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The Beast Withín

author note: Part 3. Thank you too everyone for all the love and support. Also I'm still taking tag requests so if you want to be tagged please let me know! Enjoy! :) also part 4 will be out super soon, had to cut some of the story as I couldn't upload the whole thing. masterlist

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his

tags: Alternative Universe. Mentions of female anatomy, a/b/o dynamics. A bit of smut, more to come. Blood and fluids. Petty reader. König asking for consent again. Lots of fluff

König held you to his chest, still wrapped in your blankets has he carried you all the way from the underground parking garage, up the elevator and through the grand doors of his penthouse.

You were in awe and felt extremely out of place. Setting you down on his wrap around couch that faced out the floor to ceiling windows. Over looking the city, the winter sun hanging high in the sky. You could just imagine the sunrises and sunsets from this view.

Without more than a whisper König left you alone, disappearing down a dark hallway.

You laid in your thoughts, eyes drifting around taking everything in. Getting up and stretching out your sore and stiff limbs. Following his scent down the same dark hallway.

You could hear his deep voice behind a dark oak door. Only stepping away when his voice told you to go away from behind the door.

Storming off on a mission to raid his house. Everything was too clean and too neat. Making your skin itch, it reminded you of a doctor’s office, you could almost taste the cleaning chemicals.

Running you fingers over the polished glass, leaving streaks. Opening every drawer and cabinet, not even bothering on closing them. Helping yourself to his snacks, leaving the box open and on the counter. Dusting the crumbs all over.

Continuing your petty mission, you found yourself down another hallway. Another bedroom, a laundry closet and a bathroom. This place was massive, you wondered if he lived here alone. You stood in front of a set of double doors, pushing them open to reveal his master bedroom. It was just as depressing as the rest of the house.

The massive bed fitted with silk black sheets and a boring grey duvet. The only thing catching your eye was the soft fluffy rug that took up most of the flooring. Sinking your toes into it, wanting to wrap it around you but you progressed.

You found yourself in his section of the closet, your eye catching something buried back behind garment bags. Pulling it forward to reveal a military uniform. Running your fingers over all the shiny medals, pushing the stiff material back where you found it. Heading towards the bathroom, flicking the light on to reveal mirrors lining the room. Floor to ceiling just like the windows throughout the place.

After snooping around and checking out his grooming products which impressed you but also didn’t shock you. You found yourself in the tub, it was made out of some sort of stone or crystal. The water was up to your nose, steaming floating up into the air. The mirrors slight fogged over and the sound of silence. You laid in that tub for what felt like forever, letting the hot water set into your bones. The throbbing pain in your lower abdomen not letting up. By the end of the night you know it’ll only be worse.

Your mind kept drifting back to the big scary Alpha, sitting in that room. You realised you didn’t even know his name, something that slipped your mind from waking up to him towering over your bed and to him carrying you out of your life. Not knowing what you got yourself into, wondering if Kalina stopped by. You understood her actions last night, why she was so desperate to see you leave. You played with the bubbles, having found some soaps under the double sinks. Practically dumping the whole bottle in. You’ll need to call her, hoping see wasn’t worrying herself sick.

König finally emerged from his office, shutting the door close hard and locking it. Running his hand over his head and to the back of his neck.

He’s been running on nothing but adrenaline. From the moment he stepped into the club with the intention of taking out his business partner to the moment he sat in that uncomfortable chair, listening to the complaints and banter of his comrades, wanting nothing more than to curl up with you. You, it was awfully quiet in his home, something he was use to but now that you were here it worried him. Walking out of the hallway into his living space, it looked like a tornado ran through it. Every door open, unattended food on the counter but you were no where to be found.

He even checked the security system to make sure you didn’t leave. It was still secured so you were somewhere in the house. He wondered his home, keeping his ears out for any sound. Hunting you down like you were his prey.

The sound of splashing waster drew him into his bathroom. Seeing your head poking out from the deep soaker tub, he stood there looking at you. “Feeling better?” he finally spoke, which caused you to jump and slosh around the bath water. You stared at him through the mirror. “You scared the hell out of me.” you explained, holding a hand to your fast beating heart. “Beautiful isn’t it.” König spoke, walking further into the room till he was next to the tub. You were lucky for the bubbles, completely covering you from his prying eyes.

He fell to his knees, leaning over the tub and looking at you. ”But not as beautiful as you my dear.” He ran a big hand over your hair, “How are you feeling?” he asked. You were taken aback by the acts of kindness and affection. “A little better, but it’s going too get worse.” you told him. Resting you chin on your knees, König grabbed the washcloth that rest on the edge, dipping it into the hot soapy water and began cleaning your skin, being as gentle as he could.

It made you tense, watching him from the corner of your eye. But soon relaxed and melted into his soft delicate touch. He made sure every inch of you was clean, dipping his arms under the water to scrub your back, his sleeves of his shirt getting soaked in the process. He began moving to the front, dragging the cloth over your chest and down to your breasts. Allowing yourself to lean back and enjoy the pampering, this was something you could get use to.

Until he reached right above your mound, tensing as his hands got lower and lower. He slowed his pace, gentle dragging the cloth over your pussy and down your thighs. Scrubbing your legs one by one and not forgetting the bottom of your feet.

“Thank you.” you whispered, letting out the breath you were holding. “Don’t worry about it love.” König draped the cloth over the faucet and stood from his spot. Walking to one of the closets and pulling out a fluffy white towel.

“Up.” he commanded stretching the towel the width of his arms. You slowly got up from the water, letting the soap fall around you and down your wet body. His eyes following it all the way down to your feet. “Should I-“ you started, “Leave it.” he interrupted.

Wrapping the towel around you and pulling you out of the tub like a toddler. Setting you down on your feet before he began drying you off, moving further and further down your body until he was once again kneeling in front of you. His head the same height has your stomach, he was being very gentle with you and slow. Not wanting you to be scared and curl up into a ball like one of those bugs he use to play with had a child.

Standing back to his full towering height and wrapping the towel around your shoulders once again, he began moving you towards the entrance of his bedroom. Sitting you on the edge of the bed as he went back into the closet and emerged with another big shirt. “I’ll have your stuff brought up later but this will do for now.” he reached it out towards you.

“Where’s my blankets?” you asked in a panic, pulling the shirt over your head. “Giving them a wash, that’s all. I’ll bring you more.” König turned around and went out the main bedroom door, returning with a few stacks on blankets and setting them down on his bed. “Make yourself comfortable, please my home is your home.” his hand traced down the side of your face and cupped your chin, pulling it up until you were looking into his eyes. “My sweet omega, I’ll service you tonight.” his bold words making you blush. “Why do you keep calling me that.” you asked, feeling a tad embarrassed.

“Omega?” he asked. “Yes, Omega.” you began sorting through the blankets. “Because you are my o

Omega? I don’t understand?” König stopped your movements so you were looking at him again. “It’s just, I don’t know. I guess I’m not use to it.” you smiled up at him. “Don’t worry about it dear.” he smiled back, brushing a strand of your hair that fell in front of your face away.

He left you to sort out the blankets, choosing a spot near the window but still on the rug. Building your nest, pulling his pillows from the bed and placing them around. After the events that took place you were exhausted. Letting yourself sink into your nest and pulling a thick warm blanket over you body, allowing sleep to take you.

König wasn’t gone for long but when he returned he found you curled up on the floor, and not the bed.

He knelt down, calling to you softly. “Hmm..”you mumbled from under the blankets. “May I come in Omega?” he was asking for permission before entering your nest. Knowing that an Omegas nest was very important and scared to them. “Mhmm..” you were too sleepy for words, pulling back the blanket to allow some room for the giant.

Konig wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. Letting out a low purr to help lull you back to sleep. It was only the evening, the winter sun starting to set.

Feeling all the weight from the previous week weighing heavy on him. Sinking into your nest with you, you clung to his warmth like a pup would it’s mother. Nestling into his neck, sniffing his musky scent. You couldn't help yourself, just a taste, you thought. Letting your tongue lick the sweet spot that sent shivers down König back. In you half asleep state you asked “What should I call you?” it was silent for a while, almost forgetting what you asked before he spoke back. “König.” It was sort and sweet.

It was The Beast turn to speak, whispering into his ear that your heat was here. You were licking his neck again, right over his scent gland. Letting you teeth lightly nip at it, slowly sinking your teeth into the soft flesh, allowing his tangy blood to coat your mouth.

That’s when another wave of heat hit you, waking you from your sleep. A sliver of blood dripping down your mouth and chin. Your slick coating your walls and pushing itself out, forgetting you weren’t wearing any panties. A painful whine left your throat, but König was pushing you flush to the nest. Your back on the floor while he climbed under the blankets to get a better look at your glistening pussy. “Relax my Omega, your Alpha will make it all better.”

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟲: 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 & 𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀/𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: george has created a serious problem. you two have been dating for over three years, and he fed from you the first time about three months ago. the problem lies within the fact that he conditioned you to orgasm every time he used you as his glorified high-class wine bottle. on second thought, that’s a pretty good problem to have; his thirst is sated, and yours is as well. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. not beta read. vampires. dubcon (from the inherent plot). safe, sane, and consensual though. coming untouched. no penetrative sex. implied sex. blood drinking. biting. mention of multiple orgasms. unnecessary world building. the grid & mercedes knows about george being a vampire. hickeys/love bites. bruises. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: george russell x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: prey • the neighborhood

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: i guess i got too into the plot and lost myself in the exposition. i was originally going to delete the beginning ramblings of setting the scene and what not, but this would be like 500 words if i did that. for some reason, the entire grid knows george is a vampire? i couldn’t find the brainpower to explain who he’s hiding it from or how that would work in f1. the kink is more of the inherent tension from drinking somebodies blood. lol, anyways have fun reading 🫶🏽

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george had gotten enough schooling to learn what classical conditioning is. pavlov conditioned dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell ringing; a conditioned response. george may have done the same thing to you–he made the mistake of making sure you orgasm as he bites and drinks from you. now every time he feeds from you, you cum, even if there’s no sexual build-up at all; it could be the most bland feeding session and the minute his venom enters your bloodstream, you can’t fight it—he’s pavlov-ed his girlfriend. he should’ve never allowed himself to feed from you.

when george first met you, he was enamored with you from the start. after every morning run, he would end at a local coffee shop and you would already be cozied up in a corner seat working away on your computer. you smelled delectable, george quickly picked up on that. he was thankful the barista had already memorized his usual order, because he really wouldn’t have enjoyed explaining why his canines had elongated into fangs. he couldn’t handle the way your blood was calling to him and left the coffee shop as soon as he got his drink, running into several people on the way out. you would be in the coffee shop on two out of the three days he came in, and he would be a serious hazard to any customer who came in during the five minutes he was there. it was like this for two months and twelve days (not that he was counting or anything), until you weren’t in your seat one day. george sighed in relief, shoulders relaxing and the fixed grimace in anticipation sliding off his face—what he didn’t expect to feel is disappointment at the lack of your appearance and addicting scent. he dismisses the emotions, convincing himself that he’s just used to the constant repression of his instincts around you. he even takes the time to engage in small talk with the baristas; two months ago he was well-invested into their lives, he has a lot of catching up to do. he allows himself to be forced into a seat at the counter to drink his coffee and indulge in a few pastries that are definitely breaking his diet. it’s an off day for him, his only plans are to stream in the evening with the usual quartet, so he can afford to dine in this morning…and indulge in catching up on the coffee shop gossip, he’s only a man, alright?

george is halfway through his cup of coffee and laughing along to a story about how this adorable kid tried to buy hot chocolate with monopoly money when the entrance door jingles open. he chokes on his sip of coffee, almost spraying it over the counter in surprise as you walk up to the counter. he turns to look at you ordering at the register, to confirm he’s not imagining your presence and—you look amazing. you’re wearing flared black trousers with a short-sleeved, white, collared shirt tucked into them, elegant gold jewelry accented against your brown skin—you’ve dressed up today. it’s different from the usual hoodie and headphones george sees you wearing in that corner nook of yours; at least that’s his excuse for why he ends up staring you down. after finishing your order, you head towards your usual seat and end up making direct eye contact with george, because the universe hates him. he sees your attempt at a polite smile and his cheeks burn red at being caught, and jerks his head forward breaking his stare. he hears you continue to walk past him, and the barista stares at him disbelievingly, “mate…you fumbled that.” george stutters through a denial, but then he hears your footsteps stop—and he knows you haven’t reached the corner seat yet. he picks up on the sound of you turning on your heels and heading back in his direction, and he drops his head into his hands, resigned.

