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euaphoric · 10 months

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“YOU MAKE ME SO PROUD”

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, smut, dom jk/sub reader, sloppy kissing, biting?, piv, exchange of bodily fluids (saliva & c*m), this is kinda nasty lol srry **ik i said i wasn’t gonna post during my vacay but i just couldn’t help it ig ..>.<

he looks like a dream. effortlessly flawless even post workout, his damp hair sticking to his face with streaks of sweat running alongside his neck. you weren’t making it obvious enough that you’re pretty much drooling over your eye candy of a boyfriend; never being able to control yourself when you see him in that state (or at all to be completely frank), nearing impossible to contain a somewhat normal composure. as soon as he came back in the bedroom you practically pounced on him like a kitten, straddling his thigh between your legs. “damn baby, i was only gone for an hour,” a crafty smirk plastered across his face at your neediness “missed me that bad?” his thigh tensed up under you causing a light whimper to escape from your lips, you nod, “mhmm, i always miss you… need to always be with you.” it was kinda pathetic to admit but very true, every waking moment you spent without him felt utterly miserable, it could be a second, a minute, an hour; you were bound by him and his presence.

leaning further into him as you bat your lashes, closing the space between you — pouty lips brushing up against his ever so slightly to tease him just a little. he was so pretty and perfect — and all yours. you still can’t believe he’s real sometimes, you could cry by just staring at him. a hand sneaks behind your ear, carefully tucking pieces of hair behind it; a set of plush lips met with yours to bloom into a slow but passionate kiss. the abrasive metal of his lip ring grazes against your bottom lip, no matter the copious amounts you kiss it never manages not to leave you shivering under him. you purr into his mouth out of desperation, grinding your soaked core against his toned thigh for an ounce of stimulation. his free hand snaked up to your back, gliding his fingertips underneath your dainty tank top tracing lines along your spine, engraving shallow crescents with his nails. your lips part open at the brush of his tongue, wrapping it around yours, he had far more of a lasting effect than any kind of drug, intoxicated by his sinful taste.

his embrace felt all the more than loving — it was familiar, warm, and protective. skin on skin, body to body; beautifully unraveling as one. your mouth flew open when he slid himself in but no audible noise came out — it was but a silent scream. he was sporting a semi-hard on but once fully submerged and accustomed to you tightening around him your walls could feel his length slowly swell up inside you, it was one of those indescribable feelings you cherish forever. “better start moving baby, this dicks not gonna ride itself.” he demanded, slightly bucking his hips up to feel some motion, “or do i have to fuck the daylights outta you instead, hm?” that offer was extremely tempting, but it’s not like he’s just going to do that later. “n-no, wanna ride you kookie… i’ll start moving” you mutter, shakily rutting your hips against him, he fills you up so perfectly as if his cock was designed solely for you. placing both palms on his broad shoulders for anchorage while raising your hips to now finally properly ride his fully erect member. “fuck… s-so big— so full..” you don’t think you’ll ever get used to how he stuffs you completely. his low grunts were the most melodic tone to your ears, along with his heavy panting and nails digging into the dips of your hips — he had your head spinning.

jungkook was enthralled with the fact only he could have you like this, a pretty little whiny mess just for him. his cock throbbing in you intensely made you clench around the thickness, mouth falling back open to reveal a long strand of your saliva, this only brought him more joy as he pulled you in for another kiss, moaning nonstop into his mouth. you picked up a steady rhythm while riding him, moving up and down as you tangle your fingers in his raven locks, feverishly making out with him. it all felt too good, he felt amazing, it became almost too much for you. you gnawed at his lower lip when you pulled slightly away, leaving another string of your spit connected together; he drove you madly insane. his attention went soaring elsewhere now, producing wet kisses along your side profile, to your neck, gently sucking and biting on the skin to admit a reaction. a deliberate shriek leaves your mouth, feeling your muscles tighten as you tremble, he left more faint love bites to your collarbone and visible bite marks to your shoulder. he notices your struggle to stay balanced and shifts his arm, decorated with the prettiest tattoos, firmly on your waist to keep you in place. “i love how you take this dick like a pro babe, you make me so proud every time.” he praised, his encouraging words help you build quicker stamina, bouncing on his cock as if you were deprived of it for months.

“you know i love you right princess?” he husks, assuring that this’ll always mean something more than just sex to him, you were far from disposable, his love runs deeper than you could ever imagine. “y-yes kookie, i do. i love you t-too— oh fuck!” your head plunges backward when he thrusts his cock back into you to match your movements, bringing one of his veiny hands to come rub your ass, sinking you further into him. you kept a steady pace as you lower your middle finger to play with your swollen clit as you rode him, the extra stimulation to your nub had your head dropping lower in reverse. you were so excruciatingly wet all you could hear were his hard breaths mixed with your soaking heat slamming into his cock, only thing running through your mind was getting to milk him empty once you both reach your climax. a moan slips the both of your lips in unison as you squeeze your eyes shut from euphoric sense of pleasure, “no no, look at me baby— keep ‘em open.” he ordered. your eyes flicker open once again, obediently following his rules, giving him the eye contact he so desperately craves.

“love looking at this pretty face every single fucking day,” he groans, still holding your hips securely in his grasp, “mine, mine, mine.” each time he’d say it another deep stroke would slam into your cervix. a final hit to your sweet spot had you trembling under him, crying out his name while screaming at the top of your lungs — you can tell he was getting close too by his chest heaving and sultry grunts and moans laced with an endless loop of your name being said. your face contorts from your nearing orgasm imploding you, the o-shape formation of your lips taking over, “g-gonna cum koo… can feel it!” a drawn-out sigh leaving your breath as you catch it, “go ahead baby, let go for me. you have my permission.” he grants your undying wish with those words, chasing your high as you finally let go, cream leaking down the sides of his cock. “fuck, so good, such a good girl for me.” he felt himself closer to the edge, “where do you want my cum this time babe?” he asks impatiently. “in mouth pleathe.” you offer generously, getting up to open wide and let him dump all his hot cum eagerly down your throat. you swallowed it all in one gulp, revealing your spotless tongue; everything you do makes him so proud to call you his. <3

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fandoms--fluff · 7 months

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Baby Gilbert

Flufftober, October 15th

Little gilbert sister reader x Stefan Salvatore x Elena Gilbert

Summary: You have a nightmare and go to your big sister's room for comfort

Warnings: none

A/n: I forgot I actually completed this work, but it's a bit older, so keep that in mind😅

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Your the youngest gilbert sibling being 5 years old, as of right now it’s later in the night almost 11pm. Jeremy is at one of his friends houses for the night and Jenna is at Alaric’s apartment so it’s just you, Elena and Stefan since he was also here with Elena in her bedroom helping with history homework because he lived during the 19th century.

You just woke up, starting to cry from the nightmare you were having seconds before. After a couple of minutes and a few whimpers immitted from you, you got up and went into Jeremy’s room since his was the closest to yours. When you got into his room and climbed onto his bed you realized that your brother wasn’t there. Sliding off his bed and landing on your knees you started to go over to Elena’s room seeing that the door was cracked open a bit and her light was on. You crept up to her door and opened it a little bit more slowly walking in but soon saw that the person sitting on the bed wasn't your sister but Stefan your sister's boyfriend.

Stefan noticed you, looking up from the text book laying across his knees. "Hi y/n/n. What's wrong, what are you doing up?" He asked seeing the tear streaks on your face and you fidgeting around.

"Had bad drweam" you answered trembling in your voice a little bit.

"Well do you want to talk about it?" Stefan concerned for you since your only a little kid.

You thought about it and slowly shook your head, not knowing how to explain it exactly. There were tears still running down your face and you went over to the side of the bed where he was sitting. Looking up at him with puppy dog eyes you lifted your arms up making grabby hand motions for him.

"Alright hun, here we go" Stefan smiled and moved the text book off his legs then picked you up and set you down onto his lap facing him.

You leaned into his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him. Your tears are damping his shirt but he doesn't care and hugged your tiny self back.

Stefan thought how if Damon saw him right he wouldn't let this go for the rest of the month, teasing him.

"Where Lena?" You looked up at him.

"She's in the bathroom, getting ready for bed" Stefan answered and started to rub small circles on your back.

You nodded and leaned forward against his chest again. While dozing off you started to trace shapes on the front of his left shoulder. Stefan softly smiled at your cute actions and looked over to where Elena walked out of the bathroom, dressed in her pajamas. Elena observed how your in Stefan’s lap with his arms wrapped around you, and she also noticed the tear streaks on your cheeks.

“Aww this is so cute” Elena almost squealed at the cuteness in front of her.

She picked up her cell phone from the dresser and snapped a couple pictures of you two in one of them Stefan flipping off the camera. Elena sat down next to the two of you by now you were fast asleep and can’t hear Elena telling Stefan off for pulling the middle finger stunt.

“Want me to put her to bed Stef?” Elena asked, kissing the top of your head.

Stefan immediately held onto you tighter and quietly growled when Elena tried to take you. She suppressed her laugh at Stefan’s protectiveness over you. “At least if you ever look after her than I know she’s going to be safe” Elena pointed out and Stefan nodded.

“Oh yeah why does y/n have tear stains on her face?” Elena asked remembering.

“She had a bad dream that scared her to start crying” Stefan answered.

“What could’ve scared her so much that it brought her to crying” Elena wondered since you usually didn’t have any bad dreams.

“I don’t know but let’s not worry too much, if it keeps happening then we can start to worry. But now I think we should just got to sleep in case we wake her.” Stefan nodded down to your sleeping state.

Elena agreed and both of them laid down, Elena turning the lights off and yet you were still fast asleep in Stefan’s embrace. Its taking Elena all her might not to ‘aww’ at the cuteness beside her.

“You know if Damon ever finds out he’s never going to let it go” Elena whispered.

“Well let’s hope he doesn’t and that she doesn’t say anything about this to him” Stefan responded.

“That won’t be a problem for her, Damon has already scared her enough to the point she won’t be in the same room with him alone” Elena said rolling her eyes at the thought.

“If she wasn’t scared of him then we could really piss him off by getting him to babysit” Stefan chuckled a bit but stopped not wanting to wake you.

Elena quietly laughed a bit and nodded.

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luv4georgie · 4 days

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moth to a flame.

Lando Norris x fem!medic!fwb!reader

in which formula one star, Lando Norris, suddenly feels light headed during an interview… or does he? he comes up to his favourite fwb who is McLaren’s medic, Y/n Y/l/n, and asks for a little help.

warnings: smut!!, just barley voyeurism, jealous ass reader, fluffy aswell

prompts 16 and 17- “jealous much?” and “don’t cover your mouth, i wanna hear you”

“he seems like he’s good for you”

it was a Friday and Lando was talking to this interviewer about how it went. he was saying he was quite happy and that he was ready for qualifying tomorrow. what he didn’t seem to notice was that the interviewer was getting a little but too close for someone’s liking. someone’s liking being mine. i was a medic for McLaren and i was watching from a-far, watching Lando. every minute or so he would eye me as-well. minutes went by and the interviewer kept getting close and i was kept getting jealous.

about 5 minutes passed and Lando’s smug smile was wiped off and he had a hand of his head, his middle finger and thumb on either temple. my brows furrowed and watched as he said something to the interviewer with his eyes squinted. she nodded and touched his arm before saying goodbye. i didn’t even notice Lando was walking over to me until he spoke “my head really hurts” he said vaguely grinning. i didn’t realise it so i brought him to the little room with my name on it and sat him down. before i sat down myself i felt strong hands on my waist. i looked down at Lando and he was smirking up at me. “jealous much?” he questioned. “i saw you, getting all worked up over me talking to another girl” he said again. “well, what you didn’t seem to notice is that she was getting rather close to you” “oh i noticed baby” he argued back.

my jaw clenched “well than why didn’t you do something!?” i said, almost shouting. he just smiled even wider, amused by my clear annoyance. “because i love seeing you get all aroused” he spoke. my face dropped and that’s when i felt it. the wet spot on my underwear grew. Lando just smiled impossibly wider and my cheeks heated up. he patted his lap “sit down sweet” i did as he said. i swung my leg over one of his and straddled his hips. he moved his hands from my waist down to my ass and rested them there. my eyes fluttered shut to the feeling of his hard-on against me. i slowly started to rock myself back and forth on him. the friction of my pants against him was enough to get me going. “shit” we both whispered.

we carried on like that for a few seconds until he told me to get up, in which i did. as i stood up, Lando’s hands slowly crept up from where they were in place, which was on my arse, and up to the hem of my grey joggers. he pulled them back and let go. he then pulled my pants down to my ankles and let me step out of them. his eyes widened and i blushed “you’re so wet already baby” he said as he ran his fingers down my stomach and over my clothed core. i moaned at the feeling, wanting more. he smirked. Lando then removed his fingers from their place and hooked them around the hem of my panties. he pulled them down in a swift, quick motion.

“it’s unfair” i said in a huff, crossing my arms. “what is darling?” “you’ve still got your clothes on” my eyebrows furrowed and my lips turned down ever so slightly. he chuckled and pulled his McLaren hoodie off of himself, revealing his bare chest. he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off which continued to reveal his black boxers, which had a rather large tent in them. i smiled at the sight and he stood up backing me up into a wall, taking my shirt off during the process. when he did that my flattering black bra was on show. he instantly looked up at me, i nodded giving consent, and brought his hands up to my boobs to massage them. i moaned and threw my head back at the feeling, a fluttering warmth in my stomach as Lando did so. he reached around to my back and unclipped my bra, letting it fall.

Lando moaned into my neck as he kissed it and slowly trailed his kisses down my collarbone and into my cleavage. my eyes rolled to the back of my head as i felt him kiss my right boob and then my left. his fingers went back down to my pussy and circled my clit a few times, before running his fingers up and down my slit. i moaned again at this. “please Lan i need you i-inside of me” i pouted. “to be fair i don’t think i can hold on any longer baby” he responded. Lando pulled down his boxers just enough to free is cock. “even bigger than i remember” i said, smirking. it had been quite a while since we last fucked. and no we aren’t together or anything, just work friends with benefits!

he snaked his arms around my waist and ran his hands down to the back of my thighs, where he tapped gently to let me know to jump up which i did. that earned a small grunt from the both of us. Lando then proceeded to be a dickhead and tease me even more. after, bare in mind, he said that he couldn’t wait any longer. i groaned and slapped his shoulder playfully. he chuckled and grabbed a-hold of his cock and guided it to where i needed him most. with one swift, slow thrust he was inside of me. he let me adjust like it was the first time and after a few seconds he got himself going, all the while holding me against the wall. i covered my mouth trying to cover up the rather loud moan i could feel bubbling deep within my throat but “don’t cover your mouth,pretty, i want to here you” was all Lando could manage. so i did. i let him here me, maybe the whole of the McLaren team heard me i was that loud. “that’s what i like to hear” Lando said deeply.

then he started really moving. it was euphoric. i felt like i was high it was that good. it was like everything was moving in slow-motion. from the way my head threw back to the way Lando pressed open-mouthed kisses to my neck. butterflies were in my stomach and i couldn’t control myself. Lando was thrusting in and out of me at an ungodly speed trying to get us both off. he groaned “fuck Y/n/n” then i started whimpering and looked Lando in the eyes. mine started to prick with tears. “oh i know baby, i know” he whispered lightly in my ear. he groaned and i whimpered and that’s when it really felt ethereal. it was like we were both floating on a massive cloud. Lando pushed down on my stomach and my head threw back so quick i could’ve broken my neck. then we both did it was the same time, we orgasmed together, something everyone loved to do. him inside of me and me on his dick. a string of moans and swear words came out the both of us. my body spasmed, which was still being held up against the wall my Lando. the orgasm lasted a minute or two and after that he thrusted a few more times, trying his best not to drive me into overstimulation.

