesus," I exhaled.
Carson's green eyes twinkled. "Am I getting you worked up, Boss?" Jesus, he loved flirting all right.
"You know you are, damnit."
"This is just between us, right?" he clarified.
"It better be," I hissed. "Not how I expected this trip to go..."
"You upset?" he felt me out.
"Depends on if I'm thinking with my brain or my dick," I answered honestly.
That made Carson smile. "How bout your dick?"
"My dick wants to get sucked," I said bluntly.
Carson nodded, almost serious, maybe the reality was making him less chipper. "Let's do this, Bill," he grunted and tossed back of the liquor, like he was building up courage.
I didn't do mine like a frat boy shot, but sipped a good amount of the remainder and set the glass down before standing up, just hoping my erection wasn't too obvious.
I couldn't believe this was actually gonna happen. Carson didn't seem to believe it either. We rode the elevator silently, almost scared to look at one another. Then he followed me to my room.
My heart pounded, because I didn't know how this was actually going to go down. I didn't want anything messy with my coworker - hell, I'd probably be the senior investment guy brought in for half of Wells's prospects - but it was probably too late for that.
I tried to think of how this would go down. For a half minute, a part deep in my brain wanted to put a stop to this. But as I walked to where our rooms were, adjacent to one another, I stopped at mine and Carson looked at me with a look of horny expectation behind his straight-bro smile. I tapped the key card and ushered him inside.
The thing that helped my conscience somehow was that Wells didn't kiss me or make any move to make out with me. Like he'd had some practice he crouched in front of me, looking incredible in his slim-cut suit and gym-toned build, wasting no time reaching forward ot unbuckle my nelt. This wasn't gonna be a messy office place romance, this was just going to be a blowjob. As no-strings as they get.
"Fuck!" I hissed as the zipper came down and Carson tugged my boxer briefs below my hard prick. My dick jerked to attention, harder than I recall it ever being. This felt naughty and sexual in a way that half made me glad to be a divorced man.
"You sold yourself short, Boss," Carson teased as he ran his finger up and down my bone. "You got an amazing cock."
And like that, the sales guy was taking me into his mouth.
This wasn't Carson's first dick. It wasn't his fifth. The dude wasn't lying, he loved sucking cock, and it was clear he'd had some practice. I just stood there, hands on my hips and let him do his stuff. I got off on the mind-fuck of co-worker sex and the straight-dude fantasy come to life. I mean, Carson Wells clearly wasn't 100% straight but he was as close as I'd get to having a hetero guy blow me.
And the fact he loved this, really loved this, meant I was getting quality head. Regular, half-suction mouth strokes up and down about four or five inches of my cock, with increasing base.
"It's not gonna take me long," I warned him. If it hadn't been for the bourbon I would have nutted already. Wells was that good.
He was going for it now, kind of twisting the base of my cock with his fist as he bobbed more frantically. I placed my hand on the top of his skull, and that got an excited, deep moan from the guy. I started small thrusts timed with his sucking. Nothing too intense, I'm not an asshole. But I was getting real close, and my excitement was pushing me over that finish line.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" I hissed, trying not to be too loud. My cum was incredible. Maybe because Carson did this sucking thing all through my ejaculation that just added to the pleasure. My knees buckled a little.
I was finally was spent, and Carson gave one final lick at the tip before pulling back. "That was hot, Boss," he hissed, mouth full of cum and saliva.
"Damn... it was, man." I looked down. "Need me to get you off?" Once I cum I'm usually out of sex mode. But I know how to take care of a guy's needs.
He shook his head as he stood up. For real, Carson had a hardon riding up his suit pants. Not as big as mine but showing a good tent. "Nah, I'm good... I'm gonna go back to my room now, if that's OK."
It wasn't awkward as it seemed for some reason. Maybe because my swimmers were in Carson's belly now. "Yeah, that's fine... if you're sure." I felt a little guilty for the no-recip thing. But not too guilty, I suppose.
He flashed a grin. "Yeah, I'm sure. See ya bright and early tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I nodded, tucking back in and pulling up my trousers. "Have a good night, Wells. And thanks again." I was tipsy but maybe sobering up some now.
"My pleasure, Boss," he said. He paused and looked at me, and God I half expected a kiss to come right then. But he patted my arm and then walked past to the door. And left me in my room.
"Fuck!" I growled, and had to laugh at how crazy it was I just let that happen. I knew I'd made a terrible mistake, but Carson seemed game to make it with me. And I knew if I had that chance, I'd make it again.
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Pink Picasso
Craig Tucker x gn!Reader
fluff/hurt/comfort cause im a sucker for his stoic ass, basically despite everything bad happening around yall you can depend on eachother and have eachother through everything, everything is pretty gn, i did put the prefix ‘mx’ in there once, feel free to read it with which ever prefix you prefer!!
Today was a particularly draining day for you, stress from work and just overall just feeling upset. After work you came home and flopped into bed with a groan ready to sleep the day away. You drifted off for a couple hours until your phone ringing woke you up. It was your boyfriend Craig, you were shocked and began to panic. You had a date night planned tonight and you forgot all about it. You picked up the facetime call with a frown.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I fell asleep after work.” You said sadly into the phone. He had a little smile on his face as he heard your voice.
