#yeah sure it was me of course I gave the signal...

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[aelxnox]

sevika with a wolf-hybrid reader who's in heat? ><

HEAT CYCLE

warning: hybrid!reader, g!p Sevika, drooling, overstimulation, breeding, bulge

You turned your head to look at Sevika cooking dinner in the kitchen, your hand itching its way towards your soaked pussy. Your fingers brushed against your sensitive clit, your eyes closing and mouth opening at the sensation.

"Hngh.." you breathed, your middle finger rubbing circles on your clothed bud.

Your heat cycle just started and you've been sending signals to Sevika. You've been whining and rubbing your body against hers all day.

She's finally had enough of you just a while ago and firmly told you to stay where you are whilst she finishes dinner.

Of course, you obeyed. You were still sitting on the couch where she told you to stay. But she didn't say anything about touching yourself, right?

You pushed your soaked panties to the side and shivered when the cold night sir hit your soaking cunt, a whimper escaping your mouth. "Ahh.."

Sevika's eyebrow quirked and her head whipped to look at you at the couch—your back already arched as you fingered yourself at a slow pace.

"Doll." she called out and you immediately took your fingers out of your hole, a moan escaping your mouth in the process.

"Y-yeah?" you forced out a smile, your face sweaty and flushed as you looked at Sevika nervously. "What are you doing?" she cocked her brow and slowly walked towards you.

"Nothing.." you whispered. Sevika's eyes narrowed, her hand lifting your chin up to stop you from avoiding her gaze. "Nothing?" she repeated.

"Then, what is this?" she husked, her fingers scooping your wetness before she brings her hand up. "You're doing nothing but you're soaking."

Your eyes widened and you got on your knees on the couch, your eyes looking up at Sevika as if pleading. "I-I'm so-"

Sevika put up her hand to stop you. "I told you to be patient, didn't I?" she titled her head and smeared your wetness across your cheek.

"Didn't I, doll?" she repeated, tone becoming dangerously low. You nodded, your hands fidgeting at Sevika's change of demeanour. "Yes."

"Stupid girl." she scoffed, went around the couch, and picked you up in her arms. Sevika gave your ass a firm squeeze, your breath catching in your throat when your skin stretched.

Sevika bit your earlobe, her tongue licking the skin to soothe the pain. "Let's punish you, hm?" she whispered in your ear and brought you to your shared bedroom.

Once you entered, she wasted no time in dropping you and slamming your body against the door. "Look at you. I haven't even done anything but you look fucked out already." she taunted, her lips quirking into a smirk.

"S-stop it." you whimpered and covered your face with your hands. Sevika frowned and yanked your arms back. "Oh come on, I wanna see your pretty face."

She studied your face, her eyes looking at you with hunger. "So fucking pretty." she mumured and pushed your tank top up your left tit, her mouth wasting no time in sucking your hardened nipple.

"Ah!" you moaned, feeling her sharp teeth bite your areola. "Be gentle.." Sevika looked up at you, half of your breast in her mouth.

"Sure, doll." she chuckled and went down to leave hickeys on your stomach, her tongue licking the bruises she created.

Her tongue travelled further down until it reached your heat, her eyes closing when she got a whiff of your pussy. "Fuck. You always smell so good." she growled.

"Keep quiet for me, okay?" she whispered and swung your right leg over her shoulder. Her thumbs spread your pussy and she leaned in to flick the tip of her tongue on your clit.

"Ah! F-fuck, Sevika." you moaned. Sevika frowned and gave your ass a slap as a warning. "Sorry.." you whimpered and covered your mouth with the back of your hand.

Sevika continued to lap on your pussy, her tongue exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh. She watched your eye twitch each time she plunged her tongue into your hole, a grin forming on her face at how dazed you looked.

"Hmm.." she hummed and gave your clit one last suck before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting your pussy and Sevika's mouth. "Let's get you to bed."

She got up and carried to the bed, your back hitting the mattress gently. "Hngh.." you gasped, your body twitching from the pleasure that Sevika gave you.

"Hold on, baby." she whispered and leaned down to kiss your forehead. Sevika took off her pants along with her boxers, her hardened cock slapping against her stomach.

She stroked it gently, her head tilting up as she let out soft groans. You could see pre-cum already leaking out at her tip, your mouth watering at the sight of her bulbous head.

Sevika looked down, a teasing laugh coming out of her mouth when she saw the drool running down the corner of your lips.

"You want this, huh? You want to be fucked until you're full of my cum?" she groaned and leaned down to lick your spit. "Answer me.

"Yes. Fuck me, Sevika. Please.." you pleaded and pulled her down to capture her lips, your tongue entering her mouth. Sevika grunted and pushed your legs wide before plunging her dick inside your tight cunt in one swift move. "Ah! Fuck.. S-sevika, hngh.." you moaned, Sevika's hips slamming against yours with each powerful thrust.

You could feel the tip of her cock rubbing against your womb and you looked down to see a bulge of her cock on your stomach. "See that? I'm too big for this tiny cunt of yours." she huffed and pressed down on the bulge, making your eyes roll back at the immense sensation it brought you.

"Ahh! Hmmff, p-please.. oh fuck! Yes, fuck me harder." you groaned, your sharp nails digging into Sevika's back and drawing blood.

Sevika closed her eyes at the pain and pleasure you were giving her, her cock twitching inside of your pussy. "I'm going to put a baby in you, doll. We're going to have a pack. I'll drown this tight pussy of yours." she whimpered, her cock hitting your spot repeatedly.

"Yes, yes! Fuck, yes. Breed me, S-sev." you whined, your legs shaking when you felt your orgasm nearing.

Sevika looked down and smirked when she saw your face contorting. "You cumming, baby? Cum for me." she husked in your ear and pushed your clit hard with her thumb.

"Ahh! No! No, s-stop.. it's too m-much." you screamed and tried to push Sevika's hand away.

"Shh, it's okay. You can take it. Relax." she cooed in your ear and pressed open-mouthed kisses on your neck. "Cum for me."

"Hnngh! Ahh, ah.. Sev, p-please." you grunted, your back arching when you finally came. Your eyes rolled back, feeling Sevika's cock still thrust in and out of your sensitive pussy. "S-stop, please.. too much." you whined, your breath hitching when Sevika's cum filled your womb.

"Ohh, fuck." she rasped, her cock stilk hitting your spot as she came down from her high. She looked down, seeing a white ring form at the bottom of her shaft.

"You came a lot, baby." she chuckled and pressed kisses on your lips.

"I feel stuffed." you grinned and winced when Sevika pulled her cock out of you, your cum leaking out of your pussy and soaking the sheets.

"Uh-oh. I guess we're sleeping on the couch tonight."

[itzpookiepooh]

Hi my loveee🥰 I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing something where reader/mc does the fake backshots thing to lads men, if that makes sense? Like you go up behind him and bend them over and pretend to give ‘backshots.’ Other than that, I love your work and I hope you have a lovely day/night!

I can sure try!

WHAM!

You asked Rafayel to pick up the paper that fell to the floor as soon as he bent over…WHAM! He jumped up quickly mushing your face. His arms were over his chest as he glared at you. He was beet red and embarrassed.

“What is wrong with you?” He whispered making you laugh.

“I love you?” It was more of a question than a statement.

He doesn’t answer just walks away from you but his eyes don’t leave your figure. He was scared you would attack him again. Before fully disappearing he gives you a ‘I’m watching you’ hand signal.

He was cleaning the counter when you did it. He was shocked and teleported behind you. You were stunned at his fast movements as he blankly stared at you. He returned the favor of course! What did you expect from Xavier?

“How do you like it?” He teases as you wiggle in his grip.

“Xavier!” You playfully hit his hip a few times. He laughs nearly making both of you fall to the floor.

“You started it.” He laughs as you both play fight each other.

Caleb is all for it! You snuck up behind him as he was mid workout and gave it to him. He played along after his confusion washed away. He even fake moans which causing you to fall out laughing.

“Give it to me!” He moaned through his laughter. You burst out laughing because you weren’t expecting it.

“What? You humped yourself dry?” He teases as he hovers over you who’s uncontrollably laughing.

“Caleb stop I’ll pee!” You wheeze holding a hand in his face. He smirks and nods before going back to his workout.

Sylus is all for joking around and he’ll even play along. You saw him taking a break after boxing and decided to pull a little prank. He bent over to grab his water from the floor when you tried to get him from behind. You had to jump a little due to his height which made it funnier.

“Is there a reason you’re clinging to me like a baby koala?” He deadpanned as he stands up straight causing you to hand off of him.

“Well now I look stupid.” You state making him smirk. He switches you both around lacing your hand in his.

“How’s this?” He teases. Your body becomes hot as you glare at him, “Not funny.” You pout as he smiles at you.

“I’m just reciprocating the love.” He hugs you from behind making you melt into his touch. “Yeah whatever.” You reply.

Now you know he’s shy! Why do you insist on doing this to him? He immediately stiffens when you do it, all he was trying to do was reach for some paperwork. He slowly turns to you his eyes slightly wider. You awkwardly smile at him.

“Why are you acting like a rabbit in heat?” He questions you in his regular tone.

“I wanted to see your reaction.” You smile innocently. He blinks at you before standing up.

“It’s surely a…reaction.” You tilt your head at him before letting him sit back down. His neck and ears bright red making you giggle.

“I couldn’t resist.” You tease kissing his cheek. He hums softly before getting back to his paperwork.

I surely tried my best! Trying to get through these last few requests because my week is busy and who knows when I’ll be free again 😩

[skywalkerslvt]

Bra Shopping With Ellie

❥Pairing: Ellie Williams x F!Reader

❥Summary: You had been hitting on Ellie for a while, but she was too oblivious to realize you liked her. So, you took matters into your own hands, and made her help you go bra shopping. Things ensue…

❥CW: 18+, smut, semi-public sex, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (reader receiving), pet names (the name 'baby' is used once), dom ellie, bottom reader, Ellie is oblivious as fuck at first lol, 1.8k words

❥a/n: Everyone clap I've been very productive and actually finished one of my unfinished fics woohoo! First Ellie fic hope you enjoy <3 NOT PROOFREAD pics are from pinterest

You were fed up. So fucking fed up. You had been hitting on Ellie for what felt like an eternity, but she was completely oblivious, unable to get it through her pretty little head that you wanted her. It didn't matter how many times you complimented her, or how often you found excuses to be around her, to touch her, Ellie just didn't get it. She was endearing, but her cluelessness was driving you insane. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and in this case, it meant dragging Ellie to the mall with you to go bra shopping. Surely, even she couldn't miss the signals this time. 

As you entered the crowded mall, you grabbed Ellie's hand, beelining for the first frilly lingerie shop you could find. Ellie trailed behind you, a puzzled look on her face as she glanced around nervously at the delicate fabrics and lace-adorned displays. 

“Uh, are you sure this is where you wanna be?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. 

You gave her a sweet, innocent smile, determination in your eyes. “Of course. I need a second opinion, and you're the perfect person for the job.” 

Ellie's cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink, but she nodded, letting you lead her further into the store. As you started browsing the store, you couldn't help but steal glances at her. You intentionally picked up the most revealing bras you could find, asking her if she thought you'd look good in them, to which she nodded, averting her eyes to avoid looking at them for too long. 

As you finished picking out your bras, you grabbed Ellie’s arm, dragging her to the dressing rooms. “I'm going to try these on. Come with me?” you asked sweetly.

“Y-yeah, sure. No problem,” Ellie stuttered out, scratching the back of her neck. 

You stepped into the dressing room, leaving the curtain open slightly, just enough for Ellie to see you. As you began removing your shirt, you peeked out, hoping to find Ellie’s eyes on you. Much to your dismay, her back was turned to you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with her watching eyes. God this girl was oblivious. You were done giving her not-so-subtle hints. You were turning into a desperate whore, and you needed her now. 

So, as you removed your own bra and reached for the most revealing bra you picked out from the store, you held the cups up to your breasts and called out to Ellie. 

“Ellie? Can you help me with something?” you called out softly, back to the curtain as your front faced the mirror. You heard her feet shuffle. 

“Yeah, of course. What do you need?” she replied.

You smirked to yourself, hoping that she would finally break through her obliviousness. “Can you just come in here?” 

“Uh…A-are you sure you want me to–” the rest of her sentence was cut off as you held the bra to your chest with one hand, reaching outside of the curtain and dragging her into the dressing room with you. 

“Yes, I'm sure. Now, will you help me clip this bra?” 

Ellie flushed deeply, her eyes raking up and down your half naked form, eyes lingering on your barely covered breasts. Unable to form words, she nodded hastily, still staring at your chest. 

You smirked as you turned around. Was she finally starting to see your flirting? Her fingers brushed against your back as she grabbed the straps of the bra, clasping it together. Her fingers ghosted along the straps, sending shivers down your spine, but as though she realized what she was doing, her movements abruptly stopped and she stepped back. 

How was she still not getting it!? 

You turned around to face her, and her eyes immediately drifted to your chest, then made their way back up to meet yours. You fiddled with the lace, still playing innocent. “What do you think?” you asked, tone husky despite the innocent look in your eyes. 

Ellie nervously glanced down to your breasts again, taking in the sight of the lacy pink bra pushing your tits together. The way she was looking at you made heat curl low in your belly, arousal beginning to pool in your panties. “Looks good…” she replied with a shaky exhale. 

“I don’t know if I like the fabric,” you said while still playing with the lace, taking an impossibly close step to her. “Here, feel it.” You reached for her hand, bringing it up to cup your breast. Ellie inhaled sharply, but made no move to remove her hand, instead stroking the fabric with her fingers. She squeezed your breast slightly, eyes meeting yours with a silent question. 

“Maybe you should try on another one,” she said, voice low and sultry. You nodded, biting your lip. “Help me take this one off.”

Ellie, now finally taking the hint, pulled you flush against her body by your belt loops, your breasts now pushed up against her torso. Her hands found your waist, slowly sliding to your back and unclasping your bra. 

She pulled the delicate fabric from your form, letting it fall to the ground as she took in the sight of your bare breasts. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you pushed her up against the wall of the dressing room, lips crashing onto hers. She kissed you back hungrily, hands squeezing your hips as you ground into her. 

She spun you around so that your back was flush against the wall, and stuck a thigh between yours, your clothed cunt now flush with her leg as she began groping your tits, mouth trailing down your neck, leaving dark purple marks. Your fingers tangled into her hair as you tilted your head back, giving her more access to your neck. She began pushing her thigh into your cunt, encouraging you to begin grinding against her. You complied, letting out a breathy moan. 

“Fuck, Ellie…took you long enough,” you whined, eyes closing at the pleasant sensations. Ellie hummed against your neck, fingers tweaking with your sensitive nipples as her tongue soothed the marks on your neck. 

Her fingers trailed down to your pants, fumbling with the buttons as her lips met yours in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. She pushed your jeans down your hips, fingers swiping over your pussy through your damp panties. She hooked her index finger in the side of your panties, sliding them to the side, and pushed her middle finger inside of your sopping hole. 

You sighed at the feeling, cunt clenching down as she slid her ring finger in alongside her middle finger, scissoring them as her palm ground down on your clit. Her deft fingers curled, finding your g-spot, and your back arched off against the wall, pushing your tits forward. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her hot tongue found one of your nipples, circling around the pebbled flesh before taking it into her mouth and sucking. You babbled out a series of curses, the pleasure all too much. 

She released your nipple from her mouth, coming back up to whisper in your ear. “Quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing in here, do we?” Her breath was hot against your ear, and you nodded before she kissed you, then returned back to your tits. 

