#and reader is like :3 wow I sure hope these guys can get along!

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

You say "Sun/Moon arranged to be married to someone that's rude to them" I hear "Sun/Moon arranged to be married to Eclipse, when all of them would much rather marry Reader"

THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE MOST CHAOTIC TAKE FOR THE BETROTHED-BUT-IN-LOVE-WITH-A-SERVANT AU THERE COULD POSSIBLY BE. ONE WHOLEASS IDIOT STUPIDING THEIR WAY THROUGH LIFE WHILE THREE WHOLEASS MORONS ARE FRANTICALLY GOOGLING ‘how to tell my crush that I only want to elope with them and forget all about my engagement and live happily with them in a small cottage in the country side for the rest of our lives’

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hello! I hope you are doing okay :)

I am not sure if requests are open, but if it is;

Can I please request Stronger Reader x Gojo, where the reader is almost perfect with everything (beauty etc) and comes from another universe? It would be funny if they were annoyed with each other at first, but then slowly became friends and then maybe Gojo having one side crush xD?

Close win for your great idea, so there you go! Please let me know what you think as I'm not 100% satisfied with how it turned out...Enjoy <3

Golden girl

Pairing: Gojo x stronger!fem! reader

Word Count: 2,5k

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo really hates everything about you, especially the fact that you are stronger than him. Is it even possible to get along with you, let alone like you?

Warnings: Language, Gojo is pretty mean from time to time, kinda enemies to lovers, but no real fluff

He fucking hated it with every fiber of his heart. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you looked, the way you smiled, the way your powers are so enormous. Why on earth do you have to be so fucking perfect in everything you’re doing? You came into his life like a meteorite, crushing his confidence in an instant with your outstanding abilities, charm and beauty. Like a supernova, you emerged everything that he stood for and just made it…better.

“This is way too funny”, Yuji gasps while clinging onto Nobara’s sobbing shoulder for dear life.

“I’m telling you it’s true!”, you demand, your very own voice shaking in laughter.

Even Megumi can’t hold back a little laughter for any longer. Gojo’s eyes darken as he crosses his arms over his chest. You have some fucking nerve, coming in here “from another continent” like you said, almost surpassing him in everything he’s been doing for years. Fuck, he is the strongest, he has always been the strongest. Who do you think you are to steal his life away from him?

“Actually not, no”, he grumbles under his breath, eyes darted towards your perfect falling hair.

“What’s up with that face, Gojo? Did you not sleep well?”, you questions, gaze of innocence piercing through him.

His blood begins to boil in an instant, he sees nothing but red. The way your big round eyes seem to stare right through him with a slight hint of tease glittering in them makes him want to shoot a bit of hollow purple your way.

“Since you’re here, I’m actually feeling bad all the time, golden girl”, he remarks sharply.

You can’t help but let out a little giggle. You have nothing against Gojo Satoru. In fact, you really do admire him, his abilities and personality. However, it seems like he isn’t so keen about meeting you. You’ve been here for a while now and his behavior towards you is as terrible as always.

“Evil tongues could say that you are…jealous of me, Gojo-bear”, you reply with damped voice.

“Jealous of you!?”, he breathes out.

His fast and enormous steps close the distant between your bodies in an instant, his hateful gaze hollowing above you like a fatal shadow.

“Time to get going guys”, Megumi murmurs.

“I am the strongest, remember that brat”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“You were the best, Gojo. Now I’m here. So get out of the sun for me, will you?”, you bite back, very own words dripping in venom.

If he’s treating you like shit, you’ll definitely do the same. You’re way too fucking tired to let him do this to you.

“We will see”, he spits at you.

With one last hateful glance in your direction, he turns around and simply walks away.

Wow, what an asshole. __________________________________________________________

“Would you mind getting out of the way so I’m able to do my job?”, you snap at no other than Gojo Satoru.

“You can’t do this alone, (y/n)”, he shouts over the deafening noises of battle.

Bullshit. You’re slaying curse by curse so effortlessly that it hurts his eyes. He hates to admit it, but you make it look so damn easy – too easy for his liking.

“I’m doing perfectly fine Gojo. Are you worried about me?”, you tease him while demolishing a curse with the blunt force of your little finger.

“Worried about you, that I don’t laugh. I give zero shits about you”, he screams into your direction without hesitation.

“It’s actually mutual, asshole!”

“Why are they so mean to each other? I have never seen Gojo-sensei leash out like that, but when it comes to (y/n) he seems like a different person”, Nobara comments, eyes hypnotized by your moves.

“I think it bothers him that she’s stronger than him. I mean, being told you’re the strongest your whole life just for a random woman to show up and steal your spotlight sound pretty rough to be honest”, Yuji guesses.

“Why the hell do you have to be so damn mean? I did nothing to deserve your hate towards me, what is your fucking problem?”, you yell at him, body trembling in pure rage while still fighting off curses.

“Everything about you is disgusting, that is my problem!”

His words hit you like a wall. How on earth did it come this far? What did you do to make him this upset? Jujutsu High is your refuge in a world that failed to understand you for so long, you thought you finally made it. But this? This…is not fair. In fact, you are too good to keep up with this bullshit.

“Listen up Satoru.”

Gojo’s heart skips a beat when you call him by his first name. You’ve never done this, always calling him by his last name or stupid nicknames. He was never Satoru to you except for now, when your voice is dripping in venom and your dangerous eyes are darted towards him in a way he has never seen before.

“What the hell is your problem, huh? I’ve never done something to deserve the way you treat me like shit. I came here because I thought I’ll finally find people that understand me, who accept me the way I am. It’s not my fault that I’m stronger than you, you hear? Instead of making me feel like shit, you should think about training in order to become better than me, don’t you think? Being the strongest also means being able to admit your weaknesses. It pains me that you reject me so vehemently.”

For him, time stands still. Your glistening eyes show nothing but sorrow, his very own reflection staring down at him in guilt. Fuck, why do your words cut through him like a knife? Why does it have to be so true? Is there a reasonable explanation behind the way he acts towards you? He can’t put a finger on it. Damn, all of this just because you broke his ego so violently? He shakes his head, gaze drifting away from your intense stare.

“Whatever. Seems like you don’t need me here anyway. I’m leaving.”

You can’t help but sign heavy as you watch him leave in the matter of a split second. Why does it have to be so damn hard to like him? Everything would be so much easier if the two of you would just get along.

You clench your hands into fists, gaze hardening. It’s not your fault though. You tried and tried to get to him, to show him that you are better off as a team, that there is absolutely no reason to fight. This is ridiculous. And you’ll do hell to beg him on your knees to fucking like you.

“Let’s get this over with and go home”, you shout towards your students.

Fuck Satoru Gojo for now. After all, you’re still having a job to do. ___________________________________________________________

“Efficient as always”, Shoko comments while stitching up a small wound on Megumi’s forehead.

“Don’t flatter me, that’s my job”, you quickly reply.

“Seems like you’ve got hurt yourself.”

You desperately fight against the urge to roll your eyes at the sound of his damp voice behind Shoko. What the hell is he doing here?

“Yeah? I didn’t even notice”, you remark dryly, gaze fixed on his shamelessly attractive face.

Why does he have to be such a decent looking man, especially when you know that deep down, he has a good heart?

He crosses the room in just a few steps and stretches out his index finger.

“Right here”, he mutters, touch brushing against your forehead tenderly.

“Oh, he’s right. Just a little scratch though”, Shoko confirms casual.

You can’t help but hold your breath. This is the first time since the two of you met that he didn’t insult you after one normal sentence. Even his face isn’t twisted in disgust. On the contrary, his features are gently outlined. It almost looks as if he…cares.

“Thanks for noticing. One of the attacks probably hit me slightly when I wasn’t paying full attention.”

“So you too are fallible, huh golden girl?”, he teases you mildly.

“As we all, Satoru”, you reply with a sly grin.

You can’t explain why it suddenly feels so different, nothing happened between your last fight and now. But something definitely changed. You can tell by the way he wears himself and the unusual softness that radiates from his voice that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t hate you as intensely as he did anymore. And this observation fills your chest with nothing but warmth.

“Hey um…Would you mind…Training with me?”, he stutters.

Your ears must play tricks on you. Did he really ask you that? Are you dreaming? The Satoru Gojo is standing in front of you and talks to you very nicely. And now, to top it all off, he even asks you about a training session? What the hell has gotten into him?

“I mean…Sure thing we can. I already asked you about that for over a year…”

He shifts his weight while avoiding your gaze, a slight brush creeping up his cheeks. Satoru Gojo is embarrassed. This is too good to be true.

“Meet me at 4. See ya.”

And with that, he turns on his heels and leaves the room as fast as he came while you stare at the door without moving an inch. Somebody has to pinch you. What changed? How did he go from “I fucking hate you more than anything in the entire universe” to “I might consider to spend time with you”? You shake your head out of your trance. Doesn’t matter why or how. What matters is that this might be the chance to finally get along with him after months of spitting venom at each other. You really still dislike him, the thought of his annoying voice alone makes your body shiver in annoyance, but someone has to be the bigger person.

And that person is you. ____________________________________________________________

“You’re late”, you comment while stretching your back.

“Good things take time”, he replies with a cheeky grin.

He takes off his blindfold and you can’t help but take in the gorgeous sight of his striking orbs. You don’t see them often, to be exact you only catch a glimpse of them when he fights. To a neutral eye, Satoru must be the man of every woman’s dream: handsome, well educated, mischievous and flirty. But to you, he is nothing but irritating. Even though you can’t deny the fact that he looks good as hell.

“Enjoying the view (y/n)?”

You let out a disregarding snort before you are able to stop yourself.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Gojo. I’m not one of your girls and I’ll never be.”

“I wouldn’t want you as one of my girls anyway, you’re way too feisty.”

Something inside you snaps at the sound of his stupid comment, facial expression dropping to the floor. He has some nerves, talking to you like that when he’s supposed to train with you in a few minutes.

“I will wipe the floor with your ass.”

A swift motion is enough to knock him off his feet. Good, that’s exactly where he belongs.

“You know that was pretty unfair, right?”, he mumbles and rubs his butt.

“Life is never fair I guess.”

“Trust me, I know that better than you.”

You can see the way his expression drops after throwing his words at you. The first thing you feel is…sorrow. It must have been hard for him to give up his place as the strongest to the hands of a random stranger. You came into his life so fast that he didn’t even have time to get to know you.

“I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble, Satoru. I just want to let you know that I never hated you.”

He stops in his tracks, fist only inches away from your face with his eyes widen in visible irritation.

“Satoru, I…I don’t want you to hate me. I see the way you treat all the others and it makes me kind of jealous…”, you confess.

“You’re a pain in the ass, (y/n)”, he replies dryly.

Silence hangs between the two of you, your eyes are glued to the concrete underneath. How stupid it was to think that something might change after over a year of him hating and avoiding you. You tried over and over to win his heart, to show him that you are a lovable person, but it seems like none of this matters.

“But maybe giving this a chance won’t hurt.”

Your eyes lock with his bright blue orbs, a grin creeping up his face. He never smiled like this at you before, your heart begins to flutter uncontrollably in your chest. Does this mean…?

“So you don’t hate me?”

“Woah, easy there. I’m only here because I want to learn from you. Nothing else”, he responses along with shaking his head vehemently.

You can’t help but gift him with a wide grin. That’s more than enough.

_____________________________________________________________ Bonus

“(y/n)’s coming”, Megumi mumbles between two bites.

“What? Do I look good? Does my hair sit right?”, Satoru frantically hisses while pulling at his uniform.

His heart beats out of his chest. Over the past months, he got to know you better, to catch a glimpse of your heart. Turns out you aren’t only shamelessly gorgeous, smart and powerful, but a wonderful person in general. All the negative feelings he had towards you turned into something completely different.

“And you say you don’t have a crush on (y/n), huh? That I don’t laugh.”

“Hi Megumi and Satoru! How are you doing?”, you greet them both with a welcoming smile.

“I’m fine, but Gojo-sensei has something very important to tell you.”

Satoru’s head darts towards Megumi, hands clenched into fists. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is this about? He doesn’t have anything to tell you. Expect…That little shithead.

“Oh really?”, you question, your gaze now fixed on Gojo.

“Oh, y’know…It’s not that important anyway and you just returned from a difficult mission. I might as well just get going”, he responses and is already on the way to turn around when you grab his hand and force him to face you.

“Satoru”, you warn him.

“Just tell me what you want to tell me.”

“I was wondering if you…Want to grab something to eat with me”, he presses out.

Silence. Satoru swears he can hear his own heart hammering against his ribcage, not daring to look up at you. Did he really say that? Did he really ask such a stupid question?

“So, like a date?”

“Oh hell no, absolutely not!”, he cries out.

“Huh, too bad. Would have said yes in that chase. But if you don’t want to, I will leave now and get ready for the next lecture. See you around, Satoru.”

“W-wait, (y/n)! I didn’t mean it like that!”, Gojo calls after you.

“Wow, first you go from hating to crushing over her and now you’re even too dumb to talk to her. I thought someone like you is good in talking to girls all the time”, Megumi comments.

“Just wait until you fall in love, Megumi!”

[jakesprettygirlx]

HIII!!! COULD U RIGHT JOHNNIE X READER WHERE THEY GO TO A CARNIVAL AND PEOPLE KEEP SAYING THAT THEY ARE A CUTE COUPLE AND THEN SOMEONE CONFESSES <33 (sorry if that’s a lot😣)

Carnival

Pairing- Johnnie guilbert X fem!reader

- hiii thank you so much for requesting, this is such an amazing request and Soo cuteeee <3

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Johnnie and I had spontaneously decided late at night to go to the carnival that was in town, and that's exactly what we did.

We went on so many rides, laughing as each of us got shit scared plenty of times on different rides.

Throughout the whole time when Johnnie was distracted I couldn't help but smile at him with nothing but love, his mostly immature jokes at random things always made me laugh no matter what they were, his sweet and caring attitude always seems to make me even more in love with him, and of course his style it suited him so perfectly that I couldn't picture him dressing any other way.

We had decided to go and get pretzels and a slushie before going on the Ferris wheel so that we could end the night on the Ferris wheel since we had been here for a few hours now.

It was finally our turn in line as Johnnie and I walked up to the sweet older lady that was running the shop.

"hello, can we please get two pretzels and 2 raspberry slushies" Johnnie asked the lady nicely as he looked over at me making sure that he had gotten the order correct to which I laughed at but nodded.

The older lady looked between us and smiled before saying.

"sure thing, and you two are such a cute couple I have to say"

Johnnie and I looked at each other quickly trying to scramble over words and tell her that we were in fact not a couple but she was already gone to get our order.

While we waited to the side for our food a little girl came rushing over asking for a picture with Johnnie and I as we were both some of her favourite youtubers.

Of course we agreed and bent down to her level quickly taking a picture and she smile d brightly thanking us to which we said no problem.

But before she walked away she said one thing that just made Johnnie and I look at eachother with no words we could possible say.

"you two are the most adorable couple on YouTube" she walked away after saying that as Johnnie and I were left in an awkward silence.

Did we really look like a couple to everyone here, I could see how awkward Johnnie looked which made the smile on my face drop thinking he didn't like the idea of us being together.

We collected our food and slushies and decided to sit in a nice patch of grass that no one was really sitting at that had a nice view.

As we say down another orderly couple smiled at us muttering to each other about how adorable we looked together.

"wow three people in under 20 minutes" Johnnie chuckled a look I didn't recognise plastered on his face.

"yeah I guess we must look like a couple to them" I tried laughing to play it off.

But Johnnie turned to look at me, at first he didn't say anything and just looked like he was taking in every single feature that he could possiblly notice.

"well id be one lucky guy if what they were saying was true" he said boldly not taking his eyes off of me waiting for my reaction.

"w-what" I stuttered my heartbeat going up rapidly hoping I didn't misheard him, he stood up grabbing my hand and pulling me up so that I was standing in front of him looking straight into his eyes as he took a deep breath.

"look Yn, I can't keep it a secret anymore, I like you, like really like you maybe even love you That's how strong my feelings are for you and I can't possibly go another day without telling you how much you affect me, your style, your laugh, the little things that get you excited, how well you get along with Jake and scuff, and I hope even if you don't like me back that this won't change anything in our friendship as I can't loose you, your the only person that can make me feel so hap-"

I cut him off smiling brightly as I pulled his face into mine connecting our lips as he didn't waste anytime in kissing back snaking his arms around my waist and mine going around his neck.

The kiss was sweet and passionate, a moment Johnnie and I had been waiting for, forever.

As we pulled away my forehead rested against his as I muttered the words he was waiting to hear.

"I love you too"

Johnnie smiled pulling me into another kiss the Ferris wheel ride we were supposed to go on temporarily forgotten as we got lost in each other's embrace.

[constesplanetarium]

Watch the show.

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Circus Ringleader/Magician x GN! AFAB! Reader

Darkness rating ) 7/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

this is inspired off what im dressing up as for halloween, literally a circus ringleader :)

i hope u guys like him <3

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

TW! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light sexual activity, violence, blood, murder, choking, dacryphilia, implied kidnapping.

Word count: Around 4k.

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The acrobats swing too and fro above you, lighting up the crowd's eyes with excitement and anticipation for what's next. Will one of them fall? Will they pull off the trick? You gasp as the acrobat flings himself across the stage, almost covering your eyes in case he misses and falls…

But as always, he lands the trick, the acrobat clinging onto the other one's arms as the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. Your nerves ease as you smile softly at the acrobats on the stage, still swinging as they revel in the excitement.

This is your… What, fifteenth show by now? But you never get sick of any of the tricks they do. The circus always comes over for the fall, and a friend of yours won tickets from a raffle for the first show when this whole festival started, about a week ago. The show ended up being so good, that you went to the next one on your own accord. And then the next one. And the next one after that. And the next one…

They have shows pretty often, huh? It’s surprising how they never run out of energy.

You had never been interested in the circus before this, but the jaw-dropping tricks, alongside the good-looking members of the cast, made you stay and come back for every single show. It looks like many shared your sentiment, since it seemed that the crowd grew more and more ever since the first show of the season.

Ah, those acrobats are really cute. Maybe you can get lucky and get to meet both of them after the show. Maybe you’ll even get to meet the ringleader, he’s so handsome…

You don’t rip your eyes away from the rest of the show, cheering alongside the crowd at every little trick and flip the cast does; you cheer the loudest in your row once the ringleader bows in the center of the stage with his members, concluding the show.

“Make sure to come see us for our next show in two hours! You won’t want to miss it.” The ringleader does a simple wink, sending every fan of his into a frenzy. You still aren’t sure why people like him so much. People don’t even know his last name, let alone his first one. He’s just referred to as ‘the ringleader’ or ‘the mysterious master of the circus’ by eccentric journalists who are trying so desperately to keep the reader’s attention. A bunch of celebrities, along with reported billionaires and people from big spots in large companies have come here to watch his tricks, and maybe even strike business, but reportedly he’s always turned down these people, no matter how much money they offer him.

Strange. If they offered him a billion dollars to buy out his circus, would he take the offer? Ah, you know you would. Maybe he already has a private sponsor?

Once you gather your things, you step back out into the festive atmosphere of today's holiday; halloween. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows line the pathway back to the main center of the festival, and you can hear the screams of fear coming from the haunted house they all set up. The orange and red lights from the ferris wheel look so pretty from here…

You find yourself wandering around the festival for around 10 minutes, noticing every little detail the festival coordinators setup. There’s even cute little artwork for the signs pointing you in the events you might want to check out later. Looking at everyones costumes and the decorations makes you feel all giddy.

Oh wow, look at that huge skeleton! Your hand digs into your pocket quickly to-

Wait.

Your phone?

Where’s your phone?

You pat down your pockets, and the moment you realize it’s not with you, you run back over to the building, swinging open the door and bound for your seat. Holy shit, lady luck must be on your side today. Thank god no one had closed the entrance yet.

You bend down, trying to dig around for your phone on the floor. It’s so hard to see, since they already shut most of the lights off, damn it…

Where the hell is it?!

“Hello.”

Oh my gosh!

You jump up, almost stumbling right back down, yet a hand grabs your arm before you can fall, and you see who it is instantly once you look up.

“Looking for this?” The ringleader smiles cheekily, waving your phone around as the screen lights up your surroundings a bit. “I’m sorry, I should’ve waited by the door to see if the owner would pop up.” The shock of seeing him this up close is so bad, you don’t even reach for your phone. He takes your hand in his and sets your phone down, right in your palm.

You slowly hold your phone close to your chest, and thank him for returning it.

“It’s not a problem.” Should you ask him for a picture? Maybe an autograph? “I’m glad you came back for it, instead of giving up, and assuming that someone already stole it.” You don’t even have paper for him to sign. Maybe he’ll sign your clothes or something?

Oh my gosh, he’s so much better up close…

“Are you alright?” He chuckles, brushing his hand across your cheek, and your body flinches in response. “You were zoning out there. Oh! I see,” He chuckles. “You’re surprised to see me up close.”

Right on the money.

Warmth spreads all the way up to your face, and all you can do is giggle nervously. God, it’s like you’re a schoolgirl asking out her crush.

“It’s alright. I find it flattering.” He glances between you and your phone for a moment. What’s up? “Would you like a picture?”

On my god.

He brushes up next to you, pressing your hips together as you open up your camera app quickly, setting it in selfie mode. “Is this okay?”

Yes.

“Good. Smile.” You would find it amusing how he’s holding up a peace sign for the picture, but you're more nervous about the hand he’s set on your hip, digging into your body.

“Oh, you aren’t going to take the picture?” Oh my god, the picture. “Or are you distracted by something else?” You glance up, seeing his guilty smile as his gloved hand rubs your hip slowly.

These pictures need to be taken before something else happens right here, right now.

You signal him to look over and smile, snapping a couple random pictures. You don't even know if they turned out good or not. Is it hot in here? You should probably get out.

You thank him quickly, and turn your heel-

“Leaving so soon?” You turn back to see a clear frown on his face, the dimmed lighting shining right on him. “You can stay a bit longer, if you’d like. I’m not in a hurry.”

But what about his next show? Doesn’t he have to prepare?

“The break is more for my members than for me.” He sits down in an empty seat, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit. I would love to have your company for longer.”

You walk back up and sit down next to him, shuffling in your seat as he takes his hat off, setting it down in the empty seat adjacent from him.

“Thank you for staying with me.” He clears his throat and starts to take his gloves off, flexing his fingers in and out as he tosses the gloves in his empty seat too. “Meeting all types of people when they come to my shows is wonderful, but not being able to talk to them personally makes me a bit sad.”

You smile empathically, and he returns your smile.

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers, his smile widening at the thought of his sudden new idea. “How about I save you a seat for my next show? Please, tell me where you’d like to sit!” Woah, really? “I mean, you are coming to my next show, right?”