“ah! someone’s taken your seat today,” the barista in front of george calls out to you—george narrows his eyes at the man in warning, “come sit at the counter then; you can tell me what you’re all fancied-up for.” the barista glances at george with a smirk, and he swears this may be the first time he bleeds a human dry.

you laugh and sit at the counter, one seat in between you and george. and george sighs in relief for the second time today; you’re wearing perfume and it taints the smell of your blood, enough for him to not start salivating, at least. its silent for a minute, and george can feel your awkwardness radiating.

“so…” you question teasingly, “not in a rush today, then?”

george turns to look at you, shocked that you’re even talking to him—he never figured he’d be in a conversation with you. while your voice may have been teasing, your eyes are soft, warmed with kindness, and george melts. he manages to muster a tease back in your direction, “no, not today. but, look at you—in business casual attire, i was starting to believe you only knew how to dress in sweatshirts?”

you roll your eyes at him, and a smirk replaces your painfully polite smile, “ah? today must’ve not been the only day you’ve been staring at me, if you’re so familiar with how i dress…even though we’ve never spoken to each other before.” george’s mouth drops open at you checking him, and he can hear both baristas giggling behind the counter. and at that moment, george is pretty sure he fell in love with you right then—even though he didn’t have the balls to ask you out for another month and a half.

for those weeks, every time george came to the cafe, you would wave him over to your table with a bright grin and invite him to sit down across from you. even on days when he really couldn’t afford to be late, he’d find himself sitting down to chat with you. instead of being early to zoom meetings with the mercedes team, he started being on-time, often enough for lewis and toto to comment on it. his only response to their gentle prodding at the change in his behavior being, “i added another mile to my morning run,” when he really was spending those minutes talking to you after his run. after he built up the courage to ask for your number (platonically, of course), he would show up to the driver’s briefings a few minutes late, rushing in yet tapping away on his phone struggling to hide the smile on his face. for all of his superior senses, he doesn’t notice how his grid mates stare at him like he’s lost his mind; eventually, one of the officials calls him out when he glances down at the notifications popping up on his phone screen for the fourth time in five minutes, “mr. russell, i am sure that whatever you find so interesting on your phone can’t be more important than our discussion about track conditions, can it?”

george flushed red (he knew he shouldn’t have fed until later) and stumbled through an apology. after the briefing ends, the drivers start teasing him for being ‘so unprofessional,’ and lewis doesn’t help when he reveals how george has started being late to mercedes team meetings, too. charles pretends to faint, alex gasps in horror, and lando’s eyes light up at the opportunity to be a gremlin.

“boysboysboys,” lando grins, gathering everyone’s attention, “i think it’s finally happened.”

george sighed, over the dramatics already, “what’s happened, lando?”

“you’ve managed to get yourself a girlfriend!” lando shrieks, his high-pitched laughter hurting george’s ears.

george flusters, and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, “she’s not my girlfriend!” and, he’s only made it worse.

alex’s eyes widen, pointing at george in shock, “oh my god—so you are talking to a girl!” george groans and spins on his feet to leave the room, ignoring the jibes and teases of the grown men behind him.

later that night, his hotel room is infiltrated by almost half the grid (including fernando, for some reason), all seeming to rally behind their common goal of getting george to ask you on an actual date. they debase all of george’s points about why he shouldn’t ask you out—the main point being that he’s a fucking vampire—and ask him the one question that he’s been refusing to acknowledge, “you can smell how she feels—does she smell like she likes you?”

george hisses at them half-heartedly, more like a frazzled kitten than a terrifying monster, “yes, i’m already aware that she’s interested in me—that’s the problem! i’ve already led her on this whole time, and she doesn’t know that she has a crush on an undead, immortal, vampire!” the room quiets at his outburst, and he can only groan and drop his head into his hands.

“so just tell her,” max states bluntly, not looking away from the fifa game he’s beating charles’ ass in. george stares at max, appalled.

“let her make the decision for herself, right?” max starts, pausing the game to look at george, “for some bizarre reason she likes you for who you are,” george scoffs, “so, just tell her from the jump—you’ve already led her on enough, so give her the opportunity to decide whether or not if she should date your lame ass.”

the vampire stares at max disbelievingly, “that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

the red bull driver shrugs, ears turning red under the surprised stares in the room, and quickly un-pauses the game and scores on charles. the monegasque screams dramatically, and the tense air is broken. george shakily sighs, anxious, and pulls out his phone to ask you on a date. originally, he was thinking about asking you through a text, but with almost every driver in the room disapproving of any way he goes about wording it, he bares his fangs at them, and steps out of his own room, to call you.

the phone doesn’t even complete the first ring before you pick up, and a pleasant, “hi, georgieeee,” slips from your mouth; he can hear how you’re smiling through the phone. he banters with you for a minute, listening to how you're singing praises about his performance even though the actual race isn’t for another day. when the conversation dies down, he blurts out the question, “do you want to go on a—“

“i would love to go on a date with you!” you cut him off, eagerly, “i mean–sorry, yes. i would like to go out with you.” george laughs, relieved and comforted by the fact that you’re as gone for him as he is for you. he can’t even bring himself to be mad when he hears the men in his room raucously cheer.

and when george took you out for brunch to the same cafe, ignoring the baristas’ proud expressions, he realized he had nothing to worry about. the conversation flowed easily, he made you laugh and you made him laugh, and most importantly, he didn't think about draining you dry like a caprisun. you’ve ditched the cozy outfits and dressed up again—dressed up for him—and george is out of his running attire and fancied up; and you make a off-hand comment about how unnatural this feels, and george is reminded of the one important thing he was supposed to tell you. time has flown by so quickly while the two of you were hidden away in your preferred corner seat, and it’s become mid-afternoon. george surveys the surroundings briefly and is shocked to find that it’s only the two of you, and the baristas in the cafe; it’s the perfect time to tell you.

when george states that he’s a vampire, you obviously think he’s joking, “well, you’re not burning in the sunlight, georgie–so i don’t believe you! i am afraid that if this is a kink of yours, i don’t see a second date in the future.” he tries to smile at your joke but it ends up as more of a grimace, and he exposes his fangs for you to see. he hears the breath catch in your throat, sees your eyes widening in shock, blown-out pupils shrinking in fear, hears your heart beginning to race in your chest, blood rushing in your veins, and smells your scent souring.

“george russell,” you whisper yell, glancing around anxiously, “what the fuck! i believe you—you shouldn’t do that in public! what if someone else saw?!” and that’s when he realized that sure, a small amount of your fear was from the confirmation that he is a supernatural being—but mainly that, you were afraid for him. and at that point, george knew that he could allow himself to be vulnerable with you.

and after three years together, he fed from you for the first time. a lot of planning went into the initial feeding: after the end of the racing season, a trip away just for the two of you, george would satiate his thirst with his usual blood donor supply, he wouldn’t drink more than six ounces from you, you’d eat a full meal and be properly hydrated, and of course, he’d drink from you when you orgasm. the bite hurts in the beginning—george has been told many stories from feeders—and the most common distraction to the pain is a simultaneous orgasm. you were apprehensive yet extremely willing to allow george to drink from you, and told him that you trusted him completely—you even sat through his numerous clinical rundowns of the plan without complaining.

however in the moment, george diverted from the script. instead of having you cum once, george forced three orgasms out of you and bit you on the last one. he practically mauled your neck, chest, and hickeys throughout the night, as if he was teasing himself with the indents on of his teeth on your body before he bit into you. you couldn’t figure out if it was the venom from his bite or the multiple orgasms that had you floating pleasurably. george couldn’t deny that seeing you covered in love bites and his actual fang marks didn’t provoke a hidden possessive trait in him. the love bites he left on your body would fade within a few days, the bite mark would fade in around two weeks—and you told george explicitly that if he ever wanted to feed from you again, he’d be more than welcome to do so.

the vampire always thought that he was the one who was at risk for getting addicted to your blood; his greatest fear being that he wouldn’t be able to resist sucking you dry. however, it rapidly dawned on him: you’re the one who formed an addiction.

george always made sure his thirst was properly sated with his usual blood bags before he drank from you. over three months, he’d consistently make you cum whenever he bit you, whether it was with his fingers, cock, mouth, thigh, etc. but he never quite realized that he conditioned you into cumming whenever he bit you, until the singapore grand prix.

singapore was hot. it wasn’t hell on earth like qatar, but it was still fucking hot. and then, he crashed. as he made his way back to the mercedes garage (stomping under the force of his self-deprecation), he became increasingly aware of the tingle in the back of his throat; he’s hungry, he needs blood. he ignores his race engineer asking if he needs medical attention, and asks for a ‘juicebox,’ the codeword for a blood-bag. only to find out, he had his last one yesterday after qualifying—the hotter race weekends have him draining his supply quicker than usual. the vampire whimpers, and suddenly he’s bombarded by you speeding over from the back of the garage. you’re tugging his face down to eye level, worriedly asking if he’s hurt, but george can only register how alluring your blood smells. contrary to popular vampiric-belief (if that’s a thing, he has no clue), blood does not smell sweet. it smells metallic, and the overall scent is affected by water content and ph-level; you smell velvety, and absolutely perfect to george.

the vampire briefly reassures you that he’s fine, before he grabs you by the hand and turns to toto. george begs his team principal to postpone any of his post-race interviews for as long as he can so he can get a brief feeding in with you before he loses his mind any further. toto cuts george’s pleads off immediately and allows him to do whatever he needs; the brit's temper is short enough already, if your blood can calm his mouth toto will personally send you a brand new g-wagon.

george pulls you along to his driver’s room, slowing when he hears how you’re tripping over your feet two match his speed. he shoves the door open, but kindly guides you with a palm on the small of your back into the room, before he steps in and slams the door shut, locking it with a quickness. he speedily sits on the edge of his couch, and pulls you onto his lap, staring up at you with wide, pleading eyes.

“love,” he starts, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip, “may i drink from you? i should’ve been smarter about preserving my supply, usually i’m more careful about it, but i think i was just overager with everything this weekend. i’ll only take a small sip, just enough to hold me over until we fly back home, yeah? i mean, if you’re uncomfortable, i will not drink from you. i should be able to wait—”

you cover the vampire’s mouth with a hand, and smile softly at him, “yes, georgie, you can feed from me. the whole point of drinking from me was to have me acclimate to the feeling for rare situations like this, yes? i’m okay with it, you can take as much as you need from me.”

george stares at you for a few seconds, for some reason, he’s surprised at your easy allowance, before he’s shaken out of his stupor by you waving a hand in front of his face.

