#and tries to hide that he’s back. both of them are in subtly trying to get the other to admit something

[angelluvsrafe]

୨ৎ ── girl next door - chapter two

୨ৎ cw: smutty, but it’s irrelevant to the plot so you don’t need to read it, there is a warning before it starts

୨ৎ an: this took me way too long sorry guysss

you hadn’t seen rafe for a while, it felt like an eternity. it had only been two days yet it felt like weeks.

occasionally you’d hear evelyn’s giggles and shrieks from the backyard but you figured you should maybe let them settle into their new house before throwing yourself at rafe.

it was a nice morning, not too warm, not too cold. you made your usual coffee and sat in the living room, contemplating wether you had the energy to do the weekly grocery shop.

you didn’t.

the sound of the doorbell snaps you out of your self deprecating thoughts and you get up and open the door, you’re met with drew’s smiling face and evelyn’s sweet giggles.

“hey…” rafe smiles, hitching evelyn up on his hip as she wriggles. you return the bright smile, suddenly becoming very aware of how tiny your pyjamas were. you subtly cover your chest with your arm, leaning against the doorway.

“hey… you need something?” you ask, wondering what he was doing at this time in the morning.

“evelyn wanted to come and see the ‘pretty lady with the flowers’… so we came to see the pretty lady with the flowers.” he chuckles, gently pinching evelyn’s cheek as she becomes shy.

“aww that’s sweet, honey…” you chuckle, smiling at evelyn as she tries to hide in rafe’s chest.

his big, toned chest.

“um… i also wondered if you wanted to come over for drinks…?” rafe snaps you out of your thoughts yet again. “i just- i think you’re a really sweet girl… i thought drinks would be nice…”

“yeah, that would be nice” you smile, heart skipping a beat when you realise you’re going to be in the same room as him, alone.

“is tonight okay? my parents are taking evelyn… so it would just be us two” he says, his eyes roaming over your body.

“yeah, of course…” you nod, not being able to hold back the smile spreading across your face. “i’ll be there, what time?”

“uhh” he scratches the back of his neck, “is six okay with you?”

“mhm, yeah�� perfect…” you agree. making plans with a man has never been this easy, they’re usually so indecisive. rafe seems so mature compared to your exes.

“okay, see you then, sweetheart…” he smirks, turning away and walking back towards his house, evelyn waving to you from over his shoulder.

you wave back with a wide grin, trying to act like that nickname didn’t almost make your knees buckle. god this man has you wrapped around his finger.

-

you put on some comfy jeans and a cute top, you didn’t want to get too dressed up as you were only going to his house but you didn’t want to turn up in sweats and a hoodie.

checking the time, put your lipgloss on and head out the door.

you walk slowly to his house, you don’t want to seem too eager and show up at exactly six o’clock… maybe he wants that…?

deciding to speed up your walk a little, checking the time again… a minute past six, that will do. you ring the doorbell, stepping back a little and waiting.

your heart thuds in your chest when you hear the lock turn, it feels like it’s going to drop out of your ass. that is definitely a possibility right now.

the door swings open and there he is, wearing some dark wash jeans and a polo shirt. you both had the same idea when it came to the outfits, perfect.

“come in…” he steps to the side and you smile and walk in. the house is exactly like yours, layout wise. just a little messier considering he just moved in and has a toddler living with him.

“you look really pretty, by the way…” he smiles as he shuts the door. “i mean- you looked pretty when you were covered in soil… and when you were fresh out of bed. damn, i’m always catching you at the worst times that must be so annoying.” he scratches the back of his head and his eyebrows furrow as he replays the last two meeting in his head.

“no, it’s not annoying” you chuckle, “don’t worry about it”

he walks into the living room, a bottle of wine already sat on the coffee table with a glass each side of it. you sit down on the sofa, your belly fluttering as you feel the sofa dip beside you when he sits down.

“uh- this is hard when i don’t have evelyn talking for me…” he chuckles, the sentence coming out more self deprecating than he had meant it to.

“she’s a little chatterbox, for sure” you giggle as rafe grabs the wine bottle, filling it up half way for each of you. you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip, humming when you taste it.

“i don’t usually like wine but this is good…” you nod, sipping it again. rafe leans back against the back of the couch, smirking slightly. you can’t help but notice the way his legs spread as he gets comfortable.

god he’s insane.

“so… do you mind if i ask where evelyn’s mom is…?” you ask carefully, not sure how he’s going to react to the question.

“uh… she’s not around…” he clears his throat, his knee bouncing slightly, “she got pregnant after a hookup… had evelyn and then… just upped and left…” he explains, his voice low with slight anger and upset.

“oh i’m so sorry that happened…” you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you try to think of something to say.

way to go and ruin the conversation…

“don’t feel bad…” he shakes his head, “i think it turned out better without her, she was kinda crazy. i just feel bad that evelyn is growing up with out a mother figure…” he sighs.

“you’re doing a really good job, you know…” you reassure him, “she’s a bright girl, really sweet.” you add, you’re not lying. she’s a cute little girl.

“yeah… i’m pretty proud of myself…” he chuckles, that handsome smile covering his face again.

“you should be… you’re an amazing dad…” you smile, rubbing his shoulder without even thinking about it.

is this wine liquid courage or something? if it is, you should down the whole bottle.

you bring the glass back to your lips and take a bigger sip this time.

“i know i keep saying this… but you’re so beautiful.” rafe smiles, a red flush tinting his cheeks. “you’re all soft and sweet…”

you feel your face get hot and it’s not from the alcohol.

before you can even process anything, rafe’s lips are on yours. his hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer, goosebumps swarm every part of your body at his firm but soft touch.

your stomach is swarmed with butterflies as his lips move softly against yours. the kiss is warm and passionate, like he’s releasing his pent up attraction into it.

he pulls away, resting his head against yours. his breath warm against your lips.

“sorry… couldn’t help myself…” he chuckles, a small smirk on his lips. he could help himself, he just chose not to.

“don’t apologise… that was exactly what i needed…” you giggle, making him grin too, pushing his head against yours further.

୨ৎ smut ahead! ୨ৎ

(not relevant to the plot, skip if uncomfortable <3)

his lips smash against yours again, this time pushing you back to lay down. he slips his hand under your shirt, his tongue colliding with yours.

his touch makes your pussy twitch in anticipation, your hips pushing up against him. his lips detach from yours, his breath fanning over your skin as he places kisses down your neck. firm and passionate, yet they still feel gentle coming from him.

“you have no idea how much i’ve thought about you since we met… i hit the neighbour jackpot…” he jokes lightly in between kisses, pulling your shirt off. his gaze drops to your chest, the bright blue eyes you e thought about since you first met him now seeming darker.

“you’re pretty hot too…” you giggle, tilting your head back to give him more access to your neck. he attaches his lips back onto your skin and leaves wet, warm kisses all over.

his mouth trails down your chest and to your stomach, pausing when he reaches your crotch. he chuckles as you gasp softly, biting your bottom lip.

“you okay, sweetheart…?” he asks with a soft smile, pulling away slightly to give you the space to decide if you’re comfortable. you nod, heart thumping at the loss of contact.

he chuckles softly and unbuttons your jeans, slipping them down your freshly shaved legs, revealing the wet patch that had formed on your underwear.

rafe smirks up at you and presses a kiss to your clit, your pussy clenching with need. you’re desperate. hands shaking and legs tingling.

his fingers hook onto the waistband of your panties and he pulls them down painfully slowly, a sly smirk pulling at his lips.

“mm, please rafe…” you gasp, pushing your hips up against him.

“hm… you’re using your manner…” he teases, his voice a low rumble as his fingers come into contact with your soaked cunt. “i just have to give you what you want now, huh…?” he chuckles.

your head feels fuzzy as he rubs circles around your clit, soft moans leaving your wet lips. his head dips down and his tongue trails slowly up your slit, circling around your puffy bundle of nerves.

“mm… right there… fuck…” you groan softly, your volume increasing when he slips a finger into your weeping hole.

“there’s a good girl… let me hear you…” he hums, adding another finger and moving them in and out of you gently. his mouth returns to your clit and gently sucks it.

the familiar feeling of tightness builds in your abdomen, a warm feeling spreading down through your crotch.

“m’gonna cum…” you slur out, the mix of wine and pleasure making words hard to string together. rafe speeds the thrusting of his fingers up and your orgasm washes over you suddenly, your walls clenching around rafe’s fingers and your legs falling numb.

“god… you’re beautiful…” he pulls his fingers away, pressing one last kiss to your clit, enjoying the way you twitch underneath him.

your body fully relaxes as you overcome the overwhelming amount of pleasure, only for rafe to tap your him with a wolfish grin.

“i’m not done with you yet, sweet girl…”

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[coconutjelly]

Crisis, Part 6a

Link to all parts

After sitting down with Bernard, Kon gives him a second to settle into the couch on his own before passing him a plate and drink. Bernard is positioned between Kon and Tim, and Kon… tries to have only very normal feelings about that. 

Once Bernard gets settled, he starts to let the TTK fade, since the whole point of that was just to make it easier to hold him comfortably. An indignant squawking sound and unfairly adorable pout alerts him of Bernard’s opinion on the matter, so he leaves a little of it around his shoulders, sort of like slinging an arm across his back, he guesses?

“Should I be worried about this?” Tim asks them, and Kon immediately feels a blood clot form in his brain from how tense his whole body goes as he snaps his TTK field back to the surface of his own body. 

He mentally berates himself for being so comfortable with Bernard and all flirty, or whatever it is they're being. It was one thing when they were all in bed together, but obviously it’s way too weird to be telekinetically hanging off Tim’s literal actual boyfriend right in front of him. Not that, like, going behind his back would be better– actually that would take him from weird into terrible not-quite-a-human being territory, but obviously he wouldn’t do that. 

He just needs to stop doing it at all. 

Anywhere. 

In front of, or behind anyone’s back. 

…he is not going to think about being behind Bernard’s back right now, Christ.

“Like, do I need to find you a twelve-step program of some kind, babe? Are you going to be having withdrawal symptoms?” he continues with a smirk, entirely unaware of Kon’s personal bro code crisis in progress. “Or should I just skip to enablement and start engineering a TTK gravity blanket?”

He’s…he’s not mad, Kon realizes. He’s teasing Bernard for how much Bernard likes his TTK. It isn’t– Is that– Is that a normal response? It doesn’t feel like Tim’s response right now is being normal, and he’s pretty sure most of the girls he’s dated would not have had that response. Then again, it’s not like he’s the expert himself on dating guys. Or even humans in general, really.

“Hmm, you could try,” Bernard says slyly, “but I doubt anyone could recreate the original Superhug.”

And that is…wow. That is a thing for Kon to hear someone say about the literal clone of Superman, isn’t it?

The one thing that Kon has never been and could never be is an original. His powers are engineered and biohacked. His knowledge was prepared, collated, and uploaded before he was breathing air. Even his civilian identity was created for him by Superman and Batman. Hell, he wasn’t even the result of the first attempt.

“Ha, I think you’ll find there is nothing original about me, man,” Kon huffs, trying not to sound too self-conscious or otherwise weird about hearing that.

“That is not true,” Tim says softly, seriously, and again, it’s like the moment means something to him, that he needs Kon to understand something he’s trying to say. 

“It… it isn’t?” Kon breathes. Because if there is any one person in the world who he wants to think of him as something unique, something worth having on its own - even more than he wants Bernard to think that - yeah, obviously it’s Tim.

The eye contact between them stretches out again like it had in the kitchen, only this time, Kon is aware of Bernard trying to subtly glance back and forth between them. He’s grinning to himself but clearly trying to hide it, probably because he thinks they’re both such big weirdos.

Tim seems to catch the tension, too, because he blinks once really hard, then puts on a playful smile and says, “Of course not. You constantly find new and fascinating ways to deviate from mission specs.”

Bernard elbows him in the side, which Kon appreciates, since he can’t actually tackle him for that comment with Bernard between them. 

They settle into the movie after that, Bernard sitting cross-legged beside him, with his knee just resting against his thigh.

While they eat, Kon lets his TTK hesitantly move back across Bernard, just a little bit. It earns him a delighted little wiggle from the other, but no verbal response. Kon realizes that his other knee is touching Tim, so it’s easier than anything for them both to be back in his TTK field after not too long.

Tim rests his head against Bernard’s shoulder at one point, and it– He can’t know exactly where he’s got the TTK, but still, they had played around with the transitive nature of this ability, and it’s– But it’s not because he’s trying to, Kon knows. But still…

Kon struggles to be normal about the way it feels to feel Tim’s head resting on his shoulder, like he’s somewhere nice to be.

[superbat-lmao]

Before Jason makes his debut as Red Hood, he goes apartment hunting.

And the thing about Gotham is, all of the apartments that would make for good safe houses, are safe houses. The Bat’s safe houses. If Jason wants to set up shop, he’s got to get creative. This means being willing to look the other way about some things. Namely, living with other people.

Jason gets a roommate.

Sure, he’d found a couple of spots that fit some of the criteria he used for making safe houses, but not all apartments were equal. And having a semi-functioning civilian cover was useful. Sometimes.

All this to say that Jason responded to a craigslist post of some guy looking for a roommate. The post was written well enough, decent grammar and a fair enough price. Unlike some of the places he’d “toured.”

He has to trudge up a few flights of stairs to get to the place, because roof access is always high on the priority list, and knocks on the door. He waits a few minutes, hears someone check the peephole, and then the sound of at least five separate locks being undone.

With the door finally open, he gets a good look at the guy’s face. Too good of a look, actually.

Because the man who opens it is Dick Grayson.

[hellokittyish]

part one here.

★ thinking about mutual masturbation on facetime with ex!satoru which starts off with you just staring at him in some sort of daze, wondering what on earth possessed you to pick up the call in the first place. this is a mistake, you know that... so why aren't you hanging up already?

but before you can dwell too long on the answer to that question, your train of thought is rudely interrupted by a particularly loud moan echoing through the speaker.

“mmh… you actually didn’t decline for once," the white-haired menace gasps out, the slick sounds of his hand gliding up and down his cock only picking up in volume as he lays eyes on you. “shit— you don't know how much i've missed seein’ that pretty face of yours, baby.”

“you’re so shameless, satoru.” you mutter, lacing your tone with as much disdain as you can muster; but the way your own hand somehow snakes its way beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties tells an entirely different tale of how this whole situation is really making you feel.

“yeah,” he muses in an unapologetic hum, making a show of tilting the camera down to give you a better view of where he's currently thumbing his leaky, blushing tip. “but… ah— so are you, otherwise you would’ve blocked my new number the second i sent you that dick pic.”

“w-well how do you know i wasn't about to press the block button right when you called me and i accidentally clicked accept instead?” you shoot back through teeth which are clenched partly in annoyance and partly in an effort to hold back letting your own pleasure show on your face.

