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anystalker707 · 3 months

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Another night in the pantry

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gn, amab] Reader Summary: Sanji is really needy, wanting a good fuck from you Tags: baby girl sanji / bottom sanji / whimpering / crying / overstimulation / degradation

Requested by anon ["Can you please write sanji x male top reader and sanji is jus a whimpering mess wit overstimulation and a humiliation/degradation kink 😂😂☝🏽☝🏽..."]

MASTERLIST

Sanji’s uneven breathing resonated through the cramped room, muffled by the items lined up along the shelves on the wooden walls and the sound of the gentle waves outside. The strip of moonlight that slipped through the small circular window lit up the room just enough without attracting the attention of whoever darted around in the middle of the night, and whoever was in the crow’s nest this time was too far to notice anything happening there.

The pantry quietly witnessed another encounter between you, in which Sanji once again lay back against the wooden boxes while you stood between his spread legs with your lips attached to his neck. Sanji’s shoes and tie were already discarded somewhere else, some buttons of his shirt open to make way for your lips.

A particularly loud whimper came from Sanji, resembling a muffled moan, as his back arched off the surface. He breathed through his mouth a couple of times, hands tightening around your shirt as he groaned in frustration, pulling you closer with both his arms and legs wrapping around you. His erection ground more against yours through the layers of clothes, but the motion dragged slowly this time.

“Please, my love, please,” he breathed against your neck with a soft cry, dampening your skin more than the sweat already had. “I’ll do anything for you, my love, my life, please, I need you,” he babbled in a whiny tone as he gasped for air, with a long moan as he arched his back again.

“Damn,” you whispered as you stood up properly and took your shirt off, much to Sanji’s pleasure as he eyed you hungrily. Your cock strained against your pants too painfully already, so maybe it was time to finally give in to Sanji’s pleas, and he seemed to catch on to your intentions, eyes sparkling with anticipation as he observed you with his breath caught in his throat and propped up on his elbows.

Sanji’s eyes followed your hands as they undid each button of his blue shirt, then did the same with his pants. He gasped in anticipation, but the soft sound was replaced by an embarrassed groan when you pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his hard and damp cock. It made you raise your eyebrows, biting your lip.

“Damn, look at the mess you made…” Your finger trailed up his cock, gathering a little of the sticky cum on it, before you stuck your finger into your mouth to lick it clean; he whimpered more at something as simple as it. “Still cumming inside your pants? How old are you, Sanji? Damn it…”

That was a hot sight, honestly, making your cock throb in its confines once again. Sanji had cummed earlier when you started dry-humping him, since he’d already been hard for a while before he finally started begging as you told him to, and it clearly hadn’t been enough. His cock twitched under your gaze as he chanted more pleas under his breath.

“Really can’t contain yourself, right?” You muttered, finishing taking Sanji’s pants and underwear all the way down so that you could spread his legs properly—given his flexibility, it was an easy job. “What made you so horny today? Been daydreaming in the kitchen instead of doing your damn job? Are you even good for anything at all?” You clicked your tongue in disappointment while running your thumb along the underside of his cock, pressing your knuckle to the hot skin.

Sanji let out a shaky breath at the same time his thighs quivered, threatening to close around your hand, but they stopped by your sides. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, my love,” he whined, pressing his eyes shut and letting himself rest on his back again, throwing his arms above himself.

“What if I left you here and gave up on touching you, hm?” You questioned just to hear that answer once more, running your hand up and down his stomach, feeling the skin move under your palm with each breath.

With a small groan escaping his lips, his eyebrows twitched a little, furrowing more. “...Whatever you want, my love.”

“You’re so pathetic, Sanji,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head. “You should be ashamed of being like this. So stupid.” Your hand held his face this time, squishing his cheeks together to make him look at you, and he didn’t even need to be told anything, cracking his eyes open to look at you. “I’d be ashamed if I were you. Are you ashamed, Sanji? Can’t even stand up for yourself.”

Sanji’s face burned vividly, and he was thankful you couldn’t see his red face in the darkness, or else it’d be another reason for you to tease him… Or maybe it was unfortunate. Your cruel words managed to always send hot waves of arousal down his spine and make his cock twitch, as much as he tried to pretend not to like it. He finally nodded in agreement with your words, feeling shame and arousal burn inside him simultaneously.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against his lips, pecking them briefly. “I love you anyway.”

A hopeless sound came from Sanji as he let his head slowly fall back once you let go of it, his heart fluttering at the same time his cock twitched, and he waited for more from you. Just his hand or dry-humping wasn’t enough for him—he needed you to touch and use him until you were satisfied, no matter how sensitive his cock already felt.

There was lube hidden behind the boxes because of the frequent encounters, and you made a mental note of getting a new one when noticing the remaining liquid only reached under a fourth of the bottle, but it was still enough to cover your cock in a decent amount of it and pour some over Sanji’s awaiting hole. Just the feeling of the cold lube against his skin was enough to snatch another whimper from Sanji.

“You’re like a pretty toy, Sanji,” you said as your thumb pressed to his hole, flat, without enough pressure to actually push in, though it was already enough for his thighs to quiver a little. “Here to be used whenever I need to get off, right? Though you’re quite needy sometimes…” You raised your eyebrows lightly, pushing your index finger into Sanji instead. He gasped, walls tightening around your finger while all you did was spread the lube around instead of fingering him as he wished. “Were you made to be fucked by me, baby? Because it sure does feel like it, sometimes.”

Playfulness laced both your voice and actions, with that touch of malice that made Sanji’s head spin. He groaned, chest rising and falling as he panted, shirt clinging to his sweaty skin; a perfect mess that you’d made yourself. Your eyes lingered on the marks over his neck and chest while pride swelled in you, making you smile a little before finally pressing the tip of your cock to his hole.

Sanji gasped, squirming at the littlest touch, but he quickly stayed still before you could say anything, obediently. He gasped at the intrusion, at the same time the pleased sounds also escaped from your lips with how his walls clenched and accommodated around your cock.

“Tight,” you breathed, observing Sanji whimper and arch his back, pressing his eyes shut as his hands closed around nothing. It made you wonder what made him want you so badly, a worry that was quickly pushed to the back of your mind and overtaken by the need to fuck him.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you started moving. The first thrusts were tentative and messy, with pauses between them so that you could process the waves of pleasure that Sanji’s ass sent running down your spine. If you weren’t careful, you were going to cum fast, so you took a deep breath before finally being able to settle down for a steady rhythm. “Good,” you breathed.

You wrapped Sanji’s leg around your waist by bringing it up with a hand under his thigh, finding a new angle that made him go all tight around your cock as his thighs quivered more. His hands found the edges of the wooden boxes and clung to them, finally finding something to ground him through the intense pleasure.

“Ahh, my love, I can’t—” Sanji cried out softly, unable to hold himself back before he was cumming again, making you raise your eyebrows and observe it in surprise while the hot and sticky cum spilled all over his torso while your cock still pounded into him. A sound that reminded you of a sob escaped Sanji’s lips, but you kept going when nothing that resembled the safe word escaped his lips. “Please,” he breathed as his eyes opened briefly, with pretty blue orbs staring at you with a need that still lingered.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you made the thrusts more intense, making Sanji’s body gently rock every time your hips met the back of his thighs. He arched his back as strings of whines dripped from his lips, mixed with something that sounded like your name, if you paid attention enough.

“Again, Sanji? You’re so fucking greedy today,” he groaned, clicking your tongue as you ran your free hand up and down his side, giving his waist a light squeeze. “Mmm, good thing I am here for you, right? Or else what? I bet you’d go back to fucking your hand all day long while thinking about some girl who probably thinks you’re gross.”

Something like a cry mixed with a moan came from Sanji, and as much as he could attempt to deny anything, the way his ass clenched around your cock proved how much he loved your cruelty. He pressed a hand over his mouth as your thrusts got more powerful, trying to muffle the high-pitched cries that escaped his throat, but you grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Let them hear you,” you said with a grin, “let your dear Nami-swan know you like it up the ass so much. What will she think of you, hm?” Of course, no one would listen unless someone was darting around late at night—which was highly improbable—, but it was nice torturing him like that, even more so when it made his back arch so deliciously. “Fuck, hot,” you whispered, speeding up your thrusts.

A few tears escaped Sanji’s eyes, but you judged it was from the overstimulation as well, from keeping going through all those orgasms. Either way, he kept going strongly, cock still hard, flushed, and swollen as it twitched and leaked pre-cum whenever your cock hit deep inside him. The leftover cum made his tip glisten, and you bit your lip with a groan. The tone of Sanji’s flushed cock almost matched the way his nipples were bright red from the abuse, and the hickeys on his skin.

“I’m going to cum, Sanji, baby,” you breathed, “and I want you to cum with me.”

“Yes, mon amour, please,” Sanji said between moans, arching his back more, but nothing compared to the way he squirmed when your hand wrapped around his already sensitive cock and started stroking it. You could only imagine how the overstimulation affected Sanji, snatching louder and whinier sounds from his lips as more tears trailed down his face, while his ass clenched around your cock more, milking it.

“Mmm, I’m— Nngh, b—” Sanji could barely form anything coherent, and seeing him like that made your cock twitch more inside him, the arousal rising in your lower stomach. His eyebrows furrowed under the hair that stuck to his forehead due to the sweat, and he couldn’t even stop pressing his eyes shut.

Finally, a louder and longer moan escaped Sanji’s lips before he was cumming once again—the cum was now clear as it added up to the other load that already covered his torso, and Sanji’s thighs trembled. Seeing that was enough to make your balls tighten, and you were cumming as well, gasping as you came inside Sanji, continuing thrusting to make sure your cum was deep inside him and that you were well satisfied.

Sanji still whimpered after he came down from his high; his body shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he didn’t ask for more this time.

“Fuck,” you whispered, stepping back to tuck your cock back into your pants before giving proper attention to Sanji. You sighed, sitting up on the box so that you could reach him, cupping his face and peppering it with kisses. “Poor thing,” you whispered, wiping the tears away from his face. “Are you good now?”

Sanji nodded faintly, blinking a couple of times as he looked at you, still struggling to catch his breath, sniffling occasionally.

“Good boy,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his nose. “I’ll clean you up, and then we can get some cuddles.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 1 year

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Hi!!

Can you please write a fic about the golden oldie of one bed in a hotel room with wanda maximoff and venom reader? I miss enemies to lovers 😭

Hell yeah I can!

Hotel Room hell

Summary: You and Wanda are sent on a mission together but you don't get along, and when a woman tries flirting with you she needs to confront her feelings, or does she? Maybe she'll just play with you instead

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, terribly written smut, oral (W receiving) swearing, etc

Words: 5,300 (Got way too carried away 😳😂)

A/n: this has been finished for 2 days but I kept reading and changing things so let’s hope for the best lol

"I'm sorry ma'am but there's only one room left” the poor hotel receptionist repeated for the 3rd time to an angry redhead "I can't stay with her in the same room, we don't get along"

"She doesn't like us does she?" Venom said in your head and you just shrugged

"We'll be in different beds Wanda whats the big deal? You tried calming the situation down, you didn't really like her either but you were tired and all you wanted to do was sleep

More bad news incoming "oh actually the room only has a king bed available" this poor front desk person

"One room and one bed?! This is ridiculous!" You didn't say this often but Wanda was acting like a Karen right now "Wanda it's fine I'll sleep on the couch"

That seemed to calm the stressed redhead and she grabbed the key from the desk storming up to the room leaving you to deal with the woman "I'm so sorry about her she's normally really nice"

She laughed "trust me we get many characters around here, she's not even the worst I've had today, thank you for trying to help though"

"She is flirting with us! We need to ask her out! You have been very lonely recently!"

You forced a smile ignoring that insult from your symbiote and looked back to the woman who asked you a question and waited for your response "sorry? Did you ask me something?"

"I asked you if you were dating your friend?"

You shook your head "no no we don't like each other"

"Then why stay at a hotel? Seems a little odd" she laughed and you laughed with her, she was right but when Tony Stark gives you an order you have to listen apparently "trust me I know" you laughed with her

"So if you're not dating her, does that mean you're free tonight then?" She was asking you out, oh wow okay

"Oh yeah, yeah sure I'm free, do you have anything in mind?" You stumbling over your words and blushing hard was the cutest thing she'd ever seen even if you yourself felt yourself getting stressed

"A drink at the bar maybe?" She said and you nodded "absolutely, when do you get off?" Feeling confident you lent close on the desk leaning your head on your arm and she did the same smirking "isn't it a little too soon to ask when I get off?"

"Is she talking about what I think she's talking about?! I may be an alien but I recognise flirtatious attitude!"

Scratching your head to calm the irritation known as Venom you coughed trying to wet your dry throat, you won't be embarrassed

"Well maybe I'm just trying to time our date, knowing when you get off helps me decide the correct time" that didn't sound as good as you thought it did and both of you knew it but she decided not to hold it against you "I finish at 7, I'll see you at the bar, order me a pornstar martini"

"Pornstar martini? Sounds interesting"

"It's delicious, who doesn't love a pornstar?"

You laughed, god she was funny and hot, what a great combination "you got me there, okay I'll see you at 7" you went to leave but her hand grabbed your arm pulling you close and she gave you a kiss on the cheek "see you then"

Walking to the room with a smile on your face you went to open the door but you were stopped by black tentacles claiming your hand "what are you doing?"

"I feel tension inside and I do not think we should be going inside until Wanda has calmed down"

You huffed "you're being dramatic, we know she hates us what's the point?"

Ignoring very real instinct of Venom you opened the door barley surviving a thrown lamp thanks to Venom catching it in one of their tentacles

"Wanda what the fuck?! This place is expensive you can't be throwing shit around!"

You looked at Wanda seeing red swirls all around her body, okay she was definitely angry "where were you" she said sternly making Venom growl in a defensive state, they didn't like being told off

"I was talking to the front desk woman-

"She asked you out" she interrupted you and you had to hold back from letting Venom out "okay and? She's hot"

Wanda scoffed "oh so you'll just fuck anything that shows you attention huh? You should've been a man because you just think with your dick"

You just stood there dumbfounded, even Venom was speechless "what the hell are you talking about? Why are you acting like a jealous ex girlfriend?"

The witch stood up and stormed into the bathroom slamming the door "we're on a mission! You need to be focused, not staring at a blonde bimbo's chest!"

"I was not staring at her chest! I'm a lady!"

The silence on the other side of the door was deafening and you weren't sure on what to do

"I believe she may still be mad at us, should we do anything?"

You lowered your voice "and risk being murdered in a nice hotel room? No let's just go to the pool" picking out a bikini from your suitcase you headed down to the pool.

When you got there, you realised something "Can you swim?" You whispered to yourself and waited for the alien's response

"Yes I can swim, I was the fastest swimmer on my planet I won plenty of awards!"