“That’s alright honey, I figured when you didnt text after an hour. Come let me in.” He said as he got out his car. You heard his door shut from out your window and smiled dragging yourself out of bed to your front door. He hung up the phone and knocked on the door. When you opened it he held out a bouquet of lavender for you to take. “Some relaxing flowers to start off out night of relaxation. How you feeling honey?” He asked as you let him walk in taking the flowers. You knew he could tell how tired you looked, you couldn’t do anything about it now.
“Tired and stressed, works been a lot lately.” You said with a sigh, he grabbed the flowers from you and placed them on a nearby counter and wrapped you up in a big hug. You finally let it all out as you wrapped your arms around him, you let your tears flow. “I’m sick of dealing with all these sucky people all the time. It sucks, it sucks real bad.” You sobbed muffled into his chest. He pet your head gently and rocked you side to side. Even though he wasn’t doing the most, it helped you so much knowing he was here for you.
“I know baby, I know.” He said quietly. You held onto him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Is this really all you needed to help your stress? Your body didn’t seem to ache as much as it did when you got into bed.
“Why do people think its okay to treat others like shit? Just because they don’t know me they think its alright, that it’s not gonna effect me! It’s bullshit, it’s all bullshit.” Craig placed a kiss on the top of your head and rested his chin there now rubbing soothing circles on your back. Despite his lack of response he’s helping you so much by just being there for you. His touch seemed to heal all your stress and anxiety. The tears slowly stopped as you began to let yourself be in this moment with him.
“Cmon, lets get you in the bath and I’ll order us some food.” He said after a couple minutes like this. You nodded pulling away from his chest. He grabbed your hand leading you to your room. “Grab some comfy clothes, I’m gonna start the water.” He said now making his way to the bathroom. You brought your clothes and towels with you to the bathroom and watched quietly and he glided his hand through the bubbly water.
“Thank you baby.” You said quietly making him jump. He turned and smiled at you holding his other hand out for you to come closer. You obliged standing next to him resting your head atop his. He was sat on the edge of the tub, one arm around you an the other in the bath water.
“What do you think about steak n shake?” He asked looking up at you as he stopped the water. You smiled and nodded.
“Do I get a milkshake?” You asked setting your clothes and towel down. He laughed at your question.
“Yea you’re gettin your own, cause I’m not sharing mine.” He said getting up and out of your way. You frowned at him for knowing you’d drink his.
“Can I at least try yours?” You asked with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes with a laugh.
“Yea I guess, but you can’t have it if you end up liking it.” Craig said leading you to sigh. “Im gonna go put the flowers up and order the food. Shout if you need me.” He placed a kiss on your nose before he left the bathroom leaving the door cracked. You smiled to yourself as you undressed and got in the hot water. The whatever tension was left in your body left quickly as you sunk into the bubbly water. After about 15 minutes there was a knock at the bathroom door before Craig walked in.
“There you are, I was worried you got lost.” You teased and he rolled his eyes with a fake laugh. He had his keys in hand as he knelt down beside the tub.
“Im gonna go pick up the food, when you get out you wanna set up the room for a movie? Im thinking rom coms.” He said running a hand through your damp hair. He knew what he was doing suggesting rom coms.
“Ooo feeling cheesy today huh?” You teased making him laugh.
“Yeah yeah, it’s cause I love you and know Adam Sandler will make you feel better.” He said and poked your forehead. Now its your turn to laugh.
“You know me too well Mister Tucker. And yes I would love to set up movie night!” You said with a bright smile. Everything Craig has done for you today has made all the weight you felt earlier disappear, you have no worries with him around and he knows it.
“Alright Mx. Tucker, the next time you see me I’ll have a bunch of food and milkshakes. Don’t drown while I’m gone please!” He placed a kiss on your lips and left you red faced in your bath. You spent 5 more minutes in the warm water before getting out to dry off and get dressed. You cut on the fairy lights in your room as to keep it dim and set up the tv. You walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and noticed the lavender in a vase on the counter there.
“Not one for placement is he.” You said to yourself. You breathed in the fresh scent from the flowers before moving it to the coffee table in the living room. You went to go lay back down in the bed and wait for Craig who showed up 5 minutes later. “Welcome home honey!” You said happily from your spot on the bed. He placed 2 bags of food down on the bed and the shakes on the bedside table before he climbed in the bed and squished you into a hug.
“Thats something I’m gonna need to hear more often.” He said and peppered your face in kisses. “Let’s eat!” He said and brought the bags of food to your laps.
“Thank you for this Craig. I really needed it.” You said opening up your food. He leaned over placing a kiss at your temple and then nudged you with his shoulder before he spoke.
“If you’re not happy I’m not happy. You mean the everything to me and I don’t want you being so stressed out over work. No matter how everyone else treats you, I’m always gonna be here to wash it away. I need you to remember that whenever you’re upset.” He said and you rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you. “I wanna marry you one day, and if I can’t keep you happy, how am I gonna make that happen?” He asked rhetorically, you laughed at how cheesy he was being.