Uh. You were planning to go to the ferris wheel with a friend of yours, actually…

His mood shifts from happy, to immediate disappointment. “Well, you can just visit the ferris wheel after my show, can’t you?” Well, you COULD, but-

“Oh please, I would really like you to be at my next show…” He takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Please?”

Urgh.

“Oh, just amazing!” He laughs and stands up, pointing to a seat around the front row. “How about there? Perhaps I can even perform a trick for you once I’m on stage! How does that sound?”

Wow, this man’s pulling out all the stops, huh? You can’t help but thank him again, from saving your phone to getting you a free seat. This ringleader’s so nice…

“Oh? ‘Thank you, Mr. Ringleader?’” He laughs and grabs your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately like you two are good old friends sharing a joke. “You don’t have to call me that! Loosen up a little, will you?” Even with his encouragement, your whole body is still tense with nervousness. “Please, call me Mr. Vidales.” So that’s his last name! Ah, how pretty…

“Now, now, don’t be all fidgety with me.” Mr. Vidales grins, clasping your hands with his again. Oh my god, what if your hands are clammy now? But the way his thumb is caressing your hand is strangely putting you at ease. “You’ve been looking all over the place.” He tilts his head while peeking at you, seemingly lost in thought, until his face lights up. “Ah, how about this? Watch me.” He pulls out a small deck of cards from a coat pocket around his right thigh, pouring the cards out into his hand. It doesn’t take long to see he’s performing a small card trick for you, yet you don’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Pick a card, any card.” He murmurs, the enthusiasm still there behind his voice, but it also sounds like he’s sweet talking to you, enticing you further. You pick a card on the far left, looking at it discreetly.

The 2 of hearts.

“Back in the deck now.” He shuts his eyes as you slip the card back in, and he shuffles it all with his eyes still closed. “Now,” he starts, picking a card from the deck. “Is this what you chose?”

NAH.

Hah! He failed the trick! You grin and shake your head, the king of hearts in his hand instead as his smile drops to a frown. “Oh.” He stuffs the deck into his left hand, placing the card face up on top. But strangely enough, he starts to smile, and reaches behind your head, leaning closer to you. “Now let’s see.”

Oh. He smells really, really nice…

Why is your heart racing?

You peek up at the ringleader’s face, your body warming up as he looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and something else in his eyes. “Ah, now what do we have here…” He whispers, and his hand drags down your back slowly as he shows the king of spades in the deck on his left hand. Is he still trying to prove he’s not cheating? You sigh at the shivers flowing up your spine, pressing your thighs together once you feel the heat between your thighs get more intense. Lord, he’s good at this. Does he do this often or something?

“How cute.” He says adoringly, like he’s talking to a small puppy. “Look at you, how cute.” He repeats, his hand pressing itself against your waist, tugging you closer to him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be showing you a trick…” He can show you something else in just a few seconds if he keeps this up. Mr. Vidales groans loudly once you palm his bulge, followed by a small laugh once you tease him for reaction. “Please, let me finish my trick. Unless you want to do something else right now…?” He begs quietly, and you sigh with a smile as you move your hand.

A bit disappointing, but you do want to see the end of this trick.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat, clearly still a bit riled up, but fine. “Now, watch me.” His warmth vanishes from your waist, and you see his hand come back into view with…

The 2 of hearts in his right!?

You stare at his right hand in awe, as he waggles the card around a bit, grinning sheepishly at your dumbfounded expression. “Good, huh?” Even after all of that, you never saw the deck vanish from view! How did he…?

“I’m not just a ringleader,” he says. “I dabble in some magic here and there too.” He shuffles the cards again, stuffing them back into the box, then back into his coat pocket. A light clap of your hands at his trick and his mood shifts from proud to flustered, fidgeting with the buttons on his outfit as you praise him for the trick.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Vidales bows a bit and laughs quietly. “Your praise is very appreciated.”

… He looks scared. Ah, no.

Shy?

“There must be something on my face, with the way you’re looking at me, it’s…” Mr. Vidales stops talking, staring into your eyes for a moment. “Oh…”

Is he okay? You frown, tugging on his sleeve in concern for his well being. He seems to snap out of his trance, blinking repeatedly.

“Oh! Erm, yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine.” A smile spreads in his face quickly, but you can’t help but think that it’s all insincere.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He sighs. “It’s just some fatigue.” There’s a voice in the back of your head, telling you repeat that he’s lying, but you ignore it in favor of his charming voice and attitude.

Maybe he just needs some time alone?

And, to be completely honest, the hunger’s kind of getting to you too; maybe you can grab a bite to eat and bring something back for him?

“Oh, please.” He nods quickly. “That would be wonderful, thank you. Perhaps you can get me those cinnamon bites with the glaze? They’re delicious.”

You fidget with your wallet as you run out the tent, waving him goodbye as you run for the food stalls.

Hopefully the lines aren’t too long…

The line was pretty damn long. You glance down at your phone to check the time, and decide to jog back over to the tent once you notice it’s already been 25 minutes. And it’ll probably take you another 5 minutes to get there, ugh, the ringleader probably thinks you left to go on a couple rides or something, and forgot about the food entirely.

You slow down once you notice the door’s closed, and look around for a sign of him, but there’s nothing around. Maybe there’s another entrance in the back?

Clutching a drink in one hand and a bag, witn a box of sweets at the bottom in your other, you make your way to the back of the building to find the door slightly ajar, and you use your foot to kick it open the rest of the way, walking through.

There are several doors on both side of you, and by just reading the names on the doors, you can tell these are the member’s dressing rooms! Ah, no way…

It’s so tempting to go up and knock on one of their doors, but you have to shake your head a little to get those thoughts out. Mr. Vidales. That’s who you’re looking for.

You wander around for a bit until you come up to his dressing room, about to bang on the door, but as soon as you try to, the door slowly opens up, and you-

You…

What.

What?

The smell of iron and the sight of crimson fill your vision as you stare at the ringleader, tugging and shoving a man's body into a small closet. It looks like the man was stabbed repeatedly in the chest, along with the broken teeth in the pool of blood in front of you, and a spot of blood on his head.

Isn’t that… Isn’t that one of the employees here? He literally gave you free shit, what the hell…

Mr. Vidales’s face is splattered with blood, alongside his chest, and his outfit has puke on the lower side of his coat. A fallen, bloody knife lies on the ground, surrounded by his victims blood.

“Bastard. Must’ve wanted to give me a goodbye gift before his passing…” He scoffs, staring at the stain with disgust.

The police.

You need to call the police.

Mr. Vidales looks up at the sudden stream of light, and a couple beats pass as neither of you move from the sheer shock.

“Oh.”

Run.

You turn your heel, but trip once someone grabs onto your arm and pushes you down, spilling your drink all over the floor. You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth instantly, and you feel the tears start to flow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He frantically whispers and he climbs on top of you, his hands shaking and bloodied as he struggles to keep you quiet. There’s blood all over him, and he’s spreading it onto you. All over your mouth. Your body.

It’s sickening. You have to fight back the urge to throw up once he turns you over and you see his face. Why does he look so excited to see you?

“Stay quiet. Quiet.” He hushes you, keeping your mouth covered as he helps you up. "It's okay darling, see?" As soon as you get up, you’re going to run. That’s what-

“Quiet, or I’ll kill you.” A sharp knife is suddenly pointed at your throat, and you let out a choked-up sob. “Oh, I’m so sorry darling…” He whispers, as he slowly lets the hand from your mouth go.

You don’t dare scream.

“Come on, come.” He pushes his arm against your waist, slowly pushing you back as he steps into the room, shutting the door. “I’m not going to hurt you, or kill you. I promise.”

You shut your eyes as soon as you step in, shaking as you hear the door lock. The bag you’re holding is slowly taken from your grasp, and set down with a thud on his desk, along with the knife. All you can do is listen to what he says.

“Oh, you did get my favorite! Thank you.” Mr. Vidales cooes, pushing you closer as you wince at the gesture. You can feel the blood seeping through your clothes. “Shame about the drink. I’m sorry for grabbing you so tight.” He sighs. “Now, let me just…”

He slips his coat off, revealing that the blood stain on him went deeper than expected, staining his grey undershirt with a dark crimson. You stare at the blood on your own body and almost feel like puking yourself.

“There’s no point in running,” his face is full of pity, yet he smiles at you all the same. “My acrobats are already outside, waiting to catch you if you try to run. Not that I’d let you get that far anyway.” He wipes the blood on his hands away with a loose rag, the white of said rag being stained with that sickening red. “Weren’t their tricks just wonderful? I worked hard to teach them, you know.” You immediately catch that he’s stepping closer to you, and you back away in response, glancing around the room for another exit point. “I know a thing or two about flipping around myself. Maybe I can perform some tricks for you?”

There isn’t any. Not even a window.

“Why do you keep looking around? Why can’t you be happy with me?” Mr. Vidales whines, throwing the rag aside in frustration, with a small splat. “I did all of this for you! You like me, don’t you?” But… Why?

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid that someone else will hear him. “When I first saw you in the crowd, I saw your excited face and couldn't stop thinking about how adorable it was. But then,” He takes a step. “You came back. Again.” And he takes another few steps closer, suddenly feeling yourself bump into a wall behind you, frantically glancing around for a way out. “And again,” His breathing becomes shaky as he lunges forward, grabbing your arm as you try to escape from his right side, your left. You cry out in fear as he pins you up against the wall, grasping your neck tightly. “And again. And again, you came back every time. You must’ve loved seeing me so much…” The grip on your neck tightens. “Next performance, I’ll be up on stage with all of them. Performing just for you.” Your breathing becomes ragged and hazy from the lack of oxygen, but he acts as though nothing is wrong, kissing your cheek. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.” It’s getting hard to see. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and run down your cheeks as he kisses them away, licking them up before they drip down to your shirt.

“You’re adorable, even when you cry…” His soft lips press against your cheeks repeatedly, his chuckles making you feel sick to your stomach. “You’ll be all mine, ah,” Mr. Vidales lets go of your neck, and as you take those much-needed gasps of air, he hugs your body close to his, and you wince once you feel his hard cock press against your thigh. “There’s nothing better than that…” His hand wraps around the back of your neck, applying some pressure, but jot enough to cut off your oxygen

What the fuck…

You try to turn your head, trying to get a glimpse of the corpse so you can identify who it is, yet he’s already shut the door to the closet, so you can’t.

“Are you trying to peek?” He frowns. “You don’t need to look at him. He isn’t your concern.” It looks like he’s trying to avoid the topic of the dead body altogether. He reaches over and pinches your cheeks, chuckling at your displeased expression. “Ah, I hope you understand how angry I get when you get so starry-eyed by looking at my member’s performances.” Mr. Vidales sighs, pushing you over to his desk by your waist. “I wish it were only me that you show that adorable expression to.” Why the hell is he acting so casual? He just killed someone. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the door, since you don’t see any other escape route.

Oh, when will you get your chance?

“But, I guess we all can’t have what we want.” He stops. “Well, maybe I can.” He shoves you up against the desk, patting his hand on top. “Sit.”

Oh.

You shakily hop up to sit on his desk, and he slides himself in between your legs, both of your faces mere centimeters apart. You have to hold your breath with the way you can see every drop of blood slide down his face,

“Now you’re with me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He presses a small kiss on your lips, grinning. “You’ll get to be with me everyday!” What? He tugs you closer, pressing your back against his chest once he pulls you into a big bear hug.

“Yes! With me.” he says plainly. “Forever.” No way. You glare at him in horror, but his smile never falters for even a moment. The blood splattered all over himself and his clothing, along with his declarations of love towards you…

It’s so sickening.

“What a dream come true.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

happy halloween! ik i said i was gonna do the ghost boys for halloween, but i couldnt help myself </3

plus im gonna just extend the ghost boys into november bc i got hit w/ a mean writers block halfway thru….

hopefully this little fic can get me thru it

BUT IM WORKING ON OLIVERS DAY AGAIN SO YAY!!!!

yall gonna see the fnaf movie??? i am <3

[princessbunnib]

Cxm Cadet

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Simon makes erangments to bring one of your dirty fantasies to life.

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & John 'Soap' Mactavish X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, MM4F, Foursome, Choking, Dom Simon, and Soap, Creampies, Come Eating, Oral |M| Receiving, Manhandling Reader, Degrading, Possesive/Jealous Simon, Breeding Kink, Clothed Male Naked Female, Anal, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Recording/Taking Photos Of Y/n During Sex, Simon With A Daddy Kink, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Begging, Facial, Come In Mouth.

Author's Note: Smut is very long to make up for my hiatus<3. I'm back now Bunni's.

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You walked into your shared house with Simon and John walking in behind you. The three of you had went to a bar. Originally Simon was going to go without you, but he invited you to join them out of nowhere. You had a small crush on John for a while now so clearly you accepted with a smile on your face.

Simon for sure knew about your attraction to the both of them. Part of him was jealous about the idea and it did rise up some insecurity in him but he chose to not focus on it that much. All it took was a conversation for you to tell him that you only wanted him. John was just there for you to look at, nothing more. Also, who wouldn't want to sleep with their boyfriends friends? It's a well known fantasy.

You stumbled into the livingroom as the room seemed to be moving along with you, you found yourself fallen over the arm of the couch and face down into the cushion, your back forming an arch as you giggled thinking about the fun times that occurred earlier in the night.

Your body felt warm inside, the alcohol swimming through your bloodstream kept your nerves low, relaxing you and making you not so on edge.

You sighed heavily in relief not aware of the two men who were staring at your ass as your skirt had slipped up your hips. Your panties were now on display. They glanced at eachother for a breif moment until Simon decided to speak up. "Uhm sweetheart, have you forgotten that you're wearing a skirt? We can see your panties..." He chuckled, standing behind you and holding your hips, continuing to take in the view of your round clothed ass.

"Mhmmm~ I think so... is that a problem?" You asked looking back at him.

He smirked and shook his head. "No baby, it's not..." He then motioned for John to walk over to you aswel. The both of them staring down at you. Simon behind you and John standing in front of you.

You looked at Simon, then John. You noticed something was different with them. Usually Simon is more so the conservative type, he doesn't like to be outright with his sexual escapades. Especially because they all include you. The side of his personality that you receive in the bedroom is completely different from who he is to others.

"Why are you guys surrounding me like this? I hope this ends the way that I think it is... Have I said how much I've wanted to fuck John before?" You smiled letting your mind to think lewdly.

Simon pulled you off of the couch and stood you in front of him.

"Jesus Y/n, you dress like a fucking whore..." He groaned pressing your hips onto him.

"Exactly, I would be lying if I said that i haven't fantasized about bending her over and fucking her in the shortest skirt she owns." John said holding your throat and staring at your body.

"Oh wow- well I do wear them for easy access when Simon needs to fuck me for stress relief~" You said biting your lip at him.

You grinned placing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, he groaned and held your waist to pull you close to him but Simon refused to let you go.

"Why fight over her when we can both have her at the same time? I'm sure she wouldn't mind... isn't that right princess?" Simon stated, turning your face so you could look up at him.

"Really? When I asked you the first time you were upset with me." You said slightly getting excited.

"I know... but I can be a bit possesive over you baby... I'll allow it as long as I'm apart of it." He stated before lifting your shirt to expose your breasts that sat perfectly in your bra, further peaking John's interest in the situation.

"You don't have to just stand there, use her however you'd like... she loves being manhandled too, so don't be afraid to toss her around a bit."

"Am I allowed to come inside?" John asked lifting a brow.

"Don't ask me- ask her." Simon responded with a light shrug.

You giggled with a smile, your mouth was nearly watering at the simple thought of their cocks being forcebly stuffed inside you. "Yes you can... I want so many loads of come tonight~♡"

"See? She's such a whore I wasn't lying when I've told you some stuff that she's into..."

You squeezed your thighs together at the sound of Simon's voice. He was confident in what he said, stating how well he knew your body fed his ego. He then looked down at you, demanding your full attention by hodling your face tightly. "Since you're itching for come... do you want me to start off like usual?"

"Yes~" You grinned receiving his hand on your head.

"Good girl..." He said before looking at John. "I'm sure you want her to yourself also so we'll take turns at first then have her all at once... do whatever you need to do in order to preform and come in once we're finished. Got it?" He stated while crossing his arms.

Simon's dominant but yet caring nature turned you on the most. He had order over the agreement but still made sure to keep your interest in mind. Fuck, you have to suck him dry when you get the chance.

He deserves it.

This wouldn't mean anything after everything was said and done. You told Simon that you would like something like this just once to know what it felt like.

He loved you a lot and wanted to make you happy regardless of how he felt. But to make sure the two of you stayed on the same page, he decided to control the situation. After all, you were still his girlfriend. But at the same time. There was nothing wrong with a moment of sharing.

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Simon sat you on the bed while crossing his arms. Standing tall and confident. "Y/n, before we start are you still okay with this?" He said lifting your head up by your chin with his index finger.

"Yes... why do you have to ask?" You responded softly. Holding his hand with both of yours so he could caress your cheek.

"Well because I don't want to force anything on you, I know you've said that the idea of this happening would be something you'd be into, but people change their minds at times." He explained.

"I'm not changing my mind... I want you two to do anything you guys want to do to me..." You stated, pulling him down to you.

He towered over you pulling his mask off to kiss your lips, moving your legs apart and caressing your inner thighs. "Alright, whatever you say then baby... no matter what I say to you tonight, I want you to know that I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too Simon..." You responded kissing him back and bucking your hips into his.

He leaned up and pulled your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room. He squeezed your bare breasts in his hands and kissed down your stomach. Looking up, watching you moan as he pinched your nipples.

"Mmmh~ a-ahh~" You whimpered biting your lip to suppress your sounds while Simon took your panties off with his teeth. Making sure to be slow in the action, your body tensed up as the cold air hugged the most vulnerable parts of your body.

Your nipples standing up against his fingers, clit twitching at the feeling of his skin. You moaned, attempting to close your legs but couldn't due to Simon being rough with you.

"Such a pretty pussy... it'll look even prettier with come dripping out of it... don't you think so baby?" He asked staring down at you. "Y-yes~♡" You nodded covering your breasts in embaressment.

He chuckled and pinned your wrists to the bed, placing small bites on your skin. "Don't try to cover up now... you're acting like you weren't throwing yourself at Soap like the slut you are..."

"I wasn't throwing myself at him..." You loosely denied.

"No? You weren't? If that's the case then why do you keep clenching your thighs together hm? You're just imagining how tight your pussy will clench around his cock aren't you?"

You didn't asnwer which made him grab you and pull you down the bed, making your head hang over the edge. You looked at him from an upside down angle, watching him unbuckle his belt and groan feeling the cold buckle touch his sensitive semi hard cock.

"You don't want to be honest with me I see... that's alright, just lay there and be a personal fleshlight for me then... I like you better when you don't talk anyways."

"Simo-fhmmghhh!" He cut you off by thrusting himself info your throat. Placing his hands on the bed watching your breasts bounce along with the movements of his thrusts. They looked more fuller considering you were laying down. He winced feeling your throat clamp down repeatedly. You hit the shits panicking due to the sudden action of no air coursing through your lungs.

Simon threw his head back, thrusting faster. You closed your eyes as his heavy balls hit you in the face roughly. He placed his hand on your throat and squeezed it gently, feeling himself inside you, forming a lump.

"Don't panic baby, breathe through your nose... nghh~ fuck, you're throat feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock... almost feels like I'm fucking your amazing pussy..."

Your eyes watered as you attempted to get used to his speed. He was using you like no problem, he must have had some pent up emotions he needed to let out.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck... moan on my cock so I can feel it... oh god it's so good~♡"

You placed your hands on his hips for support and hummed clenching your thighs together, slightly bucking your hips to feel friction from your thighs touching so closely.

"Yes yes yes! Fuck! Just like that my beautiful princess... your daddy's good girl aren't you? Taking me inside with such pride... only good girls get to feel my cock destroying their throat... awe you won't be able to talk for a week~"

You rolled your closed eyes into the back of your head, you made a swallowing motion with your throat, pulling his tip deeper inside momentarily before loosening your girp. Simon gasped at the top of his lungs and covered his mouth feeling embarrassed by your ability to make him use such a submissive tone.

"Ahh~♡ agh~ ngghh... ahh~ shit...mmm"

You repeated this action once more, then again, and again, and again, and again. Simon was a moaning mess by now, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He groaned trying to gain control over himself again but failed to. Your hands snaked up his shirt and felt his toned body. Your fingertips gliding through his happy trail.

You pressed your hands into his stomach, feeling it cave in as he let out another moan. "Ahh~ mmfffhuck~♡ St-stohppp~ nghh." He whimpered knowing exactly what you were doing.

You wanted to embaress him, you found his submissive sounds very attractive. His raspy tone would change in octivs when he moaned for you. It was rare that he'd moan this loud, his weakness was always sucking him off.

You could ask him for anything if you'd suck him dry in return when he needed it. Your face has even managed to tighten up and become a tad slimmer because of the jaw only 'exercise.'

Simon didn't want Soap to hear him. It's was already crazy enough that he was sharing his girlfriend with him under her command. He didn't want him to know how he sounded sexually. He wouldn't let Simon hear the end of it either.

He grunted and swatted your thigh, stinging pain rushed your skin making you whimper. "I said stop you f-f-ffucking w-whore... aghh~ fuck~"

He held your throat with both hands. His veins protruding from his skin. You moaned loudly with him still buried in your mouth, placing your hands on his forearms and holding them. Sometimes rubbing them as a form of affection.

He always loved when you'd touch his arms and torso. You appreciated his toned and massive physique.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna come inside your throat... are you ready to have daddy's come splurg inside?" He asked only to keep thrusting harder.

"Ahahaa~ I-I forgot you can't talk as of now... too busy sucking me for all I've got... keep taking it my good little girl... you're such a behaved princess for me... FUCK~♡"

His balls slapped against your face one last time. He groaned loudly and pulled your lower half up from the bed and buried his face into your thighs to muffle the sounds of him climaxing.

He hummed aggressively onto your clit flicking his tongue back and forth. Your legs began to jolt in his grasp. His come still shooting inside, stuffing your throat and making it's way out through your nose.

Simon thrusted quicker before his load was completely out. His balls tingling on the inside, telling him he had finished fully. He wrapped his arm around your waist keeping you off of the bed, he began to suckle and kiss on your clit loudly. Penetraing you with his long middle finger. You moaned feeling his cock slip out of you and rest on your cheek, his erecfion trying to diminish but doing the complete opposite.

"Oh god~ Ohh god~ aww fuck~♡" He moaned softly. Focusing on your lips gliding against his shaft while he still trusted outside of your mouth.

"Kiss my fat cock... fucking worship it like I'm a religion you pray to every night..."

You attempted to swallow his load while simotainiously fulfilling his request. Your glazed lips meeting with his blush red tip, collecting pre-cum on the them. You licked his inches but received a slap on the thigh as a form of 'discipline.'

"I said kiss it... don't suck or even try to get a taste you fuckin' cock hungry slut..."

