#( OKAY BUT MUM YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE! )

[charliemwrites]

Before charmed slasher Simon revealed his true identity, what were movie nights like? I’d kill for a lil section on them almost cuddling on the couch while watching a scary movie and Simon absolutely adoring when you jump and scooch closer to him on instinct 🥹🥹 please charlie I beg you 😭

*Checks notes, chats with The Council* Yeah okay... we can do that.

CW for a bit of somnophilia and Simon being a creep!!

You open the door looking like some kind of pastry with too-big eyes. Soft, cream-colored pair of joggers and a thin pink jumper, so fuzzy he just knows he'll find fluff on him after this. You look so cozy and sweet; he wants to put a pretty belled collar on you. Maybe watch you curl up in a nest of blankets, safe behind the bars of a cage.

But maybe not, he muses as you chirp a greeting, taking his hand to tug him into your apartment. A lamb inviting a wolf to the pen. He likes you best like this, all loose limbed and free to roam. Thinks maybe you'd lose some of that mischievous glint if he locked you up.

The collar though... he'd like to hear it ring as you bounce around him.

"I am the bestest friend ever," you declare, squeezing calloused fingers so much bigger and crueler and blood-stained than your own. "You know why?"

He arches an eyebrow. Your impish smile widens with delight. "Why's that, luv?"

"Well, you know that one place you wanted last week, but they were closed?"

He grunts and nods. Last week was your choice to pick the movie, which mean he was in charge of dinner.

"Well... they're still closed for repairs but! I talked to the owner, who talked to his mum, and she gave me the recipe for that dish you like. So guess what I did!"

He stares at you for a moment, teeth aching his jaw with the urge to sink them into soft flesh. Mark you as his. How the hell are you real? How the hell are you here?

When he's silent a beat to long, you click your tongue.

"You're no fun - I tried to make it," you explain.

Only then does he become aware of the scent in your apartment. Garlic and red meat and savory spices. His mouth fills with saliva as he focuses his attention on you again.

"Smells great, luv," he says, flicking the corner of his mouth up.

You beam. "Hopefully it's good! I tried it first and it seems alright, but I'm not sure it's as good as the restaurant."

It's almost not a conscious thought to snap his arm out and scoop you up, dragging you in against his chest. You yelp initially, but it devolves into a little giggle as you flatten your palms against his chest.

"Thank you, luv."

Every time he comes into your home, it's a struggle not to keep you. Not to take this place for himself, keep you for his own among all your pretty, soft things. Blood washes out; he'd show you how.

"Rileyyyy!" you mock-whine, pushing at him. "C'mon, before it gets cold."

He wants to make a comment about eating you. Simon thinks he could survive a winter on your taste alone. Instead he lets you on your feet, eases his snake-like grip around your waist. You cast him one last, warm look and skip off to the kitchen to fill bowls with food.

"So what movie are we watching?" you call.

"You ever seen Sinister?" he asks.

You make an annoyed noise. "You know I haven't!"

"Well, that's what we're watching."

You appear with a full, steaming bowl and a beer, shoo him to the couch with a little kick to his ankles. "Get it set up while I finish serving."

"Bossy thing," he tuts, voice a little too low for teasing.

The bridge of your nose darkens with a flush, but you make a cheeky little face in return. "Someone's gotta keep you in line!"

You're gone before you can hear the rumble in his chest. Some days he could swear you know what you're doing; that you know just what sort of animal you're poking at. That you're seeing just how much you can prod before he springs.

He tries not to imagine that cheeky, smug little smirk going all wet-eyed and desperate with lust. Sits to hide the bulge forming in his pants and sets up the movie.

You saunter out with your own, less-filled bowl and a glass of white wine. Take one look at the screen and shoot him an exasperated look.

"I should have known," you complain.

"Literally called Sinister, luv."

"Yeah, I know," you lament.

As soon as the movie starts you're curling into his side, eyes huge. Meal forgotten in your lap.

"Oh, no," you whisper, tilting your face to give him a pleading look. "I can't eat like this!"

"Eat quick, luv. You'll have a break after this first part.”

You do as you’re told; take a big sip of wine when you’re done - just in time for the first jumpscare. You save the wine but quickly put it away, shrinking down against the cushions.

“You’re mean, awful, terrible,” you mumble, fumbling a blanket off the back of the couch.

“‘S not very nice,” he snorts, licking his fork clean. You’d made it quite well for a first time. Not necessarily as good as the restaurant’s but better for you having made it special for him.

“You’re not very nice,” you reply, going stiff with fear as the “home movies” start playing. “No no no, fuck all of that.”

As soon as he’s set his bowl aside, you’re clinging in his arm. Bicep squished against your breasts, little fingers curling hard into flesh. He hopes you’ll leave cute little bruises. Your eyes are huge trained on the tv, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Holy shit,” you squeak, hiding your face.

Chuckling, he nudges at you. “Uh uh, no hiding. C’mon, I’m right here.”

You whimper and snuggle in even closer, wedged up against his ribs, leaning into him. Nearly climb into his lap when the creature starts moving on the screen, hands flapping.

“Fuuuuuck that,” you whine, “he’s so fucked oh my god.”

Simon chuckles, setting his other hand on your thigh. Indulges in stroking his thumb over the inseam of your joggers. You barely even seem to notice, engrossed in fear.

By the end, you’re fanning yourself of the panic, shooting him a look that’s meant to be accusing but mostly just owlish.

“You have to make it up to me,” you declare.

Oh, he could think of a dozen ways to do that.

“Yeah?” he rumbles. “What do you need?”

“We’re watching something else. My pick this time.” You pause, shoot him a worried look. “Can you stay for another?”

He smirks. “Couldn’t kick me out if you tried, luv.”

You really couldn’t. Because you’re adorable when you’re scared. Look like something to ruin. But the aftermath is almost better. When your body melts into warmth and (false) safety. The anxiety drains away, leaving you sleepy and pliable. You’ll fall asleep within the hour.

And you do. Clue playing (subtitles on) you’re snoozing against his shoulder before long. He waits until the movie ends for plausible deniability, then takes you to bed. You hardly stir, save to press your nose against his collar with a little hum.

He eases you out of your joggers, eyes flickering at the pretty lace clinging to your hips. Tiny little bows at the sides.

Snuffs out the bedside lamp and fishes his fully-hard cock from his pants. He teases his free hand along your inner thigh, over the lace front of your panties. Scrapes his nail a bit where your clit is hidden. Nearly purrs when you moan softly, wiggling on the mattress to open your thighs wider, still out cold.

Fucks his other hand vicious and brutal, relishing the slight dry pain. Fast and hard, already worked up from having you trembling against him for over an hour. It doesn’t take long to fall over that edge, the memory of your squeaks and cries finishing him off.

He covers the sensitive, angry tip as he cums, no matter how much he wants to paint you with his spend. He takes a deep breath as the pleasure courses through him, twitching through aftershocks. Cracks his neck as he peeks your peaceful expression.

Can’t help himself. Smears his wet thumb over the front of your panties. Nothing you’ll notice in the morning, but you’ll spend all night with him marking your cunt. Maybe even all day tomorrow.

He should go.

Ends up gently, carefully, glossing your bitten bottom lip with a drop of cum as well. Gets rock hard all over again when your tongue flicks out at the sensation, tasting. Still unconscious. You roll over with a sleepy sigh and curl up.

Simon pulls the blankets over you and returns to the living room to clean up from dinner. He’s not yet willing to slink back to his den.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Tia Tana II

Magdalena Eriksson x Hardersson!Reader

Aitana Bonmatí x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Tia Tana takes you to meet Spain's keepers

Alexia smiles at you as you and Tia Tana approach.

You smile back.

She nudges both of the girls in Keeper shirts. "She's going to be better than both of you when she grows up."

"Huh?"

"This is y/n," Tia Tana introduces," Pernille and Magda's daughter."

"The little girl in the hallway at the final against Chelsea?" One of the non-keeper girls asks," She's grown."

"Kids do that Jenni," Alexia says with an eye roll.

"Yeah but she was so little then and now she's like a teenager."

"I'm still little," You say," Because Morsa and Momma still pick me up."

It's the girl with the tattoos on her arm. She's a very vague figure in your mind. You think she took one of your Ahlgrens Bilar during the break of that match.