“You’re such a loser Craig.” You laughed and he could only scoff. “I love you.” You said and kissed his cheek.
“I love you too honey.” He replied and gave you a kiss on the lips.
Yea yea, craig might be out of character, what about it!?!?!!! I just need sappy ol craig an milkshakes, thank you!! i had to fight every urge in my body to make him say sugar, i just really like sugar as a pet name i guess, but i kept it “canonical” by having him say honey, 😞
#south park#south park x reader#craig tucker#craig tucker x reader#south park fluff#south park oneshots
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2% - Song fic
Ajax Petropolus x reader
You and Ajax were complete opposites. No one understood how you worked as a couple and no one expected you to last very long. Both of your families said you would break up before the end of the school year. It annoyed both of you. You loved Ajax, so what if you were complete opposites, that's what made you work. Ajax had low grades, was mostly oblivious to anything going on in the world and everyone knew he was a stoner, in all contexts. You were a straight A student, you could play just about any instrument and you never smoked a day in your life. But you worked, fitting together like puzzle pieces.
One day, you, Ajax, Enid, Xavier and Wednesday were sat at lunch, a common topic between your friends was your and Ajax's relationship.
"So what did your mum say this time?" Enid asked you, biting into her steak sandwich.
"Well, she said we're just crazy kids who can't know what love is until we graduate."
"That's ridiculous!" Enid exclaimed.
"I agree" Said Wednesday, this took everyone by surprise as she never comments on this topic, "My parents started being annoyingly in love at nevermore, why can't you?"
"Ajax, didn't you speak to your mum recently? What'd she say about Y/N?" Xavier said, curious.
"The usual, 'Why can't you see this is just a silly teenage fling that will be over in two months' bullshit." Ajax replied, annoyed.
...
Every friday night your little gang would meet up in Xavier's shed to hang out and unwind from the week. Normally Ajax would meet you at your dorm, but when he knocked on your door Yoko answered.
"Hey Ajax, if you're looking for Y/N she already left like an hour ago."
"But I always meet her here at 7. Where'd she go?"
"No clue, to be honest, I thought she was already with you."
"Well thanks, I'll just call everyone else and see if they've seen her."
"'Kay, bye." Yoko said as she closed the door.
"Bye" Ajax said as he was texting Xavier to see if he's seen you.
When no one said they'd seen you everyone went searching. They were walking through the corridors when they could here a piano and soft singing.
Everyone thinks that we won't make it far
Let's blow their minds
How old do you have to be to say you're in love?
10, 15, 20, 21?
"Guys!" Enid whisper-shouted, beckoning everyone over to the music room where you were sat singing.
The world seems to have their doubts about us
But I don't understand how they get a say
'Cause they don't even know us
Everyone stood in silence listening, admiring, your voice.
This is for the young ones in love
Not going by the rule of thumb
The hatred for sacred, who cares about what others want?
For you 'cause they don't have a clue
Of the extent that teenagers go to
At least make an attempt
I'll take a chance of 2%
Ajax could swear that he fell in love all over again just hearing what you had written about your relationship, showing how much love you held for him and how confident you were in your relationship surviving, despite what others say.
Everyone thinks that we're just crazy kids
Let's prove them wrong
How old do you think we'll be when we look back and laugh?
36, 52, 81?
Ajax knew right then and there that, no matter the comments your relationship brought, he was gonna marry you.
The world seems to have their doubts about us
But I don't understand how they get a say
'Cause they don't even know us
This is for the young ones in love
Not going by the rule of thumb
The hatred for sacred, who cares about what others want?
For you 'cause they don't have a clue
Of the extent that teenagers go to
At least make an attempt
I'll take a chance of 2%
Everyone else switched between watching you and watching Ajax. They didn't need to be mind readers to know what was going one in his head. He was lost in the music being created by the woman he loves, and they all knew that.
We were meant to be, it's written in the pages
Here comes the third degree
They're mad we haven't graduated
You're holding on to me
And I know you won't let go
When those words left your mouth everyone knew, no matter what, you and Ajax would stick together and face the world with each other.
This is for the young ones in love
Not going by the rule of thumb
The hatred for sacred, who cares about what others want?
For you 'cause they don't have a clue
Of the extent that teenagers go to
At least make an attempt
We are the young ones in love
Not going by the rule of thumb
The hatred for sacred, who cares about what others want?
For you 'cause they don't have a clue
Of the extent that teenagers go to
At least make an attempt
I'll take a chance of 2%
2%
This is for the young ones, for the young ones, yeah
Oh, I'll take a chance of 2%
When you stopped singing everyone started clapping, even Wednesday. It startled you but when you saw who it was the biggest smile appeared on your face. Ajax started walking over to you and he was all you could focus on.
"That was beautiful." He said, mesmerised.
"You weren't suppose to hear it." You said shyly.
"Do you really think we're gonna be together forever?"
"We're gonna be together longer the forever." You said as you stood from the piano.
Ajax placed his hands on your waist as yours wrapped around his neck.