“i won’t be able to make you cum—i need to get out there as soon as possible,” george rambles out.

“ok,” you state, looking at him oddly, “i’m pretty sure i’ll be able to handle it, and if not you’ll know before i do.”

the brit asks if you’re sure one last time, before he effortlessly stands up with you in his arms, spins around and places you on the couch, sitting you where he was. the vampire kneels in front of you, and parts your legs gently, before tugging at the waistband of your pants for permission. you’re still reeling from his easy manhandling (you forget about his superior strength, he never makes it obvious), and how he fell to knees for you—the duality of his actions has you embarrassingly hot. you lift your hips up allowing george to tug off your pants, and you see firsthand how he loses his train of thought.

when george brings you along to a race, he avoids leaving marks in a visible spots, so unfortunately for him, your neck and torso are complete bruise free; the humid weather in singapore meant that you would be wearing tank tops or cropped shirts, so he can’t risk someone seeing a smidge of a bruise on your body; they wouldn’t understand. although, george could take his fill of marking you up on your thighs. the dark skin of your inner thighs is mottled with bruises from his lips and indents of his teeth, all in various stages of healing observed by the various shades of purple they’re colored in. george slowly presses a finger into one of the marks and smirks when a strangled gasp escapes you from the pressure. if the vampire wasn’t so focused on the scent of your blood, he’d probably notice how that motion alone already had you wet.

george buries his head between your thighs, close enough that you can feel the exhales of breath from his nose over your panties. you shift, squirming away from the feeling—this is about giving george blood, which he needs for sustenance, not for you to get turned on at, you try to remind yourself. the brit halts your movements, his hands flexing around you only slightly. you try and buck your hips away to test his grip, and you don’t move a single centimeter. you glance down, making eye-contact with your boyfriend, and the teasing smile he’s hiding behind your thigh has your heart rabbiting faster, even though you roll your eyes at him. george begins to lick and nip across your thighs searching for the best spot to pierce your skin, and you are trapped in your own mind. you’re at the mercy of an immortal being, you have no chance of fighting him off if you needed to. of course, you’re very aware that george wouldn’t lay a finger on you, but your hindbrain runs off of instincts, and it’s telling you george is a predator and you’re clearly his next meal. the adrenaline thrumming underneath your skin causes you to start breathing a little heavier and you manage to wrangle the instinctual fear away to relax under him. george startles you from your thoughts when his cold hand leads yours to rest on the nape of his neck, and he pauses when he feels you jump underneath him.

“hey, you can still say ‘no’ if you’re not ready for this yet. there’s no pressure, love,” george reassures you. the calming tone of his voice has no judgemental lilt, and his words soothe you enough to double-down with your agreement.

“thank you for doing this for me, love. as soon as we get back to the hotel, i’ll take care of you properly–i promise,” george praises you, “now, remember, this won’t take any longer than ten seconds. if you need me to stop beforehand, pinch the skin on my neck and i’ll stop, okay?”

you swallow, clearing your throat, “yes, george. can we start already? my nerves will scare me away if we wait too long.”

george nods, hands petting at your waist reassuringly, before he focuses back on your thighs. his nose tracing along your sensitive skin for a few more seconds, until he stops and nuzzles at a spot almost on the underside of your left thigh, close enough to your pussy to have the fear fade under the anticipation of pleasure. the vampire kisses at the spot three times, before he lets his fangs slide out with an audible shlick. he presses them gently against you skin for a few seconds before he bites down.

the pain isn’t from the invasion of his fangs, but from the spread of the venom. it burns as it spreads through your bloodstream; you imagine this is what boiling alive feels like. the feeling is immense but fleeting. the initial bite has always been paralyzing, but when george takes the first pull of blood, the venom must have reached your brain and taken effect, because the pain instantly switches to an immobilizing amount of pleasure. the scream that was originally building in your chest transforms into a keening moan, the burning pain no longer present.

you feel your core tightening as george continues to feast on your blood; thighs trembling in pleasure, eyes rolling back overwhelmed, and toes curling. it’s happening so quickly, quick enough that you don’t register that you’re cumming. waves of pleasure crash over you unendingly, and you’re unable to figure out why. every drag of blood george takes ruins any chance you have to think. the pleasure is so catastrophic that you don’t even register when george releases the bite.

the vampire can only stare up at you in awe as your mouth parts, drool beginning to leak from the corner of your lips, your eyes slamming shut, and face scrunching from the force of the orgasm he ripped out of you. george soothes the bite closed with careful sweeps of his tongue, allowing you all the time you need to come back to him. he softly sucks a few more marks into the meat of your thigh before he fights himself away from cradle of your legs, brushing a kiss on your cunt over your panties.

the vampire slides his way onto the couch next to you, pulling you into his arms to allow you to shake through the aftershocks in his grasp. he presses kisses to your forehead, while he murmurs praises freely. while his mouth is running in one direction, his thoughts take a completely different turn.

he’s ruined you for any other person. he’s trained you to orgasm with a simple bite of his fangs. your body has correlated the painful spread of his venom with pleasure. george has tied you to him for the rest of your life. this is a huge fucking problem. his mind starts racing; if that’s the case he either needs to work that out of you, or he can never feed from you in situations like this again. you’ll be useless for the rest of the day, your brain has turned into jello. he needs to make sure that he manages his blood supply properly in the future, so he doesn’t have to drink from you where the media can discover how gone you are.

george has no idea how he would go about un-training your…pleasurable…response to his bite. on second thought, george doesn’t want to change your newfound reflex. if anything, it’s like an equal exchange. the vampire satiates his thirst, and you satiate your thirst. george coos at you adoringly when he hears the near inaudible moans your breathing into his neck—yeah, he thinks you’ll agree with him when you’re aware enough to do so.

he finds himself tracing the fresh bite mark with a thumb, groaning when your hips grind against him in return. he fumbles his phone out of his pocket to tell toto he needs at least another twenty minutes.

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No Regrets Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

VIP: Noah Sebastian

Band: Ban Omens

Summary: There's no such thing as a "calm" Halloween night, especially when hidden feelings are involved.

Warnings: It's gonna be a little spicy, but not full-on smut. Still, this is 18+ due to descriptive language and some curse words scattered about, so minors, please DNI.

A/N

Hello everybody! I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth. I have an abundance of things going on in my personal life and I am trying my hardest to get through it all. I know in the last post I said chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time was coming soon. That wasn't a lie. It is still in the process of being edited. I'm working on a new uploading schedule for you guys, and a page redesign as well so if everything pans out the way I'm hoping, it will be put into effect starting next week. In the meantime, I have a couple of stories I'm planning on getting out before Chapter 3 gets released. This turned out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, but I had an idea and ran with it. I've never written for Bad Omens before, so let me know what you think. Enjoy!

This is a fictional story about real-life people. Nothing that is mentioned in the story below represents who said individuals are, or how they act in real life.

Halloween night was always your favorite time to be around certain people, specifically the friends you called Motionless in White and Bad Omens. There was always something up their sleeve to turn the normal night into one that you weren't sure you wanted to remember in the morning. Luckily, tonight was the annual hangout at Chris' house this year, and you couldn't be more excited. Every year you all would get together at someone's house and pass out candy to the kids, then watch a couple of movies after the last stragglers came through. After that, came your favorite part of the night, Hide and Seek. It might seem childish, but watching a bunch of tipsy/drunk people try to stay quiet in a hiding spot was always hilarious.

You were making another batch of popcorn when Chris walked into the kitchen. "Hey, we just put on The Lost Boys, just thought I'd let you know." You smile. "I'm not surprised. That's almost everybody's favorite." He laughs and grabs another bowl from the cabinet. "I know, that's why we put it on first, so nobody can complain about it later." The timer on the microwave went off signaling that the popcorn was finished, and you carefully took the bag out. You gave Chris the cooling-down bag and picked back up the one you set on the counter before he walked in. After emptying them and grabbing extra napkins, Chris brought the popcorn out to your friends who were talking through muffled and hushed whispers. Before you walked back into the room, he pulled you back for a second to whisper something in your ear. "I pulled the seeker for tonight. Unfortunately, it wasn't you. Maybe next year." You pout and then smile "Fuck, I'm never going to get picked." He laughs as you glanced around at everybody scattered in the room.

Ryan sat with Justin on the loveseat. Folio was a drama queen and insisted he get his own seat. Nicholas, Vinny, and a few other of your friends, Florence, Nicole, Victoria, and Robert who were invited sat around the coffee table on the floor. Ricky, Jolly, and Noah were on the couch. Then, you and Chris got the two giant bean bags in the corner. The lights were changed to red and the TV just started the opening credits to The Lost Boys. You and Chris give the popcorn to Ricky and Nicholas respectively, everybody else having their own mostly full bowls, and grab your drinks before plopping back down on the bean bags. Folio rubs his hands together and smiles. "Now that our final two goofballs are here, who's ready to watch one of the best horror movies ever made?" Everybody gives some form of yes or a holler, and he immediately turns the volume up. As the movie plays, there is a small conversation here and there, and occasionally someone has to get up for a new drink, but you are relaxed and having fun.

At about the halfway point of the movie, Noah gets up to get another drink from the fridge. On his way back, Jolly scares him, causing his wine to spill all over the floor and your sweatpants. "Jesus man!" The movie is paused and everyone's attention is on you guys. Jolly laughs and puts his hands up in defense. "Sorry dude, I had to scare you at least once today." He turns to look at you. "Didn't mean to ruin your sweatpants though, my bad." You wave him off. "It's no big deal, these were old anyway. You guys can keep the movie playing. I'm just gonna change into different pants real quick." You take a sip of your drink and get up from your spot to go upstairs.

After finding your weekend bag, you huff as the extra sweatpants are nowhere to be found. Instead, you pull out a pair of spandex volleyball shorts and go to the bathroom. Noah hears the sink running upstairs as he's cleaning up the accidental mess he made by your spot. He throws the paper towels away and before he gets to the stairs, Chris quietly asks "You good?" He nods, telling the other singer he's going to make sure you're okay, and heads to your bathroom. He knocks a few times and after a couple of seconds, the sink cuts off and you open the door. You were expecting one of your girlfriends to be standing there, but instead, it's Noah. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'm sorry about spilling on your sweats. I hope I didn't ruin them." Holding up the pants, you show him where the stain had previously been. "If these sweats can make it through one of your tours, they can certainly handle a little bit of wine. I just didn't want them to stain, since you drink the darker stuff." He chuckles and follows you back into the bedroom.

You grab your shorts and get ready to put them on, but Noah points to your leg. "I didn't know you had a thigh tattoo." You glance at it and glance at him confused. "Really? I got it a while ago. I could've sworn I showed you when I got it done. Then again, I'm always in longer shorts, so it's not exactly easy to see." Setting them down, you turn to the side and pull part of your underwear band up, showing the last covered part of the tattoo. Looking up at Noah, you can see he's staring, but there's something else behind his eyes. Just not sure what it is though. You don't flinch when he reaches his hand out, but your skin gets goosebumps as his fingers ever so lightly trace over the ink on your leg. Everybody that came over tonight had seen each other in their undergarments or even completely nude before, whether by accident or on purpose. Hell, you've walked in on him changing plenty of times.

So why did the room suddenly feel hot?

