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Golden Pt. 2 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Thank you for all the love on part one. I genuinely love this AU and hope you all do too. <3

Other Parts: Part One, Part Three

Your eyes flickered between the two Weasley boys, refusing to accept that you could have two soulmates - even though they were looking you straight in the face. "This is a joke, right?" you finally ask. "I don't think anyone could pull off a joke like this," Fred spoke, gently placing his palm back to the matching spot on your cheekbone. "Even us," George laughed. "And why would we? No one dreams of half a soulmate." You don't know why, but your heart aches at his words. "I didn't dream of having you as my soulmate, either," you retort, pulling away from both Weasleys. "Is that so, sweetheart?" He takes a step closer, smirking. "Because the rouge of your cheeks says otherwise."

"Back off her, George," Fred commands, pulling the two of you apart. "We have to get out of here now or Umbridge will kill us. Like actually kill us." "Alright, soulmate. You coming with us or not?" George asks. "Like she's going to go anywhere with us now, George," Fred scoffs. "You're a total-" "I'm in," you say, cutting him off.

Fred pulled you out of the broom closet before you could change your mind. He held onto your hand as the three of you ran through the halls, avoiding the blasts of light above you. Suddenly, curses mixed into the light of the fireworks. You risked a quick look back and saw Umbridge and the rest of her cult following you. "Shit!" you yelled, ducking from a bright red ray of light.

"Accio!" both twins yelled, and after a moment a broom hit each of their hands. They mounted the brooms, Fred pulling you right behind him. You clutch him closely while shooting a string of spells behind you at Umbridge. With a final toss of fireworks, you're gone - Hogwarts far behind.

It was no time before you landed down in Diagon Alley. "What are we doing here?" you ask. The town was a graveyard - each shop having been closed for what seemed to be months.

"Alohamora," George whispered, cracking open a door to a building near the end of the lot. "You are looking at the start of our joke shop - name still pending." "And our home for the next month. If we told our mum we were leaving Hogwarts she would drag us straight back. So we have to wait her out here," Fred adds.

After spelling on the lights, George leads you in. The place was nowhere near finished, but you could see the bones of the operation. Half-finished products were strewn over the ground, haphazard notes that only they could read near each one. "This is really cool," you smile.

"I would advise you not to touch anything. There's a method to our madness and I really don't want you to accidentally blow yourself up," George says. You nod. "No touching. Got it." "Come on, bedroom's this way," Fred leads. You wish you could stop the heat from rising to your face, but George sees it immediately, smirking to himself. You ignore him, following Fred closely up the stairs.

"We didn't really prepare for guests," he admits, rubbing the nape of his neck. You enter the bedroom to find two beds on either side of the wall, an simple dresser by each one. And that was it. Not even a couch. The room was just sad. You laughed, "I can tell. If you can spare a pillow I'll sleep in the corner. It'll be cozy." "You are not sleeping on the floor," both twins immediately protested. "No way we're letting any guest sleep on the ground, let alone our soulmate," George scoffs.

"You'll have my bed tonight. We'll figure something else out by tomorrow," Fred adds.

You protested, of course, but the two fought back harder. You finally just gave in, heading towards the bed. You finally take off your cloak, aching to get out of your whole uniform, but knowing you would have to wait until tomorrow to get anything remotely comfortable to wear.

Fred immediately picks up on your discomfort. "You can wear these tonight," he says, pulling a sweater out of his dresser, then a pair of joggers. You retreat to the bathroom to pull on the clothes, and as you do you notice the golden F stitched into the sweater. You smile as the rub the end of the sleeve between your fingers.

The twins had changed out of their robes by the time you returned. George had already gone to bed, and Fred was waiting for you on his. You sat down beside him, finally taking a moment to rest after the insanity of the day. "Thank you for this," you said, nodding down to your sweater. "And for bringing me with you, and letting me sleep on your bed, and for not meeting me in the way I always feared you would."

Fred brings his hand to your face, holding you from your jaw to your ear, just as he had when you fell. "I don't think my hands could ever hurt you." He spoke the words quietly, but they filled your entire head. When you looked at him, you felt dizzy. It was all too much - his kindness, his brother's apprehension, the fact that they were both your soulmates. Was that even possible? In all your years you'd never heard of a person having two soulmates, let alone at the same time. But there they were. There he was, staring down at you with the kindest eyes you'd ever seen on a man.

"Can I kiss you?" Fred asked. His cheeks rouged as he asked, and yours followed. You couldn't speak, so you just nodded. And then the hand that had settled onto your skin, like it belonged there, pulled you into him. His lips were soft against yours, moving as slowly as a person possibly could. Still, his touch was electric and the shockwaves surged through you.

Your heart lurched in it's chest when he pulled away from you. "Goodnight," he smiled, pushing himself off of his bed. You quickly grabbed his hand, halting him. "Stay." Fortunately, he didn't require much convincing. He let you become comfortable before sliding into bed behind you, wrapping one hand around your waist.

"Merlin," George huffed, causing both of you to jump. "The two of you cannot fit comfortably on that bed. With a quick flick of his hand, his bed pushed against his brothers, the sheets melding together. You yelped as strong hands pulled you up from the outside of the bed and plopped you back down right in the middle. "I will not be cuddled by Fred in my sleep again. I trust you to keep your distance."

"With all due respect, Georgie. You are the last person I would want to cuddle in this room," Fred shot back, wrapping a protective arm around you. "I would sure hope so," he rolled his eyes, finally lowering himself into bed beside you. He didn't bother to face the other direction, instead studying your face. Against your will, you blushed once more - which only caused him to smirk. "Sweet dreams, princess," he teased.

"Sweet dreams, Georgie," you smiled back, finally causing his cheeks to burn.

***

Author's Note: I'm thinking about making this a series. Let me know what you all think. And if I do make it a series - would y'all want smut or no?

[mariasont]

Our Minds Entwined------------------------

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5

Aaron Hotchner x Original Character x Spencer Reid

in which jason gideon's daughter joins the fbi as the newest youngest member

The clock struck midnight, its chimes echoing softly though the BAU's office, a space usually buzzing with the day's urgency now settled into a rare stillness, broken by the occasional shuffle of feet or the muted ring of a phone quickly silenced.

Evelyn, her silhouette illuminated by the soft luminescence of the computer screen, was a portrait of focus. Her eyes, reflecting the screen's pale blue light, moved rapidly as she scanned the data before her. Stray locks of hair framed her face, a few rebellious strands occasionally obscuring her view, only to be tucked behind an ear with an absent-minded brush of her hand.

Her desk was a landscape of organized chaos, with documents cascading over one another and colorful pens scattered across the wood. Her fingers, poised gracefully above the keyboard, were a study of precision, each keystroke a deliberate and thoughtful action.

The office around her was still, save for the soft hum of machinery and the distant sound of a siren that wailed briefly before fading into the night. The air was heavy with the scent of coffee, long gone cold, and the faintest hint of ink and toner.

Across the room, Reid's silhouette was framed by the window, his tall figure bent over a table littered with files. The faint light from the streetlamps outside filtered through, illuminating his furrowed brow as he pieced together profiles with the meticulous care of an artist.

Their interactions were sparse, limited to the necessary exchange of information, yet there was a comfort in the shared silence, a mutual understanding that words were superfluous when the work demanded their all.

Evelyn rose from her desk, stretching slightly to ease the stiffness in her back. She gathered a stack of papers, the edges crisp and cool against her fingers, and made her way to the copy machine nestled in the corner of the office.

Reid, his attention usually locked within the realm of profiles and patterns, found his gaze inadvertently drawn to Evelyn as she bent over to load the papers into the feeder, her hips jutted out, her ass perfectly outlined by her skirt. Her body was a rare lapse in his concentration, one that left him momentarily disarmed.

"Uh, need a hand with that?" Reid's voice broke the silence, a touch of hesitance threading through his usual calm as he diverted his gaze from her ass.