As the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity, a wave of heat surged through your body. Your breath hitched, coming out in shallow gasps, and your muscles tensed, coiling tightly. The world around you seemed to fade away, your focus narrowing to the overwhelming sensation radiating from deep within your cunt. 

A moment later, you were swept away in a powerful release. Your body trembled, quivering with each pulse of ecstasy. The sensation washed over you in waves, pussy gushing all over Ellie’s fingers, leaving you breathless and utterly spent. Your mind went blank, consumed by pure unadulterated pleasure. 

She removed her fingers, bringing them up to your lips. You opened your mouth, circling your tongue over the digits, moaning at the taste of your arousal. Ellie’s pupils were blown wide, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she slid her fingers out of your mouth. She wanted more. 

Ellie dropped to her knees and propped one of your thighs over her shoulder. Sticking her tongue out, she licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, all while maintaining eye contact with you. You moaned and bucked your hips forward at the delicious overstimulation to your poor abused clit, only further encouraging Ellie’s ministrations. Her lips closed around your clit, sucking harshly as her fingers found their way back to your dripping hole.  

Her tongue flicked against your sensitive nub, alternating between quick, teasing licks and slow, deliberate strokes that had your legs shaking. You clung to the wall behind you, struggling to stay upright as Ellie devoured you with a fervour that bordered on desperate.

"Fuck, Ellie, just like that," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper, mindful of the other shoppers just outside the dressing room. The illicit nature of the situation only heightened your arousal, each muffled moan and gasp making you feel like you were on the edge of being caught.

Ellie's fingers worked in tandem with her mouth, curling inside you to hit that perfect spot over and over again. Your body tensed, a familiar coil of heat tightening in your core. Ellie seemed to sense your impending orgasm, increasing the pressure of her tongue and the pace of her fingers, driving you relentlessly toward the brink.

When your orgasm finally crashed over you, it was even more intense than the first. Your thighs clamped around Ellie's head as your body convulsed with pleasure. She didn't let up, milking every last wave of ecstasy from you until you were a trembling, gasping mess.

Finally, she pulled back, her chin glistening with your arousal. She stood up, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

“Get dressed. We’re heading back to my place to finish what you started,” she said boldly, squeezing your hips before handing you your jeans.

You quickly dressed, your hands trembling slightly with anticipation. As you adjusted your clothes, you glanced at Ellie, her eyes dark and intense, filled with desire.

Before stepping out of the dressing room, Ellie pulled you close, her lips brushing against your ear. "You were amazing," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "And trust me, this is just the beginning."

You shivered at her words, feeling a thrill of excitement shoot through you. As you both exited the dressing room, the crowded mall seemed like a distant reality, knowing that the next time you were alone, things would get even more intense.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

the ghost of the past. l Joel Miller

Summary: someone from the past found you in Jackson

Warnings: a bit of fluff but mostly angst, Reader is pregnant, fear and anxiety, some swearing, memories of life in QZ, talk of smuggling and life before Jackson, tears

A/N: .

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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The creaking of the stairs was the signal his brain had been waiting for, because Joel woke up immediately. His sense of survival hadn't been lulled by life in Jackson, the soft bed, and the solid meals. The room was dark, except for the faint slivers of streetlights that shone through the uncurtained windows. Joel immediately looked your way, but your spot in the bed was empty. You couldn't sleep.

The last few days had been quite busy - new renovations, the patrol had brought in a group of new refugees, they had also met a few people who wanted to get to the lower states, and Jackson was a safe stop for them.

Joel had been spending more time away from home, and you couldn't help much. So you spent your time babysitting for people who needed it, doing odd jobs. And while you didn't complain, Joel had the feeling that you were feeling more and more removed from all your responsibilities.

You had become a bit withdrawn and tense, although whenever you saw Ann or another resident of Jackson, you plastered a beautiful smile on your face. But Joel knew you, he had seen it all.

The wooden floor was cool beneath his feet as he got out of bed and walked to the door, opening it quietly. The house was dark and quiet. The stairs barely gave way under his weight, but when Joel made his way downstairs, he noticed you curled up on the couch, covered in a warm blanket.

“Baby?” he said quietly, not wanting to scare you.

A quick movement, like wiping away a tear, and then your answer. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry, Joel. I couldn’t sleep. Please go back to bed, you have a lot of work tomorrow.”

But he didn’t turn around, quite the opposite - he walked over to you and sat down, placing his hand on the couch behind you. “Is everything okay? Do you feel bad or…”

That smile again, the one made for feeling bad. “No, everything’s okay. I just couldn’t sleep, I didn’t want to wake you up.”

But it wasn’t okay. He could see it all too well, even in this bad light and this late hour.

“You know you can tell me anything? I can handle it. The good and the bad.” His voice was low, warm and soothing. Tears quivered in your eyes as you drew in a quick breath.

You hesitated for a moment. You wondered if you should hide it more, but eventually you gave in.

"I have to tell you something, Joel..."

A few days earlier.

“We met a group heading south,” Shane announced, returning home from his patrol.

You and Ann looked up from the table covered in fabric and sewing equipment. Your friend had come up with the idea of ​​sewing new bedding for the baby’s non-existent crib, and you had been busy since morning.

“Do they have anything interesting to trade?” Ann asked. “I’d give a lot for a coffee.”

You smiled. She and Joel had similar needs.

Shane poured himself some water and sat down in the armchair, wiping his sweaty forehead with his hand. The weather was really nice and spring-like, and the sun was shining brightly for a long time.

“They have some interesting things. I saw a few people have already traded with them,” he replied. His dark eyes landed on you. “You’re growing,” he noted.

“And she's glowing too.” Ann quickly added, scolding him with her gaze.

“Of course!” he laughed. “Four more months, huh?”

“Yeah, I'll look like a baby whale by the end.” You replied with a smile.

“But Joel's still thrilled. I saw him when he…” Shane trailed off, your gaze quickly landing on him. He swallowed. “Never mind.”

Ann picked up the scissors and looked at her husband. “Shane Walsh, are you sure what you were about to say isn't important?”

He nodded.

“A hundred percent?”

Another nod.

"You know I don't believe him." Ann spoke to you in a half-hearted tone and you laughed. "But he'll sing me everything, I have my ways of doing that."

"I'm afraid of you." You said quietly.

"And you're right."

It was like a sudden tsunami, but you didn't see any signs that it would hit. You were unprepared as you exited the bakery and looked up at Tipsy Bison, where a group of loud men had emerged. You didn't know them, but you recognized a few from Jackson. They had to be newbies. But one of them...

You knew that walk and you recognized that voice immediately. As if struck by lightning, you stopped, feeling like your insides had suddenly disappeared. This couldn't be true. Not here. Not after all this time.

You had no chance of escape. You had barely taken a few steps when a voice behind you sounded, sapping the strength from you.

"Oh shit, is that you?!"

You held your breath. Your fingers tightened around the handle of the basket you were carrying, it creaked. A tall man in his forties appeared right in front of you. His dark hair was streaked with more grey than you remembered. His dark eyes stared at you, a delighted smile playing on his lips.

“It’s really you,” he said, looking at you intently. He paused a second longer over his rounded belly. “And you’re… Oh, fuck.”

“Hi, Nathan.” You replied, trying to hide your nervousness. “Good to see you. Alive.”

He tilted his head, scratching his stubbled chin. “Good to see you too, honey. You look really good. Jackson, huh? You’ve come a long way.”

“Just passing through, right? I don’t think you have any purpose in staying here?” you replied.

Nathan shoved his hands into his pants pockets and looked around the main street of Jackson with a lazy smile. “We were planning on going to Mexico. I heard about a big settlement there. You know, the Zone wasn’t safe for us anymore.”

“FEDRA?”

“As well.” He nodded. “But a few other people too. Oh, honey…” You looked at him in surprise. “I missed you so much.”

Nathan Hayes shouldn’t have ended up in Jackson, and you honestly didn’t think he’d ever leave QZ if he hadn’t been forced to. He was incredibly good at smuggling, and his group dominated the zone. But somehow he ended up in Jackson, and the thought of him leaving soon gave you some comfort.

But fate wasn’t on your side, and Nathan seemed to take every opportunity to run into you in Jackson.

“I heard you live with that Miller,” he mumbled as he kept up with you as you walked down the street.

“His name is Joel,” you replied, not even looking at him, but glancing around to see if you saw anyone you knew nearby. “What do you even want?”

Nathan laughed. “I missed you. And you didn’t miss me?”

“No,” you replied quickly. “And I’ll be really happy when you leave. How long do I have to wait?”

He grabbed your elbow and stopped you. But you quickly pulled away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You were nicer to me in the zone.” He said tartly. “And now what? Playing mommy-to-be, huh? Playing house? I saw Miller and his kid. Seriously, honey?”

You felt anger boil in your body. He was doing it again, trying to dominate you, control you again. You knew it all too well.

“It’s none of your fucking business.” You hissed. “You don’t know what Joel and I went through.”

“What we went through, huh?”

You winked. “You can’t be serious.” You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest. “What happened in QZ was just vegetation. Day-to-day living.”

“But we made a great duo, right?” Nathan smiled at the memory of those days. "You were great at smuggling. When you went with that group... Oh, honey. You broke my heart then."

You looked at him in disbelief and anger. For the second time in the past few days, he had returned to what had been, to what connected you, and he always said it with such fondness, like he really missed you. You had met him in Jackson, on the street or at Tipsy Bison. He had seen you with Joel and Ellie, he certainly knew where you lived. You felt more and more trapped with each passing day.

“Were you and him… Were you together at the time? In the zone that you escaped from?” Joel’s question was calm and quiet. He listened to you carefully, and you never said it directly.

“Not in the way I am with you, but...” you took a breath, “People knew that I belonged to him in some way, that we worked together.”

He nodded. Tess had crossed his mind. He'd never mentioned her to you, and he didn't see the point, but she would never make someone close to him feel threatened by her. And you definitely felt that way about Hayes.

"I was young. I had to survive somehow."

“Sweetheart.” Joel took your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. “I’m not judging you. We’ve both done things to survive and not all of them were great or good. What matters is what we have now.” He swallowed hard and asked the question that really worried him. “Is this guy threatening you? What does he want?”

“I have no idea.” Tears sparkled in your eyes. “But I see him every time I leave the house. Sometimes I feel like he wants me to go south with him and…” your voice cracked.

You saw a grimace cross Joel’s face. A quick shadow passed over his eyes. “You know I would never do that, right? We’re family.”

He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, murmuring quietly, “I know, I know, sweetheart.”

"I… I ran away from him. Nathan was becoming more and more ruthless. FEDRA was on his heels, and I was taking risks with every step beyond the wall."

"Did he do something to you?"

You shook your head.

"Can he do something now?"

You couldn't answer. What was going on in Nathan's head was a mystery to you. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, and soon Joel's strong arms were around you.

“I’m scared he’ll do something stupid. Hurt you or Ellie…” You sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry I’m just now telling you this. I didn’t know… I thought he’d leave me alone, but he didn’t.”

Joel kissed the top of your head, stroking your shoulder, feeling the sobs that shook your body.

He couldn't tell what was going on inside him. So many thoughts and emotions were swirling inside him, and Joel was afraid of what would come of it. He would do anything to keep you safe, especially now, when you were more precious than anything else. And for Ellie.

He didn't know Nathan, but what you said was enough for him.

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[the-shedevil-writes]

Breathin' (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: You’ve always kept your anxiety to yourself, not wanting to burden your boyfriend, Bob, with the weight of it. The last thing you want is to be too much. But when Rooster’s birthday lands you in the middle of a loud and crowded bar, things spiral fast. Overstimulated and overwhelmed, you try to hold it together… until you can’t. WORD COUNT: 4.1k WARNINGS: Anxiety disorder. Panic attacks. Drinking. Character gets grabbed. NOTES: This is TOTALLY not based off my own anxiety disorder and panic attacks!!! Not AT ALL! Not even a little bit... (Okay maybe a little bit). Also I didn't know whether to keep it originally as my self insert character or make it X Reader. But I figured more people liked X reader... *shrug* Let me know what you think. MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3

It was a combination of things over the past year that caused Y/n to develop her general anxiety. The people and flings who had destroyed her self-worth. The struggles she had with self-care that were substantiated by her full-to-the-brim schedule. And her lack of a proper diet due to time constraints surely didn’t help. It was a beautiful cacophony of ingredients to force her to recover from a period of major (and daily) panic attacks. 

So by the time she and Bob had started dating, she felt this heavy burden on her shoulders. She decided that she would do anything to keep Bob out of it. He was her boyfriend, not her therapist, and she fully lived by that idea. Especially because they had only been together for five months. She didn’t want to scare him off. 

It’s not that she kept it a secret. Bob knew. He knew that she had been seeing a therapist, but she didn’t like talking about what they discussed, so he didn’t pry. He watched her chew the ends of her sleeves to oblivion and her nails to stubs. He watched as she would forget to eat and get headaches that were difficult to manage. So he did his best to help out behind the scenes. Suggesting a new restaurant for them to try on days she didn’t eat. Filling up her water bottle. Scratching her head and shoulders when she was tense. They had to be things she didn’t notice, otherwise she’d feel this overwhelming guilt. But he held a sense of pride in being able to notice her tells and signals.

It was Rooster’s birthday, and all he asked for was for the group to go with him downtown to a new bar. Of course, she and Bob weren’t going to miss it. It had been a long day for the both of them, but Rooster was practically family at this point. He deserved to have a fun night with his friends. 

She rationalized in her head as Bob struggled to find parking. It’s just a bar. It’s gonna be just like Hard Deck, and she’s been there plenty of times. She’s been to plenty of bars before. This one would be no different. 

Bob looked over at her, practically seeing the smoke coming out of her overthinking head. He reached over, grabbed her hand, and gave it a kiss. “You excited?” He asked, testing the waters.

She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. Excited to see Rooster drunk out of his mind tonight.” She joked.

He chuckled, finally finding a space in the very back. He backed the truck in, wrapping his arm around her headrest. His tongue stuck out slightly between his teeth as he focused. 

She sighed gently and grabbed a pocket mirror from her purse to check her makeup. Her lipstick was already cracking, so she dug in her purse for a lip gloss. Once he put the car in park, he looked over at her as she applied it. When she noticed his stare from the corner of her eye, she laughed.

“What?” She said, still checking her lips. 

“Nothing. Just admiring how pretty you are.” He said cheesily.

“Shut up.” She laughed, blushing. “Thank you.”

There was a small moment of silence as she rubbed her lips together and put her lipstick and mirror away. She looked over, surprised he wasn’t getting out of the car yet. 

“You ready?” 

He nodded, but sat there for a second before saying, “We don’t have to stay for long if you don’t want to.” He offered.

She looked at him, a little surprised and confused. “Do you not want to stay long?” 

He shrugged, “I don’t care much. But I know how you feel in new and loud places.” 

There it was. That sense of embarrassment bubbled in her chest. She didn’t wanna make him leave if he didn’t want to. And she felt that even if he was offering her an out right now, that couldn’t be his true feelings. What if he wanted to stay? What if he felt obligated to stay by her side? Bob was a good man. He would never leave her side if she so much as asked. But… she didn’t want him to feel stuck.

She shook her head. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a bar.”

He nodded, “Just say the word.” He said before taking the key out of the ignition and getting out of the car.

They walked down the busy downtown street. She held his hand as he led her through the crowd. Why did Rooster’s birthday have to be on an autumn Friday night? The avenue of bars was packed, and they hadn’t even made it to the bar yet. He squeezed her hand in reassurance without looking back, too focused on finding the clearest path and checking his text from Rooster that said they were outside. 