It could be that you've had a crush on the man since you were kids. There wasn't anything not to like. His personality just made you want to be around him all the time. He's sweet and kind, and has a terrible sense of humor that only you two get. You could go on and on. He was just an all-around amazing person. You were so caught up in your thoughts, that you missed the hand that was snapping in front of your face. "Hello? Are you there?" Coming back to reality, you saw Noah looking down at you with curiosity. You quickly apologized and asked him to repeat what he said. "I said it looks amazing on you. The placement is perfect and it works great with the curves of your leg." You thank him and can't help but notice just how close he's standing to you. There's a tense silence for a couple of moments, and neither of you moves from your spot. You glanced at his eyes, then his lips, but immediately looked away.

It felt like you were a school girl again, talking to the guy you've had a crush on for ages. You heard him mumble a "Fuck it" before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and tasted like wine, courtesy of the drink that led you here in the first place. You felt his hand move to rest against your cheek. His lips were gentle, almost as if he was savoring the moment, afraid it would never happen again. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, your eyes remained closed for a moment, before slowly opening them and meeting Noah's. The two of you looked at each other in pure awe before you let out a small "Woah" He laughed, and you looked down, feeling your cheeks become hot.

The thought of you being so flustered made him blush too. How was it possible for someone to be this cute? Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you almost couldn't comprehend what just happened. "You know, for someone that always complained he was a terrible kisser, that was uh, really impressive." He could feel you now completely relaxed against him and he laughed a little, slightly embarrassed. "I'd say that I've had practice, but you already know my teddy bear in fifth grade doesn't count." The two of you laugh. Remembering his hand resting on your cheek, you look away and take a small step back. "I think we should get back to the movie. It's gotta be almost over by now, and I don't want them to yell at us for taking too long." He let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered a "Yeah."

You never noticed but Noah frowned slightly when you pulled away from him. He felt so comfortable being that close to you. As you turned to the door he realized something. He really liked you and didn't want this to be just a one-time thing, especially if it was going to make things weird between you afterward. He picks himself out of his thoughts just as you open the door. He walks across the room, taking your hand and silently closing the door. Standing there surprised, you ask him, "Are you okay?" It was now or never he told himself. "I'm sorry, I just..." He takes a breath before continuing. "I really want to kiss you again." You stand there just as surprised but decide to see just how far this could possibly go. "What's the problem then?" He lets go of your hand and brings his own up to hold your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers.

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

He obviously likes you, right? But this is your best friend. You've known each other for years. If he did like you this much, he would've told you by now, right? You two have been affectionate towards each other before, but there's a line neither of you dared to cross. If you crossed it now, you would rather do it with no regrets. It was better than wondering what could have been. "What if I don't want you to stop?" Noah tilts your head so you're looking him in the eyes.

"Then I won't."

He pushes his lips against you again, this time with newfound hunger. His hands fall and grab at your waist while yours go around his neck. Your feet follow his backward and you hit the edge of the bed. He pulls you down to sit on his lap, completely forgetting your lack of pants while he pushes himself further back on the bed. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing him in. Your hands gently tug at the now-cut-short hair on the back of his neck and he grabs at your hip hard enough to leave bruises before pulling you even closer to him. Shifting your weight a little, your lower half sits directly on his hardening cock and he groans into your mouth. He pulls his lips away only for them to move down your neck. You tug at his hair a little harder and he sucks at the tender skin that connects your neck and shoulder. A moan leaves your lips and you mindlessly grind down against him. There was nothing that could prepare you for how right this felt. Like you were seeing a whole different side of him, hidden from the outside world, and for your eyes only.

Noah moved to whisper in your ear. "Quiet baby, wouldn't want everybody to hear us, hmm?" You shake your head no, but it doesn't matter as he kisses you again. "Hey, are you guys-OH MY GOD!" The bedroom door opens to see a shocked Chris looking at the two of you. Noah pulls away from your mouth, and the two of you look like deer in headlights. "I'm going to go... quickly." Chris walks away, before coming back and closing the door. You and Noah make eye contact for a split second, before the two of you look away, slightly embarrassed that you were caught. "Maybe we should go back before someone comes in again." He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Carefully getting off of him, you stand up and let him off the bed. You both straighten out your respective clothes, and you finally put on those shorts.

"Are you alright?" He nods and you get ready to walk toward the door. Noah runs his fingers through his hair. "Um, Before we go, I just wanted to ask...You don't regret any of what just happened, right?" You immediately shake your head no, slightly frowning. Maybe this was all a big mistake. "Not at all. Why? Do you?" He smiles and also shakes his head no before taking your hand in his. "Nope. No regrets." A smile replaces the frown on your face. You ask "Are you ready for them to never let us live this down?" He laughs and glances at the door. "That doesn't sound like such a bad thing to me." Giving him a nod, he opens the door and the two of you walk back into the living room where the rest of your friend group is talking amongst themselves. When they hear you guys walk in, it gets silent. Noah lets go of your hand so you can sit down first, and then goes to his spot on the couch.

Nobody said anything for the first couple of moments before Chris broke the silence. "You guys fucked in my spare bedroom..." Instantly you and Noah sat up and shook your heads. Your voice and his overlapped and both of you tried to tell your friends that technically nothing happened. Once the two of you were finished explaining, the room was silent for another couple of moments before anyone spoke. The silence was starting to make you uncomfortable, but before you could say or do anything, Ryan threw his hands up and yelled. "Fucking finally!" This breaks the tension in the room and everybody starts laughing and giving you and Noah happy looks. You even saw a couple of people passing money around. Those fuckers bet on you and Noah getting together. When the commotion has died down, another movie has started, and everybody turns their attention to the TV. As you focus your attention on the screen, your phone buzzes, and you pick it up.

Noah

"I was thinking later we could finish what we started in the spare bedroom?"

You smile at your phone and quickly respond before setting it down.

"Well, we're still playing Hide and Seek after the movie. I'm once again not the seeker, lol. If it happens to be you, don't go easy on me. Depending on how the rest of the night plays out, you might get your wish ;)"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Noah readjust himself in his seat. He sends back a text almost instantly, and goosebumps litter your skin again as you read his last text.

Noah

"Oh, I won't. I like the hunt."

Nope, no regrets.

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kaciidubs · 4 months

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i’ve come back a lot sooner than i expected 🤭 hear me out.. 9th maknae member reader (skz) x Mingi (ateez) 🤯 Reader and mingi have been in a secret relationship for at least a year and both Companies are preparing on announcing their relationship to the public/fans. (it gets better 😼)

Both groups: (ateez + stray kids) don’t know that they’re dating 😱 The boys arranged a massive sleepover for both groups to hangout and reader gets really hot and bothered by mingi teasing her the whole night. They end up excusing themselves (sneakily) and they have the most mind blowing sex ever. All of the other boys over hear and were shocked 🤯 They act like nothing happened as they didn’t want to assume they were dating but later on at an award show it was finally announced that Mingi and Reader were dating. Skz boys went crazy and was practically babying their precious maknae 🫶🏻

kaci my favourite writer 🥰

(p.s sorry for how long this is 💀)

This one's been sitting for a while, mainly because it's already a wonderful thought as is! So, here's just a few thoughts to expand on it~ ❣ Warnings: 9th Member! Reader + Song Mingi [Ateez], smut, fluff, slight humor ❣ ❣ Additional tags: essentially a crossover for Staytiny all around the world~

While the rest of the members were in the living room, you would be bent over the bathroom sink with Mingi giving his all in rearranging your guts in the most quick yet efficient way possible - though, that way didn't include him being the quietest while doing so.

"Mm, jesus, fuck-"

"Mingi, be quiet."

You'd think he was the one currently getting his guts rearranged from the way he struggled to contain his moans, leading you to shoot him a warning glare through the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

"We might as well go and fuck in front of them if you're going to be this loud!" You seethed with a hushed scold, gripping the edge of the counter to keep your balance with his unwavering thrusts.

You could only hope that your combined groups were too occupied with the movie they were watching to notice you and Mingi missing.

Sharp eyes locked onto your own through the mirror, a sideways smirk stretching his lips, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? It's not like they don't suspect it anyways." Snapping his hips forward, he continued, "We can just give them a nudge in the right direction."

Biting back a moan, you dropped your head between your shoulders to focus on the orgasm he'd been teasing you toward since he arrived at your shared dorm; subtle grazes and risque touches keeping you wound up and ready for anything.

A hand found its way around your throat, pulling your body up at an angle so that your gaze met his once more; captivating and hypnotizing, yet still filled with a love that had you falling for him all over again.

"I love you," the words fell from his lips with ease, honest and true, "and I don't want to keep hiding it."

You were, too - he knew that better than anyone, and having to hide it not only from the world, but your band members, the closest people you have, had been eating you both up since day one.

Gripping his forearm, you nodded softly, "I love you too, baby - just a little l-longer to go."

His lips curled into a smirk before driving into you with a newfound fervor.

Neither of you would catch the knowing side eyes or smug smirks of your members when you each returned separately to the living room to catch whatever remained of the movie.

The 'little longer' would eventually come during an award show, with the thoroughly discussed plan between your managers and PR team of revealing the relationship to everyone during a collaborative performance.

Part of it was Mingi's plan to do a performance together, but with the way your schedules aligned, you figured doing it live as opposed to uploading it on youtube was the easier choice.

With the stage - quite literally - set, you and Mingi performed your arduously practiced routine in front of your fellow artists and hundreds of screaming fans, and as the song came to an end the moment you've been waiting for was upon you.

Getting ready for the ending pose, Mingi pulled you into his side and pressed a loving kiss to your temple, while you hugged him with a dazzling smile to the camera focused on you both - and to say the reactions were worth it would've been an understatement.

The wild screams of your colleagues and fans was enough to pierce through your earpiece, and shooting a glance into the idol space you could see all eight of your members going absolutely insane - sneaking a glance to the Ateez table to see almost a mirrored reaction.

Leaving the stage to take off your earpieces and mic packs, the return to the Stray Kids table was nothing short of a spectacle as Changbin swiftly wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"You think you can just go off and get a boyfriend without telling us?! You're too young!"

"Innie and I are literally just a few months apart," you laughed, trying to pull away from his partial choke hold.

"Yeah, a few months too many! You're our baby!" Jisung all but wailed, squeezing your cheeks much to your dismay.

Seungmin scoffed, "The fact that we knew and you're still acting like this? Hyunjin's dramatics is rubbing off on you."

"Wait- You knew?!"

"It's not like the two of you were the sneakiest..." Minho's nonplussed tone made a wave of embarrassment wash over you, the memory of the movie night quickly dawning. "Plus, trying to hide anything from Wooyoung is like trying to limit yourself to one of Felix's brownies - it's impossible. Changbin hasn't stopped talking about their theories since they first started scheming."

Managing to untangle yourself from Changbin's hold, you found Chris standing in front of you now, a firm expression on his face.

"Are you happy?"

You could hear the lingering, unspoken words behind his question and you offered him a gentle smile, nodding, "I am, I really am."

Face brightening with his signature smile, he pulled you into a quick hug, squeezing tightly, "Good, because you're definitely telling us how everything started between you two, later."

Separating to go back to your unassigned assigned seats - with a few words of congratulations from Felix and Hyunjin - you looked across the aisle to catch Mingi already staring at you, his lips pulled into a proud smile while the rest of his members gave you teasing, yet supportive, cheers.