Evelyn looked up, a hint of surprise flickering across her face. "Actually, yes. It's being stubborn," she replied, her tone laced with mild frustration as the machine gave a disgruntled beep and ceased operation.

Reid crossed the room, his steps measured, the soft carpet muffling his approach. He stood beside her, their shoulders almost touching, as he examined the rebellious machine. "Sometimes it just needs a little...," he began, reaching out to navigate the copier's cryptic buttons.

Before he could finish, the office plunged into darkness, a power outage seizing the building in its sudden grip. The hum of the machinery died, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

"Spencer?" Evelyn's voice cut through the darkness, tinged with confusion and an instinctive reach for familiarity. Her hands, almost on their own accord, reached out into the void, fingers splayed in search of the tangible reassurance of her surroundings.

In the sudden stillness, Evelyn's breath hitched as she felt the unexpected warmth of Spencer's hands on her hips. His touch was gentle yet firm, a steadying presence that grounded her in the enveloping darkness. The soft fabric of her skirt offered little barrier to the heat of his palms, and she could feel the contours of his fingers pressing against her.

Spencer's front was close, so close that she could sense the line of his body against her back without either of them moving. It was an intimate proximity that had never shared, his chest almost brushing against her as they both paused in the unexpected closeness.

Evelyn's heart raced, not from fear of the dark, but from the sudden heat she felt. His presence was like a solid pillar, and for a moment, she leaned back ever so slightly, drawn by the comfort of his nearness. The air around them seemed to thrum with a new energy.

As quickly as the moment came, it passed, and they stepped away from each other, the space crackling between them with an unspoken tension.

"Sorry," Spencer's voice was a hushed murmur in the darkness, a soft admission that seemed louder in the silence.

Evelyn's response came quickly. "It's okay," she said. In the pitch-black office, Evelyn was acutely aware of the warmth spreading across her cheeks. "It's just... dark."

Her body shouldn't be reacting this way, she chided herself silently. He was a colleague, maybe a friend, and yet the fluttering in her stomach contradicted her rational thoughts. The darkness concealed her flushed face, but it couldn't hide the quickening of her pulse or the confusion that clouded her mind.

Evelyn's voice broke through the silence again, this time with a note of practically. "The doors... they're badge-operated," she stated, more to herself than to Spencer. The fact was a simple one, but it served as a necessary anchor, pulling her thoughts away from the lingering warmth of his touch.

Reid's mind, ever analytic, race through their options. "The backup generator should kick in, but it might be a few minutes," he said, trying to sound reassuring.

They moved together, almost instinctively, toward the door. Evelyn's fingers fumbled along the wall, seeking the familiar contour of the switch, though she knew it was futile. Reid, meanwhile, pulled out his phone, the dim glow casting shadows as he tried to illuminate their path.

The badge reader beside the door was unresponsive, it's usual green light extinguished. They exchanged a look, an unspoken agreement passing through them for a moment. They were indeed stuck, at least for the moment.

The stillness of the office felt different now, charged with the intimacy of shared confinement. They retreated from the doors, finding their way back to the center of room. "Guess we wait,"

"Or we could call Hotch. That man never sleeps." With a resigned sigh, he pulled out his phone and dialed. The call rang persistently, but there was no answer.

Spencer ended the call, a hint of frustration in his eyes. "No answer," he said, turning to Evelyn. "Maybe you should try."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "What, and shatter the myth that Aaron Hotchner actually needs sleep like the rest of us mortals? Fine, I'll give it a shot."

She dialed the number, half-expecting it to go to voicemail. To her surprise, Hotch picked up almost immediately. "Hotch? It's Evelyn. Evelyn Gideon. I... uh, didn't actually think you'd answer."

"Yes, Evelyn I know it's you. Is everything alright?" Hotch's voice was calm, a stark contrast to the fluttering in Evelyn's stomach.

"We're locked in the building. The power is off and the badge reader's down and... well, we're stuck here," she confessed, her words more measured than she felt.

"I'll be there in ten," Hotch replied without missing a beat, and the line went dead.

Evelyn turned to Spencer, her earlier confidence replaced with a sheepish grin. "Okay, now we wait."

Spencer leaned against his desk, his eyes reflecting a hint of amusement. "You know, it's probably just the novelty of not hearing my extensive use of statistics in casual conversation. Hotch might've thought it was a prank call."

Evelyn's laughter filled the room, a sound that seemed foreign in the usually somber office. "Speaking of, what's the statistic of getting locked in the office with a power outage?"

Spencer glanced at her, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "Well, actually, it's quite rare. The probability is less than 0.005% on any given day."

Her laughter grew louder, and she shook her head in disbelief. "Spencer, I wasn't being serious."

He smiled, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "No, I know that," he said, though his tone suggested otherwise. "But you have to admit, it's an interesting statistic."

Evelyn hopped up onto the desk, crossing her legs as she faced Spencer. The conversation flowed easily between them, filled with light banter that had become their unique way of coping with the stress of the job.

"So, Dr. Reid," Evelyn began, a teasing tone in her voice, "if you're so good with statistics, what are the odds of us getting out of here before we turn into BAU office decorations?"

Spencer chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "Well, considering Hotch's driving skills and disregard for traffic laws when it comes to his team, I'd say the odds are in our favor."

As they laughed, Spencer's hand accidentally brushed against Evelyn's leg. The contact was brief, but it was enough for him to notice the smoothness of her skin. He quickly retracted his hand, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

Before either could comment, the lights flickered back to life, bathing the room in a harsh fluorescent glow. The badge reader beside the door beeped, its green light signaling the return of power.

The door swung open, and Hotch stepped in, his expression of concern and mild irritation. "I see the power's back," he said, surveying the scene before him. "You two alright?"

Evelyn slid off the desk, smoothing out her skirt. "We're fine, Hotch. Just enjoying some... statistical analysis with Reid."

Hotch raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Evelyn for a moment. He nodded once, before turning to leave the room.

Spencer, curiosity piqued, hurried after Hotch. "Hey, Hotch," he called out, catching up. "Why didn't you answer my call?"

Evelyn, left alone by the desk, couldn't help but giggle. She quickly gathered her belongings, the recent events still playing in her mind like a curious melody. She slung her purse over her shoulder and made her way to the exit, her steps echoing softly in the now-quiet office.

As she rounded a corner, she collided with a figure emerging from the shadows. "Oh shoot, sorry," he exclaimed, taking a step back.

The man she bumped into was tall, with a friendly smile that reached his eyes. "No harm done," she said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "You're Evelyn, right? From the BAU? I'm Daniel, from the Counterterrorism Division."

Evelyn nodded, a little taken aback by the recognition. "Nice to meet you, Daniel. I didn't expect to run into anyone else here so late."

Daniel's grin widened. "Yeah, the hours can be unpredictable. But it's all in a day's work, right?"

Evelyn returned the smile. "Absolutely, makes the job all the more interesting." She glanced at her watch, groaning in her head at how late it was. "Well, I should head out. Early start tomorrow and all that."

"Of course," Daniel replied. "It was nice running into you, Evelyn. Maybe I'll see you around."

With a final nod, Evelyn turned and walked away. She stepped out into the cool air, the parking lot bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. She noticed two familiar cars: Spencer's old sedan and Hotch's study SUV. As she made her way to her car, Spencer's vehicle started up, and he drove past her, offering a small nod.

She then spotted Hotch, sitting in his SUV, his silhouette unmistakable. "Hotch?" she called out, approaching the vehicle with a curious tilt of her head.

The window rolled down, and Hotch looked at her, his face a mask of casual vigilance. "Just making sure you get to your car safely," he said, his voice carrying a subtle warmth reserved for his team.

Evelyn laughed softly, the sound carrying in the stillness. "Aw Hotch, playing the knight in shining armor?"

He cracked a rare, half-smile. "Well, considering you've attracted more trouble in your first week than most agents do in a year, I thought it prudent to stick around."