"y/n," Tia Tana says," This is Jenni. She used to play for Barca."

"Hi," You say before tilting your head to look at the keepers. They don't look like Zećira or any other keeper you know. But that's okay though because Momma says everyone is different and that's good because otherwise the world would be boring.

"This is Misa," Tia Tana says," She plays for Real Madrid. And Cata, she plays with me and Alexia at Barcelona. And I think you must have seen Ona before too."

"Briefly," Ona confirms," How can I forget the assistant coach of Chelsea?"

You decide that you like Ona. She has a fun accent that's different to Momma and Morsa's when they speak English. She also recognises you as the important person you were for Chelsea and that's important too.

"Used to be," You say," But now we're leaving for Germany to Bayern."

You must make a face because the girls all laugh.

"You don't like Germany?" Jenni asks.

"I like Germany because of Wolfsburg," You say," Bayern's okay, I guess, because they've got a red jersey like Arsenal. Arsenal's my second most favourite. I'm going to play for Arsenal when I'm older."

"As a keeper," Tia Tana continues, adjusting her grip on you. She jerks her chin at Misa and Cata. "That's why she's going to be better than you too."

Misa and Cata laugh and Misa gets a bit closer to give you a fist bump.

"You know," She says," If you really want to be the best keeper in the world, you need to come to Real Madrid. We're the best!"

There's outrage from the rest of the girls and Alexia easily plucks you from Aitana's arms to speak to you. You know it must be important because Momma does this sometimes too.

"Don't listen to Misa," She says," Barcelona's the best and don't let anyone else tell you differently."

You think for a moment. "Daan says Lyon is the best."

There's more outrage.

"Van de Donk thinks Lyon is the best," Alexia says," She's entitled to her own opinion."

"But it's wrong," Cata appears over Alexia's shoulder," Because Barcelona is the best and you should definitely come over and join us when you're older."

You tilt your head to the side as you think. "Tia Tana, is Barcelona good?"

"Very good," Tia Tana promises you.

Misa scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Don't indoctrinate her! She's just a baby!"

"We can't help it if Barcelona outclasses Madrid every match," Jenni chuckles.

"How many El Clásicos have you won again?" Ona teases and Misa shoves her away with an eye roll.

"Watch it, Batlle," She says," You'll see when you come back this year. We've been working on some stuff."

Cata scoffs but doesn't get involved with the little squabble. She strips her gloves. "Here," She says, pressing them into your hands," It's probably poor taste since I just beat your mum with them but, here. Every keeper needs a good set of gloves."

You beam at her. "Thank you!"

"I don't know how you guys came into custody of my baby," Morsa's teasing voice says from behind you," But I'd like to get her back now, please. Pernille would kill me if I let you take her back to Spain."

"I'm sure we could come to an agreement," Tia Tana says, smiling a wide smile at Morsa," Fifty-fifty custody? We've got Frido in Spain too. It's not like she'll forget her Swedish."

"I think Pernille's more worried about her losing her Danish than her Swedish," Morsa says. She takes you from Alexia. "And I'm actually quite fond of her."

"I got new gloves, Morsa," You tell her, holding them up so she can inspect them.

"Very nice, princesse," Morsa says," But I think it's time to say goodbye to your new friends. You look very tired."

A crinkle appears between your brows. "I'm not tired."

"Yes, you are." Morsa's chuckling now. "Come on. If we head back now I promise you can have a sleepover with Frido and Amanda."

You look at her suspiciously. "And I get to bring Rocky?"

Morsa sighs deeply. "Yes, you can bring the rock."

"Okay!"

"Say goodbye."

"Bye!" You wave at the Spanish girls happily, blowing a big kiss for Tia Tana before turning back to Morsa. "Momma lets me have sweeties when I sleep over with the Denmark girls. Can I have sweeties with Frido and Mandy?"

"Can't you just be happy that I'm letting you bring the rock?"

"Rocky would have come anyway. Can I have sweeties?"

"Fine, you can have sweets."

[miniwheat77]

Taboo. (Stepbro!Soap x Reader.)

!This is 100% pure disgusting taboo smut, do not read if you cannot handle it. You've been warned! NSFW, smut, unprotected sex!

(A video surfaced on my tik tok of Neil in that god forsaken wife beater where he says "Big sister to the rescue." and this was completely the reason behind this fic. Good luck.)

A sigh leaves Johnny's lips as they get ready to board an airplane to go home. Which catches the attention of Ghost. "What's going on Johnny?" Ghost asks. Johnny laughs. "Ah. I just would rather stay on base to be honest." He laughs. "Why?" He asks. "Well. My Step sister stays in my parents guest house everytime I come home and she kind've just... gets on my nerves." He laughs. "How so?" Ghost asks. Passing Johnny a water bottle. "She teases me about some of the dumb stuff I did when we were younger but it's relentless when she's around. Any girlfriend I've brought home she's run off by telling them what I've done." He rolls his eyes. Ghost laughs. "Sounds like her and I would get along ah?" He smiles.

Johnny laughs. "When is the last time you saw her?" Ghost asks. “It’s been a few years.”

Ghost nods. “Well. Johnny. She is your sister. Maybe just talk to her about the teasing.” He shrugs. Johnny nods. “Yeah you’re probably right.” He looks down. “Is that all she does?” He asks. “Yeah that’s pretty much it.”

“You’ll be fine Johnny. Just relax.” Ghost laughs. He nods. Ghosts flight makes last call, and they say their goodbyes. Johnny still has some time to kill before his flight is due.

He was not excited to be home.

———

Johnny feels dread as he catches a taxi to his parents house. They insisted he come visit during his break off. “It is summertime after all, Johnny.” Was their excuse. He agreed, but upon hearing his step sister would be there, he wished he hadn’t.

He knows she shouldn’t get to him as easy as she does, but there’s just something about her that he wants to avoid.

Despite growing up together, and getting along for the most part, he still wished he wasn’t here.

He carries his duffel bag inside and sets it down. Closing the door behind himself. He can hear his mum humming in the kitchen. “Hello?” He calls out. “Oh!” He hears her. She appears in the doorway to the living room. “Hi honey!” She smiles. She pulls him into a hug. “I’ve missed you so much. How was your deployment?” She asks. “Not bad. Fighting bad guys as always.” He laughs.

“Ah. Johnny. How are you kid?”

It’s his step dad, your dad. “I’m good old man. How are you?” He sees his graying hair. It makes him sad a bit, just how much he’s missed out on. “Good. Nice seeing you.” He pulls Johnny in for a hug. “I’m gonna go put this up in the room.” He nods. “Oh, Johnny wait.” His mum stops him. “Sorry. I turned the guest room into an office. You’ll be staying out in the guest house with Y/N.”

Johnny can feel the color leaving his face. He’s so screwed.

“Oh okay. So.. I’ll go take it out there.” He nods. He breathes. "Okay honey. I'm making lunch so tell Y/N to come in once you're done." She smiles. He nods his head. "I will mum." He laughs, making his way out the door. He runs his hand over his mohawk nervously. He's not looking forward to seeing you. He feels dread settle into his chest once again as he knocks at the door before entering. "Come in!" He hears you call. He grasps the knob, taking one last breath before he opens up the door. He sees you sitting on the couch in the small living area. You're watching something. "Johnny, hey!" You smile. He smiles. "Hey." He nods. "Heard I'm staying out here with you." He laughs. Stepping into the house awkwardly. You laugh. "Yeah, your mum turned the spare room into an office for her work since the place she was working in shut down." You explain, standing up. You hug him, and he can smell your perfume. The hair in his body standing up. He needed to get away from you. He nods his head. "I'll just go.. Unpack then. Room on the left?" He asks. "Yep."

———

Johnny can't get the tequila down fast enough. He hates this. He's only been here three days and already wants to go back. You've been glued to his side since he's been home. "Hey uh.. Is everything okay?" You ask.

You've just got home from his aunts house, and you'd done it once again. Pointed out something stupid or embarrassing he did as a teenager. He was trying to talk to his cousins new wife and you'd started in with it. He takes a deep breath.