[unedited]

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The Sims 4 to The Sims 3 - LittleDica Rise & Grind Coffeehouse Set

Quite some time ago, I mentioned that a café themed set was on the horizon - here it is now! ☕ Important info and download 💾 below:

About a year ago, I worked on several projects, but many things happened that prevented the release of them. This set was one of them - primarily, I make things for myself and my own use and post later. However, when it came to posting these, some items needed a little extra attention as I wanted them to look a little better, and I ended up adding more than I originally had. It's here now, so it all worked out in the end :) Some of you may have spotted some of these items in my Target set previews 🧐 bonus points to you. Most of LittleDica's sets are my absolute favorite from TS4, and I'm already working on more. Plan to see more of these and others soon! Here's what's included: Aroma Sensations Mural - Wall Deco Professionally Scribbled Chalk Drawing - Wall Deco Dracaena Lemon Lime Plant - Deco Splash of Coffee Mural - Wall Deco Artist's Café Mural - Wall Deco Napkin Holder - Deco Café Bar - Deco Surface with many slots Counter Straw Holder - Separated deco from café bar mesh Counter Menu Sign - Separated deco from café bar mesh Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Text) - Wall Light Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Round) - Wall Light Coffee Shop Wall Sign (Large Backlit) - Wall Light Preparation Station - Display/Miscellaneous Surface, has many deco slots for holding items Coffee Beans Bin - Floor Deco Coffee Bags Bin - Floor Deco Coffee Bean Silo - Deco Wall Menu Sign - Wall Deco Iced Drink Tumbler - Deco Coffee Machine Pods - Deco Coffee Mug - Deco Espresso Powder - Deco Corporate Window Stickers - Wall Deco Syrup Bottle - Deco Spice Shaker - Deco Reusable Hot Coffee Cup - Deco H&B Smooth Pro Blender - Functional food processor appliance Barista Professionista Coffee Grinder - Functional coffee machine appliance Functional EA Edit by Me - Separated Barista Bar - Fully functional version of the barista bar coffee machine without the counter. It is "floating" and does not require placement on a counter or surface. May want to use moveobjects and/or alt placement to place around objects and surfaces, but is very versatile and works just like the original! Dunkin' - Lot file, modified version of TKL4EVR's Great American Eateries Baskin-Robbins Lot. Around this time last year, Dunkin became my favorite go-to coffee, and mocha cold brew has got me through the rollercoaster of this last year! ☕️ I edited this lot for me, but figured I'd share. Place in: The Sims 3 > Library Collection File - collection file to find the items easy in build/buy mode. Place in: The Sims 3 > Collections > User 🔍 Search: You can search for riverianepondsims, LittleDica, or 2023 to locate the items conveniently using a catalog search mod.

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Roommates Part 3 (LN4 x Reader)

Summary: Here it is, sorry that it took so long!! I will try to upload more often from now on :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, minors dni, 18+

Word count: 1,400

Part 3

I opened the apartment door with a bag full of groceries and quickly placed it on the kitchen counter. Typical for me, I thought one bag would be enough and now it was way too heavy. I looked around the apartment to find Lando and heard his voice from the office. He was probably gaming with his friends.

The whole day I tried to keep focused on work but my head had other plans. My thoughts went back to this morning constantly, my body aching for more of Lando´s touch. There has always been a fine line between friendship and more and we blurred that line completely this morning. So what´s next? Was he thinking the same thing? Did he think about it at all? I´ve only known him for a couple of months, maybe this was nothing special to him?

I put away the groceries and went into the bedroom to change into something a little comfier and grabbed an oversized McLaren t-shirt and some short tights. On my way to the living room, I passed Lando´s room and decided to let him know that I´m home. I didn’t bother to knock since he wouldn’t hear it anyways so I just stuck my head into the room. “Lan, I´m home”, I said and he turned to me. His eyes flickered over my body for a second until his gaze reached my eyes again.

“Hey Ace, how was your day?” he asked and muted the stream. I leaned against the doorframe. “It was okay, nothing special happened”, I answered and we continued the little small talk. I tried to focus on what he said but I couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked. He was wearing a black hoodie with the hood on his head and black sweatpants. He seemed to notice my staring. “Do I have something in my face or am I just this adorable?” he asked and smirked what made me roll my eyes. “No, but I wonder if you should get a haircut since you seem to hide your hair lately”, I stated and he laughed. “Yeah, I probably could use a trim”, he said and I chuckled. “Have you eaten?” I asked and he shook his head. “Okay, I can make something if you want? Or do you have to stick to your meal plan?” He tilted his head. “Depending on what you making”, he answered and looked back on his monitor. “Jeez, the chat is going crazy and is wondering who I´m talking to”, he said and I laughed. “Just tell them Max came over”, I said and he shook his head. “He´s in the stream, too”. I chuckled again, I knew that his fans would go crazy if they´d know that a girl was in his apartment. They knew me though since we were friends, but they were already a lot of rumours about us and we didn’t need to push them. “Whatever, uhm, I was thinking maybe those wraps you like?” I asked and his face lit up. “Yes!” he responded and I laughed before I left the room.

“This smells amazing, maybe I´ll hire you as my personal chef”, Lando hummed and hugged me from behind. He placed his head on my shoulder and I got dizzy from his scent for a second. Y/n, calm down. “Well, I hope it tastes as good as it smells”, I gave back and turned around, giving him his plate. We sat down at the table and ate in silence. The silence was loud, since we both knew what happened in this kitchen a few hours ago. I didn’t want to talk about it and I was hoping that he thought the same. “Are you going back to the stream after dinner?” I asked to break the silence. “No, I have to go to McLaren tomorrow to use the simulator so I want to get to bed early”, he answered and I nodded. He continued eating and closed his eyes. “So good”, he hummed and I chuckled.

“We can go to McLaren together tomorrow if you want”, Lando said from the bedroom and I finished brushing my teeth. “Yeah, that´d be nice”, I answered and switched off the lights in the bathroom when I entered the bedroom.

Lando sat on the edge of the bed and I gulped. He was wearing nothing but boxershorts who allowed me to see his flexed thigh muscles. “C´me here”, he whispered and grabbed my hands to pull me on his lap. He started pressing little kisses on my neck and I closed my eyes. “Couldn’t stop thinking about this morning, Ace”, he said and I hummed in agreement. My hands wandered over his bare chest and he lifted his thigh a little so that it pressed against my clothed pussy. I gasped a little and earned a smirk from him. I immediately started to move on his thigh and he cupped my ass. “Hmm, you like that? Come on show me what you want”, he said and pressed his lips against my neck to spread kisses everywhere. Little moans escaped my mouth while I moved on his thigh. “Fuck, you look so good like this”, he moaned, with every move I could feel his hard dick pressing against my leg. I grabbed his clothed cock with one hand and starting stroking it a little, not stopping my movements on his lap. He moaned and bit my neck for what he earned a groan. I will have marks tomorrow for sure.

I groaned again, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to finish like that. It felt good, incredibly so, but not enough for me to come. “What´s up baby, you think you can cum like this?” Lando asked teasingly and cooed when I shook my head. Before I could process what he was doing, he pulled my panties to the side and pushed two fingers inside of me. A pornographic noise escaped my mouth and he groaned. “Work yourself all over my fingers baby that´s it”, he moaned and I started to see white stars, before his fingers pushed me over the edge.

When my high ended I realized how tired I was. My head fell on Lando´s shoulder and he chuckled a little. “Such a good girl”, he whispered and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, to place me on the empty side of the bed. “Get some sleep”, he said and pressed a kiss on my forehead before my mind drifted away.

„Ace, wake up”, Lando whispered and caressed my cheek a little. I hummed and opened my eyes slowly, trying to adjust them to the daylight. I realized that my alarm didn’t ring and suddenly was fully awake. “Fuck, did I oversleep?” I asked but Lando laughed and pushed me back onto the mattress. “No, we have some time”, he whispered and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. “I thought maybe you wanna return the favour of last night?” he asked and I smirked, realizing that he was pressing his morning glory against my leg. I pushed him off me, just to get on top of him. “You´re right, that would only be fair”, I gave back and he hummed while I worked my way down to his boxers, spreading little kisses on his skin. I pulled them down and licked my lips by the sight of his dick. Big and red, with a bit of precum on the tip. I looked at him and our eyes locked, while I licked from his shaft to his tip, obnoxiously slow. “Ace”, he groaned and I smirked before I started to give my full attention to his tip. His hand grabbed my hair and I stopped licking his tip just to take him in my mouth completely.

I worked my way all over his already pulsating cock, not neglecting his balls. “That´s it baby, fuck”, Lando groaned and I added my hand to stroke him. Little moans and curses escaped his mouth and I felt his high coming closer. I locked eyes with him once more and it seemed to be enough for him. With a few sloppy thrusts he finished inside my mouth. He pulled me on top of him to give me a kiss. “You´re amazing, Ace”, he said and kissed me once more. I hummed, but opened my eyes frowning. “What?” he asked and I laughed. “Did you really just wake me up to give you a blowjob?” I asked and he laughed, before he kissed the of my nose. “Yup”, he said and stood up from the bed to get into the bathroom. I shook my head in disbelief and chuckled. This could be interesting.

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eevisims · 3 months

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shore luxe apartments & coffee shop

luxe shore apartments are a modern apartment complex located in the city center of san myshuno, overlooking a stunning lake. the complex is well-equipped with various amenities such as a outside grill area & seating, coffee shop, 3 car garage, communal laundry, gym & pool. each unit has an integrated kitchen for a sleek & modern look. the apartments include spa-like bathrooms, 1 bedroom apartments even have their own bathtubs for an extra touch of luxury. the basement includes storage cages for all units, perfect for realism.

more information:

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$560,537 lot type | residential rental & 6 units *it's a residential lot on the gallery since i don't own the pack yet* lot size | 30x30 location | san myshuno three 1 bedroom & 1 bathroom apartments & three studio apartments move in ready, unfurnished

amenities include:

outside grill area & seating, coffee shop, 3 car garage, communal laundry, gym & pool

cc used:

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additional notes:

everything is playtested & functional i'll upload a proper residential rental lot when i own the pack the doorbells might get annoying when playing in this lot because of the constant wall notifications the kitchen counters are a slightly different color compared to the cabinets, but the marble on the counters was too perfect not to use them. i hope it's not too much of a problem

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erenqueef · 16 days

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𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢★𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

warnings: mature content! - smut

𝒻ℯ𝓂 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝒳 𝒷ℴ𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒷ℴ𝓉𝓉ℴ𝓂

title: hired to kill

(this was originally uploaded on wattpad)

you were cooking a meal for you and your 'boyfriend' you freeze as the man you been seeing holds you to gun point, you were on your knees. your heart beats out of its chest as you stare into his emotionless eyes. "just close your eyes y/n, make this easier for me will ya?"

your eyebrows twitch, your breath heaving as you feel sudden panic. "toji why.."

he sighs. "easy money."

"easy money?? so those long nine months meant nothing?"

he stares at you for a second, he wasn't completely heartless but he had a job to do. "absolutely nothing."

"why didn't you just kill me then?! why did you wait this long huh?!"

he pauses, hesitating before putting his finger on the trigger. "shut up y/n. your always yappin' ya mouth. now close your damn eyes."

you begin to tear up, just as you were falling in love with this guy, just as you were feeling happy again. was it all a lie? "shoot me already! go ahead and fucking shoot me!" you had no idea what to feel, your heart can't even process this.

and then, boom.

your eyes squeeze shut, your body flinching.

"there, i shot it."

you re-open your eyes, looking up at him as he puts his gun away. "wha- you didn't shoot me.." you look to your left, at the bullet dent in the floor next to you.

he looks at you, not speaking. but his actions do. he walks closer and squats in front of you, meeting your eye level. "do you ever shut it?" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before lifting your chin up closer to him. "you annoy me y/n, always making me feel somethin' i shouldn't."