“nah, don’t give me that bullshit,” satoru snorts amusedly, leaning in closer to the screen and tilting his head to the side, snowy lashes fluttering seductively as his bright eyes stare knowingly into yours. “if you’re not enjoying this, then i want you to show me that your hands aren’t in your pants right now rubbing that pretty little pussy.”

shit. of course he'd be able to see through you that easily — he is your ex, after all. but no... you can’t let him win just yet. so, as subtly as possible, you pull your hand from your panties and hold it up to the phone screen, hoping against hope that the darkness of your room hides the wetness of your palm.

“hah. nice try, baby,” he drawls smugly, smiling so wide now that both of his annoyingly cute dimples are on full display; and it’s deliberate, too. he knows full well they were always your weakness. “...but i can see your sweet juices coating those cute fingers from here.”

and he knows he has you right where he wants you when you still don't hang up the call like you both know you should, instead just shoving your hand right back into your panties and rubbing messy circles over your clit while keeping direct eye-contact with him — trying to beat him at his own game, are you? oh, how he's missed you.

so he picks up the pace of his jostling fist around his cock, candy-pink lower lip caught between his pearly teeth as he tries to catch even a small glimpse of your bare skin through the screen; and god, only you could make him act this pathetic, this desperate. "fuck... please, pretty, y'gotta give me something to work with here. h-how about you pull your top up just a little for toru, hm?"

and you've already let this escalate too far to back out now, so you decide to throw caution to the wind and tug at the edge of your oversized tee just enough so that your bare tits spring free, courtesy to your preference for not wearing a bra around your apartment.

"o-oh, just look at those. i missed my girls s'much. bet you wish they were in my mouth right now, huh?" satoru rasps out, balls tightening to an almost painful degree as he reaches down to pay the heavy, neglected sacs some attention by gently fondling them.

and you, having finally caved and slid a finger into your fluttering hole, can only respond with a soft whine as you reach up to knead a breast with your free hand, the image of his skilled mouth suckling on them like he always used to making your much-too-empty cunt clench around your digit with need.

and that singular sweet, sweet sound from your lips that he's been deprived of hearing for months is all it takes for him to finally bust a load all over his chest and hand, goopy white streaks tainting his previously unmarred pale skin as his entire body trembles with a pleasure only you can give him.

and when he eventually manages to compose himself enough to glance back down at the facetime and realize that you're still trying to reach your own climax, your meek little fingers clearly not enough to finish the job, satoru has the absolute audacity to lean right in close to the screen and mutter out a cheeky…

“hey, if y'want me to come over and help you with that then all you gotta do is agree to get back together with me, baby.”

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[pearlymel]

Frail state of mind

Sum. What happens when you give caleb aphrodisiac candy instead of normal ones on his birthday? Find out in the next episode...

Warnings. fem reader, mdni, use of aphrodisiacs, unprotected, 2.2k words. Also, happy one year to me writing on this account whaaat. Ily.

Caleb feels weird.

Or to be exact, his body feels weird, like he's on fire. Oh no, did he develop a fever? Right when you both were going to celebrate his birthday?

His breathing becomes slightly heavier as he looks around, from the ceiling, to the candy drops, to you, then back to the candy drops.

“how did you like the candy? Sour?”

His eyes narrow, and he presses his lips together repeatedly to catch the after taste of the candy.

It was sour, with a slight sweet aftertaste.

He felt like he couldn't even focus properly with how fast his heart was beating. You definitely noticed the way his cheeks have turned from their usual pale shade into a dusty light pink.

For a long, long moment he just stared at you, dumbfounded and unable to do anything else.

"Yeah, right," he finally said, his voice a bit higher than usual. "Is this your idea of a prank?”

So he did caught on, although slower than he usually would.

“Happy birthday?” you smile innocently.

I'm gonna die, is what goes through his head.

"Yeah, some birthday it is," he muttered, letting out a stifled breath as the heat began to pool in his lower abdomen. "And the side effects?"

He was trying his best to keep a cool head, but it was getting increasingly difficult when all he wanted to do was to grab you by the arm and force you to kneel in front of him and—

"Whaaaat?" you purposely avoid his eyes while slowly taking your seat next to him, "what side affects? They're just normal candies, do you not like them?"

Caleb grumbled under his breath, shifting on the couch in an attempt to relieve the growing ache in his pants. You didn't need to be that close to him

With his cheeks flushed and his dark eyes glued to you, he clenched his fist and tried his best to keep his thoughts in check. "You don't understand," he muttered, his voice dropping a bit lower. "It's not regular candy, I can.." Feel something.

You raise an eyebrow, then your eyes catch the real problem, the obvious erection which looked almost painful.

“you think i gave you some sort of aphrodisiac?” you gasp dramatically, but really, you're trying not to laugh. The effects worked almost instantly. “baby, i would never. On your birthday? No way…”

"Uh-huh," he hummed with an arched eyebrow, now having a hard time focusing on something other than you. He was getting hotter and hotter, and you were still so close to him. So close, within reach.

He tried to subtly move back, but the way his shirt was sticking to his skin only made him more irritated. "Then why does it feel like I'm on fire, huh?”

You place your hand on his knee, “maybe i look too hot for you?”

"You're not wrong," he replied between gritted teeth, biting back a moan when you put a hand on his knee.

"...." you stare at him closely, you're not exactly sure how long the side effects were supposed to last. But you were a bit... Worried.

"are you okay?" you finally break the teasing act to feel his neck using the back of your hand, and Caleb groans at the touch, his body automatically leaning into your hand to seek more of the cool comfort it provided.

With a shaky sigh, he managed a soft, "Yeah... 'm alright."

Truth was, he was far from alright. His skin felt like it was on fire, and every little contact sent a jolt of electric heat straight into his cock. He was straining to keep up his self-control, but it was getting harder by the second.

“something else doesn't look alright..” you voice your concern quietly when you eye the erection he's been sporting for a while..

He spreads his legs slightly wider before his gaze follows yours, and he could feel his face turn even hotter as he realized what you were looking at.

He hastily tried to adjust his pants to hide the obvious tent that had formed, but there was no use. (it's not like he wants to hide it. He wants to show you how much he wants you by teasing you more if he could.)

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to find his voice. "It's... it's nothing," he lied weakly.

You shook your head, thinking to get him some water without feeling too flustered about the situation, “that won't do, I'll get you some water.”

Water…?

Caleb fidgeted with the hem of his dress shirt, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the fabric. "No. I just… need you, please..." he murmured, the word turning into a pleading whine.

"oh," you blink twice, feeling almost stupid that you were actually supposed to help.

He practically whimpered as you just stood there, and he couldn't take it anymore, it was too much.

He reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer until you were sitting in his lap. He then wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"Please," he repeated, his voice shaky and desperate. "Touch me. Anywhere. Just... please.”

"easy, big guy." you grin, moving the strands away from his forehead to kiss the empty spot.

Caleb groaned as your lips touched his skin, your lips moves from his forehead, to his nose, then his cheeks.

He tilted his head back, a needy sound escaping his throat as you continued to pepper his face with kisses. He was desperate for more, his body arching upwards in an attempt to get closer to you, while his hands ran over your body, skimming over your dress, desperate for skin-on-skin contact.

Caleb feels his mind going blank when you dart your tongue out to wet his dry lips before taking his mouth into yours messily.

His every thought focused solely on you and the way your body was moving against his. The friction was both a relief and a tease, causing him to moan again, the sound muffled by your mouth on his.

You pull away first, “be a good boy for me, yeah?” you whisper before pressing another peck to his lips.

If caleb wasn't fully hard earlier, then he is now.

You tugged at his belt, taking it off to help him slide his pants off, along with his almost ruined (Calvin Klein) boxers.

Caleb immediately moans shamelessly with his head falling back the minute your thumb rubbed over the sensitive dark red head of his cock. The slow, sensual rubs makes his whole body shiver, and his hips jerks upwards involuntarily.

“a-ah, fuck,” the words slip out in an almost whiny tone, he could almost, almost cum like this. But he wouldn't, not until you cum first, because that would be selfish of him, no?

Plus he liked seeing you come undone first anyway.

Lost in the distraction of teasing him, you don't even notice his shaky hands parting your thighs, it's only when you suddenly feel fingers skimming over your inner thighs until they found the damp fabrics of your panties, is when you shudder in place.

Without any warning, he rubbed two fingers over your clothed clit, his touch firm yet slow, just like how you've been touching him.

“Caleb,” you try closing your thighs together, but to no avail, as his free hand is keeping one of your thighs firmly in place. his eyes are focused down while his thumb hikes up your dress further to reveal his fingers that's been teasing you.

He rubbed over your clothed slit again, “looks like someone is excit—” Caleb's words were cut off by a gasp when your thumb circled around the weeping tip of his cock, smearing the bead of precum around the swollen head.

You could feel your heart beat right in your ears, the touches is not enough, you need him. As much as he needs you.

You finally pull his wrist away, and at first he's confused, but his eyes widen when you slip your panties off, and biting the hem of your dress to reveal more of your pussy and stomach.

Caleb could faint at the absolute goddess in front of him (you), he should be shot right om the spot for even trying something like this with y—

“honey, hurry, I'll make you feel allll better.”

He done. He can already imagine the wedding bells, house, and kids.

Caleb presses the swollen tip of his cock against your slick entrance. His lips are parted shakily as he rubs it along your slit, coating himself in your arousal, marking his cock with your scent.

When he reached the top of your slit, he circled your clit with the tip, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were a squirming mess in his lap.

“y-you—! fuck, feels good—” you pant, your eyes almost half lidded as his hips roll to bump against your clit with each rotation.

While keeping his eyes locked on your face, he slowly pushed forward, sinking his thick cock into your tight, dripping cunt.

"Ohh, fuck yeah..." Caleb moaned long and low as he felt your walls stretch around him, inch by inch, he slid deeper, until he was buried to the hilt.

Caleb's grip tightened on your hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard as he matched your rhythm, slamming up into you that sent your back arching into him, his free hands are clutching your dress to keep him in check, also sliding up to give your breasts gentle squeezes.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your shared moans and panting breaths.

"Shit, baby, you feel... ungh... fucking incredible," he grunted, his hips snapping up to meet each downward bounce of your hips, and he could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around him, sucking him in deeper.

"Wanna... want you to come on my cock, pips," Caleb demanded, his voice a desperate, needy whine. His thumb found your clit, rubbing hard and fast circles over the sensitive nub. The other hand slid around to grip the globes of your ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh.

Caleb’s head falls back when he feels your cunt clamp down around him like a vice, squeezing and milking his throbbing cock. "j-just like that, honey," he whispered, his eyes rolling back from the feeling of you coming undone around him.

With a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming cunt, and then he was coming, coming harder than he ever had in his life.

"you’re gonna take it all, yeah, pips? k-keep it in there for Caleb, shit—" Caleb snarled, his hips jerking and stuttering as he emptied himself inside you. His balls pulsed and throbbed as they pumped out spurt after spurt of his spent, filling you to the brim until it leaked out around his pistoning cock.

caleb’s head falls back on your chest as he takes big breaths, his thumbs rubbing circles on your sides. and your arms encircles around his shoulders as you rest your face on top of his head.

“… happy birthday, hope you enjoyed your lil gift… heh,”

“i’m giving the candies to gideon.”

[neferaskingdom]

♡ You're Doing Amazing Sweetie | MV1

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: George finds out and the only thing Y/n can do is hide and pray that George doesn't take out Max on track.

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Y/n paces anxiously near the monitors while Charles and Lando loiter as if they had all the time in the world. Charles had his arms crossed, his race suit tied around his waist, and Lando was demolishing a plate of snacks meant for the Ferrari engineers. Y/n had been hiding out in the Ferrari garage since the paddock opened to avoid crossing paths with George.

“Okay, tell me the truth—how screwed am I?” Y/n asks, whipping around to face them.

“Oh, monumentally,” Lando replies through a mouthful of cookie. “Like Titanic levels. Possibly Pompeii.”

Charles nods along solemnly. “Also George is definitely plotting something. He walked by earlier muttering to himself like a Bond villain.”

“Fuck” Y/n groans pacing faster.

“You do realize hiding here makes you look guiltier, right?” Lando says, biting into another cookie

Y/n glares at him. “What do you want me to do? Parade around the paddock with a sign that says ‘Yes George, I am the mother of Max Verstappen’s future spawn’?!”

Charles snorts so hard that his espresso nearly spills. “Please don’t. George would spontaneously combust.”

“Plus technically speaking this is your fault,” Lando says, jabbing a finger at her.

She raises an eyebrow. “My fault? I’m not the one who told the entire world, ‘If it weren’t for the baby.’”

“That part was clearly Max’s fault,” Lando interjects, not looking up from his plate. “But this whole ‘let’s date secretly’ thing? Yeah, I’m blaming you for that one.”

“Excuse me?” Y/n shoots back.

“Don’t get defensive,” Charles says, holding his hands up. “But we told you this would end in disaster. And now? Look at you. Hiding in my garage like some kind of fugitive because George looks like he’s ready to blow up Redbull’s hospitality. You should have told George the second you two realized your relationship was serious.”

Y/n groans, tugging at her hair. “What’s done is done and I can’t change that now can I? And I’m here because I obviously can’t stay at the Mercedes garage if I want to avoid my brother and staying at Redbull is a deathwish. Imagine what’ll happen if he catches us both in the same place. I just hope George doesn't do anything stupid in public”

“Why do you think we’re here?” Lando says, grinning as he gestures to himself and Charles. “We’re like the UN Peacekeepers of the paddock. We’ll keep them both separate and make sure nothing happens today.”

“Like that's very reassuring,” Y/n mutters.

As the drivers line up for the national anthem, Y/n stays glued to the monitors, trying to keep a low profile. George, however, was impossible to miss.

“Great,” she mutters to herself as the camera pans to him. His jaw was clenched, his expression thunderous. It looked like he was barely holding himself together.

Oscar was hovering near George, subtly blocking him every time he shifted toward Max. Y/n couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Aussie, who looked like he’d accidentally wandered into a battlefield.

From his other side, Lando was casually draping an arm over his shoulder as if trying to calm him down. Instead, it seems to piss off George even more as he tried to shrug him off with a sharp glare, but Lando remained latched on.

“Please let this be over,” Y/n pleads at the screen.

The tension only escalated as the drivers headed to their cars. George made one last attempt to corner Max, and Y/n’s heart leaped into her throat.

“Oh no. Oh no. Don’t do it,” she whispered at the screen.

Oscar, ever the unwilling mediator, once again intercepted George, his hands up in a placating gesture. Y/n let out a relieved breath as George backed off, though he still looked furious.

She slumped back into her seat, her nerves frayed.

“Just one race,” she muttered to herself. “One race without drama. Is that too much to ask for?”

The drivers climbed into their cars, and the screen cut to the grid formation. Y/n felt a brief moment of peace, knowing that for the next couple of hours, George and Max would be too busy driving to tear into each other.

f1teaspill posted:

f1teaspill: Tensions are at an all-time high after today’s race! George Russell’s post-race interview took a dramatic turn when a journalist brought up Max’s cryptic baby comment and rumors about George’s sister. 😱 After repeatedly trying to dodge the question, George snapped, delivered a firm warning about personal boundaries, and stormed off.