"I just..." He sighs. Tilting back the cup of tequila he'd just poured. He's sure they didn't notice him take it from the main house. "Why do you always make it a point to embarrass me in front of people?" He asks. You look at him in confusion. "What?" You freeze. "Earlier, you brought up some stuff I did as a teenager and you do it all the time. Anytime I'm around." He rests his hands on the granite countertop in the kitchen. "Johnny I-"

"No, you do it all the time. I mean really. Any girl I've tried dating, anytime I'm around you, you make it a point to do it. I mean seriously. I didn't want to come home because of this and I knew I should've stayed on base." He shakes his head. "Johnny, I'm sorry okay?" He can see the hurt in your face from the words he's just said. "They're just stupid stories that I thought were harmless, I didn't know it was bothering you that bad." You sigh.

"Yeah well it is. I didn't want to leave base because of it and I've been here three days and you've already done it." He grumbles.

“Well that just makes me feel like a horrible big sister.” You sigh.

“You’re not my real sister.” He shakes his head.

He can see the hurt in your face. “Why do you always say that Johnny? We practically grew up together! What difference does it make if I’m your step-sister or not!”

“Because…” he grits his teeth. He rubs his hands over his face, stepping around the countertop. “It’s just different okay? You’re not my sister.” He shakes his head. Looking at the ground. "And I'm not a kid anymore alright? I wish you'd stop treating me like one." He sighs. You shake your head. He can see how bad he’s hurting you. He has to go all in.

All the poker chips in the pot, no going back. "Why do you always say that hm? That I'm not your sister? What's the difference?" He can see the tears gathering in your eyes.

“The difference is.. is that…” he shakes his head. Teeth gritted once more.

“Fuck it.” He mutters. He grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you into him. He kisses you hard, feeling you tense up against him. He backs up into the countertop. Your eyes are wide for a second, closing after a moment. He pulls away when he doesn’t feel you kiss back.

“Shit- shit. I’m sorry.” He steps back. Seeing you standing there. You’re staring at him but he can’t tell exactly what’s going through your head.

He wouldn’t call you his sister because of the way he felt about you.

You shake your head, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. Kissing him again.

He freezes up, just like you had. Before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up. He sets you down onto the countertop. Your dress gives him easier access to your body, feeling his rough and calloused hands gliding up your hips and onto your waist. Hooking his fingers over your panties to pull them down. He says nothing more, quickly freeing himself from his jeans, lining up with you. Just like that, you're exposed. Nothing between the both of you anymore.

When he thrusts up into you, a gasp leaves both of your lips. Freezing up momentarily at the intensity. Your hands clutch the edge of the countertop. His eyes burn into yours, only pulling away to look between the both of you. The clarity seems to hit the both of you all at once.

A knock at the door has you both jumping. “Shit-“ you mumble. He presses a finger to your lips. “Y/N? Johnny? Dinner is ready!” He can hear his mum yell. “Fuck- oh fuck.” He mutters as quiet as possible. “Uh. Yeah! Okay! We’re just going to finish this movie really quickly!” He calls out. “Okay sweetie. No rush.”

He can hear her footsteps going back to the main house. He turns back to you. Swallowing hard. “Should we stop?” He asks.

Your heart pounds in your chest. Johnny has barely touched you and you already have that knot forming in your stomach. He’s undeniably good at this, he feels even better. “No.” You look up at him. He swallows hard, grasping a hold of your wrists and holds them against the countertop. Pinning them there. He raises himself up, sliding out of you. Feeling you choke out a gasp as he thrusts back into you. The muscles in his upper arms and shoulders flexing. The muscles in his neck doing the same as he grits his teeth. He pushes you back by your chest, until your back is flat on the counter.

“Oh fuck Johnny.” You whimper. His pace is bruising. Slow but hard thrusts. “Fuck- I’ve wanted this for so long.” He clenches his eyes closed. “So fucking long you have no idea.” He cries, body shivering. He’s finally getting what he’s dreamt of for nearly 20 years. “I knew coming here was a bad idea, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you.” He hisses.

Johnny feels like a freak. Like some kind of pervert for pining after his step-sister after all of these years.

It’s almost like you read his mind. Maybe you can see the doubt in his eyes.

“I-“ you start. You flinch as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix. “It’s why I ran off all your girlfriends.” You gasp as he clutches your thighs harder. “Wasn’t just you.” You pant. Eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck.” He growls. He lowers his head, resting it over your clothed chest. You can feel that his hair is damp with his sweat. The thought that you want him just as bad as he’s wanted you lights a fire inside of Johnny. He bites down onto your collarbone, feeling you whimper. He’s going to make you his. He’s going to show you that nobody will be able to touch you like he can.

Johnny will learn every inch of your body and he’ll know exactly what to do to get you addicted to his touch. Addicted to him.

He adjusts himself, fixing the angle at which he thrusts into you. Gliding through your folds. He presses right against that spongy spot inside of you, hearing you gasp. He lowers his hand, thumbing your clit. He can feel you jump at the pressure he puts on it. “I know it’s a lot baby. Just relax.” He breathes. You nod your head, watching his hands as he touches you. Rubbing gentle circles into your clit. “Poor thing.. so swollen.” He pouts, a smile playing at his lips. A whine leaves your lips. You’re close already. Dangerously close. He can feel you clamping down around him. This is where he makes you his.

He pushes your dress up onto your hips, spreading your legs further. Pushing them up just slightly.

He thrusts into that spot, mercilessly. Your legs tremble and tears gather in your eyes. He’s so good at this, so so good.

Tears spill over your eyelids and before you can stop yourself, a moan leaves your lips. He clamps a hand over your mouth, seeing your eyes roll back. His eyes widen as your pussy clamps down around him. He leans down, pulling his hand away to kiss you, fucking you through your high. Feeling you squirming beneath him as he overstimulates you. “M’close, so close.” He pants. “Can you take it?” He asks. You nod your head. His breathing picks up. You can hear his heart pounding from a few inches away. “It’s okay Johnny. Relax.” You breathe, trying to soothe him. His skin is beat red.

“Look at me.” You breathe. His eyes flicker to yours. “Give yourself to me Johnny.” You sigh. His body shakes, he’s right there. You wrap your legs around him, hands clutching at his shirt for dear life.

He grits his teeth, moaning out as he reaches his high, not even thinking to pull out. A gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening as he empties himself inside of you.

Your thighs are sore and shiver slightly. “Fuck…” he gasps. leaning onto the counter to hold himself up. He breathes heavily. He rests his forehead against yours. He can still hear you panting, over his own. He pulls away from you, sliding himself out of you with a gasp, hearing you whine. He stands up completely, tucking himself back into his jeans. “I.. I gotta go change.” He breathes. You nod your head, pulling your dress down slightly, holding your knees up to yourself. Once he’s gone, you make your way into your room, walking awkwardly as you feel his filth seeping from your cavern, coating your thighs. You lock your bathroom door behind you, turning to look at yourself in the mirror.

You’d just had sex with Johnny. Your step-brother.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. Cleaning yourself up and changing out of your dress before you emerge. You can still hear him moving around in his room. Maybe, it’s a one time thing. Maybe it won’t happen again.

You want to beat yourself up because you know if he tries again. You won’t stop him. You step out into the kitchen, freezing up when you see the countertop where he'd been inside you just moments ago.

A gasp leaves your lips as he turns you by your shoulder, pushing you up against the wall. You didn’t hear him come out. He takes a deep breath, looking at you. “I’m sorry.” He breathes. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He sighs.

“I’m not sorry. Because I liked it.” You breathe, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You can see his eyes darken. He grips your jaw, kissing you again. He kisses you hard, lowering his hand to rest around your throat. Holding you still. You whine into his kiss but he knows he needs to stop before it goes any further. He pulls away, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours. “We have to go inside.” He sighs. Finally pulling himself away from you.

“After you.” He moves to the side. Hearing you laugh.

The dinner table is incredibly awkward. You and Johnny keep exchanging awkward glances, knowing that what you had done just minutes before was sinful. It was dirty and bad and you couldn't imagine what would happen if your parents found out. “So. What movie were you guys watching?” His mum asks.