You whimpered again. Watching Simon pull his belt back together while sighing heavily. You felt absolutely disgusting and used up. He didn't look at you much, you tried sitting up but was pushed back down to the bed. "Oh no no no, you aren't done doing your job yet princess... you still have another man out there who wants you to do what you do best and be a toy for him."

"Huuttt ihh hak heathhhh hoekiky~" You tried speaking but due to his come still swishing in your mouth. You couldn't speak clearly.

Simon lifted your head up from the bed staring at you. "Swallow it... daddy can't understand you princess." He ordered. You licked your lips clean and swallowed the rest. You could feel his semen partoly dripping out of your nostrils while the rest dripped back into your mouth.

"What did you need to tell me baby?" He asked speaking in a soft tone.

"I was saying I couldn't breathe... but I'm okay now..." You said wiping the corner of your mouth.

"Alright baby, do you need a break? Are you okay? I didn't go too rough on you did I?" He asked. You shook your head and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

"I'm heady~ I whanntt hore~♡"

(I'm ready~ I want more~♡")

"Perfect... stay just like that, I want to take a picture so I can jerk off to it later when you're not here for me to fuck." He said before taking his phone out of his pocket and turning the camera flash on, pointing it at you.

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You sat on the bed naked. Simon had cleaned you up after he was done taking many pictures of you. He had got you water and gave you a while to regain composure. After a while passed he came back into the room without his shirt, mask still on but this time accompanied with gloves and his black army pants.

"You're such a good girl for me you know that? I love you..." He softly stated. Kisisng your forehead and pulling his mask back down.

The bedroom door then opened and in came John.

"Now that you've had some time to rest, we're going to take turns with you... so continue to be a good girl for me and we'll come inside you, or wherever you want us to."

You nodded not wanting to admit how turned on you were. Simon chuckled pushing you in John's direction. You fell onto him, your chest pressing on his.

He groaned holding your hips and slapped both of your cheeks making you yelp.

"Oh shit... can I fuck her ass?" He asked only for Simon to shrug.

"Dunno... ask her, I'm not the one who wants to do that right now am I?" He stated caressing your body and pulling you upwards.

You could feel John growing under you. His erection pressing against your lips as he payed attention to every detail in your breasts. One was bigger than the other but he was completely into it. There was nothing you deemned as an imperfection that would stop him from needing to fuck you.

"Can is fuck your ass?" He asked lustfuly, placing his hands on your hips and forcing you down to feel his intimidating length.

Simon pulled your hair roughly so you could get out of your head and be present. "Yes!~ please I need you to fuck my ass!" You said loudly due to the small adrenaline rush.

John pulled you down to him, turning you on your back while you laid on his chest. He scoped your legs up into his arms, aligning himself with your tight ass. Your body tensed up. The nerves were getting ahold of you quicker than you'd like to. Just thinking about them fucking you at the same time was euphoric. Simon watched your expression as he stood inbewteen your legs. Using his cock head to play with your clit, his pre-cum dripping onto the small bundle of nerves.

"I wonder how wet you are sweetheart... be a good girl while Soap fucks your sweet ass alright?"

You nodded in response. He began to focus on pleasuring you while you focused on the feeling both of your holes stretching out to a bigger size before retracting to normal. Your back arched, a sharp hissing moan slipping out.

Simon groaned holding your ankles and thrusting forward. Penetrating your g-spot. You whimpered and whined as John's thrusts were gentle but quickly began to be forceful.

The bed was moving quickly, headboard hitting the wall even quicker. They thrusted out of synce with eachother but still managed to make it pleasurable for you. John had a tight grip on your waist, his nails digging into your skin while he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Ahh fuck you feel so good... it's so fucking tight... does she usually like anal?"

"Fuck~ hah~ of course she does... I've seen her porn history... she's a real whore when you actually know her..."

"Oh yeah? I like the sound of that..." He responded, thrusts now picking up speed.

Your walls clamped down on both of them. Now managing to pull a long moan from them. Simon stared down at you and placed his hand on your throat, putting your legs on his shoulders making you feel deeper.

His glare was lustful with a slight gleam of jealousy. Watching your face scrunch up at the eyebrows while you pulled both cocks inside deeper. He wondered if he was making you feel this way, or was it Soap.

Either way, he made it his goal to fuck you senseless by the end of the night. "What a fucking whore you are... you're enjoying this so much aren't you? Nod your head so daddy knows."

"Mhmm mhmm hmm mmmmhm!~♡" You nodded quickly and felt your vaginal muscles clench and let go, pulsating over and over until Simon pulled his hips back.

He slipped out of you momentarily to take his glove off and apply pressure to your clit flicking his fingers in a consistent direction to pull more sounds if arousal out of you.

"Mhm that's right princess... give it all to me, I know it feels good... mhmm." He nodded taking pride in managing to keep your eyes and mind on him.

Your vagina continued to clench around nothing, John's hands snaking around your torso to squeeze and play with your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples making you moan louder while burying his face into your neck.

"God damn your so fucking sexy Y/n, I've wanted to fuck you for so long... your ass is so fucking tight~♡"

"I can tell she's going to come at any moment... she might even squirt for us... can you do that pretty girl?" Simon smirked staring into your eyes and rubbing your clit faster.

"Hmm- yhess~" You helplessly mumbled.

"What baby? Say it louder for me... nod if your going to come..." He said.

You nodded quickly with tears running down your cheeks. You received kisses on your inner thighs before Simon shoved himself inside you again. You cried out his name in pleasure and clenched onto him, staring down and watching them use you like a toy.

"Uhhuh... just like that baby, don't be shy, let it out... we want you to feel good... fucking come already~"

You threw your head back and made a loud cry of pleasure. Simon wiped your tears away and began to match his thrusts with John's.

"Mfgghhh- AHHH~ Yess! PLEASEE~♡" You whined not knowing what you were pleading for.

"Hm? please what angel? Please what? We can't do anything for you if you don't tell us." John chimned in, caressing your face and keeping your head still so you could continue to gaze into Simon's eyes.

"I want to come so badly! Please let me come... pleaseee!" You cried harder as the pleasure was too much.

Simon chuckled and gently slapped your face again. "Wow did you hear that Soap? She wants to come... isn't that just fucking adorable."

"I know- agh... I dunno if we can make that happen, do you think we can?"

"Unfortunately no... I wanted to take my time with her..." He responded with a sadistic tone. Placing his hands on his hips and thrusting slowly inside.

John matched Simon's pace and spoke into your ear. You cried pressing your hands on your stomach, the bulge that was there before had disappeared due to Simon not fully being inside you.

"Don't ahhh~ d-do this to me-- pleaseee I need- to come!"

With them in control of your body it's not like you could produce half as much pleasure for yourself so you could finish without them. They both then pulled out of you for a breif moment to see how you'd react.

"No no I'm sorry I'm sorry! Daddy please I need it!" You said.

"What? You're sorry? Aw baby that's not going to cut it... I guess you know what you did hm? You know I don't like sharing you with anyone..."

You continued to cry at your physical emptiness. John then pushed you off of him, then walked out of the room to clean himself up. You clenched your thighs together staring up at Simon.

"He'll be back... don't worry... you just keep focusing on that empty feeling. You want to be filled up so bad don't you."

"Yes, I'm sorry... how many times do I have to say that?" You asked furrowing your brows.

"Dunno... your so gorgeous when you're needy for cock... I have to figure out if you've earned it... so far not at all."

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"Oh god, fuck your pussy feels even better... she takes my cock inside perfectly..."

"I know right? She's such a good girl... Y/n make sure I can see your face... don't be a brat now or all of this will come to an end."

You laid on your stomach with John behind you, pinning your back to the mattress with a firm hold on the sheets as he thrusting inside your vagina. Whimpers leaving your mouth as you had enough but still had to keep going. Simon used his phone to record this lovely sight, the flash on and making sure to zoom into you to see your reaction.

"Don't act like you don't hear him now."John said lifting your head by your hair. You looked at Simon your mouth open along with your tongue sticking out.

"See? Wasn't that so easy... God you're so fucking gorgeous while letting someone else fuck you... how does it feel princess?"

"So~ ghood~♡" Your response was breathy and desperate. Simon then got onto the bed as John pulled out of you. Watching Ghost get under you and hold you close to him. John grabbed your hips keeping you at an arch, the two men looked at eachother and nodded knowing they were on the same page.

"Alright sweetheart, we're going to slide in now... in the same hole okay?" He said slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft to keep his erecfion.

"What? Wait it's going to hurt..." You said coming back to your senses.

Simon kissed your cheek then kissed your lips. "I know baby, you got this... we'll go slow, we'll also make sure you come this time..." He said looking into your eyes and reassuring you.

You sighed heavily and wrapped your arms around his neck. Burying your face into the sheets as they held you in place to slowly penetrate you.

"Here we go princess... if it's too much we can stop... I love you."

You moaned pulling the sheets feeling their tips brush different sides of your walls. Simon penetrating downwards while John penetrated upwards. You arched your back and threw your head back crying softly. Instantly receiving praises from the both of fhem.

"I know baby we're almost inside completely... your such a good girl, you deserve everything you want... fuck~"

"Ahh~ we're going to make you come all over us... you're so pretty angel, such a gorgeous body you have... oh my god- I'm in love~♡"

This overwhelming feeling started to feel good. You could sense all the pressure buidling up in your stomach as the steadily thrusted deep. Still spewing words of admiration to keep you interested in taking both of them inside. Simon pulled his mask up and began to suck and kiss your nipples. John guiding your hips back and forth to get you to do most of the work.

Both of them moaned your name loudly as you began to rub your clit and roll your eyes back.

"Haaggff~ I love you guys! It feels fucking amazing... I'm so stretched out... God fuck!"

"We love you too angel, your such a pretty slut... look at you taking every inch, I could fuck you all night..."

"Ugh~ so can I... shit I think I'm going to come already..." Simon huffed deeply before taking your nipple in his mouth again.

"That's all I want... fill me up so fucking deep so I can get pregnant and not know who the father is until the baby is born!♡"

"Oh fuck whatever you say my gorgeous wife to be!- Aghh keep clamping down on our cocks... sucking us in everytime we try to pull out."

John pulling your wrist behind you so you could be straight up. He stared at your ass as it jiggled matching the speed of their hips. You whimpered biting down on your lip wanting the knot in your stomach to collapse already. Simon sucked his fingers briefly to rub your clit with one hand. His other caressing your chest as he watched you take every inch.

Your figure was just perfect, the way it moved and sat up while you get fucked like the whore you were. You nodded and hummed knowing your orgasm was vastly aproching. Simon watched your expression change and held your throat while John held your head in his arms keeping you in a headlock and lustfuly speaking in your ear.

"Come for me, come for me, come for me, come all over me Y/n, your my beautiful angel... come.for.me." He spoke sternly while thrusting hard matching his last words.

"Ahhhh uhhh~♡ I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" You screamed at the top of your lungs digging your nails into Simon's bare muscular chest. He grunted using his phone to record you in the middle of your high.

You could see the flash on through your eyelids and opened your eyes, staring into the camera to finish your orgasm. Simon was watching you through the screen and felt his balls tingle for an uncomfortably long amount of time before thrusting one last time and shooting his semen deep into your womb.

The sudden friction against John's cock felt way better than he'd like to admit as Simon continued to thurst to give you every last morsal of his come. His nails dug into your skin while he threw his head back, groaning and fucking his come inside you aswel.

You grinded your hips taking both of their loads and feeling the substances trickle inside you, racing to get to your insides. They both slowly pulled out. John moving to the other side of the bed while Simon turned you onto your back quickly lifting your hips up from the bed and bending you like a pretzel to keep their semen inside.

"Simon what are you doing?" You asked sighing heavily after coming down from orgasm.

"You want to not know who the father is until the baby is born right?" He stated before kissing your cheek and caressing your face.

[justabigassnerd]

Summer of Love pt. 3

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Word count - 6,041

Warnings - mentions of injuries and medication, little pinch of angst, fluff, mentions of Goose and Carole

Summary - while in the final stages of recovery after a mission gone wrong, Bradley signs himself up to work at a summer camp just for something to do since Maverick has barred him from Navy work for the time being. meanwhile, you're in between jobs and figure working at a summer camp is some good experience. you meet Bradley and experience a romance you could've never expected (along with some very nosy kids)

Summer of Love masterlist

A/N - wow I'm back with a new part of Summer of Love?? this was long overdue and I kinda went off on one here so I really hope I did this series some justice with the newest part. there's actually a part in here based off something that legitimately happened to me when I worked at a summer camp in America so there's a fun fact for ya :). anyway I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

Waking up to the sound of your alarm would normally fill you with a sense of dread at having to face a day of work, but since arriving at camp your excitement levels had been climbing with each waking moment. Today it felt like they were at an all-time high because today was finally the day that the children would arrive and camp would begin properly. You get up and change before making your way over to the dining hall to have some breakfast, greeting all your friends as you join them at the table.

“How are you guys feeling about the fact camp is going to be in full swing by tonight?” Ella asks, a clear excitement in her voice as she glances at each of you in turn, all of you nodding with wide smiles.

“I can’t wait for it to get started!” You reply, practically grinning ear to ear with excitement.

“It’s going to be one hell of an experience.” Bradley then says, his smile matching yours as the group of you continue to talk, trying to predict what the next two months could hold for you all until Kerry stands at the front of the room and addresses you all.

“Alright, you guys! As you are all aware, the kids will be arriving this afternoon so take the morning to make sure your cabins are spotless and welcoming for when the children and their parents arrive so they can feel settled the moment they arrive.” Kerry announces, looking around the room at all the excited members of staff who were eagerly anticipating the official start of the camp session.

After Kerry had finished explaining what would transpire when the children began to arrive as well as telling you what time they were due to arrive, you were all dismissed to go and finish preparing your cabins for the arrival of the kids.

You arrive back at your cabin and quickly get to work, writing out little notes for each girl assigned to your cabin and placing one on each of the beds in the cabin so the girls have a bed assigned but you weren’t going to be upset if they wanted to swap with someone else. As long as it was agreed upon and caused no arguments, you were happy for the girls to make their experience as good as possible in their own way.

Once you’ve placed the notes down on the beds, you do a sweep of the whole cabin, getting rid of any outside dirt that may have snuck its way in before wiping down all the bedside tables to rid them of dust that had settled over time. When you were satisfied that your cabin was completely tidy and looked welcoming enough, you got changed into the correct uniform you needed to be wearing for when the children arrived and made your way over to the staff lounge to relax and hang out with your friends before lunch.

Meanwhile, across the camp, Bradley was making similar preparations for his cabin. Unlike you, Bradley had not made any notes or anything similar to put on the beds. He had chosen to roughly sketch out a layout of the cabin and write names on each of the four beds in the cabin but he wasn’t going to put up much of a fight if they wanted to switch around. All Bradley could hope for was that none of the boys in his cabin had heavy gear that they would ask for a hand with. While Bradley had remembered to take his medication this time, his back was still not up to any heavy lifting tasks just yet. When Bradley was satisfied the cabin was clean after thoroughly cleaning as if he were back in the naval academy awaiting a room inspection, he changed into the appropriate uniform. He then made his way to the staff lounge as you had done.

“Hey, Bradley.” You greet him warmly the moment you notice him enter the room, smiling up at him as he crosses the room to sit on the sofa with you.

“Hey, y/n. Cabin all sorted?” Bradley asks with a smile, easing himself back against the sofa cushions as you nod your head.

“I think so. All it needs now is some campers. Are you all sorted?” You reply, smiling softly at Bradley as he mirrors your nod.

“Yeah, all sorted.” He says, smiling as you begin to talk about how excited you were for camp to start properly. Bradley thought you had the cutest smile, and that it was so cute seeing you so excited for this.

Before Bradley could continue his conversation with you, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he tilted his head slightly in confusion when he saw Maverick’s name displayed across his phone for a Facetime call.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve got to take this really quick.” Bradley excuses himself apologetically, grabbing his headphones from his locker and plugging them into his phone before sitting out on the porch and picking up the call.

“Hey, Mav.” He greets his godfather with a small smile.

“Hey, kid. I remembered you saying that camp officially starts this afternoon so I figured I’d get a last-minute call in before you’re too busy.” Maverick starts before Penny crosses to stand behind him, leaning over his shoulder so Bradley can see her.

“He means I reminded him.” She says, eliciting a chuckle from Bradley as she moves off camera again to continue with what she is doing.

“How’s things back home?” Bradley asks, partially curious as to how things at Top Gun have been, and partially trying to deal with his fear of missing out.

“It’s good. Pretty quiet without you and Hangman butting heads that’s for sure. But you know the Daggers, they’re able to keep me on my toes.” Maverick admits with a soft chuckle as he thinks back to all the shenanigans he’s had to put up with since becoming Captain of the Dagger Squadron.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I sort of miss butting heads with Jake. But don’t tell him I said that, his ego doesn’t need any more boosts, he gets enough from the women at the Hard Deck.” Bradley says, finding himself admitting something he thought he’d die before saying out loud.

“Your secret is safe with me Bradley. I will be honest, we do all miss you here. I wish nothing more than for you to be flying with us but I know I need to stick to my guns and let you finish up your recovery before you come back.” Maverick says, a solemn expression crossing his face as Bradley nods his head sadly.

“I understand, Mav.” Bradley says, sadness tugging lightly at his heart as he thinks of everything he is missing back in San Diego. He knew coming to work at a summer camp was his idea, and he was yet to have any regrets about it. But his heart still longed to be up in the air, flying with his friends and doing his duty.

“Your back isn’t giving you too much trouble is it?” Maverick asks quietly as if people were potentially listening in to their conversation. Bradley could only bring himself to shake his head at Maverick’s question, not trusting his voice enough to convince his godfather that his back wasn’t troubling him.

“Hey, Bradley. I just thought I’d let you know we’re heading over for lunch so you can come and join us whenever you’re ready. But don’t rush though. Finish your call whenever.” Bradley is shaken out of his pity party thoughts by your soft voice and gentle hand on his shoulder, leaning down and speaking softly so as not to cause too much of a ruckus while he’s on the phone before offering him a small smile when he looked up at you and then leaving the porch and crossing to the dining hall, Bradley’s gaze following you the whole way.

“Who was that?” Maverick’s voice snaps Bradley back to reality, feeling a slight blush cover his cheeks at being caught out.

“It was… uh- y/n.” Bradley stumbles over his words, only serving to deepen his blush as he watches Maverick raise an eyebrow.

“I see. Is y/n your girlfriend?” Maverick asks, watching and fighting back a laugh when Bradley’s eyes widen.

“No. She’s a friend who happens to be a girl. That’s it.” Bradley defends himself, trying to hide his feelings as Maverick hums in amusement, clearly not believing Bradley’s adamant denial of his feelings.

“Pete, leave Bradley alone.” Penny scolds in the background, shooting Maverick a look when he glances away from his phone to look at her, warning him to behave.

“Look Mav, I should get going if I want to get lunch before the kids arrive.” Bradley says, glancing over at the dining hall as he feels his stomach grumble at the thought of food.

“Yes, of course. Have a good time, kid. Message us when you can and I’ll keep you up to date on what the Daggers get up to.” Maverick says, smiling as he and Bradley bid each other goodbye before ending the call. Bradley pulls his headphones out with a sigh and moves to stand up, wincing when his back twinges in pain before shoving his phone back in his locker and crossing to the dining hall. He quickly plates up some food once he enters before scanning the room, unable to stop the smile from covering his face when he sees you sat with your friends, one seat free for him.

“Hey guys.” Bradley greets everyone at the table as he sits down, placing his plate down in front of him and digging in.

“Oh, Bradley you didn’t need to rush your call if you weren’t done I could’ve plated some stuff up for you.” You say apologetically, feeling bad that he ended his call so soon after you and the others came up for lunch.

“Don’t worry about it, Mav isn’t one for long calls anyway so we probably would’ve finished the call by now anyway.” Bradley says with a shrug, placing his fork down and lifting the cup of water to his lips.

“Mav? Who names their kid that?” Cameron asks, confused, glancing over at Bradley who quickly realises his slight error.

“My godfather is in the Navy, same as me. Mav is short for Maverick. That’s his callsign.” Bradley clarifies, receiving nods of understanding in response.

“Wait so if you’re in the Navy too, that means you must have a fancy callsign too. What is it then?” Nathan asks, causing a clamour of people wanting to know Bradley’s callsign as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“I’ve got enough people calling me by my callsign in my day-to-day life I don’t need to add you guys into it as well. It’s staying a secret sorry guys.” Bradley shrugs with a grin as everyone jokingly groans at the lack of a callsign reveal. As you finish up your lunch together, you are suddenly aware that it’s only a matter of time before the children start to arrive so with one last good luck to each other, you leave the dining hall and head your separate ways to your cabins to await the arrival of your campers.

You wait with a smile inside your cabin, you had the door propped open so parents and children alike could see that you were inside as you busied yourself with last-minute adjustments so you didn’t look like you were just sitting around bored.

“Hello?” You hear a voice come from behind you, making you turn to face the owner of the voice, seeing two parents and their daughter between them.

“Hello, it’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name?” You greet the three happily, welcoming them into the cabin and addressing the young girl who glances down at the floor, clearly shy.

“I’m Zoe.” She says quietly, fidgeting with the hair tie on her wrist.

“Hi Zoe, I’m y/n and I’m going to be your counsellor for the summer. Would you like to find the bed with your name on it?” You introduce yourself with a gentle smile before offering her something to do as she nods, creeping towards each of the beds in turn until she eventually points out the bed with her name card on it.

“Look at that Zo, you’ve got a great view of the lake isn’t that amazing?” Her dad states, glancing out the window that sat beside her bed, wrapping his arm around his daughter and looking at the view with her.

“It’s Zoe’s first time here so she’s a little nervous since it’s her first time spending a good chunk of time away from home.” Zoe’s mother sidles up alongside you to mumble and you turn to face her.

“That is completely understandable. My job is to make sure she has a great time here.” You say with a nod, understanding her potential homesickness and shyness in a new place. You then help get her bags in before Zoe’s parents bid her goodbye, leaving you to help her unpack her things with the space she has. You made small talk with Zoe, asking her about some of the activities she had signed up for and told her about how friendly the counsellors running those activities were so she felt less nervous about them. Soon another girl entered the cabin with her parents trailing behind.

“Hi, I’m Julia!” The girl introduces herself to both you and Zoe, leading her parents into the cabin and quickly locating the bed with her name on it as if she’d done it before.

“Wow, you knew to look for the name card, guess I’m not the first one to have tried it, huh?” You joke with a laugh as Julia’s parents set her bags down by her bed.

“This is my second summer here, and my last counsellor did the same thing so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to check.” Julia says with a smile as she instantly starts to unpack her belongings.