The paddock drama just keeps escalating. Fans spotted George glaring at Max throughout the national anthem, and it seems like Oscar and Lando had to play paddock security to keep the peace. What’s your take on all this chaos? 🍼👀

Post-Race Interview Transcript:

Journalist: George, P5 today—a decent result to round out the season. Can you walk us through how you’re feeling about the race and the team’s performance?

George: (nodding) Yeah, it was a solid race. Not quite the result we hoped for, but the team worked hard all weekend. We gave it our best shot with the car we had. Of course, as a driver, you always want more, but I think we made the most of the opportunities we had out there.

Journalist: Fair enough. And, of course, today marks the end of an era with Lewis Hamilton’s final race for Mercedes. What’s it like to share this moment with him? Any reflections?

George: (pauses, visibly emotional) It’s bittersweet, really. Lewis has been such a huge part of the team and the sport as a whole. He’s not just a teammate but also a mentor and a legend in Formula 1. Sharing the garage with him has been an honor. I think I speak for everyone at Mercedes when I say we’re incredibly grateful for everything he’s brought to the team and wish him all the best for what comes next.

Journalist: Well said. Now, George, I have to shift gears a bit—there’s been a lot of chatter about some off-track tension. During the national anthem, fans couldn’t help but notice you glaring at Max Verstappen. Care to address that?

George: (stiffens, smile faltering) I wasn’t glaring at anyone. I was focused on the race, like I always am. People are reading into things that just aren’t there.

Journalist: Really? Because from the footage, it looked quite... pointed. And after Max’s comments yesterday about making peace with you ‘because of a baby,’ it’s hard not to wonder—

George: (cuts in, voice tight) I don’t see how that’s relevant to today’s race.

Journalist: (pressing) George, fans are speculating nonstop. Is it true? Is your sister having Max Verstappen’s baby?

George: (visibly bristling, voice rising) I think we’ve strayed far enough from the purpose of this interview. This is about Formula 1, about racing—not gossip or baseless rumors.

Journalist: With all due respect, George, Max’s words weren’t exactly cryptic. He was talking about a baby and making amends with you. Surely, you can understand why people are curious.

George: (snaps, voice sharp) Curious or not, it’s none of anyone’s business. This is supposed to be a post-race interview—not a soap opera recap. The media needs to learn where to draw the line. We’re here to race, not have our personal lives dissected under a microscope.

Journalist: But George, the fans—

George: (interrupts sharply) No. Enough. The media needs to maintain boundaries and stop meddling in our personal lives. I’m done here.

(George rips off his team cap, storms away from the interview pen, and disappears into the paddock, leaving the journalist and cameras stunned.)

Comments:

user: George was NOT here for the nonsense today. That ‘draw the line’ speech? ICONIC

user: Honestly, respect to George for standing up for himself. The journalist was pushing way too hard. Let the man race in peace user: Never seen George this mad before 😳 What is going on in the House of Commons???

user: Why do I feel like this confirms the baby news? Like he didn’t deny it, and his reaction was TOO intense

user: Respect to George for standing up to the journalist, but let’s not lie—he 100% confirmed the drama with that reaction. 🍼

user: Okay, but imagine George finding out about the baby at the same time as us 😭

user: George looked like he was going to deck Max during the national anthem. Thank you, Oscar, for literally being a human shield

user: No but why did George look like he was seconds away from body-slamming Max during the anthem? Lando had to literally hold him back 💀

user: Okay, but the real question is… what BABY? Whose baby? Did George even KNOW about this baby before today?!

user: Theory time! 1. Max and Y/n were dating in secret. 2. George didn’t know about the baby and is spiraling. 3. Netflix is eating GOOD

user: Imagine being George and learning about your sister’s alleged baby from Twitter

user: Lewis’ last race with Merc and THIS is what George has to deal with. Poor guy’s gonna need therapy after this season

user: The way everyone’s ignoring this is also Lewis’ last race with Mercedes 💀. George snapped so hard we forgot to be emotional

user: Lando probably whispered something dumb like ‘You’re doing amazing, sweetie’ while George was vibrating with rage

user: F1 isn’t just a sport. It’s a reality TV show with occasional car racing

Max stood under the glare of the cameras, trying to look composed despite the post-race fatigue gnawing at him. P6 wasn’t what he’d wanted, but at least he’d avoided the chaos brewing elsewhere in the paddock—or so he thought.

“So, the strategy was clearly compromised by the penalty,” the journalist asked, her tone probing. “Do you think there was any way to recover from that?”

Max nodded slightly, his words coming out measured. “Yeah, it was tough. We lost track position early, and once you’re in traffic—”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

The voice was eerily calm, almost polite, but it carried a weight that immediately silenced the conversation. Max turned to see George standing there, his posture casual but his jaw clenched tight.

The journalist blinked, clearly taken aback. “Uh, George? We’re in the middle of—”

“I need a moment with Max,” George cut her off, his tone civil but firm. He glanced at Max’s PR manager with an unnervingly calm smile. “I hope you don’t mind.”

The PR manager hesitated, looking between Max and George. Max let out a quiet sigh, already resigned to whatever was about to unfold. He gave a small nod. “It’s fine. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Before anyone could say another word, George’s hand clamped onto Max’s shoulder. It wasn’t rough, but it left no room for argument.

Max allowed himself to be steered away, his body language slumping slightly as though accepting his fate. George didn’t say a word as he guided Max through the paddock, weaving past mechanics and team personnel. A few glanced their way, their curiosity piqued, but no one dared to intervene.

“Are you going to say something, or are we just walking in ominous silence?” Max finally muttered, keeping his tone light but knowing full well George wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

George didn’t respond, his grip tightening slightly as they turned into a quieter corridor behind the team hospitality units.

“Okay,” Max said with a dry laugh, “this is starting to feel like a bad cop drama.”

George stopped abruptly, spinning Max around and slamming him against the wall. The thud echoed in the empty space, and Max winced slightly but didn’t resist.

“We need to talk,” George said, his voice low and steely, every word laced with barely contained anger.

Max met his gaze, his usual unflappable demeanor faltering under the intensity of George’s glare. For a moment, the air between them was thick with tension, unspoken words hanging heavy in the silence.

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[ariestrxsh]

mean!chris x shy!reader

✰ content warning: smut, sneaking around, pornography, masturbation, oral(m & f!receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, enemies to lovers

✰ summary: the morning after you and chris share a mutual masturbation session together, you both have to act normal around his suspicious brothers. the tension grows even thicker when the two of you are left alone all afternoon.

Idk who first wrote mean!chris or shy!reader, so I can't give proper credits, but I feel like it's been done before. I can't claim this is an original AU, but I hope you enjoy the fic! Credits to everyone who did it before me! ✰

dividers by @/anitalenia

Lights Turned On

chapters: | 1 | 2 |

The next morning, the sound of the heater kicking on woke you up around 9 a.m. You were on the hard living room floor with Matt to your right, beginning to stir. Nick was already up and making coffee in the other room, the aromatic scent drifting through the air.

You shivered, tugging your wool blanket up to your chin. Sunlight was beginning to pour in through the big window, lighting up the front of the house. You yawned, the detailed memories from the night before flooding back to you - Chris, walking in on him, seeing him naked for the first time, finishing beside him.

You almost had to ask yourself if it was all a dream, but when your tired eyes fluttered opened, Chris was descending the stairs. He was in a sweater and flannel pajama pants, and he was holding a laundry basket with his sheets in it. There was a part of you that felt hurt when he didn't even glance in your direction.

"You piss the bed or something?" Matt teased Chris, motioning towards the basket full of his bedding.

"Fuck off," Chris hastily mumbled under his breath on his way to the laundry room. You quickly turned away and blushed, knowing he was probably washing them because of the mess you made on them. It definitely wasn't a dream, but you were better off pretending it was, that way you didn't bring any attention to the situation.

Matt shifted around in the blankets, rubbing his eyes and turning to face you. "Hey, did you go upstairs last night?" He casually asked you. Your eyes subtly widened, and your heartrate started to quicken.

"Yeah, I went to go wash off my makeup," you shrugged, avoiding eye contact. Why was he asking?

"Then why didn't you?" He asked, furrowing his brow and letting out a chuckle as he motioned towards the smeared eyeliner on your eye lids and your crusty day-old mascara. "You look like a damn racoon."

Blood rushed to your cheeks, realizing you were going to have to think on your feet and lie, because after you'd gotten caught up in your little side quest with Chris, you completely forgot the main objective of going upstairs in the first place.

"Yeah, turns out I forgot my makeup wipes and my face wash at home," you shrugged, rolling your eyes at yourself and shooting a weak smile in his direction.

"You could've used my face wash," Matt narrowed his gaze at you. "Or Nick's."

"I just didn't feel right about using it without asking first," you lied, shrugging a shoulder and glancing over at Matt's face to see if he bought it.

"You're always welcome to our stuff. You know that," Matt said, giving you a skeptical look. You could feel the awkward tension growing between the two of you. You could tell that Matt could tell that you were hiding something.

"Why'd you ask?" You wondered out loud, taking control of the conversation. You tried to make your question sound as nonchalant as possible, trying to figure out what he already knew without seeming like you were trying to gather information.

"Well, I woke up last night, and you were gone. I stayed up for like twenty minutes before I fell back asleep, but you never came back down. I almost went upstairs looking for you, but I dozed off," Matt replied.

Your heart dropped at his words. The thought of him stumbling upon you and Chris and your intimate moment sent a rush of panic through you.

"So, why were you upstairs for that long? Were you alright?" Matt inquired with an almost concerned look on his face. You had to come up with something quickly that would either answer all his questions or keep him from asking them.

"God, Matt! I was having lady issues. Do you have to pry so hard?" You snapped back defensively, knowing he wouldn't want to press further. You threw the blanket off in annoyance as Matt mumbled an apology to you.

You almost felt bad for being snippy with him, but you didn't know any other way to handle the situation in the moment without incriminating yourself, so you doubled down. You got up with a huff and headed to the kitchen to join Nick.

"Coffee?" Nick offered, glancing over at you, already refilling his Keurig with water in anticipation that you were going to say yes. You weren't the type to ever turn down a cup of coffee.

"Sure, thanks," you accepted, giving him a warm smile. Nick grabbed you a french vanilla kcup and your favorite mug out of the cabinet and started brewing a cup for you.

You peered through the doorway that connected the kitchen to the laundry room as Chris pulled his sweater off over his head and tossed it into the wash with his bedding. His intense blue eyes met yours for just a moment, but his expression was completely unreadable.

You loved how mysterious he was, but you also hated it, and you especially hated how much you loved it. You were usually good at reading people, but Chris' mannerisms, his expressions, and his tone, all left you with more questions than answers.

He went back to loading up the washing machine, but he started subtly flexing, enjoying the attention you were giving him even if he was really good at acting like he didn't notice. You dropped your gaze to the way his pajama pants hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his black Calvin Klein underwear. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants.

"Did you hear me?" Nick inquired, breaking you out of your dirty thoughts that you were entertaining about his brother.

"Huh?" You asked, not realizing he had been speaking to you or that you had been subconsciously holding your breath the whole time. Nick glanced at where you were looking and back at you, giving you a confused look as if he could tell what you were thinking.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about all the laundry I have to get done," you nervously responded, quickly pulling your gaze away from Chris' bulge.

"You're good," Nick replied. "I was just letting you know I'm leaving for my Space Camp meeting soon, and Matt's coming with me if he ever gets his ass up," Nick chuckled, looking over his shoulder into the living room where Matt still laying on the floor on his phone. You snorted at Nick's comment.

"You can come if you want, but it might be a little boring. You're also free to just hang out here as long as you don't mind being stuck here with Chris."

You shrugged, trying to act like you weren't dying to stay back. "I don't mind hanging out here," you told Nick, taking your cup of coffee from him once it was done brewing. Nick took his mug with him into the living room, saying something to Matt about him being the laziest person he's ever met.

You wandered over to the boys' fridge to get some milk for your coffee. You reached down and picked up the carton, and when you turned to close the fridge door, Chris' blue eyes met yours as he was preparing his own cup of coffee a few feet away.

He shook his head and let out a soft scoff. "Gonna stay and hang out here with me all day? Thought you had laundry to do," he joked, giving you a smirk to let you know that he'd noticed you checking him out.

Your palms began to sweat, nearly losing your grasp on the milk in your hand. You could hardly hear Nick and Matt arguing or the sound of the Keurig brewing over your heart hammering away. Chris leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he licked his lips.

"You better put your eyes back in your head before one of my brothers catches you staring at me like that," Chris warned you, reaching down the front of his underwear and adjusting his hardening cock. Your gaze followed his wandering hand for just a moment before you caught yourself staring.

You blushed, averting your eyes to the two boys in the other room. Matt was still laying on the floor, bickering back and forth with Nick about how long it would take him to get ready.

"I've already called the Uber. They're like ten minutes away!" Nick rolled his eyes, standing over Matt with one hand on his hip, and his other hand looped through the handle of his ceramic mug. "You think I can't get ready in ten minutes?" Matt scoffed, finally climbing to his feet.

You turned your attention back to Chris, who was taking a step towards you, your stomach fluttering as he got close to you, thinking for a moment that he might kiss you. "You gonna do something with it or just stand there?" He smirked, towering over you.

"Do something with it?" You reiterated, your breath growing shallow as you peered up into his perfect blue eyes. Was he asking you to..?

"The milk, you little pervert," he chuckled, looking down at the carton you still held in your trembling hand. He took it from you without waiting for you to answer. He poured a bit into his steaming hot coffee and turned back to you, handing you back the milk. He brought his mug to his lips and took a sip from it, holding eye contact with you. You'd never been so jealous of a cup of coffee before.

"I had fun last night," he said, finally addressing the elephant in the room, "but if you're hoping for another show, just know, the first one may have been free, but the next one's gonna cost ya." Chris winked, gently brushing past you as he walked off in the other direction, heading towards his room.

Your jaw dropped, and you peered back over your shoulder at Chris as he ascended the stairs, admiring his back muscles. You could hardly wait for Nick and Matt to leave to figure out exactly what Chris meant by that little comment.

A few minutes later, you said your goodbyes to Nick and Matt, wishing Nick luck with his brand deal and apologizing to Matt for snapping on him earlier.

You took a shower in the upstairs bathroom after they left, finally washing the old makeup from your face and letting the hot water run down your back. The whole time you stood under the shower head, rinsing the shampoo from your hair, your mind was swimming with thoughts of Chris, replaying last night's events and anticipating what today would be like now that the two of you had the house to yourselves.

You spent a little extra time in the shower, scrubbing yourself and shaving all your body hair, trying to convince yourself you weren't doing it in case Chris wanted to have sex with you, even though you knew you were.

Suddenly, you heard the bathroom door open and close, which startled you and caused you to knick your ankle with your razor. "Shit," you whispered, watching the bit of blood color the water before swirling down the drain.