She spotted the tall mustache next to Hangman and Phoenix in line outside a big blue brick building. “Over there!” She yelled over the crowd.

Bob looked at where she pointed them out and nodded, adjusting his course that way. The three noticed them and cheered upon arrival. 

“There they are! We were getting worried!” Rooster announced.

She put on a smile, but she couldn’t help but note the tightness in her chest. Her vision felt blurred after whipping her head around the crowd so much. 

“Happy birthday, big guy.” She said, reaching up to hug him. 

Rooster hugged her, then hugged Bob after his greeting. 

“Glad you guys could make it.” He said, “Now, who’s ready to get demolished?”

They laughed, but both Bob and she knew they’d only have a few drinks. Neither of them liked to get too tipsy. Well, at least if they were going home together. They’d rather make good use of their time rather than drooling, passed out. Plus, Bob was driving; he’d have to sober up before the end of the night anyway. So he couldn’t ‘get demolished’ even if he wanted to.

As they drew closer to the door, the music was already blasting so loudly that it rumbled the sidewalk. They all made conversation, and she did her best to be part of it, but she wasn’t contributing as much as she normally would. She was so focused on trying not to seem distracted that, funnily enough, she ended up looking distracted. 

But luckily, the music was good. If the music wasn’t familiar, she’d already be a wreck. Music always grounded her in situations. And she became a mean drunk at parties with a bad playlist. 

She sang along to Mariah Carey’s ‘Fantasy’ and dramatically nodded to Bob as she sang all the words. He gently started singing along and bobbing his head as well, matching the energy. She giggled, and he looked down at her, relieved. 

Once they got their IDs checked and through the door, she looked around in the darkness. The space somehow managed to be huge and claustrophobic at the same time. With high ceilings and a crowded floor, it felt almost worse than outside. She tried to keep bobbing her head to the music and looking around at the green and pink lasers lighting the air. To the left of them was a glass bar lit up bright blue, and to their right was a retro-style arcade. Bob instantly looked at her with his jaw dropped, clearly excited to see the arcade, and she chuckled at how cute he looked. To the front of them was the dance floor that was packed with people jumping. This felt more like a nightclub than a bar, though these days there wasn’t much of a difference. But when she had heard that Rooster wanted to go to a new bar, she expected something closer to Hard Deck. She tried to keep her mind open. 

They miraculously found an open table to stand around.  

“Shots on me, for the birthday boy,” Hangman said, patting Rooster’s back, and he swatted him away jokingly. 

Shots? Was she about to take a shot? She looked over at Bob, but he was a little distracted by the spectacle of it all. Well, she could do it just this once for Rooster.

“Isn’t this place awesome?” Rooster yelled over the music.

She nodded. “It’s nice! Loud!”

They all laughed at that. 

“Sure ain’t Hard deck,” Phoenix commented.

After a few more minutes, Hangman came back, balancing a handful of shot glasses in his hands. Y/n quickly reached out, grabbing a few so they wouldn’t drop. 

“Have some faith in me, Y/n! I used to waiter.” He joked, passing out the shots.

She looked down at the liquid, unsure of what it was. “What is it?” She asked

“Just a Green Tea Shot. I was nice today.” Hangman said, and that instantly relieved her. Green Tea Shots were easy. They tasted good, and they didn’t consist of any vodka or tequila. “We gotta start out slow, then ramp our way up,” Hangman said, gesturing a ramp with his hands. 

“Remember, I’m driving, fellas. This is it for me.” Bob said.

Hangman and Rooster booed him jokingly. Though they’d never let him drink and drive, and would probably kill him before he did it with his girlfriend in the car.

“Why didn’t you get an Uber like a sane person?” Rooster asked.

Bob knew why. If something happened, he wanted to be there for her and be able to go straight home. He didn’t want the additional stress of realizing that Uber’s were forty dollars at 11 PM. It’s not like he wanted to drink anyway.

He shrugged. “I forgot-”

“Are we gonna take these shots or what?” Phoenix yelled out, making Y/n laugh as they had been holding their drinks for so long now. 

“Alright, ready?” Hangman raised his glass, “To Rooster! Happy Birthday!” 

Everybody else followed suit, yelling out ‘Happy Birthday!’. She took back the shot with ease. She used to do this all the time back in college. She used to party and go to bars every weekend. Dressing up and going out used to be her favorite thing to do. Yet now, when the bass of the speakers rocked through her whole body, she felt sick to her stomach.

After taking back the shot and a few celebratory cheers, she looked up at Bob. “Wanna look at the arcade?” She asked, already knowing his answer. 

His face lit up at that, and he nodded vigorously. He looked at the others. “We’re gonna go check out the games.” He announced.

The other three nodded. “We’re gonna drink some more. If you need to find us, we’ll probably be out dancing.” Rooster said.

Okay. That sounded like a good plan. She took Bob’s hand and they walked over to the section. It was a narrower hall, but there were much fewer people, and the speakers didn’t quite reach the area as hard. She was already sweaty, and she felt that sense of dread in her stomach, but this section of the bar felt a little better. 

She already knew what game he wanted to play first. Galaga. Bob was a secret nerd for retro games, and that was his favorite. He had an Atari 7800 plugged into his TV that he tried to hide from her during one of their first dates. He didn’t want to seem like a huge nerd, but that all faded away when they ended that date playing Pac-Man together until the early hours of the morning. 

She started leading him towards it, but Bob stopped in his tracks, pulling her back into him. She let out an “OOF” and a laugh as she bumped into his chest, looking up at him now. He smiled down at her as he cupped her face. But his expression turned serious for a second. 

“You doing okay?” He asked, brushing his thumbs over her hairline.

She took in a shaky breath. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m doing fine.” 

He tilted his head, almost unbelieving. “You sure?”

But now she was getting a little irritated. Why couldn’t he just leave it alone? Was she not doing a good enough job? Was she not being lively enough? Were people noticing?

“I’m fine, Bob. Seriously. Let’s go play some games.” She said sternly.

He looked into her eyes gently for a second, then smiled. “Okay, baby.” He said before kissing her quickly.

Bob played the first round of Galaga on his own, and she watched amused. She wasn’t even watching the screen for half the time. She just liked watching his focused face, like the one he made earlier when he was backing up the car. His lips slightly parted, and his brows furrowed down. The reflection of the pixel battleships lit up the lenses of his glasses. 

“You’re playing next.” He said, smiling mid-round. He knew that he could take a while playing this by himself, so he didn’t want to leave her out. 

“Bob!” She whined, “You know I’m the worst at this one.”

“I’ll show you.”

That’s how the next round she ended up in front of the machine, and he stood behind her. His hands overlapped hers on the joystick. She couldn’t stop the fit of giggles.

“Annnnd then you gotta go left left left left.” He said, nudging the joystick in her hands. She still did the same movements, but he could’ve totally just been the one in control. “Right right right right!” 

She laughed, so happy to just be with him. He rested his chin on her shoulder as they looked at the screen together. The little spaceship moved along with them. As the next round prepared, he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Stay focused!” She squealed, and for a moment, it was like all her anxiety had gone. Her tense heart and stomach relaxed. She didn’t feel nauseous or scared. It was the perfect distraction. 

After that round, Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix came by a little sweatier and a little more drunk.

“What’s up, nerds?” Hangman teased as they walked up.

She smiled, and Bob laughed at their disheveled appearance. 

“Well, you guys definitely hit the dance floor,” Bob noted.

“And three more tequila shots.” Phoenix nodded with closed eyes. That’s when Rooster looked down at Y/n. “Come on, let’s get you a drink, sister. Since you’ve got a DD tonight.” 

She hesitated, and she looked up at Bob nervously, but he must have misconstrued it as asking for permission.

“If you want to, you can.” He said, and it’s not like he would’ve told her no if she was asking in the first place. “I’m staying sober now.”

“Uh- I mean- Sure?” She said to the group, and how could she say no when they all cheered her like that? She smiled, but it felt like it didn’t quite reach her eyes. It was getting harder to block out the noise, and she was getting more tired. Maybe the drink would help loosen her up?

They all made their way over to the bar. 

“Going to the bathroom,” Bob said to her as they went up to order, and she nodded with a smile. She watched him walk off, trying to find it. 

Next thing she knew, Rooster had four shots of brown liquor on the bartop.

“What are we doing?” Phoenix asked, a little gone.

“Jagerbombs,” Rooster smirked.

Huh? She had never had that before. Hangman nodded in approval, and that made her worried now. Any drink approved by Jake Seresin should be seriously reviewed. But they were already holding their glasses up, and she didn’t want to ask. She grabbed her shot glass and quickly caught up. 

“To Y/n!” Rooster cheered. Oh god, to her?

She chuckled nauseously and threw back the shot, and was met with fire. She instantly started to cough once it went down. Rooster quickly patted her back.

“You good?”

She nodded. It had tasted like cough syrup mixed with sriracha. And it was somehow fizzy. “What was that?” She asked, her chest actually hurting now.

“A Jagerbomb. It’s like liqueur with redbull!” He shouted over the music.

“Oh!” Fuck. Caffeine was the last thing she needed in her system.

It’s okay. It was only two shots. She told herself. It took seven to bring you down, Freshman year. But that was… how long ago now?

“We should dance,” Phoenix said with wide eyes now, excitedly looking at her. The thought of that crowd made her chest feel like it was concaving in on itself. And she was still recovering from the horrible shot. But Phoenix looked so excited, and Rooster and Hangman were already walking their way over there.

She nodded and followed Phoenix to the crowded dance floor. It was then that she realized that they hadn’t played a song she knew in a while. The fun 2000s pop was now replaced by hardcore rap that she didn’t recognize. She tried to weave through the crowd, awkwardly moving to the beat so she could watch and support her friend. 

But now they were near the middle of the masses. She looked back to where she came from, and could just barely see past to the bar. Her heart pounded in her ears. Why was she gonna cry right now? Nothing was happening. She took in a shaky breath and tried to dance, but it was weirdly stilted.

Then someone shoved into her, and she fell forward with a yelp, just barely catching herself in her heels. 

“Hey!” She yelled, facing back, but the people had already gone. And when she turned back around, Phoenix was gone. Oh no. She looked around frantically. Sure, Phoenix could get lost in the crowd, but Rooster and Hangman had to be tall enough to be noticed. Yet… they were nowhere to be seen. 

Now her breathing picked up. She felt this sense of dread course through her whole body as her hands started to shake. Tears pricked her eyes, and the harder she tried to suppress them, the worse her chest tightened. People were pushing and pulling her, and she struggled to maintain her balance.

Then, at the worst possible moment, a complete drunkard came up behind her and wrapped his grubby hands around her hips. She quickly screamed and pushed him off of her. She wanted to yell and cuss him out, but she froze, and he just stumbled on with his eyes half-lidded.

She started to cry. Really cry now. Her hand pressed to her chest, and she could feel her heart racing against the bass of the music. She couldn’t gain a bearing on her surroundings, as she felt like she was on a teacup ride. Everywhere just looked like a blur of people and purple darkness. Shadows danced and engulfed her as the dance floor blinked rapidly with a strobe light effect. The most intense selection they could’ve made.  

Finally, after a panicked moment, she just started moving. She needed to go somewhere, whether it was the right direction or not, didn’t matter. Getting through the crowd was difficult as people bumped into her and shoved against her, going the opposite direction. When she finally appeared on the other side of a mass, she didn’t realize that Bob had spotted her. 

He quickly ran over to her, working his way through the crowd as fast as he could. When he reached her, she finally saw clearly through her tears enough to recognize his face, and she quickly shoved her face into his chest, crying. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Bob asked, worried, over the music.

She shook her head, frozen. Her lungs were on fire, as she could barely breathe. 

“Let’s go outside. Let’s get some fresh air.” He said, wrapping his arm around her.

They made their way out of the bar. He quickly sent a text to Rooster that they had to go outside and not to bother them with his free hand. 

The second they got into a clearing outside she sucked in a sharp inhale. As if she had been holding her breath that whole time. He walked her to a low brick wall a decent bit away from everybody else, and sat her down. The bumping music was much fainter now. It was like everything else was washing away to sea. 

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He reminded her.

She took in a shaky deep breath, just like her therapist had told her to do. Counting in her head. It was a basic exercise that everyone knew. But it sometimes managed to actually work.

“I-I’m so-” She stammered.

He tilted his head, confused.

“I’m so s-stupid.” She finally let out with a cry. Her face crumpled, and tears streamed down.

His eyes widened. “What?!” He asked, surprised, “No, you’re not. Baby, what on earth are you talking about?” “I used to be fun.” She whined, and she felt the two shots buzzing in her head. She swore she wasn’t that much of a lightweight. But she also didn’t know what the hell else was in that Jagerbomb. “Now- Now I’m just scared. Of everything. I-I don’t know what happened to me.” She sobbed.

He sat down next to her now, wrapping his arm around her. “You’re so fun.” He said softly, “You have a little anxiety, but that doesn’t mean you’re not fun.” He shushed.

She sniffled, “I got lost on the dance floor, and- and this guy like grabbed me and- It was like I couldn’t figure out where I was.”

He listened. Even though he wanted to interrogate her, find this douchebag and kill him. He just listened, scratching the back of her head. 

“And I couldn’t find anyone. And my heart hurt and my head-” She hiccuped.

“Take some more deep breaths for me.” Bob reminded her.

She nodded and listened to him. After a shivering breath, she wiped her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t even apologize. Never do for this sorta thing.” 

“But I ruined the night.”

He chuckled, and for some reason, that helped. “No, you didn’t. I got to go out and play Galaga with my girlfriend. That’s like… straight out of my dreams.”

That made her laugh, and in turn, they both loosened up. Now that the music was fainter, they could hear the nighttime crickets chirping and the soothing rush of cars on the distant freeway. A cool breeze came by, and she quickly huddled against him for warmth. He rubbed her arm, trying his best to warm her up despite them being in the sweatiest building ever ten minutes prior. 

“I didn’t want you to get roped into this.” She whispered into his shoulder.

He shook his head again, “Y/n, when I say that I want all of you. I really mean all of you. I actively want to take care of you. It’s not something I feel that I have to do.” He explained, looking down at her. He looked straight into her eyes, wanting to get the point across. “You’re my girl. I want to be there for you.” 

She looked at him, just shocked for a second, before burying her face back into his chest and sniffling. She nodded slowly, letting him know that she accepted it.

“Idea,” Bob started, squeezing her shoulder, “We go to my place. I plug the Atari into my bedroom, and we can play Pac-Man until you fall asleep.”

“But what about Rooster’s birthday?” She asked, hiccuping.

“I’ll go in and say bye for us while you sit in the car with the heater on. Need you to set up a good playlist for the drive home.” He stated this like it was a mission. “How does that sound?” 

She nodded, making eye contact again, and the sight broke his heart. Her teary eyes and red face. Her eyes were all big and droopy in an exhausted way. “That sounds good.” She said, Then suddenly her eyes widened as she lit up slightly, “Oh- and- and I left ice cream in your freezer last time.” She suggested.

He kissed her forehead. “Perfect.”

Lying in Bob’s warm sheets, she curled against Bob’s chest as they played. Her voice was still a little hoarse from all the crying and yelling, but a relaxed smile appeared on her face. Bob would look down and check on her from time to time to make sure that beautiful smile was still on. 

Once they both died, she let out an “Aw!” and put her controller down. He chuckled at her disappointment. He gently traced his fingers up the side of her arm. 