“Uh..” you breathe. “It was a show I was watching, he was just finishing up the episode with me. Just some documentary.” You speak up fast. Knowing Johnny isn’t too fast on his feet when it comes to lying. “Well I’m glad to see you two getting along.” She smiles. “Yeah. It’s been fun.” You say. “Yeah, I’m glad I came to visit.” Johnny nods. Neither of you eat very much. “I couldn’t help but notice the door was locked earlier.” His mum laughs. “Almost had to dig the key out but I forget you’re both adults and I can’t just barge in.” She laughs. “Oh yeah, I was taking my makeup off in my room and Johnny was taking a shower. Didn’t want to leave it unlocked for some creep to walk in and try to join him or something.” You send him a playful smile, seeing him roll his eyes.

His mum laughs, your dad rolling his eyes at your crude joke.

I almost feels like the dinner goes by even faster. Neither of you wanting to face what had just happened between the both of you.

"Alright, you guys get a good nights sleep, we're going to the lake tomorrow remember?" Your dad smiles. "Yeah, course dad. See you guys in the morning." You smile. You and Johnny walk back to the guest house. It's a slow walk.

When you step inside, locking the door behind you, you turn to him. "Maybe we should talk about this." You sigh. He grips your chin, holding your face still so he can kiss you, feeling you melt right into him. "Or maybe we can talk later." He breathes. His breath is warm on your face. You can't stop yourself as you nod your head. He turns you around, backing you up into the door. Pushing you up against it and kissing you again.

What were you getting yourself into?

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hey I have a request for tan, if that’s okay??I was thinking one were tan is looking after his baby girl who’s 2 years old while his wife is out shopping and then lemon comes round to talk to tan about a mission and so when tan and lemon are speaking in the kitchen ,tan swearing during the conversation ( as usual) but he doesn’t swear when his girl is around, butt he says a swear word and his daughter walks into the kitchen and repeats it to him and lemon looks at him and says “ y/n going to kill you” and tan tells his daughter not to say it but when Y/n comes back she’s like mommy i learned a new word and tells y/n and the readers like and who taught you that word and she’s like daddy If that’s okay please 🙏🏻

so many things for dad tan lately and I love it!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

BRIBERY.

dad tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 678

Tangerine was on parent duty for the morning while you were out food shopping, picking up things you'd all need throughout the week. To get through those few hours as easily and quickly as possible, you left Mandy behind with her dad - allowing them some extra time to bond while you enjoy some much-needed respite.

"Come on, madam, eat it. It's good," Tangerine huffs, scooping his daughter's yoghurt, trying to get her to eat. "It's yummy, see?" he pauses, trying a bit. "Mhmm, tasty. Come on, you try it."

Sitting in her highchair in front of Tan, she blows a raspberry, shaking her head with crossed arms. "No," she pouts, pushing her dad's hand away. "Yucky."

"I'll give you a fiver," he bribes, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. "Don't tell mum."

Her face lights up, her eyes wide. "I want sweets."

"Yeah, well, I want you to eat," he playfully debates, trying to sneak a spoonful into her mouth. "I'll get you some if you eat this."

She takes a bite and spits it back out, speckling Tangerine's hand in light pink yoghurt. "Not nice," she shakes her head, playing with the strawberry on her plate - squeezing it, making even more mess. 

Terrible twos.

Saved by the bell, he hears jingling in the front door, his brother making his way inside. "Alright?" Lemon calls out from the foyer, kicking off his shoes.

"In here," Tangerine responds, directing his brother into the kitchen.

"Ready to talk work?" he asks, setting his bag on the dining table - sitting opposite his brother. "Hiya, Mands," he waves cutely to his niece, frowning playfully when she ignores him. 

Tangerine meets the gaze of his brother, shaking his head with a soft sigh - clearly frazzled. "Pass that shit," he nods to the papers, his other hand holding the spoon, unable to reach across the surface. "Is pickup sorted?" he asks Lemon, turning his attention back to his daughter - trying to sneak in another mouthful. 

"You said you sorted it."

"No, I didn't," Tan protests, looking over his shoulder.

"Yeah, you did. You sent me a screenshot," Lemon starts, pulling out his phone to show his brother. "See? Last Monday."

"Fuck," he huffs. "Yeah, I remember."

"So no pickup? Mission's in a few days."

"Fuck," the sweet voice of his daughter repeats, the word soft and distracted as she squeezes at the fruit on her plate. 

Tangerine and Lemon slowly turn to face Mandy, their eyes widening.

"No, no, we can't say that, darlin'. It's a bad word," Tan attempts to soothe it over - shaking his head at her.

Lemon holds back a snicker before helping his brother. Clearing his throat before continuing. "Saying that word will make all your teeth fall out, Mands."

"Fuck," she repeats, grinning. 

Tangerine gasps, hearing her say it yet again. "You're gonna get daddy killed, you know that?"

"She's back," Lem states, hearing your car pull up onto the drive. 

"Poppet. You listen to me. You can't say that word in front of mummy,  okay? She won't be happy," he pauses, thinking of what to say - something immoral coming to mind. "Remember we talked about sweets earlier, yeah? I'll get you whatever you want, just no naughty words. Promise?"

She nods, her toothy grin almost deceitful. 

You step into the house and fling off your shoes, kicking them with the others by the front door before joining your family in the kitchen. Tan greets you in his usual way, while Lem nods, again in his usual way before they stand, getting up to collect the bags from your car. 

And while they bring in the shopping bags, you make your way over to your daughter in her highchair, food all over her face and clothes.

"Fuck," Mandy repeats, smiling as she looks down at the mess. 

You inhale harshly, turning to face Tangerine and Lemon in the doorway, looking like deer in headlights. "Been teaching my baby new words?" you ask, looking between all three of them.

"Was Lem's fault."

[kieren-fucking-walker]

Hey folks!

A few people asked if I was okay after my other post so I thought I'd give a general update as to Life Things (tm).

My mum finally left my dad, nys sister got married and he wasn't invited to the wedding and the way he acted was enough to make her leave. My youngest sister (still an adult) was left alone with my dad in the house and I had to talk her through packing a bag and leaving without him noticing. They both left pretty much everything behind and we don't know if they'll be able to get it back. They're at my grandparents now which is further away from both of their workplaces and a very temporary solution, but safe at least. My youngest sister is disabled and she needs support nobody can really give her at the moment, but she's safe.

I lost Juniper (one of my cats) a few weeks back. It was old age, but I wasn't able to be with her and it still doesn't quite feel real. I miss her so much, and I feel very bad about not being able to be with her (a very good friend was though, she was loved and wasn't alone thank god.) Sage is looking for her sometimes but seems to have some understanding of what's happened since he saw her briefly afterwards, she's buried in my best friends garden having a new adventure.

My landlord put my rent up by £100, but hasn't fixed a lot of the things wrong with the flat. The cost of heating this place is ridiculously high, so I'm trying to put the heating on as little as possible even though it's dropping into the minus degrees. Apparently they're set to go up even more in the new year because this country wants to kill us I guess.

My disabilities are all flaring up at once, I've had to take unpaid leave from work, I've not been able to afford the physio sessions that stave off the joint issues, or the food that helps keep my protein levels up because it is expensive and I need to eat something at least. I'm very very lucky that we have the NHS and all of my medications now qualify so at least I get those.

It's coming up to Christmas, I don't know what it's going to be like this year. My family is scattered and all in precarious situations, none of us have much to spare and most of us don't have a permanent home or more than a suitcase of stuff. I need to get Sage his vaccinations, and I feel terrible about leaving him alone in the cattery over Christmas.

That is to say that life is a lot. It's good things, but unstable. My dad is harassing us all, but we aren't stuck with him. I can't afford to keep my disabilities at bay, but my family is safer even if they need more support. Mentally at least I'm okay, I think.

If you'd like to help out, my PayPal is here and my Ko-Fi is here. If you can't or just don't want to this is not for you, god knows we're all going through hard times at the moment and the world is going to shit, but if you do and you're able it will be much appreciated by me and my family.

Finally here is a picture of my beautiful Juniper. Rest in peace my darling.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season, and thank you for reading 💜

[sarahmysweetie]

Can I request a rafe fic with a young single mum? Maybe when they first meet, love at first sight and he finds out she has a kid? Something cute? Maybe she’s nervous of how he’ll react

Thank you! (Also. If you don’t want to write it it’s fine!)