"Gonna use up all the hot water before I can get a shower in, huh?" Chris snorted as you heard the sound of the faucet running.

"W-What are you doing in here?" You managed to get out, stumbling over your words.

"Using my bathroom," he scoffed as if it weren't the most obvious answer in the world.

"You can't just barge in here," you argued, peeking out from behind the shower curtain at the shirtless boy who was applying some toothpaste to his toothbrush.

"You mean, like you did to me last night?" Chris winked at you and started brushing his teeth. You pulled the curtain closed again with a huff and went back to shaving your legs.

A couple minutes later, you heard Chris spit into the sink, rinse off his toothbrush, and knock the excess water off of it. You thought he was just about to leave when you heard the toilet lid open and the sound of Chris emptying his bladder just a few feet from you.

"Ew, are you peeing in here right now!?" You exclaimed.

"Yeah? So?" He nonchalantly asked, shrugging.

"You're disgusting," you shot back, rolling your eyes.

"If I'm so disgusting, why do you want me so bad then?" He teased you. You couldn't even think of a witty comeback. Instead, you scoffed at him loudly and waited for him to flush before you shut off the water. At least he washes his hands, you thought as you heard the faucet running again.

"Can you hurry up?" You asked. "I'm done with my shower. I'm ready to get out now."

"Then get out," he responded. You poked your head out from behind the shower curtain and gave him an unamused look. "What? You got to see every inch of me last night." Chris leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your gaze flickered between him and your towel that was slung over the rack across the room. He smirked at you and reached for your towel, handing it to you. You snatched it out of his hand and started drying off behind the curtain. You wrapped the towel around your chest and stepped out onto the bath mat, your eyes meeting Chris'.

"Why are you still in here?" You retorted, glaring.

"Just waitin' for my turn to use the shower. Didn't expect ya to take all damn day," Chris sneered back. His gaze danced over you, eyeing you up and down as you wiped away the condensation on the mirror with your hand.

"You're bleeding," Chris observed. You glanced down at your ankle and the drop of blood that was slowly running down your skin. "Here, hop up on the counter," he told you, moving closer towards you, grabbing you by your waist and spinning you around.

He lifted you by your hips, propping you up on the ledge of the granite countertop, your heart skipping a beat. Your gaze met his for a moment. He reached around you to grab a bandaid out of the drawer and a tissue from the kleenex box beside you.

He kneeled down in front of you, wiping away the bit of blood that dripped down your the side of your foot and carefully placed a bandaid on your cut. His hand gently brushed over your freshly shaven leg as he stood back up.

"There," he softly cooed, both of his hands resting on the countertop and his face just inches from yours. "I'm gonna go take a shower. By the time I'm done, I want you completely naked on my bed, legs spread, touching yourself to your favorite kind of porn," he lowered his voice, searching your face for a reaction.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your eyes widened, and you could feel your cheeks flush as he spoke. You turned your head away, avoiding eye contact. "You hear me?" He wondered aloud, tipping your chin up to face him again. "You got to watch me last night. Now it's my turn to watch you." His intense blue eyes bore into yours.

Your breath was caught in your throat. Any boldness you had the night before was completely diminished when he spoke to you like that, his body draping over yours as you sat there in your towel. All you could do was nod.

Chris took a step back, dropping his bottoms with a smirk. You glanced down almost as a reflex but quickly turned away to leave the room. You heard the shower kick on behind you.

You walked down the hall, completely embarrassed by what Chris had asked you to do - and admittedly, a little turned on by it at the same time. When you walked into Chris' room, you noticed a vanilla-scented candle lit on his bedside table next to his lamp.

Your eyes wandered to the new, fresh sheet he had on his bed. You finished drying off, letting your towel drop to the floor. You laid on the clean linen, propping yourself up against his headboard with a soft pillow behind you. You nervously bit down on your lip, preparing to do what Chris had told you he wanted you to be doing when he walked in.

Your palms started sweating, and your face grew hot. You opened your phone, scrolling through some porn when a lesbian video caught your eye. You clicked on it, your stare locked onto the two women and the way they started kissing and undressing each other.

Your hand wandered south, your fingers drawing closer to your heat as the scene played out in front of you. After the two of them made out for a few minutes, the video started to get even more steamy. Their hands roamed each other's bodies and their mouths, too.

You watched as one woman started sucking on the other woman's neck, slowly moving down to her collarbone and then to her breast. She took the woman's nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She trailed kisses down her stomach, parting her thighs, and started gently licking her between her legs.

A soft moan unfurled from your lips as you started gently rubbing your clit in circles. You were so enthralled with the hot scene and how good your hand felt that you nearly forgot you were in Chris' bed or that he could walk in on you any minute.

You started going at it faster now, your breath quickening and your fingers making tighter, more fervent circles as you listened to the heavenly sounds the girl made while she was being eaten out. That's when Chris appeared in the doorway, leaning up against the doorframe with his towel hung loosely around his hips as he watched in awe.

You didn't notice him yet, too caught up in what you were doing, your body squirming beneath your own touch. His voice startled you when he finally spoke. "Look at you," he quietly said, smirking, his gaze fixed on you. He stepped forward, running his fingers through his damp hair, a few water droplets rolling down his chest.

He approached the side of the bed and gently brushed the back of his hand against your flushed cheek. "What do we have here?" He inquired, peeking over at your phone screen and raising an eyebrow at what he saw. You immediately grew self-conscious and started to close your legs. "Ah, ah, ah," Chris cooed, "keep 'em open."

He gently wedged your knees apart again with his strong hands, his eyes dancing over your breasts and your glistening pussy that you continued to toy with. "You're watchin' girls, huh?" He sweetly asked, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy.

You bit down on your lip and nodded, still drawing lazy, slow circles on your clit. "What do you like about girls?" He asked, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face as he watched the video alongside you.

"They're soft and sensual, and they just know what they're doing more than boys do," you admitted, your eyes still fixed on your phone screen and the way the two girls were interacting with one another.

"They know what they're doing more than boys do, hmm?" Chris repeatedly you, sounding skeptical. "You really believe that?" You nodded, your eyes flickering up at his. He let out a low chuckle.

"We'll see about that," he smirked, taking your phone from you, shutting off the screen, and tossing it to the side. "C'mon. I'm your entertainment now. Let's put that mouth of yours to good use, hmm?" Chris softly purred, dropping his towel.

His hard cock sprung out at eye-level with you, and he gently placed his palm on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your locks. He gripped you by the underside of your hair, guiding you towards his swollen tip. He pressed it up against your full lips, watching it slowly disappear behind them.

He let out a relieved sigh, a smile curling on his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, too nervous to look directly at him. He softly chuckled at your timid nature.

"C'mon. Look at me, pretty girl. Don't get all shy on me," he softly whispered, coaxing you to meet his gaze with yours. "That's it," he hissed as you slowly peered up at him, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. He looked like a God, standing over you, his perfect skin glistening from his shower.

You softly moaned around his length, the vibration causing him to twitch in your mouth and involuntarily tighten the grip on your head. He watched you through heavy lidded eyes, his jaw dropping as you took him further.

He reveled in the sight of you looking up at him with his cock buried behind your soft, wet lips. "Good fuckin' girl," he rasped, gently rocking his hips forward, taking in the view.

His gaze travelled between your legs, admiring the way your fingers traced your clit. "Fuck, you look so good like this," Chris hoarsely whispered. "Wonder what Matt and Nick would think if they knew I had you like this right now," he smirked, his words causing you to clench around nothing.

You hummed around his perfect cock, feeling it spasm against your lips. He tipped his head back for a moment, his blue eyes rolling back as a few pleasured sounds poured from him. You could feel him throbbing as your tongue traced every vein.

You could tell he was already close, and it took every ounce of willpower for him to hold his hips still. He grabbed you by your hair and slowly pulled you off of him. "Fuck," he whispered, his cock twitching at the loss of contact.

He brought his attention back to the way your hand was moving fervently between your legs. He slowly paced over towards the foot of the bed to get a better view of you touching yourself for him. "So wet, aren't you?" He purred, slowly lowering his head between your thighs. Your heart raced, anticipating his next move.

"Put your fingers inside," Chris ordered you, his hot breath hitting your cunt as he spoke, causing your toes to curl. "You heard me. Put them inside," he repeated. You nodded, taking two of your fingers, placing them at your entrance, and slowly pushing them in. A soft whimper escaped your lips as your knuckles disappeared into your hole. "Fuck yeah. That's it. Now fuck yourself with them. Hard."

You did as he said, pistoning your fingers in and out of your pussy, the wet, languid sounds filling the room. Your breath grew ragged and your moans grew louder. Chris licked his lips, his gaze fixed on your glistening cunt.

"Stop," he said suddenly. You halted your movements, giving him an inquisitive look as you slowly removed your fingers. He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling your heat closer to his face. He placed his strong hands on the back of your legs, pinning your knees to your chest and nearly folding you in half.

Without warning, he started slowly and seductively tracing your folds with his tongue. You pinched your eyebrows together, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against his soft pillow. "Oh, no you don't. Eyes on me," he ordered you.

You peered down at him with a glazed over expression, eager to do whatever he said even if it was out of your comfort zone. You watched his tongue slither out from behind his lips once more, and he started flicking it against your clit. "Oh!" You whimpered, your body jolting at the sensation.

He chuckled against your heat, watching you writhe around. He closed his lips down around your sensitive bud, alternating between tenderly suckling on it and licking it. He rolled his soft and velvety tongue against you, your wetness starting to drip down his chin.

"Chris.." you squealed. He hummed against you, vibrations reverberating through your whole body. You kept your eyes fixed on him the whole time, his blue eyes that were staring into your soul and his quick tongue that were just about to fall apart on. He pulled away just before you could.

You let out a disappointed sigh, your climax ripped out from under you before you could reach the point of no return.

You watched Chris position his length at your entrance. Your eyes and your mouth widened as he started slowly dragging his pink tip up and down your folds, teasing your slit. He shot you a smirk as he finally sunk it in, ripping a few satisfied sounds from your core.

Your walls enveloped him, accepting him and sucking him in as he pushed a bit deeper. A guttural sound left his lips as you stretched around his throbbing member. "God, your pussy is perfect," he purred, slowly rolling his hips back and forth. "Takin' me like a good girl, aren't you?" He grabbed your left leg and slung your ankle over his shoulder to get a deeper stroke.

"Oh, my god," you sharply gasped, feeling his tip kissing your cervix over and over again. It wasn't just his size, but the way he fucked - the way he stirred his hips into you, the way he angled himself inside of you, and the way his thrusts were sensual and slow but incredibly powerful nonetheless.

"Feel that? You like that?" He seductively asked you, his fingertips gliding over your thigh as he pushed into you once more.

"Yes! Right there," you moaned, not worrying about your volume, considering the two of you had the house to yourselves. Each restrained movement he made drove you crazy. You knew he was holding back - taunting you. You grasped for Chris' soft sheets beneath you, desperate for something to anchor you.

Chris bent your knee and pressed it into your chest as he burrowed himself deeper, using all his body weight with each skillful plunge. "So fuckin' pretty when you're about to fall apart on my cock," he told you through his breathlessness, tenderly placing a hand on your face as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You could feel your cheek grow warm under his touch. You giggled, breaking eye contact and turning away. "C'mon, eyes right here. I wanna see your pretty face when you finish on me," Chris whispered, tilting your chin to face him again.

As if there were a magnet drawing you each closer to one another, the space between your lips and his started to close in on itself. He moaned into your mouth, his breath mixing with yours. The sloppy sound of you two kissing filled the room, complimented by skin slapping against skin as Chris sped up his thrusts.

Chris broke away from the kiss, feeling you start to tremble beneath him. "That's it. C'mon," he cooed, his gaze locked onto your blissed out expression. You could feel the knot forming in your core, threatening to snap any second now. "Be a good girl and finish for me," he grunted, his own finish line approaching.

"Chris.." His name slipped from your lips as more of a breathy whisper. You came unraveled, your pussy pulsating around him, moans and profanities streaming from your throat as your climax was ripped from you.

Chris continued bucking his hips forward at an unwavering pace, his fingertips digging into the top of your thigh. He fucked you steadily through your orgasm and the aftershocks, chasing his own. He stared down at the complete mess you were beneath him, admiring how beautiful you looked right after finishing.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned you, his facial expression saturated with lust and pleasure, his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes locked on yours. You could feel him starting to twitch inside of you, teetering on the point of no return.

He pulled out at the last second, ropes of cum squirting onto your lower stomach and your pussy. He let out a satisfied sigh before collapsing beside you, his cheeks flushed and sweat dropping down the sides of his face. He turned to face you, a smile spread across his lip, still clearly out of breath but trying to muster up enough strength to tease you one last time.

"So. Do I do it better than girls do?" Chris chuckled, grabbing a towel and cleaning the evidence of what he's just done to you off of your skin. You blushed, your chest rising and falling as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Better than the ones I've been with, yeah," you admitted breathlessly.

"What about the other guys you've been with?" Chris asked, narrowing his gaze.

"Okay, fine. Yeah, better than them, too. Happy?" You shot back, rolling your eyes and trying to hold back a smirk.

Chris climbed to his feet, unable to control the fact that your comment went straight to his head. "That's what I thought," he responded, wandering over to his closet to grab a change of clothes.

"You know, I would have liked more foreplay, though," you admitted.

"More foreplay, huh?" He asked, glancing back at you and giving you a lustful grin. "Noted. I'll do that next time."

Your heart fluttered at the promise of a next time.

You threw your legs over the side of his bed, glancing down at the wet spot the two of you left behind on the bed. You blushed, reaching for your towel and draping it around your body as you started to head out of the room. "I'm gonna go change," you told Chris.

"Good luck," he mumbled.

You glanced over your shoulder, giving him a suspicious look as you stepped out into the hallway. You walked a few doors down and entered Nick's room, pausing when you saw that your bag was left unzipped. You made your way over, kneeled on the carpet, and started rifling through its contents in search of your change of clothes.

Of course, Chris was messing with you. You just knew he had something to do with this.

"Chris!" You shouted, getting up from the ground and heading towards the bathroom. You peeked in there for the outfit you'd worn the night before, which, of course, was also missing.

"Chris!" You exclaimed again after he didn't answer the first time. You marched down the hall and back into his bedroom. "What did you do with my clothes?" You asked accusingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Why do you assume I have them?" He snorted from his gaming chair, his headset already on. "Because they're not where I left them, and you're the only other person here," you retorted, your eyes rolling in annoyance.

"Guess you'd better start looking for them because all you have to wear is that towel until you find them," he smirked, glancing up at you from his laptop.

"Ugh!" You stomped, growing impatient. "I'm serious. Where are they, Chris?" You hissed.

"I'm serious - you'd better start lookin' for them, because I'm not tellin'. You're gonna walk around in that little towel of yours until you find them," he repeated, giving you a sharp look.