You rolled your eyes "you know you don't have to continue talking, you could've just stopped at yes I can swim-

"Who you talking to stranger?" It was the woman from the front desk "oh hi, no one I'm just thinking about how to say sorry to Wanda"

She sat down on a sun lounger bringing you with her and you flopped down with her "honey I don't think you need to apologise to her, she doesn’t like you”

You shrugged "she got stuck with me on this....business trip so I owe it to her to behave"

"She wants us! Quick kiss her!"

Your hand reached to rub at your head calming down the incoming headache “anyway enough about Wanda, I thought you didn’t finish work until later?”

She shrugged “well I saw you coming to the pool and got someone to cover for me, do you want to go swimming?"

You did but you weren't sure, after Wanda's outburst she was definitely watching you, you thought you could even feel her eyes on you "I don't know..."

"Come on, I bet you look so hot in your bikini" she purred at you making you fault a little "oh er yeah, sure okay let me go change" you got up a little to quick nearly stumbling but froze when you felt a pair of hands steady your legs "hold on darling, seems like you need some help"

Her laugh was fun, you even managed to not notice her hands sliding up and down your legs rubbing circles into them

"Ah Y/n I believe we should stop because I feel some eyes on us that are angry"

You ignored the voice and in about 10 seconds you'll really wish you would've listened "so, how about my offer of swimming?"

"Ye-

"Y/n what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Ah fuck me" you whispered pushing yourself away from the woman and turning around to Wanda storming towards you "Wanda I-

"Get back to the room now!" She was angry that much was easy to see but you didn't know why, why was she acting like this?

"Wanda I don't know what the problem is-

"Ahhh! Y/n she's in our mind!"

You felt yourself getting dizzy walking away and falling into the pool spluttering and failing to stay afloat "oh Y/n you're so clumsy now come on you need to stay in the room while we're here"

She pulled you out of the water and pushed past the woman trying to have her way with you dragging you to the room and throwing you inside "we're here for a mission! Not to be a whore!"

"Dude, are you on your period or something?? What have I done? I know we don't like each other but you need to chill out"

Wanda hasn't looked at you yet, all she did was pace around the room "I-i'm sorry I don't know what came over me, it just pissed me off seeing you flirt with that bimbo because she doesn't deserve you"

"She is being quite confusing Y/n I believe it may be a trick"

You couldn't even think of what to say, did she just say someone didn't deserve you? "Wanda" she ignored you "Wanda look at me"

She looked up at you "I'm right, she just wanted to sleep with you"

You shrugged "and? What is this, the 1800s? I'm allowed to sleep with someone"

"Well I don't like it!"

"I'm getting a headache Wanda just say what you truly feel and let me and venom go to sleep"

Wanda scoffed "that's another thing, venom, venom this venom that, it's a parasite! Bruce could've gotten rid of it for you, you'd be normal but no you want to keep it so you can feel special, news flash! You're a mess and when you come in at 4am covered in blood and collapsing on the floor I'm the one picking you up and putting you in bed!"

That's how you get to bed? You don't even remember going out and killing people in the first place, does Venom know?

You lowered your head "do you know about this?"

The symbiote remained quiet so you asked again

"Venom answer me do you go out and then come back covered in blood and making a mess everywhere?"

"Well when you are asleep I can go outside and be my true self"

Your face drained of colour, oh god is that why you couldn't sleep much? "Venom come on dude! Why do you have to keep going out and killing?! I get you live chickens to eat"

Venom remained quiet so you looked back to Wanda "Wanda I-

She held her hand up stopping you "doesn't matter Y/n, go back to your "date""

Before you could respond Wanda was already back into the bathroom, her favourite place to be it seems

"Are you mad at me?" they whispered and you held yourself back from smacking yourself in the head knowing while it would hurt them it would hurt you more

"Yes but it'll pass, I need a lie down"

"What about the attractive blonde woman downstairs?"

You rolled your eyes "I don't want to sleep with anyone right now"

you lay down on the couch closing your eyes just wanting to go back home, but no, Tony wants you both to kill some people and take some important files or something you weren't actually paying attention, he only wanted you to go because of the alien inside of you

"You are thinking very loudly Y/n"

''Well I have a lot on my mind don’t I Venom?”

Before you could finish the bathroom door opened and Wanda came out “do you have anything to say?”

You looked towards her with your eyebrows raised "what do you mean?"

"After all the shit I do for you you owe me a apology" she came towards you and you instantly jumped up backing away from her making her laugh "are you scared of me?"

"When you stalk towards me asking for an apology it's a little scary yeah"

Wanda glanced behind you "and does Venom think I'm scary too?"

You hadn't noticed the black tentacles sprouting from your back in a defensive stance and then you suddenly heard the low growling coming from inside you

"Venom relax, it's okay I promise we're fine" the growling stopped and the tentacles retracted back into your body

"You still owe me an apology" she repeated and you rolled your eyes "can't we just get along for 10 minutes?"

"No, but I'll leave it for now, we should go to sleep we have an early day tomorrow" she turned her back to you starting to remove her top and you gasped "what are you doing??"

She turned her head to you "getting dressed for bed?"

"B-but can't you do that in the bathroom?" You stumbled over your words blushing and Wanda rolled her eyes "we have the same body anatomy Y/n there's nothing wrong with seeing me naked"

"Is this flirting? If she's removing her clothes that means she wants us correct?"

You shook your head "I-okay" you mumbled casting your gaze to the floor where Wanda's shirt then her bra ended up, Wanda smirked knowing exactly how you were feeling and while she hated you she would like to have a little fun

"You know since we’re here can you look at something for me?” You thought nothing of it and looked up immediately regretting it when you were faced with her chest “Wanda!”

“What? You wanted to help me correct?” She smirked and you closed your eyes “Wanda this isn’t appropriate, we don’t like each other and I don’t feel comfortable”

She rolled her eyes lifting your chin up but you still refused to open your eyes “malen'kiy I’ve been inside your head, you may hate me and I hate you but the images you think of when you think you’re alone are just delightful”

“Really?” You replied and Wanda’s smile dropped pushing you to the ground

“You’re a creep Y/n I’ve never been in your head because that stupid parasite stops any interaction from me, but now I know, you keep those disgusting images to yourself” still not opening your eyes you heard her slam the bathroom door again, Jesus that doors seen more action than you in months

“Y/n I believe she has left and we can open our eyes now”

You slowly opened your eyes and were met with Venom’s face too and you flinched “god I’ll never get over actually seeing your face”

“Because it is so beautiful”

You grimaced “hmm sure let’s go with that” you stood up drying yourself down and sitting on the bed “well I’m getting changed before she comes back out and beats me for looking at her wrong”

You quickly changed and got under the covers awaiting the angry witches return

“Oh so the couch isn’t good enough anymore?” Those were her first words exiting the bathroom dressed in a shirt and her underwear getting under the covers and placing a pillow between you both as some kind of wall of protection

“Don’t you dare touch me or I’ll tear your body from the inside out with my magic”

Rolling your eyes “please Wanda stop trying to turn me on I won’t be able to control myself if you keep teasing me”

“Keep your parasite at bay too”

Low growls from said parasite left your body and you shushed them “I promise they won’t do anything, even they have standards” you snapped back, closing your eyes you hoped to fall asleep quickly and you did

Through the night you were in and out of sleep waking up at one point and the pillow was gone removed by Venom

“What are you doing???” You whispered

“She is thinking of us”

You peeked a look at Wanda “she isn’t, she’s not angry”

“She is muttering your name and whimpering”

You scoffed turning over facing away from her “you’re being ridiculous Venom, she wouldn’t be whimpering about us, she’d be laughing and happy because she’s probably stabbing us”

Your whispering woke Wanda up and before she could shout she noticed the pillow gone and you muttering to that alien when you turned around you stopped talking and sat up quickly

“Sorry Wanda I didn’t mean to wake you, I didn’t move the pillow venom did and I’ve shouted at them already-

“Oh shut up” she kissed you to shut you up and you blushed hard pulling away but Wanda’s hand gripped the back of your neck keeping you in place

“I still hate you” she breathed out kissing you again sitting you both up and eventually pulling away leaving you speechless “I’m so confused”

“I’ll keep it simple Y/n, I hate you, you hate me, we’re here in this bed and I’ve not had sex in 7 months, even then Vision wasn’t the best in bed so I need to get it out of my system”

While she was talking she’d taken her shirt off and straddled you and went to kiss your neck but you finally regained some form of control placing your hands on her shoulders stopping her “Wanda wait this isn’t right, can’t we go back to hating each other properly?”

The witch shook her head giggling “oh princess you want me too, I know it now, tell me how does the parasite help you in sex?”

You couldn’t believe what was happening, this feels like something out of bad comedy love movie

“I don’t know, they only come out when scared or excited”

Wanda licked her lips smiling “excited? I can get them really excited”

“Y/n is this a trick? I feel like this is a trick”

You shrugged “I think she’s serious, just stay there until I figure it out”

Wanda watched the interaction rolling her eyes “I’m very serious Y/n” she pulled you back into another kiss starting to move her hips on your thigh but you put a stop to that grabbing her hips pausing her and pulling away “no, no Wanda I don’t feel right about it”

“Tell her you’ve never been intimate with another person”

Venom said and you shook your head refusing to tell Wanda about you never sleeping with anyone, unbeknownst to you Wanda knew, Venom couldn’t keep her out when you were sleeping

“It’s okay Y/n I know you’ve never had sex, and I can’t wait to ruin you for anyone else”

You gulped unable to say anything instead letting Wanda kiss down your neck and removing your shirt pulling away and admiring your chest noticing the metal bars “nipple piercings? What a naughty girl, do you have any other piercings?”

You shook your head not wanting to say something to ruin this beautiful yet really strange encounter

She didn’t say a word just leaning down kissing each nipple making you shudder “Wanda I-I don’t think-

She huffed pulling away and rubbing her face “Y/n I just want to fuck the anger out of my body, you’re being really selfish”

“Wanda I’m sorry, it’s just I’m scared that Venom might take over and hurt you”

“I’ll do more than that if she keeps calling me a parasite!” They growled taking over your body a little clawing at Wanda’s hips cutting into her

“Shit, they’ve got some sharp claws there” she laughed a little and you gasped “oh god Wanda I’m sorry!”

“Shush, listen Venom you horrible little clump of mold I need this, now either you let me fuck Y/n or you come out and give me a hand” roughly kissing you she was suddenly flipped onto her back and pushed down into the bed “woah, where did that strength come from?”

“Well Y/n is weak and if you want rough sex then I’m the only one here to give it to you”

Wanda’s eyes glowed red bringing you back to the front “I want to sleep with you, Venom can help but you’re the one who I want to look at.

You nodded “okay”

“You need all the help you can get, I will give you something that will drive Wanda wild”

You opened your mouth revealing Venom’s long tongue poking out licking up the side of the redhead’s face “oh god I didn’t know they had a tongue like that”

Not wasting anymore time you kissed your way down her body leaving marks and saliva in your wake until Wanda grabbed a handful of your hair pulling you to in between her legs

“Get on with it Y/n”

“But I’ve never done it” you said and you felt her pull your hair tighter “doesn’t matter, just fuck me with your tongue”

Venom growled from inside of you gripping her thighs spreading them apart and licking up the arousal that had dripped down and licking over her panties making her groan “fuck Y/n”

Moaning at her taste you ripped her underwear from her body circling her clit with the long tongue enjoying the moans coming from Wanda, god why have you never eaten anyone out before? This is fucking godly.

"So much better than Vision!" She shouted out and you (Venom) growled against her core sending vibrations throughout her whole body making her groan "how about you stop talking and let me do my job"

Thrusting your tongue into Wanda’s tight pussy had her crying out not caring about the other guests in the hotel instead feeling very full and unable to move, your tongue felt like heaven reaching places Wanda couldn't have imagined possible, what else could Venom give you? God Wanda couldn't even think, maybe another day.

Your hands gripped her thighs tighter cutting into the skin again but neither of you cared. You felt Wanda clench around the tongue and you groaned wanting to stay in between her thighs for the rest of your life

"F-fuck I'm gonna cum!" She screamed refusing to let you come for air trying to thrust her hips in time with your tongue but her sloppy movements couldn't keep up with you

"Grab her hips to keep her still! She isn't helping my rhythm!"

Your hands pushed Wanda's hips to the bed doubling down on your efforts with your tongue refusing to let her go, bringing orgasm after orgasm from her juices leaking down her thighs covering your face and the bed

You were so occupied that you didn't hear or feel Wanda try to weakly push you away until a small amount a power sparked your chest pushing you away, you were breathing heavy with Wanda's juices and saliva coating your face

"Wanda?" You climbed back up the bed trailing your fingers up her body liking the way her body twitched with every touch until you reached her face "Wanda are you okay?"

The witch shook her head "are-are you sure y-youre a virgin?"

You laughed "yeah, yeah it was Venom's tongue I was a puppet" Wanda didn't have the energy to respond instead working on her breathing, you turned to the nightstand picking up a small towel wiping your face clean and turning back to the woman surprisingly kissing her, Wanda groaned at the taste of herself enjoying the taste and the way your long tongue wrapped around her own claiming her.

Pulling away the tongue disappeared and you left you with your own small tongue again

"She does taste very good, a little sour but that might be her attitude"

"So what now?" You asked, choosing to laugh at VEnom’s joke later, watching the way Wanda's chest rose and fell in quick succession "seriously? You as a virgin fucking wrecks me with that parasite's long tongue and you have the audacity to ask me 'what now?' Fucking ridiculous Y/n"

She flopped back down onto the bed and you held in a laugh "sorry Wanda, are you okay?"

"Sure, I don't think I'll be walking for a while anyway"

"We treat Wanda like a lady but she will not admit that she loves us? And she still calls me a parasite!"

Wanda sat up in the bed looking towards you "what else can Venom give you?"

That surprised you but you also sat up "er I don't know, the long tongue not enough for you?"

Wanda let out a breathy laugh "it'd be much better than a plastic strap on"

You raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant until Venom spoke up "I cannot give Wanda what she wants, because I don't have any genitalia, I apologise"

You giggled "sorry Wanda Venom doesn't have that or any genitalia"

She sighed "I guess it's for the best, I don't want little alien babies"

You both burst out laughing forgetting how you both feel about each other for the time being "we should probably talk about the mission"

Oh yeah the mission, that was the last thing on your mind right now "I guess so"

Suddenly the door opened and you both nearly jumped until you recognised one of them.

"Well well well, guess I was right telling Tony it's better if we came with you, clearly you two have other things on your mind more important than the mission" she laughed and the other woman came into the room instantly laughing and falling to her knees dramatically

"Holy shit! I knew it! Clint owes $40"

"Natasha this isn't funny” Maria slapped her on the shoulder pushing her to the ground ignoring her giggles and looking back to you both "okay okay we've all had a good laugh now you two get dressed, we've got some intel on the target and need to get there quick"

When Wanda didn't move you held in a giggle and Nat pulled herself off of the floor eyeing Wanda up "don't tell me you can't move...that good?"