“Well, I’m y/n and I’ll be your counsellor for the summer.” You introduce yourself to the young girl as she grins over at you. Julia’s parents mingle for a few more minutes, talking to you as Julia starts to make conversation with Zoe, helping her to break out of her shell a little as she shares some of her spare fabrics to make curtains for the windows as you smile at the interactions. Julia’s parents then said goodbye to their daughter who quickly hugged them goodbye before returning to her conversation with Zoe. Soon your last two girls arrived at the same time with their parents in tow.

“You two must be Louisa and Megan. I’m y/n, your counsellor.” You introduce yourself to the girls as you help their parents bring their bags into the cabin.

“It’s nice to meet you.” The two girls chirp in tandem, smiling and crossing to their beds and starting to unpack, introducing themselves to the others as their parents join you.

“These two have been best friends since birth. And they’ve been coming here since we found out about this camp so they definitely know how it works around here.” The woman who introduces herself as Louisa’s mother says as she watches her daughter happily interacting with her new cabinmates.

“They definitely look like they know what they’re doing.” You muse as you watch the two girls giving advice and helping Zoe and Julia set up their makeshift curtains before doing the same with the window nearest their beds before turning to you.

“Hey, y/n. Do you want some fabric for this little window here? That way you can have some privacy when you’re in your area of the cabin.” Megan asks, holding up some fabric as you glance from it to the little window that sits in the wall separating your cabin area from the girls.

“That’s a great idea, Megan. We can make them into little curtains so whenever we’re in here during the day I can have them open to keep an eye on you all.” You joke, eliciting giggles from all the girls as the parents chuckle too.

“Well, I guess we should be off then.” Both Megan and Louisa’s parents say, getting hugs from their children before bidding everyone goodbye and then heading out of the cabin to begin their journey home.

After they leave, you turn to your campers, a smile on your face as you watch them helping each other unpack and decorate the cabin.

“Alright girls, how about we get to know each other a little while we decorate? I know Megan and Louisa know each other but there’s no harm in being friends with your whole cabin is there? Why don’t we go around and everyone can introduce themself with their name and an activity they’re excited for.” You say, addressing each of the girls as they all nod glancing around each other, introducing themselves by name and naming an activity they’re excited for. Zoe was excited to learn how to waterski, Louisa was excited to horse ride, Megan was excited to audition for the camp musical, and Julia was excited to do some arts and crafts. It made you happy to hear how excited these girls were for the various activities the camp had to offer. You sat with the girls as they helped you make curtains out of the fabric Megan gave to you and once they were made you entered your part of the cabin and hung it up in the window, pulling them back and tying them back so they were open and you could see into the girls area of the cabin.

“I don’t know about you guys but I think we have the best cabin ever.”

Meanwhile, over in Bradley’s cabin he was just greeting the parents of the last boy to arrive in his cabin, he had already greeted Nick, Tom, and Alex so by process of elimination it was Lucas who had just arrived. He greeted the parents with a shake of the hand before introducing himself to Lucas and pointed out his bed so he could start to unpack.

“I hate to be a bother but Lucas’ trunk is a little heavy, we had to cart it down here. Do you think you could give me a hand bringing it into the cabin?” Lucas’ dad asks, looking very apologetic for having to ask in the first place. Bradley knew he should say no, he could picture his doctor and Maverick screaming at him to not help but Bradley couldn’t bring himself to turn down the ask for help.

“Of course, we’ll take a handle each.” Bradley says with a smile, stepping outside the cabin to where the small wooden cart with the trunk on was sitting. Bradley took one of the handles in his hand while Lucas’ dad took the other. Upon lifting it, Bradley was relieved to find out it was nowhere near as heavy as he had anticipated it to be, in fact, he was sure he could’ve carried it himself, but he couldn’t ignore the throbbing pain in his back when he lifted it so he did his best to get it into the cabin as quickly as possible.

“There we go.” Lucas’ dad says as he and Bradley put the trunk down on the floor for Lucas to begin unpacking.

“That hardly seemed like a problem for you.” Lucas’ mum praises Bradley, smiling as Bradley shakes his head with a chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure the bag I brought was heavier than that.” Bradley says with a laugh as Lucas’ parents exchange a look and laugh.

“Well, we’ll leave Lucas in your capable hands then. Have a good time son.” Lucas’ dad says, bidding goodbye to his son who says a goodbye in response before focusing on unpacking and making his bed while chatting with the other three boys in his cabin. Bradley then decides to make the effort to get to know the boys who very clearly all knew each other already and so strikes up a conversation asking what they’re looking forward to doing. Unsurprisingly, Bradley soon found out that most of the boys were excited to work on their sports skills, mostly in soccer, which meant Bradley had to make sure he was the best instructor he could be to help the boys get to the skill level they’d like to. Bradley continues to chat with his campers for a while, helping them set up their areas until he clocks the time on his watch.

“Alright guys, we should head out to the assembly point.” He says, remembering that there was a meeting to welcome everyone to camp before everyone was given the assigned table that they had to sit at for breakfast and dinner while at lunch they could sit wherever they wanted. Bradley ushers his campers out of the cabin once they’re ready and they make their way to the assembly point, finding a place to sit and waiting as more and more people arrive and find somewhere to sit. Bradley saw you arrive with your campers in tow, you had brief eye contact and you offered him a small wave before one of your campers pointed out a place you could all sit so you then followed her to the free spot.

Soon, Kerry stood before you all and welcomed all the campers to the beginning of camp, which was met with excited cheers from the campers as some began to murmur excitedly amongst each other until Kerry quietened them down, her smile still wide and welcoming. When everyone is calmed down again, Kerry explains that she’s going to call out the table number, and then the people who are sitting at that table. After she says the names, the people who were called out can go and sit at their assigned table and wait for everyone else. You all wait patiently as Kerry calls out the numbers and names.

“On table twelve we have Bradley, y/n, Molly, Jamie, Sophia, Seb, Eve, and Kevin.” Kerry calls out your name and you stand up, making your way towards the dining hall with the other people at your table, unable to suppress your smile as Bradley walks up alongside you.

“Guess we’re tablemates now.” Bradley jokes, smiling as the eight of you enter the dining hall, locating the table displaying the number twelve.

“I suppose there are worse people to be grouped with.” You say with a smile, giggling as Bradley jokingly scoffs and rolls his eyes as you all sit down at your table, waiting for the rest of the camp to go to their tables.

When everyone is sat at their tables, Kerry announces how breakfast and dinner will function. Everyone will sit at their tables after the morning and afternoon meetings and will wait as the tables are released to get their food by row, and every table is responsible for cleaning up after themselves. With the rules now established, the tables are released row by row to go and plate up their meals. When your table is released, you make your way up to the hot food bar and plate up some dinner before returning to your table and digging into your food as the rest of your table slowly returns.

“All I’m saying is the Daggers would be so jealous of the food we have here. The food in the canteen isn’t nearly as good as this.” Bradley says after a mouthful of food, glancing over at you as you nod in agreement. Knowing your friends from back home would be jealous of the food you were being served.

“What is the Daggers?” Jamie asks, looking at Bradley curiously as he exchanges a look with you, clearly unprepared for such a question.

“I’m a naval aviator and the Daggers is the name of my squadron.” Bradley explains with a small smile, seeing how the kid's eyes light up when he reveals his job to them. He is then bombarded with questions from curious kids who want to know more. They all seem to love hearing some of Bradley’s stories, he made sure to only pick the appropriate ones, mostly about his training and teammates.

“My dad used to be an aviator, his callsign was Diesel. What’s your callsign?” Sophia asks, which once again has all eyes on Bradley as he chuckles.

“That’s staying a secret from everyone. Not even the other counsellors know my callsign. I get called it enough to earn a little break.” Bradley says, earning a wave of groans and pleads with the promise it would stay a secret between the table but Bradley sticks to his guns.

“Sorry guys, some things just stay secret.” Bradley grins as he lifts his cup of water to his lips before taking a sip as there’s yet another ripple of groans from the children. You then effortlessly switch the subject and ask the kids what kinds of activities they’ve signed up for and Bradley can’t help but admire how good you are with the children and how you hold conversation with them, listening to them as if their thoughts and opinions were the most important thing to you.

Before you knew it, dinner was over and everyone made their way into the hall that functioned as a small theatre and a gymnasium to watch some of the counsellors take part in the counsellor variety show, some singing, some doing silly dances with their friends, and more. You were happy to sit at the back of the room along with the other counsellors to watch and enjoy the show. When the show was finished Kerry took to the stage to dismiss you all to head back to your cabins for the night and you gathered up your four campers and walked back up to the cabin with them while Bradley found his four.

“Are you guys good to head back to the cabin yourselves? I have something I need to do.” Bradley says and once they nod he sends them off to the cabin, instructing them to get ready for bed before he gets back, as they leave, Bradley heads in the direction of the nurse’s lodge, grabbing his medication from the bag with his name on and taking it with a swig of water before shoving it away and making his way back to the cabin where he enters his area of the cabin and changes into a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and one of his shirts from his Navy training days before throwing on his beloved Eagles sweatshirt over the top to counter the chill he felt in the cabin. Once he was ready and checked with the boys that they had gotten changed, he entered their area of the cabin and leaned up against the wall asking how they all were.

“We’re good. Hey, what’s going on with you and y/n? You two looked really close.” Nick asks, getting a murmur of agreement from the rest of the boys while Bradley fights back a blush he knows is coming.

“We’re friends. We’ve been friendly since we met at the start of counsellor orientation.” Bradley says, not missing how the campers exchange a knowing look.

“Sure… well, Louisa from y/n’s cabin was at my table and she noticed it too so I bet she’s going to ask her as well.” Alex says, making Bradley let out a soft sigh.

“Look, don’t drag y/n into anything. We’re just here to do our jobs and make sure you guys have a good summer. It’s hard to do that when kids are bugging you about things that aren’t true.” Bradley says, an overwhelming urge to protect you from the pestering campers leaping out without a second thought.

“You sound pretty protective there, Bradley. Sure it’s because y/n is just a friend?” Tom says making Bradley roll his eyes biting his tongue so he wouldn’t seem so defensive and add fuel to their fire. All he could hope was that your campers weren’t putting you through the same interrogation.

“y/n, we saw you and Bradley laughing and chatting during dinner. Do you have a crush on him?” Louisa asks as you’re perched on the end of Zoe’s bed, book in hand to read to them as per their request.

“What?” You ask with a laugh, feeling your cheeks growing hot at the sudden question.

“All of us saw it. You were laughing and chatting with him. You totally have a crush on him.” Julia pipes up, making you let out a breathy laugh.

“We’re just friends girls. Friends laugh and talk together, especially when you’re the only two adults at the table. Bradley’s a nice guy to talk with.” You defend yourself, picking what you believe to be the most believable excuses to say as your cheeks grow hotter. 

“Okay.” Megan says, all four girls exchanging a look as you open the book to the first chapter, focusing on the page to calm down before looking back up at the girls.

“Are you ready for me to start reading now?”

About forty-five minutes later, you were quietly sneaking out of your cabin after lights out. Usually, you’d be granted from ten to midnight to have off while a few other counsellors were on patrol to make sure the cabins were covered. But since it was the first night of camp, you only got an hour instead of two but you were more than okay with that. You just wanted to stargaze for a while. You made your way to a small slope in the ground near the dining hall, sitting down on the grass and looking up at the stars, a soft smile on your face as you searched for constellations.

“Room for one more?” You hear about five minutes into stargazing and you look up to see Bradley smiling down at you.

“Of course.” You say with a smile, patting the grass next to you and waiting for Bradley to sit down, fighting the urge to raise your eyebrow at the smallest hiss of pain that escaped his lips as he sat down. Once he’s sat down, you both focus your gaze on the stars, watching them shine up in the darkened sky. You felt slightly awkward with Bradley sat alongside you after the questioning you received from your campers. They had hit the nail on the head with your crush on the tall aviator, but you had no clue how he felt about you and you treasured the newfound friendship with Bradley that you were more than willing to lock your feelings away to prevent heartbreak. After a brief silence, you clear your throat slightly and speak up.

“So you’re really not going to tell anyone your callsign? Not even the kids?” You ask with a smile as you glance over at Bradley who lets out a small breathy chuckle.

“I don’t think my ego could handle my callsign being public knowledge among the campers. It’s not exactly a callsign that strikes fear into the hearts of people.” Bradley says, explaining his reasoning and you nod in understanding.

“That’s okay. I didn’t mean to make it seem like you had to tell anyone if you didn’t want to.” You apologise, shifting your gaze back to the night sky as Bradley mirrors your actions before a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“Rooster.” Bradley says quietly after a brief silence.

“What was that?” You ask, turning to look at Bradley who somehow seemed perfectly illuminated under the moonlight.

“My callsign, it’s Rooster.” Bradley then says, shifting his gaze to meet yours, a shy smile appearing on his face.

“Rooster… I like it. What earned you that callsign?” You ask curiously, immediately wondering if you overstepped judging by Bradley’s expression and were prepping an apology before he spoke up.

“My dad’s callsign was Goose so I wanted to keep my callsign avian. Duck or Chicken probably weren’t the best choices so I ended up with Rooster. It’s not the most terrifying of callsigns but it’s good enough for me.” Bradley explains, glancing back up at the stars, wondering if his parents were up there together watching down on him as you listen carefully to his words.

“I think it’s lovely you wanted a callsign that could connect to your dad’s. Honestly, anyone who thinks that Rooster isn’t a scary callsign clearly has never been around a rooster because those things are scary.” You say, letting out a small laugh at the end of your sentence as Bradley cracks a smile of his own.

“So, is that why you didn’t want anyone to know? Because you’re worried it’s not considered cool enough?” You ask softly, curious as to whether that’s the only reason he won’t tell anyone.

“Well, there’s that. Then there’s the fact that more people in my life call me by my callsign instead of my actual name. I just want time to be Bradley.” He admits, gaze briefly flicking over to lock eyes with you once more before focusing back on the stars.

“You’re always going to be Bradley to all of us here. Even after we all head our own ways, everyone here is going to refer to you as Bradley.” You say with a smile, making Bradley nod slightly, his soft smile returning. Bradley was trying not to give away any of his supposedly obvious feelings towards you after the boys in his cabin grilled him about his feelings. He couldn’t keep lying to himself about his feelings anymore, but he didn’t want to risk the friendship he had with you. He didn’t want to scare you away. But you listened to him. You looked past Rooster and focused on Bradley. He realised then and there that he didn’t want anyone else but you.

“That will be nice. Just please don’t tell anyone my callsign.” Bradley asks, bringing himself back to reality and shifting to look over at you as you nod with a smile, moving to rest a comforting hand on top of Bradley’s entirely missing how his breath hitched at the contact because of how focused you were on the warmth of Bradley’s hand.

“Your secret is safe with me, Bradley.” You say, your voice no louder than a whisper, before removing your hand from atop Bradley’s, fighting back a frown at how cold you got the moment you moved your hand away while Bradley fought a frown of his own at the loss of the comforting feeling. The two of you look back up at the stars and continue to sit in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before a yawn slips past your lips without warning.

“I think that’s my cue to go and get some rest. You should do the same. We’re going to need all the rest we can get.” You say, beginning to get to your feet as Bradley mirrors your actions, standing face to face with you as you smile up at him under the moonlight.

“Goodnight Bradley.” You mutter with a shy smile, getting the sudden confidence to wrap him in a quick hug that took him aback at how gentle your hold was, able to wrap his arms around you for a brief second before you pulled away.

“Goodnight y/n.” Bradley replies, his soft smile never fading as he watches you turn around and make your way to the girl's line and disappear into the darkness before finally turning around himself and making his way back to his cabin.

When you reached your cabin, you snuck into your area of the cabin quietly, pulling your hoodie off and hanging it on a peg before taking your shoes off and climbing into bed, tugging the covers over yourself as you lie down, thinking about the first full day of camp tomorrow, and the tall aviator with a moustache on the other side of camp.

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uwaaaa, thank you sm for doing my stellaron hunter!reader with the ranpo personality req <3

following the previous req, it'd be interesting to see the reader outsmart them since 'm sure they characters are not used to being outsmarted ! i.e. jing yuan and reader could be playing starchess and even with him known for stealing the pieces, reader ends up still winning somehow :0

it'd also be interesting to see sampo get a taste of his own medicine for once :^ and they're all smug about it too, they'd especially rub in the fact they've tricked him somehow.

maybe even include how they adore the praise when being tasked with something difficult by elio yet they succeed? (if they don't get the praise they start huffing and sighing more than usual heh)

the same characters from the previous req + sampo please !! cunning characters with a cunning reader ^^

thank you once more for the entertaining reads ! i especially enjoyed the chef!reader, it was funny hehe. i hope your day has been wonderful so far !

oh and ! if you take emoji anons, could i request to be known as 🍰 anon ? if not emoji's then being addressed as strawberry anon is fine !

Yes I will happily welcome you officially as 🍰 anon!!Thank you! Ooooh what a fun idea, I love it! You’re so kind, thank you so much, I’m glad you liked the chef!reader haha it was fun to write! Also thank you for submitting ideas such as the starchess and Elio thing, genuinely makes it easier for me to write when you guys give me specifics like that!

-Honkai Star Rail men with a cunning Stellaron Hunter!reader-

Jing Yuan: Once your relationship becomes official, he enjoys spending quiet time with you, such as whiling away the time in the gardens (that he snuck you into) playing board games. Jing Yuan isn’t used to losing at starchess. Yes, he’ll cheat at starchess even when he’s playing against you. You’re definitely aware he steals pieces when he plays with you. But that’s okay. It’s an added challenge. The look on his face when you got a checkmate on him…priceless. He was knocked off his balance, that’s for sure. “Now may I have my pieces back?” you ask, holding your hand out to him smugly, and you realize the sheer Amount of pieces he stole when he returns them to you. You beat him with nearly Half your pieces missing.

Blade: Blade isn’t really…good at giving you the praise you’re looking for after you complete a difficult mission from Elio. It makes you kinda pouty. But he tries anyways. Quick to give you a simple: “good job, welcome back,” but that’s about the extent of it. And Kafka and Silver Wolf don’t exactly hand you out praises either. Ah well, at least he tries to keep you happy. He’s a good boyfriend that way. And he really does respect your cunningness, you ARE super clever and you deserve more praise for it. He wishes he was better at it for your sake.

Dan Heng: definitely isn’t used to being outsmarted, but then you came along, and you were even able to beat him in a fight using your brains rather than your brawn. He knows he shouldn’t fall for you. But wow, you’re incredible. You’ve been in a relationship for a while when the second time you outsmart him comes around. You’re sent on a mission from Elio. To steal something from the Archives of the Astral Express. Easy enough to do given how personal you know Dan Heng. Oh you do feel a bit…bad betraying him. But he never catches you, and if he ever does figure out it was you, you have a feeling you can get him to forgive you.

Sampo Koski: is sly, clever…and definitely not used to being outsmarted, until you come into his life. He was happy to start a romantic relationship with you, but goodness you’re almost too smart for him. The first time you outsmarted him was when he tried to engage in his first shady business deal behind your back. You met him at the agreed upon meeting spot. He was Shocked, to say the least, you shouldn’t have known what he was doing, where he would be, or the fact that he always showed up 15 minutes early, just to be safe. But there you were! You said you didn’t care if he engaged in shady business deals, but he should at least tell you. And you kissed his cheek and left him alone after that. Leaving him standing there, completely dumbfounded that you could read him like a book.

[yokiidokii]

May I request hc's of The Gang with a male reader that's new to Cognito?? Just a normal guy that was suddenly thrusted into a crazy company to work in

I thank you for taking me up on my offer, I hope the wait wasn't too much! I wanted to write something good and I wasn't happy with my first go around so this was my second take >:)

And may I just add, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE!

Warnings: Absolutely nothin, you are so safe baybe <3

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Reagan

Another one??? She'd sigh but considering how good for both her and the company Brett turned out to be she can't complain about it.

She'd have probably gotten all of her "You aren't who you say you are" theories out on Brett so luckily you are spared. for now.

Would give the most thorough tour. Like you will know all the places that you need to by the end of this tour along with a good handful of the people who work in them.

I feel like Reagan would be pretty interested in what job you would be there to do? Like she's got no clue what you were hired based on- please tell her it wasn't the firmness of your handshake.

Regan reeks of a burnt-out gifted kid it's because that's what she is SO I'd imagine that she would be incredibly good at helping you figure out all that shitty 'welcome to the company keep us a secret or we disappear you' papers. Like she knows why there are so many but it can get overwhelming for a first-timer to read about all the ways your employer can see in on your life when you aren't paying attention and also how many ways they plan to kill you.

She would be vaguely interested in your outside life, maybe not as much as some of your other coworkers so it may not come up as often as either of you would like compared to general water cooler conversations.

Okay sweet girl would try and be entertaining or fill the quiet with jokes or something and it would absolutely come out like a threat SHE'S TRYING SO HARD SHE DOESN'T MEAN IT.

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Brett

WOW!!! Another guy in his exact position? Your impending friendship has to be fate.

He'd be more than glad to show you around! This place is pretty easy to get lost in but he assures you that you'll get used to it after a while.

Brett has the most heart, he found his family at this place! So he's going to try his best to give you all the reasons why this place may be a madhouse, but it's a madhouse ~with heart✨

He's got something nice to say about basically everyone and everything that resides within Cognito, so you'll have at least one reason to like everyone here!

Pretty laid back but very welcoming! I mean he was once in your position. Sometimes you get some serious imposter syndrome being surrounded by all these cool brainiacs and walking, talking conspiracies, so if you ever need to talk his office door is always open <3

This man is as warm as the fluffiest thickest comforter you have ever seen and doubly as welcoming so he's sure to try his darndest at including you in things and introducing you to his friends!

Would be so willing to listen to you talk about your life outside of work, but if you don't want to? That's cool too! He can talk about his life outside of Cognito! No bonding time lost ;)

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Andre

Being normal doesn't always mean being boring. He is invested in finding out what interesting secrets hide within the walls you've put up.

So okay, he will genuinely try and help you around if he's tasked to. He can show you the places you need to be and introduce you to a handful of cool people HOWEVER he will sit back and laugh as you experience the madness. He enjoys the confusion and probable moral panic.

He won’t leave you floundering though. Andre is a talker, the tour will be full of weird info he knows but he will also be asking you questions about how you ended up here like the whole time? He’s just a curious lil fella :) 

Also would be someone to lounge in your office, if you don’t have anything to decorate it off the bat he might think it’s a little bit boring however he won’t say anything. But you may start noticing more small and funky novelty objects appearing in your office.

(It’s him. All of them are from him and they are so silly) BUT! They all stay, they hold sentimental value AND they make your space less boring and more homey :) TRIPLE WIN!!!

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Myc

Helpful in his own special Myc kinda way, like a little bit of an asshole about it but not so much that it feels like he’s being a total dick? He’s still helpful but he’s using terms from Cognito that you definitely do not understand yet. He’ll explain it son, he just wants to watch you squirm for a minute as you try and figure it out what the fuck he’s talking about.