He had done this on purpose - hidden your clothes throughout the house. He wanted you like this. He wanted you vulnerable and desperate, in nothing but a flimsy towel while you took part in his little demented scavenger hunt.

The only saving grace was that the house was much warmer than it was when you'd first gotten up, so being in a towel wasn't completely uncomfortable despite how exposed you felt. You rolled your eyes one last time before you left the room again.

You shuffled downstairs, rifling through the pantry for something to eat while you silently asked yourself, if you were Chris, where would you hide someone's clothes? You made yourself another cup of coffee, holding your towel closed with one hand.

You figured you'd either find them or he'd give them back to you before his brothers got home. Surely, he wouldn't leave you stranded in a towel for Nick and Matt to come home to - right?

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it’s so obvious

the boys’ best friend joins them for a stream, and fans notice a vibe between her and Matt

vibe check: best friends that don't realise they like each other etc you get the vibe

1k words

A/N: for the anon that wanted best friends with tension <3 this is super super simple but i kinda like it? lmk what you guys think. im gonna post my drafts here and there so you guys don’t forget about me whilst im being an academic weapon. LOVE U

love and cigs, merc

Matt and Chris had been streaming everyday this week, and today wasn't any different. You'd been hanging out at theirs all day, showing up unannounced as you always did and making yourself at home in whatever room they were hanging out in.

Today, it was Matts room, and you were lounging on his bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone as the boys sat at Matts desk, talking about nothing important into their camera. They were about half an hour in, and the comments were flooded with your name from the moment they went live.

"chat wants you to come sit up here with us, girlie" Chris said, turning round to you and pulling his headphones off to rest on his neck.

"me? why? I'm so boring" You chuckled, loving doing exactly what you were; nothing

"thats what I tried to tell them but, the people want what they want" Matt replied with a shrug, turning to face you just as Chris was.

You chuckled once more, shooting Matt a sarcastic smile and lazily throwing your phone down on the bed just before padding over to the desk. The boys turned back to face the camera in unison, Matt turning slightly less than Chris, as if he could read your mind. You sandwiched yourself between them, perching on the arm of Matts gaming chair, resting on the back with your arm laid comfortably over his shoulder for balance.

Matt visibly relaxed into your touch, turning the chair to fully face the camera once you were comfortable.

"hi chat" you smiled, waving slightly, "how's everyone doing"

The chat was going off, everyone losing their minds over the, although standard to the two of you, interaction between you and Matt.

You and Matt had always been the closest out of the four of you as a group. Since you met you knew that you were the same person in different bodies and you clicked instantly. You obviously loved all three of them and would sooner die than be separated from any of them, but you and Matt had something different. You were best friends, in every sense of the word.

"everyone is losing their minds that you're here, jesus chris" Chris said, watching as the rapid text sped across the screen.

"what can I say, the people love me" you shrugged, putting on your best smug persona that did nothing to hide your giggles.

Matt chuckled along with you, subtly watching your face on the screen and trying to make it look as if he was reading the chat.

"so, what do you guys want us to do?" Matt said

You all waited for a second, reading everyones ideas. Matt was leant into you slightly, arm perched on your leg as he used his palm as a rest for his head. Chris was leant fully forward, trying to read the screen.

"they want us to play dress to impress" Chris said, turning back to face you both, paying no mind to your closeness.

"can I go first?" you squealed, excitement filling your body as you looked between both Matt and Chris like a little kid.

Matt chuckled and shook his head slightly, "go for it", he got up, gesturing for you to take his seat.

You slipped into the chair, settling into the warmth that Matt had left behind and let him tuck you under the desk. He took his headphones off from round his neck and placed them on your head from behind, moving the stray strands of hair out the way as he did.

Chris was on his phone, paying no attention to the way chat was blowing up about Matts actions, how kind and attentive he was towards you without even realising it. You and Matt weren't paying any attention either, both of you fixated on the DTI screen loading in front of you.

Matt was stood behind the chair, arms on either side of you as one hand rested on the edge of his desk and the other worked the mouse by the side of his key board. He was fully concentrated, leaning on the top of your head slightly as his scent wrapped around you. His frame was trapping you in, biceps on either side of your head as a comfortable warmth washed over you whilst he mumbled to himself about it taking 'so fuckin' long to load'.

the casual closeness of the two of you was sending the chat into overdrive, and they were adamant that the two of you had something going on. Chris looked up from his phone to see the explosion of theories rushing down the screen and chuckled to himself.

"they think you two are together" Chris scoffed, "trust me y'all, they're not, me and nick have been sayin' this for years"

"what are you talking about, kid" Matt said, eyes not leaving the screen but his face flooding with annoyance at his brothers words.

"that you two act like an old married couple" Chris said, reaching for his cup and taking a swig of his drink, lifting his leg up lazily and perching it on the arm rest of the chair you were sitting in.

you chuckled, looking to Chris, "you're ridiculous"

Chris said nothing, only stuck his tongue out like a little kid. Just at the moment that he did, Matt had finished sorting out the game for you and stood up from where he was, shifting so he was facing Chris and flicked him on the tongue.

You laughed, a sound that was relished in by Matt and then echoed by him. Chris was making over reacting hurt nosies beside you, playing it up for the cameras, like always.

"m'goin to get a drink, you want anything?" Matt said, pointing towards the door and looking directly at you.

"i'm good, thanks" you shook your head with a smile

"can you get me a-" Chris began to speak

"I was talkin' to her" Matt cut him off with a smug smile.

Chris flipped him off and Matt returned the favour before walking out the room.

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[s0urw00lf]

Try again

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Summary: you get annoyed you cant give Clark a hickey like he always does you

Warnings: smut. Hickeys, scratching, maybe a little ooc!Clark idk I haven’t watched smallville yet

An: i wrote this with a major headache and on my phone so dont come for me for any mistakes please.

The adorable innocent Clark Kent isn’t as innocent as he seems. Clark is very hands on during sex, kissing, caressing, sucking.

Every time he had you in his bed he made sure to leave some reminisce of him on you, a reminder that he’d been there and that you were his.

That’s why you let out a groan when you saw the hickey he left right under your jaw that’d be impossible for you to hide.

It didn’t really annoy you it was just a pain to go through all the stares and teasing but you wore them with pride.

What did annoy you was that he couldn’t carry the marks you tried to leave on him, his reminder that he is yours.

You sighed to yourself as your fingers ran over the purple hickey.

Walking out of the bathroom you moved over to Clark who was comfortably situated in the small couch in your room with a textbook in his lap and a pen in his mouth.

He looked up at you giving you a small smile, his lips curling sexily around the pen. You grabbed the textbook tossing it to your bed and did the same with the pen in his mouth.

His surprised expression made you want to laugh “what’s up baby?” He asked as you sat onto his lap. You pointed to the purple spot on your jaw, “this is what’s wrong Clark” you sighed.

He looked confused, you’d never complained to him before about him leaving hickeys, he was worried he’d been doing something you didn’t like and finally pushed you over the edge, “I thought you liked the hickeys” he said

You shook your head ridding him of any worry “I do don’t worry, I mean I hate that I can’t give you hickeys or mark you up like you do me” you pouted

Clark’s lips curled into a smirk, and his eyes darkened “you wanna mark me up honey” he asked teasingly “wanna show everyone who I belong to?”

You hit his chest at his tone “Clark I’m serious” you say.

By now he was full on smiling, “do it” he says, now it was your turn to be confused, you and Clark both knew he couldn’t get a hickey because of his healing “but you can’t-“ won’t hurt to try” he cut you off placing his hands on your hips. You didn’t move, you just sat dumbfounded. “C’mon baby mark me up. I’ll be good I swear” he says pressing fiery kisses to your lips

And that was all the convincing you needed you melted into the kiss with no restraint, you then started to move down to his neck. Kissing all the spots you knew made him tick, you could feel his growing bulge that he was not so subtly rubbing your clothed cunt against

Clark groaned when you started sucking harshly at the spot right below his ear, rubbing your tongue against it “fuck baby, so good markin me all up” he groaned into your ear making you whimper licking across the bruised skin before pulling away just to we the purple mark immediately disappear.

You whined “s’not working Clark” Clark pouted “not workin? Guess we’ll have to try a little harder then huh?” He asked flipping you onto your back and setting himself between your spread legs. Your breath shuddered at the sight of him pulling your shorts and panties down your legs and discarding them on the floor.

His hand moved to your cunt, rubbing a finger through your wet lips, putting on a surprised smile “was gonna go down on you but your already so wet baby, you get that turned on from markin me up?” He asked

You nodded, he didn’t accept that as an answer flicking your clit with his finger “words baby” he says

Your hips buck aging hi hand as you moan “yes Clark, just want everyone to know your mine “ you say.

Clark hums in response “good girl, baby. M’gonna fuck you, s’that okay? You can mark me up as much as you want”

You moan in response, you didn’t even realize he’d taken off his pants and boxers until the head of his cock met your clit, causing your hips to jerk again.

Clark pushed into your tight hole without much of a fight given how wet you were, he stayed still so you could adjust to his size, because somehow you still felt just as tight as the first time the two of you had sex.

“Fuck honey. You’re squeezin’ me. M’not gonna last too long” he says after you give him the green light to move you moan in response to his words, “fuck Clark you feel so good”

“I know baby” he says moving his fingers to your clit, and rubbing in circular motions perfectly pacing it with his deep thrusts.

You flutter around him at the added pleasure, “god- fuck I feels so good, don’t stop please” you beg

Clark smiles at your pleads, leaning down to your face pressing kisses to your lips. The new position helping him to go deeper making your toes curl and your nails come in contact with his back. Scratching deeply, making his hips stutter “that’s right baby mark me all up” he groans into your ear.

Your pussy flutters again at both his praise and the face that you were nearing your end, “faster baby, fuck I’m so close” you rush out in pants.

Clark didn’t need anymore convincing as his pace sped up and so did his fingers on your clit. The pleasure in your stomach was so close to bursting it was almost excruciating.

“Come on baby give it to me, come around my cock honey” Clark whispers Into your ear, with that it burst, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body, you moaned loudly “fuck, yes yes Clark”

The feeling of you fluttering around him sent him over the edge, he shot his warm load into your spasming cunt, groaning gently into your neck, what you hadn’t noticed what him biting your shoulder until you felt the cold air of where his tongue previously was, “god honey” he says pulling out of you.

You smiled up at him “I think we lost the plot” you joked, Clark shrugged giving you a smirk “we could always try again”

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Ur new au is so good bro I'm so excited to see more! Idk if you so requests but a beach day with inexperienced!reader and bestfriend!Chris would be so fun especially with Chris tryna put sunscreen on inexperienced!reader when he lowkey is being mischievous about it! It's fine if you don't it'd just be so cute

۶ৎ BSF!CHRIS x INEXPERIENCED!READER

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... fluff, suggestive, chris being touchy and horny!

you laid on your stomach with your back facing chris, one eye pinched shut to avoid the sunlight beaming straight at the two of you.

chris had been trying his best for the past hour or so to keep his eyes off you, but it was terribly hard because of the bikini hugging your figure. so why not subtly get his hands on you instead?

“it’s so hot..” you groaned, closing both your eyes while chris fiddled with the sunscreen, pouring a good amount into his palm.

“yeah, it really is-“ he nodded with a chuckle, putting the tube back into the tote bag you brought, before smearing the cream between his hands. “-and that’s why i gotta get you protected so we can go for a swim to cool off,”

you smiled at his words, grabbing your hair to get it out of the way. chris’s cold palm then met your back, gently massaging the sunscreen onto your soft skin.

“we should get something cold to drink after,” you suggested, feeling chris nudge one of the straps of your bikini off your shoulder, before the other one went too.

“oh- sorry.. i just gotta get your shoulders too,” but was he really one bit sorry? he tried to bite back a smirk when you immediately reached to clutch the remaining small piece of fabric to your chest, a pink hue forming on your cheeks which he thankfully couldn’t see. “but yeah, we should.”

he carried on, sliding his hands down your back to smear in the sunscreen, subtly running his hands down your sides.

chris reached for the sunscreen once more, running a smaller amount onto his hands, before bringing them to the back of your thighs.

“w-what are you doing?” you mumbled, looking back over your shoulder to meet his eyes, batting them innocently at him.

he smiled at you, hiding the mischief in his eyes as he withdrew his hands from you. “sorry, i was just getting the back here too. is that okay?”

you stared at him, but nodded slowly while looking back, staring down at the sand. his hands returned to your thighs, kneading the cream over the back of your thighs, even getting as close as between them, making your breath hitch.

“woah, you okay?” he laughed, his deliberate fingers going back to your thighs as if to cover it up.

chris just couldn’t get his eyes off the tiny fabric covering you, how easily he could just tug it to the side and-

“y-yeah, don’t worry.. keep going,” you muttered shyly, your cheeks heating up once more when he reached for the plush skin of your ass, almost hesitantly smearing the sunscreen on.

but when you didn’t react, at least from what chris could see with your back turned to him, he continued. you held your breath in attempt to not say or let anything stupid slip, his careful fingers rubbing your skin.

while you were a mess over his unhurried touch, chris simply couldn’t resist. the tent in his swimming trunks was awfully evident by now, both his palms massaging the skin of your ass. he was forgetting what his actual quest was before you spoke up.

“a-are you done?” you looked back over your shoulder to meet his eyes, and chris immediately picked up on your pink cheeks.

flustered, he withdrew his hands from your backside with a nod, leaving the two of you more than aroused.

“yeah, sorry- i didn’t mean to, i just- yeah, you’re good,” he smiled awkwardly, his own cheeks surprisingly turning a shade of red.

you smiled at him, completely oblivious to the bulge in his trunks, getting up from the towel you had prettily laid across the sand.

while you tried to push the ache between your legs away, you motioned for him to follow you. “come on, let’s go swim,” you giggled, even reaching a hand out for him.

but he denied it with a shake of his head, clearing his throat while one of his hands made its way to palm his rock-hard dick. “n-no, i have to use the restroom- i’ll be back, you just go.”

and like that, you shrugged it off, turning to beeline for the beautiful, blue ocean in front of you. chris’s eyes shamelessly roamed across your form while forgetting all about the restroom, before he felt his cock throb under the fabric, a quiet groan falling past his lips.

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[robin374]

Excuses they have to see you/talk to you

Characters: Kenny, Kyle, Eric, Stan Notes: Hello South Park fandom. (Aged up characters)Not prooread.

Kenny: His poor ass can't afford spotify premium

We all know that this man is poor asf, c'mon. He couldn't afford any app that had anything to pay, I mean, his phone was really old and it was a miracle that it even turned on. As Cartman put it, "he had a potato phone."

He had admitted to himself not so long ago that he really really liked you. He didn't like you in a way that he wanted to have sex with you and just that. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, touch you, see you smile... So, he always looked for any excuse to see you or to talk to you. In class, he sat near you so he could hear your conversations with your friends. He really wanted to be with you.

That's when he overhead your friends talking about how you managed to hack a paying app and got it for free. (It was just an apk but they were still impressed). An idea clicked on his mind and he decided that in the next class he would ask you to hack that app.