Come and get your love

Rafe Cameron x reader

Hii thank you so much for the request<33 i hope you like thiss

Summary: Rafe asks reader out on a date, but she doesn't tell him about her having a son. What happens when Rafe finds out?

No warnings i think, extremly fluffy<33

I lift drinks on my tray and wipe my forehead with my free hand. It gets really hot working at The Wreck. I'm not complaining though, because i need this money. The Carreras were very kind to hire me.

"To table three", Anna Carrera tells me and walks to another table. Come and get your love by Redbone is playing. Cause you're mine, and you're fine and you, look so divine. I put on my customer service smile and turn around towards table three. As i turn around, i bump into something. The tray swings all the drinks on me. I yelp as the cold liquid drenches me.

"I'm so sorry", the something says.

"No no, i am so sorry", i ramble and lift my gaze. A tall man with a buzzed hair. It's Rafe Cameron. Now, i don't actually know him know him, but everybody knows the Camerons.

"I am really sorry sir, i should be more careful", i say. "Nah don't worry are you okay?", he looks at me straight in the eyes. Something flips inside my stomach. Come and get your love... I quickly look away.

"Um yeah i'm okay. S-sorry again", i disappear into the kitchen. I try to wipe my clothes, but there is no saving them. I groan and go change. I spend rest of the evening serving tables, avoiding Rafe's eyes. I'm so embarrassed. I awkwardly look at the ground when i serve Ward and Rafe's table.

My shift is almost over. I quit early today, cause i have an opening shift tomorrow. I go clear the last tables before i leave. When i go clear the table were the Cameron's sat at, i see a napkin with black writing on it. Date at 9pm? Meet me here. I lift my gaze, hoping that he didn't leave yet. I spin my head around and see him walking out the door after Ward. Rafe turns to look at me, smiling. I look at the napkin. Then at him. I nod.

I smile the whole walk back home from work. Now, i know that people have many opinions about Rafe Cameron. But, no one has asked me on a date in ages, and i don't judge people before getting to know them. I open the door to my house. I remove my shoes and that's when i hear small steps running towards me. I smile and open my arms.

"Mommy!" my 3 year old son exclaims and clings on to me.

"Hii sweetie, mommy missed you so much", i smile and hug my son. The babysitter walks from the kitchen.

"Hi y/n, how was work?" she asks me.

"Ugh terrible, the heat is killing me. Thank you for watching Leo again Vanessa", i give her a tired smile. Then i remember. I walk to Vanessa so that my son wouldn't hear. I don't want him asking what's a date, with who, who is that, why, why. why. Toddlers ask so many questions. He runs back to the living room, probably to get his toy.

"I got asked on a date today", i whisper to Vanessa.

"Oh my god by who!" she asks, excited.

"It was Rafe Cameron", i say. "You mean Ward Camerons son?" Vanessa asks, her eyes wide. I nod.

"And i hate to ask you this, but could you watch Leo for the night? Of course i'll pay you extra", i ask her.

"Of course i will. You go have fun, you deserve it."

I meet Rafe at the door of my workplace.

"You came", he smiles when i arrive.

"Someone asks me out, of course i show up", i smile back at him. He is wearing a casual white button up. I'm wearing a red flowy dress.

"So, where are we going?" i ask. Rafe grins in a way that makes my stomach flip.

"Well i wondered that you probably don't wanna have dinner at your workplace."

"Yeah not really", i laugh. Rafe's face is illuminated by the yellow light of the lamp post above us.

"Get in then", he says and pulls his car keys out of his pocket. I follow him to his nice looking car. He turns to look at me when he opens the door of the passenger's side for me.

"I promise to not like, drive you out of town and murder you or something", he smirks as i get in his car. I laugh and shut the door and in a second he has gone around the car and sits behind the wheel. I smile as i put on the seatbelt.

"So you'll murder me in town?" i joke. It makes him laugh. I need to bite my lip to not smile like a 12 year old girl with a crush.

We talk and laugh the whole short drive to the restaurant. There is not a one awkward silence. We get to the restaurant, order our foods and then start eating. We both ordered a steak. Suddenly Rafe lifts his gaze.

"Oh i didn't even ask, how old are you?"

"I'm 20", i answer. How did we forget to talk about our ages? Funny.

"Same", he answers before i get to ask. Well, i already knew his age. I get lost in my thoughts for a second, but i hear him ask something.

"Sorry what?" i didn't hear Rafe.

"Your family. Do you live alone?", he looks at me.

"Yeah i live alone", i answer before i even get to think. The lie just slips out of my mouth. I feel bad immediately. I'm just afraid that he won't be interested in me after he finds out i have a son. Young mothers aren't the jackpot in the dating world.

"What about you?", i ask him, trying to hide my thoughts.

"I live in my family's house, but they are living at our summerhouse right now. Well, my dad just came back, as you saw", he answers.

"Did you like being alone, or did you miss the noise", i ask and smile.

"It is nice to be by myself, not having anyone around to tell me what to do and what to not do", he smiles.

"Yeah, i remember when i first moved to my own place, i missed the noise of my family's house. You know, my siblings", i tell him.

"Yeah i get that. I don't have the best relationship with my dad, so it was nice to have some space", Rafe says and his eyes darken and smile dies.

"Oh i'm sorry i didn't mean to bring up anything", i reach and touch his arm comfortingly. He looks at my hand on his arm, and i feel my cheeks go red. I take my hand off and place it on my lap.

"No it's fine, you didn't do anything", Rafe assures me.

"I just feel like i could tell you anything", he continues. Could i tell you anything? Could i tell you that i'm a mother?

"I guess some people just have that kind of aura", i say, trying to hide my growing feelings. We chat for the rest of the dinner, sometimes talking deep and sometimes laughing so hard my stomach hurts. When it's time to pay the bill, Rafe takes his wallet out. I grab my wallet too, already scared of the price.

"No no no, i got it", he says and grabs his credit card.

"I'm the one who took you here", he smiles. I smile and thank him, being eased by the fact that i still got money for diapers.

"So...", Rafe says while we stand in front of the restaurant.

"I would hate for this to be the last time i see you", he says. I look at his face, his eyes locked to mine, his lips turned up into a smile. I can't believe this is happening. He wants to see me again.

"So. Is it?" he asks. He looks down at his hands, fidgeting with his ring. He is nervous. I suddenly realize that. This is the opposite of him asking me out confidently with the paper note. He is scared that i reject him. Rafe lifts his gaze up, to see me smiling.

"It isn't. I would love to see you again", i tell him. Immediately his face lightens up. I can almost imagine his heart slowing down to normal tempo again. For a second we stand still, not knowing what to do.

"I can drive you home", Rafe says and points to his car with his thumb. Oh no, what if he wants to walk me to the door, what if Leo isn't asleep, what if he runs to the door, Rafe will find out. My heart starts pounding.

"No no, it's in the opposite direction and very close", i assure him quickly.

"I don't mind if it's in the wrong direct-"

"I'll sleep better if i walk." I try to smile at him, begging that he drops this. I know that he is just trying to be nice. "

Okay", Rafe says, not wanting to push me. For a second we stand still, not knowing what to do. I don't know how people end dates! Then Rafe opens his arms slightly and steps closer. I get what he is trying and hug him. It is a little hard to find a comfortable position, because Rafe is so much taller than me. He kind of leans down slightly, so that my head goes over his shoulder, not smashing against his chest.

"Thank you for the company", i say softly and pat his back slightly before we pull away from the hug.

"Thank you", Rafe smiles. I smile back.

"So, i better get going", i breathe out.

"Wait", Rafe grabs my hand gently. I wait for him to say something.

"Can i kiss you?" he asks, still holding my hand. My lips turn in to a smile and i nod. Rafe pulls me closer, leans in and kisses me. He holds my cheek gently, and i lift my hand to touch his jaw. The kiss is soft and sweet. It doesn't feel weird or unnatural. When we pull off, we realise that we don't have eachothers numbers. We switch contacts, and after assuring Rafe that i'm sure about walking home, we say goodbye.

Needless to say, i smiled like crazy the whole walk home.

