#so try to keep that love going and spread it out!

[harrysfolklore]

future wife thirsting over landos muscles

OH YOU'VE GOT IT

You're curled up on the couch with Fernando, half-watching Lando's stream on your phone while he sits at his setup across the room. He's wearing that sleeveless shirt that makes his arms look particularly good, and you're finding it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

"And this," Lando's saying to his chat, picking up Fernando who has wandered over to him, "is our son, Fernando Russell-Norris. Say hi to chat, Fernando."

The golden retriever gives the camera a thoroughly unimpressed look before trying to lick Lando's face.

"He's camera shy," Lando explains seriously. "Gets it from his uncle George."

Fernando responds by trying to climb fully into Lando's lap, making him laugh as he adjusts his position. The movement makes his arm muscles flex and you bite your lip, heat pooling in your stomach.

"Yes, this is the Fernando that my darling future wife wouldn't let me name Fernando Junior," Lando continues, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "But she did let me pick his bed papaya orange, so I think that's a fair compromise."

You snort at that - you'd only agreed to the orange dog bed because he'd looked at you with those puppy eyes that rival Fernando's.

"What's that, chat?" Lando leans closer to read. "Yes, YN is here. She's pretending not to watch the stream but I know she is. Aren't you, darling?"

You flip him off without looking up from your phone.

"See? She loves me," he grins. "Been loving me since we were teenagers, right darling? Even when she was pretending she didn't."

This time you do look up, ready to protest, but the words die in your throat. He's reaching up to adjust his headset, arm muscles on full display, and your mouth goes dry.

"Chat's asking how I finally got you to admit your feelings," he continues, oblivious to your staring. "Should I tell them about how you couldn't resist my charm any longer? Or about how you finally realized no other man could compare to— darling, why are you looking at me like that?"

You quickly school your expression. "Like what?"

"Like..." he trails off as understanding dawns on his face. A slow smirk spreads across his features. "Oh. Are you thirsting over my arms again?"

"No," you say quickly. Too quickly.

His smirk widens. "Really? Because you've got that look you get when—"

"Lando," you warn, gesturing at his active stream.

"Right, sorry chat," he grins. "Can't tell those stories on stream. But let's just say my darling has a thing for—"

You throw a pillow at him, making Fernando bark excitedly.

"See what I have to put up with?" Lando tells his chat, but he's grinning. "The disrespect in my own home."

"That's it," you stand up. "I'm leaving."

"No!" he says quickly. "Stay. I'll behave. Look, I'm even putting Fernando down."

The dog immediately trots back to you, traitor that he is.

"Betrayed by my own son," Lando sighs dramatically. "He's a mama's boy."

You settle back on the couch, Fernando curling up at your feet. "He just has good taste."

"Unlike his dad?" Lando raises an eyebrow, then flexes deliberately as he reaches for his water bottle.

Your sharp intake of breath must be audible because his smirk returns.

"Everything okay over there, darling?" he asks innocently.

"Fine," you say through gritted teeth. "Perfect. Just wondering how much longer your stream is going to be."

"Why?" he grins. "Got plans for me?"

You stand up again, walking slowly toward him. His eyes track your movement as you lean down to whisper in his ear, careful to stay off camera.

"Keep flexing those arms like that," you murmur, "and you'll find out exactly what plans I have."

You hear his breath hitch.

"Right!" he says quickly to his chat, voice slightly higher than usual. "Think that's enough streaming for today. Fernando needs a walk and I need to... um... help with that. Thanks for watching everyone!"

He ends the stream in record time, turning to you with darkened eyes. "You're evil."

"Am I?" you ask innocently, running your fingers over his exposed bicep. "I'm not the one showing off my arms to thousands of viewers."

"Showing off?" he pulls you into his lap. "I was just wearing a shirt."

"A sleeveless shirt," you correct, tracing the muscle definition. "You know what that does to me."

"Maybe," he admits, then grins. "But in my defense, you're very cute when you get all hot and bothered over my arms."

"I don't get hot and bothered over your arms."

He raises an eyebrow. "No? So you didn't just end my stream early because—"

You cut him off with a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips.

"Still not hot and bothered?" he murmurs when you pull back.

"Shut up," you say fondly. "Or I'll make you sleep in Fernando's papaya orange bed."

"Worth it," he declares, standing up with you still in his arms, making you squeal. "Now, about those plans you mentioned..."

And as he carries you to the bedroom, arms flexing deliberately, you think about how sometimes the best streams are the ones that end early.

Even if your dog judges you for it from his papaya orange bed.

[merakidoll]

“keep her quiet o” connie mumbled eyes concentrating on the game in front of him. his thumbs moved quickly on the white controller decorated in my melody stickers. “don’t you see i’m trying?” ignoring his character, connie looked back at the scene in front of him a small smirk spreading on his face. ony held your legs up to be pushed against his shoulders while he fucked up into you. your back was against his chest, watered eyes starting at connie’s, while ony’s thick fingers were stuffed in your slobbering mouth to conceale your moans from connie’s friends.

“aye she looks so fucked out” connie’s laughed at you making ony join in. your clit jumped, humiliation creeping up, but it felt good. you loved being the center of your boys attention, pussy clenching down against ony as connie scooted his pink gaming chair back to be close to you. you moaned against ony’s fingers, hearing connie’s friends call for him, but he still kept his focus on you. “you good baby?” his soothing voice with the northern accent had your eyes rolling. ony smirked at his boyfriend, spreading your legs still keeping his hard pace.

connie groaned taking in the way his grith stretched your tiny pink hole. your brown pussy lips were spread, making him see just how wet and sensitive you were. when the controller in his hand vibrated he had the brightest idea ever. feeling the continuous vibrations, he held one handle of his control and placed the other one on your clit so you could feel it. “you like that boo?” by now your ears were ringing. the vibration mixed with ony filling you to the brim, and the watchful eyes was heaven. you pussy continued to clench. cream dripping from you like a water fountain. “stop that” onyankopon order, his dick jerked, toes curling at the feeling of you tighten around him.

“seeee fuckkk!” he moaned abruptly. his dick explored, pink tip getting a little longer to release the ropes- filling you and seeping back onto him with the mix of you two. he used that as leverage, fucking you harder and giving connie a show. his pink durag unraveled against the couch letting his waves free, sweat coming down his face from determination. “yea fuck her o. show her who run shit” connie palmed himself in his boxer, bitting his lips while starting at his lover in his eyes. ony smirked, taking his fingers out of your mouth and ignoring you completely.

“m’sorryyyy! daddy m’sorry ohmygod” your cheeks were wet, overstimulation taking over your body making your skin crawl. your sore pussy took everything though. leaking, every second, clit thumping from the constant vibration, and hole stuffed and fucked. one final scream had you squirting. it went a little high getting on connie’s socked over feet as your cried helplessly while you men egged you on, connie’s even even running the handles against your clit to stimulate you further. “that’s my good girl,” “look at my boo makin a mess for us”

your head pounded, a true feeling of you having no more come to give dawning on you as you passed out on onyankopon’s dick with a heavy sigh. and still being the center of their attention. connie smirked at you two being fucked out, lovingly looking at you both up until someone spoke in his head phones. “we hear you fuck head” gojo groaned into the mic. “now i have to go see were my princess and geto is”

[grotesquevi]

85 and 48 w abby anderson plsplspls

cw  # 18+ mdni, contains smut, use of strap on, hear me out cause this is spider-man!abby x villain!reader. feel free to look at the prompt list i'll be working with to get some drabbles out and send a max of 2 numbers + a character to my ask if you want to join! previous drabble.

“you can take it like a good girl, right?” it makes your blood boil. so mad your vision fades to red for a second and you wish to kill her for the next handful of seconds — “you’re taking it so good already.”

makes your skin shiver when she talks to you like that, spin around an endless circle when abby’s pushing you right against the cement pillar, burying herself deeper as she makes you moan in response.

“there you go,” she’s cocky for a second, shouldn’t be when the red and blue mask rest a couple of steps away from her, when part of her suit is teared after another encounter where she almost win. tries to stay silent when she’s holding your leg up, muscles flexing when she’s keeping you just in the right position as she plunges further inside your slippery cunt.

“please- stop talking and focus in fucking me.”

it’s funny when spider-man actually turns out to be a butch packing a sillicone cock in the spider suit, when you find out your nemesis is nothing but a stem collage student who knows too much about science, loves training and has a deep desire to keep everyone she knows safe. holding her little camera around, staring at you during classes: how did you not see your class-mate being the very same superhero who had the audacity to fight you all across new york?

she’s sweaty behind you, breathing spreading against your skin when she bites the flesh of your shoulder enough to leave a mark of her teeth. you cannot reply. cannot defend yourself from a touch you’ve been needing for so long. your ass moves back searching for the strap, and abby’s taking the gesture to fuck you faster, drag the cock deeper until it bruises your cervix. she takes her time in spreading you further apart, in tease your ass-hole with her thumb like it’s not already enough.

she surely has the stamina of a superhero, the soul of a savior. your back’s bruised, bloody and swollen at the remains of your fight with her, now to be, what exactly? moaning out her name? melting away your barriers when she’s touching you like she just came across paradise?

“should be taking you to jail, make you follow the laws for once,” she mumbles against your ear: abby could do it. you’re way worse than she is, trapped in her embrace, being fucked dumb enough to forget you can speak. she was winning after all, was until her vision turns cloudy and fuzzy as you’re saying something about the feeling of the strap securely wrapped in the harness around abby’s waist — “you’re gonna follow me now aren’t you? for once in your life.”

fuck spider-man. literally and metaphorically. fuck abby anderson when she’s shoving her fingers back in your mouth, when she’s keeping this pace that got your cheek crushing against the pillar of a cold abandoned building.

the tension you once holded between the hero nows long gone it seems, gone when abby’s fixated in her own movements, the way her cock seems to dissapear inside your well used hole and she’s happily listening to the lewd sounds your body make for her.

“nobody can know about this, okay?” you say, but the words slur together against the amount of saliva when she’s pushing her digits inside again. “ngh-abby. i fucking mean it.”

how are you even talking when you’re such in a fucked state? when you must be squeezing the dildo so deep abby can almost taste it herself in her dry mouth? always demanding, never giving up.

“nobody will know” she don’t really care about anyone knowing, not when there’s worst things in life more dangerous than be caught fucking the criminal she’s been trying to stop for months — “i promise.”

she needs more hands. fuck. abby needs to keep touching you. take the opportunity she’s given as she’s webbing your leg securely against the pillar you’re leaning against and she’s able, finally, to hold both hands behind your back while thrusting the strap in until you’re once again full. comfortable. good.

that’s what it makes it for her anyway. how you surrender to her touch. how you’d like to put up a fight even when you love it, how your moans fill the air and mix up with her own.

turns out being bitten by a radioactive spider is the least of abby's worries. in fact, she’s kinda digging the super-powers lately.

[miedei]

indulging you.

spencer finds himself spread thin when trying to get both you and JJ home.

a/n: I haven't even watched s18 yet but I'm so fucking devastated about will so here's a happy fic featuring will, I love that man with the crazy accent! this is also inspired by a time when my friend climbed into a private park when drunk and then forgot how to climb the fence to get out so we had to call the police

cw: fem!reader, alcohol consumption, drunken antics that are a bit stupid, spencer is soooo annoyed but he loves you so who cares

wc: 1.5k

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Will is sitting (sprawled) out on the couch, a heavy sigh pushing itself from his lungs. He loves their kids more than anything in the world, but their bedtime routine runs him ragged every time. And doing it alone is a whole other story, his entire body filled with gratitude the moment Henry’s breath finally evened out. 

He revels in a few minutes of blessed silence, beer bottle hanging from his fingertips. It’s only once he’s finally melted against the back of the couch that his phone begins to vibrate in his pocket. Fishing it out, the too-bright screen flashes “SPENCER” across it. 

Swiping his finger across the screen, he brings it to his ear, immediately wincing at the onslaught of sound. 

“JJ, get down! Please?” 

Spencer sounds tried, his tone bogged down with frustration and sleepiness. 