She shook her head, still smiling. "I'll take that as a compliment, coming from you."

Hotch nodded, his gaze lingering for a moment longer. "Just try to avoid any more late-night lock-ins, okay?"

She laughed, the sound crisp in the night air. "I'll do my best. Goodnight, Hotch."

"Goodnight, Evelyn. Drive safe."

With a final nod, Evelyn turned and walked to her car.

Evelyn arrived at her home, a pristine two-story house that exuded classic charm. The white paint glowed under the moonlight, and the dark roofing added a touch of elegance. Each dormer window was adorned with pastel flowers.

Inside, she moved gracefully, her high heels clicking on the hardwood as she placed her bag down. The day's tensions melting away as she slipped into her silky pajama, the fabric gliding over her skin like a gentle caress. As she settled into bed, the softness of the sheets a welcome contrast to the day's harshness, her phone rang. It was Spencer, his voice a soothing presence in the quiet of the night.

"Hey, Evelyn, just wanted to make sure you got home safely," he said.

Evelyn settled deeper into her pillows, a smile playing on her lips. "I did, thanks. But you know, you don't have to worry. Statistically speaking, the likelihood of encountering danger on a short drive within one's own neighborhood is quite low."

There was a pause, and then Spencer's voice returned, laced with his characteristic blend of humor and fact. "Well, actually, while the probability is low, it's never zero. For example, did you know that--"

Evelyn cut him off with a light-hearted laugh. "Spencer, I know whatever you're going to say is not going to be exactly a comforting bedtime statistic."

"I suppose not." He laughed, the sound warm in her ear.

"Thanks for the check-in, Dr. Reid. I'll see you tomorrow," Evelyn said, her voice tinged with amusement.

"See you tomorrow, Evelyn. And remember, statistically, your bed is the safest place you can be right now." Spencer added before saying goodnight.

Evelyn ended the call with a soft laugh, feeling a sense of warmth flood her body as she caught herself smiling into her pillow. The night was quiet, and for once, the statistics were in her favor.

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Challengers, 2024

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[samlizdavis]

I just got Patron today…

Holy shit I get the Milo craze now

I’m still a David Girl but damn

[tatooinequeeen]

Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

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Triggers: uh yeah we got some double penetration and breath play, light degradation

Chapter Four: RUNRUNRUN

Your week with König went by way too fast for either of your likings. From barely any contact to finding every single sweet spot on the other had been the most decadent experience and you never wanted it to end. Not for the first time since bringing it up with Ghost and then sharing this intimacy with König, you caught yourself daydreaming about what life with these two men would be like. They both had their issues, but who didn’t when they were affiliated with the military? It worked with Ghost and somewhere in the hopeful part of your brain you thought you could make it work with König too. Them together though? That was the next big hurdle.

You were laying on König’s chest, his hand stroking through the strands of your hair when the front door opened. “So I am taking it everything went off without a hitch?” You jumped up from your spot on the couch and leapt into Ghost’s arms. Peppering his mask with kisses you poured out your love. “I missed you so much, Simon.” He held onto you and tipped his head, or tried to in between your kiss barrage, to König who was standing somewhere behind you. It would seem that your big Austrian lost his voice again because when Ghost asked him how the week went he just lifted a shoulder and nodded. You untangled yourself from Ghost’s embrace and walked over to stare up at your other man. “König, are you okay?” You grabbed one of his hands, dwarfing your own. “Yes, Mein Schätzelein.” But he wasn’t staring back at you, he was locked onto Ghost’s gaze. You tilted your head to the side confused and considered what was going on between them.

Ghost walked over and put his hands on your waist. “Now that I’m home love, I think we should play a little game. Just the three of us.” You leaned back into him, still holding König’s hand and the connection with the two sent sparks flying across your skin. Caught between them you asked with a smirk, “What kind of game?” König leaned forward and bent so he was eye level with you. His gorgeous eyes smoldered in such a delicious way that it was nearly impossible not to lean in and pull up his mask to kiss him.

“Simon and I are going to hunt you through the woods.” You sucked in a breath, wetness pooling between your legs instantly. Ghost spoke softly into your ear, “And when we catch you, we are both going to fuck you until we break you.”

You could feel the adrenaline coating your tongue. You wanted that more than anything in the entire world. “Okay, when do we start?” Your men laughed in sync and your heart fluttered happily. König pulled your hand and Ghost’s grip on your waist sent you in the direction of the back door. Your house backed up against a dense wood and when you three stepped outside you realized it was drizzling. It was dusk, the light fleeing with the day and the thought of running through the trees with these trained operatives hunting you made you want to scream in excitement.

“Run, love.” Ghost whispered from behind you. “Yes, run liebling.”

…

Your breaths whooshed out of you, entirely too loud in the forest and fully threatening to give your hiding spot away. By your approximation you had avoided capture from your men for about fifteen minutes and while it was exhilarating, your body was vibrating with sexual tension. You wanted to be caught. They were trained for this and you were very unprepared. You pulled your tank top away from your sweat and rain soaked skin and listened for any indication they had found you.

You were staring into a thicket of smaller trees planning your next move when a muscled arm banded around your waist. You shrieked, part in excitement and part in surprise. “Shhh little girl, you’ve been caught.” The deep German accent made you want to relax into König’s arms but before you could he threw you over his shoulder. “König! What are you doing!” You wriggled around, trying in vain to get down before he slapped your ass sharply. A moan slipped from your lips without warning.

König walked for a while, his big hand resting on your ass just begging for another reason to spank you when you arrived at a clearing in the trees. Stepping through and setting you down, König revealed Ghost standing next to a large flat stone. It looked archaic and you wondered how you had never known it was here before. As if it was waiting to reveal itself until the right time. Ghost walked forward and ran his hands up your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When he reached the neckline of your tank top, he ripped it right in two. You gasped, your body exposed suddenly. König reached around your hips to drag your leggings off, leaving you in your bra and thong. They didn’t say a word, leading you to the stone. Ghost lifted you onto it and gestured for you to lie down. He positioned your arms above your head and your fingers gripped the edge of the stone.

It was König’s turn to caress your skin, trailing his hands down your waist and thighs in a hypnotic rhythm. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation when you heard the snick of a knife being unsheathed. You looked down and both men were giving you their eyes, standing on either side of the stone at your thighs. König ran the tip of the knife up your stomach, your eyes fluttered closed. He sliced through your bra expertly and when you opened your eyes once more you saw him hand the knife to Ghost who quickly shredded your thong into tatters at your waist. A thought flitted through your mind that this might be the single most erotic thing you had ever been part of.

“Here is what’s going to happen, love.” You locked gazes with Ghost, listening to his every word. “You’re going to close your eyes for us. König is going to feast on your pretty little pussy and I am going to fuck your mouth.” You bit your lip and nodded. He winked at you and that was the last thing you saw as you obeyed and closed your eyes.

The loss of sight was freeing, allowing you to feel every caress, every kiss against your skin. Just as König’s warm breath coasted over your drenched pussy, you felt Ghost’s hand grip your jaw, demanding you open your mouth. Like the good girl you are, you obeyed once more. He traced your lips with the head of his impressive cock, smearing precum around like lipstick. His grip relaxed as he slipped inside your mouth, simultaneous with König’s wide tongue licking through your folds. You let out a strangled moan around Ghost’s cock, barely able to breathe as you sucked and licked him. He rocked his hips into you, allowing you to take him deep into your throat, the angle your head laid on the stone making it difficult but you were determined. König circled your clit with his tongue, slipping a thick finger into you and curling it to hit your g-spot. You nearly choked on Ghost but ultimately surrendered to the ecstasy of their twin assaults on you.