Wanda rolled her eyes "jealous Nat?"

The other redhead snorted "please, Maria does things you've never even heard of, I'm a trained assassin and talented ballerina and yet this woman takes me down every time"

She looked very proud of herself while Maria blushed hard "babe please calm down, Wanda why can't you move?"

"It is because of my long tongue isn't it Y/n?"

You gave a small nod in response to Venom and got out of bed to get dressed leaving the poor naked redhead on her own "go on Wanda tell us while she's in the bathroom getting changed"

"You know the parasite she has?" Wanda started

"Sure..." Nat said

"Well it has a long tongue and so Y/n has never had sex so I think they had a talk in her head and then this long tongue appeared from her mouth, way too much saliva though, I thought I was going to drown when she kissed me"

"That's the best of both worlds! A tongue and basically a strap on in 1, Shit Wanda I'm jealous"

Maria rolled her eyes "I thought I did things you've never imagined before?"

Nat kissed her pouting girlfriend "you do baby but that alien has like a 13 inch tongue that's thick too, I'd fucking die"

"I'm still alive over here guys"

"Yeah okay sure, why haven't you moved from the bed?" Nat walked over to the bed holding her hand out for Wanda to take which she didn’t

“Oh come on Wanda it’s not like I’ve never seen you naked, you get crazy at the Christmas party”

Wanda huffed taking Nat’s hand and hosting herself up from the bed leaning into Nat who casually looked over your body “you’ve got so many hickeys and scratches on your thighs and stomach, you look like you’ve been attacked”

“Yeah by an alien” Nat laughed

“Do you remember that you two hate each other?” Maria interjected and Wanda shrugged “I needed to fuck someone who didn’t have a robotic dick or a vanilla attitude”

You came out of the bathroom dressed and looking awkward “there she is, the virgin who managed to paralyse a witch from the waist down” Nat congratulated you while Wanda tried pulling away from her

“Nat please come on, let’s just go and sort this mission stuff out” you moved through the room towards the door but were stopped by Maria “hold on princess, we don’t really have to go that quickly, you two hate each other right? So what happened?"

You thought about it "maybe she was jealous about the woman who was flirting with me?"

"You mean the easy slut basically spreading her legs for you by the pool?"

The three of them stared at Wanda who doubled down on what she said "I'm right, if she didn't work here I bet she would've just stripped naked in front of you"

Nat picked up some sweatpants and a shirt from the floor giving them to Wanda "Wands I don't think you can talk about someone being easy when you're stood here naked"

The witch grumbled taking the clothes from Nat limping into the bathroom to get changed

"You two are a riot" Nat told you and you shook your head "Nat please don't make it worse, I'm really fucking confused" you flopped down onto the bed covering your face with your hands, when you felt a hand on your arm you looked up to see Maria

"Why label it? So you gave head to your enemy so what? I'm pretty sure you can still be enemies but still sleep with each other if you wanted"

You sat up sighing and giving Maria a hug "thanks Mia, I don't want to be sappy about the whole thing, you're right and its over now"

Nat clapped her hands "Alright! Now let's go and get dinner before we starve, I bet your little Venom is hungry too"

Did she mention food? I would very much like food! But my food!"

"Venom wants to eat what they normally eat" you said looking at Nat knowing full well what they want

"Well, can they wait until we get to the mission? They'll be loads of tasty horrible humans for them to devour"

Venom's head appeared from your back eyeing up Nat and spoke in a gravely voice "Natalia, do you promise me I can eat the humans? Last time I was refused that luxury"

"God you're really ugly aren't you?" Nat laughed and you shook your head "Nat! They get sensitive about how they look"

The alien retreated back into your body without another word cursing Nat in your head

Wanda came out of the bathroom fresh faced and dressed "shall we go?" She walked towards the door opening it and letting the two women out "meet you guys in the lobby okay?" Maria patted you on the shoulder giving you a kiss on the cheek

When they both left Wanda closed the door and sat down next to you "say what you want to say Y/n"

"I want to know what's going on Wanda, do we still hate each other? Because the way you were screaming my name and clenching your thighs around my head it sure doesn't seem like it"

Wanda rolled her eyes pulling you suddenly into her lap and kissing you hard, pulling away you were obviously even more confused that when you first started

"I still hate you and that stupid parasite but I don't want you sleeping with anyone else, you can't flirt with anyone else either" her hands wondered your body landing on your ass giving it a squeeze making you jump slightly

"Wanda just admit you don't hate me, what's the problem?"

"Because we can't have hate sex if we like each other can we?" sucking a mark into your neck she smirked when you groaned

"Y/n you need to focus!"

Venom dragged you off of the woman surprising both of you "the hell was that??"

"Venom doesn't want me near you" you said being dragged to the door but it was slammed shut by Wanda's powers "oh baby, your alien will learn to love me, now come on we need to finish that mission so I can take my post mission adrenaline out on you later"

She gave you a cheek kiss on the way out of the room leaving you dumbfounded "great, my first time was with a witch who is possessive over people she hates"

"On my planet she would be treated like a queen because of how mean she is"

You laughed "thanks Venom, that made me feel better"

"I aim to please Y/n"

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 16 days

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Ok ok, but the prompt “if you die, I die! Don’t you get that?!” with Peter yelling it at Tony 😂😂

Fine. Fine. Yes. Let's reverse it. Another mini!

874 words, a little more angsty with a hurt Tony Stark and a very passionate Peter Parker. Enjoy!! :D [Click here for a reversed use of this prompt]

If You Die... Part. 2.

As Tony came back to awareness the first thing he noticed was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. It was one tone after another, in two second intervals. Beep… Beep… Beep... He tried to turn away from it, but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. He was exhausted in a way he’d never felt before. His limbs felt like lead and his eyes refused to open.

For a few minutes, he simply laid there mildly aware of his surroundings but lacking the energy to interact with them. Beep… Beep… Beep… The sound was starting to get on his nerves. He wished it would stop. He tried to clench his fist but managed nothing more than a small twitch of his finger. His forehead creased slightly in concentration. Another two fingers moved, flexing upward and dropping back down to the sheets. That seemed to get the attention of whomever was in the room. His hand was suddenly engulfed by a firm warm grasp.

“-ister Stark?” Tony used all his strength to turn towards the voice. His head moved marginally but he managed to crack an eye open. “Mr. Stark?” As his vision focused he was able to see Peter hovering above him.

He parted his dry lips and pressed his sandpaper tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Kid?” he rasped. It came out in barely a whisper. But he was certain Peter heard it. His kid’s hand tightened around his own and tears started to break free from his eyes.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter leaned forward until his head was resting heavily on his chest. Hot tears were soaking into his shirt and wanted nothing more than to comfort his kid. He felt more alert with his eyes open and his strength was slowly returning. He pulled his heavy hand out of Peter’s grasp and repositioned it so he could wrap his fingers around his kid’s wrists.

“I’m right here, Buddy,” he murmured, while fighting his other arm off of the mattress. Eventually, he managed and was able to get his hand to the back of his kid’s head. “I’m right here.”

“You almost weren’t!” Peter stood up, sniffed and ran his free hand over his cheeks. “You almost- You almost died, Mr. Stark!”

A painful lump formed in his throat. He looked at the bleached-white sheets and tried to swallow past it. “But I didn’t.”

“But you could have!” Peter shouted. Fresh tears started to flow. That time, he didn’t try to stop them. “The doctors said- they said you might not- We almost lost you!”

Tony licked his dry lips and coughed. Seconds later, a nurse walked into the room, raised his bed and offered him some water. Once he’d had a few sips, she started tugging at the various tubes and wires. She shined a light in his eyes and started asking questions. He answered them with an absentminded nod or shake of his head. His gaze had yet to leave Peter. Even from across the room he could see his kid’s puffy eyes and tear streaks cheeks,

The nurse finished with him and started talking to Peter. He couldn’t hear what she was saying but he could see his kid nod his head. Then, the nurse was gone and Peter returned to his bedside still sniffling.

“You can’t do this again,” Peter said, his voice eerily calm. He gathered a shuddering breath and pressed his lips into a tight thin line. “I can’t- you were in a coma for six days. You can’t-”

All of a sudden Peter’s anger and upset finally made sense. Tony’s eyes momentarily winded in response. Six days was a long time to wait for someone to wake up. “I’m sorry, Bud. I never-”

“You can’t die!” Peter shouted loudly enough to make Tony flinch. “If you die, I die! Don’t you get that?” His fists balled up by his sides as his face crumpled in anguish. “You- you’re the only one I have left!”

Not quite understanding, Tony pulled his brows together. “You have May, your friends and-”

“They aren’t you! I need you, Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice cracked on the last syllable. He ran his hands down his face and crossed arms defensively over his chest. “I’ve already lost my mom and dad! Then I lost Uncle Ben too! I need you!”

tony felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Pete. Honey-”

“Stop it! Stop- Don’t patronize me!” The anger didn’t last long. Within seconds Peter was back to leaning over the bed, one arm wrapped around Tony's stomach. “Just- next time let someone else make the sacrifice play! Because, selfish or not- I need you here!”

His kid was crying again and Tony could feel his own eyes starting to water. “Oh, kid. That’s not- that’s not selfish, Buddy. That’s-”

Peter squeezed him tightly enough that it was starting to hurt. He didn’t complain. He simply held on with equal ferocity,

When Peter let go, it was so he could look Tony in the eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.

Tony smiled and placed his hands on either side of his kid’s damp cheeks. “I- I love you too, Pete. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

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southernbluebellereader · 1 year

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Hello there gorgeous 😂

May I request Bad boy!Ghost in leather jacket on motorbike? Bonus : they’re going on a midnight date 🤗

Midnight Dining

A/N: Omg hey Bestie! I got you girl, don’t you worry about a thing! ;) We love us a leather clad Ghosty <3 Thank you so much for this! Also this was a lot longer than I expected lol sorry

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Civilian Reader

Warnings: Hints of religion. Bad Boy/Good Girl. Cursing. Innuendos A little touching here and there in suggestive spots. A little Good-Girl-Next-Door Moment

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Oh God, how hard it was to resist a man such as Simon. He was such - you almost hated to say it - bad boy. But only God knew how irresistible a bad boy was when he was also a good man.

You were blessed to have him as your neighbor. Maybe not so much when your father's eyes never left his him every time he stared from the window or from the garage or from the mailbox.

You hadn't talked to him much, but you figured he was nice, right? He always let the neighborhood kids watch him work on his bike. It made your throat dry every time you watched him from your bedroom window. And let's just say he may have caught you a few times. The way you'd know if when he'd look towards your bedroom window, not quite looking at you, but he'd shoot you with a half smirk and wave a towel in your direction, pretending to swat an imaginary fly away.

"What's got you all flustered?" Your mother chuckled as she came in your room and stood beside you, smiling as she realized what - or who - you were looking at. "What's his name?"

"His name is Simon."

"He's cute. Have you talked to him?"

"A few times."

"A few times too many." You and your mother turn and see your father in the doorway, looking at the both you sternly with a folded newspaper.

Pouting slightly, your mother puts her hands over your shoulders as she talks back to her husband, "Oh hush, a harmless crush doesn't hurt." Your mother winked at you

"Yeah yeah you say that and our little girl is getting her heart broken by some thug." Your father pointed the newspaper at you and your mother.

"Daddy! Stop it! He's in the military!"

"Even worse!"

---

"Daddy, please let me get Simon, he can help you!"

Your father grumbled and mumbled and cursed under his breath as he stood up from the hood of the old car in the garage. He wiped his forehead and sighed deeply as he looked at you.

"Forget about me liking him, at least let him take a look at the car."

"Fine."

Squealing, you quickly walked over to Simon's house. You become more nervous with each step that you took as you approached his front door. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door firmly three times. Waiting made you anxious.

Then you heard noises from his garage and looked over, slowly walking over. Your eyes widened at the sight. You knew he had a motorcycle - you'd seen him ride it almost every day when he was back from the military.

You didn't know what he did in the military, but you didn't want to pry. You watched as he worked on the side of his bike, his back was towards you. His white tank top was nearly soaked in sweat, his shoulders glistened from his sweat. You looked down at your feet when he turns his head and sees you

He stands up and wipes his hands on a towel, "Y/N."

"H-Hey! Daddy needs some help with the car, if you're not busy, do you mind taking a look at it?" You blushed, fiddling with your fingers as you struggled to keep eye contact with him.

He shot you with a small smile and nodded, "Lead the way, missy."

He walked beside you back to your garage, speaking softly to you until you approached your father. It wasn't often you heard him speak. Most of the time when you heard him speak in public, his voice was dark and deep. When he spoke to you, it was soft and round around the edges - for your ears only. You looked at your father with almost pleading eyes, begging him to be nice.

"Y/N said you had car troubles, Sir."

"Yeah, mind taking a look at the engine?" Your father stepped to the side and allowed Simon to take a look at the engine. Both men were tense when interacting with each other, thus making you a little nervous. You let them work and went back inside.

After a while you come back out with a pitcher of lemonade and a few glasses. To your pleasant surprise, your father and Simon are not having a heated discussion.

"Either of you want some lemonade?"

Both men looked at you as you placed two glasses on a stool and poured them each a glass, handing each of them a glass. Your father thanked you, and your name rolled off of Simon's tongue after he thanked you.

"Oh, Simon, let me pay you for helping me today- Y/N, would you be a darling and get me my wallet."

Simon raised his hand in protest and shook his head, "No, it's alright. The lemonade will suffice."

"Are you crazy? Let me pay you."

After a few minutes of light arguing, Simon was amused and finally suggested, "How about this: You let me take Y/N out on a date. A dinner"

Your father cocked his head, a vein beginning to bulge on his forehead. He looked over at you, you were in the front yard, helping your mother with something, pretending not to listen, then back at Simon.

"I know what you think of me, Sir, but you can't always protect your daughter - let me protect her also."

With all honesty, your father was surprised to hear Simon say that. Simon was a little rough around the edges. He'd come home late at night, music blaring during the wee hours of the night. The stories echoing throughout town of Simon beating a man half to death for looking at him funny.

He didn't have to help your father with the car. He didn't have to fix the mailbox the other day when the neighbor's kid drove into it. He didn't have to bring flowers to his daughter on her birthday.

Reluctantly nodding, your father agreed, then looked at him sternly, "I want her back in one piece, Simon. Don't let your eyes ever leave her, so help me God. And I want her back by one."

Simon held out his hand, waiting for it to be shaken by your father. He shook it, then said, "Now go ask her."

Smiling, Simon walked over to you, nervousness hovering over him - which was unusual. He didn't actually think he'd actually get to ask you out. "Y/N?"