“...Spence?”

“Yeah, Will, I’ve got— sweetheart, stay here, please— Um, I wanted to give you a head’s up, we’re going to drop JJ off in about ten minutes. They’re both a little…”

The sounds of DC at night bleed through the phone, cars honking and voices floating through towards Will. He can’t help but chuckle, scrubbing a hand down his face as he imagines what Spencer’s dealing with. 

“They’re three sheets to the wind, huh?”

Spencer lets out a pitiful sound.

Ever since Spencer showed up outside the club to pick you up, he’s been sure this night would seem far longer than it is. Clearly, he was right.

He’s got a hand tangled in the back of your jacket, making sure you stay close. His other hand is busy holding his phone to his ear, so he has to settle for instructing you to hold JJ’s hand, hoping to keep you both near.

Unfortunately, you both seem to be at the stage of drunk where you have very little awareness of your surroundings, swaying back and forth as you slowly move down the street. Tightening his grip on your jacket, he turns his focus back to Will on the phone.

“Yeah, I think you’re going to have your hands full, wanted to let you know in case the boys are still up and about.”

Will’s accented drawl rolls through the speakers of his phone, laughter colouring every word.

“Okay, thanks for letting me know. And thanks for picking them up, Spence, I know it’s a struggle.”

Spencer falls silent for a moment, just observing. You shrug off your jacket, leaving it hanging limp in Spencer’s hand, and he watches after you helplessly as you latch on to JJ. It seems as though JJ is trying to climb a wrought-iron fence into a closed park, but both the alcohol and your body attached to hers is impairing her. 

Distractedly, Spencer murmurs down the phone to Will as he wedges the phone between his shoulder and ear, reaching a hand out in case the two of you topple over.

“Yeah, it’s no problem, I’m sure— JJ, be careful, you’re going to fall over! I’m— I'm sure you had your hands full with the kids anyways.”

JJ’s shaken you off, somehow nimble enough to climb slowly up the fence with you cheering her on from below. 

“Spence! Look how high she’s getting!”

You look elated, gesturing wildly at the few inches between JJ’s feet and the ground. 

Nodding absentmindedly, Spencer comes to stand next to you, grabbing your arm and placing it securely around his middle in order to keep you close.

“Yeah, angel, I see it, but… JJ! Please get down, you’re drunk! You can’t break into a park right now!”

Will’s laughter fills his ears, just as JJ calls back down at him, getting surprisingly high for her intoxicated state.

“You can’t tell me what to do, Spencer! You forget the dirt I have on you, Baby Genius.”

Spencer huffs out an exasperated sigh, at a loss. Will hasn't stopped laughing, as if he’s got no sympathy for the predicament. 

Another group of people walk by, shooting them incredulous looks. After nodding at them in embarrassment, Spencer yells up to JJ over your snickering. 

“Jayj, I’ve got Will on the phone! Don’t you want to talk to him?”

That seems to get her attention, her head whipping around as she freezes. The sudden movement causes her to teeter wildly, Spencer squeaking out a sound of distress. 

“He’s on the phone? Hey, give it here!”

She reaches down, but Spencer shakes his head resolutely. 

“No, come down to the ground, then you can talk to him.”

With a disgruntled look, JJ gets around to climbing down the two feet of fence she’d scaled, before hopping to the ground with another annoyed look at Spencer, her hands splayed out as if to say See?. 

“Didn’t fall, did I? I’m in the FBI, Spencer. Obviously I can climb a fence.” 

She mock-lunges for his phone, before he hands it to her, grabbing her shoulder to make sure she doesn’t run off again. 

JJ’s voice flips a switch the moment she grabs the phone, turning from mocking to saccharine-sweet as she croons something or the other down the phone to Will. Thankful that she’s distracted, Spencer shifts his attention back to you, who’s leaning heavily against his side as you fiddle with your shoes.

“What’s up, angel? You okay?”

“I’m taking off my shoes, handsome.” You reply, as if it’s obvious.

“Your shoes? How are you going to walk home then?

“I don’t know, Spence, but my feet hurt so bad.”

Your voice has taken on a whiny quality, and he sighs again, knowing what’s going to happen, as if he has any power to say no. 

“Can you piggyback me?”

There it is. By all accounts he should be annoyed, and sure, he is a little, but every cell in his body is tuned to say yes to you. He couldn’t refuse if he tried.

When you finally get moving again, JJ’s clutching Spencer’s brick of a phone in both hands, pressing it hard against her ear. You’re clinging on to his back, heels in hand as you hum a song that he vaguely recognises into his ear. He’s got his hands full, one clutching your leg to make sure they don’t unwind from around his torso, and the other desperately clutching JJ’s shoulder as she walks ahead of him. 

It takes double the amount of time that it should, but finally, the three of you turn the corner onto JJ’s street. In the line of townhouses, only one door is open, light streaming out as Will stands in the doorway, phone in hand as he watches your little procession come down the street. 

JJ doesn’t seem to notice him until Spencer points him out, an excited sound leaving her mouth at the sight. She lowers the phone, shoving it into Spencer’s hand, before rushing forward, bounding up the steps to her home. 

Will accepts her hug readily, his eyes dancing as he meets Spencer’s. It seems as though you’ve only now seen him, excitedly greeting him from over Spencer’s head. 

“Will!”

Will cries your name out with a similar level of enthusiasm, his smile wide. 

“Had a good night?”

Both you and JJ begin recounting the night, the overlapping chatter ensuring that neither Will nor Spencer can understand a word. 

Waiting patiently for you to run out of steam, Spencer squeezes your thigh affectionately, speaking softly up at you. 

“You ready to go home, sweetheart?”

You take some time to mull it over, but finally nod your head in assent. 

Looking over at Will and JJ, Spencer grins as he hears JJ say something about how Spencer’s a bit of a wet blanket, but we had fun!. Waving goodnight, he turns around, beginning the path home, but not before calling over his shoulder: 

“Goodnight! JJ, drink a lot of water, please.”

“You’re not Hotch, I don’t answer to you!”

Spencer’s grin only widens, brushing his thumb up and down the back of your knee as he hears their door shut behind you. 

You’ve fallen silent, your hands dangling over his chest as you tuck your face into his neck. 

The position’s uncomfortable, the heels you clutch in your hands are digging into his front, and your warm breath is making his neck especially ticklish. Despite that, the feeling of your murmured ramblings that sink into his skin, and your weight resting pleasantly on his back seems to override any complaints he might have. 

He knows what’s going to happen. He’s going to indulge you, obviously. He’s going to walk you home without a word in protest. He’s going to make you a grilled cheese, when you inevitably get hungry. He’s going to get you into bed, and he knows he won’t be saying anything to deter you from falling asleep sprawled on top of him.

[bunnis-monsters]

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Vampire x Fem!Reader

WC: 5k+

warnings: arranged marriage, handjob, squirting, pussy eating, creampie

He could smell death on her skin, something like decay and smoldering flesh. Her body was growing weaker by the day, and by god he could almost sense her life force draining from her.

Disease was like a wild beast, ravaging and devouring the bodies of whoever’s path it crossed. Unfortunately, while tending to a sickly child, she got caught in the middle of its quest, and was infected.

Valentine lived a solitary life, one that most would pity him for. Every day seemed to drag on and on, eternity looked grim.

When he met her, everything began to just… make sense. She was kind and a bit feisty, full of life and energy. Instead of dragging on, each day was new and ripe with adventure.

For a short period of time, it seemed like everything was going to be okay.

Then, a new disease began to spread through the land, killing off entire kingdoms and leaving both nobility and the common folk at death’s door.

No one was safe… not even her.

The first cough went unnoticed, Valentine simply continued to work as she placed a hand on her throat.

Strangely enough, she felt a bit weak and feverish that week, unable to do her daily tasks around the castle. Valentine spoiled her rotten and she took pride in being able to help him with his work while he was so busy… but now she could barely get out of bed.

Valentine was a scattered mess. He nearly collapsed when she started coughing up blood. Usually, vampires would become overwhelmed by the scent of it, but her blood smelled like rotting flesh.

She was dying.

He tried everything he could to keep her alive. Various types of acupuncture, medicines, herbs, visits to the apothecary, nothing seemed to work on the vicious disease ravaging her body.

On a moonless night, he knelt by her beside, his undead heart aching as she spoke her final words.

“Don’t… cry…” she murmured, her skeletal hand caressing his cheek and wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop. “I may die… but my love will… persist through it all…”

Choking on a sob, he leaned forward to press his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to be alone… I can’t stand it, I won’t let you go.”

She began to hum, carefully running your fingers through his soft locks. “Then I’ll come back… I promise. I’ll… find you…”

The clouds covering the moon moved out of the way for just a moment, letting its light shine on her face one last time.

“I love you, Valentine.”

With that, she drew her last breath.

It took several days for reality to set in. Valentine still came to her room every night, sat beside her slowly decaying corpse, and kissed her head.

“Goodnigh, my dear.”

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Darkness fell over the land, leaving you nothing to light your path. Everyone warned you to be home before nightfall, but you foolishly ventured on, wanting to gather more fresh herbs for dinner.

After all, you were out camping in such a nice cabin, why not take advantage of the change of scenery and eat something you gathered yourself?

Life in the city was hard, and you thought a change of pace would be nice. After all, in only a few months you were to be married off to someone you didn’t know.

‘Aren’t arranged marriages outdated?’ you thought to yourself as you forced your body to move forward.

Your father was wealthy and a bit distant, but you never thought he would marry you off to someone you hadn’t even met!

It was just supposed to be a walk to clear your head, to try and make sense of what your life was becoming.

Well, now you were lost in a dark and wintery forest with your phone dead and scarf blown away with the wind.

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[lazysoulwriter]

can i see her? - pedro pascal. - ── .✦

requested! thank you. content: established relationship, explicit smut (oral f!receiving, possessive!Pedro, creampie vibes but via his tongue lol), married!couple dynamic, public event delayed for private pleasure, dirty talk, praise, body worship, fem!reader, he’s in love with your pussy fr. +18

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The bathroom smelled like hairspray and his cologne. You stood in front of the mirror adjusting your lipstick, eyes catching Pedro’s reflection as he buttoned the cuffs of his dark suit. He looked unfairly good — grey curls still damp from the shower, a glint in his eye like he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on you.

You felt his gaze long before he walked over. One hand on your waist, the other brushing your ass through the satin fabric. “Can I see her?”

You met his eyes in the mirror, one brow raised. “Her?”

His lips touched your shoulder, a whisper against skin. “You know who I mean.”

You smirked. “Pedro, we need to be out the door in ten.”

“One look,” he murmured, kneeling like it was instinct. “Just one.”

And he was already pushing your dress up, dragging your underwear down with practiced ease. You gasped, half in protest, half in anticipation.

“Fine,” you huffed, voice already breathy. “One look and then we leave.”

But he didn’t just look. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs spreading you open as he leaned in. His nose brushed through your soft curls and he exhaled like he was home.

“Can I give her a kiss?”

Your head fell back against the mirror. “Yes,” you sighed.

Just a kiss — except it never is. He groaned at the first taste, like you were a drug he couldn’t resist. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe through your folds before he said, “One more.”

“Pedro—”

“Just one more,” he begged. Another lick. Another moan. And you couldn’t deny him, not when he was so hungry, so gentle and filthy all at once.

“Fuck it,” you muttered. “Keep going.”

He did. He devoured you — tongue flicking, lips sucking, nose buried so deep against you it was like he couldn’t breathe without you. The bathroom blurred around you as you gripped the sink, moaning out his name over and over.

One orgasm left your legs shaking. The second had you whimpering, trying to close your thighs around his face — but he wouldn’t let you. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered between licks. “Let me have all of it.”

The third was drawn out, overwhelming, and when you came, he held you through it, mouth still latched as you pulsed on his tongue.

You felt him slump forward, his forehead resting against your thigh. Still kneeling, breathing hard, lips glistening.

“Oh my god,” you exhaled. “You—Jesus, Pedro, we’re so late.”