As König ate your pussy and Ghost fucked your face, your mind spiraled out in pleasure and sensation, wanting, no needing more. Needing everything. König was busy biting your clit and slipping a third finger into you when you felt Ghost’s rhythm start to stutter. He pulled out and shoved a hand through your hair. “You are such a good fucking girl, aren’t you.” You whimpered, König’s fingers stretching you and Ghost’s grip in your hair turning sharp pain into a delicious buzz. You were so close, climbing the peak to your orgasm, but König knew your body by now and he wasn’t letting you have it. “Just one more finger, Shatz.” You cried out at the intrusion of a fourth finger, stretching you in an impossible way. You needed to come. You needed more. He sucked on your clit and pumped his fingers as Ghost’s hand left your hair to come to rest on your neck, slowly applying pressure.

Your orgasm exploded out of you and your scream could probably be heard a mile away but fireworks were detonating in your brain sending shockwaves through your body and you rode König’s fingers with abandon. Ghost let up on your throat and you sucked in a breath, a second orgasm triggering without warning. König let out a string of German curses and your body writhed against the rain soaked stone in a dance of gratification.

You came down as a feather floating back to Earth. Your breathing evened out and yet your body still felt like a live wire. Ghost’s lips met your own in a familiar way. “Open your eyes.” You blinked into the darkness, the forest providing a twilight only bright enough to see right in front of you. The rain was starting to pick up and you swore you heard thunder in the distance. You looked up into Simon’s eyes and felt such a rush of love and desire it nearly leveled you. He pulled you up into his lap, König removing his hands from you. Ghost was completely naked, and you wished you had better light to worship the sight of him. He laid down, pulling you into position with his still hard cock sliding through your swollen pussy lips. You moaned and rocked against him, desperate for everything he could give you. He chuckled darkly, “No baby, you’re going to take both of us. Not just me.” Your eyes widened at the prospect. Each man was impossibly large on their own but both of them at once? You probably wouldn’t survive, but God you wanted to try.

You felt König’s hands coast down your spine to your hips that were still rhythmically grinding against Ghost’s cock. Ghost notched himself at your entrance and he lowered you down, impaling you. You yearned for the feel of him inside you, the way he fit you so perfectly but you were restless knowing you could have more. Ghost pulled you closer, “Now, König.” Your brain zipped with awareness as König slid his pierced cock through your juices. You heard him spit and knew you would need every bit of the lubrication. It wasn’t until he lined himself up against Ghost and entered you that you realized just how full you were going to be. König’s four fingers were nothing compared to the stretch and pain of taking both of them in your pussy at once. You cried out and Ghost kissed you to swallow the sound, reaching between you to circle your clit with his thumb. König had one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder as he slid inch by inch inside you. Ghost groaned out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You heard König’s shaky breaths behind you, grunts of exertion and a small moan. After an eternity of Ghost rubbing your clit you finally relaxed enough to take König completely.

“Fuck, God, liebling.” You could hardly breathe with the pressure of them both inside you. “Please.” You begged. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t know who you were begging but they had to move. Ghost bucked his hips, his cock sliding against König’s inside of you and together they found a pace that worked, using you as a fuck doll, you were just along for the incredible ride. “Oh my God!” You cried out as König’s piercing hit that special spot inside of you while Ghost was rubbing against your g-spot. You were so full and so overstimulated you had no idea what the feeling welling up inside you was. Ghost’s thumb on your clit and their cocks sliding against each other, their tangled moans and grunts was enough to send you flying over the edge. When your orgasm crashed like a wave over you and you gripped them tight enough for them to shout you realized for the first time in your life you may have squirted. They kept up their pace, holding onto you, onto each other as they fucked you within an inch of your life.

König’s voice broke behind you, “Tell us who you belong to.” You could barely form a thought but this was something you knew for certain. When they pounded into you in unison you screamed, “Yours! Both of yours!” You felt like crying, this was so much. Ghost said darkly below you, “That’s right love, because you’re our little whore who likes being shared between the two of us.” You nodded, loving the hint of degradation but the possession most of all.

They upped their pace and you felt another orgasm ready to be wrung from you. You couldn’t stop it if you wanted to. Ghost came first, biting down on your shoulder. You came directly after, squeezing König’s cock so hard he cried out and came without warning.

They rocked into you, slowly pulling out and you felt more empty than you ever had in your life with their absence. König’s voice was hoarse and sex drunk, “Look how pretty you are Mein Liebe, our come dripping out of you.”

Ghost rolled you off him and onto your back, both men coming to their knees on either side of you on the stone. They each stroked a hand through your hair and down your body and your eyes closed without your permission at the tender aftercare. Thunder announced itself suddenly, the rain pouring harder. Just as lightning crashed above you, you looked up at your men and saw them both maskless. They were gazing down at you adoringly and you felt so complete you could die.

“König, it’s you.” A tear slipped from the corner of your eye as you saw his true smile for the very first time. “It’s me.” He bent down and kissed you, gripping the sides of your face. You felt Ghost’s hand slip into yours and squeeze, respecting how significant this moment was.

Note from Tatooinequeen: hehehehehe that’s all

@mariaflor873

[fanaticsnail]

Cabaret At Baratie: Storyboard

(okay, but the way this concept has me in an absolute CHOKEHOLD though)

I hope when I roll the dice today, I land on this little beauty 😍

I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!! Brainstorm with me! I'll bring the wine 🍷😏

[art-of-mocco]

Manson and Lucas from The Dare / Losers by Harley Laroux

[nerdraging4point0]

Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Seven // Polyverse AU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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"Oh god," I moaned, arching into him as we moved together. My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring me as pleasure crested through my body. This morning had been a surprise, he’d left with long shaggy bleached hair and came back with the most rich purple I had ever seen. He’d said it was for the music video they were shooting today but I didn’t let him say more, I'd clawed my way up his body like a tree before he carried me off to the bedroom. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down in a sensual rhythm. Our bodies fit together perfectly, two pieces of a passionate puzzle. The chill of winter faded away, replaced by the heat of desire. 

"You feel so good," Chris murmured, his voice low and rough. "Ride me, baby. Just like that." I obeyed eagerly, my eyes locked on his, our shared ecstasy drowning out the world beyond these walls. Here, nothing existed but his touch, his kiss.

My body trembled with pleasure each time his velvety voice rumbled in my ear. His every word made me clench around him, my inner walls gripping him tight. I rode him hard and fast, then slow and deep, learning how to play his body like an instrument. I was tiring, movements growing languid, but his gritty voice spurred me on. "Aw, done already baby? Or maybe I should see if you've got more in there?" I nodded weakly, determined to keep going, to give him everything I had. I would make him feel as good as he made me feel. I increased my pace again, clenching around him, moaning his name. 

The heat of his body against mine made my skin tingle with anticipation. His strong arms flipped me effortlessly onto my back, my hair fanning out across the pillows. I gasped as his soft lips found mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I couldn't hold back.

"Can you take it, baby?" His voice was a husky whisper next to my ear. I nodded, beyond words.

"Tell me," he commanded, pinching my chin firmly between his fingers, his dark eyes boring intensely into mine.

"I can take it," I managed to pant, consumed with desire, my body aching for his touch. Every nerve was alive, ready to ignite. I wanted nothing more than to give myself over completely to the passion that was burning between us.

His lips brush my nose in a tender kiss before he slides between my legs, filling me completely. My back arches as his thickness stretches me, hands grasping desperately above my head. We've done this countless times, yet his touch still elicits the same euphoria. I relish each one, every deep thrust, the way he knows my body so intimately.

He hooks my leg over his shoulder, bending me in half, pounding with wild abandon. My body trembles uncontrollably, breathless moans escaping my lips. I can barely withstand the onslaught of pleasure.

"You like that baby?" he groans, plunging deeper still.

"Yes... Chris... I fucking love it," I cry out, back arching higher, losing myself in ecstasy.

"Fuck...I fucking love this baby. God, I love you." His words tumble out before he can stop them. Does he think I don't hear him over our screams and moans?