"I love you." He said, staring into your eyes making you feel so happy to have found your soulmate so young.
"I love you too." Then he lent in, kissing you. The kiss was filled with so much love and passion, you didn't want it to end. That kiss reassured you that you would be with Ajax forever, even if your families didn't understand the love you had for each other. You don't need them to understand. It's your life, your relationship, you know what you feel, that's all you need.
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I saw the househusband au and thought of how Ruggie would be as a househusband. You can decline if you’d like to ^^
Of course, I’ll take it! I hope you enjoy this househusband musing. Thank you for requesting.
Ruggie’s frugal nature follows him to your home life. He knows how to scrape by on very little and he doesn’t see why you should live any differently. He takes advantage of sales, which leads to very eclectic meals at home. Some days, you’ll have pasta topped with things you swear pasta isn’t meant to be paired with. Other times, you might have soup ten days in a row because it was such a good sale. Ultimately, when he proudly shows you the growing savings account, you can only smile and continue to indulge him. He is just so happy to have that safety net for once in his life!
You’ll never need to call a handy man when you’re married to Ruggie. He is endlessly creative at solving problems around the home. If things break, he is pulling out his phone to watch videos on how to repair it. Don’t call someone, he can do it! And finally, if he really can’t fix it, he will find a way to repurpose your old junk for new uses once you’ve replaced it. He is the type to turn old TV’s into pet beds or aquariums like you see on Magicam. Waste not, want not!
Don’t go to an expensive hair salon, manicurist or masseuse, Ruggie will gladly do those things for you! Even if he didn’t know how to do those things before, you can bet he is going to learn how to! Why pay for someone else to do these personal things for you when your loving spouse can instead? Plus, he gets all warm and fuzzy inside when he gets to rub your head while washing your hair or hold your hand when filing your nails. It’s also couple’s time!
Back in the old neighborhood, Ruggie used to take care of all the children like they were his siblings. These days, he still seems to be well known by all the neighborhood children. If you go for a walk, you are guaranteed to have at least one child run up and ask your spouse if he wants to come play. “Sorry, I’m a little busy right now but maybe next time. Shishishi.”
After a long day of housework, he likes to lay his head in your lap and get his ears rubbed. It’s pleasant to card your fingers through his hair and rub the velvet-soft ears. He sighs with satisfaction and snuggles deeper into your lap. It’s a task you don’t mind at all, but you still like to tease him about it. You tell him he is getting as lazy as Leona, laying around all evening like this. He responds that he certainly feels like a prince when you treat him like this. You suppose a few extra minutes might be ok tonight.
You arrive home at the usual hour and open the door to your home. Ruggie hears you enter and pokes his head out of the kitchen to tell you dinner is almost ready. You take off your jacket and rub your aching shoulder, it was a long day! Then you smile at the mouth-watering aromas coming from the kitchen and head to the dining room to await what promises to be a delicious dinner.
You don’t have long to wait before Ruggie sets a plate down in front of you. It does look delicious, but you can only frown at it. Ruggie sees your expression and asks, “Something wrong?” You look at him, “This is steak.” He looks sheepish, “Yeah, so?” You give it another look; it’s a good cut of meat. “What did you do?” He looks away and says, “What, a guy can’t make a nice meal for their spouse?” You give him A LOOK. “Ok, fine, fine,” he says with a sigh.
“You know my Grannie,” he starts, “the most wonderful, amazing old lady that ever lived? The one who single-handedly raised me without ever asking for anything in return?” You narrow your eyes, “I do seem to recall such a woman, yes. Go on.” He swallows and smiles nervously before continuing. “Well, she is going to have this surgery on her knee. The doctors say she should get a nurse to help her out for a while after the surgery. Only, I was thinking, nurses are expensive and I’m home all day anyway so…why doesn’t she just come stay here while she recovers?” You raise an eyebrow, “How long is this recovery time?” He rubs the back of his head while answering, “One month.”
Granny Bucchi is a firecracker of an old woman. She tells the craziest stories, both about young Ruggie and her own life. Your favorites are obviously about Ruggie and you ask for at least one embarrassing story each day. You tell your spouse that you’ll have so much blackmail by the end of the visit, you’ll be feeling like Azul. He does not seem amused by the idea, but you plan to make the most of this opportunity. You’ll be getting foot massages for at least a year on this.
The biggest downside is that you are really feeling the lack of privacy. Once or twice, you did slip away for some private time with your favorite guy but the mischievous smile and laugh that Granny gave you the next day always makes you feel like a misbehaving teenager. So, when the month was up, you were rather eager to send Granny home to Sunset Savanah. You drive her to the train station and wave from the platform as she gets on the train. Right as the train starts pulling away, you see Granny look at Ruggie and give him a conspiratorial wink. What was that about?
When you get home, Ruggie tells you Granny left a gift and tells you that he will bring it out. He emerges from the kitchen with two flutes of champagne and an open bottle grasped between his fingers. You smile and take a glass from him. As you ‘cheers’ with your glasses, you ask your spouse, “What does Granny want to get us liquored up for?” Ruggie gets a conspiratorial grin (obviously this is an inherited expression) and says, “Oh, she said now that we don’t have an old woman around the house, maybe we’d talk about getting some great grandchildren for her. Shishishi.” You were alone and had all night free; who knows, maybe Granny will get her wish.