You reached down to touch him, brushing his curls back as you murmured, “C’mon, let me take care of you now, but we gotta be quick—”

He pulled back with a dazed grin. “Don’t worry about it.”

“What?”

Then you looked down. Right at the very obvious dark spot on his pants.

“Wait—did you cum from eating me out?”

He just stood up, kissed your cheek with obscene satisfaction, and said, “Yeah. Yeah, I did. You fix yourself up while I go change and then we leave.”

You blinked, dazed, and watched him stroll out like a man who had no regrets.

And maybe… you’d be late. But fuck if it wasn’t worth it.

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[dearstvckyx]

You need to cry, baby - Quinn Hughes

During the offseason, Quinn Hughes struggles under the weight of pressure and expectations, hiding it behind forced smiles. At a quiet family dinner, his walls crack, and reader follows him to the boat at the lake house. There, with gentle comfort, they help him break down and finally let go—reminding him it’s okay to cry. - The Neighbourhood , Cry Baby

Quinn Hughes x Reader , (ft Ellen Hughes)

Warnings: Emotional distress, Anxiety / burnout, Suppressed emotions / emotional breakdown, Comfort after crying, Angst with comfort

The Neighbourhood Lyrics Masterlist - ⌂

The Hughes lake house always looked perfect in the summer—warm, golden sunsets, laughter echoing across the dock, the quiet hum of a family that loved each other deeply. But perfection had a way of hiding cracks.

And Quinn Hughes was full of them.

He’d come home for the offseason with his usual shy smile, hugging his brothers, pressing a kiss to your cheek, letting his mom squeeze him like she hadn’t seen him in years. But something was off. You noticed it first in the way his jaw clenched when no one was looking. In the way his shoulders never quite relaxed, not even out here by the water.

He laughed when he was supposed to. Ate when he was told. Sat through games of cards and boat rides and family barbecues like he was fine.

But he wasn’t.

And you knew it. So did Ellen.

You’d catch her glancing at him when he’d go quiet, her eyes soft with concern. Sometimes, you’d share those glances too—wordless, knowing. The kind of look that only came from watching someone you love try so damn hard to keep it together.

That night at dinner, it all came to a head.

It was nothing special—just burgers, corn on the cob, fresh salad, the usual summer spread. Everyone was talking, laughing, bickering over board games and who had to do the dishes.

Quinn sat mostly silent.

He picked at his food, nodded when someone spoke to him, but didn’t join in. Not like he usually did.

Ellen asked him something—something innocent, like how training was going—and he flinched. Visibly. Then he dropped his fork onto his plate with a sharp clatter.

Everyone went still.

“I’m fine,” he said tightly. Too tightly. “Just tired.”

His voice didn’t match his words. It cracked around the edges. He stood up before anyone could say anything else and muttered, “Gonna take a walk.”

You didn’t move right away. But Ellen caught your eye across the table and gave you the smallest nod.

Go to him.

So you did.

⸻

You found him on the boat, legs dangling off the edge, head bowed like the weight of the world had finally landed on his back. The lake was quiet, the moonlight skimming across the water like a ghost.

You didn’t say anything at first. Just climbed aboard and sat beside him. He didn’t look at you. Just kept his eyes fixed on the ripples below, fists clenched in his lap.

“Wanna talk?” you offered softly.

“No.”

You nodded. Waited.

He let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Your heart ached.

“I’m supposed to be happy. I should be happy.” He swallowed hard. “It’s the offseason. I’m with my family. I’m with you. But I feel like I can’t breathe. Like there’s this… thing sitting on my chest, and I’m just pretending it’s not there.”

You turned toward him, placing a gentle hand on his knee.

“You don’t have to pretend.”

His lips trembled, and he shook his head. “I can’t let them see me like this. They all think I’m okay. That I’ve got it under control. I’m the oldest—I’m supposed to be strong.”

“You are strong,” you said quietly. “But strength doesn’t mean swallowing everything down until it eats you alive.”

He blinked, fast and desperate.

“Quinn,” you whispered, your voice trembling with him. “You need to cry, baby. You need to let it out. It’s okay.”

His breath hitched—once, twice—before the dam broke.

Tears slid down his cheeks, slow at first, then faster. You moved closer and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him to you. He didn’t resist. He folded into you like he’d been holding himself up for too long.

His face pressed into your shoulder, his hands clutching at your sides like he was afraid you’d disappear. You didn’t say anything more. Just held him as he cried for everything he’d kept bottled up—every bad game, every doubt, every moment he’d felt like he wasn’t enough.

The sobs shook his whole body.

You ran your fingers through his hair and whispered, “I’ve got you. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

“I’m so tired,” he whispered into your shirt.

“I know,” you murmured, kissing the top of his head. “Let yourself rest. Just for a little while.”

Minutes passed. The tears slowed. His breathing evened out.

He pulled back eventually, red-eyed and quiet, and you gently wiped the tears from his face with your sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t be.” You gave him a soft smile. “Crying doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

He reached for your hand and held it tightly. The moonlight caught the shimmer of drying tears on his cheeks, but his eyes were clearer now. Lighter.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You squeezed his hand. “Always.”

The lake lapped gently against the boat as you sat in silence, your head resting on his shoulder, his fingers still laced with yours.

He wasn’t all the way healed. Not yet. But tonight—tonight he’d let go. Just enough to breathe again.

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Summary: Left alone after the death of your grandparents, you must survive the remote backwoods.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

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You wake in silence. Your eyes flick open and cling to the slats above. You examine the large knot in the board directly above you. The link between body and mind slowly reforges as your finger twitches, then another.

Your stomach constricts painfully. You groan and close your eyes against the pounding in your skull. Mingled with the physical agony is your confusion. Where are you?

This is not your grandparent's house. It does not smell like it and the wooden planks are the wrong colour. Your head lolls to the side as your back wracks from laying flat.

The gate, the garden, the tomatoes in the dirt. A flicker of memory plays in your mind. There's a low creak in the floor. Your open your eyes and look at the man as he nears.

Now it comes back. The knife, the grizzly threats, the empty basket. You try to sit up but your arms shake and give out. You whimper.

"Please, mister...." your voice comes out hoarse as it chafes in your dry throat.

"Thief, but not a liar," he puts a metal mug on the table behind the arm of the couch, just above your head. "As close to starving as you can get."

You blink and lay helplessly on the cushions. You watch him in dread, waiting. He reaches for you and you flinch.

He grabs your shoulder and forces you up. "Sit."

You struggle to get your legs over the edge and turn to lean on the back of the couch. You're breathless from the effort. He lets go and grabs the cup.

"Drink. Slow." He grits.

You nod but barely get your chin up. You lift a trembling arm and wrap your fingers around the cup. He lets go and it slips through your grasp. It spills down your pant legs. You whine.

"S-sorry," you rasp. "Sor... trying."

He doesn't say anything. He bends to retrieve the cup and quickly disappears. He returns with a mop and sops up the mess on the floor. He leaves again, a cloth in hand as he comes back.

He dabs at your pants. You watch him. Your stomach clenches.

"Mister... I live north.... east. Take me back. I'll leave you be." You slump as your energy drains. "S-sor-sorry. I... didn't want... to steal. I didn't..."

You sniffle but no tears rise. You have nothing left in you. If he takes you home, you'll be happy to die there.

He doesn't respond as he continues to blot at your pants. He growls and gives up. He stands again and marches out. He brings another cup of water. This time he puts it to your lips himself and tilts.

"Slow," he girds as you open your mouth.

He keeps it to a trickle. You swallow, little by little, and he stops you after only a few mouthfuls.  He puts the cup on the table.

"Sorry..." you murmur again and let your head hang.

He harrumphs but adds no comment. He reaches over you and drags down the woven throw slung over the back. He spreads it over you and retreats.

You stay as you are. It isn't your choice. You don't want to do anything. Just thinking is hard enough.

You hear him in another room. Metallic noises, wood, the groan of the floorboards.

You stare at your knees. You shouldn't have come back. You shouldn't have stolen. You deserve the worst. Your grandpa would be disappointed if he knew you sank so low.

The man returns with a bowl in one hand and a stool in the other. He plants the wooden stool and sits in front of you. He holds out the dish. There are small chunks of veggie and some sort of poultry.

"Small bites. Slow."

You flutter your lashes as your nose and cheeks sting. "Thank you, mister. I... I'm--"

"Sorry. Got it," he finishes bluntly. "I don't like dead things in my garden."

You reach for a piece of meat. You chew on it tediously. You could gobble it all down at once but that might be too much.

You look around and swallow.

"Fixed it up...." you say.

"Mhm." He rumbles.

You quiet. He doesn't seem the talking type. Fair enough, you don't mind silence.

You eat. As he says, slowly. You focus on chewing, on tasting. It's a delightful sensation after so long.

You lower your hand and twist your fist around your index.

"I can't eat more."

He nods and gets up. He takes the bowl out to the other room. You look around. The couch is draped with a cover; dark grey. The cushions are newer than the noisy frame. The floor is worn but clean, the tables are freshly finished but likely as aged as everything else.

There's a framed map on the wall across from you, above the long side table and past the twin arm chairs. It's a vintage sort of brown outlining all the boroughs in New York. You've never been. Not there or anywhere.

He startles you as he moves the stool. He's gone again and you rub your palms together nervously. You inch forward, testing the strength in your legs.

"Won't get far." He stands in the door frame.

You wince as you look at him. You shrug. He sighs.

"Offer stands. Earn what you take."

"I... yeah. Sorry. I... I took that stuff."

"It's said and done. Get back on your feet and you can make it up." He says.

"Sure. I will. Promise, mister."

He hums.

"You need sleep. You can use that blanket. Whichever pillow." He gestures vaguely to you.

"Thank you." You twiddle your thumbs around each other. "You sure are nice, mister.

He grumbles as if to disagree. You grab the pillow and fluff it up before you stretch out again. He's right. Not much else you can do but sleep.

🌳

You wake up and the windows are dark. The man keeps the curtains drawn so the sunlight stays out. It does keep it cool in the height of summer.

Your headache has receded but it close enough to the surface that anymore sleep will bring it out. You sit up. You're more steady but no less hollow.

You don't dare move from the couch. You don't want to stoke any suspicion or disturb his existence any more than you have. You pick at the hem of your shirt as you wait.

You don't hear him. He just appears. For a man his size, he's agile and quiet. He brings you another cup of water. You thank him again.

"You good to walk?" He asks.

"I'll try," you accept the cup. He clings to it until he's sure you have a good hold on it.

You sip slowly. It's soothing. You let it coat your stomach and close your eyes. You bask in that feeling.

You open your eyes. You reach to set the cup on the table. Then you grip the armrest. You push yourself up with a grunt. He stays near. You shift and get your balance.

"Stiff," you explain.

He dips his chin and turns away. "Come on."

You can't move until he's at the other door. The one that looks to lead outside. You hobble after him, your knees stubborn and your shoulders sore.

He steps outside and holds the door as he waits. You pass him onto the porch and descend the steps. He's straight to the point. Hopefully you don't faint again.

"Right." He commands as he follows.

You obey and go right, away from the garden where he found you. Around that side, there's a wash tub and a laundry line. Behind that, there's a shed.

"You can stay in there." He points over your shoulder. "Got a lock, a cot, and there's an outhouse about twenty feet back."

You nod. "Thank you, mister."

"Might be some mice."

"That's okay, then," you agree.

He grunts.

"Alright then," he says. "You can check it out. Then eat."

"If you say so, mister."

He sniffs. He puts his hand on his hip as you face him. "Bucky." You tilt your head.

"Oh. Okay," you reply, then give your name.

He hums flatly and spins away. You watch him for a moment then retreat. He sure is rigid. Your grandfather could be the same way.

You turn to the shed and approach the door. You lean on it before you go through. Your knees are aching. You enter and the window at the back lets on natural light.

The shelves against one wall are packed with old buckets of paint and tarnish, some tools, and a few empty flower pots. Opposite, a cot, a blanket, and a single pillow.  There's a sideways crate next to it with a single book on it. A chest is tucked inside the crate too.

You shuffle inside and sit on the cot. Not bad. He could have left you to the floor.