“that. was. amazing” Lando said between kisses on my lips. i just smiled woozily and let my body go limp. he giggled breathlessly and kisses my temple. “cmon sweet, let’s get you cleaned up” he ripped a-bit of paper off of the paper towel roll and ran it under the sink. he cleaned me up and then himself. we sat down and held each-other for a few seconds, taking in the presence of the other that we both rarely see. “official?” Lando said. i hummed questionably, opening my eyes to look up at him while cocking my head to the right ever so slightly. “do you want to make it official? you and me, i mean” he answered my unspoken question. i smiled “yes” i whispered croakily. he smiled and pressed a kiss to my head until… “Lando!!” was heard from outside our little space.

AUTHORS NOTE‼️‼️ i feel like this is so cute ALSO first smut ever 😝✌️hope you guys enjoyed <3

based of off the lovely @slytherinholland’s request!!! ❤️❤️

#Spotify #f1 #f1 x reader imagines #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #nolan hansen #cl16

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gremlingottoosilly · 9 months

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[If you need to be mean] chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Konig has a bit of personal time while thinking about you during a mission. TW: Konig being a huge pervert, Canon-Typical violence, Dub-Con, Innocence kink, Age difference(Konig in his yearly 40, Reader in young 20)

Pairing: Konig x fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Power Imbalance, Hurt/Comfort, Size Kink, Possessive Konig, Yandere Konig, Creepy scary stalker Konig, written mostly from Konig's perspective

Fun fact – the sound of blood splattering on the ground is very similar to the sound of hand lotion being squeezed on his hand as he desperately palms his dick at the thought of your legs and the curve of your ass perking from that short skirt of yours.

Even more fun fact – the way his hands are snapping the enemy's necks are very similar to how roughly he squeezes his cock every time the mere thought of your glossy lips wrapped around that damn pen or twisted in a shy smile appears in his mind.

Not so fun fact – he is still in the middle of the battlefield, with a huge boner.

— Sector 3 cleared, sir.

— Affirm, taking the position on the balcony. Hutch, the breach.

— On it, sir. Getting company out ‘ere.

— Horangi, get on Hutch’s sector and help him.

— Thought I had my break, sir.

— Scheisse, get on with it!

— Affirm, sir.

Hutch is in the service of breaking windows – König just hopes that no civilian living in that building would be even more mad at them for doing it than they were before. They aren’t doing much, of course, just saving their lives – but he knows better than anyone how harmful for the reputation it might be. Horangi would help with the extraction of enemy soldiers, and newer recruits would finally have a chance of proving themselves without being a total crapsacks of uselessness.

They all have their duties and König feels weird for not doing anything particularly important. He kills enemies, of course, he already lost count at how many soldiers he killed once they entered the building with possible threats that are spreaded among the multiple rooms. He gives orders and it’s such a weird motion – he was in charge before, of course. He didn’t get the colonel rank right off the bat, but for the first time in at least 20 years of his service, he feels…bored. Dangerously bored, that kind of bored that makes people do crazy and dangerous stuff just to feel something.

He might just clear a whole section by himself – he has done it before, he got his first few ranks for being able to kill dozens of enemies while not getting major injuries himself. He almost forgot the rush of bloodlust that a good fight brought him – and he is almost bored enough to not even care whether he would survive this fight or not. Adrenaline is pumping in his head, that urging desire to do something fun is breaking all the doctrines and rules that he obliged when climbing up the hierarchy.

It’s not really fun, to make your soldiers kill people for you – he would love to do it himself, of course, feel their pulses slowly dying up under his grasp. It’s not really fun, being forced to do everything by the rules, checking if there really are no civilians in these locations, to ask anyone who is not shooting at him immediately, if they want to yield before killing them anyway because they decided to attack him with some secretly holstered weapon.

He can break his own orders and just eliminate the whole cell by himself – he has done it before already, when he had nothing to lose but his 3 months of experience in the army and some cash that he got from parents when they were still talking to him. It would be fun, really, it might make life worth living again, even for just a second. He picks up his gun in a more productive, dangerous manner, almost falling to the desire to fight hand-to-hand, to see life slowly dying out in their eyes. He can…

There aren’t a lot of things that can really distract him from his bloodlust. The desire to kill, destroy, to do everything in his power to make someone else suffer, pay for the sins of his traumas without knowing shit about it. He never snapped out of it on someone else’s accord before, it was always because he got tired or adrenaline rush washed off from his system. Nothing is able to really calm him down, even the fancy toys his therapist is trying to provide to him as some dumb rituals – breathe, count to ten, please don’t kill everyone in this room because they looked at you funny, all of these useless things.

There isn't a lot of stuff that comes to mind when he is in battle – except for the desire to kill. But then he thinks of you again, the way you are definitely going to be tight around his cock, probably bulging with outlines of his shaft ravaging your smaller body, how sweet your moans can be while you are screaming his name and making everyone on base know that no, their commander isn’t some sexless and faceless monstrous creature that can never experience human emotions. He thinks of how perfect you would look like under him, begging him to let you cum – and suddenly, even when another enemy is charging at him, feeble attempt to take him by surprise, he isn’t really thinking about how sweet the sound of bullets going through his flesh is.

Jerking off in the middle of the battlefield isn’t the craziest thing he had done, but he would rather think about your ass in a more comfortable environment.

— Pick your guts off the floor.

It’s funny, how the enemy soldier is clenching on his wounds before inevitably falling down. He wants to take some trophy off his body, he seems like an officer of some sorts – and König would gladly bring you a gift. Maybe a finger or an ear – barbaric, of course, but he wants you to understand all parts of his life, not just some lush gifts he can and will also bring you. A perfect girl of his dreams – you and your adorable little smile every time he does something that he almost considered too creepy – would love him for coming home with blood of his enemies on his hands.

Love of his life – you and that nice pair of legs you have, that would look just perfect on his shoulders as he bullies his whole length inside your body – would adore him for each kill he has, for each life of his enemies that he took. He wants to imagine your face if you knew how dangerous he is – would you be scared? He would calm you down immediately, he would try to be gentle, but you have to know how strong he is, this is the point!

Love of his life – you and that pretty mouth of yours that he stares all of the time, wondering how cute you would be with lips wrapped around his cock, throat gagging at his shaft – would appreciate him for his job, no matter how many lives he took. You would understand that in order for you not to have to work, he needs to be as strong and capable as possible – he has enough savings and enough paychecks to keep you afloat, making you his adorable little housewife. With kids running around, possibly – he never thought about children before, never had the right time and a right person but with you and your caring nature, creating a little family would be just perfect.

— Holy shit, sir. Permission to enter?

Horangi looks at the room in front of him – bodies of enemies laying around, some with knife stabs, some with nothing more than one deliberate bullet. He knows his colonel’s work, he was working with König from his first deployment in KorTac, but this…he would never get used to the way his commander can just throw people around like sacks of apples without a care in the world. He smiles under his mask, appreciating how they won’t have to clean up after. Perks of being a merc, not a member of the actual army.

— Granted. Don’t slip on blood, sergeant.

König smiles under his mask and wipes some of the blood that splattered on his hood. Shit, he would have to wash it later – he has spare ones, of course, some of the old ratty shirts he has from that weird rock phase he has at the start of his deployment with mercenaries. His thoughts trails to your body and how adorable you would look in his clothes – you are so much smaller than him, and he is simply too damn big to anyone, so no matter your body type, you would look like an angel in his T-shirt.

Fuck.

The thought of simply jerking off in the middle of the battlefield to get off with some tension from thinking about you in his clothes trails on his mind. No one would notice, probably, they are already running faster than scheduled for this mission – and judging by the way he just murdered a whole rooms worth of terrorists while dreaming of your body stretched on his cock, he still has a bit of time for himself. What was this weird shit about taking care of yourself that his therapist suggested? Flower masks? Drinking blood of his enemies? Sipping cheap alcohol while calling it self-care because he can always find a really nice snack in between those perfect legs of yours?

— Are you alright, sir? Can’t believe you did it by yourself.

Horangi takes a note of the bulge growing in his commander’s pants and hell no, he isn't going to be a part of this. He appreciates everything that König is doing, he is a great soldier, a father to his men, even though he is barely older than some of them, he isn’t that type of monster that would lead troops to certain death – but Hong-jin won’t take a part of whatever deranged kink he has. He might appreciate it from afar, he might send his condolences to the poor girl that caught his attention – but he doesn’t want to be here when the deranged monster of his commander would want some warm body to bury his dick in.

Maybe he should get that girl’s number and call her immediately.

Maybe he should do what a good sergeant is supposed to, and call a graveyard service right away. And some plan B in case the girl would survive.

— Not broken. What is the situation in other sectors?

— All good. Hutch broke a computer, sending the data to base now.

— Think we got the lead?

— Who knows, sir. They are sneaky bastards.

Honestly, König wouldn’t be so sad about having to stop in this country for a bit longer. He just needs some more time to court you, to find you a right ring – he knows that he can’t propose right away, mother raised a gentleman who doesn’t want to hurt his bride by forcing her too much. He would possibly need another month, with how rare your encounters are. Fuck, he wants to be with you, find time to at least visit your house at night when you are probably asleep, not even thinking about a silent force protecting you from not just terrorist scum, but anyone who can hurt you.

You would love something shiny, he knows it – maybe a big diamond in the middle, probably platinum as a metal of choice. He hates how cheap gold looks sometimes, he hates how flashy that is – but he would buy you anything your heart could possibly want. Maybe a necklace, something to remember him buying – you would look adorable with bruises from his grip on your neck, and some delicate charm in the softness of your collarbones.

Thinking about you on the battlefield only makes his life tighter and his dick harder – he doesn’t want to be indecent in front of his soldiers, so he dismisses Horangi and calls on the comms to finish the mission.

*** He has enough self-control to not jerk off at the thought of your body in the middle of the mission.

However, he doesn’t have enough self-control not to jerk off at the thought of your body, glossing in the water next to him as he fantasizes about you two sharing a shower. Not on the base, obviously, even without dozens of naked bodies of his men around him – he technically has a separate shower room, but something about people staring at each other’s naked butts makes their bond stronger, and he tries to be close with his men, so they would stop being so fucking scared of their commander. Even though some recruit already started to prepare funerals for whatever poor girl their colonel has an eye on – mostly because no woman should be subjected to the sheer torture of having sex with…that.

He enters showers the last, hoping that no one would stare at him this time – having a boner after the mission is normal, adrenaline kicking in, the urge to reproduce making soldiers into a horny bastards, but he still doesn’t want anyone to stare too closely.

He palms himself at the thought of you with him, helping each other shower – he will buy you some expensive body lotion, stuff that all the girls are obsessed with, as he thinks. He would never tell anyone how much he also likes bath products that smell sweet, like roses or candies – that he visited that extremely bright body shop too many times per months, buying all of this expensive bath bombs to just stare at them and remember that yeah, even the colonel’s apartment on base doesn’t have bathtub and he can’t really use it.

He thinks about buying a house with a large bathroom – so you can take baths together and indulge in shower sex way more often than a man in his years should. He would love to take you to the mall or something like this, to hold the stuff you bought while you would later for it on your knees in front of him. He would…

König knows that he is big – that he would probably destroy your pussy the first time you two would have sex. You would squirm under him, begging him to take it out – he won’t, of course, you need to learn how to take his cock properly, how to please your future husband as a good girl you are. He will try to be gentle, but the self-control he has is slipping very thin lately – he can’t even sustain the modest thoughts about you in battle, when he is supposed to be worried about saving his life.

He spread the lotion on his dick – nothing flowery, the fragrance isn’t even distantly sweet, he doesn’t want his soldiers to think of him weirdly for not having a typical manly shower product, of course, he has a bloodthirsty reputation to uphold. He palms his dick with zero gentleness, knowing already that softness isn’t going to cut it out for him right now. He wants to know how you will do it – will you be soft with him, scared of making him feel pain from your actions? Or will you try to be faster, make him beg for release only to tease him more and more, completely subverting the power dynamic you have? He would be alright with everything, as long as it's your hands on his body, as long as you are giving him your full attention.

He tries to be quiet, not to moan your name – adorable fucking name, how could someone so goddamn perfect even exist on this earth, let alone actually be in his presence. He doesn’t just have a chance with you – he will take you no matter what, knowing exactly what your little smiles and silly giggles left. You might not be as obsessed with him as he is, but he will make you, eventually. He touches himself with roughness, not allowing even an inch of gentleness as he palms his dick, teasing his tip and imagining your hand instead of his.

He is completely normal and totally not a creep while imagining a woman that is probably twice younger than him. He can be a little bit weird, of course, but you were giving him nothing but the right signals – he already got used to rejection in the past, but something in that adorable look in your eyes told him that you wouldn’t be like his past crushes. He would be embarrassed at liking you so badly, but what can he do if you are just so damn adorable?

He cums in his hand and thanks god that water is quick enough to wash away the evidence of his shame – he doesn’t want to jerk off anymore, he wants to be with you, as close as possible. You were already seeing each other for more than a week, and if you count your meetings as dates, you would be at third already – and like a good girl you are, you now can have sex with him without looking like a slut. He would wait for you, of course, but every day spent without hearing your voice is making him go crazy. And, well, this isn’t very good for his job performance – as a good soldier and amazing leader, he is obliged to have an obedient little thing on his lap, as a way of making him relaxed. He wonders if there is some government program for that case. *** You think about this guy – König, colonel, fighter with terrorists and a supposed hero in rusty, camo armor. He is so much older than you – you saw the news about him, not really talking about the age, of course, but you did the math already. He can’t be any younger than late thirties, and the thought of having such an older man pinning over you is…scary. And a little bit delightful. Not like you need to have someone as dangerous as him with you right now, you have too much troubles already while living in a terrorist infested country and working at a shitty low wage job without any protection, dating a guy who probably has a girlfriend in each country he got deployed in isn’t something you need.

You know how military men are like – a bunch of teenagers in adult suits, they are being spoon fed with propaganda about the glory of their arms and have absolutely zero respect for women and the general population. Guy probably already has a wife! She sits somewhere in secret, maybe raising some adorable Austrian kids, all while her husband is doing very unfaithful stuff with other ladies overseas.

You don’t even like him – you never saw his face and while yes, he is kinda mysterious and it makes you want to do things with him, you are also value your safety and desire not to get used by some rich military asshole who is…actually very shy and can’t even look you in the eyes while giving you money and whispering a bit dirty things in your ears.

However, you have a really important thing tonight – a really nice guy from the cafe you work at, the waiter from the second shift, asked you out! Not on a date, as he said, but you wouldn’t be against going out to drink with him and possibly taking your relationships a bit further. Dating your coworkers might be the only possibly fun thing you can do at such a devastatingly shitty job as yours, and you are going to turn that into the situationships of a lifetime.

You are too excited to be out with someone your age to even look around you.

König, just spending his free time after a successful infiltration op that lasted 3 days – without you, terrible, terrible situations – wasn’t as unaware of your presence. And he already crossed the reasons why he should even let you work at this cafe at this point.

Maybe, the owner deserves a little visit. Right after the guy you went out with, of course. No one knows who can be a possible criminal, right? (Comments & asks are appreciated!)

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babygorewhore · 3 months

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Daddy Issues part two

You deliver your next payment to Rafe Cameron after your agreement to save your dad’s job. But you start to develop more than an arrangement emotions. And Rafe isn’t exactly the commitment type. Part one

Hi!!! I hope you enjoy part two!! I’m so nervous for sequels lol. But this is filth guys. Warnings! Oral! Fem and male recieving. Degrading! Unprotected sex! Spitting! Some angst but good ending! Abusive dad! Violence! Probably not in order but oh well. Barely proofread. Okay anyway enjoy. Thank you to dolly for beta reading!!!!