#househusband au#ruggie bucchi#ruggie x reader#ruggie bucci x reader#twst#twst wonderland#twisted wonderland
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In this video X
We coded it so that
Our girlfriend edges us every time we die. If we cum we lose. Can we beat the game, or will we end up coming, and losing the game? We are about to find out.
Warnings: Edging, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda), desperation, possessiveness, hair pulling kink, eating out. I think that’s it
A/N: I am dying, but I loved the way this came out. Enjoy!!!! First time I write something so long in one go
This writing is based on the video of Dream and Sapnap sharing damage.
Words: 4,073 in total, divided in 5 parts.
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V
“It will be fun, come on! Don’t be a coward. Are you scared that you are definitely going to lose? I mean George and Sapnap already agreed to do this challenge. Just say yes you dumb huge baby” You practically begged Dream to accept your video idea.
You knew it wasn’t easy for Dream to give up control, but you were hoping that he’d agree to the video. Mostly because you wanted to see him suffer a bit, but also because it was a really good idea. They can’t even complain because you’ll be doing most of the work anyways. They just had to sit pretty, play and not cum. That isn’t even difficult, or at least it seemed that way to you. You were used to being edged almost every time you had sex, so it had become something that you enjoyed and needed.
You won’t lie, it took a couple days to get Dream to agree, but something in you told you that it was going to be worth it. You couldn’t wait to see his stupid face all red and teary; exactly how he had you when he fucked you dumb. Of course, you only wanted to return the favor, it’s the least you could do for him. Your other two boyfriend were happy and quick to comply; they loved the idea of you having so much control over them at least once. George always presented as a sub, so he didn’t surprise you. However, Sapnap amazed you with how quickly he joined into the idea. Usually, he fought for control with Dream, so you’d imagine he liked to be in control, but maybe he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with you.
Patience is a virtue that you were lucky to possess. Specially when Dream took 2 weeks to finally decide *news flash* that he wanted to be part of the video. The setting of the video was simple. Three desks munched together in the master bedroom. The computers barely touching; to say the least it was comfortable for a few hours. You smiled at the three man-children sitting in the chairs arguing about who should get you on their lap. Of course, you had to do something to be able to get them all content.
“Don’t worry you’ll get more than just having me in your lap if you lose” you winked finishing your sentence and continued “I will have to edge you each time you lose, so I don’t think it matters. I’ll just watch from the sidelines until… you die” you gave a mischievous smile as the boys gulped at your implication. However, they were quick to move to their respective seats to start the game. They were slightly scared that they would have to attempt to not die when they had to share damage. I mean sure Dream and Sapnap would probably kill each other just for fun usually, but there was George and his obsession with eating a FULL steak when he only had 1 hunger bar down. Of course, it was going to be difficult, but it wasn’t rock science. You knew they’d figure it out.
“In this video, my friend coded it, so that we share our damage. However, if we die, the person that got us killed has to get edged by our girlfriend. Will we be able to win without too much stimulation or will we end up overstimulated? We are about to find out.”
Firstly, they were confused underestimating the challenge (Like usual) Talking about how they were “Professionals” and they wouldn’t even die a single time. It was no surprise that George was the one that got them all killed. The boys cursing as they had gotten way too into the game to remember the real challenge of the game. Therefore, you were expecting the spooked jump that George gave as you suddenly appeared kneeling in front of him. He swallowed nervously as he looked at the other boys with a snarky smile that was soon wiped off his face as you yanked his pants off. His cock resting softly against his right thigh; you bent slightly down to give a kiss to the head of his dick watching it twitch at the touch. The boys were quick to catch on to what you needed as Dream walked right next to George bending down to spit right on top of George’s cock. You smiled up at him gracefully as you started pumping his dick softly although the way Dream spat on his cock, and the kiss you gave him had him already half hard. It only took a minute for him to get completely hard. You kept pumping him as you bent down to start lick him. George held onto the armrests of his seat as he tried his best to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. You smirked at the action; even in this moment he was still trying his best to be a good boy. You winked at him shortly before starting to move your mouth effectively sucking him off slowly. His head thrown back as he got himself lost in the pleasure. Eyes rolling back as he could feel the tightness of your throat around his length. The wetness your mouth provided had him almost going completely crazy. His hips buckled into your mouth as his whines and moans got more desperately. Hard cock being engulfed by the tightness of your mouth. The gummy wet feeling bringing him close to heaven; a harsh tug of your hair pulled you back from the wrecked man that was trying his best to stop himself from cumming in your mouth. Dream was quick to pull you back from George as he started watching the way the older man was slowing losing his sanity. You pulled away from George as Dream helped up from your knees.