He enters with another bowl in hand. Inside, hard-boiled egg, fruit, and some veggies. He sets it on the crate, next to the copy of a book called The Hobbit.

"Thanks," you murmur as he hands you the food.

"Stay off your feet. Eat. Read. You need time." He says.

"Okay," you look down. "You... you got a good harvest. Not like me."

"Long winter coming," he sniffs.

"Grandfather always said..." you begin then let it fade. "Thanks again. I'm keeping ya."

He stares at you a moment. "I'll be around."

He leaves you once more. You take a berry and admire it. You put it in your mouth and feel the juice explode, taste it deeply, it's sweeter than you ever had. Your stomach roars.

You could devour ten times as much as is in the bowl.

🌳

Bucky brings you a second meal. He finds the door still open as you sit restlessly on the cot. He replaces the empty bowl with the new one but doesn't say a word. You thank him anyway.

Alone, you eat slower. You have to remind yourself not to lose control. You feel like an animal.

It's strange. That sort of gnawing hunger looms like a shadow. There's a fear deep down. Now that you've known it, you never want to feel it again.

You put the bowl aside. You pick up the book instead. You turn it over once, twice, and again. The book is tattered around the edges.

You open the loose cover and flip through the title page. The font is tight and small, the ink slightly faded. There's a finger print stamped in dirt on the first page.

You read through the first three pages. Interesting.

The air inside is stagnant. You get up and glance around. Too stuffy. You go to the door and sit inside the frame. The sunlight helps illuminate the words. You put your mind back to another world.

Your adventure is interrupted by a rustle. You look over at the garden, just along the other side of the property. Bucky walks through the rows, bending to check the growth. He has a basket hanging from a strap on his shoulder. He plucks loose the ripe fruits and vegetables and drops them inside.

He doesn't seem to notice you. He likely tries to forget you're there. You've intruded on his life. A thief, now an invader.

You put your head down and go back to reading. You finish the chapter then get up. You recline on the cot and close your eyes without sleeping.

You languish like that as you listen to the soft breeze. There's a sudden clatter that spikes your heartbeat. You sit up and watch the shadow pass by the doorway. You stare for a moment before you get up.

You go out to see what it is. You know who but not why. Bucky's gone but there's something waiting for you. A lawn chair with crisscross straps woven around the wooden frame.

He must have seen you. That's kind of him. You'll be sure to thank him when you see him.

[rocknrollbabe14]

Protector

Johnny Storm x reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 

Warnings: slight self-doubt, p in v sex, breeding kink?, cream pie—If I forgot anything, let me know. 

Author's Note: I researched some about Johnny Storm and FF before writing this but don't hate me if it's not 100% accurate. 

**Also special thanks to @josephs-quinns for my amazing header!**

It had been days since Johnny had been knocked back to earth by the Silver Surfer. It didn’t matter that he was a superhero, part of him was still a human and he was hurt. He needed a few days to recover, and regroup with Sue, Reed, and Ben about how to handle things, and how to protect the world they’re living in. The public was beginning to lose trust in the Fantastic Four. 

They could no longer guarantee the public’s safety. He hadn’t been very talkative, staying mostly in the bedroom you both shared. He wasn’t eating or drinking. You were worried about him. 

Against your better judgment, you knocked on the door lightly. You waited for a response, giving you permission to enter. 

“Come in.”, Johnny’s soft deadpanned voice responded.

Feeling more hopeful than before, you gently pushed the door open to the bedroom. Johnny was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t his usual upbeat self. It hurt you to see him like this. But you didn’t quite understand what he was going through. You were human after all. 

“How are you doing babe?”, you smiled softly, sitting down on the bed beside him. 

He felt the weight of you, causing him to close his eyes for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. 

“Not good.”

You gave him a sad smile, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Johnny, you can’t be so hard on yourself. This isn’t just up to you.”

Johnny eyed you sadly, disappointment all over his face. “It’s my fault.”

You crinkled your face in confusion. “How? How is it your fault?”

You were trying to get to the root of why he was blaming himself so easily. This was not the Johnny you were used to. 

“Johnny.”

He eyed you. “We promised to keep this planet safe—that means keep you safe. And I’m failing you. Well, I just couldn’t imagine—if something were to happen to you.”

You stopped him immediately, sliding your hand down his arm, and taking hold of his hand. His fingers instinctively intertwined with yours. 

“Nothing is going to happen to me—or anyone else on this planet. I know you all can save us. I believe in you, Johnny Storm.”

Johnny looked up at you, his expression easing some. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He quickly sat up, letting go of your hand before taking you in his arms and kissing your head. You smiled softly, embracing Johnny back. He pulled back just a little, his hand resting on the back of your head, fingers laced between your hair. A soft smile spread across his lips, a sight you had missed the past few days. Your heart soared just seeing him smile. 

“What have I done to deserve you?”

You smiled, laughing lightly. “I don’t know—you just saved me that day.”

He remembered the day you were referring to. It started out as a normal day, one like any other. You were on your way to work, barely paying attention to your surroundings. Which was kind of stupid on your part, however, Johnny was nearby and trying to keep a low profile. That was hard since he and his family were launched into space, an experiment by his brother-in-law, Reed Richards. Somehow, the group was exposed to cosmic rays.

He noticed that disaster was about to strike, a pretty girl like you was about to get hurt badly He had to stop that. A car was barreling down the street, going way too fast. Johnny swooped in and saved you. From then on, you both had been inseparable. 

“Best decision I ever made.”

“Oh stop it.”, you giggled, causing Johnny to smile once he noticed you were blushing. 

“Never.”, Johnny laughed before he leaned in, beginning to kiss you. 

His kisses started soft but progressed quickly, becoming deepened. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going to happen next. You were receptive to his moves, kissing him back with just as much excitement and lust. He may have been really attractive, but Johnny was a good guy. He was the best thing that had ever happened to you. 

“Can I have you?”, Johnny asked breathlessly through kisses.

“Yes.”, you breathed back, eagerness laced in your voice.

Johnny had done a 360 from what his mood was earlier. He easily pushed you back on the bed, beginning to pull at your shirt. He brought it up and over your head while continuing to kiss you. He only broke the kiss when he had to. You could only imagine why all the women in the city thought Johnny was hot. Johnny wasted no time in moving his hands down your stomach, across your hips and thighs before finding the hem of your pants, and quickly pulling them down around your ankles.

He broke the kiss long enough to pull them off and toss them on the floor, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. It made your heart skip a beat and your stomach twist into knots. It had been a couple of weeks since you both had sex. Johnny was distracted with the Silver Surfer and Galacticus business. It had been eating at him but maybe this was just the distraction he needed. 

Wasting no time, you reached for his t-shirt, pulling on it. He chuckled through the kiss, knowing exactly what you wanted. 

“Want to take my shirt off?”

“Yes.”, you responded, almost breathless already and this had just begun. 

Johnny broke the kiss completely to lean up slightly, allowing you to pull his t-shirt up and off of him. All you could do was admire his chest and muscles. You had really won the lottery in all ways. Johnny smirked, noticing you taking the time to admire him. It made him want you that much more. He had definitely been distracted and had lost sight of some of the most important things in his life: you and his family. 

He was quick to pull his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. He chuckled lightly, noticing how hard he already was for you. You noticed too, beginning to smile. 

“Hm already hard for me, huh?”, you teased, smiling. 

“I am.”, Johnny responded confidently. “It’s been weeks since I’ve had you.”

Johnny continued listening as he threw off his last article of clothing, letting his cock spring free, finally feeling some relief. He was aching for you, he needed you. 

“I’m aware. But you’ve been busy and distracted with all of this chaos.”

He nodded lightly, positioning himself back on top of you. “I know. I’ve lost sight of the things that really matter.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s been stressful. But tonight, I don’t want you to think about anything but us.”, you breathed before kissing him.

“I won’t.”, he promised. 

You smiled lightly before he went back to kissing you softly, feeling his cock brush again your entrance. It was like he was teasing you and you were already reaching the point where you felt like you couldn’t endure much more. He noticed, watching your eyes bat shut while you swallowed hard. He loved it when you were vulnerable like this. You trusted him.

“Ready for me?”, his voice asked deeply between feverish kisses.

“Yes, Johnny. Please.”, you squeaked.

He chuckled seductively before pulling away from you slightly, fixing himself at your entrance. You were already soaked for him. That only boosted his ego, knowing how much you loved him and desired him. Sure, the women loved him but he only loved you. Without you, he didn’t know what he would do. That’s what worried him so much with the Silver Surfer and Galacticus. 

“Say no more.”, Johnny smirked, thrusting his hips and inserting his full length inside you causing your eyes to go wide and a long, drawn-out moan to escape your pretty mouth. 

It was like music to his ears. He gave you a moment to adjust to his length, watching your eyes roll back in your head. The feeling of him inside you was pure euphoria. There was no other way to describe it. Your hands gripped the sheet, your knuckles turning white. And he hadn’t even started moving yet. He watched you for a moment, taking in this moment in case this was one of the last times. Johnny, stop thinking like that. 

Your eyes opened, and you sighed lightly. At that moment, he knew you were ready for him. He began thrusting deep inside you, soft and slow to start. You’d tell him if you wanted it harder. A series of small moans escaped your mouth as Johnny began to hit the spot that was just right. Your hands left the sheets, finding Johnny’s forearms before moving up to his biceps.

He had been working out lately, trying to make himself stronger. He let out a small groan as he felt your nails dig into his skin. 

“Feeling okay?”, he asked softly. 

You nodded, breathless. 

“Good, that’s so good. Fuck, you feel so good.”, he moaned as he closed his blue eyes, letting himself go. 

It was time to focus on the here and now, on you. 

“Do I?”, you managed to tease in a seductive voice.

“Fuck yes, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.”

You giggled lightly, relaxing under him. It felt good to hear Johnny say those things to you. It made your stomach twist and turn in ways you didn’t even think was possible. He was good at that—hell, Johnny was good at everything. 

“Whatever.”, you smirked at him, rolling your eyes playfully.

“It’s true,”, he groaned as he pulled himself almost all the way out before pushing his cock back deep inside you, causing you to moan and your eyes to roll back. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He knew the moves that would drive you crazy and that’s just what he wanted tonight. 

“I kn—ow.”

“Do you?”, Johnny challenged playfully. “Seems like I’m just gonna have to show you.”

Johnny slowed his rhythm down, leaning down and kissing your neck gently. 

“And how do you plan—to do that?”

“Like this.”, he smirked, beginning to thrust faster. He managed to go deeper, hitting your g-spot and causing your eyes to roll back in your head.

You were too stunned to speak, only a small trickle of moans escaping your lips. He chuckled, feeling proud of himself. He leaned down, bringing himself flush with your body before kissing your neck. It felt good to forget the worries of the world, only focusing on you both. Nothing else mattered at this moment. 

“Fu—ck Johnny, feels so good.”, you managed to get out, voice slightly hoarse. 

“I’m glad, baby. It’s supposed to.”, he smirked. “You know we could be like Reed and Sue—have a little baby of our own.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right?”

Johnny’s smile faded slightly, his confidence going with it. “No?”

“And why would you wanna do that?”

“Because seeing Reed and Sue with Frankie—well, it’s made me think that we could have that too.”

You began smiling, giggling lightly. Johnny was slightly, confused trying to figure out what was going on. 

“I just never pinned you for that.”, you finally said. “You’d really want a baby with me?”

Johnny smiled, somehow finding his rhythm again. “Yes, I would—I do.”, he stammered, correctly himself.

You giggled lightly, not used to seeing Johnny so flustered. It was cute, something else you loved about him. 

“You wanna put one in me right now?”, you asked.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”, you confirmed with a smile on your face. 

“I’d love to.”, Johnny responded, gaining his confidence back just as quickly as it had left. 

He had no expectations that this conversation would go in this direction but he was glad it did. It confirmed that you really wanted a life with him. You really wanted him. It was cute that he was so excited about this. You heard Johnny could be a player, but he just hadn’t found the right girl he wanted to settle down with. 