I'm sitting on a park bench, watching my son play in the sandbox. There is other moms too, watching and guarding their children. It's been 3 weeks since my first date with Rafe. After that, we have seen regularly. We have chatted, had long phone calls, dinners, or just late night walks. But there is two kinds of nights. The ones when i fall asleep smiling, thinking about him. And the ones when i fall asleep crying, thinking about him. I still haven't told him. I haven't told Rafe about my son. My son, who makes me so happy. But, the more days passed by, the harder it got to tell him the truth. I'm just too scared. Too scared of his reaction, if he doesn't want to see someone who has a child. I don't want to lose him. But i do realize that i have to tell him at some point. I just really, really don't know how. Suddenly i snap back to reality by a voice.

"Hey y/n!" I look up. It's Rafe. It's him. He sits down next to me on the bench.

"Hi Rafe", i say, not knowing what to do.

"I was just walking by and then i saw you", he smiles. My heart breaks. He is so happy to see me. What about when he finds out i'm a liar? Maybe he is in a hurry, maybe he leaves soon, maybe i don't need to tell him today.

"You babysitting?" Rafe points with his head to the kids playing. I don't get to answer. I probably wouldn't had an answer anyways.

"Mommy it broke!" My heart sinks to my stomach. My son is at the sandbox, his toycar's wheel has come off. I don't dare to look at Rafe. I almost feel tears forming in my eyes, but my face stays blank as I stand up and walk to help my son. I can't see it, but i can feel Rafe's look. I can feel him watching me crouch down and fix my son's toy.

"Here you go sweetie", i whisper to my son who happily takes the toy from my hand. He immediately goes back to his playing. I stand up. I don't dare to turn around, or walk back to Rafe. I don't want to see the look on his face. I bite the inside of my cheek, and finally turn around. I walk back to the bench and sit down, never looking at Rafe. I feel a single tear run down my cheek, but i don't lift my hand to wipe it.

"You have a kid?" i hear Rafe say. His voice triggers the stream of tears. I stand up quickly and walk towards my son, frantically wiping the tears as they fall.

"Okay Leo, let's go home", i try to say, but it sounds more like choking. Tears wet my cheeks. I lift my hand so that my son would hold it, so that we could get home. He sits at the sandbox, holding his car, with a confused look on his little face. He doesn't understand what's wrong with his mommy. Then Rafe rushes after me, grabbing my arm.

'"No, please y/n let's talk", Rafe begs me. I finally turn to look at him. There is no betrayal on his face. No disgust of me being a huge liar. No sudden distance. He looks scared. Worried. Caring. I try to look away, and I try to say something, but no words get out of my mouth. Only frantic and panicky sobs and breathes get through.

"Shh it's okay breathe", Rafe says. Now i notice his hands on my shoulders.

"Come here, let's talk", Rafe says quietly, almost whispering.

"Everything is okay sweetie, just play with your car", i tell my son, squeezing the words through the hand that i've pressed over my mouth. I don't want Leo to see me cry panickly, i wan't him to feel like everything is just fine. Rafe guides me back to the bench and sits next to me. I see my son looking confused, but slowly getting back to playing with his car. Rafe waits till i've calmed down. When my breathing eases and the tears stop rolling, he opens his mouth.

"How old is he?"

"Three", i answer steadying my breathing.

"Why didn't you tell me that you have a son", Rafe asks. I turn to look at him. His brows are slightly furrowed, but he still isn't mad. I turn my head straight again.

"At our first date i... i was too scared to tell you. No one wants young mothers. So i just... didn't tell you. I meant to. I really did. But the more time passed, the more difficult it became to actually tell you. I liked you so much, and i didn't want you to loose interest in me", i speak, and he let's me. Rafe doesn't interrupt me, he just sits and listens to me.

"And i understand if you never want to see me again, cause i'm a liar and- and-" but then he stops me.

"Y/n stop." I stop and turn to look at him. I can see Rafe taking a deep breath.

"So you had him when you were... 17?", he counts in his head. I nod. He keeps asking questions. Why isn't he yelling at me?

"Is his father around?", he asks. I turn to look at him again.

"Definitely not. We met at a party. Didn't really know him well, and i was pressured by the fact that 'everyone is doing it so i have to do it too'. So, it definitely wasn't love. I told him i got pregnant though. I remember, he looked at me like it was weird that i would tell him. He didn't want anything to do with the baby, and i never met or even saw him again. I heard he became a drug addict and overdosed. So... not around. My family was supportive though, so i wasn't alone", i explain to him.

"I'm sorry that he didn't want anything to do with it", Rafe says.

"I'm not. We are better off without him", i smile sadly. He looks at me then looks at Leo.

"I'm so sorry Rafe", i whisper, fighting tears again. Rafe shakes his head a little.

"You know i'm falling in love with you right?", he suddenly says. I turn my head and meet his beautiful eyes.

"W-what?"

"I've been happier than ever in my life these last weeks. I was gonna ask you to be my girlfriend", Rafe's eyes never leave mine. Wait what? I try to swallow a lump in my throat.

"Is the offer still on the table?" my heart skips beats. I've never been so scared before. The second feels like hours. Then his lips turn into a smile.

"Of course it is", he takes a hold of my hand.

"So you forgive me?" He nods and sqeezes my hand.

"And obviously i want to be your girlfriend", i finally smile. He smiles too, before he pulls me in for a hug. I bury my head in his shoulder and neck.

"It takes a bit of digesting, just to get used to it", he says when we break away. He sees my startled face and then quickly adds:

"No i don't mean it like that. I will get used to it. You having a son definitely isn't a dealbreaker." I smile with my heart full of relief.

"Can i meet him?" he suddenly ask.

"Sure", i answer and stand up. Why am i nervous? Rafe walks behind me as i get to the sandbox.

"Hi sweetie, this is um... mommy's friend", i smile and Rafe grins at me. He crouches down to Leo's level.

"Hi i'm Rafe", he smiles at my son. Leo hides his face behind his toycar.

"He is a little shy when meeting new people", i whisper to Rafe's ear.

"What do we say?" i crouch down and whisper to my son, tickling his cheek.

"Am Leo", he says and smiles shyly.

"Do you want ice cream Leo?" Rafe asks him smiling sweetly.

"If that's okay with mommy", he continues and looks at me. I nod and smile, looking at him talking to my son. Leo nods, now a little less shy.

"Okay let's go", Rafe stands up. Leo gets up and starts following Rafe. Rafe digs his wallet from his pocket and walks slowly, watching that Leo keeps up. I stand still, forgetting myself. I feel so happy, seeing how well Leo gets along with Rafe. And how well Rafe took the news.

"Mommy?" i snap back to reality and my eyes focus again. Leo has stopped and turned to look at me. Rafe waits by his side, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"I'm coming", i smile. My legs start working again as i walk to my favorite people.

A/n: Lemme know if u want a part 2, maybe a year later fic?

[starlightshadowsworld]

Percy: I will say, glad Camp Half-blood doesn't have a Lupa. Cos 12 year old me, yeah I'd have been fucked.

Frank: She's something alright.

Hazel: Got that right. I swear mine felt like it took forever but it was only a few days.

Frank: Same here.

Percy: One of the longest weeks of my life.

Jason: What are you guys talking about?

Frank: Just our tests with Lupa. Say, what was yours like?

Percy: Oh, oh this I gotta hear.

Jason: Test?

Hazel: Yeah, you know the test Lupa gives every Roman demigod.

Jason: Which one?

Frank: Er, the one where she tests our skills and worth.

Jason: No I get that but which one of the tests do you mean?

Percy: The test, the one test we did.

Jason: Oh, you guys just had one?

Percy:... What did you do?

Jason: My mum gave me to her when I was a toddler and so she raised me. Chuckles It was pretty much tests from day one.

Frank:... You were a toddler and you did, the same tests we did, heck you did more so... As a toddler

Jason: I mean when you put it like that it sounds bad.

Hazel: It is! That is so fucked!

Percy: Jase... I found that hard, now... How, how did you do that?

Jason: Shrugs I mean, kinda had too if I didn't pass she would've killed me soo... You know.

Percy:.. Okay so I'm adding slay a wolf goddess to my list.

Hazel: And mine.

Frank: Same here... What the pluto man...

Jason: I mean we all did it.

Hazel: Not like that! That is so wrong on so many different levels.

Nico: Why's everyone yelling?