His tour would be like some emotional rollercoaster? You don’t really know what’s going on here so he’s going to fuck with you. Hyping up what’s beyond this door as some big scary bad thing and it’s not, it’s just craft services- it’s just to amuse himself.

Simillar to Andre in that he will laugh and tease you about shit, but he will absolutely have more amo because of the whole mind reading thing? More stuff akin to him mentioning Brett’s lovely memory of Dane Cook routines in episode 1. It’s just the Myc special baby well one of them anyway ;) 

He’d obviously have a preference to tell you more nice things about the gang? Even those might not sound nice but uh- they are for him? HOWEVER he will tell you to never tell them or he will find you. You are slightly unsure if it’s a real threat or not???

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Gigi

Ok, Gigi would be one of if not the most helpful to be able to show you around.

Based on how she acted with Brett- she might flirt with you, but like who would complain about that have you SEEN HER????

Knows where the best places in the office to get cell reception are 

She lives for the gossip and will gossip about all the coworkers she introduces to you. Is it true? Probably. Will you trust her? Up to you~ it’s all true okay– eat this shit up. SHE HAS THE GOOD SHIT.

Honestly? Her welcome would be nice? Like her own work is super chaotic but she knows how the fuck to handle all this. She knows how to help you deal with all this chaos.

Would ABSOLUTELY look you up on social media to know what you’re all about.

Ears are always ready to listen. Absolutely ready to listen to you spill all the tea about wherever in the company you do end up in. Even if it’s her own she knows interesting shit is always happening within these walls - GIVE👏🏻HER👏🏻THE👏🏻DEETS

OK SO NOT TO BE RUDE BUT- She is going to judge your bland ass office hardcore. She just is, it’s a fact of life. She’s got recommendations right away.  Follow her orders. Please-

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Glenn

Actually kind of wholesome??

You might actually get a decent tour, I think it’s fair to say based on him that it would be pretty biased? Especially about what part of the company he hopes you’d join *wink wink nudge nudge*

The tour would probably be surprisingly thorough? Especially his section and Andre’s! He knows the most about those two places so that isn’t the most shocking? Though some of the other places get the bare minimum knowledge.

He would also be able to show you the best places for napping, Old man naps <3

There might be a little less said, but what is said is important. So if he gives someone or something a compliment know that he means it.

I mean he was a normal man once, he still kinda is? Y’know minus the dolphin stuff? So if you need someone to hash it out with when the company gets too much you could come to him. If he likes you enough he might let you launch a missile somewhere- please have restraint. Please.

He’d probably also want to talk, please indulge him in getting to talk about his life at least a little bit with serious responses and care. He deserves some genuine care too and it makes the whole… whatever you two have going on feel more mutual to him :D

[thel3ma]

A Helpful Hand

Solomon x AFAB!Reader smut

a/n: hi guys! here is a new a new fic for y’all <3 sorry for any grammar mistakes

Solomon sighed as he flicked through the pages of his spellbook aimlessly. His eyes ached and his back was sore. He lurched forward and decided he should go get a cup of tea.

He walked towards the kitchen, the long muscles of his back crying out in protest. His eyes land on Simeon and MC standing in the kitchen, too close for his liking. He brushes it off for the moment as their idle chatter fills his ears while he grabs his desired tea.

When Solomon gets settled back in his room, his first sip of his tea is interrupted by a knock on the door. In waltz MC, unaware of the earlier offense according to Solomon.

“Hey Sol. How’s your work going?”

He replies with a curt “good” and takes another sip of his tea, his back still facing MC.

“Uh, something wrong?” MC asks, confused by his childish behavior.

“I just… you were standing so close to Simeon earlier. You two got something going on?”

“Really, Sol? Jealous much, huh? We were just standing close because we’ve been friends forever now. I mean, you and I stand rather close together, don’t we? You have nothing to worry about. Not that… we’re really dating or anything in the first place.”

Solomon sighs at that statement and turns to look at MC with sorry eyes.

“You’re right. I’m sorry for stepping out of line. But… I have to say you may have no idea how much I want you. That is why I stepped out of the boundaries of our current relationship.”

“Oh. Wow, Sol. Uhm… well- this gives me an idea. You seem very tense. Let me help you relax, hm? How ‘bout I give you a massage.”

“Well what a way to avoid that conversation- but I can’t say no. I guess I’ll lay on my bed?”

“Yeah, that’ll work.”

Solomon still couldn’t shake off how MC avoided his confession of love, but he had a suspicion of where this may lead, so he tried to ignore his fears.

After Solomon got comfortable laying down, MC straddled his lower back gently. She grabbed the lotion conveniently on Solomon’s nightstand (nasty fucker) after she lifted his shirt over his head and off his body. She began to warm up the lotion between her hands before rubbing it into his tense back.

“Damn, your back is tense AF! Solomon, have you gotten a massage ever in your thousands of years of life???”

He chuckles and whispers a yes before MC returns to running her hands along the sorcerer’s surprisingly muscular back. Her fingers graze the ripples up to his shoulders, where when she pressed, he let out a groan.

“Painful?”

“Yeah.”

She gently worked his shoulders until all the knots she could feel were settled. She couldn’t lie to herself- the sounds he was letting out were turning her on and she could only help he couldn’t feel the warmth between her legs. Her hands traced down his back again.

“Can I massage your chest?”

Solomon blushed at the idea, because he too was turned on and would have a harder time hiding his arousal, especially with MC sitting right on top of it. But being the playful and risky man he is, he said “Sure.”

MC stood up while Solomon flipped onto his back, revealing not only his toned stomach but his rather large hard on. MC felt a shiver down her spine.

She decided to ignore the obvious and straddled his lap, settling right on his dick, causing Solomon to let out a gasp. MC looked away for a moment before grabbing more lotion that she began to rub all over his chest. Then she trailed her hands down to his stomach and she grabbed his waist slightly. All the while, her thigh’s trembled slightly and Solomon’s eyes were trained on MC’s face.

She couldn’t help herself when she rubbed her hips slightly on Solomon, making MC bite her lip. Solomon moved his hands from his sides to MC’s hips.

She looked into Solomon’s eyes and said “I hope you know I share the same feelings as you.” She then leaned forward and they shared a sloppy, wet kiss. MC’s tongue massages Solomon’s as her hips rubbed his clothed dick in rough motions. The passion was palpable.

MC’s fingers dug in to Solomon’s chest as his hands moved to untie her sweatpants she was wearing. She lifted herself up for a moment as Solomon pulled off her pants and underwear in one move. Her bare pussy then rested on his erection causing her to let out a soft moan.

“Fuck it.” Solomon said suddenly, before he flipped MC over and unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his boxers.

He moved down her body, kissing the inside of her thighs. He soon latched his lips onto her clit, his fingers moving to run up and down her lips slowly and sensually.

MC legs began to shake at the sensation, and she decided to remove her shirt due to the soon overwhelming heat she felt.

Solomon was now able to watch as MC’s breasts bounced while she shifted and moaned. It pushed him to keep his mouth attached to her pussy as his hands moved up to her nipples, which were practically begging to be touched. MC’s legs shook due to the overwhelming sensation, and a bubbling warmth began to fill in her tummy.

A warm gush slid down Solomon’s face as MC let out a scratchy and sudden moan as her orgasm met her. He separated himself from MC with a slack jaw and red face.

“God that was hot as fuck” he sighed out. He climbed over MC as she came down from her orgasm. She suddenly sobered up as his dick rubbed up and down her slick lips.

“Put it in please, Solomon!”

Without protest, Solomon obeyed MC’s request and slid in smoothly, causing them both to groan out.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight MC.”

She giggles slightly as Solomon began pumping in and out of her cunt with an absurd squelching sound. MC’s thighs were already feeling a burn but she ignored in favor of the delicious and warm feeling in her pussy. MC stared at Solomon’s face as he was yet again slack jawed. He picked up the pace, hoping to reach his peak soon.

“Fuck Solomon, you’re… so good.”

He really was! MC swears she has never been penetrated this deep before. Plus his strokes were hitting the spot inside her that was causing her legs to twitch.

Solomon grabbed MC’s hips and rested his elbows on the bed while burying his head in her neck. He began licking and biting and his pace became near brutal.

That warmth returned to MC’s belly as she soon came all over Solomon’s cock while he continued to pound into her. Then, that warmth hit Solomon and he was leaning his body into MC as he slowly ground his hips into her’s while his cum spilled inside her.

After just laying there for a few minutes, Solomon liftes himself from MC and pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out. He then got up and found a towel to wipe up MC.

“Are you hungry, thirsty?” Solomon asked MC as she breathed slowly, trying to calm down.

“Not really, but can I take a shower?”

“Only if I can join you.”

[cowboybeepboop]

Bimbo

“Oh, wow, how much did he have to pay you for you to actually show up?” “Could I buy you for a couple hours? I’ll make it worth your time,”

Pairing: Bob x fem!Reader

Genre: mostly plot with some porn

Word count: 3000

Warnings: Long-term relationship (ik some of y’all are scared of those) A dom/confident Bob, thinking Bob is seriously injured, praise kink, public thigh riding, public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, ass slapping, some fluff at the end.

Summary: you’re Bob’s long-term girlfriend who happens to be a lingerie model but the team doesn’t believe that you and him are really together. Once Bob and Phoenix had to eject you came running to the hospital to check up on him with tear stained cheeks. Hangman decides to be an ass and bother you which makes Bob insecure in himself, this leads to some public adventures.

A/N: Okay so this one will probably have a second part in which the reader and Bob actually get together because my friend and I came up with this brilliant concept for how they got together. Anyways there's not really much to say about this one lol, just hope you enjoy and have a good morning, afternoon, evening whatever time it is for you <3 ps incase you’re thinking “oh I’ve already read this” you probably have I just got my account deleted so I’m reposting everything 😭

You and Bob have been together for years, since January of your freshman year of highschool. High School sweethearts from a small town in the middle of nowhere, I know right, sounds so boring but nothing is ever boring when you’re in love. You guys decided to move out to California so you can be close to your agency and Bob gets shipped around every once in a while but for the most part stayed stationed in California.

While you’re out of town for a month or so Bob has been called back to Top Gun for a secret mission training, at least that's what it sounds like.

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Bob is sitting with the other pilots listening to their banter while dreaming of you, well in reality he’s just consuming the conversations around him, to get a better idea of the people he will be working with. Everyone’s attention is pulled toward Bob as they begin a conversation.

“So what do they call you?” Phoenix questions while payback glances over at him, as Bob chews his last peanut.

“Bob,” his hands brush the crumbs from his lap.

“No, your callsign,” Payback snickers softly.

“Uhm.. Bob,” he smiles awkwardly as he pushes his glasses up.

“Oh, Bob Floyd? My new weapons systems officer?” Phoenix questions with a smile while Bob just nods, “I’ve heard you’re cute, I just didn’t expect you to be this handsome,” she hands him a cue stick. Bob's hands fumble with the stick, his eyes glued to his shoes.

“Hold on just a minute Phoenix,” Payback starts, “how do you know he’s single?” Hangman laughs loudly in the background while Coyote grins widely.

“Uh yeah, I actually have a girlfriend,” Bob’s lips contort into an innocent smile, “I have some pictures of her in my wallet if you guys want to see,” he looks up as Hangman takes the cue stick out of his hands, a disappointed expression painting his face.

“Sure, let’s see your girlfriend,” Bob had his wallet pulled out and he grabs three polaroids out of one of the pockets, he hands them off to Phoenix who quickly gets flustered while looking at them.

The polaroid pictures you gave Bob to keep in his wallet are, well, ones he took right after sex. You in his button down shirt red hickeys splattered on your chest, soft yellow eyeshadow smeared along with your mascara, your red lipstick is smudged onto your cheek. Your hand between your thighs, while the other one is around your collarbone, with nails painted the same shade of red as your lips.

“Wow… Bob this is..” Phoenix clears her throat while her eyes are still wide, Payback takes the pictures from her hands and his eyes also widen.

“Isn’t she so pretty,” Bob smiles sweetly, hearts in his eyes, “these are her favorite photos, she always says I should show these if someone flirts with me,” his hands run through his hair as everyone gathers around Payback to take a look.

Hangman pulls one of the photos out of his hands while laughing, “Oh Bob, are you kidding?” he shakes his head and tosses the picture to the ground while leaving the bar, Bob carefully dusts off the picture of you while glaring at his back.

Hangman comes back in with a rolled up magazine in his hands he’s still chuckling as he tosses the open magazine onto the pool table. It’s open to a lingerie ad you did a couple years ago, the pose is the exact same and the shirt is unbuttoned just enough to show the bra. “Maybe next time, Bobby boy, you could pick a more believable picture,” Fanboy laughs.

“Bob, if you didn’t want me flirting with you, you could’ve just said so,” Phoenix rubs the back of her neck, while he collects his pictures back.

“She truly is my girlfriend, I’m honestly flattered that someone as beautiful as you was interested. Y/N she used to be a lingerie model that’s all..” his cheeks are slightly flushed as he puts your pictures back in his wallet.

“Yeah, just because it’s the same pose and stuff doesn’t mean it's not true,” Rooster defends Bob, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, if she’s really your girlfriend then why don’t you invite her over to hangout?” Hangman flashes his perfect white teeth, while Fanboy slaps Bob on the back.

“Yeah Bob, why don’t you call her right now, I’m sure she’d love to meet a fan, or a couple fans” Fanboy laughs at his own joke.

“I would but she’s out of town, I’ll call her the second her plane lands,” Bob crosses his arms over his chest glaring at Fanboy. Rooster tries to distract everyone by singing and Bob is still upset so he leaves early.

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Bob had told everyone that if they went to the bar in the evening that you would be there to finally prove to them that you truly were his girlfriend. However, your plans were postponed due to a storm which prevented your plane from taking off. You called Bob about this while they were having beers on the beach.

“I’m so sorry Rob.. I miss you, I wish I could be there with you,” you mumble through the phone, voice shaking with tears threatening to fall.

“It’s okay, pretty girl, don’t cry,” Bob smiles faintly as he whispers through the phone, the guys gather around him, “What’s the delay about?” he questions, Hangman grabs his phone and puts it on speaker. Bob shoots him a glare as you begin to speak.

“I dunno it’s some storm? I don’t know but the lady said it’ll be like another day,” you bite your lip, “It’s like serious, or something,” your voice shakes a little.

“No worries, love, you should catch up on some rest. Or maybe go sightseeing?” Bob tries to reassure you with a soft tone.

“But Bob, what about your friends I was supposed to meet, I’m sorry for letting you down..” you sigh as your body hits the plush mattress in your hotel room.

“Nothing is more important than your safety angel, just get some rest, you’ll be on the next available flight. You can meet them another time,” you can tell he’s smiling through his tone.

“Okay… I love you,” you smile as a few tears fall from your eyes. It's tiring when you have to spend so much time apart, you miss him more than words can express.

“I love you so much, now get some sleep.” his voice is slightly demanding but still quite soft.

“Alright… You too, okay? I’ll hang up now, I love you..” you hang up and set the phone off to the side and hug your pillow pretending it’s him.

“Well, would ‘ya look at that,” Hangman chuckles, “Bobby’s totally real girlfriend has to cancel, last minute, just when we were about to meet her,” Bob pinches his nose bridge softly.

“Hangman cut it out, it’s completely plausible that she would be stuck wherever she is because of a storm,” Rooster glares at Hangman, telling Bob to ignore his comments. “I’m sorry he’s such an ass, Bob.” he fluffs up Bob’s hair giving him a reassuring smile.

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You barely had any time to get settled when you got home before you get the call that Bob is in the hospital, you quickly get dressed in Bob’s favorite yellow Tee throwing on a pair of shorts as warm tears spill from your eyes. .

You arrive at the hospital where Bob is being held, your eyes are swollen and your mascara is smeared and running down your cheeks. A nurse takes you to his room where a few of his colleagues are standing around, you thank her and walk to the doorway while bringing your hands up to your face to wipe away your smeared mascara.

“Oh, wow, how much did he have to pay you for you to actually show up?” Hangman starts with you, you just stare at him.

“What are you talking about?” you question your eyes narrowing on the blond in front of the entrance to the hospital room that Bob is in.

“Could I buy you for a couple hours? I’ll make it worth your time,” he smirks, flashing his bright white teeth, you roll your eyes and grab him by the collar pulling him off to a quiet corner.

“Look, I don’t know who you think you are. But. If you continue insinuating that Bob has to pay me to be here, I’ll make sure you never reproduce. Hell, I’ll make it so you’ll never want to look at another woman again,” you grit your teeth glaring daggers into his eyes. “Got it? Pretty boy.” your voice is low and almost a hiss.

“Jeez, I got it,” He rolls his eyes as you both make your way back toward Bob’s room, you’re fixing your hair and he’s fixing his shirt collar that you messed with which looks sort of suspicious. You smooth down Bob’s tee while walking into the room.

“Hey handsome, how are you feeling?” your expression softens as you sit on the bed next to Bob, his hands cup your face as he rubs your cheekbones.

“I’m alright angel, I hope I didn’t worry you too much,” his cheeks flush softly while looking into your eyes. “I see you met Hangman..” Bob’s voice goes quiet, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth chewing down on it.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Does it hurt? Where do you hurt?” your hands trail down his chest while you look for any obvious bruises.

“Y/N…” calloused forefingers pull your chin up to meet his eyes. He rubs soft circles into your cheek as his thumb caresses your bottom lip. Hangman, Fanboy, and Payback knock on the door sticking their heads in.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t believe you earlier,” Fanboy chuckles softly, his hand reaching back to scratch his neck. Bob's shoulders shrug before dropping, a sad expression finding its way onto his face.

“We’re heading out Bob, just thought we’d drop by to check up on you once more,” Payback’s mustache curling up with his lips. You and Hangman make eye contact, lips going flat as your jaw clenches, you make a cutting throat motion to keep him quiet because he was about to talk. Hangman’s lips shut and they walk off, you turn your attention back to Bob.

“Darling,” Bob twirls your hair around his pointer finger, averting his eyes from your gaze. “Do you like Hangman?” you feel your heart drop to your stomach, your lungs squeezing as you take a deep breath.

“Bob, why would you think that?” scooting closer to him you bring your hands up to his cheeks, sliding up onto his lap.

“It’s just..” he sighs, “earlier, you guys seemed to run off in a hurry. Then you came back fixing your appearances, plus Hangman is just so.. I don’t know, handsome?” he huffs, chewing on his lip while looking down at his hands.

“Robert Floyd.” you clear your throat giving him a soft look, “Don’t doubt yourself so much, I love you, I’ve always loved you. You’re my first choice always and forever, you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, I only want you. So stop doubting yourself, please,” a sigh leaves your plump lips while you brush his hair back.

Bob nuzzles his face into your neck, “I wouldn’t blame you if you liked him more, you know? He’s-” his voice hardly reaches over a whisper, you interrupt him with a passionate kiss. Hands roaming over his chest as you push against him.

“Handsome, if you have energy to argue that means you're not as injured as I thought,” you murmur against his lips before leaning down to suck a soft hickey into his neck. Bob goans and pushes his hips up against your pelvic bone, he breathes against your shoulder while you tug at the roots of his hair softly.

“Fuck, Angel..” his hands caress your waist, “You have me so worked up already,” you kiss down Bob’s jawline. Sighing softly you sit back on his bare thigh, squeezing your own thighs around his as you grind down.

“Good girl,” he grips your hair up into a ponytail, “can you ride my thigh until you cum? Hm?” Bob's left hand squeezes your side softly. You nod enthusiastically, dragging your clothed pussy against his thigh.

Bob taps your ass cheek, “No, doll. Take your panties off,” he lifts your hips off of himself. You pull down your panties, throwing them beside him on the bed.

“Fuck, Bob. I need you,” he smirks, while rubbing your back with gentle fingers.

“Ride me first,” Bob’s hand wraps around your waist as he pulls you flesh against his thigh. “I promise you’ll get whatever you want, just give me a good show, Darlin’” he leans against the pillows propped behind him.

He puts his free hand behind his head, chest rising as he keeps his eyes on your pussy that’s pressed against his warm skin. Your slick spreads against Bob’s thigh as you grind down on it, biting down on your lip to stay quiet.

Hushed moans slip from your lips while you grasp onto his shoulder, your eyebrows squeezing together as pleasure flows down your spine. “Mmm fuckk, Bob,” you're panting faintly, back arched while keeping your hand on his knee to support your body.

Bob slides his hand under your shirt, groping the supple skin of your breasts, moans spilling out of your mouth. Chest heaving furiously as you lean against his shoulder, he twists one of your nipples between his forefingers while peppering kisses down your neck.

“Fuck,” you whisper into his ear, “Rob, I’m going to cum.” wrapping both arms around his neck you squeeze tightly as your orgasm rushes over your entire body. Bob uses his hands to guide your hips against his leg, pushing your orgasm further.

“Good girl,” his hands lightly squeeze your thighs right under your ass, “got any energy for a second round?” Bob mumbles into your skin as he pulls you onto his lap.

Instead of giving him a verbal response you begin grinding against his hard dick, creating a wet spot on the crotch of his hospital gown. “My sweet, you’re so eager for me.” he groans into your ear, bucking his hips up into yours.

You moan in acknowledgement, kissing his collarbone gently. Bob pulls up his gown, pumping his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance. Biting your lip you slowly sink down on his tip, your pussy swallowing him up as your ass presses against his thigh that you just came on not too long ago.

He grabs a handful of your hair pulling at the roots, you bend your neck back as quiet whimpers spill from your chapped lips. His other hand finds its way up your shirt again, pulling your breast to his mouth as he sucks on your hard nipple.

Once your body gets used to his length you begin to ride his dick at a slow pace, using one hand to prop you up while the other moves down to your sensitive bud circling it roughly. Bob twirls his tongue around your nipple, grazing his teeth against it softly, you bite back moans picking up the pace.

He lets go of your nipple with a soft pop as he pushes your hips down, rutting up into yours instead. “Mm, baby.. I’m getting close,” he sucks on a sensitive spot, letting go of your hair. “Goddamn you’re like heaven,” Bob sighs into your ear before biting the lobe gently.

You muffle your moans by burying your head in his neck, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as he cradles the back of your head closer to his body. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with the tv show playing in the background, Bob moans quietly in your ear,

He squeezes your thighs with both hands, snapping his hips into yours with a more aggressive speed. Bob groans while kissing down your neck, giving your ass a couple light slaps.

Bob's hips stutter as his warm seed fills your pussy, your back arches as your hole pulses around his dick, spilling fresh cum out. He looks down to where your bodies connect, watching as your liquids combine.

He lifts your face to his pulling you into an intimate kiss, your lips dance together while Bob runs his hands down your waist.

“I missed you, my love,” you kiss his cheek before rising off his lap. You run into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it, running the cool rag against Bob’s skin to clean off the sticky secretion from his body.