“You’re gonna be so cute pregnant.”, he groaned, his head falling back slightly. 

“Uh-huh.”, you teased back.

“I mean it—cute little round belly. And knowing it’s mine—it’s going to be perfect.”, he smiled.

You began feeling that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The one where you knew you were close—very close to a release. All that tension was building up and it was almost time to let it go. Johnny could tell you were close too—he knew you so well. Your eyes fluttered shut, fingertips sinking into his biceps. 

“Johnny, I’m so—close.”, you swallowed hard. 

“Cum for me, baby. I’m so close to cumming so hard inside of you.”, he breathed, voice shaky.

That was it. He felt your body tense up, your cunt tightening around his cock. You let out a string of moans and he tried to thrust but once you tightened around him, it was game over. He watched your orgasm overtake you, something he never got tired of watching. It was the small things. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming too.”, he groaned as his cock began pulsing deep inside of you, the sweat evident on his forehead. 

You felt his warm seed flowing deep inside you, causing you both to smile at each other even if you were breathless. This was it—you were really trying to have a baby. Johnny stayed there, making sure every last drop went inside you, brushing your hair to the side. He was caring, making sure you were taken care of every step of the way. 

“Ready for me to pull out?”, he smirked, chuckling lightly.

“Yeah.”, you smiled.

Johnny pulled out, causing you to sigh at the loss of contact. He fell beside you, causing the bed to rock before he pulled you into his broad, thick arms. 

“Now you just need cuddles.”, you felt his breath before he kissed your forehead.

“Yeah, that was amazing. I love you Johnny—so much.”

“I love you too. You’re everything to me. That’s why I want to protect you and this world. It’s my job to be your protector.”

His words made your stomach twist, causing you to pull back from him slightly so that you were staring into his blue eyes. “You are, Johnny. I know you’ll always protect me.”

“I will. I’ll die trying to protect you—and hopefully soon, our little one.”, he smiled, moving his hand down to your flat stomach.

The thoughts of Johnny being a dad drove you crazy, making your stomach ache worse. He was already so good with Frankie. 

“You’ll always be our protector.”, your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, the other on his cheek. 

“Always.”, he responded, you both sharing a deep kiss. 

[retireddaddyric]

BUONGIORNO

Synopsis: (y/n) is Daniel’s PR and they’ve always tried to keep things professional, with (y/n) always taking a step back before the inevitable could happen. But, it’s inevitable, and Daniel’s VERY sex starved.

Warnings: 18+, minors do not interact please. Sub/dom play, smut, sex, female and male orgasm, blindfolding.

Note: this is all fiction. English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance. Send comments or requests even in private, I love it!

“Buongiorno.” Daniel says too loud entering the breakfast room of the Silverstone hotel.

People from other teams turns their heads towards him and salute him back smiling.

They all love my clown. I don’t, not in the morning. But he’s still my clown.

I sip my cappuccino, hidden behind my sunglasses. It’s too early in the morning and by any means I am remotely ready to listen to him yap. He smiles and jokes with everyone, shakes hands and throws his head back laughing. The black Enchante hoodie falls behind him and he adjusts his hair.

He arrives at our table and doesn’t even say hi while he drops the phone, his key and a bag. I narrow my eyes watching him walk back to the coffee lady asking for an oat latte. She politely smiles at him and after saying goodmorning she tells him she will bring his latte to his table.

I watch him come back and after taking his phone he walks to the croissants area.

Is he ignoring me?

When he comes back with a plate of croissants his latte is already at his place. He sits and starts pouring a little sugar in his latte.

I clear my voice and he looks at me.

“Good morning.” I say sarcastically.

He keeps looking at me swirling the little spoon in his latte, a cold stare.

“Cat got your tongue?” I ask and sip my cappuccino.

He bites his croissant watching me.

“I thought you said you hated having to talk to me in the morning.” He says, mouth full.

“A good morning is enough.”

“You can go ask Lewis Hamilton for a good morning because I’ll never give you one again.”

I keep eye contact and he does the same, none of us breaking it first. I hold it, he holds it longer. I feel warmth spread under my belly but I keep my cool.

“And yet you insist for me to be your PR lady.”

“Because you’re good at your job. Only.”

I gasp wide eyed and take my sunglasses off.

“Put them back on, you’re so ugly in the morning.” He smirks and sips his latte looking me in the eyes with a challenging stare.

I grit my teeth and look at him sternly deciding to not answer.

“Cat got your tongue?” He whispers before biting his croissant once again.

I stand and collect my things. “I forgot my laptop in my room. I’ll see you later.”

He just nods. I walk past him, headed to my room.

As soon as I am in my room i nervously try to collect myself. Why does it bother me that he can avoid me or even say I look ugly in the morning? He’s just a smart mouth and a good body.

I take a deep breath and drink some water.

A knock at my door. I open it and there he is, handing me the bag he brought to breakfast with him.

I take it looking at him skeptically and look inside the bag.

“You knew I had it, why would you tell me you were coming to your room to grab it?”

My eyes go wide when I rememeber I leant it to him to upload his pictures from the camera since his laptop was having problems.

“Were you inviting me over?” He asks low.

“I wasn’t.” I say fast.

“I swear I can shut up. If you let me in.” He promises.

“You can?”

He smirks and pretend to zip his mouth. His shoulder hits mine while he enters the bedroom.

“If you talk you’re out.” I tell him.

I close the door and put the laptop on the desk. He looks around and wants to say something but he doesn’t. I suppress a laugh.

“Have you ever shutten up for more than ten seconds or this is a first?”

He smirks looking at me and sits at the armchair next the floor to ceiling window. The Silverstone sky so grey and cloudy and foggy you can barely see the track.

“Oh so you can shut up for real.” I say amused.

He puts his big hands on the arms of the seat and looks at me.

“What?” I ask walking to him. “You’ll lose, you know that.”

He shakes his head slowly, a smirk on his lips.

“You will.” I say laughing. I turn and open a drawer. I take out a black bikini bottom and laughing devilishly I whisper “hands behind your back Danny.”

He immediately complies smiling, already understanding. He puts his wrists together at his back and leans his upper body forward to give me access. I tie his hands.

He leans back smiling and looking up at me.

“You look cute as a submissive little boy.” I tease him.

He smirks but gives me a daring look. He doesn’t like to be called a little boy and I do it often. Just to piss him off.

“Or what? You wanna talk?” I say taking my shirt off. “You talk, you’re out, remember.”

He smiles and spreads his thighs while sitting, getting more comfortable, his eyes eating my lacy black bra. He briefly closes his eyes and then opens them again. He opens his mouth to talk and then closes it again.

I laugh. “Almost got you.”

He shakes his head smiling.

I take off my shoes and slide my panties down from under my skirt.

He licks his lips while i make my lacy thong spin around my finger walking toward him. I straddle his hips and smiling i hang my panties at his ear. I laugh.

“Like the clown you are.” I tease.

He laughs and leans to kiss me but I pull away. “Uh uh. You don’t make rules here.” I whisper admonishing him.

I put my hands at my back, on his knees and start grinding my bare pussy to the front of his jeans. I can feel him already getting hard.

“You keep dreaming about this, yeah?” I breath hotly looking at him.

His eyes zero on my tits and then back at my face, a low groan coming out from his lungs. He nods.

I nod. “I know. You wanna stick that in but I never let you.” I grind my hips more, he buckles his hips up searching more friction.

I put a hand on his chest “No, little boy. I do the work here.”

He looks at me exasperated and narrows his eyes. “Shhh. You’ll love where this is going.”

He leans back at the armchair and looks at me while I stand and start undoing his jeans. I pull them down with his boxers, his thick hard cock bouncing on his lower abdomen.

I smirk and look at him in the eyes. He smirks back and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Do you have a condom?” I whisper.

His eyes go wide. He didn’t think. It’s written all over his face he wasn’t preparared, that he thought I’d tell him no so he left it in his room god knows in what zip of his suitcase.

He opens his mouth and then closes it again squeezing his eyes shut. Pain all over his face. I laugh.

“Never mind. I have one.” I smirk. I grab it from the drawer and tear the packet spitting the little piece at his face.

His face is priceless, a smile as broad as the brooklin bridge, his breath accelerated. It’s christimas in his brain.

I kneel between his legs.

I roll the condom on his hard veiny cock while looking at him with sexy eyes. He looks at me like I am the best thing he’s ever seen his entire life.

I stand up and whisper “you want me Daniel?”

He nods eagerly.

I take my panties from his ear and straddle him. “Pity you find me *ugly in the morning*.”

He shakes his head opening his mouth looking at me apologetically.

“Because it’s only 9 am love.” I say looking at the clock. “Still morning, still ugly.” Then I smile at him devilishly and blindfold him with my panties.

He furrows his eyebrows and I slowly sink on the head of his cock, my pussy lips stretching around it.

He lets out a moan and says in panic “No, fucking take this bandage off me!”

“No.” I moan grabbing his shoulders and taking him balls deep. “Shut up.”

“Fuck, (y/n)! Don’t do this to me, i wanna see!” He breathes desperately, his cock twitching. “I waited for so long I thought this was never gonna happen come on, let me look.”

I smirk and roll my hips. “You said you wou-“

“No! You won! Okay you won! Please!” He moans leaning blindly towards my face.

I smirk and cup his face kissing him slowly, moving my hips up and down in a slow pace. “Ssh. Be a good little boy.”

“Fuck! You’re never ugly for fuck’s sake, I was just teasing!”

“Next time think twice before talking.” I whisper into his ear.

“You’re paying for this.” He groans and slowly moves his hips. “Fucking hell this is heaven and hell at the same time.” He says husky and breathy.

“The right place for little boys like you.” I smirk and when he thrusts up harder i throw my head back. His mouth licks my throat and nibs it. “Minx. I’m sending you to Hamilton after this.” He groans.

I laugh. “So I can ri-“

In an instant i am up in the air, an arm of his around my waist and I squeal. His free hand takes my panties off his eyes and he gives me a glare while he walks us to the bed “You’re not riding any other cock.” He finishes my sentence and lowers me at the edge of the bed. He grabs my hips and looks down at where his cock disappears inside my pussy.

“Ohhh.” He says dreamy. “You almost took this away from me.” He whispers breathlessly pulling out until just the tips stays in before slamming back him.

I arch my back and moan grabbing the bedsheets.

“Holy mac and cheese balls.” He mutters.

He starts fucking me with purpose, every hard thrusts he looks between my face and our joined bodies. “Gosh I don’t wanna even race anymore.” He moans. He takes his hoodie off with his t shirt and his chest is on fire. “I want to start a porn agency with just you and me in it.”

“You’re all red.” I whisper laughing a little breathless.

He leans down to kiss me, his tongue stroking mine in my mouth.

“You’re making my blood boil.” He whispers back using a hand to circle my throat. He stands again and starts saueezing my throat while he fucks my pussy so hard and deep. I moan, loud. His other hand shut my mouth while he looks at me in the eyes.

My eyes roll back and i bend my knees, closing them in reflex to my orgasm. I come hard, all around him. He keeps thrusting in, his pace relentless. Then his hands grab my knees and spreads them. He pulls out and throws the condom away, coming on my belly and spasming pussy. He moans watching in a trance as his thick white cum drops in messy lines on my pale skin. He then sits on the carpet at the foot of the bed catching his breath. I laugh sitting up and looking down at him.

“What?” I hask breathlessly smiling.

He looks up at me, speechless.

I smirk and wink.

“Cat got your tongue, little boy?”

He smirks up at me. “I think i forgot to say something this morning.”

“Did you?”

He smirks. Then jumps on me in a fraction of a second shouting “BUONGIORNO!”