As he thrusts into me, hard and deep, I cry out his name as waves crash through my body. I feel him let go, spilling into me as I tighten around him. Our bodies becoming a sweaty, tangled mess.

The morning had started off so innocently, the two of us enjoying a leisurely shower together as steam filled the bathroom. What began as tender caresses under the warm spray quickly escalated into passionate kisses and roaming hands, our bodies intertwining once again as desire took over. By the time we finally tore ourselves away from each other, we were running dangerously late for the music video shoot downtown. Rushing to get dressed, we flew around the apartment in a frenzy as we scrambled to gather everything we needed. My boyfriend sped through early morning traffic, expertly weaving between cars as I anxiously checked the clock. We pulled up to an imposing warehouse just in the nick of time, the nondescript exterior belying the hive of activity within. As we entered, I was immediately overwhelmed by the chaotic scene - crew members barking orders, adjusting lighting rigs, and wheeling around heavy equipment. My boyfriend gave my hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before disappearing into the makeup trailer, leaving me standing alone, feeling out of place. Polite but rushed production assistants nodded in acknowledgment as they hurried past, absorbed in their own urgent tasks. I lingered awkwardly, waiting for some direction on where to go, a bit intimidated by the no-nonsense efficiency surrounding me. The organized chaos was a far cry from our tender intimacy just a short while earlier that morning. But now it was time to focus - the cameras were ready to roll.

In the center of the room was a large white set with a few elevated podiums arranged evenly apart, one in the dead center with a drum set resting perfectly on top of it. Vinny sat on his stool, absentmindedly twirled the drumsticks between his colored fingers as he chatted with his bandmates. His eyes were rimmed with dark eyeliner that made their pale blue green irises stand out. Ryan cradled his black guitar, his most prized possession, against his black worn leather jacket. Justin stood with his typical laidback stance, bass guitar dangling comfortably from his shoulder. His lime green hair was pulled standing up in a short mohawk, leather outfit  hugging his body like some halloween themed biker. The three friends were locked in animated conversation, no doubt discussing set lists and stage antics for their upcoming show. Their faces were caked in white makeup that gave them an almost skeletal appearance beneath the harsh lights. Only Ryan's eyes were visible above the black mask that covered his nose and mouth. 

“It’s gonna be sick, isn’t it?” Rick's soft tone startled me as he snuck up beside me, his warm smile apparent even behind the ghostly white face paint. Nearly jumping out of my skin, I turned to see the guitarist regarding me with an amused grin, no doubt enjoying my startled reaction. He was dressed from head to toe in black - spike-studded vest layered over a sleeveless shirt that showed off the intricate tattoos winding down his arms. His hair was freshly shorn into a sharp a-line cut, the inky black strands framing his painted face dramatically. Sweeping wings of blue eyeshadow cascaded from his lower lids, contrasting strikingly with his gray eyes in a way that made it look as if the color was melting down his cheeks.

"What's wrong, did I scare you?" he teased, his smile growing wider. I couldn't help but giggle at his playful tone.

"No," I replied, "it's just...this look is so metal!" I gestured at his outfit - the spikes, the tats, the dramatic makeup. It was like he'd stepped right out of a heavy metal music video, the epitome of the bold, edgy style. He certainly knew how to pull off the rebellious rocker aesthetic. With his all-black clothes, inked skin, and smudged eyeshadow, he looked dangerous yet alluring, equal parts brooding artist and larger-than-life superstar. It was a striking visual statement that complemented his musical talents perfectly. No wonder he had startled me - with his intense metal makeover, he was practically a work of art himself.

"Have you met the guys yet?" he gestured to the rest of the band in the center of the shoot. I shook my head covering my torso with my arms, pressing my cream sweater closer to my body. "Come on, they don't bite," Rick said nodding to the band, I followed slowly behind him. As we approached the set, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Despite Rick's reassurances, I was incredibly nervous to meet the rest of the band. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. My cream cable-knit sweater suddenly felt far too thin and I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I had worn something more substantial. Rick gave me an encouraging smile as we entered the set, the paper booties rustling loudly with each step. 

"Hey guys, meet, Eve," the boy's conversation was cut short as the six pairs of eyes landed on me. "She's here with Chris." I stood there awkwardly, feeling self-conscious under the intense gaze of these strangers.

Justin stepped forward, breaking the tense silence. "Nice to meet you," he said, crossing between two of the other boys and extending his hand to shake mine. I unwrapped one arm from around myself in a self-hugging stance, trying to seem more at ease than I felt. As we shook hands, Justin smiled warmly, helping put me a bit more at ease.

The moment was broken by Ryan, blurting out, "Bro, what's with the shirt?" He gestured to Rick, critiquing his short sleeve shirt. 

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean," Rick replied in a flat, emotionless tone that thinly veiled his smug attitude. Ryan's gaze shifted from Rick to the other band members, his eyebrows raising in a silent plea for help explaining his vision. But it was clear from Rick's sly smile and arched brows as his eyes settled on Vinny that the concept wasn’t utterly lost on him. "I don't do leather," Rick stated matter-of-factly, pausing for a beat before adding with a hint of dramatic flair, "Or velvet."

Hours later they filmed and rotated, filmed and rotated, coffee had been delivered along with a quick breakfast spread that was laid out when we arrived. The craft services table held steaming carafes of coffee alongside platters piled high with fresh fruit, flaky pastries, and savory egg dishes - providing the perfect fuel to get through a long day of filming. A few hours past lunchtime and an assortment of sandwiches and vegan dishes were delivered, offering a variety of options to satisfy the diverse needs and preferences of cast and crew. Throughout the takes, I was never bored, watching Chris shake around and be silly between takes had me laughing so hard my sides hurt. His playful dad style humor was something else, always able to lighten the mood and keep spirits high on set. The set lights would flash green and white then blue creating different schemes and shadows in the background, transforming the look and feel of the scene with each adjustment. The director kindly offered to have me come look at the screen and watch how it would look at the final turn out, and I squealed with delight as I caught a glimpse of the magic of moviemaking firsthand. It was perfect, exceeding my imagination and leaving me giddy with excitement to see the final edited product.

I snapped the perfect aesthetic shot of the director's station thinking it would be an awesome photo to share with Noah.  As I looked at the artsy photo I had just taken, a wave of doubt crashed over me. Noah wasn't into all this creative stuff like I was. He was more practical and down-to-earth. If I sent him this cool behind-the-scenes shot, would he even care? Or would he think I'm bragging about this glamorous video shoot, spending time with Chris? I didn't want Noah to feel insecure. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I valued Chris or this music video more than my relationship with him. But that random "I love you" from Chris this morning complicated things even more. I hadn't even processed what to make of it. Did Chris really have feelings for me or was it just an off-hand comment? I wasn't sure. And I definitely didn't want Noah finding out about it and jumping to conclusions. As I wrestled with all these swirling thoughts, my head started to throb. The overthinking train in my mind came to a grinding, squealing halt. 

It was late into the afternoon when Rick, Ryan, Vinny and Justin all headed for wardrobe to change back into their street clothes, signaling the end of a long day. Chris jumped off the podium he had been standing on, coming right over to me and tucking me under his arm in an affectionate gesture.

"Enjoying it, babe?" he asked, a tender smile on his face as he looked down at me. I wrapped my arms around his torso, savoring the feeling of being close to him as he slowly guided us towards the makeup room.

"It's amazing," I replied enthusiastically. "I can't wait to see it when it's finished and edited together." Chris' expression became nervous at my words.

"You're not bored are you?" he asked, a tinge of worry in his tone. I reassured him quickly, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"No, I'm not bored at all," I said. "I'm happy to head out now though." Chris pulled us both to a stop at my words, gently turning me around to face him. 

“Listen, pumpkin, I am not exactly done. They wanted to split the days up but I made the collective decision months ago to do it all in one day-” he stopped the minute my expression fell, my lip pulled between my teeth. 