“You’re so good to me,” he smiles as he pats the bed beside him, “come lay down, I miss you already.” he whines softly.

You shake your head, “Give me a second to clean myself up,” returning to the bathroom you use the towel to clean your body up.

“Y/N, it’s been more than a second,” you can practically hear the pout he’s giving you, rolling your eyes as you return to the bed. Slipping on your panties again before laying down next to him.

He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest, Bob rests his chin on your head taking a deep breath. “You should stay here with me, who knows. I might be in worse shape than they originally thought,” shaking your head you cuddle further into his chest.

“Alright, love, anything you want.” your breathing slows as you begin to drift off to sleep, Bob pulls the blanket over your body. Peppering kisses all over your forehead, he runs his nails down your back, watching as you sleep.

[searxws]

ETERNAL FLAME

song: eternal flame by the bangles

―request from @gpiggy98 ( i really hope this met your expectations! as i said i had to make a few adjustments, thanks for being so understanding! <3 )

―pairing: jason carver x fem!reader

―warnings: slight angst, lowercase intended, swearing, jason (as usual) is understanding in this, im gonna have chrissy not exist in this just so theres a reason for jason to be out and not highly distressed.

―summary: after spending the night at the wheelers house, y/n decides she needs to clear her mind with a walk, but who does she run into, and can he help her before it's too late.

―authors words: kinda felt goofy writing abt nancy bc i watched yes god yes for the third time while making this. very good movie tho i def recommend it! also i feel like i write too many of these "man comes and saves y/n from vecna with a song" fics, i need to branch out. so if you request one of this type i probably wont write it right away.

―word count: 1.1k

a breeze tugged through her hair as she made her way down the street. she had become stressed moments prior, eventually deciding to step out of the heated conversation. she was sure it was probably still taking place. her friends had been arguing about what was best to do to protect herself and max. it was blatantly stressing her out.

she sauntered down the street, thinking of the vision she'd had the day prior. she really should've had her headphones on, but the sound of nature was helping her to calm down. however, moments later she bumped into something, or someone.

"hey- watch where you're going!" the figure said. y/n instantly recognized his voice. jason.

"jeez. sorry." she said, she wasn't looking for a bicker at the moment.

"oh, y/n. wait whats up with you? usually you'd yell back at me.." wow okay, straight to the point, y/n thought.

"i'm not in the mood, jay." y/n responded. jason could tell something was up with her, as much as he teased her and bickered with her, he cared for her deeply.

"what happened? are you doing alright?" the boy asked genuinely.

"theres just, a lot going on." she mumbled back. she knew the group of steve, robin, nancy, and the kids was probably looking for her by now. that didn't mean she cared. she wished she cold just get away from the stress of hawkins, but she knew she had to stay, and fight.

"well what is it? you know you can talk to me, giggles." jason said. the nickname made y/n smile slightly, but her euphoria quickly faded when she remembered why she'd been sad.

"i really can't say, i'm sorry." she said.

"wha- why not?" jason asked, obviously confused. hadn't he just told her she could tell him anything?

"it's just.. uhm i.." she stuttered, trying to find an excuse why she couldn't tell him.

"y/n?!?" she heard her name being called several times. before she could think about what was happening, there was a sudden declining shift in the temperature around her.

<third person real world pov>

"y/n!" said steve as he finally reached her, the rest of the group trailing behind him. if you asked anyone in the group, they would've said they were puzzled to say the least, when they saw jason, worried and disoriented in front of her.

"jason?" asked nancy.

"uhm hi. do any of you have a clue why her eyes just went white?" jason asked. he'd earlier become confused when y/n's arms dropped to her sides. along with that came a pale complexion and completely white eyes.

"shit- what?" said robin, now moving to see the from of the girls body. as expected, she was pale. the sight made robins eyes go wide, that caused the rest of the group to move in front of the girl, which THEN caused jason to be pushed to the back of the small crowd.

"uhhh, hey guys..? whats going on? you're scaring me.." jason asked, almost timidly.

"steve! run back to my place and get her walkman! the tape should be in it!" nancy demanded. with that, steve ran as fast as he could down maple street. hopefully fast enough to save the life of his best friend.

<third person vision pov>

y/n could feel herself being dragged across rocks and dirt. the air around her was blood red. the vines wrapped around her ankles were laced with thorns, which she knew would probably leave a scar.

finally, she was pinned against a tall rock. her eyes met vecna's dark ones. growling and screeching could be heard around the dimension.

"y/n... it's time. you know what's coming.." said vecna. the deep town of his voice made her want to curl up and cry. her only response was a slight shake of the head. small weeps escape the aperture of her lips.

a sharp nailed hand was raised to her face. she was very aware of what that caused her conscious body to do. she did her best to break out of the vines grasping her hands, but she was very low on hope.

<third person real world pov>

"whats going on?" jason asked frantically as y/n's body was lifted off the ground. steve had soon returned and was now jumping to try and reach y/n's head.

"vecna's curse, same thing that happened to fred." nancy said abruptly. jason was beyond scared. had they been telling the truth the whole time? was there really demons under hawkins? he couldn't risk it, not with his best friends life on the line.

"stop! let me." he said, realizing he was taller than steve and could complete the task. he jumped slightly, placing the headphones over her ears. he pressed play on the walkman and tucked the player into the waistband of her baggy jeans. silently, the entire group prayed she would make it down safely.

<third person vision pov>

just as she felt the life fading from her, she heard a sudden voice. it was feminine, and it drew vecna's attention away from her. his grip faltered slightly and she was able to slip her arms through the vines. she grabbed a rock and reached up to slit vecna's neck. when he grunted and let her go, she realized what she was hearing.

"am i only dreaming? or is this burning an eternal flame?"

yes! she thought in victory. the group had gotten to her in time, she could still get out. with that knowledge, she made a break and started to sprint towards the rip in time, through which she could see her companions.

"say my name, sun shines through the rain, a whole life so lonely,"

she jumped through puddles and ran around rocks.

"and then come and ease the pain, i don't want to lose this feeling, oh."

she dodged every obstacle that vecna threw at her, falling several times. she wouldn't give up determination.

the previous verse repeated itself as she reached the rip. right as she reached it, everything went black.

<third person real world pov>

"be ready to catch!" said steve. jason promptly positioned himself, ready to catch her, or at the very least be there to hold her when she fell

as if on cue, her body descended from space. jason wasn't there to catch her, but you better guess he was first there to hold her and stroke her hair as she sobbed into him.

all anyone could do was hold her or rub a limb while she sobbed. jason pressed a chaste kiss do her head, showing his affection for her the best she could. it was as if a telepathic connection told each of them what the look in the others eyes meant. jason stared at her with fear, but adoration. y/n stared at him with gratitude and love. they knew what the other was thinking, but dismissed it for another time.

y/n only needed to be held by jason, if not for eternity, then just for a moment.

eee. i hope you guys enjoyed!! <3

[petboymart]

AWESOME!!

In the future if you ever make a ko-fi (I think that’s what it’s called) or anything that allows me to donate best believe imma DO IT!!!

And as for the pet boy, if you can, some petboy!kindaichi yuutaro + owner reader would be nice 🙏😭 there’s barely and content for my boy - 🌙

great dane!kindaichi x owner!reader NSFW

a/n: truthfully, i have never written kindaichi before so i wasn’t sure ab him being a puppy or kitty personality wise, but hey that’s what the personality section of fandom wiki is for 😌 im sorry if his characterization is a little off but i hope you enjoy anyway 🌙 anon! -eden<3

tw/cw: hybrid, fem!reader, little bit if himbo!kindaichi, manhandling, praise (lots), breeding if you squint, cockwarming, unprotected sex

your puppy kindaichi is one of your greatest joys in life. he’s big and clumsy and oh so precious. not to mention how adorably playful and sweet he is. such a good boy, always so respectful and always listens. however, your good boy is currently pouting on the large bed that you share.

one thing that you have learned over the years is that kindaichi is very competitive and sensitive. which is not a great combination when he loses whatever competition he thinks he’s having. for example, he whole-heartedly believes that he and the neighbors dog are in a race for who gets to the dog park first every saturday. on the days he “wins” he’s very happy, extra playful, and proud. in the days he “loses” he basically sits at your legs the entire time you’re at the park, staring at you with big puppy eyes wanting to be pet and praised.

which brings you to your current predicament. you had invited some friends over earlier, one of which asked if they could bring a friend along. and of course you said yes, it was a large get together after all, one more person wouldn’t be a problem. but this person was a problem. just not for the reason you were thinking.

as previously mentioned, kindaichi is a very respectful boy. he always greets your friends and politely declines if he doesn’t want to be pet, and all of your friends know not to push him lest they face your wrath. but the moment this new guy walked in the door kindaichi tensed. you could there was just something about him he didn’t like. when the man tried to pet kindaichi who was seated in the floor at the time, your puppy politely said “no thank you” but the man reached to pet him anyway. which instigated the first problem of the night, kindaichi snapping at the man’s hand. now you of course don’t blame your puppy, but the dude got all butthurt about it. saying that “dogs need to be more respectful to humans” and blah blah blah. you glared and told him not to do it again, but he only laughed as if it was a joke. you huffed but said nothing more because he was your friends friend and you could keep kindaichi by you to make sure he didn’t try anything.

problem number two came when the group decided to watch a movie, and the man decided to sit right next to you. you felt a growl rumble through kindaichis chest from his place on the floor between your legs, but stroked his hair between his ears as a nonverbal ‘it’s okay’. you could see kindaichi get more and more antsy with every move the man made. putting his arm across the back of the couch, spreading his legs so one of his pressed against yours, and even trying to lean in close to whisper something to you. but you shut that last one down by hushing him.

at this point, kindaichi had begun to see this man as competition. despite you having no attraction to him whatsoever. and the final straw was when this man decided to show off his ‘strength’ by lifting something you can’t even remember. you had sarcastically said, “wow, you’re so strong.” in the most monotone, unimpressed voice you could muster. only your puppy couldn’t tell the difference between that and your normal praise. his ears drooped and his tail tucked and he retreated to your bedroom. thankfully, your friends had started to head out at that point. the dude asked for you numbe to which you said “fuck no” in more polite words, but the message was clear. you also pulled the friend who brought him aside and told them to never bring him in a hangout again. they agreed quickly, noticing how serious you were and noting that the man must have done something to upset you.

so here you are, trying to coax your pouty puppyboy out of his mood with coos of praise and promises that you aren’t interested in that man. when he finally looks at you, you melt at the sad look on his face.

“but you said he was strong!” he whines

“i didn’t mean it sweetheart. i was making fun of him.” you spoke softly while combing your fingers through his hair. occasionally petting his floppy ears. you’re trying to keep a serious face but it’s so difficult with how cute he looks. with his big round eyes and his bottom lip jutted out.

“you promise?” he asks softly, leaning into your touch.

“i promise.” you reply, “and to make up for making you worry, we can do whatever you want tonight, okay? does that sound good baby?”

you have to hold back a giggle from how fast he perks up, “yes yes please!” his ears are at full attention, pupils blown wide, and tail wagging fast and hard.

you have one request before giving him the reins, “okay love. can you take your clothes off while i take off mine? after we’re done we can do whatever you want.” you know how he gets, and you want your clothes to stay in tact.

“mmhm!” he enthusiastically nods his head and scrambles off the bed to begin removing his clothes. you stifle a laugh and hop off the bed to remove your own.

his clothes are off in record time, and you’ve barely gotten your last article off before he’s lifting you by the waist and tossing you gently back onto the bed. he excitedly crawls on top of you, and begins leaving sloppy licks and drool filled kisses over your neck and chest.

he clumsily runs his hand down your body until he reaches your dripping entrance. messily shoving in two fingers and shushing your noises of discomfort with kisses. slowly pumping his fingers in and out while you adjust, then gradually speeding up and scissoring his didgets to prep you for his cock. you can feel his hips sway with the force of his ever-wagging tail from his place between your legs. and you can feel his ears peek and twitch with every sound you make.

once he feels that you’re ready, he lines his dripping cock head up with your entrance, “are you ready pretty girl?”

you could see right through his confident, collected exterior that he was impatiently waiting for your answer. you hum and nod your head. and he immediately begins to push in. you gasp at the stretch as kindaichi buries his head in your neck, whining from the sensation of his cock being engulfed by your soft walls. tail never ceasing it’s wagging. he gives you a moment to adjust, but it’s also a moment to calm himself down so he doesn’t finish too soon.

when he begins to move, sweet praises begin to tumble out of his mouth.

“feels so good so good so good”

“you’re so pretty, such a pretty girl”

“love you so much, so much”

he keeps his head buried in your neck to make sure he can hear every noise you make. leaving dark marks and love bites all over your neck when it gets too much. he does eventually lift himself so he can watch his cock move in and out of your drenched cunt. pupils blown so wide his eyes look black.

suddenly, the sensation is gone. you whine at the loss, and open your mouth to protest only to be cut off by hun flipping you onto your stomach, shoulders pinned to the mattress by his hand between the blades, and hips yanked up. he immediately plunges back in the instant he has you in the position he wants. fucking into you with renewed vigor at the new position. the hand from your shoulder blades moves to grab your ass. giving it a good squeeze before shifting to your hip opposite his other hand. he uses his grip on your body to move you in time with his thrusts, making it feel like he’s going much harder and deeper.

you manage to collect your thoughts enough to praise him, something you know he loves, “make-ah-making me feel so good puppy. you’re such a go-od boy.”

your words have a clear affect on him. kindaichi begins to move faster and his grip on your hips tightens.

“yeah? i make you fe-el good?”

you manage another response, “mmhm, only you pretty boy.”

that seems to have an affect on him as well. seeing as though he starts to mutter “only me only me only me,” over and over again while digging his blunt nails into your hips.

you’re seeing white and you feel like you’re muscles are going to spasms from the constant tensing of your nerves. you can feel yourself getting closer with every thrust. And judging by his whines your puppy isn’t far behind you. kindaichi bends over your back to place more drool filled kisses over your neck, slipping licking the marks he already created and panting in your ear. he’s back to muttering his sweet praises, and if you could think straight you would wonder if he knew he was doing it.

you’re pushed over the edge when one of his hands moved from your hip to your clit, rubbing circles with just the right amount of pressure. you borderline scream into the mattress and clench around his achingly hard cock. his hips stutter as he tries to fight off his orgasm long enough for you to ride out yours. the instant kindaichi feels your body begin to relax he reaches his own end, signified with a few harsh thrusts with no pattern and filling you with his cum. his own body relaxes but he tries his best to keep his weight off of you.

kindaichi rolls onto his side, taking you with him. he places the two of you into a spooning position and nuzzles his nose into your sticky neck. you can feel his tail wagging weakly from his exhaustion, and his cock still twitching inside you.

“you promise you weren’t interested in him?” he mutters softly into your neck.

“i promise baby,” you coo while draining your neck to kiss his cheek, “how could i ever be interested in anyone else when i have you?”

you can feel him smile against your skin, and his tail pick up pace. face still pressed into your neck, he speaks, “okay. just checking. i love you”

you smile at his shyness, “i love you too baby.”

[t3kandson]

Family

Wordcount; 3, 681

Fandom; ACE

Pairing; Reader X O5

Characters; Park Junhee & Kim Sehyoon

Warning; fluffy, slight angst, soft Dom Sehyoon, edging, Orgasm denier, Fingering, oral (receiving) and thighs Sex.

Notes; Chapter 3/8 of Release That Stress earlier Chapter found here

Happy Christmas Choice 💜💜💜💜💜

Your woken by sweet kisses up your neck, rousing you from the couple hours sleep you managed to get. “Morning baby, you need to eat,” Junhee whispered into your ear. “For food or for sex,” you muttered refusing still to open your eyes. “As much as I like that option, you still have to reserve your energy for the rest of the stress heads,” he chuckled leaning himself down on to you, pinning you to the mattress. “Ok, ok, I’m up,” you moan as he rolls off you chuckling. Your eyes roam the view before you lift yourself off the bed to the view of two cooked English breakfasts. “Wow that looks delicious,” you said standing up to press a kiss to his lips before aiming for the food.

You had barely finished when his phone rang as he left the room momentarily to answer. Checking on your mobile, the guys had individually sent you Christmas greetings which was all very sweet.

You smiled along the messages as you felt your heart warm, reminding yourself that you couldn’t afford to get too attached.

As quick as you sent a reply Byeongkwan replied, which told you he wasn’t the one coming to you today, especially if Junhee was on the phone to today’s date.

‘I’m glad Junhee has treated you like a princess. I hope you know your special to us all, Not just as our sex buddy, but as a friend, we cherish you very much too.’

You smiled at his soppy words, he showed on the outside as if he didn’t have the ability for heart & flowers. But he had showed you he was the most romantic of the five deep down. If there was one member you could see yourself dating it was Byeongkwan. Those feelings that you was sure would blossom if you allowed was pushed deep away, you couldn’t afford to fall.

‘Your all special to me, each one of you in your own way.’

You wrote back smiling when the bubble told you he was replying instantly.

‘Which one’s the most specialist 😉’

You rolled your eyes, smirking at the members failure to give up there intention to push you to choose one from the five as your favourite.

‘Your all equal you know this 😘’

You replied as always. Placing your phone down, Junhee walked back in smiling. “Seems I have to drop you off to the dorms for your next date,” he smiled. “What do I wear?” You asked in an attempt to get more answers. “Clothes,” Junhee said smirking as you deadpanned his way. “Normal stuff really,” he added.

Sitting in the car Junhee pulled you in for one last sweet kiss. “Junhee your car is not tinted, are you trying to get into trouble,” you scoffed swatting him when he’s lips left you. “I’m just letting my tongue massage there manager that’s all,” he winked before leaving you alone.

You was looking at the mobile still texting Byeongkwan, when the car door opened. Your eyes fluttered to the person sitting by your side. “Happy Christmas Princess,” Sehyoon said as his hands rested over the wheel smiling your way. “So your todays date then?” You smirked before your eyes found his thighs. Your core always being weak at the view of them, his lusting eyes told you he was aware.

“Do you think you can wait before mentally fucking me,” he teased as he started the car. “Erm no, I’m bouncing on your thighs right now in my mind,” you winked as he chuckled shaking his head softly, before you set off on your journey.

“Sehni,” you heard the shriek from the pretty younger girl, floating her arms around him as you emerged from the car outside the complex building.

The features on her face instantly told you she was his sister. “Oh this is perfect, your here, mum and dad too and oh,” she paused removing herself from him to look at you. “Who’s this?” She giggled elbowing her brother, as her eyes raked you up and down. “I’m Y/N,” you smiled as she mirrored with her familiar genetic smile of her brother. “Girlfriend hey,” she teased elbowing Sehyoon who growled her way. “She’s just a friend don’t get over yourself,” he said grabbing your hands to take you into the complex. “Friend my ass,” you hear her scoff behind you as she followed.

Sehyoon’s parents had the same reaction then his sister, Sehyoon’s father gripping you in a bear like hug, that made you felt like your in Sehyoon’s arms. “So Y/N where did you meet our son?” his mother asks as she warmly takes you to the sofa. “I’m a childhood friend of Yuchan, so I met him through him,” you said as his parents both smiled. “So how long have you been dating?” She asks getting excited with the conversation. “Ok thats enough of the Inquisition, we are just friends,” Sehyoon says placing a protective hand around your shoulder. “A friend who’s brought to a family dinner,” his sister smirks as Sehyoon scowls her way. “Well who ever you are to our son it’s lovely to meet you,” Sehyoon’s dad adds as you bow slightly thanking him for the compliment.

You enjoy your Christmas meal of Bulgogi, sweet potato noodles, and kimchi, listening to them talk about Sehyoon’s child hood. Red blush upon his face as he kept asking his parents to stop was highly amusing. But it was also interesting to see him in a family setting, you had been use to his assertiveness with you despite his quiet laid back character.

However, here he was a blushing mess whenever his family said anything remotely cute. He would counter react it by talking about what he had been up to. His sister soon realising the pattern and redirecting the conversation back to you. “So if you two aren’t dating then why?” His father said as his mum and sister brought out some steamed rice cake decorated with the most prettiest of fruits. Sehyoon seemed more uncomfortable with his father addressing your relationship. “Or which one of you don’t like the other?” He suggested looking between you both as you looked to the table. “We both like each other, I would love nothing but to date this beautiful girl,” Sehyoon said looking doe eyed your way, making your heart flutter. “But you know just as much as everyone we can’t date as idols, I care enough about her not to give her that chaos, risk and danger hiding her,” he said looking at his fingers with a red blush. “Makes sense, but I sure as hell think it’s a shame,” His father said sounding disappointed as he helped him self to a Rice cake.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier?” Sehyoon said as you walked down the dark streets walking his sisters Dog. “You didn’t, actually I think what you said was sweet,” you said letting your hands brush with his. “Even if it was just for affect,” you added as he stopped. “You think I just spun that out,” he scoffed as you stop too, twisting to face him. “Y/N, I’m crazy about you, and I meant every word I said to my father tonight,” he smiled as his blush returned. “When I see you in that moment sometimes I wish this wasn’t my chosen path,” he said brushing his hands along your cheek bone. “But this is your everything Sehyoon, I would never want you or any the guys to give that up,” you said letting the dreams in your mind float away. “I know I’ve worked so hard, we all have,” he said looking at the ground. “If I had one Christmas wish it would be someone who could give you everything you deserve. You need to be cherished like the princess you are,” he smiled. You looked around the empty street finding it empty and kissed his cheek. His face moved to press his lips against you as you both got lost into the moment of his declaration.

Lips removing the second the dog growled into the nearby bush. Beneath the Growls you heard a cat cry. Moving to the bush you found the most tiniest kitten, he was fluffy white, looked abandoned by his mum. Sehyoon passed the dog lead to you scooping the scared little thing into his palm. “Ok little fella, where’s your mum?” He said as the kitten gave small licks to his palm. “You look so cold,” he coo’d as he took his scarf off to wrap the kitten in. “Let’s see if we can find your mummy,” he said as he started to knock on the nearest door.

The search for the missing kittens mum didn’t become fruitful as you made the decision to take him with you. Sehyoon’s sister face lit up as she saw the small thing in her brothers palm, as she fell in love. “What you going to do with him?” she asks stroking the purring animal. “Didn’t you say you hadn’t got Donghun a gift yet?” Sehyoon asked as you nodded. “Well I know he keeps talking about getting Hae a sibling, maybe this is what could be your gift,” Sehyoon suggested. You looked at the quiet fluff ball and you knew Donghun would fall in love. “I can look after him till it’s turn for you to see him next, but we may have to sneak him into the hotel tonight,” he smiled mischievously. “Hotel, wait you two are staying in a hotel, and you expect me to believe this is innocent,” his sister scoffs. “It’s a gift from us all so she isn’t lonely this Christmas, there’s no dating going on,” Sehyoon says rolling his eyes. “What ever,” she chuckles sitting up to leave the room. “Do you really thing Donghun will like him?” You ask as Sehyoon smiles nodding.