It was time for your next payment.

Rafe had instructed you to wear your favorite outfit, one that no one had ever really seen before. He wanted to be special and he wouldn’t tell you what he assigned you to do once you arrived at his penthouse.

He told you the key code as you typed it in and the door unlocked. Your heels clicked against his floor as you peeked and saw him leaning against the wall. He looked even hotter with his white half unbuttoned shirt and dress pants. His hair was starting to fall from being slicked back and he gave you an appreciative smirk.

“You look sexy, baby girl. Come here.” He beckoned with a finger and you quickly obeyed.

Your dad had been out of jail for three days and was mostly gone making up his lost hours at work. The drunk bastard hadn’t paid attention to how you got him out as he shrugged past you this morning while you tried to recover from last nights fucking session.

You were still sore in between your legs but Rafe couldn’t get enough.

And neither could you. This was becoming addicting and you were also afraid. You were starting to want more and notice small details about him. How he liked his coffee once he let you go yesterday morning. And the momentary second he held you last night after you came. His fingers could be soft and gentle as they traced over a small scar on your body.

He didn’t ask where it came from and you didn’t feel like telling him about the time your dad threw a beer bottle at you and it cut your skin.

Rafe seemed to understand your situation more than he ever let on. But you didn’t dare to ask.

As you got to him, he grasped your chin and admired the makeup you put on and started to spin you.

You wore a favorite dress, knee socks and a pair of heels. Your hair was loose which was a rare thing since it was usually up during a long shift.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous. Too bad all that makeup is gonna be wasted.” He growled and his hold tightened. He immediately pushed you to the floor, wasting no time getting you on your knees with an expectant look in his eyes.

As you reached forward to pull his bottoms down, Rafe’s large hand lightly smacked your cheek. “Remember what to call me? Or do I need to remind you?” You had halfway pulled down his boxers.

“Yes, daddy.” You whispered and he gave you a half smile of approval.

“Good little bunny,” His sentence ended in a moan as you stroked the soft skin of his dick and spit on the precum tip.

Rafe brought out a side of you that you only secretly fantasize of being. Nothing much was off limits with him and you didn’t feel afraid to allow yourself to be as dirty as possible. You ran your tongue on both sides of his cock before kitten licking the growing beads on his tip like the obedient girl you were. Your hands teased him as you rotated motions on his dick. You had learned over the past short days what felt good to him from your lack of experience.

But Rafe wasn’t in a mood for teasing as he yanked your hair back, hard and slapped the tip against your tongue and shoving inside your mouth. You initially freeze, still getting used to the feeling as your throat wants to close but you force yourself to relax and breathe through your nose. His skin gently grazed your teeth as your cheeks hollowed as he started violently thrusting.

He started to throat fuck you, his precum sticking to your breath as you attempted to pull back to swallow but he only held you harder as your hands were pressed against the wall to steady yourself with fingers splayed. “Daddy, I can’t breathe.” It sounded like a jumble but you knew he fucking understood you by the way he laughed with sadistic humor.

“You can fucking take it, you dirty bitch.” He says between thrusts as your eyes were welled and shed tears.

Your gag reflex wanted to kick in but you remembered his previous words about breathing through your nose.

It was painful in the most delicious way as Rafe bobbed your head but then as he came to his edge, he removed you and you felt him cum all over your face. Your mouth, jaw and neck was covered in sticky fluid as you blinked and went to rub your eyes. You coughed slightly with a drunken moan.

“You’re such a whore, you know that? Letting me fuck your mouth. Smear all that pretty makeup. We’re not even halfway done with what you owe me.” He growled and nudged you flat on your back.

He easily shoved your dress and exposed your bare pussy. It tightened around nothing as he dreamily ran his fingers along the slit. “Only I get to do this, understand? Only I get to fuck this little cunt.”

“Yes, daddy.” You whined as he plunged his middle and ring finger inside you, curling them as your walls clenched around his digits. He pumped them slowly in a come here motion, his thumb able to stroke your throbbing clit as black prickled the edge of your vision.

All your problems felt forgotten as he widened your legs, your heels making a slight noise against the wooden floor as he bent your knees. He took out his fingers and then straddled you. Like last night, you expected him to start slamming into you but he pulled both legs over his shoulders, your back arched off the floor.

He was able to hold your thighs as his heavy cock stretched you out and started relentlessly thrusting. Thank god you were wet enough as he humped you like a fucking animal, “that’s it, baby. You’re doing so good.” Your eyes widened briefly before your core fluttered intensely.

He never praised you in a genuine way but you didn’t echo it as you tried to hold onto his arm. “Thank you for fucking me, daddy.” You managed between his movements. His mouth was parted as he grunted, his hair fully across his forehead.

He made you swear up and down that you wouldn’t use birth control and you kept your word. Your own release came and spilled all over his cock in a shrill noise that escaped your abused throat.

Rafes own cum coated your insides as you felt his hand shake around your thighs. You both stayed there for a few seconds.

You briefly wondered if he would give you the same fluttering gentleness he did last night but that hope quickly vanished as he pulled off, leaving you on the floor. “Get cleaned up. I’ll take you home.” He said dismissively and your heart ached as he walked away, getting dressed again.

You shouldn’t expect any different. This wasn’t a relationship. This was a business transaction and ownership. Everything he said was just in the moment. But the hurt was still there. You had done all this for a man who didn’t deserve it and now…was it worth it?

You did it more than your asshole father. You were doing this because you liked Rafe Cameron.

He had the decency to wait for you to enter your home as he dropped you off. Your dad had taken the car but you were met with a disaster as you closed the door with your heeled shoe. Your dad was sitting on the floor, empty beer cans surrounding him as you made a noise of frustration.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He slurred and paused at your messily wiped off face. “You out there whoring yourself? To that Kook?” His words were a slap as he stood.

“Yeah, dad. I had to hook up with Rafe so I could get your ass out of jail.” You ground out. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Your dad scoffed. “I don’t give a shit what you do out there. But when you get in here at least have some self respect. You’re no better than some slut.”

“Stop it. Stop talking like I’m a piece of trash!” You shouted. “I do nothing but try and keep this house and fucking help you!”

The hit came without warning and faster than you ever expected. You scattered on the carpet. Clutching your cheek, your dad kicked you without warning. “Coming into my fucking house, talking to me like I’m a little bitch. Who the FUCK do you think you are?” He hit you again, harder and your mouth was bloody.

“STOP IT!!” You screamed. “DAD STOP! I’m sorry!” You sobbed.

The door burst open, slamming against the wall and you saw Rafe’s tall form fill the space. His blue eyes caught you and they burned with rage as they saw you in a heap. His head snapped at your father who loomed over you unsteadily.

Rafe lunged at him and landed a sickening punch. You heard the crunch of your dads nose, knocking him against the wall. Rafe punched him again in the face, the jaw, his stomach and finally he blindly wailed on him. “Don’t you Fucking Ever Put Your hands on her!” He roared at your father who was slipping on the ground, his eyes shut and bloody.

“Stop! Please!” You shrieked at him, scrambling to stand. “rafe, please!”

That made him slow and jerk his head towards you, his knuckles bloody and his shirt haphazardly to the side. He breathed hard before focused again on your father. He yanked him closer by his collar. “You ever touch her again, I will kill you. You understand, motherfucker? I’ll fucking kill you.” He shoved him away allowing him to fall on his broken nose.

Rafe pulled off his jacket as he approached you. “Here.” He said gruffly and put it around your shoulders. “We’re fucking leaving.”

You shivered in his car as tears streamed down your face as he drove you back to his house. The drive had been silent. Rafe had taken you to his kitchen where he got out an ice pack and pressed it against your cheek. It was almost awkward. Being in his home without the immediate fucking. And he wasn’t used to being kind. That you could tell by the way his eye contact wavered.

You still hadn’t spoken. You had drank water to try and clear the blood from your mouth. “Thank you, Rafe. I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t save me.”

He shook his head. “Don’t thank me. I-I’m really sorry.”

That took you aback. “You’re sorry?” You questioned.

“Yeah, I am. I never should have taken you back. If I knew how bad he was I would have-“ He clenched his jaw and gingerly stroked your hair out of your face. “I treated you like shit earlier. That wasn’t cool.”

His struggle for words was endearing as you let him figure out how to phrase it.

“You’re gonna stay here. Take a break. You need to heal. You know I’ll take care of you? You don’t need him anymore. I’m your daddy now, princess. Don’t even think about that piece of shit.”

Your eyes watered again and you nodded. Not having the energy to put up a fight. “Thank you, daddy.”

Rafe nodded. “Good girl.” He glanced down and lifted you up on the counter. You gasped and he settled his fingers on your legs.

Rafe lowered until he was on his knees. You looked at him with shock as he separated your thighs, and his gaze was predatory as he looked at your cunt.

“I only do this for you, bunny. No one else gets daddy’s tongue” he ran his tongue along the slit before it laid against your clit.

Your head rolled back and you cried out as he sucked the center before lapped at your pussy like a starved man and kept you from jerking around. Your thighs went around his head as he moved his head to capture your cunt, his sloppy lips sucked and slurped every ounce of arousal you gave him. This experience was so different and better than you thought. Rafe Cameron on his knees beneath you was a rare sight and you couldn’t get enough of his moans. He repeatedly went from greedily licking your clit to putting his tongue inside until you were riding his face. Your ass was on the edge of the counter as you whimpered and whined his name.

“Daddy, I'm gonna cum.” Your breathing was fast as you covered his mouth with your creamy fluid and he groaned deeply and licked up the mess.

He stood and wiped his chin with the back of his hand before kissing you. You tasted yourself on his tongue as he sucked your lower lip and when you winced he stopped.

“Sorry, princess.” He chuckled and nodded. “Well, I’m not really good at this. But I don’t want to just fuck you. Just so you know.”

And those words were in his language the most sincere he could tell you. And you accepted it.

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savannahsdeath · 4 months

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A little req for you!! readers and katniss’s first kiss???

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warnings: none, pure fluff 🫶 reader calls katniss "kat" two times because . yes . also this is v shitty but im tired and uhhhh

she came back from the games two days ago. the emotions are still boiling but you want to spend every second together. she won and you knew what it means - no one can take her away from you now.

you are on the meadow, sitting on the dew covered grass. a dark forest, in which katniss used to hunt, extends on your left. you can hear birds' songs echoing from there.

"i should have brought a blanket." you sigh as your dress uncovers your bare legs, letting the wet green strands tickle your thighs.

"it's okay." katniss chuckles and takes off her jacket. "stand up."

you do as you're told, your skirt waving from the sudden move. she stretches her cloth on the grass and motions for you to sit down on it.

"thank you." you smile and it's probably your first genuine smile since she got reaped. not counting the last two days, of course. you smiled a lot during them.

a minute of comfortable silence passes as you both watch the blue sky in front of you. the dark forest behind you doesn't matter, you only care about what's in front of you. just like in real life, you think. the past is the past. now is the time for the future.

"surprised?" katniss softly asks, as if she's scared to break the silence.

you knit your eyebrows together and tilt your head to look at her. "about what?"

she looks down. "about me coming back."

you can't tell if she's being serious or not, so you take a moment to think, before you burst out laughing. "you can't be serious! katniss, i knew you'll win."

"oh," she smiles, "you believed in me?"

"no, no..." you begin explaining. "i was just— sure. you're really good at playing with people's hearts - the capitol's, the districts', mine..."

"yours?" her eyes widen.

you shrug. "what happened between you and peeta-"

"nothing happened between me and peeta" she shakes her head. "we were just trying to survive."

"really?" you turn your whole body to her and she quickly follows your move.

"really." she giggles. "you thought... me and him...?"

"forget it." you wave your hand, a little embarrassed by your accusation.

no matter how much you didn't want to admit it, you always had a crush on katniss. they way she kept giving you mixed signals didn't help at all - in fact, it felt like your brain melted and she's stirring in your head, mixing your mind. what you thought you once knew stood with a big, question mark now.

and peeta, god, peeta. he was a good guy, you had to admit. funny, nice, smart, clever as hell. yet, you couldn't help but dislike him. hate would be too much, but you felt so, so jealous, you couldn't help but be skeptical. at first, you were sure he will betray her. you waited for this moment, as you knew she would end him with one arrow. but nothing happened. now...

now, sometimes you just wish he would actually end up being an asshole. so the whole panem wouldn't cheer nor applaud for their wedding.

your hair fall down your face. "i wish i was him" you think, snatching a strand of grass and nervously playing with it.

"you wish you would have to fight in the arena?" her eyebrows furrow, a look of pure confusion on her face. she leans in and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, revealing your features.

you realise you thought out loud and she heard your little wish. but at this point, it doesn't even bother you. she should know.

"no, kat." you throw the string away. "i wish we would have our moment."

you expected something bad to happen. maybe she'll think you took things too far and just... run away? she could stand up and leave you there at any moment. could you blame her? maybe she just loves peeta.

but she chuckles, and as you look up at her, she is smiling. you have no idea what's going on, though you can't help but smirk back as you see her so amused.

"what?" you giggle and your gaze drifts downwards.

"nothin', you're just—" she raises one of her arms and taps your chin, making you look back at her. at her lips, to be exact. she keeps herself sitting up by leaning on her free hand, until she moves this one too to cup your face. "we have our fifteen seconds of fame now."

the intensity of her voice makes your whole body tremble, all your emotions falling to the background, as everything that is in the foreground is just you and her. yet you can feel your confusion rise and you manage to huff out a quiet; "isn't it fifteen minutes?"

"well, can you hold your breath for fifteen minutes?" she whispers back.

before you can comprehend whatever she meant by that, you feel her lips press against yours. you instinctively whimper, but the sound get catched in the bridge of your tongues, inaudible to anyone but you two. the birds seem to stop singing, the crickets pause their ticking. she starts gently and carefully, as if to see if you won't pull away. you only bring her closer by her neck, what also forces a soft moan out of her.

eventually katniss breaks the kiss but doesn't pull away, so you can still feel and hear her breath. she closes her parted mouth to gulp before opening them again, while her body slowly moved where it was earlier, about half a meter distance from you.

"kat—" you trail after her, wanting to get more of the feeling.

she tsks and shakes her head. "fifteen seconds, remember?"

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corrodedhawkins · 1 year

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Desperate

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Content warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) language, piss kink (holding and slight wetting), sub!Eddie, dom!Reader, safe words (stoplight system), crying, teasing, begging, oral (m!receiving), praise, female masturbation, cum play (facial and swallowing)

“Here you go baby, drink up”, you smile sweetly, bending over the arm of the couch to peck Eddie on the cheek as he takes the bottle of water from your outstretched hand.

“Thanks”, he mumbles, unscrewing the cap before taking a few sips, wincing when he feels his bladder throb.

You flop down on the couch next to him, biting back a laugh when the movement jostles him, a quiet groan escaping.

“What do you wanna do? Watch a movie, maybe read?”, you ask, picking up the remote.

“Would love to piss”, Eddie grumbles, shifting in his seat.

Barking out a laugh, you press play on one of your guilty pleasure reality shows, knowing he won’t be paying attention anyway. “Hey, you asked for this.”

And he had, sitting you down to discuss exploring this kink with you, nervous but excited. He had explained it wasn’t necessarily the piss that turned him on, but rather the control you’d have over him.

You’d heard every detail of him jacking off over the past few months, thinking about how desperate he would be, completely at your mercy as he squirmed and begged.

It wasn’t anything you’d ever given much thought to until Eddie brought it up, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. There were more than a few times this week where Eddie had excused himself to use the bathroom that you found yourself throbbing between your legs, thinking about what you had planned.

Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh, nails digging into his jean-covered thigh. Two episodes in and he has no idea what’s happening, only able to focus on the insistent ache of his bladder.