My heart sank as I listened to his explanation, the joy I'd felt quickly fading. "A couple more hours?" I repeated in a somber tone, unable to keep the disappointment from my voice. He scratched at his neck, a familiar nervous habit, as an apologetic look crossed his face. I could tell he was upset to be delivering this news, but not enough to rearrange his plans, even knowing how much I'd been looking forward to spending the day together.

I wasn't even sure why I felt so crestfallen; was it simply because the day hadn't matched my high expectations? Or was I just tired after so much anticipation and daydreaming about our reunion? My thoughts had been racing all afternoon as I planned all the things we would do, the conversations we would have. Now it seemed my overactive brain was exhausted, unable to process this sudden change. A wave of sadness washed over me, though I couldn't quite pinpoint its source. I wanted to be understanding, but in that moment all I felt was disappointment that our long-awaited time together had been cut short.

Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention and when I looked over Chris’s shoulder he turned to follow my line of sight. Rick stood just a few paces away watching our exchange, his presence like an apparition materializing out of thin air. He and Chris exchanged a knowing look, communicating wordlessly through subtle eyebrows raises and slight tilts of their heads. It was as if they shared a secret language only the two of them understood.

"Pumpkin, would you be okay if Rick took you back?" Chris asked me softly, his voice tinged with reluctance. I glanced at Rick's face, taking in the soft smile playing on his lips and the stage makeup still plastered on from the performance. Though disappointed, I tried to be understanding and nodded in acquiescence. Chris leaned down to give me a quick but tender kiss, his strong arms pulling me into a warm embrace before he trotted off to the makeup room, duty calling. I watched him go, his retreating figure growing smaller in the distance before disappearing from view completely. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I turned to Rick.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, “We’ll grab some real dinner on the way back. None of his vegan crap.” 

Ricks' POV

She had fallen asleep on my couch, her breathing slow and steady as she drifted into slumber. I paused for a moment, taking in her serene expression, before grabbing a soft fleece blanket from my bed to gently drape over her. She looked so peaceful there, curled up against the plush cushions, that I didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead, I made sure she was comfortable, turning off the lights and double checking that the front door was securely locked. I tiptoed upstairs to my room, leaving her to rest undisturbed downstairs.

We had planned for me to drive her home after grabbing a quick dinner, but our conversation flowed so easily over plates of pasta that we lost track of time. Before I knew it, muscle memory had carried us right back to my apartment instead of Chris’s. She explained that she would rather hang out with me than go back to her empty place while Chris was working late. I understood not wanting to be alone with nothing but silence for company.

From my office I could hear her chatting away, the TV a faint drone beneath her voice. She must have been on the phone with Chris, their affectionate nicknames and inside jokes filtering up the stairs. Part of me was conflicted, perhaps even a bit jealous, of their seemingly happy relationship. But another part of me just enjoyed her company and wanted to get to know this fascinating girl better. Surprisingly, Chris never seemed to mind us spending time together, which I found odd but can't say I really minded either. She intrigued me, and I looked forward to unraveling the mystery that was her.

As I laid in bed, the cool blue light from my kindle illuminating my face, I had been stuck on the same page for several minutes, lost in my own swirling thoughts. Earlier at dinner, she had caught me off guard by asking about Chris, and whether he was the type to casually throw around "I love you"s to just anyone. When I asked what she meant, she explained further - was Chris serious when he said it, or did he tell it to every girl he met? I hesitantly shared that sometimes he was sincere, but other times it seemed less meaningful. Her line of questioning immediately raised alarms in my mind. She wouldn't be asking unless she had heard those three special words from him herself. My worst fear was coming true - Chris had serious feelings for her after all.

And the fact that she was probing me about it revealed her own emotions were likely growing as well. Admitting you've fallen for someone is a huge leap, especially acknowledging it to yourself. Yet here I was, her friend, harboring a hopeless crush on a taken girl. "Says the man crushing on his buddies' girl," the cynical voice in my head sneered. I mentally rolled my eyes at my foolishness. A harmless crush was understandable, but I knew it would pass in time. I just needed to be patient and let it fade on its own. 

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me from my drowsy reading. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was past ten pm—an odd time for someone to be texting. I reached over and grabbed my phone, squinting against the bright light of the screen. A new message from Chris awaited me. I swiped it open, curious about why he would be texting so late. "Hey, did you drop Eve off at my apartment? Cause she isn't here," the message read. Confusion washed over me. Earlier, I had heard Eve mention on the phone that she was at my house. Clearly Chris had forgotten in his exhausted state. I typed back, "She's asleep on the couch. Did you forget already?" He read the message but didn't respond. I wondered if I had pressed a nerve, but knowing Chris and his tendency to take on too much, he was likely just overwhelmed and had too many things going on to remember where Eve was. With a sigh, I tossed my phone back onto the nightstand, the buzz of the unanswered text lingering in my mind. I turned off my Kindle, giving up on reading for the night, and settled into my blankets, hoping sleep would come easily despite the confusion of Chris's message.

[imagine-creative]

@ravenwriter16 @diamond-almond here some maverick love. I’m not meaning to torment the two nor neglect them. There’s a method to my madness 😘 slower burn with these two. In this romantic why choose scenario

Also. Messy hair is *chef kiss*

(The last panel was done on procreate pocket I think I did pretty well with just my finger 😂)

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Loud and Heavy

This is part 1 of my why choose Teen Wolf Fic.

Fic Summery: Harper McCall falls for both Stiles and Derek and has to choose one. Or dose she?

Part Summery: Harper goes with Stiles and Scott to find a body in the woods. What happens when she gets separated and bitten by something.

Warnings: None?

Let me know if you wanna be tagged.

I stood in my bedroom soft music playing from the computer as I tried to pick out what to wear tomorrow. It was the first day of school. The first day of the rest of my life. Both me and my brother Scott decided that we were going to be who we wanted to be in school this year.

He was going to play lacrosse and I was going to do well…something.

Problem with me: I had no idea who I wanted to be. No big dream I wanted to have in high school. This was my last year to live the high school dream but what even was that?

Be asked to prom? I don’t know, haha. Parties. I always wanted to be invited to one of the parties more for curious sake than hanging out with a bunch of drunk teenagers.

I guess me and Scott were different. Well I was. I wasn’t the girly girl, or the nerdy goth. Sweet and shy or bubbly and outgoing. No, I was always in the middle, always being pulled in two different directions.

So here I stood staring at my bed trying to decide what style I was going to wear. Who was I going to become?

Why was I worried about my clothes so much? Because I had to have something that told others who I was.

I was just as much in the middle on the outside I was on the inside.

Everything about me was average. Average height. 5’4, average weight at 170. I have brown eyes only a few shades lighter than my brothers. Brown medium length hair that has just enough body it wouldn't stay straight and not enough waves to hold a curl. Like I said I was average.

My thoughts were cut off by a strange sound coming from outside. Glancing out the window I didn't see anything making me leave to go find Scott.

I jumped, seeing him in the hallway holding a bat.

“Did you hear something outside?” Both of us ask at the same time, making me giggle and Scott look unamused.

“Let's go check it out. I'm right behind you.” I say, holding on to his hoodie.

He smiles and shakes his head at the thing I've done since we were toddlers and starts walking towards the front door and outside.

Rounding the corner of the house my heart nearly stops when someone hangs from the roof Scott yelling along with the culprit until we all realize it's Stiles.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Scott says, sounding annoyed as he puts his bat down.

“You weren't answering your phone. Why do you have a bat?” 

“I thought you were a predator.”

“A pre…what?” Stiles says, the look of confusion and shock on his face makes me giggle.

“Hey Harper.” He says smiling at me.

“Hi.” I say, tucking my hair behind my ear and smiling back.

I'm sure it was no surprise that I had a crush on my brother's best friend but it was kinda hard not to. He was funny and just the sweetest person.

“Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-- they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.”

“For what?” Both me and Scott say that at the same time but with opposite reactions.