The moment the bell rang he ignored his friends and made a beeline to you. You were packing up your things to go home and do your homework, but the blonde guy stopped you. "Hey..." He sounded kind of nervous, you raised an eyebrow confused. "I heard that you hack apps. "He smirked trying to hide how nervous he was feeling. You looked at your friends who were waiting for you, they shrugged they surely didn't tell anyone right? "I mean, yeah, but I can't do it to anyone, they can take down all of the hacked accounts." His smirk dropped so fast, he was about to drop down to his knees and start pleading you to hack that app (absolutely not because he wanted to spend more time with you) Until you agreed to do it. You told to him to meet up at your house so you could do it through your computer and the pass the archives to his phone. That day, he went back home skiping and smiling like he heard the best news of his life. His friend group looked at his so confused, why was he acting as if he was in a disney movie?

Stan: He reminds you of a wet dog, somehow.

He was doing his homework while listening to music, however he started to get bored. Why was homework obligatory anyways? He decided to go out for a walk, he put his headphones on and went out his house.

He felt the cold air hit his face, it was somewhat comforting. He made his way to Stark's Pond, away from his house. As he approached the lake he saw a very familiar figure crouching. He squinted his eyes and he realized it was you. Oh no... He started feeling sick, not in a bad way, of course. He tried to calm himself down, he didn't want to puke in front of you; that would make him look like a total loser! But he also didn't want lose this opportunity to be with you, and alone. As he approached you his eyes turned to the small creature that was between your hands. A small puppy whined between your soft hands as you pet it. Oh how he wanted to switch places with the small canine.

Nowadays, he has that day marked in the calendar beucase he had managed to talk to you and have a whole conversation without puking! Kyle overheard you telling your friends how people shouldn't abandon their pets in the middle of the road. He told that to Stan and both of them started a whole ass FBI research about animal shelters near South Park so Stan could talk to you about it.

After finding the perfect one, he sat next to you at lunch and told you about it. You looked really exicted to go there and he subtly suggested you to go with him. The moment you accepted he excused himself and ran as fast as he could to the nearest bathroom.

Kyle: He relies on you when Cartman starts an absurd debate.

Another day another stupid debate at class. Cartman was now saying how the people of the united states have been living in their lands since the beginning of times. And as always he didn't know what he was talking about. Kyle tried to confront him saying how he was making everything up, but he gave up as soon as he got insulted.

You were getting really, really annoyed. It was always the same thing in history class. The teacher would say what you all were going to learn that day, Cartman talked out loud and started a debate. Most of the time it would be about how the Jewish manipulated everyone into thinking that they were the victims. Anyways, this time was really stupid, and you decided to step in. "Cartman, in which state are we?" You asked out loud, everyone looked at you as if you asked the dumbest question ever, this was part of your plan though. "Colorado, duh." He said with a confident tone. "Okay, the name is in spanish, why? Because the spanish were here before you, and in the east side; the British. Oh, and before that, the native americans were here." You explained calmly, you wouldn't let him get to your nerves. "Oh yeah? And how you explain that I'm speaking english right now?" He fired back with a nervous and angry tone. Before you could speak, Kyle talked. "That doesn't matter, fatass! Just admit that you're wrong, I wanna go home." He said. "Shut up you fucking manipulative Jew!" You sighed and rolled your eyes, "he's so fucking retarded." You said and Kyle, who was near you, agreed.

After class, Kyle approached you, he put his hand on your shoulder and smiled to you. "Thank you for helping me in history class." He was red in the face, for him, you were like a greed god/goddes, you were smart, pretty, calm... He admired you so much, but he knew he wouldn't stand a chance with you. Anyways, you smiled to him and told him that it was nothing. "I just read books, not like Cartman." You said and he laughed.

From that day, he started offering you to go to the library together and suggested to study together. He liked to be with you and talk to you, he felt like he could be himself and express his concers and have deep talks with you. Every night he dreamed about holding you in his arms to sleep. AHEM, he started to talk to you more and prayed to every singled existing god to make you notice him in the same way he noticed you.

Cartman: Your grandma is cupid now.

You always had a bunch of candy inside you backpack. Why? You didn't even know, honestly. Every time you visited your grandma's house she always gave one candy, 'in case you were hungry at some point and you couldn't eat properly.' She always was worried that you had eaten properly, because, in her opinion, you were too skinny. You weren't. It was just her grandma-vision that saw everyone too skinny. You ate properly every day and ate healthy, you weren't too fat nor too skinny. Just how a human body would look.

However, one time, you stomach growled more than usual. You took out one of your grandma's candy secretly so the teacher wouldn't see you eating in class. Unfortunately, a bored fatass- oops sorry, I mean Cartman. He was looking around maybe wondering who his next victim was going to be or thinking about how to exterminate jews without his mother trying to stop him for the 100th time. From the corner of his eye he saw you taking out a small candy from your backpack. He smirked, should he blackmail you? Or trick you into something that benefitted him the most? It was you we are talking about here. In his words, he somewhat tolerated you, but everyone knew that he liked you. He was very obvious with it, to be honest. Like always picking on you or mentioning you into every single conversation or speech.

Now, after class, he approached with that shit eating grin of his and poked you shoulder to get your attention. "What do you want?" You said suspiciously, you knew that Cartman always found his way for everything. "Do you have candy to spare?" Of course he saw you and of course he would ask you to have some. You told him that you didn't have more, which was an answer he didn't like. He walked away annoyed, he really wanted that candy. Or did he just wanted an excuse to talk to you? ... Both, probably both, but the candy had more priority.

So, he started sitting next to you in class, hoping you would give him some. You refused to let him win what he wanted, but after some weeks of him talking your ear off about how he wanted to get elected class delegate or how he wanted to ruin Kyle's day, you gave up. "Okay, if I give you the damn candy will you shut the fuck up?" You whispered annoyed, your eyes darted to the teacher who was boredly explaining some equations, you wanted to punch that smirk of his. He had won the battle. He tried to ignore that tingly feeling he sensed when your hand brushed his as you gave him the candy.

From then on, he sat next to you in every class, not only because you gave him candy to shut up, but also because he got the chance to talk to you and nobody (except the teacher) interrumpted you two.

[thewitchblue]

"So, don't be mad."

Bruce heard behind him. Tim watched with wide-eyes as you spoke. He knew where this was headed, and he was trying to subtly tell you to turn around and shut up. Bruce will have a heart attack.

Bruce closed his eyes to mentally prepare for the worst before turning around and seeing exactly what he's supposed to be "not mad" about. You were holding a toddler. He blinked at the toddler in confusion, and she blinked back at him. She seemed equally confused about him as he was about her.

"Who...?"

Who's the other parent? Who is the toddler? Where did you get the toddler? Why did you get a toddler? What's going on? Bruce was baffled. He had so many questions that he knew he won't like the answers to. You said sheepishly,

"I may or may not have accidentally combined my DNA with Wally's, and now we have a child that we kind of had to adopt and that I forged legal documents for."

You actually had twins, but you didn't want to tell him that. His heart wouldn't be able to handle both of them.

Bruce, for what it's worth, managed to keep his cool. What did he expect when they gave the scientist kid all the ingredients needed to clone? Really, it's Bruce's fault for allowing you to keep the kit Dick gave you for your birthday. He should have known your creativity would've wormed its way into your far too curious brain.

The Flash family have already invited you into their family despite you somewhat accidentally cloning one of them. You actually hoped to have cloned Wonder Woman, not Wally, but you mixed up all the vials and picked one. Now you had two red-haired demons running around. Bruce asked in a baffled tone,

"How long did you wait to tell me?"

You really didn't want to answer that question. Bruce narrowed his eyes at you when you remained silent for a suspiciously long amount of time. You mumbled your answer, so he turned to Tim when you didn't speak any louder. You two are the closest. He'd know the answer. Tim raised his hands in surrender. He really didn't want to pick a side. You would start a war against him, and he's revealed a lot of information to you that he revealed to no one else. You were excellent at making his secrets impossible to uncover, and he'd hate for you to go digging for worse.

You walked away with your little girl in your arms. She's three years old and you've hid her from everybody for two of those years. The Flash family accepted them both without problem, but you had to hide it from Bruce until the Flash family could bond with your precious babies. If Bruce makes you put them up for adoption, the Flashes will happily adopt them.

You texted Wally to pick you both up, but Bruce was ready for a speedster to show up and countered Wally's speed by silently setting up a trap. It worked immediately to your dismay.

"Not so fast. I have questions."

Bruce said calmly with a stoic expression. His stoicism broke, however, when your baby boy slide in as well and rammed into Wally, giggling. Wally gave Bruce an awkward smile and held your boy in his lap, bouncing him nervously on his knee. Wally fidgets often when he's anxious and Batman makes him incredibly anxious.

You gave Bruce a worried smile. You didn't mean to make twins. They mutated like that. They multipled too fast to stop them and suddenly you couldn't. You had to separate the fetuses and incubate them faster than you could stop. You tried to smooth the glare on Bruce's face,

"Before you get mad, I didn't mean for this to happen. Well... I didn't mean for twins to happen. I very much meant to create a clone."

Wally lightly hit your shoulder to get you to stop rambling before you start. You don't need to reveal everything about your lives together.

Your relationship kind of just... happened. You didn't think Wally would be happy when he found out about your twins (by accident, of course), but he was surprisingly excited. Anybody else would have likely hated you, but Wally? He loved his little ones with his entire heart. He didn't even hesitate when he saw the speeding redheads. He knew they were his immediately, but he didn't know who until you tried to subtly call out their names in a low hiss. Where could they have gone? They could have been in France for all you knew!

You were horrified to see both of your troublemakers in Wally's arms. You didn't know how long you planned to hide them, but it was terrifying to see Wally look at you with raised eyebrows while holding his squirming twins.

"I would say I can explain, but I feel like the explanation would be worse than your guesses."

You had said as you attempted to take them back from Wally. Wally didn't want to hand them over, however, and actively evaded your reaching arms.

"Nuh-uh, not until I know how and why."

He said with a smirk. You groaned and rubbed your face in your empty hands. He's serious.

"Dick gave me a DNA kit as a joke and I thought, 'I wonder if I could make a clone like Conner,' so I got a DNA sample of everyone and mixed up all the vials."

You managed to snatch back your twins as Wally processed the information you gave him. He watched you coo over your toddlers and realised he wanted that. He wants to be with you, and he wants to be in his children's lives. He wants to play with his kids and put them in little Flash costumes. He wants to see your smile reflecting on their little faces and hear their mischievous giggles before they run to play in the Russian snow or chase each other like they have eternity together. He wants to see your warm eyes look at him every day and know he's the reason you have so much love in them. He wants this life. He wants to be a dad.

You had frowned in thought when Wally asked to be a part of your lives and told him he was the first to even know about the twins and you didn't really plan for them to ever know their dad.

"It's nothing personal. I hadn't considered telling anyone about them, truthfully."

You mused on the thought for seemingly forever to his superspeed thinking before finally accepting him into your lives.

You couldn't keep the relationship a secret in a family of detectives, but they wouldn't know to look if they didn't have a reason to look, so you kept the relationship silent. You introduced your kids to the Flash family long before you ever revealed your children to your own family. You told the kids to keep it quiet. You called it a family secret, and they took it as a challenge to keep everything hidden from the detectives.

"How old are they?"

Bruce asked with great exhaustion. You mumbled, but Wally answered with his running mouth,

"Three years in January."

You lightly touched his knee when it sped up in a silent way to tell him to slow down for the normal eye. Bruce's eyes unnerved Wally as they stared him down.

"To clarify, I missed three years of my grandchildren's lives. Why?"

You shrugged. You didn't know how to explain, so you simply didn't. Bruce is an intimidating man, and making him angry is like walking towards a tornado. You asked like you already knew the answer,

"Are you not angry?"

Okay, you have a point. He is furious, but not for the reasons you had feared. He was furious because it was kept from him, not because it happened. You said quickly when you noticed his subtle anger,

"You shouldn't have given me a DNA kit if you couldn't accept what I could do with it."

He shook his head in disbelief. That's your defence? He wasn't even the one to give it to you, so he didn't consent to your shenanigans. Dick should have known better than to give the scientist Wayne a DNA kit. In fact, he'll have to call Dick and yell at him later.

Tim was watching with a nervous gaze. He knew you had kids. He didn't know the other parent, nor did he anticipate it being Wally. It felt like a sitcom, and he couldn't change the channel. He couldn't believe it. Wally? Really?

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It's a good thing he likes the Flash family because he wouldn't be able to handle it if it was Hal's kid. You hesitated before asking quietly,

"Do you want to hold her?"

Bruce looked at his granddaughter, and he couldn't help but soften. His anger vanished in an instant. Her big beautiful eyes looked at him so innocently that he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and taking her from your arms.

You subtly helped your son and Wally out of Bruce's trap as Bruce fawns over your baby girl. Maybe he can get used to being a grandpa after all.

[darkst4lker]

crawling back to you. // sirius black

marauders era!sirius black x slytherin!reader

plot: sirius and you had been forced to be engaged by your families with the intention of maintain blood purity since you were twelve and he was thirteen. as time passed you became very close in an attempt to survive the situation together but you didn't expected him to leave you behind when he escaped from his family home. months later you decided to follow his steps and like clockwork, you were on the doorstep of the potters, crawling back to sirius one last time. tw: fem!reader, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LENGUAGE!!, a lot of fluff, mentions of smut (nothing graphic), trauma, abusive families, forced engagement, very slightly unhealthy romantic dynamics between reader and sirius, a lot of angst and trauma bonding. maybe a bit of ooc sirius. low caps on purpose. notes: hiiii, this was supposed to be a christmas special but i didn't got to post it on time lmao, please enjoy it. this has a couple references to some songs!! iykyk, also my apologies for being so slow with requests i swear i am working on them i just can't help writing a thousand things at the same time. AND YES there's another sirius one-shot in the making that will be ready soon!! stay tuned!!

your steps were quick even in the cold, cruel snow. it was christmas eve, and a fast look to the clock on your right wrist announced that in two hours would be midnight.

the truth was that you never left your home this late without your parents. and for the first time the wand with a dragon heartstring core hiding in your sleeve didn't provide the safety feeling it did inside of hogwarts.

godric's hollow was full of christmas lights in every house, but the tears that left your eyes proved that you weren't in the mood to acknowledge the beauty of that special night. unlike the last sixteen years in your life, christmas felt uncomfortable and unfamiliar.

nervousness flooded your guts, doubts of the possible resolutions surrounding what you were about to do. the violent and suffocating memories of better times, or worst times (if you looked at it from the perspective of the person you shouldn't have fallen in love with) were destroying your insides.

and not to mention the ghost of the choice you made, lingering on your face in the form of a bruise you dear mother had planted on your cheek just like a loving kiss.

the irony of the matter was that your mother was the one to blame for all the things that were happening.

she had personally arranged your engagement with sirius orion black when you were twelve. she had made you fit into pretty dresses for all the parties in the black family home. she had taught you to care for him, to like him. she put sirius in your life and now that you loved him, fulfilling her desires, she hated you for it.

but your loyalties were set, and there was no turning back now.

you remembered the night you met sirius, in his family house. grimmauld place was full of pureblood friends of both of your parents and your whole families.

in a display of respect, your parents had put you in a lovely and quite formal black dress. the corset was uncomfortable for a girl your age but for your mother, you tried.

you always tried.

you were born trying.

and in the moment you saw sirius, who you had seen before in hogwarts but never paying enough attention, a sigh left your lips.

sirius was beautiful, dark. an obscure aura surrounded his face features, proving in an instant he had inherited all his family traits and even perfected them. yet the detail that stayed in your heart was the rebellious look on his face that never left even years later.

his eyes spoke in a secret language, subtly announcing he was a miracle of nature, the lion who was born in a snake nest.

and you quickly understood him. from the way his tie and hair were a bit messy, to the glass of wine he "accidentally" spilled on his mother. you noticed every act of silent revolution, and in some way you adored it.

almost by the end of the night, your parents left the both of you alone in the living room while his parents made a tour of the house for the guests.

to sirius, the first words you said to each other were always haunting his home and when he left, he carried them his chest like a knife, a vestige of resilience.