"what do you mean?" your voice was shaky, still nervous from everything.

"i mean i hate you." he grabs your face. "i don't know why i can't kill you. but i can't." he looks deeply into your eyes, "i think i love ya or somethin like that."

"you-"

he cuts you off with his lips, giving you a soft peck. "shut up y/n when are ya gonna learn? just stop speaking. no room for your words." he smirks.

"but i'm confused."

"i don't care y/n. don't ask me any questions it's just gonna annoy me." he leans in and presses his lips against yours, you have no idea what the fuck just happened. but your at least thankful he didn't kill you.

you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his tongue sliding and flicking against yours before he stands with you and carry's you to a near by surface, which was the kitchen counter. "toji-"

"you never quit." he runs his fingers through the back of your hair before yanking it back, your wince turns into a soft moan when he licks up your throat. "you know how lucky you are? eh?" he whispers.

"you have a lot to explain to me." you reply, looking at at the ceiling as he kisses down your throat.

"i know, but hey, i didn't kill ya did i?" he looks back at your eyes again. forcing your gaze back to him.

your eyes flick between each of his. "no but,"

"no but nothing." he interrupts. "i was testing you."

he leans in again, he didn't care for an answer , he's just hungry for you.

his warm tongue slides in between your lips, causing your eyes to flutter.

(play: gansta- kehlani)

"bedroom," toji growled out against your lips. his hands gripped your hips, his mouth and tongue mapping your face before claiming your lips once more.

moaning into the kiss, you wrap your arms and legs tightly around him. "carry me."

carrying you with your legs and arms wrapped around him, tojis lips never left yours as he stumbled towards the bedroom. he kicked the door shut behind you guys and dropped you on the bed, his body pressing against yours. his hands roamed over your body, undressing you with swift movements.

you cant deny the puddle in your pants, maybe a sick part of you was turned on from being held gun point. maybe it was his stance or expression, but anything this man did turned you on. even when your on the brink of death.

you help him undress you, he basically rips your cloths off, literally tearing them in half and tossing them to the other side of the room.

his breaths grow heavier, he's almost growls when he presses his pantsed erection against your bare folds.

he pulled his face away for a moment to look into your eyes as his hands work to take his own pants off. "your so fucking beautiful i can't stand it." he whispers roughly, finally sliding his pants and underwear off and kicking them off at his feet.

you let out a satisfied sigh, you can hear the neediness in this man's voice. "im so-"

"wet? yeah i have fucking eyes y/n. and a sense of feel too." he whispers that last sentence as his hardened length teases your folds. "i need to be inside of you."

he reaches down to guide his thick 9 inch cock to your entrance. his tip teasing you gently before he thrusts all the way inside you. a moan escaping your lips. "fuck," you moan. "you don't have any fucking patience."

"oh i don't fucking care." he presses his lips against yours. giving you short, deep, fast thrusts. his balls slapping against your skin hardly as he fucks you.

a grunt escapes his lips as he pulls out and slams right back into you, your nails digging into his back further. "faster.." you whine.

"ya want faster? do it yourself then slut." he pulls out and lays down against the soft pillows his cock throbbing with need, he wants you to ride him.

you crawl on top of him and he immediately helps you put his cock back in, his eyes don't leave yours for a second as you sink down on him. he puts his hands behind his head and sits back and relaxes. "go on, ride me." he demands.

you starts bouncing and grinding yourself on him, his eyes look down at the sight.

you sit back and hold yourself up by holding his knees, you had absolutely nothing to hide or be ashamed about with him. he worshipped every inch of your body. "faster y/n.." he says in almost a warning tone. like if you didn't listen he wasn't gonna hold back on using his full speed on you which you knew would be brutal. considering his strength, after all he was toji fushiguro and you knew he was one fast fucker. literally.

his hands reach to your hips, you knew now he wasn't playing, he guided you with his strong hands to move faster on him, he was trying his best not to just thrust up into you as fast and hard as he could. "just do it." you whisper, you didn't care anymore, in fact you never did.

"you asked for it." he then pulls you down onto him roughly, you were now laying against him with your face in the crook of his neck, his thumbs rest in the crack of your thigh and hip while his fingers hold on tightly to your ass, he positions his legs up and he starts to fuck you relentlessly.

"fuck!" was all you could let out. he was moving so fast you couldn't even process it. you could barley moan. a few rough shaky breaths escaped your lips and that was all you could manage.

"you wanted it, you got it baby." he whispered, gripping your ass tighter. as he pounds into you. he could feel your pelvic walls close in on his cock, wrapping it perfectly. "alright fuck you y/n." he grunts, he didn't want to finish so early but you were making it hard. "stop. don't cum yet." he demands.

"i cant hold it back.." you whine, your eyes were squeezed shut. how could you not cum?

"fuck." he grunts. "at least wait for me. im almost there y/n." he speeds up even faster, a long moan leaving your lips.

"i..im cuming toji!" you moan, sitting up on his lap as he continues to thrust up into you, your hands resting on his shoulders, your tits bouncing in his face. that was when he reached his limit, he moved faster then ever you can feel his cock pulsing as he releases his hot sticky cum inside you.

"fuck yeah." he mumbled.

you collapse on his chest again as he continues to thrust but slowly. "toji.." you quietly moan.

"damn it i love when you moan my name like that. i fucking love you." he slows down slowly till he comes to a stop, slapping your ass.

"i love you too."

that was the first time you both fucked each other like that. yeah, you guys have had sex with each other plenty of times. but nothing comes close to what just happened. especially knowing he loved you and you love him made things even hotter.

"now get off me and find some cloths. we're cuddling for the rest of the night and your not to complain." he smirks.

"im fine with that." you get up and walk your naked self to the dresser, toji laying on his side and watching you with a smirk, his eyes starting at the way your ass jiggles when you walk. he watches you bend over to the bottom draw, he sees his cum leaking out of you, he can't resist you.

"actually," he stands up and walks over to you, his cock hard again as he presses it against you. "fuck the cloths. im fucking you again."

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#smut #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk oneshot #oneshot #wattpad #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji smut #toji zenin #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk #toji x y/n #toji x you #dilf toji #18+ content

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ticklystuff · 2 months

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Energy to Burn

a/n: inspired by gaming's teapot dialogue (pls ignore thoma standing there menacingly i was too lazy to remove him for the pic..)

for some context, a lot of ppl that celebrate lunar new year will clean their homes prior to the new year! but ya i was supposed to upload this before lantern rite and that did not happen so just pretend i did

wc: ~1.8k

summary: aether has the very relatable problem of someone else doing his chores, oh the horror

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Hallway clean.

Counters sheen.

Kitchen kempt.

House pristine.

Aether's eyes scanned over the entirety of his living space, taking in the now well-organized room. Sloppy would be misleading in terms of how to describe himself and Aether did enjoy cleaning on the occasion, yet a certain floating companion could easily offset his progress. Compound that with constant settled dust and dirt while being away and keeping the teapot spotless becomes a massive ordeal. He did his best, he really did, but things were never exactly how Aether liked them.

Yet as much as his own reflection in the countertops was pleasing to the eye, Aether couldn't help but release a lowly sigh, recalling a conversation from the day prior.

"Now, I know you won't let me pay any rent while I'm here, 'cause we're friends and all, but I will at least insist on making myself useful. So, if you catch me cleaning or gardening at any point — don't try and stop me."

It didn't take a genius to deduce the "culprit" behind the state of the teapot and Aether soon found himself running through the hallways of the house, crying out to his guest, always taking a second to marvel at the cleanliness of each room, before bolting to a different area of the building.

"Gaming! Gaming!!"

A brief run-through of the kitchen area rewarded Aether with a clue for his efforts: a propped open backdoor to the garden area. Lo and behold, there Gaming was, kneeling down to feed the numerous cats Aether liked to bring home to the teapot, seemingly oblivious to the blond's nearby presence. The dancer's current attire heavily clashed with the colorful flora he stood amongst, adorning a simple grey t-shirt that gave a slight peek of his midriff, baggy shorts that fell past his knees, and his usual shoes improperly slipped on. As Aether approached the other, he couldn't help but notice the little tune Gaming hummed, bobbing his head along. Lacking the usual accessories, Gaming's disheveled hair flew about in the breeze without a care.

"Gaming?" Aether slowly approached the other, prompting him to practically jump in response.

"Oh- woah! Morning, boss!" Gaming giggled, catching himself in the moment. "Look at these little guys! They love the treats I brought them! Oh, and speaking of which, did you see the breakfast I made? It's nothing special, but I prepared some congee for you. I also found some pumpkins laying around and cut them up, if you'd like to add them to your dish!"

"Ah, I haven't eaten yet," Aether nodded, watching the cats devour their food, "but I just wanted to thank you for cleaning up the house."

"Oh, it's no problem-"

"But also, you really don't need to go through all this effort," Aether quickly interjected. "You're a guest here and you should really be enjoying your time, not doing my chores."

"Uh-uh, no can do, boss!" Gaming gave another grin, not a beat missed in his reply. "I've already told you that's not how it's going to fly. Plus, who says I'm not having a good time doing your chores?"

"Gaming.."

"Heh, don't sweat it," he tilted his head, before huffing in reassurance. "My po po always taught me that I should always show gratitude to my host for having me as a guest. Besides, it's almost Lantern Rite and it's customary to clean your home before then. I know this isn't my own place, but it's where I'm staying for now, so might as well!"

"Well, not to this extent." He couldn't help but sigh, feeling conflicted, yet at the same time, Gaming didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"Don't worry about it," Gaming clicked amusedly with his tongue. "Just think of it as a productive way for me to burn all my energy for the day!"

"I suppose." Didn't really help him feel less bad about the whole thing, though.

"Alrighty then!" Gaming placed his hands on his hips in thought. "What's next on the agenda- Ah! H-Hehehey!" The sudden outburst took Aether by surprise, taking a moment to realize why. Now out of food, the cats Gaming had been generously feeding were brushing along the bare lower parts of his legs, some even pawing at his shins, meowing as if crying out for more food.

"N-No, get awahahay!" the brunet continued to giggle, hopping between each leg to avoid the encircling horde of kittens clamoring for their next snack. "H-Here!" Gaming quickly reached into his pocket, throwing out a surplus of treats that was enough to divert the attention of his new following.

And the whole time, Aether had been observing.. watching.. stewing the little idea that the teapot cats have so graciously handed to his brain on a silver platter. If Gaming had extra energy burn, he could certainly help with that.

"Whew," Gaming sighed in relief once the cats had dispersed. "Do you not feed them here? Why are they so hun- WahH! Hey! Boss, w-what're you-?! N-Nohoho! Nahahat you too!"

In his distracted state, it wasn't particularly difficult for Aether to bowl the other over, easily pinning Gaming to the grassy garden of the teapot. Once ready, Aether set his plan into motion, digging into the sides that were oh-so conveniently exposed thanks to Gaming's choice of current attire.

"You mentioned having a little extra energy to spare," Aether teased, pinching at the exposed sides in succession to create an erratic giggly response. "Thought that maybe I could help with that."

"Nahahat like thihihis!" Gaming shook his head with a smile, showing off the widest dimples adorning his cheeks. "I-I wahahas juhuhust trying to heheEHEHELP!"

Aether couldn't help but grin along, having just hit a particularly good spot that elicited the cutest squeals. He continued to make use of the newfound discovery, circling the area around Gaming's navel with the tips of his finger nails in repeated motions to draw out the contagious laughter. "Y'know this is your fault, right? If you hadn't started feeding the cats, I would have never found out you're so ticklish."