You weren’t too surprised to see that Sapnap was already hard in his pants as he took a long look at George. You smiled at him as you bent down to spit in his mouth like he had done to you so many times; you simply wanted to give him a taste of George’s precum. Sapnap immediately swallowed as he let out a moan at the taste of the older man. You smirked as you took a sit back were you used to be as the boys got less happy with the idea of the game; they just wanted to fuck you as they continued to play the game reluctantly. They resumed the game as George grunted about having to start over again while the other boys teased him about being whiney because of the edging. You watched the game intently until Dream stupidly got knocked back into a cactus making Sapnap (that had low health) die. Unsurprisingly, the two of them started bickering about who’s fault it was until a sharp clap cut through the discussion making all of them turn towards you. You sat silently with a smile in you face as both boys swallowed nervously.
You walked towards Dream slowly cupping his cheek as you looked into his pretty eyes. “Come on baby, you know that was your fault.” He mindlessly nodded entranced by having your lips just a gasp away from his own. He closed his eyes waiting for you to make your lips collide together; you simply swiped your tongue against his awaiting. His eyes opening quickly at the unusual feeling of your wet muscle. You swore you saw his eyes getting just a bit darker as he understood what had happened. You could hear a distant “shit” from one of the boys, but you were too focused on the green orbs in front of you to even analyze which of the boys said it. You didn’t need to tell him any further as he took off his pants. Cock springing free from his pants looking almost painful; you took him by surprise as you pushed him back onto his chair. Mouth hanging open as you looked straight at his eyes using one hand to push your hair away from your face while your other handheld his cock; your own mouth parting to let out a blob of spit onto the head of his cock. His chest rose violently at the sudden heat from your spit hitting the tip of his cock made him shiver. Your hand wrapped around his cock without a second thought which made the tall man jump at the sudden feeling. His cock practically jumping into the hole you made with the hand that held your cock as he accidentally fucked his cock into your hand. He looked almost weak which was ironic to think that your 6’2 boyfriend could look so submissive just for you. The sight just tickled the right parts of your brain making your mind almost hazy with the feeling of being in power after so long. His nails digging themselves into the armrest of his gaming chair, and you wished you could engrave this picture into your eyelids to watch it forever. He was pushed back into his chair almost making it lay down completely; neck holding his head forcefully in position just so he could see your movements on his cock. Veins bulging in his arms as his nails dug deeper into the armrests of the chair. His chest was moving quickly up and down as he tried to calm himself down, but his hips seemed to ignore him as they bucked into your hand with such force. The action sparking a small memory in your mind of how that same movement of his hips could make you cry every time he fucked you. The memory disintegrating in the distance of your mind as you were brought back to reality by a rough hand wrapping around yours. You looked into Dream’s beautiful green eyes to find his eyebrows pushed together as his mouth let out whimpers begging you to hold him tighter. He implored you to squeeze your hand around him as if your hand could ever compare to how well your cunt squeezed his cock. He was letting himself go just a little too much, but just when he forgot the whole point of the challenge. Just when you were giving him exactly what he needed your hand pulled away; ripping with you a loud whine from your boyfriend. Hips fighting to get his cock back to your hand. Whimpers and groans left his lips as he tried his best to calm down after you stole the sweet relief from him.
#sapnap x reader#dream smut#georgenotfound smut#dream x reader#dream team smut#dreamwastaken smut#georgenotfound x reader#sapnap smut#dream team x reader#dream team
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Hihi get it? Because Eve is my name-
Okay, in all seriousness, hi to old friends. It's been a while. Almost half a year it seems. I took too much pressure on this thing which should have been like a hobby and not... like work. We aren't getting paid to do this so I want my free time to be escapist and fun and not another reason to fall into previous habits.
I am rambling. The tldr is that I am on my rebrand and self care era after a year of disappointment after disappointment so I want to do something fun and have fun.
Who am I?
I am... people on here call me Eve, but I have juggling around new pen names I could start using, mainly because my last one I have used ever since middle school. So, you can call me Eve, but don't wonder if you see other names popping up like Alina Ellis and E.V May that are now the top runners up.
I am queer, probably more neurodivergent than diagnosed but I am too broke to get tested. I live in Finland. I am 22 years old and right now I am trying to get my papers to be a full time teacher's aid, and maybe apply to study to be a elementary school teacher.
I love K-pop, especially stray kids and (g)-idle, classical literature, media about problematic women doing problematic stuff, Taylor Jenkins Reed's historical books, pretending to watch indie movies even tough I would rather just watch musicals on loop.
As a writer, I love to write some good angst. I have recently tried to write some more positive stories and just have fun but I can have fun while writing some pain. I really love complex female lead that has that delicious female rage in her. I also almost always have at least one lesbian couple or/and wholesome guy with a girlboss woman.
my WIPs
Drafting
All the great love stories
Six love stories all different in nature. An evil sorceress waiting for her turn in the steak falling in love with her guard. Cabaret performer seducing the police officer and getting more that she barganded for. Children of rival mob bosses falling in love. Two soulmates trying to find each other. Mad scientist trying to keep their lover alive. Girl with unbeliavable power who can't seem to die. All of the stories are different but they all have one faithful similarity: All of the stories end in a tragedy.