“i'm sorry.” it was the only words you could say. if sirius was angry before, you managed to escape from his temper radar.

he looked at you, a tortured sigh leaving his lips. his eyes now meeting yours and clouding your brain for a moment. the mesmerizing effect the sound of his voice provoked in your guts prophesied the sweet fate you would suffer one day.

“i'm sorry too.” he answered.

the two of you stayed in silence. you were quite aware that sirius was starting to be known in hogwarts as a player even if it was in an innocent way. he was at the age when hormones spoke by themselves and following their counsel, sirius flirted with every person who caught his eye, that leading to some broken hearts.

you were not one of the people he would be interested in and you knew it.

he did not mess with slytherins and he had made it clear thousands of times. the known fame of being blood purists and dark wizards catched up with every kid who followed the serpent path even if you liked to think you were not like that because if you really weren't, most of your friends were.

in the end, you were associated with lucius, narcissa, evan and barty. you had hanged out with regulus multiple times, they were your friends and sirius obviously believed you were exactly like the most of them.

another pureblood perfect girl, raised to be tied to a man, bear an heir and die in the resentful solitude of her own home after a long unhappy and painful marriage.

but you knew from the start that you hated just the idea of it, even if was the life your parents planned for you. in your eyes, every single one of the things surrounding this kind of living was completely and utterly fake from the very beggining.

it was a game flooded with unhappiness, made to drain the life out of boys like sirius and sacrifice the girls like you by throwing them to the hungry wolves of motherhood.

yet, sirius had the typical greed of a young man and you wanted him to live the teenage love you craved to experience too. knowing this, you believed you had found a common ground, a piece to move on this board to save the both of you and help you stick together.

you clinged on this hope for dear life before speaking again.

“we don't need to love each other. i won't mind if you keep dating people .” you said, now avoiding his deep eyes. “the only thing i ask in return is for you to not treat me like an enemy.”

and that was the last thing you said to him before your parents appeared to announce you were leaving, bringing you back to the cold reality outside sirius presence.

after that night, you assumed he would ignore you in school but he didn't. it was a slow process for the both of you but after some time, he showed he now cared for you and you reciprocated.

the couple of times you were sick in the nursery, sirius would come around to check on you and he always brought you chocolate frogs. if he was irritated after losing a quidditch match, you would join the marauders and take him to hogsmeade to cheer him up. for now, you were just two kids supporting each other.

but things took a turn when the rough love your families had caught up with both of you. when your parents pressured you if you didn't had perfect grades, sirius would hug you. and when his parents got angry with him for just being him and sent threatening letters, you would hug him back.

sirius made you realize how abusive were your family and his, and how awful were your blood purist friends.

“someday i will leave my house.” he said to you one day while you were having lunch together in the gryffindor table. he didn't seem like he was joking. “and you need to leave too.”

“i don't know sirius. i'm not strong or brave like you.” you answered. “i won't last outside my home, i love my parents.”

“you can't tolerate those assholes telling you what to do all your life.” he always answered when you had that same discussion. “they're going to ruin you in the end.”

and every single time, you fought back the urge to say that you were already ruined, that this was the life you had.

after a year you became friends, you thought. and when you reached your fourth year, it was clear you both were growing up. he got awfully handsome and a part of you started to fall for him.

every time the feeling invaded your chest, you dismissed it, because you knew he could never love you by just looking at your life, parents and friends and even less if you added the situation you were in.

yet, he was still a man, and you started to caught his eye.

a new tradition settled between the both of you: once per week, you would have a date. more like a date, it was an excuse to hang out together and talk about your problems. it was all friendly, you said to yourself.

it was in one of those "dates" where things would get even more messy than before.

“sirius.” you called him while you walked.

the hogsmeade streets were covered in thin snow, and you had insisted for hours to go to honeydukes but he had been too distracted in zonko's to hear you. now that you were outside, you were desperate to get something sweet.

“i know, honeydukes.” he answered, smilling. “i heard you the first million times you said it.”

“that means you were ignoring me!” you complained, taking your hand to your chest in a gesture of obvious fake offense. then a smile betrayed your little act. “you didn't answered at all inside there!”

sirius softly laughed, and you couldn't avoid noticing the way his leather jacket made him more attractive than you already thought he was.

“oh please, (y/n). you were being awfully persistent and i'm not a man of patience.” he said, jokingly. “would you have rather for me to shut up my beautiful future wife in front of everyone?” sirius added with certain sarcastic tone in his voice and then, he proceeded to softly ruffle your hair.

all he said was an obvious joke, because he was messing with you. there was not a single hint of seriousness on his words and yet they went straight to your chest, making your heart painfully skip a beat.

after a while, you finally entered honeydukes and he decided to wait outside to smoke while you bought sweets. in the exact moment you were about to exit the store with a plastic bag full of candy hanging from your hand, you casually saw through the store windows how sirius flirted with a girl you had seen in hogwarts multiple times. just as you opened the door to come back to him, he gave her a little peck and she left quickly like a breeze passing by.

it was not the first time you had seen something like that, nor the worst. many times before you even saw him making out with different people in hogwarts, but this had never happened in the middle of one of your weekly dates.

after that, you were incapable of hiding your new found bad mood the rest of your date, and sirius suggested in a caring gesture to get back to the school. of course he didn't knew why you were suddenly irritated, but he did noticed that something was happening and his first guess was that you needed to rest.

while you walked back to hogwarts, the bomb in your chest exploded. you stopped on your tracks and sirius walked a few steps before turning, a bit worried.

“hey, (y/n)." he said. "are you oka-...?”

the sudden sound of your voice interrupted him.

“are you really that good kissing girls?” it was the first thing that came out of your mouth. the words came out bitter. “or everyone says that because you just look good?”

“what?” his reaction was truly sincere in the amount of surprise he felt. that was probably the last thing sirius expected to hear from you, but he kept listening.

“seriously, i want to know. are you a good kisser?” you insisted. “because your brains are surely not enough to have the whole school crushing on you.”

“are you calling me stupid-...?”

“i am asking why every single person who made out with you has to talk and show off how good you are.” you continued, still bitter. “because i don't wanna know, and i don't wanna hear it or see it. and i do think you are stupid indeed.”

of course you didn't really took sirius orion black for a stupid man, it was the anger in your throat talking shit you did not thought with the sole purpose of making him feel a bit bad.

sirius made a pause before talking, all the puzzle pieces suddenly falling into place and slowly revealing the motives of your fury. if you were another person he would probably stormed off by then, but you weren't.

and he surely was kind of enjoying this.

“(y/n), are you jealous?”

his question punched you in the face with the strength of a storm.

“no.” you quickly answered. a prideful word that slithered from your tongue in a desperate try to not appear vulnerable, until you fucked up by adding a question. “but why do you have to flirt with girls on our weekly date? you can't wait to get to hogwarts at least?”

a playful smile settled itself on his lips and you noticed he saw right through you. he always did, in some way.

“so you are jealous.” sirius stood with his arms crossed, looking at you. in a matter of seconds, you felt disarmed.

“of course not, why would i-...?” a desperate gasp drowned in your throat at the feeling of getting caught so quickly.

“for a slytherin, you're a terrible liar.” he said, shutting your words off. “but you're right, i'm sorry. i shouldn't have done that in our date.” he was still smiling like a tease.

“i-i-...” you stuttered. suddenly, words wouldn't come out of your mouth.

your heartbeat was feral, and the way he calmly dismembered your worries made it all worse.

“you know, love, if you wanted a kiss you just had to ask for it.” sirius bet was high, he knew it. but he could see that you both needed this.

you felt your brain malfunctioning over his words yet you stayed prideful, not wanting to bend your dignity for him.

“i don't want-...”

suddenly, sirius approached you with brutal impulsiveness and got his final revenge for the multiple times you had interrupted him minutes ago. his lips met yours so fast that you dropped your bag of candy in the bare floor before your hands moved straight to hold his face.

he held your cheeks too, keeping you close as he took control. you were now trapped on sirius spell, and he surely proved how good of a kisser he truly was.

your first kiss, now layed on his heart forever. it would be another thing for him to treasure in the deep core of his soul when he ran away from his house years later.

after your mouths separated it was clear that your irritation was gone. the look you gave to him in the close intimacy of the moment reminded him of a deer with big eyes.

“look at you, it this what it takes to soothe you?” he teased. “a couple of kisses and you're back to normal?”

you started to like the thought of marrying him.

“shut up, siri.”

it was in that exact moment when your relationship took a step further and making out in empty classrooms in the middle of the night at least once per month became a normal thing between you.

yet you knew he did the same with almost every walking girl on hogwarts so your illusions never grew because they were dead from the very start. it was okay. you didn't needed any exclusivity from him, sirius was feeding all the feelings you didn't fully notice you had and he was enjoying his teenage years.

it is okay, you repeated all the time to yourself. thinking about him with another person made you awfully jealous, but it was really okay. everything was right.

you didn't loved sirius black. yes, you liked him, he was handsome, mysterious and charismatic. the obscure aura that surrounded him still had its claws firmly dug into your skin since the first time you met him but still, you didn't loved sirius black.

or at least that was what you convinced yourself of.

then you got to fifth year and your parents and his got awfully persistent with the fact that you needed to remain a virgin until your wedding with sirius. the truth was, you believed that chastity until marriage was a lame and unimportant tradition of pureblood families but before the year ended you and sirius were absolutely tired of your families reminders about "the importance of purity".

in a new form of revolution, sirius got wilder every time he was alone with you.

your nights became the tale of a stygian lion hunting a dragon snake and sirius firmly believed he was hooked up to your venom made of a soft, sweet serenade of kisses drowned in moonlight. but the innocence of it would die one specific night when he sneaked you into the gryffindor dorms while the students were partying in the common room.

you watched everyone drink and dance the night away while going up slowly by the stairs, sirius holding your hand. remus and james gave you a fast yet playful stare from the sofas of the common room and then you looked at sirius, who was distracted.

in that moment, like a melancholic joke of fate, sirius turned his head for a second to look at you. it was quick and barely noticeable but it was there, almost like orpheus guiding eurydice trough hell with the sole purpose of saving her yet carrying enough love inside of him to not resist the ought of looking if she was still there, with him.

once inside the dorm sirius slowly guided you to his bed and made sure to kiss your hands, arms, face and almost every part of you he could reach. he took care of all so you could only focus on feeling every single act of love executed that night.

he sneaked his hand between your legs and talked you through it softly, compelling you to fall apart into his arms. he held you tenderly when he went inside you, trying his best to not cause any pain and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he guided you to your release.

it felt like if he had devoured your soul while allowing you to do the same to him, a ritualistic exchange that from that moment on, stayed on his skin like a tattoo.

you had your first time in sirius arms, and when the sun appeared through the window, you knew that hurting you would never be part of his rebellion.

crying in each others arms after spending nights togehter also became more and more common as he started to fight more with his parents. as your fingers played with the dark locks of his hair before you felt asleep, it was clear that the doom for both of you was near and you could feel it.

“shh, everything is okay.” it was almost the tenth time you said that same sentence in the dark of night, holding sirius head against your chest as he silently cried. “i'm here, siri. we're going to be okay.”

“i just can't understand why they have to do this.” he whispered. “they don't see how much this is hurting us?”

you caressed his hair and his arms locked around your waist.

“i'm not sure what is crossing our parents minds.” you answered. “but i know we're going to survive this. together.”

sirius hid his face against you. his tears had stopped but his face was slightly red.

“one day i'll run away, and i will become a rockstar. and you will write and publish all the books you want.” he said. “we'll be free, i swear it on...”

he took a moment to think his next words.

“on...?” a weak smile settled on your face.

“on james. or maybe his mom.” sirius joked. “maybe on both of them so it's more important.” he laughed softly still having a sad undertone on his words.

you did the same as him, and your fingers interwined with his hair almost like rewarding the way he had managed to make you laugh.

“please don't leave without me.” you pleaded and words came like a whisper but sirius wasn't there to hear them, because he had fell asleep on your arms.

before you could noticed how cruel of a prankster fate can be, when you started your sixth year sirius instantly fleed his home and moved in with james potter.

chaos infested your families. your parents and his were livid, your mother was desperate to find you a new fiancé and sirius started to completely avoid you in hogwarts.

no more kissing, or long nights in each other's company. no more talking and sharing your worries. sirius made clear that you were now in different sides of the coin, and it destroyed your whole world in a second.

but at the same time you were in pain, the situation had woken a fierceness in your insides that you believed you had inside since you were born, but it was repressed for the sake of the peace in your family.

you were furious with your parents for controlling you, with sirius family for what they did to him, and with sirius himself for leaving you behind.

and that was the reason you were now approaching the potter's home carrying all your luggage in the cold snow of christmas eve.

the truth was, you didn't know what you were exactly expecting or seeking. what you did know was that you wanted sirius to look at you in the eyes one last time and acknowledge your existence, your presence, your tears.

you wanted him to know that even if his family didn't care, you were in pain because you did.

so, with your heart in your throat and your soul hanging from your hands, you knocked at the door and patiently waited.

you were freezing outside the house but it didn't mattered anymore. the motivation in your chest eliminated all the doubts you could ever have.

when the door finally opened, james potter face received you. he had a smile on his face that almost faded in disbelief when he saw you.

“oh shit- sorry, hello (y/n).” he said, clearly surprised but polite. “are you okay? can i help you?”

“sorry james, i don't mean to intrude this late on a day like this one” you said, a certain weakness clouding your voice in melancholic chords. “can i speak to sirius?”

james looked at you, not really knowing what to say.

“i- yes, sure.” he finally answered. “do you want to come in?”