It’s so full, pressing up against the waistband of his jeans painfully. He squirms, trying to find a position that gives him a little relief with no luck. Your hand settles on his thigh, the silent stop fidgeting understood and he stills.

“Can I go now?”, he tries.

“Nope”, you answer, eyes never leaving the tv.

He’s almost able to forget about his predicament and relax until you tap him on the shoulder with the half-empty water bottle during the next episode.

“Finish it”, you order.

Sighing, he downs the rest of the water, a pitiful whine escaping him as he crushes the empty plastic in his fist.

“You doin’ okay? What’s your color, baby?” As much as you’re enjoying torturing him, you need to make sure he’s still alright with this.

“I’m-yeah. I’m green”, he replies, sucking in a sharp breath. “Just hurts.” He motions to the waistband of his jeans, obviously cutting into him uncomfortably.

“You poor thing”, you croon. Eddie chuckles softly, amused by your overdone sympathy. “Why don’t you go change into some sweats, relieve some of the pressure?”

“Don’t know if I can”, he groans, his fingernails digging into the arm of the couch. “I feel like if I get up I’ll piss myself.”

“Do you want my help?”, you offer.

He nods, biting his lip as he scoots forward to the edge of the couch. He rises to his feet slowly, a desperate whine leaving him as his eyes widen in panic. The movement causes him to lose control of his tightly clamped muscles for a split second, allowing a spurt of piss to escape and soak the front of his jeans.

Eddie whimpers, hand shooting down to take hold of his dick, squeezing himself through the wet denim. His eyes are wide and glassy, unshed tears brimming at his lash line.

“Aw”, you coo. “What’s wrong baby? Having trouble holding it?”

Chest heaving, Eddie struggles to form words, overwhelmed by the humiliation and the way his cock is hardening in his jeans as a result.

“Hey”, you move to stand in front of him, hand cupping his cheek. “Color?”

“Fuck”, Eddie wheezes. “Yellow. I just, I really don’t want to piss myself in our living room, and I’m about to.”

“Okay. Thank you for telling me. C’mon.” Grabbing his hand, you gently but quickly lead him down the hall into the bathroom, helping him step into the tub.

“Thank you”, Eddie exhales once he’s standing safely near the drain. “I’m green.”

Smiling, you reach up to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, hand eventually settling on his cheek. “You’re being so good for me, baby. Checking in without me even having to ask. Such a good boy.”

Eddie hums, nuzzling into your hand resting against his cheek. He shifts from foot to foot, obviously still desperate. “Can I go now?”

“No, baby. Not yet.” Making quick work of his button and zipper, you get his jeans and boxers down, helping him step out of them. As soon as they’re off, you lean in to lick over the head of his cock.

“Oh fuck, don’t”, Eddie gasps. “I can’t-”

Humming disapprovingly, you wrap your hand around his length, stroking for a moment until he’s fully hard. “Will you try for me, sweet boy?” You nose at the soft skin of his balls, sucking one into your mouth as his hips jolt forward.

“Ah, ‘kay. Okay. I’ll try”, he pants, head tipping back to rest against the cool tile.

Your tongue laps at the head once again, swirling around before the tip dips into his slit.

“Oh come on”, Eddie moans. “Now that’s just mean.”

Biting back a smirk, you tap the head of his cock against your tongue, the tip dipping into his slit once again. “I thought you liked it when I’m a little mean?”

“S’not the point”, he groans.

You stifle a laugh into the meat of his thigh, your breath grazing over his sensitive skin. He laughs, his control slipping for a moment.

“Fuck”, he cries as a strong jet of piss escapes. He’s visibly shaking, trying his best to hold it, clenching his length in his hand to stop the stream. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You run your hands soothingly up and down the sides of his thighs. “You’ve been so good for me, honey. You can go now.”

It takes a second for Eddie to process what you’ve just said. He aims his hard cock down towards the drain, a strangled cry leaving his lips as he finally lets go.

Watching him like this, desperate and so eager to be good for you was one thing. But now? Watching the look on his face as he finally unclenches his muscles, hearing the sounds of relief he’s making as piss pours out of him? You feel like you’re right on the edge and you haven’t even touched yourself.

Brow furrowed, his mouth hangs open, breathy moans punched out of him as his stream continues. “Oh my god”, he gasps. “Feels like m’already cumming.”

You can’t help yourself, slipping your hand into your shorts to rub frantic circles around our clit. You’re so wet that your fingertips keep slipping from where you need them, but it doesn’t matter.

Finally, Eddie’s stream tapers off, his hand curling around his erection. “I need to cum, please baby. M’so close.”

Nodding, you shuffle forward so that you’re as close as possible. “Go on. Cum for me. Right on my tongue.”

Your mouth opens wide, tongue out and waiting. It only takes him a few strokes and he’s cumming, hot and thick over your tongue, cheek and chin.

As soon as you feel his release hit your tongue you’re cumming with him, groaning as you clench and spasm.

Eddie slumps back against the tile, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He reaches for you, his hand stroking your hair as a fond smile graces his lips. “Jesus Christ”, he laughs breathlessly. “Did you-?”

“Enjoy it?”, you ask once you finish swallowing, leaning into his touch. “Not sure. We’ll have to try it again, just so I can decide.”

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kazuwhora · 2 years

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AFTERCARE! — TOKYO REVENGERS

ft. mikey, draken, kazutora, mitsuya, sanzu, benkei, takeomi, shinichiro

cw. fem!reader, aftercare, crying during/after sex, adult content

an. I haven't done headcannons in a while! here are some aftercare headcannons mixed with a little mini drabble for you! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3

#MIKEY isn't the king of aftercare by any means. he's the type to indulge himself in the sweetness of your cunt until he can't take it anymore— the kind that nearly passes out right after spilling his seed inside your cunt. instead of showering you with praise, cleaning you up, and telling you how pretty you look, he'll comb through his hair with dazed eyes before collapsing beside you. you'll be rather unamused— you're used to it by now, but you can't help but roll your eyes when he begins to snore.

"mikey" you groan, rolling his dead weight away from your spot on the bed. "mikey move"

it's too late— he's already gone— committed to taking up as much space as possible and his arms wrap around your torso in a trap you'll never escape.

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#DRAKEN will go the extra mile just for you. he watches the way your chest quivers with each breath, taking his time to press his hands against your shoulders as you calm down. his lips press against your forehead in a gentle kiss, feeling satisfaction in the way your body responds to his touch. draken is focused on your comfort before anything else, bringing an extra pillow to support your back as he props you up against the headboard.

"did so good for me princess" he whispers, tracing the sides of your face as his palms rest over the marks he left across your skin— he's always been good at calming you down. "gonna clean you up, okay? wait here"

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#KAZUTORA is always the one that needs the aftercare. he's emotional, and fragile during sex— always brought to tears as his body trembles under your touch. he often finds himself biting his lip to keep the tears from falling— he doesn't want you to think you did anything wrong, but he can't help but feel his lip quiver the second your hand cups his face. he can't help that the feeling of his own bliss is too much for him to manage— it feels too good.

"pretty boy" you hum, brushing sweaty strands of hair away. "you can cry baby, it's ok"

the softness of your voice is enough to make the tears drip down his cheeks, and he pulls you into a hug— sniffling against your chest as you rock him back and forth.

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#MITSUYA much like draken, can't help but feel a sense of pride as his eyes scan your shaky body. he loves to admire the mess he made, watching his cum drip from your cunt as he toys with your folds. but the second you wince and whimper at his touch, he clicks his tongue with a smile.

"you ok angel?" he'll ask, sitting himself beside you as you press your knees together and nod. you'll whimper when he leaves, listening to the sound of water running in the tub as he hums away. but when he comes back, the sweet smile that rests on his lips makes up for it.

"c'mon" he motions towards the bathroom, slipping his hands under your legs as you cling to his shoulders for support.

"taka you don't have t—"

"shhhh" he cuts you off with a kiss planted against your lips, and shakes his head. "you deserve it"

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#SANZU can't help but knit his brows when tears form in your eyes. he's always rough with you, pushing you to the edge of your composure until your body becomes too much for him to handle much longer. but when you need him the most, he struggles.

"haru" you whimper, grasping at sheets to cover your body with embarrassment. it isn't till he sees the shameful look that falls on your face that he realizes how much you need him, and his lip juts out in a pout.

"what's wrong?" he'll ask, swallowing his pride as he watches you fall apart.

"come" you pout, outstretching your arms for him to join, and as cold as he may try to act, he can't help but submit to your needs and pull you flush against his chest.

sanzu is warm— his hugs, while rare, are intoxicating. they make you feel like the world around you is melting, and they burn your cheeks with tiny tears that trickle from the corners of your eyes

"I love you" he'll whisper into the crook of your neck, wanting nothing more than to keep you in his arms forever.

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#BENKEI is attentive— there's no doubt about it, but he's also easily exhausted. he's the type to collapse beside you— chest beaded with sweat as he struggles to catch his breath. it takes him a moment to come back to reality, finally remembering you beside him. he'll turn to his side, propping himself up on his elbows as he draws patterns across your skin.

"you ok angel?" he'll ask, stroking the sides of your face as you turn to face him. when you nod, a sweet smile crosses his lips as he leans down to kiss you.

"wait here" he coos, before slipping his pyjamas back over his hips and escaping to the bathroom.

he'll wet a towel with warm water like a spa, taking care to dab at your skin as gentle as he can feeling like you could break under his touch.

"is this ok?" keizo asks, watching the way your body relaxes as he presses the towel against your skin to wipe away his cum. your nod brings him comfort, and he can't help but plant gentle kisses up the inside of your thighs.

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#TAKEOMI's first instinct is to reach for his pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. you might hate the smell of smoke, but he doesn't seem to care, and you're used to it by now.

"omi" you'll whine, turning to your side as your skin stings with imprints of his fingers that had dug into your skin.

"hmm?" he mumbles, ashing the cigarette off to the side.

"c'mere" you cling to his torso as he struggles to take the last drag from his cigarette without getting smoke in your face. it's almost cruel, the way he nearly neglects you as his cum drips from your cunt.

"alright alright" takeomi groans, rolling out of the bed as he trudges to the bathroom to run you a bath. "gimme one sec princess"

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#SHINICHIRO doesn't know the first thing about aftercare. in fact, he's almost over careful every time. it takes him a minute to gain his composure again— it's all too easy for shin to get lost in the bliss of his high. but when he finally comes to his senses, all attention is on you.

"are you ok baby?" he inspects your body as he speaks, eyebrows knitted deeper with every mark he comes across.

his fingers graze the tiny bruises down your neck— ones tender enough to make you wince.

"m'sorry" he whispers through kisses pressed to each spot. "couldn't help myself baby— you just feel too good"

it's almost funny how much he seems to care about the marks reminiscent of his pleasure, and he'll make up for it by pulling you flush against his chest as his heartbeat nearly lulls you to sleep.

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ashisgreedy · 10 months

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Garreth Weasley x F!MC

"Fulfilling A Fantasy"

WC: 2,745

MC was laying naked on her stomach atop the bed. She had a pillow under her hips that made her ass stick up in the air.

Garreth was pulling out several toys he’d collected for this very occasion along with a sizeable bottle of lubricant. He lined them up next to her legs and kept rubbing his hand over her backside and thighs.

MC looks back at her boyfriend. “That’s a lot of plugs…”

Her nervousness was made clear well before all of this started. Garreth promised to stop anytime for any reason, no questions asked if she wanted him to.

“Well, I may have gone a bit overboard. Some of them are just for pleasure and not really prepping…” He picked two up and compared them. “This one,” He lifted a tapered egg-shaped plug. “It's more for stretching and… well it is also pleasurable.” He smiled. His cheeks were already pink from his flustered state. “This one,” He lifted the other. It was tapered and longer with three bulges. “This is a bit more for pleasure. I probably won't use all of them.” He raked his hand in his hair, visibly excited.

He relaxed on one arm next to her legs. He was also already fully naked.

“Well…” She wiggled her hips a little. Garreth’s gaze shot to her ass region in an instant. She smiled at the effect this was already having on him. “I’m ready when you are.” She finished.

“We will take it slow.” He reassured her, “We go at your pace, little witch.”

His lubed finger slid over her slit up to her ass. He rubs in a circular motion. It felt a bit chilly on her skin but warmed very quickly.

“Mm… No one has ever touched me there so.” She lets out a soft laugh. “It’s a bit… interesting.”

“I really like touching you there…” Garreth spoke in a low voice.

He’d brought this up to her more times than she could count during the course of their relationship. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it, it just felt a bit too taboo to her and made her nervous to try something out of the box. But she trusted her boyfriend. Plus, the way his face lit up when she agreed to it made her more happy than she dared to admit.

He was already obsessed with grabbing her ass and keeping his hand on it when he could get away with it. She knew he was a bit obsessed with her body at this point and very much loved the effect it had on him.

His finger gently pressed inside her.

“Whew…” she breathed. The lube made it easy for his finger to intrude.

She jerked her hips when he moved his digit in and out.

“You’re doing so well, just relax.” He rubbed her thigh comfortingly. “You will get used to the sensation after a bit.” He reassured her.

She blushes when he starts to play more. He moves his finger all the way in, twisting and pulling out. He dripped more lube onto her ass as he did this, getting her insides nice and coated.

Garreth was between her legs while her ass was propped up in the air like some kind of art piece on a pedestal. Her legs were spread to accommodate his width and he could see everything from his viewpoint.

“It’s a bit… humiliating.” She tries to joke but her breath hitches when a second finger presses against her hole.

“It’s just us. No need to feel embarrassed.” He kissed her inner thigh and slowly adds the second finger.

His free hand moves up her waist and down to her knee. He caresses her skin, making her feel more comfortable and reassured.

“Do you have to watch like that?” She laughs breathlessly.

“Yep.” He sent her a smirk when she looked back at him.

The intrusion didn’t feel normal for a while. It was nice, just strange. She could feel how relaxed her hole was getting and whimpered when he removed his fingers.

“Shh, shh,” He was grinning. “I’m just getting a toy now, okay? I’ll put something inside you again, don’t worry.” He pats her thigh reassuringly, teasing her. His delight was obvious that she was enjoying herself too.

She buried her face in the pillow to hide her blush. Was she really starting to crave the sensation?

A blunt object pressed against her asshole and she tensed. It was covered in lube, feeling a bit cold.

“Relax, little witch.” He soothed.

She relaxed and squeaked when he pressed harder.

Garreth sighed, squeezing her ass cheek with his free hand. “I’ll take it slow. Let me know if you need to stop.”

It took a few minutes of him slowly pushing, but soon she was shuddering as the plug fit snugly all the way in.

“Gods…” Garreth let go of the toy and let it sit inside her. He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, spreading them wider, pushing them up, and kneading them. “How does it feel?”

She looked back and noticed just how hard his cock was slowly getting.

“Feels fine, it's good. I’m comfortable.”

He nodded, working hard to fix a smile on his lust-filled face. “I’m going to move it a bit now.”

She nodded and felt him start to pull on the plug. He pulled just enough to take it out halfway before pushing it back in.

“Woah…” She gasped.

“Good, bad? Need a break?” He stood still.

“Good! It's fine. It just feels so… interesting. I’m kind of liking it…” She sends him a small smile.

Garreth’s face lights up as he starts to tug on the plug again. He doesn’t remove it all the way and keeps pulling and pushing it back into her.

She felt quite stretched at this point and told him so. “I think I'm ready for the next size up..”

“I was about to say, I think you’re ready for a bigger one.” He agrees and slips the plug out. He sets it off in another pile away from the unused ones and looks at his pile.

He seems to be thinking for a long moment and MC pipes up. “Everything okay?