Where Scott had a frown on his face I had a look of curiosity. I guess you could say I got my rambunctiousness from Stiles, us always getting into trouble together.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles says, the glee of mischievous clear in his eyes.

Stiles lifts himself untangling from the trellis and drops to his feet in front of us. 

“Like a dead body?” Scott asked, confused and horrified.

Stiles moves to lean on the railing of the porch looking at Scott like he's dump.

“No, a body of water.” He says, sarcastically, making me snort out a laugh which he smiles at making me look down to hide my blush.

“Yes, dumbass a dead body.” He says rolling his eyes and climbs over the railing to join us on the porch.

“Were they murdered?” I ask, the nosy side of me coming out.

“Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“That's horrible.” I say, frowning. 

“Hold on.” Scott says, both of us looking at him.

“If they found the body, then what are they looking for?”

Stiles practically grins, tickled with the drama of the night.

“That's the best part- They only found half.” He says, his face growing serious.

“We're going.”

“I'll grab my shoes.” I say turning towards the house.

“What? No you're not going and neither am I. I have tryouts tomorrow.” Scott says grabbing my arm to stop me.

“Oh come on Scott it's the last night of summer break let's do something fun.” I pout, sticking out my bottom lip.

“I got this. Go get your shoes.” Stiles says placing a hand on each of our shoulders.

“Thank you.” I say, moving back into the house.

I jog up the steps not worried about the noise. Mom was working tonight so there wasn't anymore in the house.

Ignoring the tightening of my asthmatic lungs I start to grab my shoes until I see myself in the mirror.

I was in pajamas. No makeup, not even a bra on.

Blushing, realizing Stiles saw me like that I quickly moved to my bed to fix the situation.

I grab the first thing my hand touches and get dressed. I didn't really care about the no makeup thing but I at least needed a bra on.

Pulling on my shoes I grab my inhaler and rush back downstairs seeing the boys getting in Stiles' jeep.

“Wait for me.” I call out to them, my lungs already bothering me.

“You okay?” Stiles asks, looking me up and down.

“Fine. Just outta shape.” I laugh climbing into the back of his jeep and taking a puff of my inhaler.

Getting inside Stiles starts the engine and away we go.

Pulling up outside of the beacon hills preserve Stiles stops the car tuning it off.

“Are we seriously doing this?” Scott asks, looking over at his best friend.

“Come on brother, live a little.” I say grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

“How many energy drinks did you have today?” He asks, looking back at me.

“Umm three why?” I ask, holding up three fingers.

“I told you I planned on pulling an all-nighter so I could work on my style.” I say, waving my hands down myself.

“I think you look great.” Stiles says, giving me a once over then turning back to my brother.

“Of course we are doing this. You're the one that's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” He says but I'm not really listening.

My heart flutters my cheeks hot as I look at what I'm wearing.

I was in jeans, a T-shirt and a flannel. My hair was in a messy bun. A few stray hairs fell around my face and I had on my glasses instead of my contacts.

I was definitely rocking the nerdy look at the moment but plus one for it if Stiles liked it.

“I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott says pulling me back to the convention.

“Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.” Stiles says, almost rolling his eyes.

“No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line.”

Stiles looks at Scott in disbelief then turns to look at me. Him asking if he's serious with his gaze.

I blush and shrug not knowing what to say 

“Hey, that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” He says smacking Scott on the shoulder and turning to open the car door.

“We're going to get in so much trouble.” Scott says, looking at me.

“It'll be fun, come on.” I say, turning to hop out of the Jeep and head towards the woods.

We all three walked in silence for a little while. It was a clear night letting us see how to move through the woods without tripping over our own two feet.

“Just out of curiosity, what half of the body are we looking for?” Scott asks, mimicking Stiles' sarcastic tone from before.

“Huh? I didn’t even think about that.” Stiles says, glancing at me with a sheepish look on his face.

“And Uh…What if whoever killed the body is still out here.”

“Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles says flat out embarrassed.

“You two are going to get me killed.” I say looking at them.

“Me? You were the one who wanted to live a little.” Scott says.

“Well yeah, but…” I trail off not having an answer. We were also starting to climb up a hill. No way would I be able to talk and climb at the same time.

“It’s comforting to know you planned this out with your unusual attention to detail.”

“I know.” Stiles says through labored breathing.

Reaching the top of the hill I bend over holding my knees, my ears ringing as if I've been holding my breath for too long.

I close my eyes not listening to the other two, just focusing on my breathing.

When I lift my head I’m alone. Looking around I see no flash light and I don’t hear anything other than my ragged breathing.

“Guys?” I question, walking forward to catch up with them.

“Scott? Stiles?” I call out my heart rate starting to pick up at the thought of being alone out here.

Hearing a snapping twig I turn to head towards the noise knowing they can’t be too far away from me.

Walking around a large tree I freeze when I see something glowing red in the distance.

Thinking it’s a police car I duck behind a tree not wanting to get in trouble. Stiles Dad would know I was out here with him if he caught me.

I blush at the thought of having to explain that to him.

Hearing rustling leaves I stay perfectly still scared of being found. When the sound stops I let go of the breath I was holding.

Peaking around the tree I see the same red glow yet it’s closer. Right in front of my face and its eyes. A pair of glowing red eyes are only inches from my face.

Them set into the face of a very large animal. I don’t get a chance to look at it before it lunges at me. 

I scream as it tears into my skin biting down hard into my shoulder. I try to pull away from it, hitting it as hard as I can.

It lets go and takes off running leaving me there. I jumped up and pushed myself in the opposite direction, scared that whatever it was would come back and finish the job.

I go as fast as I can ignoring my burning lungs scared the thing was right behind me. I don’t slow down even when it starts to rain.

Fear piping through me drives me forward. I don’t stop until I run out into the road the sound of screeching tires and a horn fills the air.

Headlights blinding me as a car stops inches from hitting me. I stand there shaking as the driver door opens and someone walks up to me.

“Are you okay?” Asks the man who got out.

He is taller than me, his broad shoulders making him seem a lot bigger than me as well.

“I…It..something is out there.” I say my eyes burning as tears start to run down my cheeks.

He doesn't say anything, his eyes jumping to my shoulder. I could feel the warm trail of blood running down my back. 

I let out a hiss when he lifts what’s left of my ripped flannel off my shoulder.

“What happened?” He asks, looking at me, his jaw clenched.

“I don’t know. Something bit me.” I sniffle out.

“Okay. Come one I’ll give you a ride home.” He says, wrapping his arm around me.

I let him, feeling scared but not as scared as I was in those woods moments ago. He opens the passenger door and helps me get in.

I wrap my arms around myself as he jogs around the front of the car and gets behind the wheel.

We don’t speak as we drive back towards town. I sit there shaking the heat cranked up.

“Do you, uh, want to talk about it?” He says, clearly not used to comforting people by the tone in his voice.

“I don’t even know what happened.” I say, staring at the dash.

He didn't say anything, the ride to my house was silent after I told him the address. I should have gone to the hospital but I didn’t want to worry my mom or get any one in trouble.

I get out of his car when he pulls up the crack of thunder sounding overhead, the rain only increasing.

Wrapping my arms around myself I head towards the door surprised when he gets out.

“Thank you.” I say looking at him.

He nods, handing me a paper with scribbled numbers on it.

“I’m Derek.”

“Harper.”

[between-two-fandoms]

The last thing I think about before I fall asleep is Buddie. The first thing I think about when I wake up is TEvan.

[collywobbles-n-whatnot]

Caller 666 You're Live

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Radio segment host reader x various monsters! y2k! Yandere! Bed and breakfast! why choose!

-Grieving reader sets out to fulfill her late father's unfinished business, opening the last bed and breakfast in his chain.

-She brings nothing in her car for the cross country road trip other than her recording equipment and her father's urn that she talks to a completely normal amount to pass the drive.