“Hey… I had a fun night tonight.” He reassured softly.

She looked up and nodded with a small smile. “Mine got better.” 

“I want you to tell me next time, okay? If you’re nervous or anxious.” He said, “I can help. Unless you really and truly don’t want it.”

She sighed and nodded. “Okay. I promise I will next time. Only if you promise to do the same.”

He chuckled. “Of course.”

[coldilikeit]

Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Female reader

Chapter 4- Can't hurt the Signal

*another huge timeskip

______________________________

After a few moments your shock dies down and you've accepted you've become a public figure

Then Duke walks in...

Duke walks in-

Duke.

Holy shit Duke is here!

He looks at you confused, of course they didn't introduce you "Hey.. you uhmm" he says awkwardly

"Oh I'm Bruce's other biological kid, but I'm a civilian, nice to meet you, so you're signal right?" You smile

"How...?"

"a new vigilante appears, Bruce gets another kid, come on, it's not rocket science"

"Oh! Good morning then! I'm actually pretty new to this thing and I'm a meta!" He smiles and sits right in front of you

Wow he's shining....

Mission #1359: Hurt Duke's feelings

A neglected reader is brash, she is reluctant to interact with her family members, she is jealous when Duke, someone who hasn't been in the family that long is accepted and loved, but you aren't

Time: till the end of breakfast

Penalty: Electrocution

"(Name)! This is you right!? Oh gosh, I've been hearing about you before Bruce got me!" He looks at the newspaper "see... Im- I'm an orphan-"

"Aren't half of you are?" You say

"y-yeah, okay, I actually work at daytime-"

"I know I saw you, so... How'd you end up here?"

"Like I said... I was an orphan, I actually had a pretty normal childhood, just uhm- can we not talk about this?" His eyes wince, you know that look, the pain is still raw

You can't press in, you know how he got here, you know how he lost his parents, and you can't

When you lost your Mom, you just wanted to forget about it, sure it was unhealthy but it was easier, you were lucky that the Waynes didn't care whether you were okay mentally and left you alone, they care about Duke and you can't make Duke face this

Fuck the penalty

"it was nice to meet you Duke" you go to your bedroom

"system?"

Yes?

"I can't do it- just give it to me"

Really? Very well

This was fine, it's not like it'll kill you, what's a second time being electrocuted? Right?

______________________________

"oh god!? Miss (Name), what happened you look like you got electrocuted!" Alfred grabs a hair brush and fixes your hair

"(Name)! Let's go! We'll be late for school!" Duke waves his hands, inside the car with Damian, Tim and Cass with Jason driving....

Fuck no.

You look away and continue walking, but a hand grabs the back of your jacket and pushes you inside the car "quit acting up" Dick smiled, but you can see annoyance in those eyes

"I'm not acting up!? When have I taken the car?!" You glare and pull away from him "Just get in." He grips your arm alarmingly tight and you're sure it's going to bruise

Duke tilts his head, are you two fighting? You and Dick feel his gaze and both of you reluctantly smile at each other

"You fucking bitch what the fuck are you doing?" You ask, Jason hears and turns around "You kiss your mother with that mouth?", you raise your brow "At least my mother loved me enough to kiss me"

"Just start the car Jay, don't mind the anchor" Damian glares

Well the facade of a happy family you and Dick tried to put is long gone, you hope that when they explain to Duke later they won't twist their words

Speaking of Duke, He looks confused, "What's wrong?, Did something happen?"

Mission 1360: BE SILENT

I can't believe I have to turn this into a mission, but a neglected reader should be silent, scared and obedient towards the family, I have been accepting of your crass attitude since it doesn't affect the missions, but what it does affect is the story, DO NOT TRY TO DEFEND YOURSELF

Time: the car ride

Penalty: Electrocution

"Maybe because the Princess here should just stop running her mouth, we're taking her in, but all she gave back is nothing. She's a bitch who thinks that all of us here are nothing but mental patients that belong in Arkham", Jason's grip on the wheels tighten

Fuck the mission, you're on a failing streak and you'd like to keep it

"And by the way you snap bones like they're sticks, say you hate criminals but befriend a drug addict, you do belong in Arkham" you feel bad about talking about Roy that way, Jason's probably not even sure how you knew about Roy

You feel the car start to run faster, he's not actually going to crash a car with the people he cares about right? You look around and see out of everyone in this car

If it does crash.

You're the only one who can't save yourself.

"Jason stop!" You hear Duke shout, and the car stops immediately, it would send you out of your seat if not for your seatbelt

"This is why I didn't wanna ride the car" you glare at them, you hide your hands inside the pockets of your jacket so they wouldn't see them shaking

You see that you're a block away from school and you take the chance to get the hell out of the car, "Wait! (Name)!" Duke yells, he turns to his family "What's going on!?"

______________________________

You didn't go to school yet.

You run into an empty alley, why?

Mission failed

That's why.

It's unhealthy that you are slowly starting to get used to the Electrocution

You pant and hold your heart and you sit down on the dirty concrete floor, your head is buzzing and your sweaty, your hands are shaking and you can see small zaps of electricity, you bit into your arm to muffle your screams

What the fuck are you doing, are you seriously choosing Electrocution over being insulted!?

"Didn't you want the hate meter to go up? Oh well it's UP!" You say

Not Duke's, he pities you

"You didn't say Duke was a part of this?, I thought it was only those guys!?"

That's why you needed to insult him earlier! So when you get insulted and called a bitch in the car, he'd understand you needed to be hated! But because you didn't, he now feels sorry for you and thinks the family is against you!

"The family is against me! Hello?? That's the main point of the story!"

Just- do you want the special reward or not?

"I don't even know what the special reward is!"

I can't tell you! Plus... Something's going to happen, one that can either make the hate meter go up or down, not to mention... There's a possibility the neglected reader can gain love, you can't let that happen, you'll lose the reward

"Whatever, their hatred meter is almost 100 anyway..."

But Duke can change that. You have to make him hate you as well, got it?

"Got it. Just promise me this 'special reward' is worth all of this"

It's worth more than all of this

You forgot about the newspaper.

"(Name)! You're a Wayne!??" One of your classmates came up to you

"Haha... Yeah" you laugh awkwardly

Another classmate goes near you "Why don't you use Bruce's surname?"

"Because I wanted to preserve my mom's memory" you smile

"why have I never seen you in one of the gala's

"I don't like parties" that's a lie you love them, you just don't get invited

The whole day was just you answering questions, you're partly grateful because the crowd prevented Duke to get you alone and talk about the shit show that happened in the car

When you thought it was over... You get called to the principal's office

"Miss (Name), would you like to be a student ambassador?"

(in my school, a student ambassador are students who promote the school, aka the kids you see in posters every time you see a "back to school" bill board)

"Why..?" You ask him

"Well... You are a charitable student, you're social and have good morals! You're already a model student" he says

You smile at him "Sir... I don't do this to be recognized, thank you for your offer but I'm afraid I'd have to decline"

You declined because when Dick was at school he was an ambassador, and right now so is Tim

You don't understand why he still goes to school, that guy is already the CEO

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Bruce looks at the newspaper

"helping others for years without her family knowing" he repeats

How did he not see this? Why didn't he notice that you've been helping Gotham out of your own pocket? The visits to the orphanage, the tutoring of children in poor neighborhoods

He feels guilty because he thought you were some spoiled kid who asked for too much

Now he's dreading you may have been right, the conversation two years ago...

"you're doing your best to make your already family comfortable by pretending I'm not here"

Oh god... Has he attended anything regarding you? Did he hold birthday galas for you?

He didn't

And by the way things are looking

You're perfectly fine without them.

He needs to change that

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Bruce feels like a failure.

Over the past three years he has failed to make any sort of connection with you, you seemed to be avoiding him?

And every time he does get ahold of you, you piss him off, he has to remind himself every time that he failed you as a father and he shouldn't give up on you

He tried calling you to his office and talking it out with you, he apologized for the way he treated you and that he regrets his actions but all he got was

"Do you think apologizing can make up for the years of neglect? And your children hate me, you're not going to risk them hating you as well by being nice to me, and you started this 'ignoring me' me thing, don't quit now" then you left his office

He tried throwing you a birthday party for your 13th, but you were nowhere to be found, at first he was angry, he placed so much effort into the gala only for you to not show up, you showed up late in the night and said you were out swimming with your friends, Bruce tried to yell at you, saying that you should've told him before going out and about somewhere

Then you said "How was I supposed to know you were going to celebrate my birthday? You never celebrated it before?"

Then you refused to spend your 15th with the family, specially after the incident at your 14th birthday party

Where Damian hid a small non-harming explosive in the cake and when you blew the candles out it exploded

He was going to scold Damian for that, but Barbara chimed in that this is the first time Damian played a prank and acted like a kid, was Bruce really going to punish him for having fun?

Bruce knew you had a violin concert, you invited no one but Alfred and Duke, at least you and Duke are getting along

He mourned the fact of not being able to attend your previous concerts, he bought tickets for him and the family

They were going to watch you

You were so talented... And too independent, too much of his liking, you were also kind and smart and people liked you

And he likes you too as well, you're his baby, his daughter

And he's going to do whatever to make you apart of this family

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Bruce: -100%

"Why the fuck does his hatred meter keep on going down????? What the fuck is happening?!?"

This is a problem

"Oh you think!?" You cry at the system

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Bruce: my daughter I'm sorry, let's be a family

Reader: WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO HIS HATRED METER

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Celoso // Damian Priest x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hellooo everyone, I had planned to put this out earlier in the day but something happened and it threw me pretty bad, but I still wanted to deliver. As always, happy readinggg!

Plot -> He doesn't want to see you with anyone else but him...

Pairings -> Damian Priest x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Friends to Lovers, Cursing, Jealous!Damian (Dom Mention lol), Choking, Spanking, Hickies, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F! Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.0k

“Hey, Y/N, I gotta talk with production real quick… you alright to wait here for a second?” Damian had brought you backstage for an episode of Raw in Brooklyn, which mostly meant you were following him around all night, but it was so cool to be in his world for the night and see your childhood best friend live his dream, becoming one of the biggest stars on the brand in the process. 

“Of course, Dames, I’ll be here!” He flashed you a smile and walked off with someone, leaving you to fend for yourself for the time being. You pulled out your phone and scrolled through socials, making sure to respond to some messages from family and friends. X always provided you with some entertainment, especially on the wrestling side of the app, so you scrolled through some of the Damian fan accounts, liking some tweets here and there.

“Y/N! Is that you?” You snap your head up to find Dominik Mysterio, who was making his way over to you. Now, you weren’t gonna lie, after you met him last year when Damian was still in The Judgement Day you had developed a little bit of a crush on him. He was for sure attractive, but he was so laid back as well and you loved that. You didn’t dare tell Damian though, he’s been weird with crushes you had since you were kids, and after all you just thought Dom was cute- it’s not like it’d ever go anywhere.

“Dom, hey! How have you been,” you extended your arms out and wrapped them around his waist for a hug, staying there for a few moments before backing away. 

“I’m good, I’m good! I didn’t know you were in town tonight, it’s great to see you!”

“Dom… I live here, of course I’m in town,” you chuckled as he blushed, forgetting you were a Brooklyn native.

“Oh, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “well hey! I’m staying here an extra day, I’ve got some press stuff to do but afterwards I was thinking we could go get some drinks? It’d be nice to spend some time with you, catch up for a bit…” he trailed off, giving you his trademark smirk letting you know he’s (most likely) up to no good. It was your turn to blush now, looking up at him as he scanned you from head to toe. 

“Um… yeah, I think I’m free tomorrow. I’ll just give you my number so you can text me when you’re done with your interviews and such. There’s this place I know near my apartment, they’ve got really good drinks and some decent food in case we get hungry. I’ll send it to you,” you smiled, taking his phone from his hand and inputting your number before handing it back to him, your hands brushing as you exchanged the phone. That simple touch sent a shock through your body as you looked up at him, sensing he felt the same thing. 

“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he walked backwards, still looking at you and whispered, “te ves bien esta noche, ángel1.” You blushed again at his words while he winked at you and walked off. You leaned back against the wall, sighing contently at the exchange, and noticed Damian standing to the side looking… upset? Sensing his foul mood, you made your way over to him. 

“Hey, there you are! Everything okay? Did the meeting go well?” He nodded, still staring off into the distance as you waved your hand in his face. “Earth to Damian, you sure you’re good?” 

“Yeah. m’fine, What’d he want?” He signaled to Dom, who was walking down the hallway.

“Oh, nothing super important, he just asked if I was free tomorrow to get drinks so I gave him my number so we could meet up. Haven’t seen him in like a year, so it’ll be fun to catch up,” The smile on your face dwindled as you noticed Damian seemed to be getting more and more irritated the more you brought Dom up.

“Sucio…” 

“Huh?” You thought you heard him mutter something under his breath.

“Nothing, let’s get outta here. You ready?” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you both out of the arena and to his car to head to your place, watching him closely as he drove. The arena wasn’t too far from your apartment, so you and Damian were able to get there and get settled in pretty quickly. The two of you were seated on your couch, beers in hand as you two talked about the night.

“Amor, don’t get me wrong, Dom’s my brother… but he’s a player. Seriously, that whole ‘Dirty Dom’ thing you see is real. I just don’t want you to get hurt, ‘cuz then I’d have to kick his ass forreal.”

“Dames, c’mon, it’s not even like that. We’re just catching up, that’s it.”

“You sure about that? Y/N, please don’t be stupid, he was basically fucking you with his eyes…” you smacked his arm gently, cutting him off.

“Hey! Chill, he wasn't, he's just… friendlier than most, I guess. And besides, is it really a bad thing if it is a date?” Damian’s entire demeanor shifted. “I mean, I haven’t gone out with a guy in over a year… maybe it’s time to do something about that? I’ve been pretty lonely, Damian, I don’t exactly have you around all the time…”

“What, and you think Dom can help you with that?”

“Well, I-” he cuts you off, his deep voice getting more and more intense with every second.

“You think Dom can keep you company better than I could? Treat you better than I could? Love you better than I could?” You furrow your brows at him, confused as to why he’s making this all such a big deal.

“Jesus, Dame, you act like you’d be losing me if I were with Dom. Newsflash, you wouldn’t, so why the fuck are you freaking out on me right now?” Damian sighed, setting his beer down and rubbing his temples in frustration.

“Y/N, you just don’t get it…”

“Well then make me understand, Damian. You’re sitting here mad at me because Dom asked me to go get drinks and I just don’t get it. You’re supposed to be happy for me, I’m finally putting myself out there again and as my best frie-”

“It’s just that, Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend anymore, okay? He estado enamorado de ti desde que éramos niños.2 All these years, I’ve waited and waited but I’m tired of waiting, Y/N, I want you. More than anything in this world,” he paused to watch your reaction, as you sat shocked. All this time, he’s been in love with me?

“The thought of you going out with Dom, being with him, letting him touch you? It makes me sick, mi amor, because it should be me. It should be me touching you…” he pushes a stray hair behind your ear, “loving you…” his fingers dance along your jaw and cup your cheek, “tell me you feel it too, please, I know you do.”