[leighsartworks216]

on my knees begging please i beg you dragon sylus mating rituals. does he have a knot? how about heats and how they deal with it aaaa

I have been thinking about this for days and uhh I had way more to say about this than I thought 💀 smut smut smut below the cut

I think his mating rituals would be more birdlike than anything else. He makes a huge nest, working tirelessly until it's to your exact liking. Even if you try to just say "it's fine" or not complain, he's going to nitpick until he's sure it's absolutely perfect

Then he has you stand at the center. His wings raise and spread in grand gestures and patterns, chin up, chest puffed as he circles around you. It's almost predatory, showing how strong and desirable he is. All the while, he makes these sort of rumbling chittering noises in his chest and throat, almost like a mating call. He wants your eyes on him. If you glance away, he growls his discontent and tries harder to keep your gaze on him. Round and round you he goes, until you relax, until you're ready. Until you reach out, accepting his display, to pull him into you

He prefers if you aren't undressed beforehand - which isn't common amongst his kin, actually. He just relishes the undressing so much. Loves slipping your clothes off your shoulders and pressing wet kisses to the exposed skin. Kneeling down and kissing your stomach and thighs as he removes your pants and underwear. Loves watching your expression as he presses his nose into your crotch, nuzzling the skin and hair, inhaling your scent, smelling just how ready for him you are

When he stands again, he presses his forehead to yours, claws hands holding your body like the most precious treasure. Stares deep into your eyes, chest rising and falling with eager breaths, his desire barely contained within himself

He lays you down in the nest, hands cradling your body to make it as soft as possible. His nose nuzzling into your neck, licking, smelling, tasting your skin as his wings shudder above, hanging over your bodies in giant arcs. Also unusual for his kin - he takes his time

He kisses his way down your body. Drags his sharp teeth so delicately over your delicate skin. Crawls his way down your body. Has to stop himself from actually biting. He groans in delight when he reaches your core, breathing you in as he looks up at you with heavy lidded eyes, dark with lust, as he lolls his tongue out and drags it up the length of your sex. The sounds you make - oh they drive him wild. His claws dig into the nesting material below as he makes out with your heat, sucking and licking and letting your arousal coat his tongue so deliciously. His eyes roll if you grab his hair, or hells his horns, to guide him, control him, use him. His hips grinding into the nest, his cock slowly unsheathing itself as he listens to your moans and gasps, and as your arousal consumes his senses

I know reptiles have hemipenes, so a reptilian dragon should too, but god dammit I just love knots so much. I imagine his dick is long and thick. The head is pointed, and the length is ribbed or maybe even a little spiky. And at the base, of course, is a beautiful knot

You don't get to cum on his tongue, despite how much he wants to taste it, slurp it up and drink it all down. His instincts won't let him, won't allow you to finish without him inside you, breeding you. He pulls away with a growl and crawls back up to you, rubbing his face against yours, cheek to cheek, forehead to forehead, nose to nose. His cock rubbing over your sex, measuring himself against your belly

He never bullies his way in. He can't, not without hurting you, his precious human. Clawed hangs grab your legs and push them back, spread them to make enough room for his hips, sharp nails pressing as gently as he can into the flesh of your thighs. He murmurs quiet reassurances and praise, encouraging you to hold on, bite down on him if you must, push him away if it's too much

It's a slow stretch. He aligns his tip and nudges in slightly, stilling when he hears you gasp. He doesn't move until you give him some sign that he can. He kisses your neck and behind your ear as he works you open, distracting you, telling you how perfect his little human mate is for him. His wings lower down around you both, shielding you, caging you in, trapping the heat radiating between your bodies. Inch by inch, he pushes into you, until he's down to the hilt, to the bulge of his knot pressing against you

He'll wait forever for you. Wait an eternity for you to adjust. For as much as this ritual is for breeding, it's also a unity between him and his mate, a showing of his bond with you. It's a ritual of trust and patience, care and desire. An oath to each other

When you finally tell him to move, he slowly pulls out and slowly pushes back in, gradually building up to a rhythm. More and more losing his sanity as your heat sucks him in, as your hole squelches around him, as he smells your desire increase tenfold. Finally, he kisses you on the mouth, hard and claiming and sharing the taste of you on his tongue

His stamina and endurance are outrageous. You cum multiple times before he's even close. He may slow down when he feels you clench around him, crying out his name, clawing into his shoulders and back, but the sensation is more likely to drive him wilder, fucking deeper into you with a possessive growl and adoring praise

When he's close, you can tell. He pistons into you like a madman, pressing his weight onto you, completely enveloping you in his presence as his tail whips around. He stops kissing you to mouth your shoulder, leaving wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses there as he chases his peak. When his hips stutter, he finds the prime spot on your neck, where it meets your shoulder, and he bites down. He tries not to be too rough, but when he presses his hips forcefully against yours, working his knot into your tight hole, he can't help biting harder, leaving a mark that will last and drawing blood

When he cums, it's so much. His knot pressing into you, plugging you up as he fills you to the brim and beyond, rocking his hips slightly to milk himself into you. He moans around your skin, this low, guttural sound of satisfaction. Moans even more if you grab his hair or trail your fingers along his neck

Once his cock is spent, twitching in the flooded heat of your hole, he finally releases your skin. He licks over it delicately, breaths shaky as he kisses over the imprints of his teeth, whispering how much he adores you, how you're his, how he would kill anyone else who dares to lay eyes on his mate. If you bite him in return, marking him as yours in return, his hips buck helplessly into you, desperate to fill you but too spent to do so. You both lay there together, holding each other, until he softens enough to pull his knot out of you. He crawls with heavy movements back down your body to lick clean what spills out

I think heats are less structured than a regular mating ritual. Mating rituals are rituals, there's a process, there's steps to follow, there's calm. But heats? Oh boy, he is feral

You both know when they come, since they follow a cycle. And you know to be ready for it when it does. You are pampered to the nines the night before, with fresh fruit and meats and soft touches and kisses

But the night of, you're wrecked

His eyes seem to glow red when it hits. He wastes no time capturing you, pressing you down wherever you are to expose you to him. His nails are sharp and dig into your skin; his grip bruising. Like this, he's more likely than not to take you from behind. Pressing his entire weight against your back and immediately biting down on your neck to hold you in place as he shoves his cock inside of you. It's ruthless, and can be painful. He's only aware enough to stop if you cry out in pain, pulling himself back and tearing himself away until it passes or you seek him out yourself

He fucks you without abandon. Growls if you squirm or wriggle, holding you down even more, biting down harder. These ruts don't last as long as a mating ritual. He goes faster, seeks out his own release above all else in a haze of need, until he finally cums. Fucks his knot into you and still tries thrusting without pulling it out to ensure he's fucked you thoroughly, filled you completely

When he's spent, his whole weight presses down on you. His chest heaves against your back as he lazily licks up the blood from his bite. He waits longer before he pulls out of you, and growls when his cum spills out, like he needs more than anything for it to stay inside of you. His claws grab your ass to keep you stable as he licks away the excess, burrowing his long tongue deep into your hole to taste your arousal mixing with his seed

He's usually still semi-beastly for the rest of the night, but he still recognizes you as his mate, so he makes sure you're comfortable. Cuddles you by laying on top of you and licks all your bruises and scratches, until you both drift off to properly care for each other in the aftermath of the next day

OKAY THIS WENT ON WAY LONGER THAN I NEEDED IT TO I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR AN HOUR AND ITS ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND I HAVE TO SPEND THE ENTIRE DAY CLEANING AND PACKING AHHH

[lsdchris]

chris won’t stop chattin’, so you find a way to shut him up.

chris was rambling again—something about a youtube event, or maybe it was a video idea. you loved him, really, but sometimes he talked too much for you to keep up. his mouth won’t quit. he paced the room, talking with his hands, as you sat up against the headboard, lips twitching in amusement.

“you done yet?” you asked, tone teasing.

he paused, a confused look on his face as he moved to sit on the bed before starting up again. “wait, one more thing–“

you shook your head, but chris didn’t seem to notice, opening his mouth to speak again. you reached for him, fingers hooking the collar of his t-shirt and pulling him down between your thighs. “if you’re gonna keep using that mouth,” you whispered as he looked up at you, seemingly flabbergasted with parted lips, “you better make it useful.”

the brunette nodded obediently as you slid back on the bed, spreading your legs with a confidence that made chris’ dick throb in his sweats. he was kneeling between them, allowing his hands to trail up the smooth skin of your legs. you watched the anticipation flicker across his face — eager, focused, ready to worship.

his mouth brushed over your inner thighs, teasing at first. you only wore panties and his slightly large shirt, giving him easy access when his tongue found you through the thin fabric. he was slow at first, savouring you before your impatience got the best of you, slotting your fingers through his curls to tug him in closer.

“take ‘em off.”

chris did as you said instantly, slipping them off and kissing his way back up. the first stroke of his tongue was slow, like he wanted to see what you had to say about it before going any further. his blue eyes met yours from between your legs, brightening when your thighs tensed at the feeling of his wet muscle running up your slit.

he took that subtle jolt as an invitation to go all in, wrapping his lips around your needy bud, both tender and hungry. “that’s better,” you cooed in one shaky breath, head falling back onto the pillow, “wasted all that time worrying when you coulda jus’ been doin’ this.”

he hummed against you, sending sparks cracking up your spine. every flick of his tongue, every slow swirl, was both an apology and a promise. you rolled your hips, guiding him, using him. your thoughts blurred, and words dissolved into gasps and sighs, thighs tightening around your head as he made your out with your pussy.

chris’ strong hands held you in place like you might try to escape the rhythmic torture of his steady pace. as if you could. he wasn’t rushing — never did, and never will. his dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks each time his eyes flickered from your sopping cunt before to your twisting face above him.

“you like this, don’t you?” you managed between the string of pleasured noises that fell from your lips, “you like being kept quiet.”

he didn’t answer. he couldn’t, but his actions said it all. he kept his mouth busy, tongue pressed flat and slow, teasing you just enough to make your hips lift off the mattress, chasing that edge. your fingers threaded through his hair again, searching for grounding, only to tug a little without realising. the sharpness of it made him groan, the sound muffled and delicious.

chris held you like he couldn’t get close enough, shifting his attention one last time to witness you coming undone. your breath caught, the slow burn coiling tighter in your belly before finally snapping. “don’t stop,” you gasped.

he didn’t plan on it, doubling down instead. his tongue worked in lazy circles now, mouth warm and wet, until you were shaking, thighs clenching around his ears, hips lifting in the air as you tugged at his messy strands for dear life. broken moans and whimpers echoed off his walls as he drew out your climax like he was painting a masterpiece with his mouth.

when the aftershocks hit, soft a slow, leaving your body twitching, you loosened your grip on his hair so he could lift his head. he looked up, lips glossy and his eyes heavy with lust as you panted before him.

he admired you — finally, blissful silence.

author’s note. need chris to emp sb dude. i’ll do anything.

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

The mission to retrieve the red paper was a mess, and James swaggering around and coming back injured didn’t help matters at all.

You clean his wounds with precise, practiced hands, every movement efficient and focused. Ugh, what a pain, you think.

You check his forehead for any sign of injury, your fingers slipping into his messy red hair. Unsurprisingly, his head is intact. What is surprising or rather confusing is the wide grin spreading across his face.

"You sure you didn’t hit your head?" you ask suspiciously.

"Yes," he replies, like a puppy answering to its owner.

"Then what are you smiling about, dumbass?" you mutter, giving him a quick smack on the head.

He dodges just in time, his fangs flashing in amusement. For once, he’s enjoying this, a little too much, actually. You were so worried when he came back injured, and now here you are, tending to him with a mixture of affection and well-placed violence.

"I didn’t know whacking someone was part of the healing process," James muses with a smirk.

You just shoot him a bored look and continue tending to his wounds, not missing a single one, because this idiot won’t tell you where it hurts unless you figure it out yourself.

When you asked him to take off his shirt, he had the audacity to joke that you were skipping too many steps in the ritual and going straight for the prize. The blush that crept up your ears didn’t help, nor did his continued rowdiness. The smack you gave him was both necessary and a quick test to confirm his brain was still functioning.

As you begin wrapping the bandages, James drifts into one of his familiar bouts of silent contemplation, planning, strategizing… God knows what. He does this often when you’re drawing, or when he’s in meetings, or sizing up a worthy opponent. This time, it’s obviously the last. You know he's thinking about how to take down the kings, what to do with Seongji Yuk, and whatever other madness he’s got brewing.