You looked up from the rose bushes and stood up, smiling gently up at him, "Hi, Simon. You and Daddy fix the car?"

"Yeah, she's all good now," He swallowed hard, looked away for a moment, then back down at you, then blurting out, "I'm going to pick you up at eight tonight."

Giggling, you held your hand over your mouth. Simon's cheeks blushing slightly.

"Oh? What for?"

"Dinner. We're taking the bike. Think you'll be ready by then?"

"I'll be ready by then."

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Eight o'clock in the evening came just too quickly. Simon had showered and probably put too much cologne on. He checked his watch and quickly put his leather jacket on. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the bouquet of flowers from his kitchen counter on his way out and walked over to your house. After ringing your door bell, he turned around, almost afraid to continue. He felt like a school boy. but you were so pretty - so kind, and soft, and caring.

He told you almost nothing of his military life, but he'll never forget the one time you told him, You have a good heart, Simon. A good and kind heart.

God, were you too good for him. He wished he'd never met you. He'd never think he could ever be in your presence, but here he was, about to take you on a date.

"Simon?"

He didn't hear the door open. The thoughts of you distracted him. He turned around to see you, dressed in a long red dress. His chest tightened at the sight of you.

"C'mon in, I just need to get my shoes."

He stepped inside your home, then handed you the flowers he'd gotten. You closed the door behind him and gladly took them, "Oh, Simon, these are so pretty! Thank you!"

"Here, let me take them. I'll put them in a vase, you get your shoes." Your mother took the flowers from you, leaving you, Simon, and your father. You took a moment to take in his appearance. It wasn't often that he wore his leather jacket - usually when he rode his bike. And he fixed his hair - or at least it looked a little neater.

"You look really nice, Simon."

Blushing slightly, he smiled gently at you, taking in your appearance. He always thought you were beautiful. Always dolled up - even to the grocery store - even when you didn't need to. He'd sometimes see you in your window as you got ready.

"You look beautiful, Y/N."

Your father cleared his throat, breaking your attention from Simon. You looked back up at Simon, "Let me get my shoes - be right back." You quickly left and smiled at your father.

Your gather looked at Simon, his cheeks and smile disappearing. Your father looked at Simon for a moment before speaking. Simon felt silly for doing this. But he wanted this to be nice. He wanted this to be special. He wanted tho make you happy.

"You see the world differently, Simon. We see the world differently."

Slightly confused at his remarks, he watched as your father rolled up one of his sleeves, revealing several military tattoos. Simon looked at your father with a new found respect.

"Won't let her out of my sight, Sir."

You came back with your mother following closely behind her, both of you giggling. Simon and your father looked at you. You stood beside him and looked up at him with a bright smile, "Ready?"

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A smile was plastered on your face the whole motorcycle ride - there was so much adrenaline and excitement. Your favorite part was when right before you left, he gave you his leather jacket to wear while he drove to the diner. You can't remember ever going this fast. Once you'd arrived to the diner, Simon helped you off the bike.

About to take the jacket off, Simon stopped you, "Leave it on."

Blushing slightly, you smiled softly. Before going into the diner, you took a hold of his hand. He looked down at your hand holding his, bewildered at the action, but more so as to how your hands were so soft and small compared to his rough and large ones. He didn't want you to let go.

He opened up the door of the diner and let you walk inside first. Throughout the night, Simon couldn't take his eyes off of you. The two off you sat in a booth at the back of the diner. You sat on the inside and he sat beside you, his body turned so that if covered you - shielding you - from the outside world. You kept his jacket on you. It kept you warm. It kept you shielding. It smelled like him. You wished you could stay like this forever.

By the time you'd left the restaurant, it was nearly midnight, Simon's arm wrapped around your shoulders as you walked out. About halfway back to his motorcycle, you heard whistles and cat calling.

"Ooooh what's a pretty lady like you doing out here." How the group of three men ignored Simon, you not him knew. They flocked towards you, making Simon hold you close to his body. You felt scared and felt his chest tighten. You briefly looked up at him, seeing his jaw tense up. But before any of the men could reach you, he quickly moved you behind his body, "Y/N, go back inside."

"But Simon-"

"Y/N- Go back inside."

Swallowing hard, you somewhat did as you were told. You did walk back to the diner, but stayed outside, watching as Simon attempted to de-escalate the situation. You noticed a considerable change in Simon when one of the men attempted to punch him.

Avoiding the punch, a switch flipped in Simon's mind, enraging him. Simon punched the first man back down to the ground. Barely being able to fight against the other two men. You yelled for him to stop, but too afraid to step in.

Seeing red, Simon finally was able to knock all three men down, wiping his bleeding nose and mouth, watching them as they groaned on the ground. He spit out blood filled drool and looked over at the diner.

He felt proud that he protected you, but he also felt ashamed. He didn't want you to see him like this. He wanted to keep his work away from you - and this was a glimpse of the world that he didn't want you to see.

But the way that he saw you running up to him, tears in your eyes, pleading at him to come inside to be cleaned up? Oh God Almighty did he want to leave everything to make sure you'd never shed a tear ever again.

"Simon." Your voice was trembling. You tried so hard to keep yourself from crying. You'd taken him into one of the bathrooms and one of the waitresses gave you a first-aid kit to clean him up.

Simon watched as you struggled to clean his face from blood, feeling ashamed, feeling dirty.

"Y/N, please look at me."

"Why?"

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't want you to get hurt..." It was almost a whisper. He almost didn't hear it.

Simon took a hold of your hands and held them against his face, "No one can ever hurt me, Y/N. Not when you're with me."

Before you could react, he let go one of your hands and placed it behind your head, gently pushing you towards his face. He gently kissed your lips. For a soldier, his lips were surprisingly soft - and you'd never imagined that your first kiss with Simon would be in a diner bathroom after a fight with three men.

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mister-eames · 9 months

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1/2 I just want to point out that we have LITERAL VISUAL evidence of JGL having a Magic Mike moment & YET there is DEARTH of fics where Arthur goes undercover as a stripper (Why does he have to do this you ask? To gather info on a mark?? Idk! That's not important!!) But I think my favourite take on this non-existent fic would be everyone else underestimating Arthur & thinking he's not gonna be able to pull it off (😏 pun intended). I think people would tend to think of him as uptight & prim

2/2 But for Arthur it's just the job & he's committed & as a result he's 100% going to put his whole arussy into it & outstrip the strippers. Plus, he's not at all the strait-laced (as much as a criminal can be strait-laced...) person that his very slicked down & suited look would suggest. I guess i just need a moment where people are gobsmacked that stripping is one of arthur's rather extensive skill set & arthur meeting their incredulity with his own 🤨 elle woods, "what, like it's hard??"

Nonnie, I read this at 6am when I woke up and let me tell you how I CHOKED when I read arussy I am crying 😂.

I'm sorry it's taken me a few days to reply to this - as a thank you (and apology), I wrote you a thing:

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Eames doesn't even register when the jacket smacks him in the face. In a cascade of cotton and silk, Armani falls into a heap straight into his lap and Eames doesn't even care because that is Arthur up there on the podium and he is gyrating against a stripper pole.

"Oh my god," says Ariadne somewhere besides Eames. "He's actually doing it."

This gentlemans club (of the strip variety) was particularly renowned for being a sanctuary for twinks and twink-lovers alike, a veritable haven for men seeking men of the slender and the slight, sexy and sassy kind. Eames could barely fault them for their taste, the establishment was called Bottoms Up after all ---

-- the crowd cheers raucously over the music as Arthur starts to unbutton his waistcoat, hips swaying with the beat.

And just like that, amongst the strobe lights, Eames is having a moment. A crisis of faith, if you will.

He honestly had thought it would be a laugh. The intel said that the mark frequented this club. The intel said the mark had a thing for svelte brunette twinks with an ass that wouldn't quit. The most svelte-est, brunette-est twinkiest twink on the official roster at the club said I'll dance and drug your guy for fifty-grand and Arthur had snorted in his face and said it's not in the budget, I'll do it myself.

Eames bet his entire earnings for this job on this.

On Arthur. The kind of gay man who Eames envisions listens to show tunes and Striesand and enjoys a sensible chardonnay on a Sunday afternoon between ironing his ties or his handkerchiefs, or whatever, before watching a football match with another glass of chardonnay and nodding sensibly at whichever strapping young team come out of top, figuratively and literally, before settling into bed.

On... Arthur. The kind of man who never let his personality get in the way of a job. Who was a team player. Who was one the last few criminals and men who cared about integrity. Who was full of hundreds of unsuspecting surprises that Eames had unearthed one-by-one over the years, fucking of course he would pull through ---

-- Arthur's actual tie, a deep crimson, goes flying into the crowd, a round of whistles escalating as a lucky bloke catches it, waving it in the air like a lasso. On the stage Arthur drags a hand down his chest, makes direct eye contact with the man and winks at him.

Eames clutches the jacket, throat dry.

He got this one very, very wrong.

Eames had put his money on Arthur being laughed off stage (and into his arms), on being too stiff and sullen to be purposefully sexy.

Because Arthur was sexy, but in a non-purposeful way. Eames has never been a man titillated by what he could get for free and that others had proudly paid for, and beat off to those daydreams of Arthur ironing his ties, and his hankies.

But there Arthur is now, legs spread, back flushed against that pole as he dips inches from the floor as dollar bills flutter around him from eager patrons like paper snowflakes, body somehow swaying fluidly to the beat - a top forty remix that Eames doesn't recognise but feels his own feet tapping in tandem, heat zipping to his groin.

Arthurs chest, now bared for everyone in the club to see, is glistening with what looks like oil, the pale, roaming spotlights of the club gives Arthurs skin the effect of being bathed in moonlight.

Their mark, a balding fifty-something, grins lecherously, thin lips spreading over cheap veneers as Arthur makes eye contact with him as he unbuckles his belt, slipping the leather through the belt hooks like a snake through grass.

Eames very suddenly hates their mark.

The feeling intensifies when Arthur deftly hops off stage, pants slug loose around his hips, body still one with the beat as he approaches the mark, coyly draping the belt around the mans neck with one hand. The man shivers with delight as Arthur slips the sedative into his drink with the other while he is distracted.

The man places his grubby hands on Arthur's hips, completely fooled, and something burns hot and cold at the same time in Eames chest.

He's about to storm over and smack the mans hands away when Arthur slips out of his grip.

Arthur turns about then leaving the mark bug-eyed and breathing heavily as he gets back on stage.

Eames can't hear his pounding heart over the cheers of the crowd as Arthur--who Eames called a stiff pointdexter two days ago--slides his back down the stripper pole and back up again, executing some kind of manoeuvre that makes his bones look like liquid--and drops his pants, leaving himself only in his briefs.

The song ends. Blowing a kiss to the deafening crowd, Arthur gathers up his clothes and heads backstage, set finally over.

There's a flurry of activity to Eames' right where Yusuf, playing security guard, is hefting up their mark who is increasingly sleepy and incoherent.

Eames was supposed to help him take him out back but his feet are already in motion, following Arthur into the backroom. He flashes his security badge at the sensor and enters.

Wiping off the oil with a wet wipe, Arthur is waiting for him it would seem, pants slung loosely around his hips, shirt unbuttoned. Through the vanity mirror Arthur makes eye contact.

He nods in acknowledgement "Eames."

"That was quite a routine out there," he says, shutting the door behind them.

In the reflection, Arthur maintains their eye contact and chin lifts a fraction in defiance as Eames slowly approaches. "Told you I could do it."

"You did."

"How much did you bet on me failing?"

"My entire commission for the job."

Arthur snorts.

"Stupid. You deserve that."

"Very stupid," Eames agrees, nodding. "I have been very, very stupid, Arthur."

His feet are still moving and suddenly he is before Arthur. His hands are moving too, out to grip Arthur's hips before Eames realizes what he's doing. He balls them into fists and drops them to his side.

Arthur's eyes follow the movement in the mirror, turning to face Eames anyway. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Yusuf?"

Eames blurts out, "I didn't know you could move like that."

Raising an eyebrow Arthur says, completely deadpan, "What, like it's hard?"

He stalks forward then, gripping Eames' hands and placing them on his hips. "Go help Yusuf," he leans in close to whisper, eyes dark, "finish the job. Impress me now. And then I can show you how else I can move."

Eames is out of there before he needs to be asked twice. He's going to impress the hell out of Arthur.

#inception #arthur x eames #dreamhusbands #just a little thing

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eddies-puppet · 2 years

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My Girl

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Summary: After a particularly bad fight with your dad, you run to your best friend for help and a place to stay.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of violence, hints at abuse.

Notes: This is the angsty and fluffy bit, but I got carried away, so you can find the smutty part two here 😂🔥

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Your feet sank in the sopping wet grass, the heavy rain pounding loudly against the trailer. There were no lights on inside, no signs of life as you climbed the steps to the porch, knocking hard on the door. A dog barked loudly across the trailer park, but still there was no movement inside, so you knocked again.

“Alright! Jesus, I’m coming,” came a shout from inside as the light flicked on. “This better be good,” Eddie snapped as he pulled the door open, his face dropping as he saw you, clothes drenched, water droplets dripping from the ends of your hair. “Christ, Y/N, what the hell happened to your face?” You’d hoped that the throbbing in your head and the pain across your cheekbone would be the worst you’d need to deal with now you were away from the house, but your best friend’s reaction told you that this whole night was not going to be so easy to ignore, and that the bruises to your ego weren’t the only new ones that night.

“Can I come in?” You sniffled. He nodded, pushing the door further open so you could pass. Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to you. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know where else to go,” you said meekly, your voice breaking as a sob caught in your throat. Eddie reached out, pulling you into his arms and holding you tight against his bare chest, the soft scent of his apple shampoo invading your senses and calming you almost instantly. Eddie had been your best friend since middle school, and had always been your go-to when things got rough, waiting with open arms, a warm hug and a smile. You’d had a crush on him for as long as you could remember but you were under no illusions that you were NOT his type, having spent every lunch break recently watching him fawn over Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” Eddie reassured you, his large hands running soothingly down your back. “Shit, you’re soaked, let me get you some dry clothes,” he muttered, pulling out of your arms and disappearing to his bedroom, leaving you alone. You perched on the stool that sat next to the kitchen counter, wiping crumbs from the surface with your sleeve before shrugging your jacket off and laying it out across the counter. You looked around the room. Every time you came here, you seemed to notice something that you’d never noticed before, be it a new drivers cap hanging from the wall or a new stain on the couch. Neither Eddie or Wayne were exactly clean or house-proud, but they both had hearts of gold, which made up for the filth they often seemed to live in. “I’ve left some clothes on my bed for you” he told you softly as he reappeared behind you “Go change, I’ll get us a drink”. You nodded silently and made your way to his room, your wet shoes squelching with each step. Closing the door behind you, you kicked your shoes off and changed into the Metallica shirt and grey sweatpants that Eddie had left for you. Your legs were shaking, the adrenaline from the long run to the trailer park having worn off, and as you sat down on the edge of Eddie’s bed, your teeth had started chattering, the cold outside seeming to have worked deep into your bones. There was a soft knock on the door. “Are you decent?” Eddie called.