Garreth gave her a small smile. “Yeah! I was just thinking. It’s just… you’re doing so well. I was thinking of skipping the medium and going up to a larger one. Would you want to try?”

“I will try. I feel very ready…”

Garreth swallows thickly at her words. This was most definitely his biggest fantasy come to life.

He gets the larger plug, saturates it in extra lube then presses it to her ass.

“We’re going slow, okay? Tell me the second anything hurts and I’ll stop.” He reassures her, touching her leg lovingly.

“Understood.” She agrees.

She takes the plug slowly. It stretches her deliciously and she clenches her eyes shut. Okay, now it was starting to feel good.

Garreth is breathless as her hole accepts the larger plug so readily.

She notices him give his cock a few pumps while her hole stretches much farther than it ever has before.

She whimpers as the plug gets to the largest part, breathing through the stretching with her hands digging into the bedsheets.

Garreth bites her thigh, kissing along the skin up to her cheek. He bites her ass cheek and groans when her hole finally sucks in the last bit of the plug.

“Ah… Woah…”

She feels a light smack to her ass, then another one as Garreth spanks her. He squeezes the flesh and leans in, kissing around the plug.

She moans at all the sensations, rubbing her chest into the bed.

His tongue runs all along the rim eagerly. He pulls at the plug and keeps licking and stretching her.

“Garreth!” She moans breathlessly. Little tremors of pleasure skittling through her body from the epicenter of her backside.

His tongue slides all around, his saliva lubing the plug even more.

He pulls the plug out and pushes it back in, over and over while MC mewls and twitches below.

When she easily takes the toy with no resistance, Garreth removes it and tosses it in the ‘used’ pile.

He spanks her again and grips her cheeks.

“The next size up is my cock,” He breathes heavily. “Do you want that? Do you want me?” He spanks her ass again and groans.

“Yes… I want you… Please,” She begs, looking back at him as he adds lube to his cock.

He strokes himself and lines himself up. He then folds himself over her body, pressing his chest to her back, arms on either side of her face, caging her in.

“I’m going to stay still, and I want you to push back into me at your own pace, okay? Can you do that for me?” He moves her hair to one side and plants sweet kisses along her shoulder.

She nods eagerly and pushes her hips back. He adjusts himself so he’s perfectly angled at her asshole then cages her in again. “Slow, little witch.” He teases.

She goes slow, moving back against the blunt tip of his cock. She feels it stretch her as she presses harder.

“Mm, that's it. Take your time.” He encourages her.

She does, pressing slowly as moments pass. Finally, the thick head of his cock pops passed the tight ring of her ass and they both gasp.

“Yes!” She takes a breather. “Oh… The stretch feels so good.” She whimpers.

“Fuck…” He pants. “Yes… That's my girl.” He praises her, nipping at her shoulder with gentle bites.

Neither of them expected to get this far tonight. The training was supposed to be a build-up over the course of the weekend, but he’d made her feel so relaxed and took his time, her body acclimated very quickly.

Garreth panted as MC started pressing back again, taking more of him.

“Take my cock in your ass,” Garreth moaned, losing himself in the moment. He always got chatty when things heated up. “I’ll make you feel so good,” His lips trailed over her shoulder along the back of her neck.

She trembles as she dares to take in more of him. Her knees quake as she slowly presses back for more.

She moans louder and Garreth starts breathing heavier. His fists shake as he holds his body weight up so as to not crush her.

“Take more, take more of me. Go slower if you need to. I won’t move.” He promised, breathing harshly into the back of her hair.

The sensation of his cock sliding into her felt never-ending.

“Oh… it feels so deep.” She catches her breath for a moment.

“I’m not even halfway,” He kisses her neck and ear. “All the toys were short… just to help prepare you for penetration… Is this okay?”

“Yes, Garreth! Gods….” She allows her body to acclimate for a moment more before pressing back again to take more of his cock inside her.

His chest presses down on her back and she can see just how much he's stopping himself from thrusting all the way to the hilt.

They both groan the farther he’s in. Finally, fucking, finally his hips press directly against her skin. He was all the way buried inside her.

“I need a minute,” Garreth drops his head into the crook of her shoulder, breathing deeply.

“It feels… feels a bit violating.” She lets out a small breathy laugh.

Garreth inhales deeply “In a good way?”

“Oh, yes.” She reassures him with a smile on her lips.

“I’ve been wanting to “violate” you for a while now.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and so does she.

She pushes back a bit, trying to encourage him to move.

“Ah, fuck…” He groans.

“You’re so deep,” She moans, gripping the sheets. “I feel so full.” She adds quietly.

“Say that again, MC. Tell me again,” Garreth pleads, forehead pressing into the back of her head.

“I feel so full, Garreth. You’re so big…”

Garreth lets out a burst of air, tickling the skin on her neck.

“Mm, and I’m going to keep filling you up, nice and deep, over and over again, little witch.” His voice is sinfully low. “Do you want that? Hm? Tell me,”

“Yes! I want you to keep filling me up,”

“Oh, gods…” He groans and adjusts his position minutely. “Ready for me to move?” He scrapes his teeth over a sensitive spot on her neck.

“Yes… start moving a little bit,” She braces herself for the foreign feeling.

“Let’s see how well you take me,” He whispers in her ear and kisses it before he gently moves.

“Oh, gods!” She yanks on the blanket.

He rocks his hips slowly, filling her to the brink before pulling out again.

“You’re doing so well,” He rocks a bit faster when she doesn’t protest.

She moans and sucks in breaths. “I’m going to fall apart, fuck…”

“I’m just getting started,” He uncurls himself from her and sits on his knees between her legs. He lets out a moan at the sight of his cock in her ass and starts thrusting.

The absence of his body heat makes the air in the room feel cold on her back. She shivers as she whimpers little cries of pleasure. “So full…”

“Yes,” Garreth drives his cock home, again and again. “Your ass takes my cock so well,” A quiet ‘fuck’ falls from his lips. “I’m going to fill you up even more with my cum, my little witch. Do you want that? Want me to cum deep inside you?”

“Yes! Oh, Garreth…” She pants as he goes faster, fucking her at his normal stride.

Garreth’s hands grip her ass. He sits back and spreads her cheeks, watching himself fuck into her. “Ah… MC…”

“That angle! Yes!” She desperately pleads.

“I never want this to stop,” He huffs as he fucks her at the angle she requested. “You like this angle? Is it pressing against all the right spots?”

She found her center of gravity again and started pushing back into each of his thrusts. The angle he was hitting her made her feel all kinds of good things inside.

“It is, Yes! Oh, don’t stop,” They find a matching rhythm and speed up together.

He spanked one of her ass cheeks and squeezed the other one, gripping and pulling her with each thrust.

“This is better than my fantasy,” He let out a breathless chuckle.

Her neglected pussy was slick with desire. Garreth reached around and rubbed her little clit.

She was yelling out ‘yes’ and ‘more’ as he touched her intimately.

He used his other hand to smack her ass again and then she was falling, flying, shaking under him. Her orgasm hit her like a bus.

“Gods, that feels good,” Garreth commented on how her walls squeezed his cock as she came.

As her orgasm ended, she started to squirm and whimper. He removed his finger and went back to chasing his own release.

His hands dug into her ass, thrusting faster and faster. His knees dug into the bed and each thrust sent her body jolting forward. The pillow below her hips gets pushed and pulled, almost becoming useless.

“AH!” Garreth moans louder the closer he gets. “I’m close,” He alerts her.

“I want it!” She mewls into the bed. “Cum inside me, please” She begs him.

“Fuck…” His hips studders. “Tell me again!” He demands as he huffs air.

“I want your cum! Please, fill me up!”

Garreth thrusts into her deep one last time and his cock throbs hard as his eyes clench shut.

He curls back down on top of her against her back, keeping their bodies locked. His moans fill her ears as his body pulses with pleasure.

His chest is much warmer now against her back, sticky from sweat, but oh so comforting. His familiar musk fills her nose and her whole body relaxes in his embrace.

“Just gonna…” Garreth kisses her neck lazily. “...stay inside you until I get hard again.”

She laughed and Garreth cracked a smile.

“I have a feeling you’re going to want to do this more often.” She spoke quietly between them, resting her cheek on the bed and looking up at him.

“Oh, you bet,” He chuckled. “If you’re up for it.”

They relaxed like that, catching their breath and having some pillow talk before Garreth’s body inevitably reset.

Thanks for reading! ❤️-Ash

AN: I wasn’t sure what to call this. A fic? A HC? A drabble? A babble!? Regular fic writing has been making me feel too intimidated lately to do. I decided to write it like this. The story flowed easily and I really enjoyed it! Not sure if this will be a regular format going forward but I’m just happy I was finally able to write without feeling impending doom. lol

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strangernstranger · 1 year

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Right Place and Time

Eddie x Chronically ill fem reader (Requested)

Summary: Fate was kind to you that day. After another one of your fainting episodes, you wake up to see none other than Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson waiting by your side. After hearing how he came to your rescue in your time of need, you two begin spending lots of time together. (Fluff and Angst. Descriptions of fainting.)

Inbox is still open for requests :)

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Eddie sat outside the principal’s office, swinging his leg over the bench as he awaited his turn for punishment. A process he had become familiar with over the years. It was a lot of the same every time. The principal would read the referral, express how ‘deeply disappointed’ he was in Eddie then offset his scolding by telling him what a ‘promising young man’ he was before undoubtedly sentencing him to detention. Just a few steps down the hall, you rummaged through your locker in search of a due assignment.

“I did it! I know it’s here!” You whispered to yourself as you frantically shuffled through a mess of papers. Eddie watched, amused by your struggle. It provided some much needed entertainment during his otherwise boring wait. “Shit!” You hissed, dropping a book flat on the ground. You dipped down to collect it but must’ve stood up too fast. Eddie noticed the subtle sway upon your standing. He saw you grip your locker door to steady yourself.

“Hey! You okay?” Eddie sat up in his seat. Something was wrong, that was obvious.

“I’m ju-just feeling a little dizzy.” You couldn’t see the man asking but he immediately rushed to your side, hearing the shakiness in your voice. In an instant, you were gone.

“Oh shit!” Eddie quickly pulled you into him as your legs gave way. With arms around you, he dropped to the floor, his knees taking the brunt of the fall. You were completely unconscious, the back of your head resting against Eddie’s stomach while the upper portion of your body laid in his lap. “C’mon, wake up, wake up!” He tapped your cheek with his ringed hand hoping to coax you back to consciousness but to no avail. He lightly touched his fingers to your neck, relieved to feel the steady beat of your heart. With no clue what had happened or what to do his eyes searched desperately for someone, anyone who could help. Everyone else was in class, no one was coming. Eddie didn’t want to waste another second. “Alright. C’mon.” He whispered despite you not being able to hear him. He slid one arm under your legs, another behind your head to carry your limp body. “I’m gonna get you some help.”

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You blinked harshly at the fluorescents as you came to. You sat up slowly, taking in your surroundings. You were laid up in the nurse’s office.

“Nice to see you again, miss l/n” She joked. This wasn’t your first time being here and it wouldn’t be your last.

“How long was I out this time?” You groaned, still feeling groggy.

“About 7 minutes I’d say. But Mr. Munson here brought you in with record time.” She gave Eddie an admirable nod before leaving to write you out an excuse. He could’ve left. The nurse assured him you would be okay but instead he waited. He was still a little shaken up by the incident but was relieved to see you awake. You rubbed your eyes to see Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson sitting across the room.

“It’s alive!” His hands shot above his head. The chain around his wrist jingled with the motion. You looked at him almost in disbelief. You two had never even talked. You always found Eddie sort of intimidating with his edgy style of dress, macabre interest and startling behavior (climbing on tables, screaming at other students for a laugh, ect.) You squinted at the man in confusion.

“Wh-what happened? How’d I get here?”

“Well, uh…you completely checked out. I saved you from going splat then I carried you here.” His brown eyes peered up at the ceiling as he recounted the incident.

“…oh.” That was the only word you could manage. Of all people to come to your rescue, Eddie Munson would’ve been one of the last people you’d expect.

“So…you wanna tell me what happened or…?” Eddie was genuine in his concern. You looked so vulnerable lying in his arms. He worried for you.

“POTS.” You replied simply.

“Pot?!” Eddie’s brows shot sky high. He had partook in the green MANY times and never passed out like that.

“No, no!” You giggled. “POTS. It’s a medical condition. Causes me to faint.”

“Oooh POTS.” He nodded. The nods quickly shifted to a shake from left to right. “I have no idea what that is. Buuut maybe you could tell me more about it…pretty, fainting girl.” Eddie’s dimples deepened into a charming smile.

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That afternoon, Eddie walked you home. Your books tucked under his arm like a gentleman while you explained your condition. He frowned upon hearing the frequency of your fainting episodes, his puppy dog eyes peering down at you.

“It is what it is.” You shrugged. You weren’t the type to feel sorry for yourself. This was the only life you had ever known. Maybe things weren’t ideal but you were still grateful to be alive. Little moments like this reminded you of that fact. The midday sun illuminated Eddie’s features perfectly. You never really noticed how beautiful he truly was.

“I think I know what you need.” His lips curled at the corners, eyes still locked on you.

“Oh yea? What’s that?”

“You need a bodyguard. Y’know, someone to keep close just incase you conk out. It just so happens I make a pretty good landing pad.” His proposition wasn’t subtle in the least which you actually found strangely attractive.

“How are your knees?” You scrunched your face feeling guilty for what had happened.

“Oh they’re definitely bruised, but it’s fine. Small price to pay to save a damsel in distress.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“My hero.” You clasped your hands over your heart which made Eddie laugh. “Your services as a bodyguard might actually be helpful, but how will you know when I need you?”

“I won’t. I’ll just have to follow you everywhere you go.”

“Deal.”

And just like that, you and Eddie became inseparable. He walked you from class to class. Saved you a seat at lunch everyday and even drove you home after school. He learned your triggers as well as little ways to manage your condition like keeping salty snacks in his van for you or reminding you not to stay stationary for too long. It was always the plan to spend as much time with you as possible. Acting as your service dog provided endless opportunities for Eddie to get to know the girl behind the beautiful face as well as show he wasn’t the polarizing person the students of Hawkins painted him to be. You quickly came to realize he wasn’t scary at all. He was funny, gentle. Even charming. After each an every episode, you awoke to Eddie stroking your hair, tucking pieces behind your ear as you laid across his lap. His deep, warm eyes welcoming you back to reality with a smile. He became your biggest source of comfort. Just as Eddie had hoped, you became a couple before too long. The Freak and the Fainter his Hellfire friends called you which you found amusing.

You often accompanied Eddie to his D&D nights, playing mediator between the captivated party and the merciless dungeon master.

“Oh my God, we’re fucked.” Dustin panicked. Eddie had just released a zombie hoard upon his friends. All of which were low on HP. “We are so FUCKED!” He screeched.

“Maybe not! We just need to strategize!” Lucas feigned hopefulness while Eddie chuckled darkly at their dismay.

“Gentlemen, I would have to agree with Henderson here in saying….you’re totally fucked. You fought valiantly but let’s not delay the inevitable.”

“Eddie, come on. Aren’t you the least bit interested in seeing what they can come up with? You gotta give them a chance!” Your eyes pleaded with him while you rested your hand on his knee. He was such a sucker for you. Eddie was wrapped around your finger and you knew it. His dungeon master persona began to falter. Jeff mouthed a grateful ‘thank you’ from across the table.

“Fine. You’ve got three minute. Devise your plan, then it’s judgment day.” He turned over a small hourglass. The sand trickled down grain by grain.

“Where’s my notebook? WHERES MY GODDAMN NOTEBOOK!? I NEED TO WRITE THIS STUFF DOWN!” Dustin yelled. Time was of the essence. You were invested at this point.