Reyna: Yeah we can hear you from across camp.

Percy: Jason was just telling us he did his tests with Lupa from 2 years old.

Reyna:... What...?!

Frank: And if he failed, she'd have killed him.

Nico:...I'm gonna get the Greek Fire.

Reyna: Wait for me.

Jason: Don't you guys think you're overacting.

All: NO!

Reyna: You say that again and I'm telling your sisters.

Thalia: Telling us what?

Annabeth: Yeah, what's going on?

[whorekneecentral]

DadBstf!seb just teaching you how to fuck after your dad asked him to stay at the house with you whilst he’s away

this fucks. so much. you get it. you get me.

Just as you arrived home for summer break, your parents were leaving for the 25th wedding anniversary trip. Although you were 20 and had stayed home alone a million times over, your parents, well your dad, still didn't trust you to stay at home alone. 

As an extra precaution, he asked his best friend, Sebastian, to stay with you for the few days they'd be gone. 

You and Sebastian always co-existed, you got along just fine and there was no bad blood but it's not like you spent a lot of time having conversations with him. Truthfully, for most of your life, Sebastian popped in for a weekend here and there or your parents took a trip to see him race. Even when you did watch the races, he wasn't really there -  he was mostly focussed on his race. 

But now it was just the two of you, in the house for the next six days. 

Sebastian have left earlier that day, knocking on your door and telling you that he's got some errands to run and he would be back later that afternoon. You shouted okay and rolled over and went back to sleep. 

It was nearly 6, when you heard the front door unlocked. Sebastian coming in with a few bags before returning to the living room to check on you. 

“What’re you watching?” He asked, walking around to sit next to you on the couch. “Oh uh, fifty shades.” You shrugged, “they finally put the second part on and I fell asleep in the theatre when we went to go see it.” 

“Are you old enough to be watching this?” Seb looked over at you, deadpan but you laughed. “Very funny,” you reached for the remote, “I can change it, we can watch something else.” 

“No no,” Seb shook his head, settling in on the couch. “Don’t change it on account of me, watch your movie.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a bit, focussed on the movie, playing on screen. And, of course, as expected, a sex scene on. You hear Sebastian snicker and you look over at him, confused. 

“What?” You asked, “you’re not that childish, are you?” You joked and he shook his head. 

“It looks so.. forced. I know it’s not real but they didn’t even try to make it seem real.” 

“I wouldn’t know the difference,” you shrugged, turning your attention back to the scene. Sebastian was curious, everyone knew that but they also knew curiosity was what killed the cat. 

He shifts to face you, “what does that mean?” 

“I had sex once at this party but I was drunk and from what I can remember, it wasn’t that great.” 

“Well that’s no good,” he says and you shrug once again, “that’s life.” 

“It doesn’t have to be that way.” He looks at you and you look back to him, brows furrowed. “What does that mean?” 

Sebastian scoots a little closer. “I can show you.. if you’d like.” 

“We shouldn't,” you turn to face him. 

He shrugs, “what’s the harm?” He pulls your leg and now you're face to face with him. “You need a real man to show you how to fuck.” His hand comes up to rest on your cheek and you find yourself leaning into him. You close the gap, kissing the man.

It was heavy, heated. His hands on your body, pulling you over and onto him. You were perched on his lap, Seb’s hands on your ass when he kisses you.

Not a word is spoken between the two of you, what little clothes you had on was gathered in a pile on the floor when he rolls you two over again. You were flat on your back, Seb settled between your legs.

“Are we-” you cut him off with a kiss. “Please,” your hand rested on his jaw, “Seb please.”

He nods, there wasn't much else to say. Not that anything makes sense at the moment, it was all physical. His hand slips between the two of you, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hips lift, wanting more from him.

Seb’s hand wandered a little lower, a finger pushed in slowly. He can feel how wet you are, wrapped around his finger and he smiles.

“All of this for me?” He asks, cocky as ever.

“God, just fuck me.” You mumble, not wanting to wait. You waited long enough.

Seb nods, barely pushing into you. Your hands grip on his biceps, his lips finding yours when he pushes in all the way, muffling the moans that left your lips. 

He pulls one of your legs up to hitch on his hip. “Fuck,” you breath, his thrusts faster and harder. How you wished you could scream his name right now. Seb’s hand drops between the two of you, rubbing your clit; matching the pace of his hips.

Your head falls back into the pillows when he hits the spot he was looking for. His fingers that were previous on your clit now shoved into your mouth to muffle the sounds tumbling from your lips.

Seb leans down, his lips next to your ear; “you know those boys couldn't satisfy you the way I do.” 

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

First day

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Alex Vause x reader

!!TW: mention of murder and vague drug mention!!

Work count:: 1.2k (not proof read)

Alex POV: (Alex and Piper aren't together in this)

I walked into the cafeteria and joined the que to get lunch, another day of sloppy something, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. Yum, I can't complain though because it's better than nothing and if I do complain Red will starve me out. Brushing off hat thought, I get my food and saunter over to a table with some of my friends on it, Morello, Chapman and Nicky.  I take a seat and listen in on their conversation. 

Nicky - "No c'mon, she's hot."

Piper - "I agree, I mean have you seen her. The eyes, hair the hair!" dragging out the r sound at the end as if to make a point.

Alex - "Who you talking about?"

Nicky - "That new girl that showed up in the van this morning, she's very good lookin' although she's been crying in the bathroom since she got here so maybe not the most stable girl in here."

Morello - "There's worse trust me, and besides why are you all getting so worked up about this? Yeah she's nice to look at but what if she has someone outside of here? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend or someone, she might even be married for all you know?"

Nicky - "Yeah but you said it, she's nice to look at tuts, she's gunna be getting looks from all over. If she stops crying of course."

At this point my interest was piqued and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so once I'd sat, had a tal and eaten my food I was going to go find this mystery girl and find out if they're actually telling the truth.

Y/n POV:

I can't believe I actually did that. I killed her. I killed my own mother. I keep telling myself it was the only way out but everytime I think about it the guilt and self resentment creeps back in. My mum had munchausen by proxy and she made me believe I was sick and could walk or do practically anything by myself. I really didn't see any other way out so, one night I just did it. Obviously I feel terrible and wish I'd never done it but, there really was no other way out. Anyway, it's done now and I'm in jail, thankfully not maximum security because people could see my side of the story and saw I wasn't just a cold-blooded killer. 

I've been at Litchfield a little over 5 hours now and as soon as I was allowed to go off and do my thing, I went straight for the bathroom and I've been crying ever since. Somehow, I managed to get the only stall with a door so thankfully people can't just watch me cry, hear me yes but watch, no.

All day people have been staring and I don't know why. Maybe they think I'm fucked up for what I did or something. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on the door. 

Alex - "Hey, you okay in there? Stupid question I know because well, you're crying but I still feel like I have to ask."

I bite my lip and sigh before responding, I didn't expect anyone to actually care.

Y/n -  "Uhm- yeah, I guess I'm okay. Not my ideal situation but you know, life goes on."

Alex - "Yeah well you got that one right."

After that a not awkward but not totally comfortable silence fell over us. I slowly stood up and unlocked the door. I stepped out and tried to dry my face from the copious amount of tears I'd shead in the past hours of being here. Instantly this woman picked up on it and gently held my face in one hand and helped me wipe my tears with the other.

Alex - "You'll be okay, I'm going to be brutally honest with you, the first few days are actual hell, you'll miss everything and everyone but, I'll be here is you ever want to talk about it okay? Oh, and I'm Alex by the way, but everyone calls me Vause, it's my last name." 

I smiled at Alex and nodded my head a small thank you leaving my lips. She pulled me into her embrace and held me tight. 

Alex - "You know, they were right."

I was confused because I had not a single idea what she was going on about. So, I pulled my head slightly away from her shoulder and looked at her.

Y/n - "What do you mean? Who's right?"

Alex - "Oh just my friends, they said some stiff about how you were really good looking and what not."

You felt a blush creep across my face as you looked into her gorgeous green eyes only now just realising after looking a her properly just how beautiful she really was. A sly smirk found it's way onto her lips before she spoke again. 

Alex - "Hey, don't get all shy on me now."