“D-Dames, I-,” you stutter out, still trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. Damian sighs, removing his hand from your face and distancing himself, placing his hands on his knees before standing himself up.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I understand…” he trailed off. “I think it might be best if I head home, give us both some time to think about things. I’ll see you later.” Damian heads towards the door, head down as he drags himself to leave. You realize you’re about to let the best thing to ever happen to you walk out, so you stand up and run over to him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to turn him around. Your hands grab his face and pull him down to meet your lips, his hands wrapping around your waist instinctively. You pull away from him, hands still on his face and looking into his eyes. “Dames, I’ve always loved you, I just never thought you did too.” You confessed, blushing as you did so, “but I promised Dom I’d go out for drinks with him. I can’t just cancel on him, we’re fr-” 

“Still thinking about Dom…” Damian closes the distance between you too, bodies dangerously close, “Baby, you won’t be able to remember his name after I’m done with you…  only name that’s gonna be coming from those pretty little lips of yours,” his lips hovered over your own as he growled, “is mine.” He crashes his lips into yours, snaking his hands up your torso and removing your shirt before removing his own. The kiss was intoxicating, your mind feeling fuzzy as you wrapped your arms around his neck and walking the two of you backwards. Your back hits the wall with a soft thud, making you gasp which allows Damian’s tongue to slip inside and assert its power over you. His fingers trailed along your sides and wove themselves into the waistline of your pants, tugging on the clothing to undo the button. You reached your hands down between you, allowing him to step back as you removed your bottoms and tossed them to the side.

“Fuck, Y/N, tu cuerpo es una obra de arte. C’mere.” Damian pulls you to him and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you effortlessly to your bedroom. You giggled, playfully kicking your feet and trying to ‘get away’ but Damian’s grip on you remained firm as he placed a smack to your ass making you bury your head in his shoulder as he rubbed the smooth skin and walked you to the foot of your bed. He laid you down before taking his jeans off and climbing on the bed with you, pulling you on top of him and pulling you back in for another kiss. You were straddling him, your hips grinding against him. He hissed against your lips, feeling your wet pussy soak through your panties and onto his growing bulge. The movement of your hips was driving him wild, but more wild were his imaginations of you sinking down on his cock and moving your hips like that while he was buried inside you. He would hold onto that thought, flipping you two over and targeting the sensitive skin on your neck. He bit and sucked the flesh hard, drawing bruises to the surface without a doubt. The intensity in which he worked on you had you spiraling- your mind was hazy and the soft moans being elicited from your mouth were beginning to grow louder. He continued his descent downwards, being sure to kiss, bruise, and nip at your breasts and sternum as he traveled downward. His face was finally level with where you craved him most, and luckily for you he was in no mood for games. He took the delicate material of your panties in his hands and ripped them, the cloth now coming off with ease as your pussy clenched at the sight. He chuckled, admiring your pussy and watching it pulse in ways he knew only he could make it do.

“Oh, baby, she’s so ready for me already,” he brings his right hand to your folds and collects your juices on his fingers, placing them in his mouth and moaning at your taste. “So fuckin’ sweet for me too. Pretty pussy knows who her Papi is, doesn’t she?” You moan at his words, whining as he teases you with his fingers. “Whose pussy is this, nena?” 

“Y-yours, it’s yours…” you moaned but Damian, not satisfied, delivers a gentle smack to the front of your pussy, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, rubbing you to ease the sting from his hand. “You must’ve misunderstood.. I said… whose pussy is this, baby?” He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs circles, your back arching at his motions. “Mmm, fuck, it-it’s yours, Papi. All yours. Please…” you whimper. “So much better, baby,” he groans and lowers his head, allowing your thighs to wrap around it as his tongue and fingers conduct you to your orgasm like a symphony. The torturous pace of his tongue compared to the pace of his fingers was sending you completely over the edge, your body shaking as he coaxed you to cumming on his fingers. He cleaned you with his mouth, savoring your taste on his tongue as he brought himself back to your level. You kissed him passionately, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning into his mouth. You flipped the two of you over to straddle him again as you kissed down his chest, desperately wanting to return the favor. You bring yourself level to the bulge aching in his boxers that desperately wants release and lace your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down. His cock springs free and rests against his lower stomach, bigger than anyone else you’ve been with. You gasp at the sight. “Y-you’re s-so big..” you mumble, keeping your eyes glued to his length. He chuckled, cupping your face and bringing you to look up at him. 

“You like what you see? Hmm?” You nod, biting your bottom lip and taking him in your hand. You pump him slowly, spitting on his dick and teasing the tip with light sucks. He grips your hair and pulls down while you look up at him, lifting your chin and letting your mouth fall open. “Papi don’t like you teasin’ me like this, pretty girl,” he groaned at the sight of you before him, so desperate for him. “M’gonna have to fuck that outta you, you understand?” 

“Y-yes, Papi,” you whispered. He winks at you as he slides his cock into your open mouth, your lips tightening around him as he thrusts himself into your throat. He sits up, getting leverage before tightening the grip on your hair and fucking your throat with no mercy. He moans your name loudly, eyes glazed over watching as a trail of saliva dribbles down your chin as your eyes water from his work on your throat. He slows down, pulling out of your mouth as his hand grips his length.

“Mmm, come sit on this dick, princesa.” You crawl up to him and swing your leg over to straddle him, wrapping your fingers around him and rubbing his tip along your entrance. Damian’s hands settle at your waist as you rub yourself on him, before sinking down on his cock. You both throw your heads back in pleasure and moan as he slowly bottoms out inside you. You grind your hips on him, your clit brushing on his pelvic bone, and you whimper his name. Your slow grinds pick up as you lose yourself in the feeling of Damian filling you that you grab hold of the headboard and fuck yourself on his dick. Sounds of your ass slapping against his thighs fill the room as you chase your orgasm, as Damian pulls you down to him and wraps his arms around you while thrusting into you from below you. Your moans turn to screams as you bite down on his shoulder, trying hard not to completely fall apart on him. 

“F-fuckkk, Dames. M’so close.. I’m gonna-” Before you finish your thought he throws you off of him, pulling you to your hands and knees before roughly slamming into you from behind. He delivers harsh slaps to your ass as he fucks you mercilessly.

“You think Dom can make you feel this good?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as you moan for him, arching your back and allowing him to go deeper. “You think he can touch you like I can? Dime, cariño, could Dom fuck you this good?” He grabs you by the neck now, lightly squeezing as he pulls you flush against his chest and continues to pound into you from behind. “Answer Papi like a good girl,” he growled in your ear.

“Oh fuckkk, no no no. Only you, Papi. I’m all yours, Dames. Only you can make me- oh my god, I’m so close… please, Papi, please let me cum…” you begged for him, pleading for your release as Damian continued to drill into you.

“Shiiiiit, fuck Y/N- go ahead, baby. Cum all over Papi’s dick.” And with his words your orgasm comes crashing down on you, you shake in his arms as you release all over his cock, moaning Damian’s name over and over as you come down. Damian follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your pussy and moaning your name into your neck, planting kisses along your neck and shoulder. He pulls out of you, collapsing next to you and opening his arms for you to rest your head on his chest.

Damian was woken up by the sound of a phone ringing. He blinked his eyes open, seeing you were in a deep and peaceful sleep. You were not waking up. He realizes it’s your phone so he picks it up to turn it off, but sees the caller ID and stops. Dom.

He slides his thumb across to answer the call. “Hey, Y/N! I wanted to let you know I’m done wi-”

“Oye, Y/N’s not going out tonight, está ocupada conmigo… oh, and Dom,” he paused, glancing over at you and watching you sleep soundly beside him, “borra su número antes de que tengamos un problema.” Damian hangs up before Dom can speak, setting your phone to the side and cuddling into you once more before falling back asleep himself.

[idyllwave]

blindsided pt 1

simon ghost riley x fem!reader

summary | you're blind and haven't realized that you were in the apocalypse. thankfully, some military men point that fact out to you.

original drabble

pt 2

Your alarm blared loudly causing you to groan and reach for it. You fumbled for a hot minute, but managed to hit the off button before sitting up. You were forever grateful that your mother set up your alarm for you since you didn’t have the eyes to do it yourself. Well, you had eyes, of course, you were just blind.

Yawning slightly, you moved so that you were sitting on the edge of your bed, your feet planted on the ground. And the moment you did that your could hear the faint pitter-patter of your beloved service dog, Bob.

Bob was a chill and quiet dog, only ever barked and pulled roughly at you when a car was speeding towards you. And Bob was smart. Too smart, in fact, cause he always growled and showed his teeth when someone would flip him the middle finger for shits and giggles. He didn’t like the disrespect.

“Do you know what today is?!”

You felt your dog jump, his front paws landing in your lap as he leaned in and licked your cheek.

“That’s right, buddy! Grocery store today!”

Bob jumped off of you as you stood up, your feet shuffling a bit as you reached for your trusty walking stick.

“Let’s get ready and beat the morning rush, yeah?”

You could feel Bob’s tail happily hit against you before he trotted off to the kitchen, you smiling as you followed after.

Your morning routine was simple. Hit your pinky toe a few times, hope to god the clothes you put on aren’t inside out or backwards, pop in some toast and maybe even indulge in some pancakes, while also being sure to feed Bob. Then, if you have to go somewhere, strap Bob into his harness, get your shoes and socks on and head on right out the door (while being sure to not forget your wallet in the process).

“I hope the store isn't ’t so bad,” you said as you locked your front door before turning to walk down your sidewalk, “and that the busses aren’t crowded…,” you shivered at the memory of having a bunch of snot nosed brats petting your service dog while also being forced to stand in the overcrowded vehicle.

And as soon as you reached the end of your driveway, you heard a large crash from the house in front of you, most likely Jerry knocking over his trashcan again. Ugh… Jerry. The man was annoying as hell, and a pervert.

Just because you were blind doesn’t mean you couldn’t feel his stare on you. It gave you the creeps!

“The hell?”

Stopping you heard hurried footsteps coming towards you from Jerry’s house, your lips immediately setting into a tight line. I swear, if he is going to try and touch me again-

The moment you felt his hands grab you, you tightened your grip on your walking stick/cane and swung it down hard on his ankle. You were surprised he didn’t let our a pained scream instead of a loud groan, but was satisfied when you heard him fall to the ground and let you go.

“Sorry about your ankle Jerry, but I did warn you about touching me and grabbing me like that. Put some ice on it, and, God, take a shower. You smell like a rotting corpse!”

Crinkling your nose, Bob got the message and started walking in the direction of the main street towards the doctor’s office. Unbeknownst to you though… Jerry had gotten up and started to hobble after you, albeit slowly. But you were already far away from him to notice or care. If he had something to say to you then it better be an apology. Other than that, you weren’t interested.

After a few more minutes of walking, your dog stopped causing you to smile.

“Finally made it to the bus stop.”

You released a sigh of relief as you stood there for a few minutes. Bob sat down next to your feet. And as you waited at the bus stop, you started to get antsy. Usually other people would start to wait with you, but it must be a slow day, or… you missed the bus. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.

Then your phone dinged, signaling you that you were going to be late for the bus if you didn’t get a move on. (Your mother helped you set up alarms for when the bus stops.)

“Darn it,” you muttered, “guess I missed the bus. Come on, Bob, let’s get going.”

Pulling the leash a bit, your dog got up and started walking again. And as you walked and got out the neighborhood and more into the city, you found that everywhere was more… trashy. It was weird. It was like you were walking over more things than you typically would.

You tried to ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach, something that Bob easily took notice of as he stopped so you could catch your breath. You don’t know what’s going on with you today. Was it just nerves?

Shaking your head, you fumbled a moment before finding Bob’s head and giving him a gentle pat between the ears, “let’s… let’s just go to the small gas station shop instead, yeah?”

Bob let out a quiet woof as he started walking again, presumably to the small little gas station instead of the grocery store. Your doctor always told you to take things easy if you felt something was off after all.

And after one more block, Bob stopped in front of the door to the gas station. It was odd that there weren’t any cars trying to fill up during the morning rush, but you decided not to think about it.

“Morning, tommy!”

Your voice rang out when you opened the door (after embarrassingly missing the handle a couple of times), but surprisingly Tommy didn’t answer. Instead, you heard a loud thump in the back.

He must be in the storage closet; you thought with a grin.

“Come on, Bob.”

You tugged gently on his harness as you went through the various shelves. Frowning every now and then when you felt how little the supply was with your cane, “what the-?”

You stopped for a moment, “Hey, Tommy! Where is everything? Did you forget to restock?”

You had called out to him again, but instead of an answer, you hear another loud thump and rolled your eyes.

“Let’s just find what we can, Bob.”

You managed to snag a bag of chips, some tampons, and even a few more extra snacks and two small bags of dog food. Bob would always woof once for good products or two times for no, put that back. You always wondered how Bob got so smart, but you were thankful, nonetheless.

Then, going to the counter, you didn’t bother to wait for Tommy as you went behind it and bagged your items yourself after ringing them up and getting exact change out of your wallet. Your bills and such were stamped with brail, so that way you could tell if you were handing someone a dollar or a twenty, deciding not to fiddle with the cash register, you placed twenty-five on the counter.

“Money’s by the cash register,” you called out but was only greeted with an even louder thump from the storage closet. Shrugging, you folded your cane and slipped it into one of the plastic bags and slung them over your shoulder while opening one of the chip bags you got.

Popping a chip in your mouth you tugged the harness with your free hand, “let’s go home, Bob.”

Bob let out a small woof and tugged you to the door.

“Man, these are some pretty good chips. Here, try some!”

You flicked a piece up in the air, and not a moment later did you hear Bob snap at it and crunch it between his teeth. You could feel how his tail wagged when being granted the chip. It made you grin.

Meanwhile, four men were on the other side of the street. All of them decked out in military gear.

“Not a single living person in this whole damn city!”

“Quiet, Soap.”

“But-“

As Soap was bickering with their Captain for the tenth time that day, Ghost found his mind wandering. A part of himself still unbelieving that this situation exists. Just a month ago he was on deployment. He didn’t expect to come back to this.

Though, his thoughts were soon interrupted when he glanced across the street towards the little mart, the door opening wide as a dog walked out first followed by some.. girl? Fucking hell.

He glanced towards Price who got the message, and looked to where Ghost had his sights on.

“Soap, you’re about to eat those words.”

Soap finally looking to where everyone else was including Gaz, brightened almost immediately at the sight of you.

“I’ll be damned,” he said as he raised his arm up to wave, “hey, you! Lass with the dog!”

Minding your own business, you didn’t expect to be called out to. Especially by someone with such a weird accent-

You turned, “uhhh- yeah?”

You tried to muster up a voice loud enough in hopes that they heard you.

“Ye blind lass? We’re over here!”

You couldn’t stop the heat of embarrassment cross over your features as you still couldn’t tell which way his voice was shouting at you from except from the fact that he was somewhere behind you.

“Actually,” you called back out, “I am!”

“You’re what?”

“I’m blind!”

There was a heavy silence that followed and thinking that you have successfully turned down someone catcalling you, you turned back in the direction of your home and motioned for Bob to move again.

“Hold up!”

You frowned when you felt this person grab your shoulder, the way his grip felt sending a jolt through your body momentarily. This guy was stronger than Jerry, your walking stick probably won’t even leave a bruise if you try to hit him. Not that you could, though, since you put your cane in one of your plastic bags.

Bob let out a small growl, you didn’t need eyes to see that his was raised into a mohawk.

“Listen, I’m just trying to get home. I’m not in the mood to get mugged or anything like that, and- and if you do try something my dog will bite.”

Wrong, Bob was sweet. Sure he growled at aggressive people but he wouldn’t hurt anyone. He was a service dog, and a violent service dog wasn’t a good one. (You begged to differ, especially in situations like these-)

“Soap, let her go.”

The grip on your shoulder quickly disappeared as soon a the new voice popped in. Ok, so there are two guys.

“Sorry to frighten you love, but seeing you out here just through us off guard was all.”

You scrunched your face up, “why? It’s natural to go outside, isn’t?”