“There’s some in the supply closet!” You rushed there and immediately began scanning the shelves for the extra pads of paper. You spotted them on the top shelf. You stretched your arms high but they were just out of reach. The party was huddled, speaking in whispers while Eddie watched them arrogantly. You felt the pressure on you when you glanced at the hourglass. Just a little further, you thought. You stood on your tip toes and craned as tall as you could. Your fingers were finally able to graze the corner of a notepad but then it hit you. Overcome with a dizzy sensation, your vision blurred. Your head felt heavy and your knees weak. Eddie was so caught up in watching his friends scramble for options, he hadn’t even noticed you were having an episode. A loud thud followed by the crashing of supplies struck everyone’s attention, all turning their heads to the closet.

“NoNoNoNoNo!” Eddie practically jumped out of his chair to get to you. You were out cold, a small cut bleeding on your forehead. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He scooped you up in his arms and brought you out to where everyone else stood and waited.

“She must’ve fainted again.” Mike deduced.

“Yea, no shit, Wheeler.” Eddie snapped. “I didn’t think! I wasn’t thinking that she- Oh man, I messed up!” Eddie dabbed at your cut with his sleeve. He cradled you while rocking back and forth as he waited for the moment to pass. The minutes felt like hours. The party members were scared. They had never seen Eddie so shaken up before. “Its been almost 15 minutes! She’s never out this long, man!” Guilt was consuming Eddie while he looked at your unconscious form. He should’ve been there to catch you. What if something is terribly wrong this time and it’s all his fault?

“What should we do!?” Mike questioned frantically.

“Call an ambulance! We gotta get here somewhere! She’s not okay! This isn’t okay!” Eddie’s voice was broken. He held back tears. He was scared. Gareth ran to a phone and called the emergency line.

“Our friend, she-she passed out! She’s not waking up!” Eddie bit his lips harshly as he listened to Garett on the phone.

“Please, Y/N. Please wake up.” Eddie pulled you tightly to his chest and rested his chin on your head. Everyone watched the two of you, rocking back and forth on the floor. A small twitch animated your left hand which otherwise hung limp from your body.

“Eddie! I think she’s waking up!” Dustin pointed to your hand. Eddie noticed the motion and started tapping at your cheeks.

“C’mon, Sweetheart. You gotta get up. Wake up for me, please?” Your hand lifted to rest against Eddie’s chest.

“Wh-what-” You pried your eyes open to see Eddie’s tearful face hovering above you. “Passed out?” You weakly question. Gareth informed the person on the phone you were waking up, the ambulance wouldn’t be necessary.

“Yea…you passed out big time.” Eddie exhaled a small chuckle. “I didn’t catch you…I wasn’t there.” He was so remorseful. He half expected you to be disappointed in him for not being there when you needed him most. You blinked, swimming in your own aching head. A smile crept to your face.

“Better luck next time.”

Eddie put the remainder of his campaign on hold. You joked with the boys that you were proving them the ultimate distraction so they could escape Eddie’s clutches. They just didn’t utilize it properly. You were so tired after all that, you could barely stand. You wrapped your arms around Eddie’s neck while he carried to his van. He grabbed a bandaid from the glove compartment for your head, applying it with the upmost care.

“Does it hurt?”

“Stings.” You winced. Eddie placed a bottle of water in your hands and a kiss to your cheek.

“Let’s get you home.”

———

He carried you up the stairs bridal style. Once in your room he pulled back the cream colored comforter on your bed and helped you slide beneath its warmth.

“Did I scare you?” You asked, your voice small and exhausted.

“That was terrifying.” Eddie laughed. He had finally calmed down from the ordeal and was able to smile again. He pulled the blanket over you, tucking it snugly along your sides. “I thought I fucked up big time. I was scared you weren’t gonna wake up.”

“Eddie…it’s gonna happen again. As much as you might want to, you can’t be there every time it happens. Nor do I expect you to.” You touched your finger tips to his cheek. “It’s okay.” Eddie grabbed your hand, pressing a small kiss along the back of it. “Will you stay? I kinda don’t feel like being alone.” It wasn’t a question the even needed to be answered. Eddie kicked off his shoes and laid down next to you over the blankets. You smiled at his perfect face, just inches away from yours. Eddie kissed you softly amid the light’s warm, yellow glow. Your eyes grew heavier with each slow blink. Eddie played with your hair as you drifted off. Maybe he couldn’t be with you all the time, but he’d be there whenever you wanted him.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x fem reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson angst #Eddie Munson request

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milfjuulpod · 8 months

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Gifts Aplenty

req: yes

please write something about melissa going to a farmer’s market every weekend and buys things she doesn’t need because she is infatuated with reader, who has a table. just something fluffy and cute!!

A/N: thank you so much for sending this in! apologies for taking so long with it, i’ve been feeling a little meh about my writing lately, so i hope this turned out alright for ya 🖤

The sound of your doorbell was heard from your kitchen, and immediately nerves and excitement surged through you. Today Melissa was coming over for the first time. After mentioning a crafting project you were taking on, Melissa offered to help get you started. The two of you became close relatively quickly, a bit of a surprise to you (and everyone else). The second grade teacher was known for having a tough exterior and a bit of an edge, but that’s what you liked about her, and she liked something about you too.

You opened the door, and there she was. Melissa looked at you like she was surprised you were there, hands full of bags to help with the day. “Hi! Welcome to my humble abode,” you said, opening the door fully and taking a step back to let her in. Melissa walked to your living room and took her time taking everything in. “Humble indeed, where’s all your decorations, kid? Your desk at work is covered in little toys, I’m surprised the coffee table isn’t the same,” she said, sitting herself down on your couch. You crossed the room and sat down next to her, trying to ignore how happy it made you that she noticed your work desk and its many inhabitants. “Yeah, well, I haven’t had much time to get stuff for my house. Plus what do you put on a coffee table? I know nothing about interior design,” You replied, earning a chuckle from the redhead next to you. “We’ll work on it. But first, the actual work I came to do.”

The rest of the day was spent close to Melissa, working mostly in silence as the two of you attempted to figure out how to build a bookshelf. “Why didn’t you just buy one from Ikea? They come with instructions y’know,” Melissa teased. “I like things to be homemade, have a personality. I don’t know, personal preference I guess,” You found yourself being more honest and open with Melissa the longer she spent time in your home. Unbeknownst to you, what you just said would stick in her mind for weeks to come.

The following Monday was like any other, a quick drive to work, pick up coffee, meet everyone in the break room. Your coworkers were filing in one by one, surrounding the tv in the back to catch up on the news. Melissa was one of the last to come in, but when she did, you noticed the extra bags she was carrying. She smiled a hello to you and motioned for you to come closer to her. “Good morning, what’s all this?” You asked. “I went to the farmer’s market yesterday morning, figured I’d bring in some extra breakfast. You hungry?” Melissa answered your question with a question. Nodding, you took one of the pastries she brought in. There was another bag in the redhead’s hand, small, with what looked like a homemade logo on it. She was hiding it behind her leg, like a child giving someone a present.

“Hey, uh, come by my room during lunch, kid.” Melissa told you, and before you could question why, she was walking out the door to her own room. Shaking it off, you tried to tune in to the tv. Emphasis on try—the only thing going on inside your head was the older woman you just spoke to. Melissa often was on your mind as of lately, the way she talked to you, so soft like she was nervous. The way she jumped to take care of you, how beautiful she managed to be every single day, even at 7:30 in the morning. So naturally, you spent the next three periods a bit scatterbrained, only thinking of the woman you wanted to spend all day with.

When the lunch bell rang, you practically jumped from your chair and nearly ran your students to the cafeteria. Anxiously, you made your way to Melissa’s classroom. You knocked three times and heard a loud ‘come in!’ Melissa sat at her desk, glasses holding up her hair as she looked over papers from the morning. “Hi honey, come sit. I got you something,” She said. Honey, you thought. That was new, you’ve heard kid, and more recently hon, but honey was new, and it made your cheeks red and warm. From under her desk, she pulled out the bag from this morning, with the tiny logo on the front. She walked to the table you sat yourself at and placed the gift in front of you. As if she was trying to get a reaction from you, she sat herself down in the chair right next to you, knees brushing against each other.

Out of the bag, you pulled a candle holder, decorated like it was a small tree, covered in roots and leaves. It was the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. “You…This is for me? It’s so pretty Melissa, thank you…” You said, unable to pull your eyes away from your present from the redhead you were slowly falling in love with. “Yeah, I remember you said you didn’t have anything to decorate with, so I figured this would be a step in the right direction. Is it okay? Do you like it?” She asked, nerves evident in the way her voice shook. “Of course I do, it’s gorgeous. Thank you,” you turned to finally look at her, both of you sitting just inches apart, cheeks pink and palms sweaty. “Eh, it’s nothing,” Melissa replied.

The following Monday was the same. Arrive at work, get breakfast from Melissa, and go to her room at lunch for another present. And the Monday after that, and the Monday that followed. By the end of the month, your coffee table was full of trinkets from Melissa. You loved coming home and seeing the gifts she got for you, each one reminded you of the woman in a different way, and how special you were to her. You were aware of the feelings you had for the redhead, and with the past month of being showered in her affection, it grew each and every day.

So, you asked Melissa to come over for a movie and dinner Friday after work, to which, of course, she said yes. Looking at your phone, it said 6:28, right around the time you told her to stop by. As if you summoned her with your thoughts, you heard a knock at the door. Opening it, you were greeted with Melissa wearing a low cut top and leggings, so casual yet somehow it made your mouth water and your eyes go wide. “Are you gonna let me in?” She teased, and pushed her way beside you to come inside. “You put up the trinkets? All of them?” She asked, unable to pull her eyes from everything she bought you spread out with such care on your table. You closed the front door and followed Melissa to the living room, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to do the same.

“Of course I did, Mel. They’re special to me,” You told her honestly. The redhead beside you opened her mouth to say something, but quickly decided against it and averted her gaze. “Why did you buy all of these for me?” You asked. Melissa looked shocked that you would ask such a thing, as if the answer was obvious. “I…I don’t know. You said you didn’t have much to decorate with so I just started picking stuff up that reminded me of you. Just like they’re special to you…” She trailed off. You gave her a look to continue and thankfully, she did. “You’re special to me. I don’t know what this feeling is, I just…” She stopped again. With a deep breath, you finished her thought. “You just…want to be with me all the time? And get me things? Cook for me? Help me inside and outside of work?”

She chuckled, cheeks turning pink out of embarrassment. You held her hand gently, hoping she would get the message. Just in case she didn’t, you continued. “You like me, don’t you?” Melissa finally brought her green eyes to meet yours again, and nodded slowly. “Good. Because I like you too, I don’t invite just anybody over multiple times and spend all my hours with them. Just you, Melissa.” You watched her eyes wander from your own to your lips, and back up again, asking a silent question. You smiled at the action, whether she meant to do it or not. The older woman took that as a yes, and cupped your cheek. You leaned into her touch, and leaned even farther into her, finally pressing your lips together after all this time. The two of you ran out of breath rather quickly, nerves high as ever. “I’m glad you came over tonight,” You told her, foreheads against each other. Melissa smiled and the pink came back to her cheeks again. “Yeah, me too hon.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #reader fic #wlw #abbott elementary fics #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary #law posting #melissa hours

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prismaticfaery · 1 year

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Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ghost has rules for himself to follow, that much is clear. But with you around, he can't seem to follow them.

TW: Some cursing, jealousy from Ghost if you squint, injuries, blood, typical Call of Duty stuff.

Rating: Mature, for safety!

Requested by: simonsdoll ❤️

A/N: I had gotten nearly halfway done when I realized you wanted headcanons, I am so sorry! Let me know if you want me to do something different for you.

There were certain precautions Ghost liked to take, one: trust no one. Two: don’t get too personal. Three: don’t fall in love, because it’s going to hurt like hell and what if they end up like his entire family? He could keep going down the list but it would take a while.

You joined Task Force 141 as a sniper— a sharp shooter to be exact. You had great skill, and were disciplined. Price selected you himself after seeing your skills in action on the field when you accompanied himself and Gaz on a mission.

The first time Simon questioned himself on his “list of precautions”, was when you had been introduced to the Task Force. Being the person he was, Simon took a spot in the very back of the room, Gaz being right in front of him. The briefing room door opened, revealing a very new face on base. You were small but most people compared to himself were small, and had a friendly disposition, your hands clasped together in front of you, your lips turned up in a slight smile as you stood next to Price. You seemed to be quite popular already as people showed their interest in you the moment you walked through the briefing room door, their backs straightening and their attention on you.

“I’d like for you all to meet Y/N, she’ll be our newest Task Force member,” Price’s arm stretched out, his hand motioning for you to come forth, ”Gaz, show her around base.”

“Yes, sir,” Gaz nodded, then motioned for her to sit next to him during the briefing.

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Simon crosses his arms, slumping down. He could have shown you around, he was higher up after all. Quickly realizing that he was acting like a toddler, he straightened his spine, listening to Price’s speech about contraband being high lately on base and how it needs to be cracked down on. Bloody hell, Simon thought, this is tedious.

As the briefing went on, Simon caught your quick shift in your seat, the briefing packet you had gotten was across your lap, your pen in hand, and your head tilted down. You were taking notes from what it looked like, until he heard an unbearable amount of scratching from your pen suddenly. Leaning in his seat a little, he could see black ink splotches on your packet of paper, no doubt small doodles that you were creating. Gaz was looking down at your packet, a smile on his face, quietly mentioning how nicely you draw. Moving your head to face Gaz, Simon could see your lovely smile, genuine and with little creases in the corners, and Simon couldn’t help but think about how adorable it was seeing your smile, even though it was from the side.

From that moment on, Simon was struck by your very presence— something drew him to you. He would steal glances whenever he could, try to choose the spot next to you during briefings, riding in vehicles, anything.

He was a fool to think this was going to get anywhere, he was your superior and he wasn’t ready for the possible heartbreak and rejection.

Then his mind brought him back to his rules and he’d slink back into his hole of refusing to get close to anyone out of fear and previous trauma. He couldn’t save his family, but he could save you.

The second time Ghost questioned himself was when you were invited to sit with everyone in the mess hall weeks later, Gaz waving quite fervently for you to come over to the table. Beside Simon, sat Soap, Gaz in front of them, with Price settled next to Gaz. Taking the free spot next to Gaz, you placed your tray of breakfast down, then swung your legs over the bench seat to finally relax in the seat. You and Simon had already gone on two missions together, and he wanted to consider you at least an acquaintance.

You had taken to sitting alone or with the friends you had made over your short time on base, eating quietly with a book or your phone placed on the table, so it was quite shocking to have Gaz ask for you to sit with him and the other superiors. Never getting along with the other superiors at your last base, it was strange having such friendly comrades who never pulled rank or degraded you for being a woman even though you just so happened to be a better shot than them.

Gaz was bringing up a new TV show he had started as you had silently taken a drink of your orange juice. It was strange, but you could feel a chill make its way down your neck, and then your spine. It was almost as if someone was watching you and you were correct, Ghost’s hazel eyes were stalking your every move. You had noticed over time that this was something Ghost did a lot, and not just to you. He was analytical and mistrusting of everyone he didn’t consider a friend or close comrade. This was alluring to you– his mysterious shroud, and you found yourself wanting to squeeze into his close circle.

Being quite the silent and stern one, Ghost had put you on edge a few times and you had even yelled at him to wear a bell or something so he wouldn’t scare the crap out of you anymore when he entered the room you were in. But during one of your last missions together, he had opened up a bit and asked you some simple “break the ice” questions as you had set up for the night in a safe house with your squad. It was clear how much he cared for his team and for the Task Force’s purpose by the different ways he performed on the field.