-Her segment had recently gained more traction than she'd like. She (Ms. Claire) hosts an advice column for letters and calls called Claire-voyant on 100.7 the Charm. So no, she couldn't take more than a week or so off, the public demands it and so does her boss.

-She arrives at the BnB to find that it isn't abandoned at all, but people have been living there possibly for years.

The squatters on the premises are:

-Earnest, the deal making goblin

-Charlie (Charles), the invisible man

-Harper, the witch

-Caspian, the siren

-Logan, the vampire

And once he can make it, she is expecting the support of her best friend who's running just a little bit late.

-James, the best friend (and secret monster hunter)

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Sound like something worth making drabbles for..?

(forgive me for bad quality I still don't know how to export jack shit from procreate)

[luisa-i]

[tatooinequeeen]

Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify Playlist

Triggers: vaginal fingering, biting, light spanking, cunnilingus

Chapter Two: Tongue Twister

Ghost had only just left for his mission two hours ago and you had cleaned the house, which mind you had already been spotless, at least twice over. After your midnight confessions you had been fucked seven ways to Sunday, orgasm drunk and sated in a way only Ghost had ever made you. When you woke up however? The nerves really set in. You had never had to navigate a situation like this before and now you had to dive head first into shark infested waters.

The shark just happened to be a 6’10” mouth watering Austrian Special Operative.

You were putting the finishing touches on the guest room, lighting a lavender scented candle and listening to your mood playlist, shifting your hips in time with the beat and running your hands through your hair when you felt a light touch on the back of your shoulder.

Screaming you reached up behind you, grabbing at the hand and twisting it to the side just like Ghost had taught you, ripping out one of your earbuds when you realized who you were trying to grapple with. You looked up, and up and up at König, still gripping his hand which flexed lazily in yours. You were very used to men in masks but seeing him so suddenly when you felt you had time to prepare and had been caught off guard still in your comfy clothes - short shorts and a skimpy tank top - made your skin tingle.

“Ah, hi König. Sorry I guess time got away from me. I was just cleaning.” You went to gesture to his new room and realized you were still holding his hand. He hadn’t tried to extract it, just stared down at you, his head slightly tilted to the side as he listened to your stumble through your greeting, his eyes tracking the way your lips formed the sentence. You finally dropped your hold on him and gave him an apologetic smile, shrugging a shoulder.

“You don’t have to apologize, you didn’t answer the door and Ghost gave me a key. I wasn't sure if something happened to you.” His soft, accented voice floated down, blanketing you in warmth. You felt caught in the depth of his eyes, his mask doing nothing but amplifying their intensity. The seconds of silence spun out where the two of you just stared at each other, you didn’t realize you were swaying into his chest until you had to put up a palm to stop yourself from colliding with him.

“Oh. Oops. Go ahead and get settled and I think I’m going to change.” Your retreat wasn’t tactful but he had been in your space for five minutes and already you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame? Ghost’s words from the night before echoed in your mind “Take this time with König to figure out how you two might work together…”

Did he know what you had in mind? Was he walking into your home knowing you wanted something more than acquaintances and way beyond friends?

As you pulled your clothes off, your thoughts spiraling over how you could possibly go from hearing the most consecutive words out of König in two years to having him fuck you until you couldn’t walk, there was a knock at your bedroom door. Panicking with not a shred of clothing on, you grabbed the closest thing to you - an oversized shirt and threw it on.

You opened the door to König leaning against the frame casually. Your eyes scaled his body like you were dying to do yourself and when you met his eyes that’s when you realized they were burning.

“What’s up?” Your voice came out less collected and more of a squeak. König huffed out a soft laugh. “You left so quickly we didn’t really have a chance to talk about…” He paused, thoughtfully. “Us.” You sucked in a breath so sharp it could’ve been a shard of glass. “Us?” Your heart had to be audible up to a mile away. “Yes, liebling. Us.” You swallowed and his eyes smoldered where they watched the way your throat flexed. “Uh.” He didn’t give you a chance to fumble through whatever you wanted to say. He just bent and grabbed the back of your thighs, spreading your legs to wrap around his waist, walking you both into your bedroom. You threw your arms around his shoulders to keep yourself stable, shocked silent and so shamelessly wet you could feel your panties soaking through.

He reached the bed and sat down, situating you to straddle his lap. His big hands slid up and down the bare skin of your thighs, igniting a trail of fire. You squirmed under his palms, craving the way his calluses and rough fingers felt against your delicate nerves. “Hold still, we need to talk.” König punctuated his sentence with a quick slap to the globe of your ass. You sucked in a breath, tipping your head back and exposing your throat. You wanted to please him.

Down to your core you are a good girl and you need to show him so. One fortifying breath later you level your stare back at him, ready.

“Let’s talk.” If you could see his face you imagine he would be smirking if his eyes gave any indication. His thumbs started tracing circles on your skin and it took everything in you not to focus on the sensation and stay present. He began, his voice low, “Ghost and I had a conversation about what we want and I need you to know that you call all the shots, liebling.” You couldn’t help but bite your lip.

Your men giving you power. It was heady. It was sexy. It was everything.

“Okay, König. So how do we even..” You trailed off, looking down. Still too shy to say it outloud. Too scared to voice your desires to the other half of all your fantasies. A gentle hand under your chin, brought your eyes back to his.

“Do you want me to show you?”

In a whisper you confess, “Yes.”

König shifts his grip to pick you up and lay you down on your mattress, taking his time to run his hands the length of your body. You sigh in the luxury of his hands on you but already feeling the insanity of the feelings he evokes in you rising to the surface. When he runs his hands back up to the hem of your shirt, he catches it and pushes it up until it’s covering your eyes, leaving you utterly exposed to his gaze.

König’s deep hum and curses growled in German are the only indication he appreciates what he sees. With your shirt removing your sight, the rest of your senses are on high alert so when his breath coasts down the valley of your breasts your back bows off the bed. With a palm he presses you back down, placing his lips against the spot where your heart is battering against your chest. He doesn’t stop there, moving his attention to your peaked nipple, sucking the flesh into his mouth expertly. You don’t stop the shameless moan that spills from your throat, flexing your hand against the comforter, desperately needing something to hold onto. Sensing your thoughts König grabs your hand and brings it first to his neck and then up to his exposed jaw. He uses his other hand to palm your breast, pressing kisses down your sternum, belly and hips. Your fingertips graze his cheek and you revel in the feeling of that delicious stubble, only able to imagine how handsome he is under that shapeless mask.

The first swipe of König’s tongue against your pussy sent your mind reeling, the second pass where he flattened it and flicked your clit with the tip in a tease sent you into absolute overdrive. You couldn’t stop your hand from diving into his hair, so thick and lush that it shocked you - never having really thought about his hair before. Long enough to grab a handful of but short enough to flatten under his mask and helmet. As he sucked your clit and bit down in an explosion of pleasure you gripped his hair hard, eliciting a growl out of him.

“That’s right, liebling, show me what you like.” His voice against your drenched entrance felt like sin and salvation rolled into one. The moans and whimpers flowing past your lips wildly, his steady encouragement. You felt a thick finger enter you and your back arched at the electric feel of him stretching you. “König, right there, right there.” You were starting to babble as he added a second finger and stroked your g-spot, alternating biting your clit and circling it with his tongue.

Your orgasm gave you no warning, it came upon you in a lightning strike. You shoved both hands into König’s hair and cried out his name as he fucked your pussy with his fingers and sucked on your clit, overstimulating you through one of the most intense orgasms you had ever had in your life. The knife’s edge of pleasure and pain, the sweetest ecstasy. You started to beg him to stop, your body needing to give out, the pleasure overwhelming you completely.

“Please König, oh my God, please.”

His growl was hot against your flesh.

“God’s not here little girl. Only me.”

Note: AH hi. So in planning these König kind of decided what he wanted to do instead so…I’m stoked for the next chapter.

@mariaflor873