“Well we hope one day to meet again,” Sehyoon’s mum says hugging you as you go to leave. “Me too,” you smile bowing to them all. “And thanks for all the goodies,” you smile thanking them for the large food parcels they sent you back with. “Oppa, don’t forget to visit me soon right, it’s not like I live that far from you,” his sister chuckles. “Plus I want all the glory details when you two eventually date,” she adds laughing when her brothers eyes smalled her way.

You walked into the hotel room, the kitten wrapped in Sehyoon’s scarf before he places him with blankets in the bathroom. “Right little fella, you need some sleep, we needs some sleep too,” he says winking your way as you make a bowl of fresh milk, placing by his side.

His arms hold your waist into him as soon as he shuts the bathroom door. Nuzzling in to your neck he presses small kisses. “So what made you want to take me to meet your family?” you ask intrigued with his choice of date. Spinning you to face him he smiled looking back. “Because i promised my sister today was hers,” he said as you looked to him still puzzled. “But why did I get today and not the other days, i know your schedules not till New Year’s Day,” you said quizzingly. “Did you not enjoy today then?” he replied sadly. “No, no I loved it I really did, your family’s amazing just wondered why you wanted them to meet me,” you said hastily. “Y/N your special to me so I wanted them to meet the woman that puts smiles on my face most the time,” he adds letting his lips fall to your forehead. “That sounds like heart and flowers,” you gasp under your thundering heart. “If Donghun was here he would scold you,” you add a little breathless when his lips reach your neck. “Well Donghun’s not here so sue me,” Sehyoon reply’s as his hands bunches your ass.

“Oh your gift,” you scoff breaking his contact from you as you skittle to the other side of the room. “Oh Y/N really! trying to break the mood,” he growls as you laugh. “Keep being mean to keep them keen,” you chuckle as you bring his gift his way. “You wish you wouldn’t have said that later I promise you,” he said with a glaze in his eyes as he looks at his gift.

Unwrapping them his heart returns soft as he views the art and craft box with water based painting. “Oh Y/N there’s so much here,” he said rifling through the collection. “Well I know you like to have a lot stocked up and I thought I’d help add to the joy of your talent,” you smiled. “You mean to make me think of you when I’m using my craft skill,” he smirks as you nod blushing. “Yeah that as well,” you admit as he pulls you in.

He holds your hand losing himself to you in the moment before getting off to reach into his pocket. “I have your gift too,” he says passing you a rectangular box as you looked at him with delight before opening. Inside was an amethyst bracelet that was so pretty, making you look at him feeling giddy. “I love it Sehni,” you said pressing a kiss to his cheek as he smiled. His lips press against you removing them when you try kissing him back.

“Right let me show you what I’m thinking right now,” he growls nipping your ear lobe. “That you want to paint me?” You tease as he pushes your ass into him that your core clashes with each other. “As much as that sounds like a sexy opportunity, it would leave the bedroom a messy form,” he sniggers letting his teeth dig into your collarbone earning a hiss.

Hands attacking your body he removes your clothes between rushed and impatient kisses as he was slowly unraveling himself. Lifting you up as you wrap your feet around him he takes you to the bed.

Kisses falling upon your thighs, he brushed his thumb over your clit. Arching your back you moan under his attack his fingers are having on you. But nothing holds your cry’s when his fingers slam into your core. “That’s right princess, you forgot that I promised to punish you didn’t you?” He growls as his tips find your sweet spot. Rubbing against them has your legs attempt to close as his other hands push your thighs apart once more. “No no, I don’t think so,” he mocks as his fingers fasten there pace. You knew in his eyes he meant business as he started rolling your Clit with his thumb. As your core burnt under his touch you tried to hold your shaking thighs at bay, but they deceived you. Like you suspected as your core built he removed himself. Smirk upon his face told you he planned to torture you tonight.

Making swirls on your naked thighs he waited for you to calm down before he removed his top. His muscular body came in to your view as you choked as always. The whole image of Kim Sehyoon always made you weak. He smirks knowing you was melting as he tilts his head licking his lips. Kisses returning to your thighs he enjoys watching you jolt due to the sensitive skin he was kissing. Mouth falling to your throbbing nub had you arch your back. Your fingers fall to his head tangling around his hair as you struggle to hold your moans. Suction around your clit, his tongue made movement around your folds. Moans falling into the air as your core struggled from his tongue assault. Tongues slide into your heat your walls clench around the wet muscles. As he fucks you with his skills you feel a fire burn through you as your pelvis moves with him. Hands falling to your thighs to keep you still, you cry in frustration as your orgasm builds. Struggling to keep your body calm before he suspects your high close. Vibrations from his chuckle fills up your core like he knew he would, having you hanging on the edge. Removing himself he laughs as you whine to the emptiness. “Oh Y/N, you reminded me of your visual session earlier,” he whispers hovering over you.

Moving to sit at the edge of the bed he turns back to look at you as he removes his bottoms. Patting his thighs you realise what he meant and waste no time leaping off the bed. His meaty member straining in his boxers has your mouth melt before you straddle one of his thighs. Leaning back on his hands to hoist him up, his darkened eyes watch you start your pace as you fuck him. The tensing of his muscles has you go crazy as you instantly feel the heat in your core. Certain you can fool him this time, you pressed yourself down hard letting his thighs friction burn your throbbing nub. Chokes of air as you race to your orgasm, nails digging into your own thigh as your seconds from exploding. But before you can realise his hands lift you off him as you whimper and stamp your feet like a stroppy toddler. “Please,” you cry as you attempt to Mount him but he stands letting his lips fall to yours to hush you.

Pulling you towards him as your lips are clashing in your own desperate need you suckle down his chuckles. Pushing you off as he laughs at your desperate needs he places you on the bed. Hovering up you he wastes no time leaning himself into your body, his clothed bulge digging into you as he rubs himself against your heat. “Fuck Sehni I need you in me,” you growl as he smirks.

Leaning over your stomach he arches himself to remove his pants before bringing himself towards you, aiming for your core. Sliding in, you whimper as he stretches you, you could never get use to his size as he fills you with his meaty member. Stilling and keeping his eyes on you he starts a pace, his thrusts hard against you. Your walls clamp around him each time he slams himself in. Nails dig into his shoulder as your orgasm attempt restarts but this time with more desperation. “Patience Princess,” he whispers into your ear as you shiver from his voices effect. “Need you, can’t, I need to cum,” you plead as your pelvis meets his. Pleading as you chase your high has him shown you no mercy as he leaves you empty. “Fuck sake Sehni,” you curse as frustration attacks you.

“Oh your such a bad tempered princess,” he mocks flipping you over onto your stomach leaving a slap to your ass in its wake. “On all fours,” he orders as you slowly obey, “faster,” he growls as another smack hits. Positioning yourself you wiggled your ass expecting another slap which he did. “Cheeky princess, cheeky,” he sighed as his hands rubbed the cheeks. Sliding himself into you, his angle instantly having his member press into your core has you bite on your lip. Hands gripping around your hip, he started a hastened thrust that told you he was chasing his own. Letting yours go to chase with him, your walls clenched around him earning grunts to fall into the air. “Princess, Y/N, fuck,” he cried as you was close to falling off the edge before he removed himself. Throwing yourself on to the mattress screaming into the pillow with pure frustration, Sehyoon chuckled into the air.

“Princess what’s up,” he mocked, “I fucking hate you,” you lied as you was beginning to go crazy. He had fooled you to let you get so close to the end to snatch your orgasm back from you.

“Princess if your going to cum I want to see that face,” he coos as he flips you over to face him. He looks a little pained and his throbbing cock in your view tells you he struggling himself in his own game. Lips falling to yours he kisses your slight irritation away before flipping you so your straddling him.

Like a hungry starved human you jump on him slamming yourself down as his face scrunches up. You ride him with pure impatience as his hands fall to your waist. “Fuck Princess, slow down,” he cry’s and you feel satisfied that you can fuck him up too. Biting his lip as he thrashed his head you know he’s holding on and refusing to let go. Clamping yourself around him after each bounce has him scrunch the sheets as you feel the burn of your own orgasm attack.

Deep panting as your breath gets caught in your throat as you get near your final chance to get your release. But in pure torture his hands fall to your thigh restricting your movement from his strength.

“For fuck sake,” you cry, “please please please don’t do this, let me cum,” you cry tears falling down your eyes.

Sitting up his lips clash with yours as his hands remove to the back of your neck. “You can cum Princess,” he says between kisses as he works with you to bring your orgasm. Your chests rubbing against each other as you clamp your arms around him bringing your body’s closer, him following suit. He meets your slams down with his uprising thrusts as you suckle down his grunts. “Please please let me,” you cry into your kiss as a mantra as you chase your orgasm once again. “Princess, I promise let go,” you suckle down. With that your body falls into euphoria as your wall convulses around him pushing him into his own. Teeth clamping on to your bottom lip as he falls, he fills you with his warm cum. Working through your orgasm you both pant leaning into each other. “I hate when you do that,” you moan leaning into him. “Princess we both know you lie,” he sniggers and you hate him in that moment for seeing right through you.

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Hellooo, could you please write an Andrew! Spiderman fic where like the reader is very shy but Peter has a crush on her and he’s very flirty so he just enjoys making the reader blush and stuff? And it ends in a kiss and just general fluff 🥰 and with she/her pronouns Plz and thank you <3

It's new years soon so-

HAPPY NEW YEARS BTW!

But, yo, thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope I wrote what you wanted!

Please let me know what you think and send in more requests if you want them!

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All because of a drawing.

Warnings= none- just general fluff. And many spelling errors.

Pairing= The Amazing Spider-man x Fem!reader.

Summary= Peter becomes suspicious when the reader hides a certain drawing from him. What will he find... or find out?

AN= no matter how many times I watch things about certain characters, I fail to bring them justice when it comes to writing. I really hope I wrote Peter well, and please let me know what you think, or what I can do to make it better!

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The maze-like halls filled with bodies of flesh and the familiar scent of B.O never seemed to get old, no matter how many times you arrived at the thing that you call a school.

I mean, sure. You were as glad to get an education as the next privileged person.

But the entire atmosphere of the place you were condemned to, for still a couple more years, made you feel like you aged a lot quicker than you actually did.

The halls were dim with lights that usually flickered at the very start, or end of the day, and the only other source was from windows that just stopped showing up when you got to the lockers.

It wasn't like it was super comparable to the lighting of, let's say, a prison...

But you wouldn't argue if someone had brought it up.

So here you were. Head hung low with your bottom lip tucked beneath the top while you mildly ducked your way through the surrounding chatter that seemed to join into an echoing chorus.

And despite what you may think, this wasn't that whole edgy thing where you were 'scared of people' ... fully- but either way.

Large crowds of very wild bodies always became suffocating at some point, therefore it was a thing that you would happily strive to avoid at any given moment.

But much like the many cases where the quiet person actually gains a solid friend.

There was only one exception.

“Peter.”

Your voice was breathy. Relief completely flowing through your system, especially when that specific person was finally revealed through the flailing limbs and cackles of students that bounced around very enthusiastically.

It took you a moment. Nerves bundled and feet almost fumbling over each other while you pushed your way through the plethera of bodies. And then you took the chance to clear your throat, “Peter?”

The kid himself was stood in front of one of those ‘memorable’ boards where they would showcase the people of the school, sports teams and staff members....

And before you think something a long the lines of “wow! I can’t believe Peter is one of those people who actually looks at those pictures and pays respect to people who... played basketball” --

But no!

No, in fact, it was only because he took those pictures on that very board himself. 

All of them.

“Hey... Oh, hey! Hey, Y/n,” he began after a few blinks of his doe eyes, and he shifted his feet along the floor until he properly faced your body that stopped quite a few steps in front of the guy that always seemed to look the same.

I mean, there practically wasn’t even a time where Peter didn’t have that damn camera with him almost everywhere he went.

But don't even get me started on the skateboard that hung loosely against his back.

“Early morning?” you quirked with a minor smile on your lips that soon grew when Peter ended up nodding his head very tiredly. “Yep...” he responded through a sigh.

“Had to finish the last part of the homework for Ms. Cosgrove,” Peter continued on with a sluggish pace before he gestured towards you with that cheesy grin displayed on his lips, “Which I wouldn't have completed if it weren't for your reminder.”

“So thank you.”

“Well, what can I say?” you responded with a gentle shrug that earned an eyebrow raised from the guy that stood in front of you, “That's what friends are for, right?”

Peter chuckled. Head shaking and all before he practically slid across the reflective floor to position himself right by your side, “Maybe a little more than that, but sure...”

“Sure, I'll give you that,” he remarked while having the audacity to hook his arm over your shoulder, which you can bet your ass gained him a swift elbow to the side in return.

“Pete- Do you even know what class we have?” you questioned with very audible confusion when Peter randomly started edging you to move forwards, and you quickly got a simple shrug in your direction, “Nope. But I think I'll let fate take me to paradise,”

“Which is very much my destination, if you're there with me.”

“Peter,” you warned through a voice that closely resembled a sigh, and a laugh immediately rumbled from Peter's chest when your head lowered from the choice of wording.

“What?” he managed to breathe through his giggles and even shook your shoulder when you started doing everything you could do to avoid those beckoning eyes on his.

“I'm just stating facts!”

~

Despite the energy that always seemed to surge through a certain Peter Parker, both of you had ended up at your next class after that irreplaceable bell had rung through the many rooms and halls.

You were simply sat at your designated desk. Chatter and laughter of all kinds, never failing to take up the atmosphere while your body eased into one of the plastic chairs that would always be found in schools.

It was the start of the class.

That time when the students, in your case, could faff about, have conversations, while your teacher took the chance to write up the set things needed for the lesson on the board.

And though you had the opportunity to do the things your peers were doing...

You never actually did.

In fact, almost every single lesson, or any moment that you had time to yourself in a place like school with hundreds of people you either didn’t know or talk to.

It was always the same.

Your head was lowered. Music softly blasted in your ears while your forearms rested against the smooth surface of your desk with a mind that was always swarmed with so many things.

But one of your many skills was in fact the ability to put those thoughts in your mind on a simple, little piece of paper when you had a pencil in hand.

Exactly like you did right now.

The light, long tube was ever so delicate as it grazed against the page of your sketchbook in a specific pattern. Every single stroke, or even dot, was placed with an intricacy and confidence regardless of what was being drawn at that given moment.

You were compeltely zoned in. Making sure that every single stroke of that pencil lined up perfectly with the music ringing through your ears and the piece you wanted to create in the first place.

It was an action that would’ve led you to forget where the hell you were...

If it wasn’t for the sudden nudge you got on your back from the end of a pen.

Your hand stilled. Taking the time to stretch your fingers out in response to the previous repetitive movements, which ended up being a little cut short as you then felt even more nudges in the same exact place.

Just a little harder this time.

So, now, after your hands removed themselves from the page, and pulled out the set of headphones you had in each ear, your brain was welcomed back to the familiar ambience of the classroom that never seemed to change, “Psst!”

“Y/n, hello??”

Peter.

“Oh,” you breathed out after blinking a few times and quickly twisted your body round until you could grip onto the back of your chair, “Hi... What- Are you okay?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for like five minutes now. You’ve been ignoring me,” he practically whined while his hands dramatically waved in the air, “Pete, I had headphones in,” you both verbally and physically pointed out as you stared back at him with narrowed eyes.

“You really couldn’t hear me?” the kid responded with a slight tilt of his head, and you continued on to just stare at him in disbelief, “Well, yeah... The entire point of wearing headphones isn’t really to pay attention to the people around me.”

“I thought that was quite obvious.”

Peter let out a sigh before moving his dramatic hands to rub at his tired face, “All right, all right, I know,” he breathed out and continued his movements for a few seconds until that spark of energy shot back through him, “Okay,”

“Are we still on for tonight? You know, about me coming to yours?” Peter questioned while tapping his fingers against his desk and your head nodded without a second to waste, “Yeah, of course. I was the one to invite you.”

“Good... Good- cool.” he noted with little nods of his head which only caused your eyes to narrow almost instantly, “Are you... Pete, are you nervous? You know you don’t have to be-”

“Have you been drawing?”

How the hell did he...

Oh.

The pencil was still in your hand.

“Oh, uh... Yeah... Yeah, I have,” you confirmed slowly while rolling the tube of graphite between your fingers with a certain confusion that was present in response to seeing the object that was believed to have been put down.

“Well...?” Peter’s voice called through your ears, and you blinked a few times yet again before meeting those eyes that awaited your response. “Oh...” you breathed out before taking the chance to clear your throat, “Yeah-”

Hold on.

“No!”

In an instant, your hand, which even now still held the pencil in it, smacked over your mouth within seconds in response to the way the words had forcefully blurted from your lips.

It wasn’t as loud as you thought it was, but it still had at least a few people looking your way in confusion.

Including Peter, who just sort of blinked at you for a good minute.

“... No?” he repeated with eyes that narrowed very sceptically and continued to do so when your head shook ever so quickly, “Nope... No, you can’t, uh... Sorry?”

The hand, that wasn’t anxiously held over your mouth, was hurriedly moved to place itself over the drawing you had cautiously sketched across the set page moments before, especially when Peter tried to raise himself to look over your shoulder.

But every single time he did so.

You did too.

“And why is that?” Peter spoke when he succumbed to the fact that he just wasn’t going to see it that way, and you swore to god that you hoped he didn’t take note of the way you gulped.

“I, uh... It’s... Um.” you stuttered out. Wracking through any and every thought that sparked through your brain while Peter’s narrowed eyes stared right into your soul, “Look, It’s just-”

“All right, class,”

The teacher!

Oh, thank the lord.

“Come on guys. It’s time to calm down for now,” she spoke up after fulfilling the work needed on the board. And no words could describe your utter feeling of relief in that very moment.

So, after sending the very eager Peter a shrug that immediately made him part his lips to interject your movements, you hurriedly spun round so that you faced the front like everyone else.

“Here’s the simple rundown of what we’re going to be doing today,” Ms. Cosgrove spoke up once again with a clap of her hands while your body lightly sunk into your seat in response to the feeling of eyes on the back of your head.

But no matter what you felt in that moment.