“Yeah, you’re safe Eds,” you assured him and the door slowly opened. “I made cocoa,” he smiled as he made his way towards you, handing you one cup before settling himself next to you on the bed, pulling his long legs up beneath him. “You wanna tell me what happened? Why you look like you picked a fight with the whole wrestling team?” You sighed, turning to look at him.

“Someone saw me skipping school yesterday and told my dad,” you muttered, tears springing to your eyes once again as Eddie sighed.

“Shit sweetheart, I’m sorry. I should never have convinced you to ditch with me,” he mumbled sadly.?

“Hey, this isn’t your fault,” you reassured him, laying your hand gently on his knee, his skin warm beneath your touch. “It was my choice.” He sighed again, reaching out and wiping a tear from your cheek.

“You wanna stay here tonight?” He asked kindly.

“Would you mind?”

“Would I mind sleeping next to a beautiful woman?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah, actually that sounds like it would suck. No, of course I don’t mind dumbass, or I wouldn’t have offered,” he laughed. “So, something totally more important than all of your woes. Did you see Carver stack it in the middle of the cafeteria at lunch? Juice literally came out of my nose,” he said dramatically. “Turns out being part of the ‘cool crew’ doesn’t stop you being a clumsy asshole,” he added, laughing as he raised his cocoa to his lips, taking a large mouthful. You smiled, shaking your head at him.

How did he manage to cheer you up so quickly, almost instantly making you forget your problems? His exuberance, his beaming smile, felt like a rush of fresh air to your lungs after being so close to drowning in the sea of anxiety that seemed constantly ready to overwhelm you. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence (a rarity when Eddie is around) as you both drank your cocoa, the coldness you’d felt finally dissipating. “You finished with that love?” Eddie asked softly, his voice snapping you from your thoughts as he gestured to the mug in your hands. You nodded, handing it to him and he placed it beside his own on his bedside cabinet before he jumped up, flinging back the bed covers. “Come on, it’s way past my bedtime,” he chuckled as you shuffled up the bed, climbing beneath the covers. Eddie flicked the light switch and jumped quickly in to bed beside you. “You take the pillow, I’ll be ok. I’d use Wayne’s but I know for a FACT that he dribbles in his sleep,” he muttered, making you giggle quietly.

“Eds, it’s fine, we can share the pillow,” you smiled, rolling on to your side and moving your head backwards to make room for Eddie to lay beside you. He shuffled into the centre of the bed, stretching his arm out and pulling you against him, your head resting against his warm shoulder, your hand laying against his tight stomach. You melted into his arms, an instant feeling of calm washing over you. There was a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that this should feel weird, sharing a bed with Eddie, the object of your desires for so long. But it didn’t. You guessed it was because he’s your best friend, but there was no mistaking the tiny butterflies fluttering in your chest.

“Just so you know,” Eddie started. “You can stay here anytime. I know how it feels to be constantly worrying what mood your dad will be in when you get home. I don’t want you having to go through that,” he told you quietly, his voice emotional. You smiled sadly, your eyes filling with fresh tears at the thought of everything Eddie had gone through when he was a child. Wayne had been his guardian angel and saved him from the dysfunctional home his parents had created, but those scars still marked him, no matter how hard he tried to hide them from the world.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “What would I do without you?”

“Well luckily for you, I’m going nowhere. You’re stuck with me.” You could hear the smile in his voice as you snuggled down into him, closing your eyes, praying that sleep would take you quickly. “Y/N?” Eddie said quietly, turning his head towards you as you lifted your head so you could see his face. For a few moments, he was silent, his eyes slowly wandering your face.

“What’s up?” He took a deep breath as he rolled on to his side, now facing you, his free hand moving to your face, his thumb glancing along your lower lip. You weren’t sure which one of you closed the gap, but before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft, your lips barely touching, and you’d question whether it was really happening if it wasn’t for your heart pounding so hard in your chest, tethering you to reality. It was like your body had forgotten how to breath, the feeling of his soft lips against yours seemingly wiping every thought from your mind. You pushed softly against his chest, reluctantly breaking the kiss. “Eddie, we shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, shaking your head slowly.

“You don’t want to?” He asked softly, his voice faltering for a moment.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed. “I just, I feel like maybe it means different things to us both.”

“What do you mean?”

“Eddie, you don’t want me,” you said sadly. His brows knit together, frowning at your words. “Come on, I’ve spent the last few weeks watching you drool all over Chrissy. I literally could not be less like her if I tried,” you said sadly.

“Really?” He laughed. “You think I want Chrissy Cunningham?! Y/N, she’s been buying from me, and she’s having a shitty time at home. I’m just trying to live up to my reputation as the friendly neighbourhood drug dealer and cheer the poor little rich girl up.” You could feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips, his warm breath against your lips as his thumb softly stroked your cheek.

“So you, um, you like me?” You whispered hesitantly.

“Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” he smiled, his beautiful brown eyes twinkling in the dark, his face leaning into your touch as you tucked his hair behind his ear. “Do you know how hard it’s been watching you date losers all these years? Watching Steve fucking Harrington drool all over you? They’re not worthy of licking the bottom of your shoe princess.” Princess was a nickname he’d never given you before, but my god, it made the butterflies in your stomach erupt. You watched him as he took a deep breath, his doe eyes wandering your face. “Y/N, I swear to Ozzy, I feel like I might die if I don’t kiss you again,” he said dramatically, making you laugh.

“Well we definitely wouldn’t want that,” you smiled softly, your fingers tangling gently into his messy hair and pulling his face to yours. He kissed you deeply, his plump lips soft against your own, his tongue swiping across your lower lip, gently begging for entrance. As you met his tongue with your own, you could still taste the cigarette smoke on his breath, feel the light callouses on his fingertips from the years of guitar playing.

“My girl,” he whispered against your lips as he paused to catch his breath.

“Yours huh?” You giggled.

“Yep,” he nodded. “Always,” he promised, kissing you again, more intensely this time as his hands travelled down your body, grabbing one of your thighs and pulling it up, hooking it over his hip. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you were sure he’d be able to hear it if it weren’t for your laboured breathing. You couldn’t quite believe this was finally happening, expecting to wake from a dream at any second. Eddie’s hands were on your ass now, grabbing hard and pulling your body tight against him, rolling his hips against you, drawing a gasp from deep within you.

“Eds,” you moaned, chasing his lips as he broke your kiss. “Please don’t stop,” you pleaded. He smirked at you in the darkness.

“Oh sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on stopping,” he chuckled, his voice darker than before. “We’ve got a lot of missed time to make up for.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn is the loml #angst with a happy ending #friends to lovers

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yenqa · 1 year

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MORE TIME WITH YOU!

chapter 20

too sweet coffee

warnings : swearing, angst, being overwhelmed, shitty writing

ignore timestamps!

not proofread!

niki didn’t expect you to say yes, well he should’ve because he felt almost disbelief when you agreed.

he didn’t even plan anything out, other than meeting at the cafe. he had procrastinated it so much that he only left a few hours to plan.

maybe i don’t need a plan, and i can just go with the flow?

he settled on that option, as he anxiously picked out an outfit.

these might look bad together, does this color look good on me? does y/n like my style? should i get jay hyung to style me?

niki had too big of an ego to ask jay, but he had to build his courage somehow.

jay had always helped niki pick outfits, but some teasing was always included. jay was the only one who knew he was meeting up with y/n, and he knew jay would keep it that way.

when he was being driven to the secluded cafe, he couldn’t stay still. whether it was fidgeting with his hands, moving his hair, or shakily doing anything on his phone.

every time the entry bell chimed his head was whipped up, searching for your familiar face.

on the third chime was when you came in, quickly spotting niki and sitting down.

“hi niki! did you order anything yet?” you ask, adjusting your hat.

“n-no i haven’t yet, do you want me to get you anything?”

fuck why was he so nervous? it had barely been a week since he last saw you.

“oh yes please! i’ll get a latte!”

niki nods, standing up to order.

he had sat back down when the order was placed, “so, did you have something you want to tell me or this is just a spontaneous meeting?” you ask, leaning on the table.

“uh actually yeah- i have something to tell you,”

you smile at him, “what is it then?”

“uh- basically i-“

“order number sixteen!”

niki’s head is shot up, informing you it was your order and going to get it, his hands shakily hand the cup to you before sitting down.

“woah they made the drinks pretty quick, but sorry, what were you saying?”

niki coughs, “oh yeah, um- ilikeyou.” niki rushes his words out. so fast, you could barely catch it.

“sorry, what?”

“i like you, y/n.”

your throat goes dry as niki’s face turns into a look of disappointment.

“i’m sorry i just-“ his voice was suddenly blocked out by your thoughts. they all seemed to be swirling around your mind, too much was going on. he liked you. the coffee had suddenly became too sweet. dispatch was probably on the way. your company will be mad at you for sneaking out. everything is wrong.

you didn’t notice when your legs had taken you out of the cafe, without your too sweet coffee niki had ordered for you.

niki was in shock, as you had left the cafe without saying a word, he knew this would happen. he should’ve never been hopeful. he should’ve never believed his members. he should’ve never met you.

but now, all was left was to come back home, to a sympathetic jay.

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sypnosis - a new idol variety show makes 4th generation maknaes take care of a kid for a month! what happens when niki gets paired with a random girl who he maybe had one interaction with a few months ago? and when the reality show ends, why does he want to spend more time with you?

a/n : did yall see this coming 😂😂🤞(i Dont care this is overdone!)

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midwestmade29 · 4 months

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Need You Now 🧡

After going through a lil dry spell with my writing, this angsty number came out of nowhere 😂 I think it’s my longest story I’ve written to date! I gotta stay out of my funk and get back to it. Too many stories left to tell 🖤

Word count: 2,736 Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Disclaimers: Cursing, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

It had been months since you last talked to him. Months since you last felt his warm embrace. Months since you left your cowboy. You’d think the more time went on that being without him would get easier, but it hasn’t. You still miss him- long for him, you’ve just learned to function with a large piece of your heart missing. Matt and Nick gave you updates on Hangman whenever you asked for them, but usually they were all the same. “Still drinking himself stupid, won’t listen to anyone. He asked about you the other day. His face lit up when we told him you are doing well, you could tell he was happy to hear it.” As much as it pained you to hear that Adam was still stuck in his self-destructive ways, you knew there wasn’t much you could do for him that you hadn’t already tried. All the drunken nights you had with him played repeatedly in your mind, always having the same ending where you would go to leave, and Adam would find a way to get you to stay. “Tell me what I can do to make you stay. What I can say, so you won’t leave. I need to know how I can fix this!” was always the classic plea he used along with drunkenly falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around your legs. It usually did the trick.

Working backstage had its advantages because you always knew the schedule for the night, allowing you to duck out of sight whenever Adam was supposed to be around. Avoiding him wasn’t always easy though. There was the time where you heard his voice coming down the hallway and you had to duck into a nearby storage closet to stay out of sight. Or the time you hid behind Satnam Singh when Hangman got backstage early. You knew going to these lengths to stay hidden were ridiculous, but it had to be done. If you were to get one glimpse at Adam’s handsome face, the wall you worked so hard to build around your heart would surely crumble. Call it bad luck, call it fate, whatever it was worked against you when you stepped off the elevator at your hotel and crashed into the person standing on the other side of the doors. Your head was down, your eyes locked onto your phone screen making you unaware of your surroundings at the moment of the collision. Both of you dropped your phones and bent down at the same time to pick them up, all color draining from your face when you saw a picture of yourself light up on the other person’s lock screen.

“Hi, Y/N,” Adam said uncertainly. You were too stunned to pick your jaw up off the floor, so you remained crouched down with your hand over Adam’s phone. The silence between you began to grow uncomfortable the longer you stared at his face until he cleared his throat snapping you out of your stupor. Your cheeks were burning as you apologized, “Oh! I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! Here’s your phone. I hope it’s alright!” Adam smiled at you when you handed him the phone, reassuring you that everything was all good. When the two of you stood up, it was evident that Adam felt a little embarrassed too as he ran his fingers through his hair and asked, “I guess you saw my lock screen, huh?” You only nodded in response, unsure of what to say to the handsome cowboy in front of you. Adam rocked on his heels, willing the words to come out of his mouth, but instead he remained quiet. A sad smile covered your face when you spoke softly, “Well, I better get going. Sorry again, Adam.” You grabbed your phone gently from his large hand, walking away immediately only to be stopped by a gentle tug on your arm. “Y/N, wait! Please. I-I was hoping we could talk. I’m free right now if you are…” his voice trailed off when he noticed a flash of hurt wash over your face. He knew you were about to make up an excuse and say no, so he had to think of something fast to get you to change your mind. “Please, Y/N. Just give me 5, 10 minutes tops and then we can go our separate ways,” his voice wobbly as he quietly begged. You fought an internal battle within yourself between your heart and your head, your logical mind ultimately winning. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Adam. It was nice to see you though. You look well! I hear you have a title shot next week on Dynamite. Best of luck to you,” you offered with the sincerest smile you could muster up before pulling your arm from his gentle hold and walking away, once again leaving a piece of your heart behind.

Your back slid down the door to your room once it latched with a loud click. The tears you fought so hard to hold inside in front of Adam were flowing freely now, your body quivering as you started to sob. Being face to face with him like that after all this time was just as hard as you thought it would be, and the fact that it was so unexpected made it worse! As you wiped your tears, images of the smile he gave you started to haunt you. His light eyes looking into yours flooded your memory. The sight of his thicker facial hair awakening something deep inside you. When you told Adam that he looked well, you really meant it! He looked much better than The Bucks had led on. His dark circles were a little lighter, his physique a little slimmer and more muscular, and his words came across clearly, no stammering or slurring when he spoke. As you pulled yourself off the floor, you started to regret not taking him up on his offer to talk. His voice sounded as sweet as honey when he said your name- God how you missed hearing it fall from his lips! But the wall around your heart kept him out, protecting you from any more hurt he might cause, leaving you alone again just like how you spent most of your nights. Any other time when you felt like sitting in your feelings, you would indulge yourself in things that made you happy like a bubble bath or eating all chocolate in sight, but tonight you already had plans you had to follow through on. A date to be exact.