“James?”

“Hmmm?” He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at you.

The golden light of the setting sun streams through the window behind him, casting a literal halo around this devil. You notice the crinkle near his mouth, the glint in his eyes. You can’t tell if it’s actual passion or just a burning desire for destruction. Maybe it’s both.

“Next time, be careful,” you say softly.............too softly for your own liking. You hate how tender you sound. Just once, it’s okay to be soft, you tell yourself. You used to believe, like a fool, that his speed and technique were enough. But today’s events reminded you of what’s really out there, and what dangers lie ahead.

He catches your downward gaze, and the unspoken sighs. Part of him thinks it’s cute; another part is frustrated by what happened. It wasn’t supposed to affect you like this. He needs to improve, to perfect his techniques. One or two hits shouldn't shake you like this. Then again, he doesn’t want to give you more stress either. Everything’s happening too fast. And with the way you keep things bottled up, never telling him what’s really bothering you… maybe, just this once, he should drop the act.

As you finish bandaging him and begin to walk away, he stops you with a gentle hand on your arm.

“It’s okay, you know,” he says with his usual smile, fangs and all, trying to reassure you as he rubs his hand lightly up and down your arm.

You look at him, unimpressed. “Thanks for the confirmation, I guess.”

And just like that, he sees the tension leave your shoulders. Your annoyed glare is all the green light he needs to go back to being himself.

“Next time, treat me gently. What you did wasn’t exactly ethical, you know?”

“Oh please,” you scoff. “Don’t talk about ethics when you were literally sent to erase that shaman’s existence.” You fake a gag at him.

He clutches his chest and acts like he’s dying from the insult, prompting another failed attempt on your part to smack him again.

Puppy love? Teenage feistiness? Who knows what this is. One thing’s for sure, you two aren’t normal teenagers.

As you both head for the door, he finally opens up. He tells you what he’s planning, how he’s going to perfect his techniques, how next time, you won’t have to waste your time bandaging him. There's a new variation to the original plan, and he’s going to hunt down the kings himself.

While he rambles on, you silently slip your hand into his. He immediately squeezes it firmly, tightly,a quiet promise passed between your fingers.

The tides are shifting. The winds are changing. But no matter what comes, injuries or insults, lover or loss, you’ll face it together.

Always💙

[osapuppy]

BrothersBestfriend Eren! x FemReader!

Content: pantie sniffing and stealing, fingering angry sex, recording/photo taken, Mean n pervy, after care -ish, reader calls Eren rennie >o< !!

BBF (brothers best friend) ♡

BBF!EREN who’s: such a big meanie to you! Always teasing you, making fun of how you dress, telling you how bad you are at Mario cart, being all flirty to make you all flustered and shy.

BBF!EREN who: lifts up your skirt to see what kind of pretty pair of panties you decided to wear that day- AND to see that salty expression on your face,

BBF!EREN who: does all these mean stuff to you behind closed doors. Making sure your big brother doesn’t get suspicious. Especially when he grinds up behind you when you’re just trying to get water!

BBF!EREN who: goes to the bathroom just after you left from your shower to fish out the pair of panties you left in the hamper— putting them in his pocket for later.

BBF!EREN who: thinks you’re so so so pretty with your reading glasses on, he adores the way they slide down your nose as you suck his cock. He hates when you refuse to let him cum down your throat- but that only means he gets to cum on your face! And see his cum drip from your glasses to your cheek !!

BBF!EREN who: fingers you under the table at your family’s party, his fingers rubbing your puffy folds and sliding slowly in and out- hushing you to be more quiet already gaining the attention of your brothers growing suspicion

BBF!EREN who’s: addicted to your tight cunt, it’s truly like a drug to him- he can’t get enough of how your pretty pussy wraps around his cock. even if you start to whine and cry about how big he is, he only try’s to shush you and praise you for being so good for him.

BBF!EREN who: pulls you away from the pool party just to grope and kiss you all over, just cause you looked a little tooo pretty in your bikini.

“r-rennie stop! Someone’s could catch us!” “Nobody’s gonna catch us baby, not if you keep whining like that at least” he said as he puts his hand over your mouth and makes his way to untie your bikini straps. . .

BBF!EREN who: got soo mad when he over hears you talking to some random guy at party. The whole night he was just watching as this guys eyes you down and makes cringey small talk.

BBF!EREN who: bully’s his cock into you the whole night, calling you all sorts of cruel names- leaving harsh red marks all over your body, making you count how many times he spanked you. You don’t even remember how many times you even came, or how many times to came inside you!

"How often do you spread your legs for every dickhead who looks your way?" he snarls against your ear, slamming your hips into the wall with each thrust. His words are cruel and mean "How would your big brother feel knowing his little sister's a fucking whore?" He grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. "Such a pretty crier, you look pathetic under me dolly " His thrusts become more brutal.

BBF!EREN who: isn’t don’t with fucking your body til he’s stuffed you to the brim, he doesn’t stop to take a break- not for him or you. He keeps going til your belly if filled with his children.

BBF!EREN who: records you in every single angle and every single position you can possibly fathom. He has galleries beyond galleries of your stuffed pussy and photos of your fucked out face.

BBF!EREN who: walks to the bathroom to grab a damp towel and whispers sweet praises as he cleans you up. He grabs you a fresh pair of panties and brings you a new set of clean clothes. He stays there with you til your both ready to come back to the party

BBF!EREN who: loves you deeply and wants to keep you to himself, Eren doesn’t care about your brother anymore- he only wants you, and he WILL have you whether you like it or not :-)

Eren brainrot hitting hard- I WILL be writing more Eren you guys trust 🙏

[sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game]

Fuck you thunderbolts headcannons. Cause I have so many and I cannot keep them to myself anymore.

Before we get started, it's important to note that the end cut scene means next to nothing to me. The russo brothers wrote that, so I do not care.

John chews tobacco. Did it for a bit as a kid but quit so he'd be healthy in the army. Once he took the serum and Lemar (Who was a huge influence on John quitting) died he started again because he knew it wouldn't necessarily kill him anymore.

Bucky still smokes on occasion. Not as much as he used to back in the 40s because he's been told how bad it is for him now and also because the taste has changed too much for him.

Yelena actually doesn't like vodka that much, she mainly drinks it because it reminds her of her family.

Alexei can cook in theory. The problem comes in the fact that he can only cook prison food.

Similar story with Bob but instead of prison food it's broke/high food. I'm talking spaghetti noodles with ketchup and hotdogs.

Not all of them are medicated but God they probably should be.

As a group they have a call and response codeword to check how bad they're feeling.

Goes something a little like this.

Call: Light levels?

Bad response: Low

Good response: High

At first, it was just for Bob until Bob used it for someone else, and then it spread to an entire team thing.

Someone has genuinely said something to the effect of "Yeah, but he's our asshole" about John before. Probably Bucky.

Every mission has a situation in which one team member has to reign in another one. At least once, the highest count was 15 times in one mission.

One time, the tower had a group watch of a JFK assassination documentary, and Bucky had to jump in and correct dozens of different mistakes.

Bob is super into Dungeons and Dragons but has never gotten to play. Instead he likes watching/listening to actual play shows.

Whenever someone is looking way too tense Alexei takes them to the training room and helps them punch it out. Via sparing or using left over boxing mits. This works a surprising amount of time

Alexei also has very strong opinions on American boxing.

They have collectively broken. So much furniture. Honestly most of the time it's an accident but still.

John only drinks really really strong coffee, everyone else in the tower puts something in it to offset the taste but it's just like straight jet fuel. This only becomes everyone else's problem because John is always the first person awake enough to make coffee in the morning.

Bob in contrast can't even have the most sugary taste covering coffee because somehow it will still taste bitter to him. No matter whats in it.

Ava is a coffee creamer girly but doesn't add extra sugar. Yelena in contrast doesn't like creamer but does add at least two spoons of sugar to every cup she drinks.

Ava loves pumpkin spice, Bucky also does but not as much and in secret. When Ava found out about this they started going to get coffee just the two of them to gossip.

One time they got lost in the wilderness post mission and while waiting for a pickup were arguing about what they were gonna eat. John pulls out like 10 MRE's. No one knew he had these on him and he claims to always be carrying at least one.

Alpine does live in the tower. Bucky just walks around the tower with Alpine hanging out in his jacket. It took a solid few days for the team to realize that the cat existed.

Alexei is allergic and does not care he will snuggle with the cat anyways.

Ava once got stuck on the couch for two hours with Alpine on her lap before just phasing out underneath them cause she felt guilty about trying to stand up.

Yelena did get a second guinea pig to keep the one she rescued company. Their names are Mak and Cheese.

Mak 100% has superpowers. There's a betting pool on what they are but Mak has not revealed them yet.

Fanny does not live in the tower, and is still staying with Kate Bishop. Yelena just worries she won't have enough time for a more active pet. Because Mak, Cheese and Alpine are all pretty self sufficient.

Ava likes to start games of tag and then phase through multiple walls to get away.

They once had a week long game of tag in which towards the end they were actually on a mission. Game only ended because the person who was 'it' last got injured.

Due to the fact that each of their serums are different the super soldiers are usually guessing what the other ones are like. Non super soldiers think they are the same but they do in fact have minor differences that really only matter to themselves, other super soldiers, and people trying to recreate the serum. The serum seems to be defined by the following things: Strength, durability, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes, and healing factor. (I personally would combine speed, agility and stamina but what do I know) ((Personally heightened senses should also be thrown in the mix but those are whats on the wiki))

As for how the three super soldiers of the Thunderbolts obviously they have all of these categories but: Alexei's serum gives him slightly better durability and healing factor, John's is mostly in speed, agility and stamina, and Bucky's falls more into strength and reflexes. It would be very close in all categories if they somehow were competing but those are the categories I think they would slightly better in. As for senses I think Alexei has the least best and John has the best best. All of them have crazy senses but John is the one who faintly hears heartbeats when standing next to people I fear.

When Clint found out Yelena was living in the old avengers tower he called her to tell her about all the old secret places he and Natasha had. As well as any other secrets that he remembered. Some of them were gone but most of them were still around.

The most popular nickname for John other then just straight up calling him an asshole is "Captain Taco John" or just "Taco John" he thinks Yelena started it but it was actually Alexei.

They've been banned from every axe throwing place on the East Coast. New ones that open on that side of the country get called by competitors warning them in advance.

John and Bob learned that no one else on the team had been to a waffle house before and then demanded they go.

When they finally did go post mission they found out that Bob is banned from most waffle houses in Florida and lower Georgia for reasons he cannot remember.

John is literally the worst liar once you get to know him. Like literally the most obvious tells in the world. No one tells him this though so he still thinks he's a decent liar.

Alexei did sign up to be a mall Santa one time. Yelena ended up being one of the elf helpers.

Yelena and Bucky are tied for most languages spoken on the team, with Ava in third and Bob in last.

Bob is learning how to speak Russian though.

Bucky threatens to shave his head whenever the others are up to crazy shit. Says it'd be faster then having to pull his hair out.

Bucky has a large collection of second hand paperbacks from the bookstore.

The most genuine everyone on the entire team has ever been is when they did secret Santa and everyone actually tried. It wasn't even like a requirement they all independently decided to try.

John talks to Lemar's parents but not his own. I refuse to believe that man had a good relationship with his parents look at him. He's a people pleaser and in the few scenes we get of him in Georgia I believe he doesn't even bring them up let alone go see them.

John has a weekly phone call from Lemar's parents. The others find out when they overhear him talking about them. Though he leaves out a lot of big and scary details as not to worry them. Actual quotes from this phone call "Mama they're all awful awful people." < said with a smile his face and heard through his voice proceeded immediately with "Of course I'm keeping em fed Ma'am they're all so bad at cookin'."

You can pry John Walker with a covered up southern accent from my cold dead hands. That man is from Georgia for petes sake. He tries to keep in understated because people in the military took him less seriously with the accent.

All of the group has a habit of talking with one another's accents which gets so brutal when two of them are Russian, one of them is British, two of them are southern, and the last one is a New Yorker.