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Tag: WIP: ATGLS
False Gods
the story of Beatrix Jones, the lead singer of the rising indie rock band Aurora Four. With fame and success on the rise, Beatrix and her bandmates navigate the music industry while keeping their identities hidden behind masks, a decision made after a scandal threatened their careers. Is the hid indentity worth the criminal activity they tangled themselves in.
Tag: WIP: FG
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The vanishing act
a mystery thriller about a mystical carnival whose employees seem all to be identical to missing people trough out the years, and haven't aged a day even if 100 years have gone by. After year of gaslighting, Amanda witnesses her best friend and her mother, looking almost same age, in the circus performing.
Tag: WIP: Circus Moirai
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Mika Connelly VS the power of love
Mika Connelly never thought something like this cpuld happen to her. After pissing off a fortune teller, who was secretly Cupid in disguise, Mika Connelly is forced to live in a teen romance novel so Cupid can prove that everyone falls in love at least someone. Problem is, Mika is aroace, so romance is final thing she could think about.
To escape her rose colored prison, Mika makes a deal with cupid. Cupid has 20 chances to make Mija fall in love. Mika's mission on the other hand, is to make her new love interest not in love with her anymore. If she fails, she is trapped eternally as a high school senior in a warpped version of her old high school.
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On the shelve rn:
Children of Jessamine
Fantasy story about a queen who has to make a choice between betraying her country to join her husbands enemy, or protecting her son while the time is ticking. People might soon find out, the crown prince isn't the kings child
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Also I have couple on hiatus that some people might remember. I think I'll come back to them at some point.
What I am doing on tumblr?
I am not probably going to be that active on ask games and all of those but I do want to do stuff and be creative so I have couple of ideas that maybe could be fun.
I want to do trailers for my wips. I want to edit again and I don't vibe with any fandom where I could do the edits I want
fake scenes from the books as edits too
more organized stuff
I just want to be creative without putting pressure on myself.
Other tags:
Eve Rambling: My random ramblings
Eve venting: If I need to vent
Eve being creative: creative stuff other than writing
other people's x: Other people's writeblr
So... Sorry for the essay lmao. But feel free to messenge me. I'll follow back. Let's have some fun!
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I’ve been living with my boyfriend and his family for a while. Now I’ve haven’t really stuffed myself like before but these people.. they eat a LOT
So here’s a little feedee story from me to you ❤️
We were about to eat one day, and we got called to the table. As soon as I looked around, I saw on everyone’s seat, a massive ducking steak with potatoes, Caesar salad, the steak was medium rare, seasoned and there were ribs as well 😳 I don’t know how I did it but I managed to cram everything in my stomach
However, I was bloated, so much so that my shirt actually rolled up and I was trying hard to pull it down to avoid any awkward situations 😅 I am not joking when I say I felt PREGNANT. And looked it as well. I’ve always been told I look a couple of months along but this time? Like you could’ve swore I was at least on my third trimester
Anyways my mind started to race, and eventually because the struggle was too real, my shirt wouldn’t cover my belly button anymore, letting my piercing to be on display, I tried hiding under the table. At this point I’m red as a tomato. I had to say I needed the bathroom because I’m turned on, and I need to get something bigger to hide my food baby anyways. I got a hoodie, but this wasn’t even enough, it was still showing even under the hoodie!
Needless to say, when I say I’m being well fed, I mean WELL FED
Like these pictures right here, they’re tonight! I haven’t even eaten in a bit and i can already tell I’ve gained weight. So that 220 lbs on my profile is no longer accurate
The best part of it all is that I’m about to start hrt, and if you’re a trans woman you know that taking estrogen makes you ravenous, and I mean hungry 24/7. This means I’ll gain even more and probably a bit faster too. Not only on my belly but also around my body like hips, butt, chest. So I think I’m about to become a fully fledged fatty 🥰
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Burn (Ash Williams x f!Reader)
Summary: Ash tries to make dinner for Y/N. Extra emphasis on tries.
Warnings: none
Request?: No
A/N: This one's a little short but that's okay.
Leaving Ash alone in the kitchen was a disaster waiting to happen, and Y/N found that out the hard way. Having her entire apartment building evacuated because he’d managed to set the fire alarm off with a couple of slices of bacon was enough to ban him from using anything other than the microwave for life. He was just trying to help and take some of her workload off her, but she would rather have edible food that didn’t make the fire alarm blare.
After that incident, it was decided that Y/N would take care of the cooking and Ash would do the dishes afterwards. Ash didn’t always follow that and it just so happened that on a rare occasion that he was off work while Y/N was out, he would try to surprise her with a meal he cooked himself. Or at least tried to cook.
Luckily, Y/N had gotten home before the smoke detector woke up, but to an apartment full of steam and the distinctive smell of burnt beef. She sighed as she took her coat off and hung it up before making her way to the kitchen. Ash was standing at the stove, trying to fry two steaks in a pan that was too small, completely oblivious to the disaster waiting to happen.
“Hey, baby,” he said to Y/N as she grabbed a towel and stretched up to waft it against the smoke detector. “I made dinner.”
“Yeah, I see that,” Y/N said and reached around Ash to turn the burner off. Steam billowed off the pan and she was glad to see that Ash was holding it with his right hand, saving her from doing any first aid. “I don’t think we can eat it, though.”