Kenny was incredibly sweet, showering you with compliments, opening the car door for you, and pulling out your chair at the restaurant. He had asked you on this date weeks ago, but you just said “yes” a few days ago. You knew you were playing with fire going on a date with Adam’s old tag team partner and friend, but you couldn’t base your life choices on his feelings anymore. “This place is lovely, Kenny! How did you find it?” you asked while placing your napkin on your lap. “A couple friends recommended it. Make sure to save room for dessert, that’s what they’re known for here!” he smiled. Conversation with Kenny was easy and effortless and filled with laughter, all without the help of alcohol. It was refreshing spending an evening with someone that didn’t smell like whiskey or rely on the amber liquid to get through the night. And yet, your mind still drifted back to Hangman. Different scenarios ran wild through your mind as you tried to figure out why Adam seemed to be doing so well during your brief interaction. Was he seeing someone new? Did he actually quit drinking finally? Or was he just simply better off without you? While you wanted Adam to be happy, picturing him with someone else made your heart ache. You knew it was ridiculous to feel that way since you were sitting across the table from his former friend, but it still hurt. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Kenny asked, his voice laced with concern. “You kind of spaced out on me there. What’s on your mind?” Your stomach did a flip at the thought of explaining to Kenny what really was going through your mind, but lying wasn’t really your style. You took a chance and explained the run in you had with Adam earlier, altering the course of your night drastically. “…It was the first time I had been face to face with him in months. I’m sorry for bringing him up on our date, I just wanted to be honest and let you know where my head was at. I understand if you want to call it a night early.” Your eyes fell to your lap after your confession, while Kenny’s face was unreadable. Kenny’s next words made your blood boil.

“I see,” he said flatly. “Take it from someone who has been through this countless times with Hangman. I’ve known him for a long time, spent many days and nights on the road with him and watching him sabotage anything and everything good that comes his way. He won’t change. You can’t change him. He’s a joke Y/N! You’re better off without him.” “How can you say that?! You were his best friend and I know you cared for him. And now, when he needs his friend the most, you toss him out like he’s a piece of trash!” your voice was elevated as your protectiveness over Adam resurfaced. Kenny chuckled through his words when he brought up his next point, “But, didn’t you leave him too? You might not have tossed him to the curb like you claim I did, but you just told me you hadn’t seen him in months. Word it however you want, sugar. You got tired of his drinking and need to wreck everything and left him just like the rest of us did.” Both of you deemed your date unsalvageable after your conversation, so you took an Uber back to your hotel- alone. You paced back and forth in your room, trying to calm your racing mind and make sense of what had happened at dinner. It wasn’t lost on you that you had committed the same offense against Adam like most of his friends did, but you had stuck around longer than anyone else. You tried everything you could to help him, loving him through all the rough days and drunken nights while sacrificing anything and everything you could for him. When you felt like you were being sucked down the same rabbit hole as him, you made the difficult choice to wave the white flag and save yourself.

Anger started to turn into frustration which turned into tears and remorse over how you ended things with Adam. You were considering going on a run to help clear your mind and blow off steam when your phone vibrated on the table. Your heart leaped into your throat when you saw who it was from.

My Cowboy: I have been trying, Y/N. I’m trying to be better for myself, and for you. It may not seem like much, but I have cut way back on my drinking and I’m working on changing the thoughts that go through my head. I’ve been kicking myself all day for letting you walk away again. I should’ve held onto your arm tighter and made you stay and listen to what I wanted to say. I realize my words haven’t always matched up with my actions. I’ll do whatever I can to restore your faith in me.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you read his words over and over again. You decided you were done with thinking. It was time to feel instead. You rapidly sent your reply to Adam:

My Girl: Room 1585. Hurry.

It took no time at all for a soft knock to tap against your door. With a deep breath, you opened it slowly, revealing the tall and handsome cowboy you fell in love with on the other side. You motioned for him to come in, and he did so cautiously. He knew he wasn’t in the clear yet, having many obstacles to overcome before he could regain your trust again. Adam tried to speak first, but you didn’t let him. Your words were rushed and almost frantic as they left your lips, “I hate how my bed still smells like you. I hate how you’re the first thought that crosses my mind in the morning and before I fall asleep at night. I hate that no matter how hard I tried, I never stopped thinking of you. I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry I gave up on you.” Adam closed the gap between you, cupping your cheek in his hand while looking deeply in your eyes. You felt yourself melt in his palm, his words making part of the wall around your heart crumble, “I realize now just how much of a problem my drinking and negative thoughts were. Looking back on how things ended between us, I understand why you left. You didn’t deserve all those late-night calls and texts, or me showing up at your door drunk off my ass. I put you in a terrible position time and time again, and you stayed longer than you should have. It’s me who is sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so sorry for all the trouble and pain I’ve caused you.” Adam rested his forehead against yours, a weight felt like it had been lifted off your shoulders hearing him apologize. This time it truly felt different. It felt like a real apology and not one that was meaningless like all the ones before. You knew you were done for after Adam brushed his nose against yours and whispered, “You know, you never really left me, Y/N. I always carried you with me in my heart. You’ve been my motivation to do better- to be better. I will show you that I’m worth one last chance.”

Kissing your cowboy again was something you had dreamt about many times over the past few months. When your lips crashed against his, the kiss was even better than you could’ve imagined! He no longer tasted like whiskey, just pure sweetness, and love. You moaned into Adam’s mouth as your tongues danced together to an old familiar song, intertwining themselves and leaving you breathless. The air in the room was thick with desire, the temperature surely had risen at least 20 degrees! Hagman lifted you with ease, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist as he carried you over to the bed. He refused to let you go as he gently lowered you onto the mattress, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. What started out as pure sugar, quickly changed into spice as you and your cowboy practically ripped each other’s clothes off! Your body shivered against Adam’s once you were finally skin on skin, and you gasped when he slid himself inside of you. His movements were purposeful and deep as his tip brushed against your walls, hitting all the right spots! Adam cursed under his breath the more pleasure overtook him, and when your name fell from his lips in a breathy moan, you felt yourself start to unravel. “A-Adam! I’m so close. Please, don’t st-stop!” you cried out. Your words encouraged him to keep his pace, ultimately bringing you to your climax. His words elevated your orgasm that much more, “That’s it, my angel. Let yourself go all over me. God, you’re so beautiful!” You let out a contented sigh as you came down from your high and as you felt your cowboy pulsate against your walls as he filled you with his seed.

Your heart felt whole as you laid in Adam’s embrace. The warmth of his body against yours was something you had missed dearly, and you felt like you could stay like this forever. The two of you had a long road ahead filled with hard work, patience, and love as you both try to make things right and start on a new journey. You had a sense of renewed hope after reuniting with Adam, and you could only pray that you would never have to experience your heart walking around outside of your body again.

#hangman adam page #adam page #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #hangman adam page fanfiction #adam page fanfiction #adam page fanfic #adam page x y/n #adam page x you #adam page x reader #Spotify

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roohuh · 1 year

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An Unexpected Visitor

Obliviate prolog

Summary: MC gets a visit from a Gaunt over summer holiday. This is a prolog to my first obliviate story.

Warnings: violence, crusio curse, angst.

You sit at a writing desk drafting Ominis a letter. The scent of summer air dancing around the room. Your family had all gone out for the afternoon to call on some friends but you elected to stay at home to pack. Only one more week you wistfully sigh. The summer holiday felt like it was dragging on due to your parents not being keen on the idea of you spending the summer in Feldcroft so you had to content yourself on copious amounts of letters. Finishing your latest letter you tuck it into your trunk as you hear a knock at your bedroom door. You open it to find your family's kind old house elf.

“Oh hello Vrokey.”

“Someone in the parlor for you ma’am” he says with a low bow.

“Oh? Who could that be?” You wonder

“A Gaunt miss” is the elf’s reply. At this your heart sings; you fly down the stairs taking multiple at a time. Swinging open the doors to the parlor you bound into the room only to stop short in your step. A tall slender woman with long platinum hair stands in the middle of the room studying a large painting of a rocky coast line hung on the wall. You clear your throat awkwardly in an effort to gain the woman’s attention. Eyes never leaving the painting she addresses you in a calm emotionless voice

“Take a seat MC.” You remain standing as you adress the woman.

“You took the words from my mouth,miss-?”

“Mrs. Gaunt.” She corrects.

“Ah.”

“You have been fraternizing with my son.” Her voice is flat, eyes fixed on the painting before her.

“I don’t know if I would call it fraternizing but yes Ominis and I are close.” You reply unsure of the woman’s intentions and are being careful to not get Ominis in any sort of trouble.

“My unfortunate child is blind and weak. I fear people often take advantage of his pathetic condition.” Her voice drips with contempt. “From henceforth you are forbidden from speaking to my son. He has obligations to carry on this family's bloodline and I will not have a simple girl such as yourself getting in the way of that.” The woman’s words light a fire beneath you before you can think you snap back,

“And if I refuse?”

“Not . An . Option.” You can hear a smile in the woman’s voice as she slowly turns towards you. “Oh I was hoping you would have some fight in you, it is no fun when there is no fight.” Before you can think to draw your wand you hear the words

“Crusio” you hit the floor all you can think to do is cry his name

“Ominis” waves of pain grip your body, never once giving you a second to breathe. Your head swims in the pain as you try to focus on getting through this and back to Hogwarts. Back to Ominis.

“Not as much fight as I had hoped.” She sighs in a bored tone as she watches you writhe.

“We agreed not to kill her.” Another voice comes from an unseen place. The pain stops and the lady gives out an annoyed huff. Mustering all of your strength you reach for your wand immediately a healed foot stomps down on your hand cruelly.

“Come now mother, have you not punished the girl enough?” The unfamiliar man’s voice rings out again.

“Don’t go soft on me now. Ominis is enough of a disappointment. I don't need you growing a soft spot now too.” She snarls, digging her heel further into your hand for emphasis.

“Father said no deaths” his voice cut out clear and dry causing the woman to waver. She looked at her grown son then back to you. She spits at in your hair before retreating.

“Fine. You take care of it then.” She snaps before she apperates out of the room. The man kneels next to you.

“I am sorry, little beauty. But I have my orders.” He pulls out his want and recites the spell

“Obliviate”

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Sorry it was so short! Felt like the other needed back story. Will be writing more along these lines hope someone likes it I know I do! 😂 anyways love anyone who read my Drabble!

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #fanfic #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x you #harry potter hogwarts game #ominis fluff

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roguelov · 9 months

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morpheus who becomes eager to see what new x rated daydream you can conjure for the two of you but the next one he sees is a reenactment of the iconic shrek 2 scene but its you standing on the shoulder of a giant mervyn and you've come to rescue morpheus from dancing with roderick burgess (he's upset because he doesn't dance but the idea of you coming to his rescue is giving him his own filthy daydreams)

This is cute and also funny but also anon are you stalking me? Cuz I literally just watched Shrek and Shrek 2 like yesterday 😂

Dream felt your mind drifting off into a daydream, like a prickle on the back of his neck. He was currently at the beach creating new dreams and nightmares, but why not take a look at your dream?

He honestly would enjoy the temporary distraction.

He was certainly greeted with a unique sight. He couldn’t deny he expected one of your more suggestive and indulgent daydreams. Instead, he was greeted with some hilarity and more of whimsical nature.

You stood upon the massive shoulders of an oversized Mervyn as the pumpkin head stormed a castle. You shouted as you rushed down the shoulders slipping inside the castle. Sprinting down corridors, you burst through a ballroom shouting for Dream and where he was.

Dream chuckled.

You dreamt of rescuing him.

It was endearing.

Yet, the idea of rescuing stirred his own imagination. What if you did rescue him from his entrapment? How would it play out?

With a sledgehammer in hand, you shattered the glass sphere. Glass rained down like twinkling stars. You tossed aside the hammer and quickly pulled Dream towards you in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” you whispered, staring into his eyes.

“You came and that is all that matters,” Dream hummed, cupping your cheek.

You were so warm.

You leaned into his touch. You turned your head, pressing a chaste kiss on the inside of his palm.

A fire sparked inside his chest.

Your eyes turned hooded and you smirked as if you sensed the change in him. “My sweet king, let’s get you home.”

His mouth grew dry.

“You have been through so much, allow me to take care of you.” Your hands skimmed down his chest.

His breath hitched and he shivered. How long had it been? Oh, he needed you. He needed to run his hands all over you, he needed to hear you moan his name, he needed to be inside of you, he -

Dream snapped himself out of his daydream. He cleared his throat.

Maybe a visit to the Waking to see you will do him some good.

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #smut #anon #ask

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danielfuckingricciardo · 1 year

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All I Want For Christmas Is You - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Pairing - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (University AU)

Word Count - probably around 3k ish?

Content Warnings - swearing, smutty references, but just fluff

Synopsis - You and Daniel had been dancing around one another all year, and so at the Christmas party hosted by your lecturers, he finally decides to make a move via your favourite obscure Christmas song.

Author’s Note - I don’t write a lot of AU fics, except for the massive one that will be coming your way in the new year!! Keep your eyes peeled for that!! But this goes out to all my fellow former emo kids. Congrats, you made it, though like me you probably still have some MCR in your Spotify playlists. Anyways, enjoy this one, and I’m sorry it wasn’t actually posted on the day I said I would post it! I am battling against the seasonal plague (I have a sore throat) and so I got an early night last night instead of staying awake to write till 2am lol 😂

Inspired by the My Chemical Romance cover of Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is You

You had only begrudgingly agreed to attend the Christmas party your lecturers had arranged to celebrate the festive season. All of your favourite outfits were stashed away in your laundry bag ready to take home, allowing you to take advantage of your parents’ washing and drying facilities. After all, the laundry room was always full, and it never really left your clothes smelling right, and you had to pay £7.50 for the privilege.

But your friend Yasmine had dragged you out shopping as she searched for an outfit for the party, and so when you spotted that one outfit in the window, you thought ‘fuck it’ and drained your bank account to almost empty. It wouldn’t be until January when your next student loan dropped, but you wouldn’t exactly be spending much while stuck back at home.

Besides, the party would be your last chance to see Daniel before you all left, travelling across the country, and in his case, across the world to spend Christmas with your families.

It was your second year of university, and the small group of students who hadn’t dropped out during first year were all eager to celebrate and say goodbye, especially to your lecturers who were all pretty chill and had become like friends themselves throughout the past semester.

The group chat had been filled with people sharing their eager anticipation for tonight, letting you know who would be bringing what drinks, who would be hosting pre’s and afters at their flat, and all manner of other things.

George had been the one to organise most things, after all, he was the most eager to say goodbye, having to return home to his stuffy home in the country where the only company would be cows and the odd sheep for the Christmas season. He wanted the first half of the year to go out with a bang, and so, you found yourself pressing the buzzer to the gate to be allowed into the boys’ flat to get a little drunk, before going out to get even more drunk, and then returning again to get progressively drunker and to inevitably end up passing out on the sofa again.

“Who goes there?” The voice on the intercom says, and you roll your eyes.

“George, for fucks sake, do we have to answer three riddles before you’ll let us in? It’s fucking freezing out here.” Yasmine says, and you chuckle, pulling your jacket tighter around your body to protect yourself from the cold winter air.