“no, it's okay. i don't want to be invasive.” you said. “it'll be really fast.”

the boy in front of you sighed and fixed the position of his glasses. then he gave you a weak smile.

it was not that james didn't liked you because in fact he did, he just had the fear that you were here to convince sirius of coming back home.

a quick and more detailed look at your bruised face, and he realized that was not the reason you were in his doorstep.

“i'll go get him, give me a second.” was what he said before entering the house again, leaving the door a bit opened.

you peeked briefly and a warm light recieved you along with the smell of food, making painfully obvious that you hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.

a few seconds later, sirius appeared completely opening the door in a fast and almost desperate move like if you were going to vanish if he didn't got to you quick enough.

james was behind him, distant to the conversation but still supervising to defend his friend if necessary.

“(y/n)” said sirius, looking at you like if you weren't real.

“merry christmas, siri.” you said, greeting him. the first words you both exchanged in months.

the nickname pierced his skin with violence, the vestiges of you and him were standing strong like an unforgettable oath in the corners of his brain.

your face was wet by tears, a red subtone clouded your face because of the cold and the bruise on your cheek was getting more purple as time went by. his eyes met yours, speaking that same old secret lenguage you now understood. then, you took a deep breath.

“what happened? what are you doing here?” he asked, confused and quite worried. “who hurted you? where are your parents?”

“i ran away from home.” you confessed, answering every single one of his questions from just one clean shot. the sentence painfully twisted sirius guts into oblivion and he stayed silent, thinking what to say.

he wanted to take you in, bring you to live with the potters, shelter you from the cold, heal your wounds and kiss your forehead even if he knew it wasn't that easy. you continued speaking.

“i don't expect you to welcome me into your life again, i assumed you wanted to distance yourself from the part of you that obviously includes me.” you started saying, measuring every word. sirius sighed. “but before we don't see eachother again, i need to tell you what i feel.”

there was a brief silence, and you swallowed back tears.

“i have imagined a thousand times what could be the result of coming here and speak about this, none of them had exactly a happy ending because i know by heart that you don't feel the same as me.” every word hurted you more than you thought. “but now that i've burned to the ground everything i once believed in and followed your path, i have nothing more to lose.”

sirius looked at you and again, he saw righ through you. an understanding smile appeared on his lips, inviting you to continue.

“im listening, love.” he dared to say, noticing you were struggling to continue.

you took another deep breath before speaking.

“i've hated my parents since i was born, im sure of it. and just like you, when they trapped us in this mess, i was livid.” that was it, words started to come out one after the other. “but i was trained to endure so i tried my best to get along with you like my mom taught me. she always said to me that love wasn't important when it came to duty, and that my duty was to learn how to love you, respect you and give you kids. and if i didn't wanted to obey, she would hit me.” you sobbed, and sirius took a couple of steps closer to you.

the nasty mark on your cheek made clear to him that obeying your mother was exactly what got you that bruise. a bruise earned out of devotion for sirius, even if he didn't fully knew it yet.

he used his hand to fix a hair that kept falling on your face, and dismissed one of your tears carefully with his thumb.

“i know you're thinking how terrible that is, because i thought the same every single time she explained it to me and yet, i tried to follow her words the best i could. and after getting to know you better and speaking of our shitty parents, i started to feel things. i was too young to notice but i know now that i've been going trough this for ages.” air got stuck in your throat, you talked too fast. “and i know i am giving it way too much thought, but my point is that i love you. and i've been doing so not long after i met you. i died inside everytime we layed on your bed and you spoke of getting away from your family because even if it was by the will of our sick, twisted families, i really wanted to marry you.”

sirius wiped your tears again, giving you all his attention.

“but with time i changed my mind. i don't want to marry you because we have to but because we have the desire to do it. i really just want you to be happy siri, but before leaving me like that you need to tell me because-...” you sobbed again, and sirius caressed your cheek, soothing your cries. “you need to know that your parents, your brother, your cousins; they may not care but i do, i desperately do. im in an awful pain because i care for you so much that when you left everything fell apart in my life, and now im once again crawling back to you like i always do, hoping that you may want to have me.” you finished your monologue, one that you practiced a thousand times before this moment only to end up saying everything by heart and not by practice.

when you ended up talking, your body finally gave you proper permission to burst into tears. sirius recieved you in his arms by hugging you tightly and that was the first moments of warmth you got after a long time.

“shh, it's okay. you're okay now.” one of sirius hands caressed your back and the other went tenderly to your hair. “i'm sorry i left without saying anything and i'm sorry i ignored you in hogwarts.” he apologized, holding back some tears because seeing how you were crying was starting to make him to cry too.

“i really thought that you would be happier and better marrying someone picked by your mother because i had nothing to offer and being seen with a blood traitor would had ruined the image you once valued.” he continued. “i-i know it's a stupid reason, but what you said years ago sticked with me. you said you weren't strong enough to leave your parents, and i knew you loved them and didn't wanted them to be disappointed so i decided you didn't needed to get your life ruined because of my selfish choices”

“b-but we talked about us running away before.” you answered, raising your head to look at him.

“we did, but once i did it i got so scared-.. ” tears finally won over him and he sobbed. “because i had nothing to offer you, not a home, not a way to protect you and even less money. i would be ruined if it wasn't for james and his family.”

you held him more tightly, as if you were about to melt with each other.

“and the cherry on top was that i truly believed you didn't loved me.” he admitted. “i was convinced that you didn't wanted to marry me under any circumstances. leaving was also my way of freeing you from us.”

you broke the hug for a moment and just like he did the first time he kissed you, you suddenly pulled him closer to smash your lips against his.

for the first time in a long time, sirius black was genuinely surprised. he grabbed your face and you kissed him softly, showing him the love you spoke of was real.

all his doubts vanished in the cold wind, almost like sealing an oath of devotion. nothing in your sixteen years of life would had prepared you to reveal the secrets you've held inside your heart, but now that you did it and he did too, there was no turning back.

you quickly understood that your place, your home, your family, had always been sirius. the only person who understood the living hell you were going through and who did his best to make it better just like you did with him.

finally, the tale of the the snake and the lion was getting a resolution and they were now finding their ways back to each other's hearts like a forgotten mantra coming back from the death to be recited one more time.

“i love you, sirius.” was the first thing you said when you separated.

“i love you too.” he answered, still holding your face.

after a moment, when the both of you finally stopped crying, sirius interrogated you about where were you going to spend the night.

you didn't planned to stay at the potter's that night, but james had listened everything from where he stood and being the blast of sun and sweetness he was, he spoke to his parents and in an instant you were spending christmas in a warm and big house with sirius, james and his family.

that night in sirius room, the two of you layed together like many times before. his head on your chest, arms on your waist and your fingers playing with his hair while your other hand sweetly caressed his back.

this time was completely different though, because the whispering conversation wasn't about running away from your parents or his. this time, for the first time, you spoke of what you felt for each other.

“i love you forever.” he said in one moment. your heart jumped of emotion.

“i love you too, siri.” you answered.

he sighed in your chest.

“you don't know how much i awfully missed you” sirius admitted, moving to kiss you innocently on the neck.

“i missed you too, more than i thought i could.” you said, closing your eyes, ready to sleep intertwined with him.

those were the same exact words you would repeat to each other years later when you finally reunited again, after fate violently separated the both of you and your thirteen year old godson, harry potter, managed to reveal the truth behind the man who betrayed his parents, proving sirius innocence.

and once again you would hold him in the deep night, now inside of grimmauld place, the very house he was raised in.

the house who saw your love being gestated in the middle of a poisoned river.

but now, you both were cleaning the violence, the traumatic memories and the haunted voices out of every wall; writing in the ceiling that a love this strong may never die.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!! i do think the ending is awful oh my god i might change it. anyways, be safe. xoxo.

[zephyrnes]

zoro who isn’t the biggest fan of physical touch except when it comes to you. and one day luffy catches sight of you slipping your hand into zoro’s, tangling your fingers and relishing in the feeling of such simple intimacy. you attempt to subtly hide your interlaced hands by shifting closer to the table, pretending that you’re trying to get a better look at the map splayed out in front of your group of friends. and amidst conversation that continues to flow, showing now indication that they’ve caught onto your secret affection, you miss luffy’s quiet observation.

then the next time you’re all in the room, looking over the map, luffy tried to slip his hand into zoro’s.

“what the hell are you doing,” zoro yanks his hand back, glaring at his friend. luffy, cheerful as always, looks between you and zoro.

“but y/n always does it!”

the room erupts in shouts, a mix of shock and accusations of i knew there was something going on between the two of you!

and you can’t help but egg them on by stepping back slightly, half-mortified half-amused, to reveal your intertwined pinkies. zoro attempts to keep a blank expression, snapping (mostly at sanji) to mind your own damn business. but he can’t hide the flush that creeps down his neck.

the crew throws half-hearted accusations of secrecy at you both, but all throughout, zoro refuses to let go. not if it’s you.

note: i apologize if he is slight ooc..

[angelltheninth]

Caitlyn's Strike Team Hiding Your Relationship at Work

Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, secret relationship, kissing, getting caught, sneaking around, marks, flirting, co-workers

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A/N: Yes, I am including the fact that canonically two of these people (looking at you Caitlyn and Maddie) are absolutely abysmal at this.

VI

Been known to be pretty sneaky when she needs to be, now if only she was better at holding back. Unfortunately, or not if you ask her, she can't help but tug you along when she's going pretty much anywhere and returning with both of you looking a little more disheveled than when you left. To say nothing of the way she proudly wears the marks and lip stick stains you leave on her neck and the collar of her shirt. She might as well shout it for everyone to hear that you're dating, that you're her woman.

CAITLYN

Good at so many things, has so many talents, but keeping your relationship a secret is not one of them. Not from the lack of trying, she tries really hard, she wants to be professional. Yet sometimes she forgets that she's not supposed to call you by that affectionate nickname or invite you into her office. She also forgot to lock her office door and you've been caught in the middle of a make out session, her legs around your hips, lipstick smudged, shirts untucked, too many times by now.

MADDIE

Keeping secrets is her job and yet she is terrible at keeping this a secret from her co-workers. Actually she blames you for this because you're too charming, too cute for her to keep her affections to herself. She can't help but smile and sigh dreamily when you invite her out for a lunch break, or when you compliment her, tell her she's doing good and tap her cheek affectionately. Indeed it's all your fault that she admits she loves you in front of everyone. Not that it was some big secret, everyone knew, she was like a lovesick puppy around you.

LORIS

Would have been great at it if he wasn't completely awestruck by you and wanted nothing more than to shower you with affection. Since he'd been there a long time romance wasn't exactly on the list of his priorities so when it happened the feelings hit him hard all at once. And he wasn't afraid to start showing it more and more the longer you dated. It started subtly enough, buying you lunch, advice from someone more experianced, flowers at your desk, protectiveness, then came the reveal, the handholding and the kisses.

STEB

Actually not that bad at keeping things on the downlow for quite some time. He is the mysterious, silent type anyways, everyone knew he had his secrets, you were just another one of them and one that he cherished the most. Very subtly he would nod his head towards the door when he wanted to leave or pass you notes, letters telling you that he wants to go home early and he would love it if you accompanied him. The only reason you were caught is because you fell asleep while holding hands on a night patrol.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

(DOMESTIC) SANEGIYUU HEADCANONS

Sanemi is ALWAYS the one cooking

I’m sorry but I can only see Giyuu fucking up scrambled eggs or something. Sanemi cooks (or bakes) like a professional

Giyuu having a bedhead (he’s adorable) and Sanemi waking him up by either:

throwing a pillow on his face

running his hands through his hair and a “good morning, shithead”

One or the other, no in betweens

Sanemi usually does the chores like laundry, cooking, etc (malewife<33)

Giyuu can do things if given clear instructions tho

Hmm showering together just as a habit

If either of them were mad at the other (or they js fought) before bed, they’ll probably distance themself on the futon

When they wake up they’re always cuddling though

ouugh yes they share a bed

(it was so awkward at first like “ok… i’ll have this side” but then they got comfy and steal each other’s pillows (so romantic smh))

Sanemi definitely holds a longer grudge

Giyuu gets upset if he gets ignore too long, though, and Sanemi eventually caves

Why do I feel like Sanemi would just take pictures or videos of Giyuu randomly

When he’s asleep, when he’s just woken up, when he’s eating, doesn’t matter

Because Sanemi’s in charge of meals usually, Giyuu only gets salmon daikon once a week (which is already a lot as is, but he begs Sanemi for it so…)

Sanemi used to braid/put up his siblings hair a lot and when the two are cuddling, sometimes he makes little braids in Giyuu’s hair, or pulls it up in a high ponytail (often Giyuu wakes up with braids and his hair gets a lil wavy when he takes it out later)

Giyuu’s the baby in the relationship you cant change my mind. He’s the little spoon; he’s being carried because he’s tired; he’s given breakfast in bed.

Sanemi honestly doesn’t mind (he’s used to this) but likes teasing Giyuu about it

Giyuu has a bow of Tsutako’s (he stole a spare) and wears it to formal places always. (job interview? bow. prom? bow. work? bow.)

Sometimes Giyuu helps Sanemi hang up the laundry but they somehow end up hugging always (Giyuu goes on the other side of the clothing line and ThEIr lEgS juST mOVed By THemSElf)

On weekends, when there’s nothing to do, Sanemi will just scroll through his phone and Giyuu watching TV

Giyuu can NEVER not fall asleep during a movie though. depends on the day but he’ll either fall asleep 20 mins in or half way through

Sanemi doesn’t really watch movies and just slowly turns down the volume then off to not startle him awake

I can see Sanemi just volunteering to babysit for their friends (for free<3) and just having a box full of children’s toys for when they come over

Giyuu once overfed a baby to near sickness (“I thought her grabby hands were for more :(“ - “YOU IDIOT, SHE WAS TRYING TO PUSH AWAY THE BOTTLE!!”) and was thereafter forbidden to care for the children (unless they were older than, like, 12)

After a stressful day at work, Giyuu likes flopping down on the couch and having Sanemi run his hands through his hair and hum a bit, maybe small talk

I think Giyuu is actually an open book and horrible at hiding his emotions (like canonically as a child he was like that, only the deaths changed him sooo) whilst Sanemi is better at hiding things

But like after years of living with Sanemi/js being with him, Giyuu has been able to see small telltales

When he’s lying, Sanemi’s eyes flick every so slightly away (so subtly that only a few have caught it before), when he’s upset, he’s a little clingier or his voice is calmer (though many people interpret it as tiredness), when he’s angry but trying to stay calm he’ll probably have a lot of clenched fists (his hand opening and closing x100) but behind his back haha

Why can I see them both as dry texters tho.

Giyuu tries to sound more upbeat by adding emojis/emoticons but overall it’s basically just “Ok 😁👍❤️😋😚✨🎆🎉🎊🎏🍩🔥” // 😭 yeah he doesn’t have a lot of people to text…

I can also see Sanemi being a little old fashioned in a way, idk… He knows perfectly fine how to use a phone and shit but for some time mostly sent letters (except for casual/small talk ofc)

ok that’s it i can’t think of anything else anymore!!