“Why not?” Ash asked, moving away from the stove and letting her take the pan from him. “You like your steak well done, right?”
“Well done and charred are not the same thing, honey.” Y/N set the pan aside and turned around to face Ash. “Ash, what did I tell you about cooking?”
“Hey, I’m not as bad a cook as you think I am,” Ash said, his voice taking on a slightly defensive tone. “I want to get better at it, and I can’t do that if you won’t let me.”
Y/N sighed and reached up to take Ash’s face in her hands, her skin still warm from moving the pan.
“I know you want to help and learn but you could at least let me teach you,” she said gently. “And not almost start a fire in the kitchen while I’m out.”
Ash let his face lean into her touch before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her. “I just wanted to do something nice for you,” he said. “You always work so hard.”
“You don’t need to do anything nice for me, just not destroying my kitchen or getting me evicted is enough,” Y/N said as Ash rested his head on her shoulder. “What’s the occasion, anyway? There’s been nothing going on recently.”
“Well, I did forget Valentine’s Day.”
“Ash, that was a month ago, I don’t care about that anymore.”
“I still wanted to do something special,” Ash said, his voice muffled by Y/N’s shoulder. “They told me those were the best steaks in the store, I got a huge discount on them.”
“We could always order in,” Y/N suggested as she nudged his head off of her. “I got paid so we can afford it.”
“No, I’ll pay,” he said firmly. “If we’re gonna make this to be like a date, I should pay. I’m the man, after all.”
“But you spent the last of your paycheck on those steaks, Mr Man,” Y/N teased. She giggled when Ash visibly deflated, remembering that he was, in fact now, broke.
“Damn, guess you will have to pay then,” he said as he let Y/N guide him over to the sofa so they could sit down together.
“Don’t worry, honey, your manly ego will recover,” Y/N said and cuddled up to him. “And I’ll help you the next time you want to cook something, you don’t need to do it yourself.”
“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re waiting on me, that’s all.”
“I understand completely, but I would need a functioning kitchen in order to do that.”
“So you’re not mad that I burned dinner?” Ash asked sheepishly.
Y/N tipped her head up and leaned in to softly kiss him. He returned her kiss, feeling her warm face against his, their noses brushing against one another as he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She broke away for air briefly before letting him kiss her again and again as he stroked her back and she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I’ll take that as you not being mad,” he mumbled against her mouth before she fully pulled away from him, still seated on his lap.
“Of course not,” Y/N said and stroked his cheek with her fingers. “I could never be mad at you for wanting to help, you know that.”
Ash smiled warmly at her before leaving one last kiss on her lips.
“So, what’re we gonna eat tonight? Lady’s choice.”
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On March 24th 2012, just two days after his 62nd birthday Scotland lost a legend when John Thomas "Jocky" Wilson passed away at his home in at Kirkcaldy.
Jocky spent most of his early life in orphanages after it was deemed his mother and father were unfit to bring him up, his jobs included a couple of years in the army, a coal delivery man, fish processor, and also a miner at Kirkcaldy's Seafield Colliery. He also worked for a time at the Lister Bar, the local where a 19-year-old Wilson first learned to play darts, he never thought when throwing those first arrows that he would ever become the champion of the world and a Scottish legend.
From his debut at the World Championship in 1979 until 1991, Wilson managed to reach at least the quarter-finals of the tournament on every occasion. Wilson also lifted the British Professional Championship four-times between 1981 and 1988, as well as the British Open and Matchplay titles.
Wilson was also generous with his time for charity and had a neat line in self-deprecation. He was known as 'Gumsy' because his constant sweet-eating and refusal to brush his teeth - 'my Gran told me the English poison the water' - meant that he had lost his last tooth by the age of 28. Following the 1982 triumph, Wilson paid £1,200 for dentures. But he never took to them. They made him belch when drinking, he complained. And once, celebrating a victory, they flew out of his mouth and on to the oche. In the end, they were employed as a ball marker in pool games with Bristow.
'People might think that having no teeth snookers you when it comes to eating,' Wilson wrote in his 1983 autobiography, Jocky. 'But I can manage just about anything with my gums. I can chew a steak provided it's well done. I can even eat apples. Great Yarmouth rock and nuts are the only two things that defeat me.'
Other tales include the time he kicked Bristow's shin before they were due to play each other - the Crafty Cockney, who became Wilson's firm friend, was forced to shake hands on stage with a bleeding shin. And after one defeat he fell off the stage.
Sadly after being diagnosed with diabetes Jocky gave it all up, he became bankrupt and spent the remainder of his life, with his Argentinian wife, Malvina in a council flat in the town he grew up in, as virtual recluse, shielded by his wife when visitors knocked on his door, be it journalists or just well wisher fans nobody got through the door.
I will always remember the early days of television darts and Wee Jocky, at the oche, a true character. When he won his first world title at Jollees Cabaret Club in Stoke, Sid Waddell announced him as "Jocky Wilson , The lad has the psychology of a claymore!”
RIP Jocky!
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