You didn’t realize that they looked amongst each other until a new voice popped up, this one a bit rougher than the others, “do you know what is even going on around you?”

You furrowed your brow, “no?”

Three guys. Ok so there are three men-

“Love, it’s an apocalypse.”

Four men-

You shook your head at that, “the what now?! That’s- that’s impossible! I mean, just earlier I hit Jerry in the ankle-“

“You mean the zombie that’s slowly hobbling towards us?”

“Pervert Jerry is a zombie?!”

You wished that you stayed in bed this morning. Cause like, what the hell?!

[midnite-c6]

Hear me out. Pink Guard Reader (any shape guard; triangle/square/circle) who watches the contestants of this horrendous game fight for the money that glows above them and their own survival for it. Pink Guard Reader who notices two particular contestants, Nam-Gyu and Thanos. Both of them seemingly seem to stand out amongst all the players since everyone seems to be taking these games seriously besides those two, mainly. You keep a watchful eye upon them (and perhaps, sneakily help them in some situations...maybe, saving their lives at one point...?) and it doesn't take for one of them to notice and inform the other. And they now keep a particular eye on you, and perhaps, when they see you standing alone in a certain area with your pink guard uniform and mask..IDK, PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

guys tables turned!!! tthank thank..tjanks for sharing to the class hahahahahah PURRRRR. omg the way theyd absolutely look down on u bcuz like ure the one supposed to kill them and be evil so why r u being so nice? (they take advantage of this ofc) 🫶🏻

thanos & namgyu x pinkguard!reader warnings: 18+, DARK content, dubcon

つ⁠｡⁠☆ you were just so intrigued by them! i mean, they were literally treating the games like... games. no deaths, no consequences, just fun! they were insane. you liked insane, tho. you'd even save them in the game mingle. unfairly killing other players. you wanted them to live because.. you were bored, and they kept the games fun, anyways.

it was now dinner time, when the two guys would line up for their own share of food, thanos would notice it was you! the same guard that saved them since the button on your jacket was slightly broken,, "my bro, can i get extra?" he'd press his hands together, and you'd happily give him extra because, why not? nam-gyu was just behind him, asking the same, he'd even give a polite thank you.

both of them noticed how they were the only ones getting unfair advantages, so when everyone's too busy with their food or talking to their groups, they walk up to you, as you were standing guard next to the bathrooms. you couldn't speak, since you'd be scolded to talk without permission, but the two have got nothing to lose, and they'd make it their life's goal to bother you. "pst. triangleee facee. talk to us!" thanos would poke you, his other hand occupied by the extra milk you gave him earlier. "ah, this dude's boring."

thanos would even offer the small pills inside his cross necklace, you politely decline. simply shaking your head. "do you think there's a person inside there?" nam-gyu would press on your mask as he wonders, "you're right! what if this guy is just a robot..? shiit. technology is getting good." nam-gyu would stare at you intently, trying to find something underneath that mask. he'd take his hands to touch your chest and stomach, in search of any indications on your body, of course, the touch makes you jolt. you immediately point your gun at him. "woah, woah ..my bad." he says as he puts both of his hands up. "ah, fuck dude you angered him!" they'd both laugh, and you lower your firearm. "so it must be a human." thanos would get all up in your face. "hey, tell me, man, why'd you save us?" you can't answer. "why can't you speaaak??" he was getting frustrated, clearly. you'd only turn your face to the guard with a square on his mask, signaling him as your superior. "i think if he talks, that guy would get mad." "ohhh yeah no shit, dude." and before you could react, thanos quickly pulls you to the mens bathroom, guess you have no choice but to speak now..

"there! surely you could speak now!" he exclaims and after a few seconds of contemplating, you would speak, although the voice is distorted , "that's correct."

"take off your mask then." such a straight-forward request, but you'd do it with no protest, you're just the same as them, nothing to lose. once you've lifted your mask to rest ontop of your head, you'd happily breathe in the cold air. the two stares at you dumbfoundedly. "fuck dude, your pills are starting to make me go crazy." "me too bro!!" "is it just me or are you also seeing a chick?" player 124 would rub his eyes with his hands. "what the fuuuuuuuuck." you'd only snort at their comments. "hey! you've been shootin' people , huh?" the purple-haired one would scold, "is there something wrong with that?" nam-gyu chuckles, "bet she looked hot doing it, to be honest." thanos touches your face with his hand. "you're like.. a guardian angel to us." you're embarrassed honestly, it was such an awkward moment. they'd both look at each other at that moment, reaching to some kind of decision, "hell yea, do i wanna fuck my guardian angel."

nsfw below!!-> 💘

"mmph-. god. fucking a murderer feels crazy." thanos happily blurts out in groans, as he pushes heavily inside you, putting in all his weight , balls deep inside your pussy. you couldn't moan out, with nam-gyu's cock shoved down your throat, his pace was much more abusive and mean than thanos', bruising your poor throat. they didn't even bother to go inside a stall, instead deciding to be right in the middle of the mens bathroom, where your suit was pushed to the side. they'd keep the gun slinged to your body, and your mask still slightly lifted up from your face, the mask stays on, what a hot image. the one thrusting inside your cunt was ecstatic, like he was so pent up he'd thank the gods he could put it all out inside you. "awwh.. pretty pink guard.." he would tuck your hair behind your ears, your forehead dripping with sweat. "pretty pink pussy n' all. you're so evil.." nam-gyu would also thrust far too deep, making you gag, your hands would grip on player 124's legs, letting him know that he was going too rough! and for what! "you're tough, i'm sure you can take it." and he goes even faster! it was like they were punishing you for only doing your job, not even bothering to say thank you for saving them :(

...sadly, the rules are strict when it comes to being a guard. and you've been gone for way too long, atleast you went out with a bang! literally.

I MADE THIS SO SILLY 😭🙏🏻. guys sorry mah brain nawt working LOLs but they can do it day and night every position until i learn fluent korean fr. born to ride both forced to only write and read for them😿 maybe i make masterlist after this 🤨

[selfproclaimed-moviecritic]

From Across the Hall- Doctor Robby x Reader: Part One

Summary - You accidentally try to get into your neighbor's apartment when you mistake it for your own after a night out. Our beloved Doctor notices you have a few cuts that need mending. While taking care of you, things become a little...heated.

Warnings: *I will be adding warnings as I go, this part of the series doesn't contain any smut but it WILL in the future*. AU, blood, idk some medical stuff, mention of witnessed homophobia (not experienced by reader), mild violence, reader has tattoos, dirty thoughts from reader, one singular use of Y/N (there will not be more in future parts), Robby uses a nickname for reader, verbal praise (he calls her a good girl a few times), mild dirty talk, kind of a darker Robby if you ask me, MILD manhandling at one point, Reader can be any size, race, ethnicity, gender, etc! Robby insinuates reader could use her body to repay him(??) not sure how to tag that one. TBH This one is pretty tame but I had to set the stage everyone ok bear with me it'll be FILTHY in the next one.

Authors Notes: I am new to the fandom and this man has taken over my brain the last few days!! I have written a few fics (couple of one shots) before but I'm venturing into the multiple part territory. I'm excited to write this filth! Shout out to @toxicanonymity for inspiring and encouraging me always, this would not exist without her! Enjoy!!

As Dr. Michael Robinavitch (or as many people called him, "Robby") sank into the couch after his 12 hr shift he wondered what he should watch this evening. Something fun and positive or something darker to match his current mood? As he flipped through the various streaming services, feeling like on autopilot as the choices were becoming seemingly endless, he heard his door handle begin to jiggle. He turned his head around to see it slowly turning back and forth. He heard a female voice curse from outside the door. He raised an eyebrow and got up from the couch. He peered through the peephole to find a very confused looking woman trying to get through the door. He unlocked the door, and opened it. 

"Birdie?". You jump a little, and snap your head up towards the door. You had been trying to detangle your keys and keychains from each other. "Oh! Dr. Robby. I'm so sorry. I....I thought this was my apartment." you force a laugh. "I wasn't paying attention, I'm so sorry to bother you!" You go to turn away but Robby gently grabs your forearm. "Woah woah. Birdie you're bleeding!" His dark brown eyes scanning your body with concern. You look down to see your busted up knee. The blood slowly seeping out from the torn nylons. Then you remember your lip is bleeding too.

"Oh yeah.....I kinda got into a fight at the bar." You shrug. The adrenaline must still be flowing through your veins because you hadn't really felt anything yet. Robbys eyes widen. "Shit Birdie, didn't really think you were the fighting type." He looks you up and down to check you out again, then releases your arm. "Um. Yeah me neither." You laugh a little and smile. "Well hold on now, let me take a look at you." He says with a slight worry in his voice. You put your hand up "No it's ok, I bothered you enough this evening. It's just a scraped knee and some small cuts. Nothing I can't handle." He gave you a look that said him checking you over wasn't optional. "Please Birdie, I insist." 

He met you over at your apartment with his First Aid kit. Which, of course, was full of things typical first aid kits would have like Lidocaine, various sizes of bandages, syringes, suture kits, specialized burn creams. "Which room has the best lighting? I gotta be able to see what I'm working with" he says firmly. You gesture to the dining room. "Probably over there, it has good over head lighting" He follows you over and you sit down on a chair next to the table. Robbie gets to his knees in front of you. As he crouches, he lets out a small grunt, signaling to you his knees probably aren't what they used to be. 

"Alright, can you take your nylons off for me? But only to your mid thigh. I can do the rest." He sets both his hands on either side of your thighs, looking up into your eyes. You nod, and you feel something stir in your lower abdomen at the sight of him kneeling in front of you. His dark, serious eyes piercing you to the chair. You nod, and reach up under your tight, black dress. Lifting your hips a little, peeling the nylons down your body until you reach where he instructed. Robbys eyes watch your every movement. 

Your nylons are at your mid thigh and he puts a hand up signaling to stop. You pause. "I've got it from here Birdie." He mumbles. His large hands coming up to slowly roll the rest of them down towards your knees. He sighs. "How did you get into this mess?" He reaches down and gently grabs your left ankle, placing your left foot on top of his thigh to sturdy your leg against himself and the chair. You gaze down at him, his fingers working expertly to peel the nylons away from your wound. Ever so careful to try and not get them stuck in the cut. 

"Well, originally my friends and I were celebrating Pride at Pitt. Then afterwards we went to the one goth club. Hence- You pause for a second. "Why I'm dressed like this." You motion towards your outfit. He looks up at you, then down again at your body. The dress you wore was tight, accentuating your curves. There was a zipper that ran down the front, right in the dead center. It started from the bottom of the dress, to the very top, right to the collar. The rest of the dress was adorned with various small spikes and chains. Robbys eyes traveled to your chest, where they lingered for a moment. You just now realized that earlier, you had lowered the zipper to about your mid chest, so your tits were spilling out slightly. You blushed. Robby smirked, shook his head, and his eyes went back to the task at hand.

"Anyways we went to a bar after the goth club. At the bar, I heard this girl calling my friend a slur. I don't stand for that shit." Robby nodded, his fingers had worked your nylons past your cut. He quickly slipped them down the rest of your leg, and off your feet. He tossed them to the side. The blood had run down your left leg, causing quite a mess down your shin and calf. He took a wet wipe, and gently cleaned down your calf and leg. The dried blood coming off finally. His big, warm hand holding you in place. He quickly finished, and was inspecting the wound now. "And then what happened?" "Well I had a few choice words with her and she didn't like that. So, as I was leaving the bar she decided to punch me. Obviously, I fought back." He looked over and examined what all he needed from the First Aid kit, rummaging through it. Your foot was still resting on his thigh. It felt large and muscular underneath it. 

Going to bite your lip at the pain in your knee, you wince as you remember you have a busted lip as well. That girl at the bar had good aim, you reasoned with yourself. He began softly cleaning the wound. You pull your knee back, and hiss. An involuntary reaction to the sudden burning. "Fuck, ow that stings." "Well good, it's doing its job then." He uses his other hand to pull your knee back into its former resting place on the edge of the chair. "Be a good girl and stay still now." He said gruffly. Your breath audibly hitches. Your stomach drops at his words, did he really just say that? He either didn't hear you or was really good at pretending not to have. He spoke again. "Aren't you covered in tattoos? Figured this would be nothing for you." You squeeze your eyes shut as the antiseptic burn continues to spread. 

"Yeah well, this feels a little different ok?" He laughs a little at your sass. "Right. I'm sure." You contemplate your next words carefully, but decide to shoot your shot a little. "I uh.....like pain. The pain of getting a tattoo feels really good." You peer down at him. He looks up at you with a brow raised and a bit of a darkness in his eyes you've never seen before. He smirks and shakes his head. "Is that so?" You nod your head. He lets out a low whistle, but continues the task at hand. The wound is finally cleaned and he begins to inspect it again, moving your leg a little from side to side. 

"I think you'll definitely easily recover from this one Birdie." He starts to wrap some gauze around your knee. "Why do you call me that?" You decide to question. He finishes with the gauze, and uses some small surgical scissors to cut the remainder off. "Call you what? Birdie?" He looks back up at you, his one hand rests on top of you knee, just where the beginning of your thigh starts. His opposite hand is parallel to your other thigh, just barely touching you. He shrugs his shoulders. 

"Well when you were moving in I heard you singing a ton. You do it a lot, especially whenever you get home from work." You blushed. You never thought anyone could hear you. "You reminded me of a little songbird. Always singing a little tune." He gives you a warm smile. Different than the playful looks he had given you earlier. "I can call you y/n if you would prefer." You begin to protest. "No no I....I like it! It's sweet. Never had anyone call me that before." His thumb ever so slightly rubs back and forth on the side of your thigh. He gives you another smile. "Good. Now let's see that lip, shall we?" 

He stands up and you get to your feet as well. Slowly, though, as the pain in your knee is starting to radiate throughout your leg. You straighten yourself up and feel his hands come up to both sides of your jawbone. "Look at me, Birdie" he says softly. You peer up at him. He towers over you. He's 6'1 but he feels so much taller. His shoulders are broad. His hands feel warm on your face. You feel your thighs clench together. He's so handsome, and his presence is so commanding. 

His left hand remains at the side of your face, keeping you still. His right hand travels down your face, making it's way to your mouth. His thumb grazes over your bottom lip with gentle precision. "That girl got ya real good. But I don't think you'll need stitches. Just gotta clean ya up a bit." he murmurs, continuing to inspect you. You are solely focused on the way his large thumb feels against your lips. Your eyes flutter a bit as the thought enters your brain of him putting his thumb in your mouth, and making you suck on it for him.

"You have a boyfriend Birdie?" You are shaken from your little fantasy. "Um, what?". "Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Robby is now gently wiping a small antiseptic wipe across your lip, focused on cleaning you but his tone held curiosity. "No, to both. Just enjoying being single at the moment." You avoid his eyes, afraid of what they might tell you.

"Hm. Good to know." You look at him finally and his eyes are focused on cleaning your lip, but his mouth holds a hint of a smirk. You try to smile and are reminded of the pain in your lip. "What did I say? Be a good girl and stay still while I take care of you." He says sternly. 

"Now you're just saying that to mess with me." You almost whisper, feeling your cheeks grow red as you respond to him. "Oh? How so?" He feigns innocence. "Calling me a good girl." you say, trying hard to sound like it doesn't matter to you. He finishes cleaning your lip, and tosses the antiseptic wipe on the table behind you. 