"Th-That dohohohesn't mahahake any sehehense!" Gaming kicked his legs and patted away at the hands that lightly clawed all over his midsection, but it was for naught, as Aether had no intent on stopping any time soon. "Ehehehehahaha! StahahAHAhahap!"

"I could," Aether drew out with his tongue, making sure to really dig into the vulnerable waist with incessant pokes, feeling Gaming's body lurch and his legs kick to escape the way Aether effectively straddled him, "if you promise to relax during the rest of your stay."

"NEHEHEVEHEHER!"

Aether shrugged his shoulders, perfectly fine with Gaming's stubbornness, if that's what suited him. His laughter was the best part, Aether soon realized; there was something softly warm to it, akin to nibbling into a slice of freshly baked bread. No matter the flavor of laughter, whether it be the sharp yelps from squeezing his thighs to the squeals Gaming would make whenever his navel was targeted, or maybe the bouncy giggles from tasing his sides, the lush vibrant undertones were never absent, satiating Aether's ears in the most fulfilling way possible. He was so content with the current situation that the reason the two were there nearly slipped his mind, until the sight of Gaming's tomato cheeks caught Aether by surprise.

"Hehe, oops," Aether giggled, giving his hands and Gaming a pause. "Well, have we burned enough energy for today?"

"Nuh-uh," Gaming finally shook his head. Breathless as he may be, there was still the faintest glimmer of vigor behind his smile. "I can do this all day."

"Hmph, me too." His hands poised once again, prompting Gaming's limbs to tense in response, yet Aether found himself stopping midair. If Gaming didn't break from everything tried so far, then it would only make sense to switch up his target, but where to? So far, nothing had worked, the boy seemingly a boundless well of laughter and energy, but surely there'd be something..

"What's wrong?" Gaming spoke up, his voice not having fully recovered yet. "Given up yet?"

"Heh, no," Aether lightly tweaked his hips, causing his arms to flail, before his arms landed uselessly on the grass next to.. a discarded shoe?? The blond blinked twice, taking a moment to piece together that one of Gaming's slippers must've flung off during all the kicking he was doing, which meant..

Aether quickly slid downwards, ensnaring the bare foot in an armlock before Gaming could make a move, creating what seemed to be panicked shaking from behind. "H-Hey, wait a minute," Gaming's voice could be heard running a mile a minute, as his free leg pressed against the grass in a last attempt to escape. "Okay, okay this is mean! No, no, no, you don't have to- NohohOHOHO! W-WahahahAIT!"

The effect was almost instant, as Aether scribbled up and down the sensitive sole, eliciting crackled laughter from its owner. He took a second to take a peek behind him, giggling at the scene of Gaming uselessly covering his face with his hands as muffled helpless laughter poured through. There was the occasional kick to his backside from the other spasming leg, but Aether made sure to reward those with a few rougher scrapes to his foot. "Surrender yet?"

"WahAHAHAHA!"

"I didn't hear a yes," Aether snickered, drowned out by Gaming's wailing, feeling the trapped leg buck in his grasp. His fingers ran up the length of the sole, earning himself squeal whenever he reached the base of Gaming's toes, before sliding back down to his heel.

"Okay! Okahahahay! Stahahap! I gihiHIHIVE!"

Just for good measure, Aether delivered a few more pressurized pokes to the middle of his foot, listening as Gaming slapped his hands on the grass in defeat amongst the pleading. When he eventually released his leg, Aether was surprised to see the limb fall limp instead of being pulled back to safety, though he supposed this was a good sign that Gaming's energy was finally spent.

"Urgh, why," the brunet groaned, exhausted without a doubt. "This is what I get for being a good person."

"No, it's what you get for being stubborn," Aether chided with a shake of his head, before offering his hand to help the other on his legs. Once Gaming stood up, Aether couldn't help but ruffle the disheveled mess of brown hair in an attempt at brushing away the pieces of grass caught in the strands.

"Mmm," Gaming shook his head, before running his fingers through his hair a couple of times. "Maybe you won today, but there's always tomorrow's chores. You can't totally stop me."

Aether rolled his eyes in response. "Is that so?" he said, fingers wiggling towards Gaming's sides.

"Okay, okay!" Gaming already began giggling again, jumping back to safety. "I'll learn to chill."

"Promise?"

Gaming sighed, almost as if he had something else to say, only to shake his head. "Fine, promise."

#gaming #aether #genshin impact #tickling

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gorejo · 2 years

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𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

≡ s.rintarou x f!reader

↳ If your boyfriend asked for a kiss through facetime would you accept or reject his advances? and what if he [redacted … ] ?

tw/cw: fluff. minor cursing. reader is called : girlfriend, my girl, baby, babe

✉ notes: this is a re-upload from my old blog (๑•ᴗ•๑) !! even if this is your second time reading, I hope you can still enjoy it again (( :

“Kiss me,” Rintarou bluntly asked, his voice weak as if all his energy has been stripped to his bare bones, yet his eyes still blazed with desire.

“YN… kiss me, I’m miserable. About to die almost.” He bugged again.

“Rin, I can’t. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re on facetime, do you want me to kiss you through the screen? And plus, you’re fine… you’re always overreacting,” you smiled back.

“Rude. And yes you can, just give me a kiss, come on” he countered, eyes sleepy and face relaxed, where a fine line of exhaustion lingered just underneath his eyes as he puckered his lips close to his camera lens for you to kiss.

“Oh my god… do your teammates know you’re this clingy?” You giggled, rejecting his advances for a virtual kiss as you quickly took a screenshot.

“…. don’t you fucking dare YN… and no, they will never know because I’m not clingy. This is love, and you just rejected my love.”

“You’re not the only one with a secret album full of pics, Rin,” shaking your head as you rolled your eyes in playful annoyance, “gonna make this my lock screen, and no, I did not reject your love… I just don’t want to kiss you through the phone screen… it’s so… cringe.”

“You think I’m cringe? Never in my life have I heard that I was cringe… The fuck? I heard sexy, cool, mysterious but never cringe.”

“Well, there’s always a first Rin. I promise I’ll give you as many kisses as you want when you come back, just hang tight for a bit more, okay?”

“Whatever,” Rin muttered while looking away from his camera, his screen suddenly going black with muffled movements.

“Ah fuck.” You heard his quiet cursing, his grunts mixed with muffled background noises.

“Rin, you there?” You questioned thinking that the reception was going bad, feeling a threat of sadness piling up, a sudden tug of loneliness that you’ve been doing so well harboring in as you held onto your breath. You gripped your phone a tad bit harder hoping you wouldn’t have to end the call too early. And it didn’t help that he wasn’t much present these past couple of days because of his supposed hell week at camp.

“Yea, still here,” his voice sounded as if he was on the move or had to pick something up, only to immediately show his face again, “just got occupied with something.”

Letting go of your breath you quietly responded back, “Ah, I see… okay… that’s good.”

“Baby…” noticing the sudden change in your voice, “I know you miss me, I can’t seem to understand why you can’t just give me a fucking kiss…” With one of his eyebrows quirked up, his lips slightly forming a smirk as he saw your shy expression, “it’s a win win for the both of us, no?”

“No, if I do this once then you’ll keep asking me.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Rin… are you serious?” Deadpanning at his oblivious response, “you ask me to take a selfie of myself at the most random times. And plus you’re always being dramatic if I don’t, saying you’ll die or whatever without it.”

“Mhm, so what?” Deadpanning as if he really didn’t understand, “It’s called love. I send you quite lovely pictures of myself, don’t I? It’s intimate, no?” His voice low and teasing, “Sexy I would rather say. I know lots of people that would want one for themselves.” His lips formed a lopsided handsome smile — the one that made your stomach churn, and your face to suddenly heat up in embarrassment.

“You’re so annoying…” You murmured under your breath.

“I know you saved them, pretty?”

“Shut up, or I’ll end this call.”

“It’s cute when you get mad, you know?”

Without his usual asking for five more minutes of cuddling in bed that would turn into thirty minutes of more sleep, where the crook of your neck would be surrounded by an awfully clingy boyfriend and his steadfast breathing tickling your skin. His large feet trailing behind your smaller footsteps with his arms around your waists, his back craned as he followed your every move, your day felt empty — complete bare without him.

Without him being able to check in with his usual ‘miss yous,’ or ‘babe look at this’ or even his ever so often honest words of affection ‘I love you,’ you were sure that he was depleted of his energy when all he could do was spend a fraction of his time right before his curfew would end and just before you would start off your day.

Long distance was an absolute bitch.

Off season for Rintarou didn’t mean rest, it didn’t mean he would be granted more leisure time. It meant more training, it meant his body would be more sore, it meant more blood, sweat, and tears, it meant being away from you… Overall, off season meant it would be the worst couple of weeks or even months of his life, your life — an absolute hell.

“How was practice today?” You asked, completely ignoring his question.

“Miserable.” His frank response was underlined with a hint of annoyance.

“Tired?” you asked the obvious.

“Yea, fucking exhausted. My body fucking hurts, can’t eat what I want, been up since the crack of dawn without any coffee, ran laps like a maniac, and even my own girlfriend won’t help me out, I’m doomed.”

“I love you though,” you responded back, slightly tilting your head as you tried to observe his moving background.

“I love you though,” he mimicked your voice.

“Rude, never mind, I hate you.”

“Wow, the world hates me, and you won’t give me a kiss, because you hate me too, damn… got my heart broken through facetime,” Rintarou muttered, his screen lagging as if he was outside, face closely zoomed in only in split moments were you able to catch his dark background.

“Are you outside?” You questioned, and you noticed his face freeze for a slight moment.

“Yea, heading back to my dorm, tryna sneak in some snacks.”

“You’re not supposed to eat that, Rin… you’re gonna get in trouble again,” you corrected him, listening to his repeated steps make contact with the grainy cement.

“Shh… you’re being too loud, it’s hurting my ears, people are sleeping you know?” he joked as he tried to sway the conversation elsewhere, cocking his head as he focused on his screen, “is that my hoodie you’re wearing?”

“Whatever,” shaking your head, “and yes, I am.”

“Damn I thought I brought that one with me… but I guess some thief stole it from me, tch” shaking his head in disbelief.

“You love me,” you teased.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute.” He chuckled, his voice echoing through the line.

“Are you almost at your dorm?”

“Yea, in like a couple of minutes. Tryna to get some good sleep today,” his voice sounded hopeful as his steps came to a stop.

“How are you going to do that?”

“I don’t know baby, you tell me,” his voice teasing.

“Wha —” cutting you off, “Hey, babe?” Rintarou quietly asked.

“Yes?” You answered back, your eyes opening up a tad bit wider.

“You sure you don’t want to give me a kiss?” His voice was soft as he asked you the same question again.

“Rin… I’ll give it to you when you come back.”

Breaking the teasing banter, he softly asked, “You miss me?”

“Mhm,” Your eyes started to sting as tears slowly filled your ducts, immediately biting the side of your lips as you tried to contain your tears from falling… once again in remembrance of how much you actually loved this man, your other half, your better half, “a lot actually.”

“That’s all I needed to hear…” he puffed out his breath, “Hey, baby it’s almost curfew for me, so I need to head back in soon…”

“Already?”

“Mhm, yea already,” Rintaro softly answered.

“Okay…” Your voice lacking its usual vibrancy, gently nodding as you accepted that this would be your fate for the next couple of days, “you’ll call tomorrow again?”

“Don’t I always?”

“True… just feels so empty without you here, you know?”