There was no way in hell you were letting go of that damn book.

~~~

Being back at home and in your room was the best feeling ever after leaving a place like school.

It was a controllable atmosphere.

A place where anything and everything that was done within those very walls, that you could call your own, was achieved exactly when and how you wanted it to be.

Music could be played at the level of sound you wanted. The things around your room were allowed to be set in their rightful places along the walls, on top of shelves, dressers, and even on the ceiling.

It was a den.

A place that you should feel comfortable in no matter what.

There was a soft sigh that sifted through your lips as your spin finally relaxed into the spongy thing that was your mattress.

You were tired. Body sprawled out across your bed with eyes that were set closed due to the urge of sleep that consumed all of your senses in a feeling that increased with every single minute that ticked by.

Obviously, you weren't going to let it happen.

You had invited your friend over, and it would be rude to sleep at a time like this...

But, I guess that only really applies when that said person had actually arrived in the first place.

I mean, it wasn't this unheard-of thing where Peter was late to certain events or general things with a set deadline, so you weren't really thaaaat bothered.

In fact, you were very much relaxed.

Your entire body almost felt like it was laying upon a giant marshmallow that had you right on the cusp of falling into a deep, and much needed, sleep after a day surrounded by many bodies of flesh that you hardly even knew...

But right as that was about to be given to you-

Knock  knock  knock

It was taken right back.

The taps were light. A very familiar pattern of knocks on glass that you almost weren't able to hear over the music that softly played through your room, but immediately recognised the moment you could.

“There you are,” you whispered with a light smile that continuously grew on your face, and pushed yourself up from your bed when your eyes inevitably were welcomed back to the light emitted from the few lamps that were placed anywhere they could be.

You were... mildly anxious.

You hadn't changed your clothes since you got back to school, having been more focused on calming your mind.

And now here you were. Rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet when they were officially met with the floor of your bedroom, while your fingers lightly fiddled with the ends of your fabric shirt.

But did you look good enough?

Though, you wanted to change in response to your stress-ridden brain, and give in to the many thoughts that plagued your mind. The sound of those three knocks properly caught onto your ears again.

And this time you weren't going to make him wait.

So, after completely forgetting about your very active nerves, your socked feet slid against the smooth wood floor until you arrived at the windows that gave you a connection to the outside world whenever you wanted it.

And there he was.

That pest of a man who wore that generically cheesy smile across those lips of his. A smile that felt like it was going to make you melt right then and there every single time it was presented to you.

“You're late,” you spoke with a managed tone that hardly revealed how you felt in that moment when you slid that certain window open, and you were met with a sigh that you read almost instantly.

“I know... I know, Y/n, I’m sorry,” Peter sincerely admitted through mild strains as he pulled himself through the opened window, “Really, I am...”

“It's okay, Pete,”

“I just... You know, it just... It just happens,”

“Pete.”

“I was trying to get here, but then I remembered I had to get stuff for May- for Aunt May, and then I had to get that back to her before I forgot,” the kid purely rambled while pulling the glass window closed, and you could only watch with fondness from the edge of your bed.

Because this was priceless.

“Look, it was a lot, I'm sorry- And I just... I just... what? What? Why are you... Why are you laughing?”

Your hand was held tight across your mouth practically the entire time, but apparently, that movement wasn't enough to hold off your amusement, “Pete, look, I'm not... I'm not mad,” you began after composing yourself and properly faced him the moment you removed your hands.

“You're... not- you're not?” he quizzed with the same narrowed eyes that questioned you day-to-day, and you didn't waste any time in proving your honesty with active nods of your head, “I'm not, I promise, okay? I promise,”

“Would I have left the window open if I was?” you pointed out with eyebrows raised in pure fondness... But Peter, however, was practically frozen in place in response to your words, “It was... The window was open?”

You nodded once again, “Yes. You just had to pull on it. It wasn't locked... at all.”

“Oh...” Peter breathed out with a sort of blank look that caused the smile on your face to remain, “Oh?” you repeated teasingly, and the guy blinked, many times, before a slight chuckle split from his lips.

His head lowered. Hands held slightly over his face in an embarrassed manner until they were removed when he fully took the steps needed to be officially stood in your very own room, “We don’t...”

“We don't talk about this,” Peter warned with an accusing finger that had your head shaking with amusement, “Okay?” he continued on and you raised your hands when he started moving closer, “Okay, okay!”

“It will never be heard of again!”

~

Hours of precious time had gone by without acknowledgement.

The sky that could naturally brighten up certain parts of your room darkened to its usual night state while the stars that scattered around it joined with the street lamps, and man-made lighting, in illuminating the world beneath.

You and Peter were sat on either side of your bed, faced towards each other. The guy himself was sat with his legs crossed in front of your pillows, while you sat across from him in a closely mirrored position.

Papers of schoolwork were scattered across your soft sheets because of the whole needing to study thing...

However, that was a little tricky when it came to the two most easily distracted people to ever exist.

Especially when they were together.

“Well, did you read it?” Peter spoke after a clear of the throat. Making sure that the words were actually coherent, considering the amount of sandwich he had just shoved into his mouth, before he met your eyes that only gave him disappointment in return, “No,”

“No, I didn't get to, remember?” you pointed out while you switched around two pieces of paper, “What?” Peter dragged on with an honestly hurt filled expression on his face, and you nodded your head almost immediately, “Yeah, I haven't even finished the last one yet,”

“Oh my god, I can't believe you,” the guy sat before you practically whined with light shakes of his head, and before you could even properly react, he held his hands up in front of himself, “All right, that's it.” he began once that mouthful of what only looked like bread was fully down his throat.

“Peter, I'll catch up, okay?”

“No, no, it's fine- it's fine,” he dismissed with waves of his hands and your eyes fondly rolled when he shifted a little against your bed, “How about this, all right? How about this- The next time we are both equally free... We go to the library,”

“Pete,” you huffed out with a tilt of your head which made his hands wave more frantically, “No, I'm serious? Okay, I'm serious. What if we did go? What's the problem?” he pointed out with an active persistence that wasn't going to let be up soon, “Come on, please? Please, Y/n!”

“It's so bad without your wonderful presence right there beside me.”

He was practically begging.

His hands were now held together that shook over and over again, while his eyebrows rose inward to create that certain facial expression that once again made him look like a puppy.

A look that you couldn’t resist.

“Fine... Fine! Okay? But you're- You're planning it because I don't want to wait outside for an hour!” you huffed out in defeat before lowering your head shield your amusement when Peter pumped the air with his fist in victory, “Yes!”

“Yehehes!” the kid cheered with almost endless giggles that conflicted your attempt in hiding your reaction to his pure joy.

“All right- Okay, okay, that's totally okay, that's fine,” Peter insisted, nodding his head an eager amount of times while his hands drummed against your mattress in excitement, “You won't regret it, I promise you won't regret-”

“Y/n?”

The muffled sound had caused both of you to halt in confusion. But that was until you recognised the voice.

One of your parents was home.

“You... You better behave,” you warned with an accusing finger that had Peter holding his hands up as if he was caught by police, and your intimidating demeanour only eased when he made a 'zip the lip' kind of motion over his mouth.

Your head shook. The amusement in your system choosing to stay while you made your way towards the door that could finally be opened when you were stood in front of it.

“Yeah?” you called through the door when it clicked open and shifted the weight of your body to one side. “Hi, hun! Just got back from work, if you didn't hear,” your parent began through a less muffled voice that had you almost bouncing from how impatient you were.

“Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat?” they finally got out, and one heck of a sigh sifted through your lips. You turned, holding the cool doorknob in the contrasting heat of your hand while your mouth parted to speak, “Hey, do you want-”

But it halted almost as fast as it started.

There, in his hands, was the very book that held your many drawings inside it.

His swift fingers flicked through the page, almost as if he was searching. Looking for something that would solve a sense of curiosity that always seemed to ache at his bones.

“Y/n? ... You there?”

You were frozen. Eyes fixated on the number of pages that Peter had gone through in his state that was completely zoned into the point that he didn't even know that you were just stood there, watching him.

However. When it came to that page. The page that you had literally hid from him in the middle of school.

Your feet weren't stilled anymore.

A hurried “Hold on!” was blurted from your lips in a split second before the door, which was once open, slammed shut in response to your mighty hand.

You ran. Socked feet purely skidding along the smooth wood to the point that when you actually ended up at the side of your bed, you had stumbled...

But it wasn't enough to stunt your movements.

In one fast reach that anyone else would've missed in the blink of an eye, the book that was once held in Peter's grasp was completely ripped out of it in such a frantic state that he had almost missed it himself.

But there you were again. Your body froze from head to toe, stuck in place, while your wild eyes searched back and forth, up and down, over every single spot on Peter's face that to your horror was very much blank.

Your lips parted. Any and every excuse, or apology rolling to the end of your tongue...

And then he smiled.

Peter smiled.

It was a wide smile- A WIDE SMILE - that could've either made you shiver in complete fear, or cause you to sweat in absolute embarrassment, “That's... that's me-- That was me.”

A thing that, rest assured, both happened at the same time.

“You drew... me. You drew me?” Peter repeated through that soft, low voice as if he tried to convince himself of what he saw. And the grip you held on that damn book, which was most definitely clamped shut in your hands, increased by a million per cent.

The breaths that you so desperately needed to filter through your lungs were currently preoccupied with being stuck in your throat. Wild eyes further widening until you just couldn't take it anymore.

You lifted the book upwards with both of your sweaty hands. Holding the thing right up, in front of your face, while you let out a much-needed sigh of air.

But that little moment of relief was cut just a little bit short when your eyes caught onto the pair of feet that appeared underneath the bottom of the book you held.

And that was when you realised that Peter was moving towards you.

Your breath hitched. Panic purely surging through your entire system, which in return, immediately made you retaliate by making your feet start to move as well.

It was silent.

The only sound being your hurried breaths while you backed your way around the edge of your bed, which only continued this game of follow the leader as Peter was hot on your trail.

Your breathing was elevated. Heart most definitely hammering in your chest in a way that never seemed to calm down. And it sure as hell wouldn't have happened any time soon, as within the next step that you took...

Your back was suddenly met with this cool, solid surface.

A wall.

Oh, you were undoubtedly panicking now.

I mean, all you could do was stand there with the book held up high while those inevitable sounds of light footsteps rung closer and closer through each of your ears.

And when the moment finally came when they stopped. The end of shoes scrapping against the floor. Your breath hitched within seconds once again.

Dread, fear, disbelief and many more emotions purely swirled around your stomach and continued to stay there when about two fingers were suddenly placed across the top of the book tightly held in your grasp.

Before it started to get pressured down.

It was a slow and only mildly forceful movement that ended with Peter breaking into light giggles when your face was finally revealed from behind the leather and paper.

“You really like my face, huh?”

He teased you.

The first thing he did, after all of that, was tease you?!

Are you serious?!

A huff of air sifted through your lips in a way that made it sound more like a whine, and you started to lower your head in response to a new layer of heat settling down across the skin of your face...

However, someone appeared to disagree with your movements.

Those same fingers that discarded the only shield that was there to hide your embarrassment were suddenly hooked under your chin before doing the exact opposite of what you were trying to do yourself, “It's okay...”

“Hey, it's okay,” Peter insisted in a voice that could barely be classified as a whisper, and your body tensed when you were met with those big, brown doe eyes that stared back at you with so many emotions swirling within, “You know... I like looking at your face, too.”

“I like... I like the way it lights up when I mention your favourite things,” he continued on with that same low but light tone while his fingers gently twisted a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “I very much like the way your face just goes bright... bright red when I get you with my... my attractiveness- I don't know how you do this?”

And just like that.

The moment was lost.

Both you and Peter had descended into a fit of giggles, despite your flustered state, while the attempt of seriousness lasted for only minutes.

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry,” the guy before you practically wheezed with active shakes of his head. Trying anything and everything to regain that sense of sincerity as he sucked in a few more breaths for composure.

But was he really wrong, though?

Your body shook. Laughter surprisingly beckoning to pass through your lips despite your disbelief of the current situation as you lowered your head enough to nudge Peter's chest with it.

And though you still had many more laughs to get out.

It suddenly seemed to fade when you inevitably rose once again.

Because there it was.

That moment of realisation that you had only heard about in movies, books and even comics of how close the two love interests were in proximity, which in this case was pretty close.

I mean, every breath that Peter's body struggled to let out in that moment could be felt against the skin of your face that was already hot enough as it was.

The two of you were frozen. Silence layering over the tension-packed air as Peter's eyes continuously, and anxiously, went back and forth between flickering around the very ones that stared back at him and the features that he never really got to see before.

Especially up close.

It felt like hours had passed. Both of you just stuck in that same position while two pairs of eyes gazed at each other as if they were staring at a piece of art.

And then it happened.

That fateful situation that people dreamt of, that characters dreamt of, for years had finally been offered to you.

Peter started to lean in. The hand that was once under your chin returning to its rightful place as he moved forwards in what felt like slow motion.

A pace that was carried out in such a way that he could see every single reaction you held on that face of yours while he moved his head closer and closer...

He stopped.

This was it.

This was the moment that would fulfil the dreams that had plagued his mind for weeks- months on end without your knowledge. And now after all this time, he had found that it was the same for you?

The girl, literally, of his dreams liked him back?

“Can, I...?”

It was quiet. The words heavily let out of those damn lips back to being served with such a lightness that could barely be passed off as a whisper while the question rung through your ears over and over again.

But the singular moment that his thumb trailed up to your chin before grazing over the skin of your bottom lip.

I think he already knew your answer.

After what yet again felt like hours of the two of you just standing there, basking in each other's close proximity, it was time to fulfil the thing you had been subconsciously waiting for. Seal the deal.

So, without wasting anymore valuable time, your head rose with Peter's hand still lightly gripped under your chin, and you titled it right before your lips had officially met.

And my god was it perfect.

I mean, this was finally it.

That moment that many kids, adults, fictional characters had dreamed about for so long, and now you could feel it as a certain warmth spread through your body from head to toe in a matter of seconds against those soft lips that happily welcomed you.

Your fingers had trailed up along the back of Peter's neck in a way that made him physically shiver under your touch before they met with the strands of thick hair that you loved to see oh so much.

The two of you somehow moved closer. Peter's free hand appearing on the other side of your face to cup your cheek, which ended up with your back being fully pressed up against the wall that had you pinned to a certain someone's liking.

It was addictive.

The pure sparks of energy that surged through both your and Peter's systems. The warmth, which mimicked the feeling of taking that first sip of a hot drink after a day of cold weather.

It had you weak at the knees.

The two of you parted. Hot and heavy breaths escaping both pairs of lips in a matter of seconds, which then went on to dance across the skin of either face when your foreheads ended up propped against each others.

You were stuck. The entirety of your body weight depended on a solid wall and the man that seemed to have you completely wrapped around his fingers without him practically having to do anything.

He just had to be there.

“Wow,” Peter finally managed to get out after so long of him trying to get absolutely anything to roll off of his tongue.

I mean, he was just as shocked as you were as he took a moment to settle his mind.

His forehead gently rubbed against your own for a second, basking in the pure feeling of heat and love that radiated off of your skin, before he leant back to see what he had now claimed as his.

But despite that general fact. He looked anxious.

A mixture of both that and utter disbelief swirled through those damn eyes while one of his hands slowly moved to grip at the neck of your shirt, “Wow, okay... Okay,” he repeated slowly as if to convince himself that the recent events had actually happened.

And once that joyous smile began to curl at your very lips.

I think he was sold.

Peter chuckled after just staring at you for a second. The act of him shaking his head while the cheerful laughs slipped from his mouth completely mimicked your previous moves from earlier, and you couldn't help but smile even wider because of that.

“You...” the guy before you tried to start after straightening himself up again, however, he ended up tucking his bottom lip under his top one when he got ahead of his thoughts, “You have no idea- No idea just how long I've been waiting to do that,”

“No idea,” Peter repeated through that soft, low voice yet again, and you couldn't even put into words how giddy that made you.

The way his eyes danced across your features, the way his hand maintained its hooked position under your chin while the other had its fingers freely fiddling with the fabric of your shirt that surrounded your neck.

He really did have you pinned.

“It's the same for me,” you finally confirmed with a more nervous smile, but that entire feeling faded within an instant when Peter displayed his reaction.

His own smile was so wide that it made his eyes, that swirled with adoration, crinkle at the corners. His eyebrows were raised inwards out of pure happiness, and his both hands moved back towards your face before cupping your heated cheeks.

“This... God, this is so surreal,” Peter breathed with a few shakes of his head before he lowered it to your forehead. And once again the two of you leant into each other. “I know...”

“But I will never stop bragging about how I kissed you first,” you continued on through a few giggles that just slipped out for some reason, but that, thankfully, resulted in Peter huffing out a laugh.

You felt his body shake. The rumbling of such an action seeping from his stomach to his throat, all the while his arms snaked their way round your relaxing frame until he could just hold you there, wishing that he never had to let go, “Well...”

“I'll just be bragging about how I kissed the Y/n L/n,” Peter's simply remarked through a muffled voice before letting out a laugh. Because even though he couldn't see your face, he just knew that you had rolled your eyes at him.

But you felt... good.

You were happy. Pete was very much happy as he practically clung onto you like a koala.

What else in the world was better than this?

“How could I get so lucky.”

~~~~~

Thank you so much for reading if you did!

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hi can i request a 💛💛💛(tons of fluff) reid x fem reader imagine when early seasons spence is crazy jealous when Y/N’s male childhood best friend comes to visit the BAU and has all the ladies smitten with him(and y/ns attention is on her visitor ofc). Also can Y/N and Spence be in like an almost-together-we don’t know if we’re besties or dating- type thing? thank u in advance and if u end up doing it please please tag me!!

Thanks for your request @exhaleli !!!

I love this concept. And I’m gonna throw in a Spencer POV to spice things up.

Sorry this took so long! Hope you like it <3

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Spencer’s POV

“Mornin’ Spence” I heard y/n’s voice coming from behind me. The voice that instantly makes me smile.

I turn around in my swivel chair to face her. I’m met with her beautiful smile and the familiar smell of vanilla.

“Good morning” I gave her an awkward smile as she was standing quite close to me. Not that I mind but it makes me nervous.

She leans on my desk, “How was your weekend?”

I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat, “Pretty boring. I read a five hundred page book in an hour though!”

He eyes widened in surprise; those beautiful eyes with her long eyelashes. “Wow! Was it good?”

“Not really” I shrugged. It made her laugh which in turn made me laugh. Her giggle always made my heart jump a little.

We stared at each other in silence, she looked like she wanted to say something but was hesitant to do so.

“So do you have any plans this Friday? Any six hundred page books you gotta read?” She bit her lip nervously. God those lips. What I would give to kiss them just once.

“I have a few but they can wait” was my attempt at a joke, she smiled. “What’s up?” I asked.

“There’s this high school talent show that’s gonna be open to the public. They do them every year and I heard they’re hilariously bad every time. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me”

I chuckled, “You wanna go make fun of high school kids?”

She said “Yes” with a chuckle as well. And I said “That’s so mean. Let’s do it” which resulted in us laughing uncontrollably. We received a few glares as we were being a bit loud.

Suddenly a guy I’ve never seen before walked in. That wasn’t strange, what was strange was that y/n’s initial reaction was to practically jump into his arms.

They hugged for a few seconds in a very lovey-dovey way. I immediately started to get insecure.

Y/n and I’s relationship is…complicated. For the longest time we’ve been stuck in between friends and more than friends and neither of us do anything about it. We often act and treat each other as more than friends but we can’t call ourselves anything but friends.

I’ve just always thought that I was special to her even if she didn’t have feelings for me the way I do for her. But after seeing this display of affection I’m not so sure.

“Oh hey, Spencer this is James! He’s a good friend from a while back. And—”

“So this is Spencer! Hey man it’s so nice to meet you.” He extended his arm to shake my hand but I declined. “Right right, y/n told me about you and she mentioned you don’t do handshakes, my bad” he was definitely friendly.

“She’s mentioned me?” Was the first thing that could come out of my mouth. Meanwhile I thought how she’d never mentioned him. Weird.

“Of course! I tell all my other friends about you guys” she jumped in.

The team. Of course she’s mentioned me, along with the rest of the team. I need to stop getting my hopes up.

“Let me introduce you to everyone else” she said to him and they walked off hand in hand. My heart sank.

I watched him interact with everyone else. He’s good looking, funny, friendly, talkative, totally not a nervous wreck. Everything I’m not.

“Man he is a fine specimen” I heard García say as she stood next to me, I didn’t look her way.

“What’s wrong?” she asked once she noticed I hadn’t stopped staring and y/n and James.

“Nothing. I’m, I’m fine” I said as I averted my gaze when they started walking back over to us.

Y/n came towards us with a big smile. “Hey so today’s a slow day and I wanted to take James over to the bakery down the block. You guys wanna join?”

“Sure!” García was quick to respond. She put a hand on my shoulder and added, “We’d love to”

I glared at her but y/n didn’t notice. She just said, “Great!” With a beaming look on her face. Spending time with James was worth it if I got to see that look.

~~~

I could hear Penelope talking James’s ear off back at the table while me and y/n were in line.

“So what do you think of James?” She nudged my arm with her elbow.

I have to lie. I hate lying to her but I’d hate more making her feel bad. “He seems like a neat guy” I cringed at my questionable choice of words.

She snorted, “Neat?”

“Yeah. Neat”

“You hate him”

I quickly turned to face her with panic in my eyes. “What? No I never said that”

She rolled her eyes, “You didn’t have to. I know you Spence”

“I swear I don’t hate him. I just have to get to know him better, that’s all” I assured her. I really didn’t wanna spoil her day, after all she is really excited to have him here. Besides I don’t wanna have to explain the reason why I hate him.

We got our coffee and pastries and went back to the table, where García was still talking on and on. Y/n went to sit next to him, but she was still directly in front of me. So I could see every smile towards him, every endearing look, every sweet touch. It was driving me crazy.

Of course she’s like that. She’s sweet and kind and friendly. But I can read his body language like an open book. He’s attracted to her; and he doesn’t see me as competition. Why would he?

That’s when I spotted it. He discretely placed his hand on her knee for a moment. It was almost completely unnoticeable, but I noticed it. I also noticed the way she became a bit flustered. This made me angry.

James started to go on and on about his job as a surgeon—of course he’s a surgeon—and all the crazy stories and lives he’s saved. Y/n and García were were lapping it up.

“Yeah if I had gotten there a minute later that man would’ve died. Good thing somebody thought to ask for a doctor” he boasted, feigning humility though.

“Wow that’s incredible—” García began to say, awestruck.

I bud in, “Actually with a stab wound to the leg chances are he probably could’ve held on long enough to get to the hospital. If the knife remained in the leg of course” I took a sip of my coffee nonchalantly.

He chuckled nervously, “Well yeah, of course. But at the time I didn’t know how long it’d been when I found him and I didn’t wanna take any chances. But hey you really know your stuff”

“I should hope so, I’m a doctor too. Times three actually” I did some boasting of my own and watched as the cocky expression fell off his face. I then noticed y/n’s irritated expression intensify.

“Whoa, does that mean you have—”

“Three phd’s? Yes”

Y/n quickly added, “Well it’s not like you can actually practice medicine. He just likes to know everything about everything”

What is her problem?

“Well I saved your life that one time didn’t I?” I snapped.

She glared at me. I had to hide a smirk behind my cup.

“Wait I haven’t heard this story” James seemed to be completely oblivious to what was going on, but he was intrigued nonetheless.

I winced, “Ooh sorry that’s actually classified information. Anywho I have to get back to the bureau; paperwork. See you guys later”

I quickly got up and walked out before y/n could get another word in because at that point I was fuming.

But I’m not really angry. Why should I be angry about them being attracted to each other? It makes a hell of a lot more sense than her being attracted to me.

I’m hurt. But I hurt myself by getting my hopes up.

And I’m annoyed. Annoyed that y/n acted that way with me. What was that even about?

~~~

About an hour later I see them arrive. Penelope says goodbye to James and heads to her cave. I can see y/n and James through the glass doors but I can’t hear what they’re saying.

I just sit there and watch as they talk and laugh together so naturally.

He stands with confidence. As I observe him I subconsciously straighten my own posture slightly. Maybe she doesn’t like men who slouch.

They say their goodbyes with one final hug and he leaves. She then turns slightly and spots me, I notice her tense up and flare her nostrils a bit.

She’s mad at me.

I decide to walk over to her, through the glass doors.

“What is your problem?” She immediately confronts me.

“What do you mean?” I play coy which only seems to irritate her more. Shit.

“You we’re being such a dick back there!”

“How was I being a dick?” We both start raising our voices.

“The way you treated James, how you felt the need to be a show off and make him feel bad. And I knew from the start you didn’t like him; for no good reason might I add!” She got red in the face which I have to admit is kinda cute but despite that she’s quite scary when she’s mad.

“I simply corrected him and stated the facts, I am a doctor. What I don’t get is why you had to come in and minimize that”

“Because you were being a dick!” She yelled out and we both realized the people on the other side of the doors could hear.

She spoke in a lower tone now, “Why don’t you like him? He was being so nice to you”

“Yeah of course he was. He doesn’t see me as a threat” I blurted, her brows were drawn together in confusion.

“What?”

I sighed. I might as well just say it at this point.

“He’s attracted to you, y/n. I could see it clear as day and he was being nice to me because obviously he doesn’t see me as a threat or competition by any means”

Y/n looked like the puzzle pieces were falling in place inside her mind. “Spence, is that what this is about? You’re jealous?” I saw the anger dissolve from her face and be replaced with concern.

I looked down at my feet, “How can I be jealous with someone who isn’t mine? It just sucked to see you with him. He’s handsome and confident and you two get along so well and he makes you smile. And of course he’d be attracted to you, who wouldn’t be?”

Y/n stepped closer and took my hand to stop my rambling, “Spence, slow down” she giggled, it made me smile.

“You’re overthinking this way too much. What makes you think I like him back?”

I shrugged, still not meeting her gaze. She put her finger under my chin and gently forced me to look at her.

“I think the better question is what makes you think I wouldn’t like you?” She smiled.

“You like me?” I felt myself start to blush.

“Yeah dummy! I thought it was obvious. You know for a genius you can be a bit of an idiot sometimes” we both laughed.

“I guess I find it hard to believe” I admitted bashfully.

She placed her hand on my cheek, “Spencer you’re an amazing guy. You’re kind, caring, thoughtful, incredibly handsome, funny, you’re always making me smile; way more than James ever does. And I like you just the way you are, awkwardness and all. ” she gave my cheek a few soft taps and we laughed again.

“I thought it was obvious I’m crazy for you too” I said.

“Well, I kinda figured. You’re not very discreet” she teased and I pushed her playfully which made her giggle. God I love that giggle.

“You know what?” I walked over to the elevators and pressed the button.

“What are you doing?” She asked. Once the doors opened I grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

She was still confused when the doors closed and I pulled her in for a kiss. It was the boldest thing I’ve ever done, but she gave me the confidence to do it.

And boy was it worth it. My whole face tingled as our lips connected. Her lips felt even better than I ever imagined. She melted into my arms and I could smell that familiar vanilla scent once again.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and I tightened my grip around her waist. She felt warm and soft. She felt safe. I wanted to hold her like this forever.

Our lips parted but my eyes wouldn’t open, I was in pure bliss in that moment. I heard her giggle an get on her tippy toes to kiss both my eyelids.

I opened my eyes to find her smiling at me. That smile that forced me to smile because it was so damn contagious.

“I think we can add good kisser to the list of reasons why I like you” she whispered in my ear and we laughed together.

Take that, James.