“Not this time, I’ve had too many to think of a riddle, never mind three. I’ll buzz you in, Daniel’ll be down to let you in.” George says, and the gate beeps, slowly swinging open.

You walk over to block B, your heels clicking on the ground as you walk past a group of students sharing a spliff.

“Alright?” Daniel says, his head peeking around the door.

“I’m fucking freezing and these shoes are hurting already.” Yasmine says, pushing past Daniel into the warm corridor of their building.

“I’d lend you mine, but I think they’d be too big for you. But hey, you know what they say about men with big feet?” Daniel says, a cocky smile on his lips as you enter the building.

“Big socks?” You respond quickly, as he guides you down the corridor towards their flat.

“You betcha.” He says, and he opens the door, which was already leaking sounds of voices and some pop song you didn’t recognise.

The boys all cheer as you enter the kitchen, setting down the bottle of vodka you had been carrying onto the counter.

“Ah, you legend!” George exclaims, “you want a drink?”

“Sure!” You respond, and George pours a large measure of cheap vodka into a plastic cup, topping it off with some coke.

“I’m taking my shoes off, they hurt like a bitch, no one look at my feet!” Yasmine yells, steadying herself on your shoulder as she pops off both shoes.

“Be careful, Lando has a foot fetish.” Daniel says, and the boys erupt into laughter.

“I do not! Besides, I’ve seen your feet enough to put me off them even if I did.” Lando says, poking Daniel in the chest.

“So you admit, you did have a foot fetish.” Daniel says, his head tilted slightly as Lando turns a dark shade of red.

“No matter what I say, I’m not gonna look good after this, am I?” Lando says, turning to you with a chuckle.

“No, he’s backed you into a corner there, Lan.” You say, rolling your eyes at Daniel as you pat Lando on the shoulder to put him at ease.

You throw yourself down on the sofa next to Charles, whose head was buried in some textbook you vaguely recognise.

“The grind never stops, eh Charles?” You ask him, and he looks over at you.

“It’s interesting! I was just getting to the end of this chapter before I joined in with whatever those idiots are doing.” Charles says, his eyes returning to the page and scanning quickly downwards.

“I’ll go and pour you a drink, you’re going to need it if the music playing in here gets any worse.” You say, standing up and wandering over to the counter.

The rest of the guys were already several drinks in, and George was trying to convince Alex to try the local IPA he was drinking by describing the taste in excessive detail. Alex was smiling and nodding along, but clearly checked out of the conversation. George had simply had too many drinks already to notice.

The boys flat consisted of George, Daniel, Lando, Alex, Charles and Max. The six of them had decided to live together following the first year after all hating their original housemates. They had asked you and Yasmine to join too, but you decided against it, instead opting for a small two bedroom flat a few streets away, ‘the boring flat’ the boys had dubbed it. You were sure they would have driven you crazy, just spending time with them during lectures was enough, and you didn’t fancy having to put up with their antics 24/7.

You had however ended up sleeping on their sofa more than once as the club you often frequented was right next door, and the boys were always far too drunk to walk you home. But you found that Daniel was always sober enough to pass you a blanket each and every time. The blanket that smelled just like him, and your drunk self would often wrap up within it and pretend he was right beside you.

It was so embarrassing, but you had a big crush on Daniel. You had from the first day you met him, when he showed up in his ripped black skinny jeans and Bring Me The Horizon t-shirt, with chipped black polish on his habitually-chewed fingernails. He liked all the same bands as you, he played guitar, and he had a wicked sense of humour. To you, he ticked all the boxes, he was perfect. You just wished that he felt the same way about you.

Daniel wasn’t one to shy away from flirtation, and received a lot of attention from the other people on your course, and he always managed to pull someone whenever you went out. You minded, of course you did, but what could you say? You’d only make a fool of yourself. So you would just glance at him every so often, his tongue lodged down some other person’s throat in the club, and wish he’d see you that way. You wished he wanted to kiss you like that too.

What you didn’t see, was that whenever you turned away, he would look at you too. Knowing that whoever he may or may not go home with that night wouldn’t be you. But you weren’t interested in him, right? You were just a friend, a friend with their life together who was so much better than he was in every respect. You’d never waste your time with someone like him.

“Lando’s playlists are shit, aren’t they?” Daniel says as he slides in next to you at the counter.

“You know I prefer something a little heavier, but you know how it was when we dragged everyone to emo night… They did nothing but complain and then went for a kebab at 2am.” You say as you empty the remainder of the cheap vodka into Charles’ cup.

“True, I started playing Slipknot earlier and they threatened to go on cleaning strike unless I turned it off. And no song is worth being forced to clean Max’s jizz off the shower screen without moral support.” Daniel says, and you burst into laughter.

“And you wonder why I didn’t want to live with you guys.” You say, rolling your eyes as you top up Charles’ cup with sprite.

“Did someone say my name?” Max says as he enters the kitchen, a vodka red bull in hand.

“No, no, must have been the song.” Daniel says, firing a quick wink in your direction before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Yo, Charles, time to get drinking, you’re lagging behind!” You say, leaning over the back of the sofa to pass Charles the cup.

Charles sets his book down beside him and takes a sip, his mouth twisting as the drink which was mostly vodka hits his palette.

“Did you actually put any mixer in there? Fuck.” Charles says, his face still slightly twisted.

“It’s the (y/n) special, 3 parts vodka to one part sprite. You need to catch up with the rest of us.” You say, and Daniel laughs beside you.

“We are going to a Christmas party with our lecturers in ten minutes, you know? I don’t think we want to be pissed before we get there, might not be the best impression, eh?” Charles says.

“I think it might be too late for that.” Daniel says, gesturing over and Alex and George who were already considerably drunk.

“Well, we’d better get going anyway. Yasmine, get your shoes back on. Alex, Lando, scrape up what’s left of George from the sofa. Charles, down that drink. Max and Daniel, let’s go!” You say, grabbing your bag from the counter and holding the kitchen door open.

“Yes, ma’am.” Daniel says, saluting you mockingly as he squeezes by, his hand brushing yours for a split second as he does.

You managed to herd the boys into the university building and to the large room your lecturers had booked to host the Christmas party.

You were all offered a glass of Prosecco on arrival, which you took graciously and nursed as you talked to your lecturers about the previous semester.

“Next semester we’ll be doing the pairs presentation. We wanted to make it interesting, so we’re assigning the pairings.” Sebastian, the leader of the course says, and you nod your head.

“Any hints on who I’m partnered with? I’m not all that keen on surprises.” You say, tilting your head inquisitively.

“I’m not allowed to say names at this point, but if you list off some names I may nod if you say the correct one.” He says, and you rack your brain to try and guess who you might be paired with.

“Yasmine?” You say, and Sebastian remains still.

“Charles?” He doesn’t move.

“Max?” Sebastian takes a sip from his glass of red wine.

“Alex?” Yet again, no movement.

“Daniel?” You finally say, and Sebastian tilts his head up and down ever so slightly.

“Really? Why him?” You say, and Sebastian places his finger to his lips, shaking his head at you slightly.

“I thought you’d be stoked to be paired with someone of my level of genius.” Daniel says, appearing from behind you with two glasses in his hands.

“Eavesdropping, are we?” You say, waggling your finger at Daniel as you would a naughty child.

“Nope. I just have keen ears.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

“I’ll leave you two be. You’ll have a lot of work to be doing together after Christmas.” Sebastian says, before walking away to talk to some of the other students.

“Okay, so, you, me, a weed brownie, a PowerPoint presentation, and a perfectly curated playlist made by yours truly. Doesn’t that sound like the all-night library session from heaven?” Daniel says, and you roll your eyes at him.

“You see, this is why I’d rather be paired with Yasmine or Charles. They’d take the assignment seriously!” You say, downing the rest of the sparkling wine in your glass.

“Hey, doing things the Daniel way hasn’t failed me yet.” He says, gesturing openly with his hands.

“Yet being the operative word.” You fire back.

“Oh, you know you love me really, you big nerd.” He says, and how desperately you want to exclaim ‘yes! Yes I do love you! I want to kiss you and do lots of kinky sex things with you!’ But instead you roll your eyes again.

“Here, I have a spare, you want?” Daniel says, gesturing to you with the full glass of Prosecco in his left hand.

“Sure. God knows next semester I’m gonna need it.” You say as you take the glass and swallow half of the alcoholic beverage.

“Look, DJ Lando has taken control of the playlists here too. I think he’s actually playing his own stuff now.” Daniel says, pointing to where Lando and George are stood beside the speaker in the corner of the room.

“If he keeps up with this DJ shit then Yasmine might actually jump his bones later.” You say in Daniel’s ear and he looks at you with a shocked expression.

“Lando? Really?” He says rather too loudly, and you shush him.

“She loves a DJ. Now, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but apparently she had a lot of fun with a DJ when she was out in Thailand on her gap year. He still replies to every one of her Instagram stories.” You say, and Daniel laughs.

“Really? I didn’t have her down as the gap-year-romance type.”

“Well, she wasn’t, she just loves a guy with a big deck.” You say, lifting your glass to cover your laughter at your own stupid joke.

“What about you? I’m sure Charles would be down if you just asked him, y’know?” Daniel says, and you look at him, perplexed.

“Me and Charles? Please! What the fuck gave you that idea?” You say, your eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t know, I suppose the way you always gravitate towards him whenever you visit.” Daniel says, suddenly seeming rather awkward.

“Usually it’s to ask him about what I missed when I snooze my alarm too many times before a 9am lecture.” You laugh, “no, but Charles is nice, he’s just not my type.”

“Oh really? So what is your type?” Daniel asks, and you tilt your head to appear deep in thought.

“Hmm.. I like a guy with a good sense of humour. Aesthetically, I like the tall, dark and handsome types, y’know? Also goth guys, goth guys are really hot. And they’re extra hot if they play guitar.” You say, and Daniel raises his eyebrow.

You feel your cheeks begin to heat up as Daniel leans in to say something in your ear, but he’s interrupted as Lando begins to play a Christmas song, and Alex and George steal him away to dance.

You take a seat on the edge of a table and watch on as everyone dances on the makeshift dance floor, swaying and singing along to the lyrics of that Ariana Grande Christmas song you couldn’t remember the title of.

Daniel pushes his way through the crowd as the song comes to the end and stands in front of you, blocking your view to the rest of the room.

“I put in a request with DJ Lando, this one’s for you. Dance with me?” Daniel says, offering you his hand for you to take.

“You know I don’t really do Christmas songs.” You say, shaking your head at him.

“Oh, I know you like this one.” He says, and you hear that familiar voice begin to play over the speaker system, and gasp. He remembered? But how would he remember such a trivial thing as that from last year?

“Okay, I’ll dance with you.” You say, taking his hand and walking to the dance floor, where many of your friends were confused at the song that was playing. It was familiar, sure, but they hadn’t heard this version before.

You hear the drum beat kick in and immediately start to jump as the guitar plays. Daniel takes your hands in his and spins you around, and the confused people that surrounded you give in to the beat. Eventually, the two of you had formed a mosh pit on the dance floor, and even Lando was pumping his fist aggressively beside the speaker as he stared at his phone.

“How did you remember I liked this version?” You shout over the music at Daniel.

“You told me you liked it, last year, when I asked what song you were listening to.” Daniel says.

“Yeah, I remember, but how do you?” You say.

“I guess I wanted to. I remember everything about you, (y/n).” He says, and you feel yourself blushing as he takes a step closer to you.

“That’s really sweet Daniel.” You say.

“I can be sweet, sometimes, when I want to be, especially for someone I-“ Daniel stops talking as the song transitions into a slow 80s song. You recognise the melody as True by Spandau Ballet, a song more commonly played at a wedding disco than a college party.

Lando looks over at Daniel, giving him a thumbs up with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh I’m going to kill him.” Daniel says, shaking his head.

“Go on, finish your sentence.” You say, looking up at Daniel as you sway your body to the music.

“I can be sweet, for someone I love.” Daniel says, and without thinking, you pull him in closer, crashing your lips to his.

“And that, ladies and gentleman, is why I am the greatest DJ who ever lived.” Lando says, and both you and Daniel stick out your middle fingers at him almost simultaneously.

By midnight, you were all kicked out of your university building, with plans to return to the boys’ flat to continue the party with a few more drinks and more of Lando’s DJing talents.

“What even was that version of the song? I’ve literally never heard it before.” Alex says.

“It’s a cover, from a while back now. All I Want For Christmas is You by My Chemical Romance. It’s more to my taste than the original.” You say as you walk briskly beside him, trying to keep warm in the cold night air.

“Oh, it’s very you. But how did Daniel know to play it?” Charles interjects.

“Because he’s embarrassingly in love with her, and remembered she liked it after she told him last year. Get with it, Charles.” George yells, his verbal filter completely gone as a result of his drunken state, and Daniel blushes.

“He’s not the only one embarrassingly in love, (y/n) has wanted to lick whipped cream off of his surprisingly toned body since day one.” A very drunk Yasmine chuckles as she wobbles into Lando on the pavement.

“It was a dream I had one night, don’t read too much into that.” You say, and Daniel looks at you with his eyebrow raised.

“We don’t have any cream, but you’re welcome to the caramel sauce and sprinkles in my cupboard.” Max says, and you jab him in the back.

“I feel like I’m being ganged up on here. Just wait till you guys hear about Yasmine’s thing she has about DJs.” You say, and it’s Yasmine’s turn to blush.

“(Y/n)!” She exclaims, running up to you in her heels to slap you on the shoulder playfully.

“Hey, you might be in there Lando, unless she only likes good DJs.” Alex says, and you chuckle as Lando shouts an ‘oi!’ from the back of your walking party.

You reach the gate of the boys’ building and stop as Daniel pulls out his keycard.

“Oh, we’re going to go to the club next door, do you wanna join? Or are you two going to be occupied with Max’s caramel sauce?” George asks, and you scoff.

“Do you wanna go out? I don’t feel much like clubbing right now, my ears are ringing after George’s rendition of Sweet Caroline.” Daniel asks.

“I’ll stay here with Daniel, you guys have fun though!” You shout as they begin to walk away, sending a herd of whoops, cheers and wolf whistles in your direction.

You shake your head at them as your enter the courtyard and Daniel opens the door to his flat for you to step into.

It was surprisingly quiet without the other guys in it, and the situation you found yourself in suddenly felt all too real.

“Would you like to join me in my room?” Daniel asks, and your eyes go wide, “I’m not trying to sleep with you, I’m not that sleazy, it’s just, the radiator in the lounge is broken so it’s warmer in my room.”

“Sounds good. I don’t think I’ve seen your room before, and I like being nosy.” You chuckle as you follow him to the door marked with a number 3.

He pushes the door open and you follow him inside, noticing the guitar resting against the desk, a half-dead succulent beside his laptop, and an arrangement of photos stuck on the wall.

“Did you take all these?” You ask, studying the photos one by one.