Out of all of them the only one who has been able to defuse a bomb is Ava. Yelena is an explosives expert but only at setting them up. This comes up as a problem far more then you would think.

John, Ava, and Yelena are banned from having the remote while watching action movies because they will pause the movie and talk about the weapons/tactics being used for thirty minutes before continuing the movie. Only to do it again 5 minutes later.

Yknow that one episode of Phineas and Ferb where doctor doofinsmirtz is trying desperately to get this doll his daughter wanted when she was a child? Alexei did the same thing. To the point he went off grid for two days and came back just before the team was gonna go looking for him. Showed up covered in blood and bruises holding this pristine little doll out to her.

Yelena treasures that doll. It has special shelf in her bedroom. Though she did tell Alexei that if he ever pulled some shit like that again she'd beat his ass.

They all honestly did not want to get super close to each other at first. But when you live and work together for any significant amount of time you're bound to just start knowing shit about those people that you don't expect to know.

Also every single relationship between all of them was super rocky and unstable for a long time and still kind of are. Lots of things are going unspoken that probably shouldn't be but they're working it out together one thing at a time.

All of them know that the other people on the team are smart but sometimes it's easy to forget just how scarily competent your teammates are when they do weird dumb shit all the time at home.

Bucky is most of the teams emergency contact. Bucky's emergency contact is still Sam.

The first time any of them called the Watchtower home was when Yelena was a little delirious from being injured and it caused the entire rest of the team to freeze for a moment before continuing to get her medical help. After that they all kinda started doing it.

Alexei loves learning new things about pop culture and then trying to tell the others about it like they don't know. This would be more annoying if he wasn't right and most of them they actually did not know about it.

All of them have such wildly inconsistent pain tolerances that they find it hard to tell when one of them is actually injured or not.

Ava is still in contact with Bill Foster who upon hearing about the New Avengers travels to New York to figure out what is going on and if she's ok.

Ava also still has the teddy bear that Bill gave her.

They've given each other the most fucked up parody high school superlatives. John got worst post nightmare reaction, Bucky got most targeted weapon in a fight, Alexei got most likely to be a PR nightmare, Ava got least likely to break something important, Yelena got least likely to derail the mission to fight someone, and Bob got most likely to have the most randomly useful knowledge.

All of them are bad drivers, but the only ones actually authorized to drive are Alexei, Bucky, and John. Yelena always drives like she's in a car chase even when she definitely isn't, Ava never learned how to drive and doesn't want to because she's scared of phasing through the vehicle, and Bob also never learned how to drive properly (he can drive in theory, not as much in practice). As for why the other three are shitty drivers, despite owning a driving business I refuse to believe Alexei knows American driving laws, Bucky is still learning how modern vehicles work (other then motercycles he's got those down), and John drives like every vehicle is a military jeep aka borderline indestructible and very clunky.

The entire team actually hates being called the Avengers. Most of them are hoping Sam wins the copyright case, if not sometimes doing shit to try and help the case. Bucky in particular is trying to separate them from the government.

The relationship between the team and Valentina is very much one of mutual destruction. Both sides have social and physical ammo stashed away for the second the other side turns.

On missions they usually are joking around at least a little bit but the second anyone even might be hurt they all turn into the most serious scary motherfuckers. This also applies to people they work with on occasion, like Kate.

Sometimes the group have complete mind meld moments. Like full on don't even need to say a goddamn word because the other person already knows what you're asking them to do and is on it.

One time they ran into Sam while on a secret mission and he happened to be looking rough at the time. The last two things happened and scared the shit out of him if he's being honest.

One time in an interview someone asked if they would slap one of their teammates for a hundred dollars. Bucky responded that he gets to throw John out of windows for free. Johns only response to this was a shrug.

It's generally agreed upon that Ava is the scariest person on the team. She takes this honor and title very seriously.

Bob is the king of dropping the craziest shit you have ever heard mid conversation and then moving on.

Yelena loves rock climbing, borderline could do it competitively. There's a specific rock climbing gym nearby the tower that she becomes a regular at.

Ava has a label maker but she basically never uses it to organize things. Instead using it to write out short jokes/insults and sticks them to people, walls, doors, and one memorable time the ceiling.

Ava is a Paris Paloma listener. Her favorites are Labour and The Fruits.

One time Bucky used his detached arm like a baseball bat to knock an explosive away from them. The entire rest of the team proceeded to turn to look at him like he was crazy.

Honestly they all own far too many weapons. Like entire stores worth of weapons. They're scattered literally everywhere through the main areas of the tower, their bedrooms, and on their persons. It's mainly an issue because you have no idea if when you open something there's gonna be a fucking knife or a gun in there.

It is considered a big deal(tm) if someone hands you one of their weapons. Even if it's like trading or they just don't like/use it anymore.

John is a competent engineer and could fully fix/reverse the tacoificafion of his shield. For the first few months it a matter of pride on why he doesn't just fix it but after the like third injury because he isn't working with it right they have an intervention and he gets a new one.

There have been multiple arguments that span days at a time over tea. When the topic of any kind of tea comes up John 'what do you mean you've never had sweet tea' Walker and Ava 'Do none of you own a fucking kettle' Starr do have to be separated.

As much as they all work together really well. No one is as ride or die for each other as the 4 from the vault. Do not get it twisted they fight like cats and dogs but they are the only ones allowed to do that with each other.

Bucky is still trying to convince basically the entire team that he did not kill Princess Diana.

All of them collectively truly do not know how to be normal people not a single one of them. It is. Very noticeable.

Bob is one of those guys that has too many hobbies. They worry about him getting bored when he's at the tower alone but really he now just has access to so many things to do so many more hobbies then before so he is keeping his hands busy.

A byproduct of this is that Bob actually gives so many gifts to others. A good percentage of their decor is just stuff Bob has made or found.

He's also trying to get the others into having actual hobbies that aren't things like weapons training and jumping off buildings. It's been semi successful for the most part.

Bob actually isn't all that keen on physical touch, both because he doesn't want to send people into the void and because he just really is not used to it. It takes a while for him to even get used to pats on the back.

All of them have at least been arrested in the states before. They have a bail money fund at this point cause they keep accidentally getting involved in things they should not be involved in.

The reason most people just almost automatically default to calling Bucky Bucky is because he genuinely just looks so awkward and a little uncomfortable when you call him literally anything else. Barnes is ok ish but like. If you call him James he kinda just looks at you until you like feel the need to correct yourself. This is because when he initially started to break through the mind control the first name he'd been called other then the winter soldier in 70 ish years was Bucky.

Physical touch is also a big deal for everyone, mainly cause it has so many different meanings. When Ava touches you its either her reassuring herself that she can be solid or it's checking that the person she's touching is not about to fall apart. When Bucky touches you it's either to reassure the person he's touching that he's there to help or it's him trying to keep them from doing something stupid. When Alexei touches you it's him making sure the person has a pulse by feeling it in whatever limb he's touching or he's trying to get them out of a situation he thinks is bad. Yelena also touches people to feel their pulse, but because of her lack of serum she has to do pulse points, or she's trying to help the person calm down and be reassuring to herself and them. John touches people to thank them without actually thanking them or he's trying to get their attention. Bob doesn't typically initiate touch unless it's to help someone out or to keep track of them and how they're doing.

People like to talk about the codependency between Yelena and Bob and don't get it twisted they are the most guilty and the peak of it but also that entire team is codependent as fuck. They barely function without each other, if one person were to die every one else would die in the process of getting revenge and or afterwards. They all have no sense of chill about each other no matter how much they all like to pretend otherwise.

Alexei actually likes to sketch and draw. He designed all of his tattoos and has no idea that this is something he has in common with the original Captain America.

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Fem Baker X G/N Employee Reader

Happy Pride Month Everyone! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Trigger Warnings! Obsessive Behaviour, Manipulative Behaviour, Delusional Behaviour, Stalking. This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour irl!

🍒 Yandere Baker is the sweetest girl in the city! Loving to spread joy through her pastry and sweet treats! And everything she doesn't sell she give to homeless shelter, isn't she a sweetie?

That's what you thought at least! You step into work early in the morning to see Ayesha putting some croissants on the display cabinet. "Morning Boss! I thought I was doing those today?" You say going to the staff room. "I know! But I know you've been a little tired recently so I thought I'd help you!" You smile softly "Thank you Boss! You're too kind."

🍒 Yandere Baker loved when you complement her! Little did you know she's a control freak. She loves control, why do you think she has her own business? Baking is something she did when she was stressed in her teen years. She didn't have control a lot so she baked. A lot.

🍒 Yandere Baker remembers when you came for your job interview. So sweet and shy, she felt the urge to have you. Control you.

🍒 Yandere Baker wanted a whole team originally but after meeting you decided she just wants one person. You. You were so helpful! The Bakery really was put on the map after you joined! The community saw you two as such a cute duo!

Once they had a local reporter come to the bakery and ask "So what's going on between the two of you" they asked with a cheeky wink. You laughed awkwardly and Ayesha said something about professionalism. What you didn't know was that she was completely infatuated by you.

🍒 Yandere Baker would bake you specific things not on the menu if you say you like them. Doesn't matter if it was on a phone call during your lunch period that she was eavesdropping on just so happened to hear!

🍒 Yandere Baker used to get really angry when you'd leave her on your break. Why don't you want to be with her!? That's when she had a brilliant idea! She may of told you a tiny white lie. That she has a boyfriend. That wasn't a totally lie. She did! Till she met you....

🍒 Yandere Baker told you about all her past issues and you comforted her. You took time out of your break to look after her! That means you care!

Everything was going great! Like a fairytale! She told you she ended things with her "boyfriend" and you took her out for drinks! It's like a date!

"Y'know you're like the coolest Boss ever!" You slur over your words just a little but enough for Ayesha to notice. "Oh Hun. You can call me a friend or more maybe..." She mumbles the last part. Letting it fade into the club's music. She hates clubs. The noise, the crowds , it's all so sporadic! But she'll go for you, it's important she can keep a eye on you!

🍒 Yandere Baker watched people try and flirt with you so she "stumbled" into your back holding your waist for support. Obviously, they thought you two were together and backed off. You were a little disappointed, you couldn't see the smile on Ayesha's face when they left you alone.

🍒 Yandere Baker was really good at getting people to leave you alone. You don't know about that obviously but you don't need to know! You're work performance might slip if you get into a relationship so actually this is for her business!

One time you had been cussed out. A customer clearly wasn't happy with something and took it out on you for asking them to be less disruptive. You step back a little caught off guard, you moved hardly a inch before bumping into Ayesha's chest. She was upset. You've never seen her so furious. She didn't kick out just the angry customer but everyone in the little bakery.

🍒 Yandere Baker was pacing around the kitchen.

"Boss? You okay?" You stand in the door way, you didn't want to step too close. "Fine! Everything's fine! Why would you think otherwise!?" She practically yelled at you. There was some silence between the two of you. "Sorry." She mumbles.

🍒 Yandere Baker hadn't lost her temper in years. Losing her temper means losing control and she despises it. She decided to tell you to go home early. She boxed up some sweets treats as an apology for you and practically pushed you out the door.

🍒 Yandere Baker regretted making you leave almost instantly. She can follow you though! And this totally isn't stalking you. It's just walking the same way you do an till she can see you but you can't see her!

🍒 Yandere Baker saw you enter your little apartment. She was about to walk off after writing your address down before she noticed you curtains were open! Awesome! I mean she supposes she should watch to make sure your living comfortably! What if she's not paying them enough?

You seemed at peace... That's okay but you're so lonely! Maybe she should try and talk to you more at the end of the day!

You wake up the next day with flowers at your door...oh! Maybe one of your friends were being sweet? By the time you walked to work your friends had responded saying they never sent you anything. How strange....

🍒 Yandere Baker welcomed you like nothing happened the day before.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh... yesterday?"

"Oh water under the bridge! I'm sorry about my behaviour, I just don't want you getting disrespected...Your my employee after all!"

The day was pretty uneventful and till a police officer came around asking questions. Apparently the rude customer has went missing. You were worried so you went to get your boss "Ayesha...The police are here."