“Fuckkkk I mean… you can always give me a kiss if you love me so much?” his shoulders shrugging, “just a suggestion, you know?”

“Good bye Rin.”

“Cute,” chuckling as his eyes glistened in the dark, “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

Beep.

“Wait wha —” the call suddenly ended, immediately checking to see if it actually disconnected or if there was a glitch, only to be met with the lonesome reflection of your face.

Dropping onto your bed, the cold surface of your sheets encapsulating your legs, your room suddenly felt too big and too barren without your 6’3” giant lingering beside you, attaching himself to you like a, not so small, baby koala.

“Huh…” letting out a big breath, “see you soon?”

Checking your calendar to recount the days that he was scheduled to come back home, “there’s still 9 more days left…”

Groaning at the realization that you would have to suffer through this misery for a little over a week, “Jerk, asking for kisses and shit,” grabbing hold of his pillow as you snuggled into it, your face planted into the plush as you took in his faint lingering scent, letting one tear trickle down your cheek, “but ending the call like that?”

Muttering into the pillow in annoyance, “I’m not going to give him anything even if he begs.”

“So annoy —” Knock. Knock.

Whipping your head up at the sudden sound, reaching for your phone as you quickly checked the time — too early for anyone to be knocking at your door at 6:43 am.

Swiftly making your way to the door, quietly stepping closer in as you looked through your peephole.

You gasped out, hastily opening up your door, “No way…”

Donning on a pair of his sweats and sweater, with the strap of his duffle bag wrapped securely around his sturdy chest, his hands in his pockets with half his face covered with a mask while the other half was covered by his hat. And despite being covered up from head to toe, you knew at the glint in his greenish yellow orbs who he was.

how could you mistake him for any other man?

“Rin? H- How are earth are you here?”

Immediately coming forth, shortening the distance between you both as he pulled down his mask to unveil his thin face and chiseled jaw, his upright nose, and his blushing cheeks, “before you get mad,” his hands reaching out to you, slightly trembling from either the morning chill or his nervousness, “come here,” his cold palms sending shivers up your spine, “it’s cold, and I’m fucking tired,” his soft lips trailing up your neck to both of your cheeks as he cupped your face, “and I missed my baby.”

“How… How are you here?” you asked again.

“Begged my ass off,” he muttered in between small kisses.

“What?” You tried pushing him away, only to fail as his arms tightly wrapped around you, “I was good at practice, ran extra laps, trained even harder for this, not sure if you can tell,” his soft chuckle tickled the valley of your neck as his lips ran past your skin, “but I lost weight from eating healthy, almost pulled a muscle or two to get here, so tell me I did a good job YN… and welcome me home, yea?”

It was hard to resist him. You missed him. You missed everything about him. You missed his scent. You missed the way he held you so perfectly. You missed waking up to his clingy self — almost impossible to shrug his heavy body off. You missed the way he brushed his fingers against the apples of your cheeks, as he looked endearingly into your eyes. You even missed the way you both would bicker and argue, only to end up forgiving each other through love.

“You have the key, you could’ve just opened the door,” you softly responded back with your face burrowed into his chest, your fingers gripping onto his sweater as everything felt surreal.

Noticing your anxious tendency, his hands wrapped around yours to prompt you to let go, that it’s okay, “Mhm, I know,” as he pulled your arms up to wrap them around his neck, “but it’s not romantic if I open up and barge in, no?” his large hands pulling you closer to his body — one stationed at your waist while the other caressed your heated face, “you probably would’ve beat the shit out of me thinking I was a burglar or something.”

“Yea, I would’ve hit you harder knowing it’s you, just because you deserve it,” lightly grumbling as you melted into his touch.

“You missed me?” His voice was close, his tone personal as he scanned your face and basked in your touch.

“no,” your eyes trailing down his face, stopping at his slender lips as his tongue slightly peaked out to wet his dry lips.

“you sure? I’m the best, no?” his smirk making your head fall empty as if you lost all control of your body, his gaze hypnotizing you into him.

“you’re actually the worst,” pushing yourself up on your tippy toes.

Planting a soft kiss on your forehead, chuckling as he gently massaged your ear lobe as his hand trailed down to the back of your neck, his lips teasingly close to yours, his minty breath tickling your skin, “so is it still cringe if I asked for a kiss now?”

#ae.writes #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #lightmode.#𖤘.hqdrabbles #𖤘.hqfics

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I know u usually do dp x dc prompts and stuff, but do u have any ideas about a buzzed unsolved/ghost files x Danny phantom? I feel like there would be a lot of great interactions

srry if ur not rlly into that

luv ur blog btw <3

just finished binging all of their true crime episodes so why not honestly.

(Danny has been mistaken as a cryptid multiple times throughout his adventures through time. One of these instances being the Mothman.) Danny's posts makes repeat appearances in the post mortem and Q&A episodes jokingly saying that "he's talked to the ghosts of the incidents and has it all figured out." and lays out the genuine reason behind the supernatural occurrence or mysterious death of a person. After regularly appearing in the Q&A, they do a Supernatural episode on the mysterious hauntings of Amity Park. Most likely chalked up to mass hysteria or something for the scientific reasoning behind the mysterious ghosts. in the next Q&A, They figure out that the person behind the CelestialGhoul handle is in fact Daniel Fenton, the son of Jack and Maddie Fenton, owners of Fenton Works and creators of the mysterious "ghost portal" which Shane thinks is a load of horseshit. Danny talks about how his Parents were really bad with lab safety and corrected some minor mistakes that the research team of BUN didn't catch. He offered to be interviewed by Ryan and Shane at any time that their schedules can match up. Danny was quite a character and the fans loved his appearance on the show. He was a believer in the supernatural but denied the existence of ghosts in almost every location that Ryan and Shane went to. He cracked jokes with the ghost hunters and seamlessly fit into their dynamic. He was the perfect middle ground. He was bold and brazen like Shane and yet was a believer like Ryan. Danny went on and talked about his parent's terrible lab saftey, the various ghosts that haunted his town, The constant damage the City endured, how this was simply the norm in his hometown, shitting on Ryan for believing that holy water did anything towards ghosts or demons, and the Anti-Ecto laws. (Ryan tried to use these to rub in Shane's face that this was proof that ghosts existed. His boast was quickly swatted down by Shane who countered that the United States also spent billions on UFO research so the Government was just a load of idiots.)

Shane and Ryan get a tad worried on the sanity of this random guy online that they invited to get interviewed on their show when he starts pulling out various ecto weapons and gadgets. He quickly puts them away to their relief and mentions that they were just replicas (that was a lie).

It's a fun episode all in all, more discussion and funny bits ensue and after it was uploaded, fans demanded to see more of Danny. To their surprise, They indeed would see more of Danny Fenton as a crew member for The Watcher.

#bones writes #bones replies #thats longer than i thought it was gonna be #miki-meh #hope ya like it :D #dp crossover #danny phantom

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v3nusstardust · 3 months

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💋🕹️“RIGGED” 🕹️💋

Pairing : BF!Niki Nishimura x reader

Genre : Fluff 🫶🐇

A/n : srry I haven’t uploaded 🙇 I’m depressed LMFAO (real)

🎀

The bustling arcade was filled with bright neon lights, lively sounds of game machines and clinking tokens. Rows of arcade games lined the room, each one with its own set of flashing screens and joysticks. Hand in hand, you walked around with your boyfriend Niki. Niki’s big, soft hands provided a comforting warmth as they enveloped yours. His thumb traced gentle patterns on your fingers and palms.

The scent of popcorn and the sweet aroma of cotton candy flowed through the air from the snack counter. The ambiance was electric, with the combined sounds of electronic music and game effects creating a euphoric atmosphere. “What do you want to do first?” Niki asked."Uhh... I'm not sure. Where's the rest of your group? I could've sworn Jake was just behind us," you chuckled. Niki shook his head, his warm smile accompanying his response, "Nah. All six of them already went off doing their own thing."

You scanned the arcade looking for a fun game, but something far more intriguing caught your eye. "NIKI." Your grip on his hand tightened as your body tensed with excitement. Niki gave you a puzzled look, trying to find whatever you were so interested in.

"Hello Kitty Claw Machine!" you exclaimed, pulling Niki and running towards the claw machine. You pressed your palms against the glass of the machine, staring at all the cute plushies. The one that mainly caught your eye was the My Melody plush. It was in a cute bear costume, an adorable light baby pink color.

"Darling, you have a lot of plushies at home," Niki tried his best to persuade you. You turned your head and dangerously glared at him. "Yeah, but I don't have a My Melody, and I really want it!" you whined with an adorable pout that Niki couldn't resist. "I know how worked up you get with these machines," Niki said, trying to reason with you.

“Not even!” you argued back, determined to try your luck. The memory of you raging on a claw machine played in your head, and you let out a small giggle at the recollection. With a grin, Niki finally gave in, “Alright, let’s go for it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you about the claw’s tricks.” The excitement on your face intensified as you eagerly inserted tokens into the machine.

As the claw descended, you held your breath, eyes fixed on the My Melody plush. The claw closed around it, but just as it began to lift, the plush slipped from its grasp and tumbled back into the pile. Disappointment washed over your face as you sighed, realizing that this time, the claw machine had outsmarted you. “See, it's rigged,” Niki said leaning against the glass. “Okay wait. Give me more tokens, now I’m determined.” you said in a serious tone, your eyes glued to the pink melody plush.

Undeterred, you decided to give it another shot. With renewed determination, you inserted more tokens and focused on the claw's descent. Each attempt seemed promising, but the elusive My Melody plush slipped through the claw's grasp every time. Your frustration grew, but you couldn't resist the challenge.

"Maybe it's just bad luck today," Niki suggested, trying to ease the disappointment. Ignoring the odds, you insisted on trying two more times, but the result remained the same – the plush danced just out of reach, mocking your attempts.

You sighed, staring at the melody plush. You thought Niki would say, “I told you it’s rigged .” but surprisingly, he didn’t. You looked up at him through your lashes. Your sad face was so gentle and cute, it made his heart ache.

Niki rolled up his sleeves and theatrically cracked his knuckles. “What are you doing..?” you asked. “I’m getting you My Melody, sweetheart.” he smiled at you. As Niki extended his arm into the claw machine, you couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation. "Niki, are you …are you sure about this?" you managed to say through fits of laughter. Undeterred, he replied with a grin, "I got this. My Melody is not escaping me." With careful precision, Niki maneuvered his arm among the plushies, reaching for the coveted My Melody. “I got it!” he exclaimed. You and Niki both bubbled with laughter. “LOVE, LOVE , MY ARM IS STUCK.” Niki cackled.

You kneeled down and helped Niki remove his arm from the machine. Both of you were filled with joy and laughter. As you helped Niki, you heard familiar voices behind you. "What are y'all doing?!" Jake erupted with laughter. It was Jake, Sunghoon, and Jay. You and Niki were laughing so hard you couldn’t even make up words. You helped Niki gently pull his arm out, ensuring he didn't get hurt.

Thankfully, the arcade mishap hadn't caused any harm, and as Niki extracted his arm, he revealed a small pink My Melody plush in his hand, just for you. Niki’s smile widened as he placed it in your hand. “YAY!” you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. In a spontaneous burst of joy, you jumped on him, causing both of you to tumble onto the floor.

As you and Niki lay on the arcade floor, still giggling, Jake made sure to capture a picture of yall’s cute moment. This was something you’d remember forever.

(a/n : ik this is simple but lmk if you liked🧚🏼‍♀️😏)

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