“Yeah, it’s a little hobby of mine. I’m not very good, but I like to capture important moments so I can look back on ‘em later.” He says, standing beside you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“It looks nice. Australia, I mean. I’d love to visit some day.” You say, turning to him.

“You could come and visit me in the summer, I’m sure my mum wouldn’t mind making up the spare room, or you could share mine?” He says, letting out an awkward chuckle.

“You know, for someone who I regularly see making out with strangers in the club, you’re quite shy.”

“You’re not just a stranger in a club, (y/n).” Daniel says, reaching out to caress your cheek gently with his fingers.

“All this time I thought you’d never give me a second glance, and yet, here we are.” You say, stepping back to take a seat on the edge of Daniel’s bed.

“Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous, (y/n), you’re kind, you make me laugh, and you have a killer taste in music. And, as it turns out, excellent taste in guys too.” Daniel says, sitting down beside you.

“So you really do like me? You’re not just having a laugh?” You ask, and Daniel offers you a small smile.

“Why would I be joking? I really like you (y/n), and I’d like it if you stayed with me tonight.” Daniel says, and you place your hand gently on his thigh.

“I’d love to, Daniel.” You say, and he presses a small kiss on your temple.

“This is going to make that presentation much easier to organise next semester.” Daniel says, and you laugh.

The truth is, all you really wanted for Christmas was Daniel, and this year, your Christmas wish had been very much fulfilled.

#Daniel Ricciardo x reader #Daniel Ricciardo x you #Daniel Ricciardo imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x You

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uchihaharlot · 3 months

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please please please please please more thoughts on shisui sucking his own fat cock that was so fucking hot every time i think about it i get so w 🤣❤️❤️

As you wish. I see Shisui and cock in the same sentence, who am I to ignore the salacious whims of my people? 😈

NSFW; the finer details of Uchiha Shisui sucking himself dry;

— So how did he he even get in this position? 😂 The origins of when Shisui started giving himself head are so long ago, Shisui just had to give in to the impulse. Life is short, it’s not like people weren’t using shadow clones to fuck around. Everyone who learned the technique eventually got curious. Shisui chalks it up the way Kanye West does — ‘only good gon’ come is this good when I’m coming.’ So yea.

— Let’s not lie, he’s a horny bastard. He’s even shoved his fingers in his own ass and milked himself while doing this, though that’s a topic for another time. The first time he slipped his drippy cock in his mouth — legs bent over his head, it was scary actually. Worried he would suffocate himself. ‘This is what girls see?’ He actually gained a new appreciation for the blow job. How much work actually went into it, and well, practice makes perfect.

— It was better than his hand, no lie. Shisui was so sweaty and breathless from the combination of being bent like a pretzel and the euphoria that was his cock in his mouth. He came fast too, probably too fast — which raised a new dilemma for him.

— The first time he tasted his own cum he choked, literally. Went down his windpipe because it straight shot and rocketed down his throat. Spit up a bit of it out his nose 🥹 The time after that he came on his face, for research purposes. Over time learned the art of swirling his tongue right before he was about to bust, which helped with the choking and created a vacuum that allowed his little Uchiha swimmers to glide down his throat. Though he really likes pearl necklaces.

— ….completely changed his diet to accommodate this little quirk of his, for a while Shisui was a solo man. Did what he had to do for a proper self face fucking. Figuring out which fruits would make him less…tart. He drew the line at salmon, since that is his favorite food — he would just skip those days. Starts each day off with a smoothie, just in case. As he has gotten older, sorry Shisui, sometimes he doesn’t have the energy to bend over so yea, ok, he might use a shadow clone of himself. It’s still innovative!!

— Despite his reputation for being the village bus stop at one point in time, this is a secret he keeps to himself…until his s/o walked in on him (recently lol). How unholy that must’ve looked. They talked about it — well, fucked it out. This woman, she is a god send, I tell you. He still thinks about her dainty fingers pressing into his ass and her hand stoking him as his lips slurped his own length.

— Other than that, there really isn’t much more to say. That time she caught him it had actually been months, and he was worried she would think he was a freak but then she said, ‘you’re talking to someone who eats your ass…’ yea, she did do that. Often too.

#shisui headcanons #shisui uchiha #uchiha shisui #uchiha headcanons #uchiha clan #uchiha family

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giggly-squiggily · 10 months

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i only just saw that we're playing games again! sorry i'm so late 😅😬 i have a headcannon for free! if that's okay with you!

i think haru, makoto, nagisa and rin had plenty of tickle fights when they were children and rin somehow managed to effectively delete those from his memory, which nagisa of course takes as a challenge 😂

- 🐼non

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

Akajkaejkrajkerkjajkerajek I love this AHH! I've gotcha covered, panda! :D

“Hey, Rin- remember when we were kids way back at the old swim school?”

“Ugh, yeah- hard to forget that.” The redhead raised an eyebrow at Nagisa, leaning away some at those mischievous eyes. Just where was he going with this? “Why?”

“Well- I was telling Rei about all the fun times we had there and it got me thinking; are you still ticklish?” The shoe dropped. Rin felt his throat constrict.

“Ugh, no. I’m not. Never was.”

“What? Of course you were! Remember all the tickle fights we had?”

“Nope, not a single one.” Nagisa’s eyes got big with shock. “Maybe you’re remembering someone else?”

“Rin- you seriously forgot?” Those eyes welled up, and Nagisa’s mouth turned downward with hurt. “I can’t believe this- all the good times and you just- you just…”

“Whoa, whoa- hold on now. Don’t cry.” Rin flapped his hands around in panic, feeling his own eyes burn. Curse his involuntary reaction of crying when other people cried! “I remember now! And…yeah, I guess I was a little ticklish.”

Nagisa was quiet, bangs hiding his eyes.

“Nagisa?” He asked, feeling suddenly nervous.

Then the blonde looked up, dry eyed and grinning.

“Gotcha!” He poked out his tongue with a wink. Before Rin could react, the smaller boy pounced, sending them both crashing backwards. “Sorry to trick you, Rin! It was the only way!”

“Ah! Aheahhahhahhahaha! N-Nahahhahagishahahhha, that wahahahs sneehahhahahaky!” Rin cackled out, batting at Nagisa’s hands as they drilled into his ribs. “Stahhahhap, stahhahahap! Gheahhahahahaha fihiihihihne I’m stiiihihihhill tihiihhiihihcklish!”

“Hehe, I know. I’m not completely convinced you actually remember, though. Let’s refresh that memory!” Nagisa giggled as he clawed at Rin’s belly, making him squeal and thrash. Feet dug into the ground behind them as he tried to escape, but Nagisa was adamant on tickling him senseless. “Come on- give me a smile for old times sake!”

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #rin matsuoka #nagisa hazuki #they are too cute your honor #kljareajrjkearkjaejra #free! iwatobi swim club

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sagesolsticewrites · 1 year

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tossing in #44 for the drabble requests bc i think it can give some tasty angst 😈

oooh angst you say? 👀 Thanks so much for the request darling!

(disclaimer: this actually got kinda cringey as I was writing and honestly I just leaned into it like it was a bad romcom so… yeah. that’s what this is 😂 sorry anon!)

44: “Those words don’t mean what you think they do.”

Your leg bounced up and down as you sat in the booth you’d found and waited for Austin to arrive. It was in a quiet corner of the restaurant, you were practically the only people in that section, save for an older couple over by the window. It was private, and it was perfect for what you wanted to talk to Austin about.

You had started planning a week before, after you had overheard something while Austin was on the phone that made you heart skip about three beats.

It wasn’t like you meant to overhear him exclaim “Y/N? But she’s my best friend, I can’t tell her I’m in love with her!” while he was on a call with one of his costars for this new movie he was working on, but to hear him say that he actually returned your feelings… you had been on cloud nine all week. All you needed to do was work up the courage to confess your own feelings to him.

And that was your plan tonight.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by Austin approaching the table, a smile on his face.

“Hey, how are you?” He greeted, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before sliding in across from you.

“I’m great, how are you? How’s the new movie going?”

Things were going perfectly. You had chatted and gossiped, and soon it would be time for you to tell him how you felt.

You had just finished fighting over who would pay the check (Austin wanted to pay, but you had insisted that you split it 50/50), when Austin spoke up.

“Hey, is everything okay? You’ve been kinda… I dunno, antsy or something tonight.”

“Well, actually…” This was it. This was it!!! “I wanted to tell you something. And I hope this doesn’t change things between us too much but… well…” Your throat was suddenly dry. Why were you nervous? You knew how he felt about you! You met his eyes. “I like you. Like, I… have feelings for you. I have for a while, actually.” You finally admitted, biting your lip to hide your smile as you waited for his response.

His expression was not at all what you expected. Austin looked shocked and almost… uncomfortable? That didn’t make sense.

“Y/N…” he began gently, “I… I’m sorry, but I don’t, uh, like you like that.”

It took a moment for you to process the words, and you forced back the tears welling up as you stammered “What? But… no, I overheard you, you said that you loved me. You were on the phone with one of you costars and I heard you tell them that you were in love with me…”

Understanding dawned on Austin’s face as you spoke, and he shook his head, unable to hide a laugh as he explained gently, “No, Y/N… Those words don’t mean what you think they mean. We were going over a script we had gotten, and Y/N is the name of one of the characters. I actually… I kept meaning to mention it to you but somehow it never came up.”

“Oh.” Your heart sank as you realized what you had just done. “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t… I should go.” You threw a few bills on the table, saying hurriedly, “That should cover the tip, I’m sorry—”

And you ran out, ignoring him as he called after you, knowing you could never face Austin again.

hey angst queen mel @burninlovebutlerr I know it’s nothing compared to your angst but… how’d I do? 👀

Send me drabble prompts!

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler angst #sage answers #drabbles

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doevademe · 1 year

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prompt: a God wants to get revenge on Nico by making him wear a maid outfit he can't remove. Percy finds out 😂 (I m sorry for the low quality prompt, I ll get better I promise)

"So I can't see you until you get rid of the curse?" Percy asked Nico's closed door.

"Percy, let's be fair, no one can see me, not just you," Nico's voice sounded from the door.

"But I'm your boyfriend! Don't I get special perks or something?" Percy asked. Being honest, he was dying of curiosity, but he also missed Nico since he shut himself in his cabin three days ago.

"Sure, I actually respond when you come by," Nico said. Percy huffed in indignation.

"Only because I bring you food."

"And the new booster packs?" He asked hopefully. Percy rolled his eyes and passed the card packs underneath the door. "I love you so much."

"I know," Percy said morosely. "I just wish you would say it when it doesn't involve Mythomagic."

"I say it outside of that!" Nico protested. "It's just... awkward, you know, we've only been going out for a couple of months. It feels like it's too soon..."

"So, who cursed you? I might be able to help you out," Percy suggested. "Some gods who hate you are okay with me."

"...It was Aphrodite," he admitted after a few seconds. "She offered me a job and... you know my rules."

It wasn't that long ago that Nico started charging for questing. If memory served right, it all had started with Hades giving him some money for helping him out, and Nico deciding he could make money doing what most demigods did for free.

His main draw was quickness (thanks to his Shadow Travel) and being a child of the Big Three. As of now, it was working wonders.

Nico only had two rules: He would not take quests against his father, and he would refuse any Love god.

"So she cursed you with something until you do it?" Percy guessed. Nico stayed silent. "What does she want? I may be able to get it. I can be like, your unpaid intern or something."

That made Nico laugh. Percy preened at his achievement.

"It's not that easy," his boyfriend said. "She wants Casanova's Quill."

"That doesn't sound—"

"It's in Venice," he said. Percy winced. "Yeah, so right now it's a battle of wills, either I give up and do this, or she tires of nothing interesting happening and undoes the curse."

That made Percy's eyebrows rise.

"Is your curse meant to make interesting things happen?"

"...I said too much."

Before Nico could react, Percy tried just opening the door. Nico ran towards the door at the same speed, closing it almost immediately after, but it was too late.

Percy had seen everything.

Nico, with a french maid costume, using long socks and garter belts that made his creamy thighs look even more delectable. His skinny but well-built frame was made a little fuller by the frills, and his long hair was tied in a ponytail as a finishing touch.

Percy gulped.

"You saw nothing!" Nico screamed from behind the door. "And you will do nothing about this."

"You... you can't take it off?" He managed to ask, his mouth feeling surprisingly dry.

There was almost a full minute of silence

"I can't. It's a pain sleeping with this thing on," Nico admitted. "But the moment I stand up, every part of the dress is in its proper place. It's a nightmare."

"What about going to the bathroom?" Percy asked, worried.

"The panties have... openings," Nico said, sounding like just saying it was painful.

"You... you're wearing panties?" The feeling of dryness had expanded all the way down to his throat. "Panties with... openings?"

Percy felt his pants getting tighter. Oh, this was not good. They had just started dating. This was very inappropriate.

The door became slightly ajar. Percy took it as an invitation and came in.

Nico was sitting on his bed, his face so red it put the Ares cabin to shame. He was sitting with his legs slightly apart, giving Percy and eyeful and, yes, there were indeed frilly panties underneath the short skirt.

"I do," Nico continued, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary. "Both front and back."

Percy took a step forward. He didn't know which opening he wanted to see more.

"I... I can go with Mrs. O'Leary to Venice," he was saying, though his body was caressing Nico's thigh. "Get that quill and be back as soon as possible."

"That's good," Nico sighed, and Percy wasn't sure if he referred to the offer of what his hand was doing. His hand disappeared under the skirt, but before it could get to the panties, Nico grabbed his wrist. "Wait! I... I'm..."

It was like a spell broke. Percy took his hand away as if he had been burned, eyes widening.

"S-sorry," he stuttered. What was he doing? "To tell the truth, I'm not, I'm not ready either," he admitted, his cheeks feeling hot.

Nico smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Such a gentleman," he said. "I don't mind doing some more stuff but... maybe later? When I actually choose to wear something like this."

The implied promise made Percy grin. He gave Nico a kiss.

"I'll be going to Venice, then," he said. Nico gave him a brochure and a key. Percy raised an eyebrow

"It's in a museum inside this old desk," he explained. "Aphrodite gave me the key."

"Why did she have it?" Percy asked.

"Casanova was his son." Nico shrugged. "It's an easy quest, just... long without Shadow Travel."

And Percy understood why Aphrodite had asked Nico. When you were an Olympian, you took the easiest and fastest route to what you wanted, and rules were nothing more than suggestions.

"I'll be back soon," he said, kissing Nico deeply.

Ever since he started dating Nico, Percy was constantly discovering new things about himself. Like his being bisexual, or that crossdressing apparently did it for him.

He left before he fell to Nico's allure again.

(Months later, Nico would reveal Aphrodite left the panties behind as a "tip". Percy sacrificed some of his breakfast to her the next day.)

#Percico #my writing #writing prompt #mildly spicy #it's Nico in a maid dress what did you expect?

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