He folded his arms to his chest. "How am I supposed to know you like that? Hm?" You shrug. "I don't know....maybe you're just a dirty old man trying to see what riles me up." He laughs and shakes his head, putting his hand behind his neck, now he's the one blushing a little. "That would be pretty forward of me then. Calling you a 'good girl' just to see if it turns you on." His hand falls from his neck and is back to being folded against his chest. "But, good to know it does." He cocks his head a bit to the side, as if to challenge you. Wondering how far you'll take this. 

You had always found him immensely attractive. His dark brown eyes, his slender but bigger nose. How he carried himself. His strong arms. He was so kind too. He was always helping you carry your groceries inside if he caught you downstairs. His beard was mostly brown still but had some grey streaks to indicate his age. The way he touched and spoke to you tonight had you feeling incredibly turned on, and he barely even did anything. 

One of his hands came up to fidget with the zipper on your dress, which was conveniently right where your chest was. His eyes locking with yours. "You should get some sleep Birdie. You've had quite the night." You watch his fingers. So thick and large. They would feel so good inside you. "Want to come join me?" You connect your eyes back up with his. His fingers pause. His hand falls back to his side. "A bit forward of you to say that, hm?" He teases you. You look away, a little embarrassed at the rejection. 

He notices your disappointment and suddenly puts his hand on your waist, roughly pulling you in closer to him. You're against his chest, and close enough now where you can feel his clothed hardness pressing into you. Your eyes widen, and you look up at him. You can feel he's big underneath those cargo pants he always wears. "Don't think I don't want to Birdie but you're injured and I want you to rest. Doctor's orders." You nod, unable to form words at the feeling of his hard cock against your clothed mound.

"Yes sir. Doctor's orders." You reply, in a soft tone, barely audible. He grins a little dirtily. His deep voice lowers to a whisper, and he murmurs into your ear. "Besides, I think I know of a few ways you can repay me when you're all better." You feel his cock twitch against you and you try to stifle a whimper.

He releases you from his tight grip and bends down to pick up his First Aid kit. "Need help getting to bed?" he asks nonchalantly, as if the last minute hadn't happened. You shake your head back and forth. "I think I can manage." He nods his head, and begins to make his way to the door. "I'll come by tomorrow evening to check ya out again. If you want." He turns around and scans down your body again. His eyes lingering on your chest, and then hem of your dress at your mid thigh. "When do you get off work tomorrow?" You ask. "7pm" he responds. "I'll be here." He smiles, turns around and goes for the door knob. Over his shoulder he calls out as he leaves. "Now be a good girl and get some sleep. You're going to need it."

[whateverloomis]

Sleepwalking hitchhiker 🌿

Note: For some reason I imagine them with a southern accent? Lmao. Could be a fun little detail, no? Anyways, part 2 with Stu?

🔞 Warnings: Dubcon, sexsomnia, GN!AFAB reader, age gap (Billy is middle aged, reader in their 20s,) fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is kinda bratty, suggestion of breeding kink, unedited

⚠️ Sexsomnia: Sexsomnia is a sleep disorder that causes people to act sexually while asleep. It's also known as sleep sex. 

You were driving back from a college party in the middle of the night, alcohol and weed in your system but not enough to stop you from taking yourself back home.

As you were approaching the highway there was a road block, cops and to-trucks all over the place. They were re-directing people to different alternate routes and you decided to take the old street to your house. One that used to be the main road until the damn highway was built.

The old road was dark and gloomy, you could barely see with the thick fog that was slowly accumulating and you sighed in frustration. The last thing you needed was to encounter a ghost looming through the mist or something like that.

Time passed and it felt like you were driving for forever. To make your night even more annoying your car decided to break down.

"Fuck, seriously?" you muttered and pulled up to the side of the road.

Sighing, you got out of the car and opened the hood. You had very little knowledge on cars but you figured that maybe if you moved some cables around you'll magically fix the problem. That was until smoke came out of the engine.

"Why now? Why this? Ugh," you closed the hood and got back in your car.

You grabbed your phone to call for help but of course you didn't have a signal. Why would you? You had two options; stay in your car and wait till morning or go outside and hope for a car to drive by to give you a lift. Its dangerous but you had no other option.

You decided to go outside and walk for a bit to see if you spotted anyone. 20, 30, 45 minutes went by and you were starting to give up until finally you saw headlights. A truck. Not just any truck, a to-truck.

"Oh my gosh, YES!" you shouted excitedly and waved. The person saw you and parked behind your car.

A man climbed down the truck. He must've been in his 50s and fuck, he's hot and you couldn't let it go unnoticed.

"Hi!, oh my goodness, can you help me out? I don't know what's wrong with it," you said, sounding desperate as ever.

"Yeah sure, pop the hood for me sweetheart," he replied and you felt the slightest hint of excitement course through your body at the mention of the pet name.

As you leaned down to pull the small lever next to the front seat your skirt rose up, resting just under your ass and the man smirked at the sight before walking to the front of the car to open the hood.

You followed and stood next to him, eager to get an answer. He was leaning over the front of the car and his light wash jeans were hanging loose by his hips, exposing his grey boxers. It was attractive. It was doing things to you that you shouldn't have been feeling given the situation, but you couldn't help it.

"Looks like it overheated. Seemed like it affected the battery too," he explained and you sighed in frustration. He looked at you before staring at his truck.

"I can take it to my shop and give it a look. You can tag along and crash next door at my place while I get this fixed for you. Sound good?" he offered and made it sound like the best deal you've ever received.

"Yes, that sounds great," you agreed and sighed in relief.

Before you climbed up the passenger seat of his vehicle you gave him the sweetest look and asked, "Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

"Billy. Billy Loomis," he answered

"YN," you said and he smirked at you before walking up to your car begining to hook it up to his truck.

Little did you know, Billy sprinkled a little lie within his diagnosis. The car did overheat, but the battery wasn't fucked, no. It was easy enough to get it running on the spot but he decided it was a great idea to disconnect the battery and "test it" before hooking it up to his truck. It was a wonderful idea to show you how your car doesn't work at all. Yes, it was definitely a great plan.

•

The drive to his place was filled with small talk and a whole lot of tension, however it disappeared when you saw his "shop". It was a wooden shed with a single lightbulb providing barely any illumination. Next to it was a small cabin, his house you assumed.

What had you done?

You really should've followed the "don't talk to strangers" motto but everything seemed so perfect... And maybe they were? I mean, why wouldn't they be? He looked nice enough. Good enough... Delicious, even.

Everything will be fine...

Once he parked his vehicle in reverse and positioned your car, you climbed down the mini steps of his truck and looked around the area.

"Follow me," he said, opening the door to his cabin.

The inside was surprisingly cozy. Small but charming.

"You can sleep on the couch while I work, it's gonna be a while," he explained and you nodded, barely processing anything. You didn't give a fuck what happened next, you just needed sleep...

Sleep walking. You were sleep walking around the house and Billy was observing you from the kitchen entrance. He was more than amused at the sight and chuckled at the situation before walking out into the shed again. He decided he'd deal with you later.

Making your way into the bedroom you somehow found his bed and laid there. It was surprisingly soft and comfy.

You've always had that issue, sleep walking was part of your life and you didn't think it would happen at a strangers house since you were aware of your surroundings, but no. And to make the situation worse, you started to touch yourself in your sleep too.

Sexsomnia isn't as common for you to experience but when it does happen you get out of control...

You ran your hands up and down your body slowly, pinching your nipples softly over your thin crop top and teasing the sides of your tits all the way down to your hips. The little moans coming out of you were loud enough for Billy to hear and he stopped working on your car once again to check on you.

When he walked in his room the sight he was greeted with was definitely a treat, you were rubbing your cunt under your skirt, underwear long gone. Your breathing quickened as you slid your fingers down and started to finger yourself.

Billy got instantly hard at the sight. A pretty little thing like you on his bed? Fingering themselves while asleep? What more could he ask for?

Without hesitating the man kicked off his work boots and walked over to you. He observed to confirm that you were actually asleep before running his big hand over your cheek and down to your shirt, pulling it up to expose your hardened buds. He bit his lower lip at the sight before groping them. You moaned and leaned into his touch.

"Fuck..." Billy whispered and lowered his head slowly towards your chest, once again making sure you were sound asleep so he could bite your right nipple very softly. The sensation was barely there but it was enough to make you whimper and clench around your fingers.

Billy continued teasing you with his mouth and eventually replaced your fingers with his. They reached deeper than yours and he was methodically stimulating your gspot. Slowly. Teasingly. Pleasurable torture in your now waking state.

"Mph... More," you moaned, half asleep. Billy fingered you faster and your tits started to bounce slightly.

The sight made Billy twitch in his pants and he wasn't going to last much longer without burying himself inside you.

He wondered if you knew it was him. If you were going to push him away at some point, but you did the opposite. Once you realized it was him. That random man that gave you a lift and was fixing your car moments ago. That delicious looking middle aged man. Hell, you lost it. The pornographic moan you released at the realization made him pull his fingers out of you and quickly unbuckle his belt, pull his jeans down and release his hard... Big... Thick... Oh Gods, you were so ready.

Billy didn't waste anymore time and slid his cock all the way in. All 7 inches felt like pure ecstasy. He held your legs over his shoulders before pounding your cunt. Neither of you cared about protection, a horrible decision but it made everything so much more exciting and fucked up.

"Fuck... Mm yes..." You moaned. You were still somewhat in a sleepy state and moaning incoherently. Billy absolutely loved it.

The man needed to feel the clench around his cock so he rubbed your clit in circular motions which heightened the pleasure and elicited sweet little moans for him.

The way you squeezed around his length made him thrust faster and get harder inside you. The feeling built the orgasm inside you slowly. It rose up your spine until you finally came around his thick cock, milking him seconds after. You gave cero fucks that he filled you up, you'd get a plan B the next day... Or not.

"Fuck, that was good..." Billy whispered and put his pants back on, not caring about after sex care or clean up.

"Bathroom's right outside to the left. I've got a job to finish," he said and looked at you from head to toe, feeling satisfied with the mess he made of you.

•

The day after you stayed in bed until late, the night was intense and you barely had energy to wake up at a decent hour. However, Billy stayed awake all night fucking around with your car to make it seem like it still wasn't working to keep you with him a while longer. He definitely wasn't done with you.

As he was working, his neighbor Stu Macher walked up to him,

"Victim?" he asked simply and Billy wiped beads of sweat from his forehead with his forearm before looking at his friend,

"I don't know yet, I fucked them last night and" he finished his sentence with a soft whistle. Stu smirked and leaned against the shed's entrance,

"You gonna share a piece of that?" he asked and Billy looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Under my supervision."

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

how would low honor arthur be when you just gave birth to the cutest baby girl (of his, duh)??

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟　 lowhonour　 hes an interesting dad　 he plays too rough sometimes!　 a.m ౨ৎ ⋆ ｡ ˚

“arthur... i─ i think.. i think 'm pregnant. well, i am─”

“are you shittin' me, doll?”

ever since you told arthur you're pregnant, chores went from doing every single chore that needed to be done and now doing nothing at all, and although you were grateful, you just weren't sure why. you're still capable!

he'd didn't let you leave camp without someone going with and only now that someone was him, he didn't trust anyone else to be with you if you need to go to town. he believed he was the only man who could protect you properly. being the lead enforcer, he always kept his eye on you only because he didn't want you or his child to be in any harm.

“arthur, I'll be fine, i have karen with me─”

“nah, ain't chancin' it, sugar.”

it was like ever since you told him that you're now feeding for two he's been even more protective over you, and even strict, sometimes. and even more ever since you gave birth to your sweet babygirl, elizabeth. oh, she was just the cutest girl you've ever seen! she was a bubbly and giggling baby, sometimes made you forgot how cruel the world could even be.

only now that arthur was definitely coming back alive, and oh, he'd made sure of that. he had to come home to you and his sweet girl, elizabeth. he'd bring the two of you a gift. now this may be a surprise to everyone else, but he was ever a sweeter pa to your daughter. there were rare moments when you'd come back to your tent, and elizabeth was asleep like a ball next to arthur, who'd just be watching her in awe (that'd he'd never admit to anyone, of course!)

“'m glad she's finally asleep. refused to sleep until her pa came back to camp.” you say with a giggle while hearing a chuckle from him. you sit on the edge of the cot, just about to untie your laces before arthur tapped your knee, signalling you to let him help. and soon, your foot is resting in his thigh while he unties it for you. “yeah, well... guess shes already got a favourite.” he replied with a smirk, his words earning him a shove.

“well least i almost drop her─” that smirk remained on his face as he met your gaze. “hey, she was fallin back. ain't my fault she only playin with her daddy's mind like that.” he replies as he drops the boots by the bed before swiping to your other show.

“well then, 'm glad she takes after me in that sense.” you reply, giving him that cheeky smile of yours before a small laugh leaves your lips. this was one of his favourite moments, not that's he'd ever tell you that but he always loved seeing you smile or laugh, especially if he knew it was him that made you feel like that.

“she takes after ye in yer pretty face, too.” he replies, meeting your loving gaze once again. it was odd in a way, he was so mean and vile to everyone else and yet he treated you and your daughter like wealthy girls.

maybe he's not as bad as everyone says he is.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Johnny Lawrence

Johnny Lawrence x reader

warnings: towards the end theres degenerate!johnny mentions (the WORST most funny way to put it but him being an alcoholic and such) (that is NOT funny dont be an alcoholic)

a/n: i been looking at young william zabka edits for an hour brain go brrr. also yes i already have hcs for this so these are NOT part 2 they are a different au after the all valley 🙏. this has been the MOST INSPIRING fic i have written in months im literally in love with him

prompt:

after the all-valley and cobra kai, johnny felt like he’d lost everything

then he found you

you had just barely known each other, growing up in the same vicinity but never really saying a word to each other

until one day at encino oaks, johnny spotted you sunbathing on an unusually warm day and took a chance

“y/n, right?” -johnny, sitting on the pool chair next to you

“that’s right” -you, tilting your sunglasses down

“i’m johnny. we, uh, we go to west valley together”

“yeah, i’ve heard of you” -you

his stomach sank (he’s got a bad track record)

“yeah, that’s unfortunate.” -johnny, getting up to leave and pausing “would you be interested in jumping in the pool with me?”

you stared at him for a few seconds (cuz you could tell he wasn’t too confident) and got up, actually jumping in the pool in a full cannonball

his spirits were lifted and he jumped in right after you

“that was awesome!” -johnny

you two swam around splashing and annoying the older club members, but it was no matter

you ended up sitting on the pool ledge talking and getting to know each other

“oh, no, i don’t really keep up with local karate tournaments. i hadn’t heard” -you

“that’s perfect for me, then” -johnny

you gave him your number and said you’d see him at school monday

and that you did

“is that him? he’s cute! maybe he’ll start driving you to school. or you could get your license” -your mom, dropping you off

“mom!” -you “he does seem pretty sweet. i think he found me at the perfect time, too. got knocked down a peg or two from some karate tournament”

he brought you a little box of chocolates to give to you before class THAT VERY MONDAY (he was moving fast)

he was also very desperate for a prom date for senior prom but that was beside the point

you played a little hard to get

but johnny finally found a reason to fight again and he wanted to fight for you

“could i take you on a date this weekend? do you prefer something fancy like a nice restaurant or casual like golf n stuff or romantic like the beach?” -johnny

“why dont you just plan it and i’ll be ready. just tell me what i should wear” -you, kissing him on the cheek

he always felt so cool and confident but you had him flustered and about to buckle at the knees

he decided to keep it casual for now because you seemed so “go with the flow” and there were so many things to do, so many distractions to keep him from doing something stupid

and of course he picked you up because you still didn’t have your license yes

“come on, i’ll teach you how to drive” -johnny

“noooo thank you, i am not driving your car” -you

you drove it one block and he understood why you didn’t have your license

johnny paid for all your tokens and you guys had a blast competing in games and ended up with a pretty decent pile of tickets