“Everything okay, sir?” You finally ask, placing your glass of half finished orange juice back down on the table.

Snapping out of his strange daze, Simon nodded, blond lashes downturned now as he picked up his cup of hot tea, lifting up his black balaclava to take a sip. He was always calculated with how he ate and drank, his arm always sneakily covering his exposed chin and mouth. You had asked Gaz about why he hid his face, to which he replied: “he just does.”

Throughout the rest of breakfast, Simon sneaks small peeks at you, and he was absolutely sure that you had no idea, but you knew. It made your heart pound, and your cheeks heat up knowing that he seemed to have found interest in you. You felt like a highschooler with a crush.

And boy did Simon feel the same, but he had his rules.

The third time was when the Task Force had an important mission, you stayed stationed on top of a roof, your head covered with a sniper hood as you lay prone, watching your team sneak through the building ahead of you. With the building’s lights on, you could see clearly through the large windows, sniping anyone that came into your field of view.

“Gaz, help me breach this door,” Price says through the comms.

“Yes, sir,” Gaz replies.

You could see Price and Gaz huddle to the sides of the door, readying their weapons as they kick the door down. Once they clear the room, they begin searching for intel, searching through all of the computers.

You then move your rifle to watch Ghost through your scope, his large form taking down a smaller male, his pistol smacking the man straight on the nose before squeezing the trigger and letting a bullet embed into the man’s skull.

“Nice moves, L.t.,” you switch comms channels quickly to speak through to Ghost’s channel, your voice sounding quite flirtatious in your Lieutenant’s ear.

“You like that, eh?” Ghost sounded amused, a giddiness floating through his body.

Ghost’s weapon is brought up at the ready suddenly, and you soon notice why. Two men come through the hallway, inching in on Ghost’s position. You position your sniper rifle to hover over one of the men’s heads, pulling the trigger and hitting him right through the skull, his body tumbling to the floor. His partner begins to panic, his knees bending so he could duck away from another possible shot from the shadows. Quickly positioning the scope to hover above him and waiting for the gust of wind to die down, you dispose of him before Ghost can.

Watching Ghost peek his head out of the door and into the hall was like birthday gift and you start snickering when he visually shrugs his shoulders, “woman after my own heart,” Ghost says into his comms.

“You’re welcome, L.t.,” you muse, voice dripping with pride.

Fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of him.

The fourth time, months later while in the desert of Al Mazrah, Ghost was the one to notice you had taken a hit to your leg. You hid your pain well but as you rode in the backseat of a truck, thigh to thigh with him, he felt the warm and wet sensation of your blood staining his own cargo pants. Your eyes pleaded with him– begging him to not tell any of the men in your squad that you took a hit.

You made the stupid decision to snipe another sniper, and he happened to see the glint of your scope and take his shot before you could. The bullet grazed your leg, gashing it open. You choke on a gasp as you clutch your leg and roll over onto your back to hide away from the other sniper. Thankfully, the roof had good cover.

“Couldn’t get the sniper on the roof, he saw me,” you conceal your voice, sounding as normal as you can, but the need to wail and scream from the pain was heavy.

“I’ve got him in my sight,” you hear Ghost over comms, he was in his own sniping position on another roof.

As you sit with your leg gashed open and your wound bleeding still, you grit your teeth, your bottom sat on the side of the bathtub of the safe house, the cold from the porcelain gnawing at your bare legs and underwear covered bum. You had a trauma kit sitting on the floor, bloody gauze discarded all around your feet, you nearly cried, knowing damn well that you’d need to stitch yourself up with no pain management. You hold a new sheet of gauze to your leg, pressing down to keep bleeding minimal, your other hand fiddling with a needle already threaded and ready to use.

Someone barges through the door, scaring the life out of you as you scramble to cover yourself, “nothing I haven’t seen before, calm yourself,” Ghost’s deep voice brings you out of your tizzy, your eyes settling on him as he crouches down in front of you.

“Is the door locked?” You ask hurriedly.

Nodding, Ghost takes his skeleton hand gloves off, handing them to you, “I can’t promise you that those aren’t filthy but they’ll come in use if you need to scream.”

There was no way in hell those gloves were going in your mouth.

Spraying his hands with antiseptic, he grabs the needle and thread from you, placing his other hand gingerly on your thigh. Looking up into your eyes, you nod and give him permission to start. As he pushes the needle through your skin, you grit your teeth and hiss, a low groan rumbling in your throat.

“What’s your name?” You ask, Ghost’s eyes narrowing from the very random question you asked, and soon he realizes it was your way of distracting yourself, “surely your name isn’t Ghost.”

“It’s Simon,” your Lieutenant answers quickly, his hand squeezing your thigh to get the needle through your flesh quicker.

“Hm, very nice,” Simon huffs a quiet chuckle at your comment and how it sounded so monotone suddenly.

As Simon continues stitching up your wound, you begin to breathe heavily, squeezing Simon’s gloves. He wipes away a small trail of blood flowing down your thigh with a gauze before it lands on the floor, his fingers nimble and firm. Simon’s hand then grips your thigh harder to avert your attention away from the stinging and pulling from the needle and thread.

“You know, you could tell me that you like me,” you smirk.

“What the hell are you going on about?” Simon is unamused, flipping the bottle of antiseptic over, the gauze on the opening soaking through; he’d be lying if he said his cheeks weren’t on fire from your last sentence.

“Cut the shit, L.t., it’s just us right now.”

“Yeah well, you’re bleeding and this is hardly the place,” the cold sting of the antiseptic soaked gauze makes you flinch.

“I think this is the perfect place,” you look around the bathroom, then back at Simon.

Once the antiseptic is wiped onto your skin, Simon then covers your wound with a gauze, making sure the adhesive sticks along the borders. He then sighs and sits back on his heels, looking straight at you.

“I told myself that I wouldn’t get attached to anyone, but I find myself not sticking to my word,” Simon confesses, and you find yourself watching your features soften in the reflection of his hazel pools.

“And what if I felt the same?” You state, watching his eyes soften now, his long blond lashes were giving you butterflies.

“Then let me take you out when we get back home and we can go from there.”

#call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2

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f1daydreamers · 10 months

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𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 [𝐋𝐒𝟏𝟖] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔

photo credits: Pinterest

Pairing: Lance Stroll × Fem!Reader

Summary: Asking the driver of the team you work for to attend a wedding with you as your fake date is possibly one of the dumbest ideas you've had ever.. but also one of the best.

Warnings: angst, lottssss of fluff cause u guys deserve some, lots of mentions of alcohol, basically a party lmao

A/N: I’ve got ideas for a mini-series with Lando and one-shots with Max but I need to finish this off before I get carried away elsewhere!! ALSO, super sorry for the late update but it’s been a hectic last few weeks with weddings (summers are BUSY) but yep, finally dialled down and ready to post!

Listen to 'Ho Hey' by The Lumineers during the dancing part, it's such a feel good song :')

Word Count: 3.4k words (12 mins reading time avg)

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"Ow." You say monotonously as Lance rewraps the elastic bandage, then loosens it amidst your very nonchalant way of expressing agitation.

"The bruising's little better, you just gotta try and keep it straight." You nod, turning your attention to your sister who slid her chicken off of her fork by her teeth.

Lance turned to face his body forward again, tugging the sleeves of his blazer down. He watched as you directed your gaze towards your knee, carefully adjusting the bandage a couple of inches higher to prevent any itchiness.

"Can't believe you hurt it the day of the wedding." You shrug, fiddling with the hem of your dress and stretching your leg out, being careful as to not collide it with someone else's foot beneath the table.

"Just my luck," you settled on an answer and took a sip from your wine glass which desperately needed refilling if you wanted to let the thoughts of your damned knee waft out of your mind.

As if on cue, the waiter who was serving your group tonight popped open and poured a few inches of content from a fresh bottle into your glass. You refrained from asking him to hand you the entire thing. Once he'd began tending to someone else, you spared no moment in taking another sip, though this one was much longer than the previous one.

It didn't slip your notice how Lance leaned in, his words laced with a faint concern.

"You do know alcohol slows your healing down." You only give him a side eye, your lips touching the rim of the glass. Maybe you paused for a brief moment to register what he'd told you, but it didn't matter because you resumed consumption of the liquid seconds later.

He chuckled, shaking his head. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something else but his eyebrows raised in attention as his head whisked to meet your brother.

"Try some of the sushi mate," he prodded hospitably, but Lance brought a hand to his stomach, "I'm not a fan of it. I'm sure it's been well-made but I've tried it a few times in the past."

"Ah." He paused before your mum cut in, she was dabbing her napkin to either side of her lips. "Y/N, you should've told us. I would've asked for something else to be made." You really wanted to roll your eyes, she definitely wouldn't have. In fact, had she known, she probably would've asked for just seafood to be made.

"No harm done." Lance smiled, seeing the impatience with your mom already bubbling up evidently on your face. "Do you cook?" Your mother didn't stop there though as she recaptured his attention.

"I do sometimes, yes." His response took you by surprise, you'd never pegged him as the cooking type. Yet, the revelation only added to his allure in your mind.

"What, tea and toast?" She covered with a laugh though you knew it was a subtle dig, it didn't seem to occur to the man besides you as he only breathily laughed with her, assuming lightheartedness but there was nothing lighthearted about her.

"He can make plenty of things." You added, injecting a touch of seriousness into the conversation. Lance's eyes briefly flickered towards you, his eyebrows furrowing in a slight downward motion.

"Oh?" She sounded surprised, he was quick in interjecting to downplay the sudden admittance. "Y/N's hyping me up," he smiled then continued, "um no a-a couple of things sure. Just practical stuff."

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, noting his growing nervousness as he struggled to comprehend the atmosphere surrounding the conversation. You could sense the tension in the air, a feeling that lingered.

Releasing a sigh, you made a conscious effort to ease the growing awkwardness, forcing a smile as you lifted your gaze once again. "A man of many talents," you commented, aiming to lighten the mood.

Lance smiled at your compliment, remaining modest as he nodded appreciatively in your direction. It was evident that he was grateful you didn't let your mother's remarks affect your mood.

...

A few of the guests were beginning to leave the dinner table, the party now beginning to bleed on to the dance floor. You were slouched in your chair, going through your Instagram when Lance stood up.

"Where you going?" You asked him, though soon to be regretting it when his smile widened. "To dance. And you're coming with me."

Your eyes widen in horror, "I don't- no. I-" He doesn't let you finish your sentence, already tugging your hand up as you slide your phone flat on to the dinner table.

"My knee." You say in a matter-of-fact tone but you know it's not nearly as bad as it was earlier, the compression doing wonders for it.

Lance sees right through your lies because his grip on your hand doesn't loosen, "I'll be careful." You quickly join the assumption that he wanted to dance with you, not just have you up there to lessen his own embarrassment.

"I-" He tuts, "come on."

"Go have fun Y/N. It's not like this opportunity'll come 'round again." Your aunt wags her eyebrows suggestively, and Lance tilts his head towards her, wordlessly agreeing with the cheeky grin on his lips still very much prominent.

"You've definitely had more to drink than I have." He laughs, successfully helping you stand up and guiding you to the dance floor. He moved to the rhythm of the music, already grooving as he walked.

Suddenly, he tugged on your hand, causing you to turn towards him. Your eyes locked as his gaze swept over your body before returning to meet yours. With a playful smirk, he lifted your hand and drew you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist.

As the beat pulsated through the air, he began to shimmy his shoulders, a glint in his eyes. A smile adorned his lips when you instinctively started swaying your hips, matching his energy.

"I don't know where I belong, I don't know where I went wrong, but I can write a song," Lance sang along with the words, his voice as silky as butter. Oblivious to the effect he was having on you, he seamlessly continued on to the chorus, his energy contagious and captivating. You struggled to keep up with the whirlwind of feelings surging through your veins.

A genuine smile graced your lips as Lance playfully tried to engage you in the dance, guiding your arms and encouraging any movement. Laughter bubbles forth as he effortlessly twists you every which way. In the midst of the moment, the encounter with your mother fades into insignificance, and any lingering irritation dissipates.

You're overwhelmed with appreciation for the lengths your 'boyfriend' is willing to go to keep up an appearance.

Lance extends his arm, spinning you around before pulling you close, your bodies meeting. Your forearms align with his chest, and his hands firmly hold yours against his body as he continues to sing.

The lyrics escape his lips, "I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart," and in that moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance that feels like pure magic.

You're already breathing a little heavier after the song had ended, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead but the man who'd constantly been spinning and twirling you around looked effortlessly handsome still. The perks of being fit, you supposed.

"I love this song." You listened a little closer then laughed when Lance began singing again, but messed up the lyrics a little.

"It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something stu- dumb to do." The note way off-key meant you couldn't help but chuckle, finding his imperfection endearing. Your head naturally found its place nestled in the dip of his collarbone as he joined in with your laughter.

Moments later, you lifted your head, resuming the dance with him. Once the chorus had begun, he quickly found his rhythm, the music guiding his movements flawlessly.

As the DJ continued to spin songs perfectly suited for a lively and exuberant wedding reception, a few guests eventually broke off from the floor to take a break or grab another drink.

However, you and Lance showed no signs of faltering. Fuelled by the atmosphere, you both remained in sync, undeterred by the fact that it'd been a while you'd been dancing. The music seemed to invigorate you, carrying you both through the night as you danced with unwavering enthusiasm, creating sparks of energy and joy on the dance floor.

As you settle onto a stool by the bar, your now sister-in-law taps you on the shoulder, holding a drink filled with clear liquid in her hand. Leaning down to ensure you hear her, she whispers, "you guys look great together."

Despite mustering a smile, a sour feeling comes over you. On one hand, it feels amazing that you and Lance have managed to convince everyone of your relationship, but you know it's not real. Your feelings for him are genuine, but he remains your colleague and friend — nothing more.

"I don't know how much it means coming from me, but he seems like a really good guy." You look up to meet her gaze, she tugs her dress closer to her legs to sit on the stool opposite you. "Can you tell my mom that?" She smiles, remaining cautious but you understood why. That is her mother-in-law now.

"I don't get the ex thing. The way you look at Lance, I don't know, you never looked at Thomas that way." She leans in to add convincingly, she was only dating your brother during the brief time you were seeing your ex, but the fact that she sees right through you makes you wonder just how obvious your attraction really is. To Lance especially.

You smile appreciatively nevertheless, at least someone's in your corner.

When you feel a presence come up behind you, you don't hold back a grimace when Thomas steps forward. You mouth 'save yourself' to your sister-in-law who chuckles, giving you a small hug before being whisked away by your brother, her husband, as he invites her to dance.

He takes her spot on the stool and you move to get up but he grabs your arm, "five minutes." You shrug his grip off of you and sit back down, pushing your stool a little back to maintain some distance. "Two."

"You're not serious about the F1 bloke, are ya?" You sigh, wiping the tip of your nose with your thumb to catch the tiny drop of sweat.

"I don't have to explain my life choices to you but just so you know, yes, I am serious about him." You state as if it should be clear, although maybe it was. In another reality far from this one, nobody would bring their partner to a family wedding unless they were truly committed to them.

"I know he's not your boyfriend, Y/N," Tom stares at you intently as he finishes his sentence, clearly anticipating any change in your demeanor or facial expression, causing you to suppress any visible reaction. But you're quite certain that your internal organs momentarily ceased functioning.

"What're you on about?" You question him.

He scoffs, as if you're just prolonging the inevitable truth. "At best, he's a friend. There's no way that dude's your boyfriend." You want to ask him how he caught on but didn't know how to word it so you chuckle instead, albeit a little nervously.

"You're funny." You say bitterly but Tom shrugs, a smirk on his lips, oozing confidence and surety in what he was saying as if he was aware this wasn't alcohol talking but the facts he'd built up since this weekend began.