“ooh, competitive!” -you

“i have no idea what you’re talking about” -johnny

daniel was actually at golf n stuff that night with ali but johnny didn’t even care he was so infatuated with you

he bought you some nachos for a snack, which he snuck a few bites in shamelessly

you still haven’t kissed at this point but he was waiting for the perfect moment

you made sure to touch his arms and keep close and flirt, sending all the right signals

he seemed like such a go-getter, you were getting impatient

and finally, he took you to the ferris wheel and made it all cliche and special wrapping his arm around your shoulders and waiting until you two were at the top of the wheel to place a hand on your cheek and kiss you gently

(gentle went away fast you had been waiting for this for a whole WEEK and thats a lifetime for a teenager)

he was giddy for the rest of the night and all he’d gotten was a quick makeout session

he ended up pooling all your tickets together for a stuffed animal of your choice

it couldn’t have been a better first date honestly

and soon enough he was driving you to school, walking you to class, bringing you little gifts, getting you into trouble, listening to music with you, sneaking out with you, just doing everything with and for you

and the promposal was very cute classic (a sign and some flowers, he wasn’t all too creative)

and when prom came around, you two stood out! you both looked stunning and styling, everyoneeee was jealous

“johnny looks happy” -daniel

“poor y/n’s just gonna get their heart broken” -ali

prom court?? no actually lol but keep dreaming

“you’re the prom [king/queen] in my heart” -johnny

“if you hand me a plastic crown im gonna hit you” -you

johnny took it out anyway and you both started cackling bc it was so silly

he just wanted you to feel special (you had no part in prom court at all actually there was no disappointment he was just being a punk)

“sooo, prom night..?” -johnny

“what about it” -you

“oh, nothing…”

“just drive, punk. my parents aren’t home”

a miracle he didn’t get a speeding ticket

soon enough you two had graduated and gone off to college together

although johnny had a hard time focusing on what really mattered

you two definitely partied together and he was always so protective and caring, making sure no one made a pass at you or made you uncomfortable (and if they did he’d try to fight them and you’d drag him away)

some of those nights were memorable, but he started slipping and you kept trying to keep him on the right path

he had a few wakeup calls

and proposed to you

and you accepted

and for a while, he did things right for you

but in the end, he just couldn’t grow up and you broke it off

all the fighting and drinking and partying and bailing him out of jail finally became too much and you returned the ring

“i wish it were different johnny. i really do. i thought you were the one. but i cant be with you if you’re not gonna grow up. i love you, and im sorry, but im done” -you

he was a WRECK after that he spiraled completely and cried for you for months

and he tried to get you back. he tried to straighten up and fly right but he always fell back into the same problems, and his friends were just as dumb as he was

you’d get a drunken call now and then of johnny rambling how sorry he was and how he still loves you and he wanted to change and begging you to take him back

you went on one last date with him and saw a very grim future

and realized you didn’t want to stick around to fix him

“do you still have the stuffed animal from our first date?” -johnny

“i do” -you

“promise me you’ll keep it forever” -johnny

“i promise”

his parents were so incredibly disappointed in him and that he “lost a good one”

and he never stopped beating himself up over it.

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[lovebugrry]

SPRING INTO SUMMER JACK HUGHES

summary as jack goes through his healing process, he can’t help falling in love with you

pairing jack hughes x athletic trainer oc

You weren’t in Vegas when Jack rammed into the boards, but you were present for the aftermath.

The immediate surgery Jack underwent after his collision with the boards was one of the things your mentor, Matt the head Athletic Trainer for the New Jersey Devils, used to teach you.

While you were in the process of training for your board exams, you were given the opportunity to learn under him because of your exceptional grades and performance at Rutgers University.

Although you’d loved the rush you felt on the sidelines of football games at SHI Stadium, nothing could compare for your passion for hockey.

In this office of the Athletic Training room inside of Prudential Center, you were completing an injury report for one of the players with a minor strain, when Jack knocked on the office door.

This appearance wasn’t irregular at all, Jack spent most of his time at Prudential Center in the training room now, while everyone else was on the ice practicing.

Being put in charge of Jack’s rehabilitation process had been something you were awaiting to have the responsibility of. Of course Matt had to approve everything you were doing, but it was nice to feel in charge of such a huge part of the team.

“Hey Bella, do you have a sec?” he asked leaning on the side of the open door frame.

You rolled out of your desk, and turned your chair towards him, “Yeah for sure, what’s up?”

You couldn’t deny that Jack wasn’t good looking, and the fact that you guys were close in age didn’t hurt.

“I was wondering if I could start doing more intense workouts, I mean my shoulders pretty strong now,” he said while moving his shoulder around, smiling.

Jack was probably one of the most stubborn athletes you’d worked with, all he wanted to do was get back on the ice and play hockey.

You gave Jack a knowing look, “Look Jack, it’s gonna be a while until you’re at 100% and that’s okay. You’re not a machine, you’re human.”

He walked closer to you, “I know, I just want to make sure I’m gonna be alright by next season.”

“And you will be, if you keep taking it easy and going at the pace your body is ready to. Forcing yourself to do things that hurt, is gonna affect you more in the long run,” you argued back knowing you guys went back and forth like this weekly.

Before he could reply, some players walked in, signaling the end of morning skate.

Getting up from your chair to attend to them you started to walk towards the door, “We can talk about this more later if you want, but it’s going to be the same answer every time.”

He had a fake pout on his face, while you continued, “Now come do your rehab, before I have to kick you out,” you joked.

Walking into the main training room, you were greeted with Dawson, Nico, and Luke doing their daily rehab.

While Nico was stretching out his leg, he started, “I think I messed up my knee during practice, doc,” he stopped his stretches and pointed towards his leg.

“First off, I’m not a doctor like I’ve told you about a million times. And second, let me see.”

Leaning down, you told him to tell him if the way you were moving his leg hurt.

While moving his leg, his silence was very telling about his condition.

“I have an inkling you’re lying to me so you can play tomorrow,” you said because you could tell he was in pain because of the way he flinched when you maneuvered his leg.

“Bella, why would I ever lie to you?” Nico said in a joking way, almost laughing.

You nodded your head laughing, “I’ll get you some ice for now, but I want to see you before the game tomorrow.”

After giving Nico his ice bag, and making sure everyone around the training room was doing alright, you headed back to your office.

When you entered, you were met with Jack in your chair, on his phone.

“Well you sure got comfortable, didn’t you?” You said, taking a seat in another chair that was next to yours.

“Bella, we’e good friends aren’t we?” Jack said, putting down his phone unexpectedly.

“I guess so? Why do you ask,” you said genuinely confused, he’d always jokingly called you guys ��best friends” but he seemed completely serious now.

“Would you ever wanna hang out, like outside of this,” he said motioning throughout the training room.

You ruffled your eyebrows, “I mean, sure? I mean what would we do.”

“Whatever you want,” he said smiling widely.

Since Jack had ask you to hang out, two weeks ago, it felt like you guys had become a lot closer.

You’d both went out for coffee, hung out on his couch watching movies with Luke, and went on walks together. Honestly, he’d been a better friend than you thought he could be.

You couldn’t deny that your thoughts of a romance between you and Jack lingered around your mind, but he hadn’t made any advances and you didn’t wanna ruin your relationship.

While you were stretching Luke out on the training room bed, Jack watched intently doing his own rehab, “Bella do you wanna carpool tomorrow?” He asked out of the blue.

“I guess so, why?”

“I was thinking we could go get dinner after,” he responded.

“Okay, fine by me,” you said continuing to stretch out Luke’s leg.

When you entered Jack’s SUV the next morning, you looked back to find Luke in back seat on his phone, “Why is he sitting in the back seat?” You asked looking towards Jack’s tired eyes.

Before Jack could reply Luke did for him, “He made me get back here the second we pulled up,” he said clearly annoyed.

Jack kept his eyes on pulling out of the parking lot of your apartments, not acknowledging Luke’s attitude pointed towards him.

Later, after you’d finished up assisting Matt with everyone in the training room, you texted Jack wondering where he’d gone, and he quickly replied back telling you to go down to his car.

Walking up to his BMW, you saw him in the drivers seat, and joined him on the passengers side.

“Hi Jack,” you said buckling your seatbelt.

“Hey Bell, I was thinking we could go to this one Italian restaurant I like,” he said while putting his hand on the back of the passengers seat to pull out.

There was something about a man who knew they were attractive, but didn’t always feel the need to flaunt it, that made you crazy. Just the way Jack did simple things, that he probably didn’t even notice, that made you so attracted to him.

“That’s fine, whatever you want,” you agreed easily, “So why’d you even wanna go to dinner tonight?” you questioned.

Jack glanced at you and smiled, “Why can’t I have dinner with one of my best friends?”

You laughed at his sarcastic tone, “Sorry for asking, Mr. I don’t like going out during the season.”

“We’re not going out, we’re having a nice dinner.”

The rest of the drive was filled with you guys silently listening to whatever song you played on Jack’s phone. For a hockey player, Jack didn’t get many notifications on his phone. You weren’t snooping, you just happened to glance at his notifications.

Once you arrived to the restaurant, you entered and were met with a beautiful, clearly high-end restaurant.

“God Jack, if you’d told me this was nice, I would’ve dressed up more,” you said gesturing to your body adorned with straight leg blue jeans and a knit sweater.

“You look beautiful, come on,” he said letting you walk infront of him, with his hand on your back leading you towards a booth.

Once you sat down and skimmed the menu you looked up smiling towards him, “Damn, Jack this place is nice, do you bring all your girl friends here?”

“No, just you.”

When the waiter came to take your order, they recognized Jack, “Who is this lovely lady? You’re usually just here with your brother,” the man questioned with a thick Italian accent.

“This is Bella, Lorenzo.” Jack said replying to the waiter by name.

Once he took both of you guys’ orders the conversation between you and Jack flowed easily.

When there was a moment of silence Jack looked at you intently, “Could you ever see us being more than just friends?”

You stared at him, smiling widely, “I think I would like that.”

Once both of you guys finished eating while having quiet conversation, you quietly exited the restaurant and he drove you to your apartment.

When Jack walked you up to your apartment door, he spoke happily, “Thank you for coming to dinner with me tonight.”

“Thank you for inviting me, I had a really nice time.” You replied.

There was a few seconds of silence before Jack spoke quietly, “Can I kiss you?”

“I’d like that alot.”

Before you could take another breath, Jack leaned in and kissed you softly.

The kiss didn’t break before he whispered quietly against your lips, “You’re perfect.”

JACK HUGHES MASTERLIST — MASTERLIST

[hannahsturniolo]

ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴏɴ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴘᴏᴅᴄᴀsᴛ

Warnings: none. It’s just fluff 😊

(Not proof read)

Summary: influencer!Y/N and Matt have been in a relationship for about 6 months now, and have decided that they were going to announce their relationship on Cut The Cameras Podcast.

Blue writing is Matt talking

Orange is Chris talking

Purple is Nick talking

Pink is Y/N talking

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You were so nervous, this was your first ever podcast as an influencer with 3.5 million followers, but also your hard launch with Matt. You were nervous because of how the sturniolo fandom is when it comes to the boys dating.

“Am I good enough?” “Will they like me?” “Will I get a ton of hate?” Is all you kept thinking to yourself.

“Welcome campers to the Cut The Camera Podcast, today we are here with a special guest…… Y/N.”

“Hi hi hi! Thanks for having me! I’m so excited to be here!”

You were sitting right next to Matt, his hand was touching your thigh rubbing gentle circles on it where nobody could see, because he knew you were nervous, so he was trying to keep you calm.

“We are going to be talking about relationships this podcast, but before we hop into that topic, if the fans don’t know you Y/N, can you tell them about yourself?”

“Of course… so if you don’t know, my name is Y/N I’m from New Jersey, but now living in LA since I’m an influencer, and have been living here for over a year now. I met the boys about 2 years ago now since I’d come to LA for working purposes and met them at Tara’s party. I’m not sure what else to say about me” you laughed nervously.

“Well since we’re talking about relationships today, would you like to talk about your relationship, and who you’re with?”

You looked at Matt nervously. He gave you a gentle smile, while his hand was still rubbing gentle circles on your thigh.

“So I have been dating Matt for about 6 months now, we have been talking since we met 2 years ago but only started dating 6 months ago.”

Matt started to giggle. He was so excited that the news was finally shared to the world. (Even though they wouldn’t see it until it was posted in a week)

Nick and Chris were just smiling at you and Matt sitting beside each other.

“How did this relationship come about? Did one of you tell each other you liked them, and the other went along with it. Can you talk about that?”

You gave Matt the signal that he could talk about it.

“Yeah, so when we met 2 years ago, I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, but I was so nervous that I’d fuck it up so I kinda kept quiet about it, and we all remained friends with Y/N. She would come visit all the time in LA, but once she moved to LA, I knew it was my chance, so I asked her out to dinner, and she said yes.”

“So did you ask her to be your girlfriend at dinner?”

“Yeah. So what happened was, at dinner I told her I liked her more than a friend, and she admitted to liking me too. So we continued to see each other and go on multiple dates. And after about 3 dates I asked her to be my girlfriend.”

You couldn’t contain your smiling. You were smiling the whole time Matt was talking about you, and had pink blushed cheeks.

“How did you ask her to be your girlfriend?”

“On our final date as just seeing each other, we walked down to the beach after dinner and we just sat by the water watching the sunset. We were just chatting about life, when all of a sudden we made very intense eye contact and then next thing you know we shared a kiss. So then I laughed and said ‘I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now’”

“What are you guys most nervous about with this podcast coming out?”

You knew you had to speak up, and let the fans know you were a little nervous.

“I’m Very nervous. Dating another influencer is going to be hard because your fan base is mostly women and girls, and girls can be very judgemental. I was a little girl once who dreamed of marrying harry styles and any woman he was with, I was so jealous because I was so convinced. And I know there’s girls who loveee Matt. So it just worries me a little bit.”

“I also think just seeing her get hate will absolutely crush me. I know and she knows she’s going to get it. But there will be a ton of supportive fans that will love her just like I love her.”

“What’s your favourite thing about Matt, Y/N?”

“His patience, his understanding. I also suffer with anxiety and depression and he’s very patient with me. Whenever he knows I’m really struggling, he’s always there for me. Oh! And the random little gifts that he showers me with. Just the random flowers, the random chocolates, the random dates that he’ll just text me saying ‘be ready by 8, we’re going out’ , it’s all the little things he does for me.”

“And Matt… what’s your favourite thing about Y/N?”

“How she makes everything so fun. Like her little giggles when she’s happy. Her random FaceTime calls at 3am because she misses me. How her eyes sparkle when she’s so excited to talk about her passions. She’s just such an amazing person. She’s always there for me when I’m having a bad day. She just knows how to cheer me up. I love everything about her, and I feel like the fans who don’t know her yet, will fall in love with her.”

Matt looks over at you with a gentle smile. You couldn’t help but reach down and grab his hand. You looked at him with such awe. You were so in love with him, it was crazy.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” You said shyly.

Matt reaches over, and kisses your cheek.

“Ew okay. Next question….” Nick laughed. “They’re so in love. All Matt does is talk about how much he loves Y/N”

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Let me know how you guys liked this. I think this is so cute. I’m terrible at writing so maybe this played better in my head😂

I miss their podcast so much😭😭😭