"Come on. The air mattress in your bedroom, obviously has been slept in. On top of that, I haven't even seen you kiss the guy, just hugs and hand holding. People manage that with their mates."

You're beginning to get angry and you wonder if the two minutes you'd allowed him had grown to pass, "perving on my bedroom are we?" You suggest disgustingly through gritted teeth and Tom rolls his eyes, knowing you were stalling to gather a possible answer.

"I went to the bathroom, door was wide open. It's not like you tried to hide it." The smugness in his voice made you want to slap him but out of the corner of your eye, you saw your sister-in-law tap Lance's arm and point in your direction. You hid the relief washing over you, and swallowed your words.

"I couldn't give a shit about how you feel about my relationship." The anxiousness settling into the pit of your stomach caused you to feel a little nauseous.

"Mm-hmm, 'relationship'," he says, using air quotes with his fingers as he takes his hand off of his glass, followed by a playful wink directed at you. The feeling of nausea grows stronger, but you distract yourself when Lance places his hand on the small of your back.

Without wasting another moment, Tom leaves when Lance glares at him, leaving the two of you alone. He immediately redirects his attention towards you, his gaze fixed, wordlessly asking if you're okay.

"He knows," your voice shakes as you meet his eyes.

"Who?" He asks.

"Tom. He - figured it out. He knows we're not dating, he knows about the extra mattress in my room, he knows." You find yourself repeating, your mind in a frenzy as you whisper whatever you recall of the situation to the man currently hovering over you.

Your eyes glance behind Lance's body as you watch your ex go over to Kevin, interesting him in a conversation that you have no doubt is about his recent discovery.

"He's going to tell my brother, he's going to tell everyone-" You cut yourself off when Lance pushes his hand into your back, forcing you to meet his eyes again. Though this is not the time for it, the contact causes somersaults to erupt in your body.

"No he's not. He's not going to do anything, don't let him fuck with you." He reassures you, advising you to try and forget the encounter but it's all that is playing on your mind. You can't have him unwrap this entire weekend like a present waiting to be opened and showcased to everyone.

"Come on, it's the slow dance." You huff, finding right now a pretty stupid time to join your date for a dance. He sensed your hesitation, pulling you up by the hand much like he did a while ago.

"Isn't now a good as time as ever to convince everyone we are in love?"

You think about his question for a while then realise he had a point, you nod and let him guide you back to the dance floor, in a crowd full of many other couples doing the same thing.

You interlock your fingers around his neck, his hands finding their rightful places on either sides of your waist. You both begin to sway and you can see Tom standing just off of the floor, his eyes obviously trained on you and the F1 driver.

Lance looks down into your eyes to break your concentration, there was a subtle softness in them that you knew you could only claim as your own.

"What if he does tell everyone?" You whisper to him but he only smiles, contrasting you massively. One thing that differed between you was the lack of anxiousness in him and the load of it inside of you.

"A mattress can easily be explained, and he has nothing to prove that we're not dating." You swallow, remembering the other point Tom made in the short conversation.

"H-he said we haven't-" Lance's eyebrows furrow as your speech falters so you decide to rephrase it. "We only hug and stuff, to him couples do more than that."

"And to you?" You meet his lingering gaze, "what?"

His eyes fall to overlook your expression before catching your stare again, "what do you think couples do?" You subtly shrug when Lance tugs you closer to him. "I-I don't know. Traditional couple stuff." You curve around the obvious answer and he chuckles, nodding his head.

His eyes flicker to your lips and you could swear your heart skipped a beat, or maybe multiple beats. Your heart was fluttering vigorously within your chest, its rhythmic pounding so intense that you wondered if Lance could hear it if he focused hard enough.

You gazed at him, momentarily lost in admiration without any specific thoughts occupying your mind.

He observed you attentively, analysing you with deep contemplation. There was obviously something playing about his mind, but you couldn't decipher it, he'd never been one to read easily. He tucked in his bottom lip.

No words were exchanged but your chest was conveying more than enough, just as Lance's was. His emotions seemed to be a mix of nervousness, anxiety, and perhaps even panic. He couldn't understand why, this would only be a justifiable favour.

His gaze again shifted from your eyes to your lips, and the agitation in your body reached such a level that you felt your ribs may explode from the sheer feeling pent up inside of you. Raw emotions surged, unearthing feelings that perhaps you hadn't been sure about before. They were springing to life, blooming ever so confidently.

But so were you, every new sensation coursing through your veins made you feel alive, but frightened you too. It was powerful, overwhelming and a sensation that had never quite been matched with previous boyfriends.

You noticed the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. In response, you leaned in closer. You didn't want him to retreat from this proximity, despite the anxiousness gripping you.

You couldn't help but wonder the potential consequences that could arise. Any platonic friendship you'd built up until this point would be shattered. Lance sensed your distraction and squeezed your waist in response, "how's the knee doing?"

You sigh out an unsteady breath, "g-good." Your gaze was darting between his eyes, barely formulating a clear response to his question, obviously lacking confidence. You knew the song was only a couple of moments away from ending, though there was no countdown, everything felt perfect enough for it to happen now.

Your face began to warm up, "I-I'm not the only one who's having all these feelings, am I?" You asked ambiguously, half-fearing his response.

Lance knew exactly what you meant, it seemed a little inconclusive to make assumptions on such an open-ended question but the breathless look on your face and the glint in your eyes both served as hints.

"No," the ends of his lips curve slightly into a smile, only to serve as assurance that he wasn't answering for convenience but because he was telling the truth and he too was sick of having to hide it.

Lance moved maybe a centimetre or an inch closer to you, his proximity was so close that the tip of his nose brushed against yours, causing your eyelids to flutter. His hands slid slowly from either sides of your waist to your back, interlinking.

Your lips parted instinctively, your mind becoming clouded, and any trace of logic vanishing from your thoughts.

His bottom lip skimmed over your top one and you could've sworn your body had turned into jelly, you could feel him smile faintly before his mouth closed around yours. For a moment, neither you or Lance breathed.

Perhaps to give the other ample time to process this was really happening. A blush crept on to your cheeks, his lips began to move, enticing you to join him in an illusive dance.

You released a content sigh through your nose which only offered Lance more assurance, continuing to kiss you with eagerness you didn't know he had. You toyed with a few strands on the back of his head, gently tugging at his neck to urge him closer.

He hummed in response, happily complying with your unspoken command. You pulled away to catch your breath, he allowed you to step impossibly closer to him as people began curving you to go back to their seats as the next song began.

You took the minute you had to appreciate just how good he looked, his eyes light, his lips pink, and his fair skin glowing even under the DJ's overhead spotlights.

You met his lips again, remaining there for a few seconds before he moved against them, kissing you a few times. "God, you're amazing." He whispered when you detached for the final time, blushing but making no effort to conceal it anymore.

...

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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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sitting on Ted’s lap in public (maybe at a party) and moving around to tease him 😈

AN: fun fun fun, we love some light teasing (also sorry I’ve been MIA! Life! Good things!)

Rating: Mature

Tags: lap sitting, private relationship, teasing, prelude to sex, light dom energy

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The Richmond bus was rocking and rolling with the enthusiasm of the boys celebrating their win. You brought up the tail end, snapping pictures for the team socials: Higgins and Will high-fiving, Keeley’s small frame slung around Rebecca’s waist, a clap on the back from Roy to Jaime as they chanted their way up the bus steps. Enough pictures taken, you started making your way towards the back of the bus, Ted catching your eye with a wink, his hand brushing yours as you passed by.

It wasn’t a secret that you and Ted were an item but the two of you were adamant about mostly being about business during business hours. But as you passed you realized with the addition of Keeley and Rebecca every seat was taken. You turned around to see if you could find a ride with some of the support staff when the bus started rolling and you tumbled into Ted’s lap.

“Well hello there darling,” Ted crooned playfully in your ear.

You laughed, “Howdy there coach. Great job today.” Beard was sitting next to the two of you, a book already opened in front of him and paying the two of you no mind. “I guess I should tell the driver—”

But before you could ask the driver to stop as soon as he’d started, the Richmond boys started singing Sweet Caroline and there was no way the driver would hear you.

“Darlin’ I think you’re staying put,” Ted laughed as you craned your neck to try to catch the eye of the driver, the motion giving Ted a view straight down your shirt. Richard was the one who caught him staring and gave him an approving nod that made his cheeks blush crimson. You turned to look at Ted and caught his eyes quickly darting up from your chest to your face and you smirked.

“Don’t be silly Ted it's an hour’s ride! I’m sure Rebecca and Keeley can squeeze—” You started to stand but Ted quickly wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Please, stay put,” Ted begged, the tone sending a shiver down your spine, “or this might get mighty embarrassin’ for me.” It took you a second to connect the dots, but you shifted your hips and felt the embarrassment in question, Ted’s erection making itself known against your backside.

Before you could think of all the ways you could drive Ted crazy for the next hour, Sam turned around from the row above to pull Ted into an argument and you giggled to yourself at how admirably he held it together as he laughed and nodded along. You crossed one leg over the other which only pressed you further against him and you heard him stutter at the same time you felt his cock twitch.

The conversation ended and Ted dropped his forehead against your shoulder, releasing a heavy sigh. You peeked over at Beard to find that his book had migrated from his lap to his face and he was lightly snoring. You adjusted and wrapped your arm around Ted’s shoulder, pressing a surreptitious kiss to the spot behind his ear and he shuddered and groaned. Ted tightened his grip on you, his fingertips pressing into your waist before sliding down your leg and squeezing just above your knee.

“You just refuse to act right, don’t you darlin’,” Ted’s voice was light but it brought up every memory of Ted and you in the bedroom, his southern drawl encouraging you to be a good girl for him and now it was your turn to bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together. “When we get home you’ll have to find out what happens when you don’t act right, won’t you?” Your eyes shut as you tried to hold yourself together, but Ted only squeezed his hand again, which you knew meant he wanted an answer. But you weren’t done teasing. Your arm was still wrapped around his shoulders so you ran your hands sweetly through his hair, before tightening your grip as well, feeling Ted’s sharp intake of breath as his chin tilted back, his face even closer to yours. “Yes sir,” you leaned in and whispered in his ear.

It was going to be a long ride home.

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onyourowndaisymae · 11 months

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obey me demon brothers on road trip

is this original? not even a little bit. but your girl is Burnt Out by life rn and resisting the urge to bury herself in a hole and not emerge for a couple weeks. take this humble offering as a STILL avoid working on requests because i am a menace who deserves to be prodded w a dirty stick

prompt: diavolo's got a fun trip planned. he's invited everyone to meet him on some obscure little beach across the devildom. only issue? it's not accessible by portal-- something or other about the wildlife, barbatos explains. guess that means everyone has to pile in for a long drive. the demon brothers in one car, the purgatory hall group accompanying diavolo and barbatos in the other... what could go wrong?

Lucifer

lucifer drives. there is no debate here on that.

he's got the gps screen in front of him at all times because there's nothing worse for his pride than getting lost and having to... hell forbid... ask for directions.

he controls the music, no exceptions. there is a premade (and preapproved) spotify playlist playing at a decent volume for everyone's listening pleasure. inevitably someone will add something stupid to the playlist (mammon keeps adding yung gravy, asmo added deepthroat inappropriate music, belphie kept adding audiobook recordings of paradise lost) and then lucifer gets pissed off and switches to the radio.

he has a strict stopping schedule for meals and bathroom breaks to ensure they get there on time, with extra time padding for when the plan inevitably goes to shit and they get to their destination four hours later than planned.

Leviathan

levi is sitting in the passenger seat for the drive. lucifer has determined him to be the least annoying for the entirety of the trip, so he sits in the front.

honestly? smart choice. levi spends most of his time curled up with a video game or 10 in silence. he appreciates the space of the passenger seat to spread out and keep his valuables close by. it's quieter up front as well, so he doesn't get overstimulated.

officially restricted to one cupholder. give him an inch and he'll take a mile spreading all of his shit across the car.

the grandmaster of chargers for the car ride. granted, most of them are his for his various consoles, but when mammon inevitably hops in the car with his D.D.D. at 12% battery, levi's the one that gets him a charger.

Asmodeus

asmo is in the second row, seated directly behind lucifer. this spot would have gone to belphie had lucifer not thought about the youngest kicking his seat during the drive just to be a pain.

the seats in the middle are standalone seats with an open aisle. this is good because asmo has spread himself dramatically across his seat and into the aisle.

after mammon, he's the one that gets most bored on the trip. cell service is spotty the entire drive, so his connection isn't good enough to spend the whole time on social media. he's brought a couple of magazines, too, but he gets motion sick if he reads too much in the car.

he eventually falls asleep at an awkward angle. saving grace for everyone else, seeing as they don't have to hear him whine in the car, but when he wakes up with a sore neck and a bad attitude...

Belphegor

belphie's seat is behind levi in the second row. he's banished to this spot so he can't kick lucifer, but also kept close by because everyone knows he'll quietly sleep the trip away anyways.

ideally, he'd pass out right away. but car naps have always proved tricky for him. if he sleeps normally, his head will fall forward and wake him up. he'd love to spread out, but asmo's legs are taking up too much of the aisle. if he leans his seat back, he has to hear mammon bitch and run the risk of getting scolded by lucifer. what's a demon to do?

his solution is to tie his head to the headrest. no, literally.

he takes off his jacket (cardigan? idk what that shit is) and ties it like a blindfold around his eyes. this way, his head won't flop forward and wake him up. oh, reader? does that sound like sensory hell to you? well, i agree. unfortunately for us, belphie passes out right away and sleeps like a corpse in this horrid arrangement the entire ride.

Satan

satan is seated behind asmo on the far left side of the back row. lucifer ensured he stayed in the back row to ensure his own sanity, so that satan wouldn't have the chance to fuck with him as he's driving.

satan hates this arrangement. it's hard to read when you're trapped in the back with beelzebub, who's constantly eating, and mammon, who's constantly bitching. he's moments away from blowing a fuse.

he tries to convince both belphie and asmo to trade spots with him, but neither of them are willing to give up their coveted middle seats, so he gives up.

his best solution is to wear noise cancelling headphones (asmo's suggestion) and bury his head in a book. but if beel elbows him one more time....

Beelzebub

beelzebub is in the middle of the back row. his aisle spot is earned by his size (he needs more leg room) and his penchant for snacking, which is what clutters the ground around asmo and belphie's outstretched legs.

he's pretty content to spend most of the drive snacking and looking out the windows. sure, it's a little cramped, but beel's pretty agreeable when he's fed.

he might doze off a little, but he's so big that when he inevitably slumps on to one of his brothers, they wake him up yelling and complaining.

he will try to talk his way into getting more snacks at every stop. and he usually wins, too, because he's finished everything in the car by that point.

Mammon

mammon is tucked into the back right corner seat behind belphie. this is because he has a knack for pissing lucifer off and nobody wants the car to crash before they even start vacation. shoving him in the back corner is an attempt to make everyone's ride more peaceful.

he spends most of his time on his phone. he cycles through every mobile game you've ever heard off, their knockoffs, and the knockoffs of the knockoffs. mans can't keep himself entertained.

the worst about bathroom breaks. he a) always needs to stop to pee and b) doesn't mention this until he's about to piss himself. it's like having a toddler i swear. and he dilly dallys through wherever they stop. visitor center? he's trying to jiggle the vending machine for free snacks. fast food place? he's trying to convince lucifer to buy him something. gas station? come on lucifer, he needs these gummy worms--!

eventually, mammon just sort of rests his head on the window and lets the bumps in the road turn his brain to soup. can't be bored if you can't think!

#ugghhh burnout my least fav bitch #i just wanna play the og game until my brain melts #but my cards are underleveled #and glowsticks only take me so far #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #otome

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