A she said that her hand found it's way to my waist as she pulled me closer again. Whilst she trailed her other hand up my body and hooked a finger around my chin so I'd look her in the eyes.

Y/n - "You really mean it?"

Alex - "Of course I do, I mean I've known you what, like 2 minutes and I'm already calling you beautiful I think that speaks for itself ." 

I giggle a bit and looked down in an attempt to hide my flustered face yet again, knowing she was right. I looked her in the eyes again only to see her eyes had never left me and she had a wide smile of her face. 

Alex POV:

I looked down slightly because I was a bit taller than her and just marvelled at this gorgeous girl in front of me she had glowing y/h/c hair and shining y/e/c eyes, her smile could light up a room and her laugh was so fucking adorable. Normally, I'm not the one to fall over small stuff like this but she was different,  I don't know why, she just was.

She looked me back in the eyes and I couldn't help myself anymore, I leaned in and captured her lips in mine. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her hand found their way into my hair while mine rested on the small of her back keeping her safe in my arms. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance and she happily agreed. She tugged on my hair a little so in return I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip and she let out a small breathy moan which was almost silent but, I could still hear it. We broke away for ir and as soon as we separated we crashed our lips back together hungrily. She was almost as addictive as some of the things women in the jail used to do. 

Just as things were getting heated someone burts into the bathroom.

Healy - "INMATES NO LESBIAN ACTIVITY ALLOWED!"

We both untangled ourselves from each other and apologised. As he left I whispered in her ear. 

Y/n POV:

Alex - "He won't catch us tonight sweetheart don't worry. I'll have you all to myself, I'll make you feel better."

She then gave me a final eck on the lips and walked out the bathroom. Oh man, I was not going to get much sleep on my first night in prison.

[helloalycia]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 [𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄] — 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐍𝐀𝐌-𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐘

one / two / three / four / masterlist / wattpad

summary: Alycia finally confronts her father about your relationship.

warning/s: none.

author's note: here's a little bonus part that isn't very long because a lot of people wanted some sort of conclusion haha – not gonna lie, i was just gonna leave it open-ended but then decided to just quickly write this. Hope you like it!

I chewed my lip subconsciously as I watched Alycia and her father going back and forth at one another outside in the garden.

Stood inside the safe confinements of the dining room, I'd been observing their conversation-turned-argument through the glass for the past five minutes, the double glazing allowing for the occasional loudly-yelled word or phrase to be heard. It was enough for me to make out the unpleasantries exchanged, the absolute Clayton slander from Alycia and basically everything she'd ever bottled up in regard to her father.

It would have been satisfying to witness if I didn't feel so bad about it all. As annoying as her father was, it was still her father, and even though Alycia had promised to make things right after our cuffs came off earlier, it didn't change that fact.

When I felt a presence beside me, I looked away from them to see Millie had approached, standing beside me and looking outside curiously.

"Damn, she's finally standing up to him, huh?" she realised.

I nodded, looking back to them. "Yep. We leave first thing in the morning."

Mille hummed, surprised. "Well, I'm happy for you. It's about time Alycia stepped up for you. You deserve it, Y/N."

I smiled appreciatively, glancing at her. "Thanks, Millie. You're one of the few things that made this trip tolerable."

Millie snorted with amusement. "No worries. Happy to be of service."

I snickered before turning around when I heard the sliding door open. A quick glance told me Alycia's father was storming off in a mood, and Alycia herself was returning with a heavy sigh to mark her frustration and relief.

"How did it go?" I asked her with a raised brow, before sarcastically adding, "Looked great from where I was stood."

With a reassuring smile, she approached me. "It's all okay now. And I feel a lot better."

I exhaled, giving her a small smile, and then she noticed Millie stood beside me and grew embarrassed.

"Millie," she acknowledged with a nod. "Look, I... I must apologise for my behaviour earlier. It wasn't appropriate and it certainly wasn't fair of me."

Millie tried not to laugh as she replied generously, "It's okay. I kind of figured there was more to it."

Cheeks dusting pink, Alycia struggled for words. "Still."

Finally smiling, Millie said, "It's okay. No harm, no foul." A pause, and then she added, "It'll certainly be boring without you two around."

Laughing to herself, she left the two of us alone and Alycia seems to relax fully.

"It was nice of you to apologise," I told her, resting a hand on her arm as I stepped closer.

"I was an arse to her," she admitted. "It was needed."

I scrunched my nose up. "Yeah, just a little."

She rolled her eyes, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Whatever. Let's go pack, idiot."

I laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into my side as we walked.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon packing our things before relaxing in our room, watching some TV, before we had to endure a final family dinner tonight. I was dreading it slightly, worried her dad might kill me or something, but to our surprise, he didn't show.

Her mum was seated at the table already, Alycia and I soon joining her, but her dad wasn't there. Alycia didn't seem to mind, but I felt a little guilty, wondering if this was all worth it.

"He's sulking," her mum explained to us when she saw our expressions.

"Good," Alycia said dismissively. "I've said all I have to say."

Her mum sighed. "I know, hon."

"I refuse to visit here until he learns to accept my life as it is," Alycia told her knowingly. "That includes my girlfriend. But you're always welcome to visit us, mum, you know that, right?"

Her mum smiled and nodded. "I know. I'm sure he'll get over himself." Her eyes fell to me, softening apologetically. "He'll understand. Eventually. He's just too stubborn for his own good."

I nodded halfheartedly, eyes returning to my dinner plate as I wasn't sure what to say and it felt like I'd made things worse.

Thankfully, dinner went by quickly enough, with Alycia and her mum soon forgetting of the drama and simply having a final catch up before we'd leave tomorrow. After dessert, we all said our goodnights, and Alycia and I finished early for the evening, the day's events taking its toll on us.

Shortly after, I found myself curled up to Alycia's side in bed, head tucked in the space between her shoulder and neck as her hand gently stroked my hair. It was quiet, myself relaxing the longer we stayed like that, but then she spoke.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "That it took so long for me to stick up for you. For us."

"Better late than never," I attempted to joke to lighten the mood, but she merely sighed in response.

"He'll come around," she said with certainty, though it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.

"For your sake, I hope so," I said, lips brushing her skin. "He'll miss seeing how amazing you are and have no choice but to."

She chuckled quietly beside me, leaning back to get a better look at me. Her green eyes sparkled with adoration as they met mine, making me smile.

"I think you're biased, darling," she said softly, hand tracing my jaw.

I shook my head nonchalantly. "Nah, I'm not."

Her smile widened and she leaned in, closing the gap between us for a moment. When she pulled back, she said, "You're not?"

I shook my head again, eyes lowering to her lips before capturing them between mine briefly. "Nope."

She snickered before reattaching our lips, body pressing to mine in a way that fogged all my senses and made my heart blossom in my chest. Her tongue slipped between my lips and found mine, overwhelming me in the best way possible as her hand simultaneously slid down my side and past my waist.

It was safe to say that I couldn't remember what we'd even been talking about until that point.

—

"Is that the last one?" Alycia called from the bottom of the staircase.

"Yeah," I called back, before dragging the final suitcase behind me, taking it downstairs.

We were finally leaving the Debnam-Carey mansion, to my relief. I brought the suitcase outside where the driver was loading the car with our things and turned to see Alycia hugging her mother by the front door. Sucking up a breath, I approached them and waited patiently.

"He's not gonna say goodbye, is he?" Alycia asked her mum, trying to show indifference, but I could see that she was disappointed.

"He's sulking," her mum said with a slight frown.

Alycia sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose. I placed a comforting hand on her back, though my insides were shrivelling with guilt.

"You've got a good thing here with Y/N," her mum said to her, surprising me. "Don't let his petulance ruin that." Alycia nodded, and her mum looked to me with a softened expression. "He's gonna come around. He's gonna see how important this is. How special you are to our Leashy. He never stays mad for long."

I appreciated her attempt at reassuring me, her no doubt having seen my guilty face, but still wasn't sure. "What if he doesn't?"

She smiled considerately. "Oh, he will."

I nodded slightly, a little more at ease. The last thing I wanted was to drive a wedge in their family. Alycia hugged her mum once more, thanking her for her support.

"I'm sorry I've never been too welcoming to you," her mum said to me with apologetic eyes, and for a moment, she resembled her daughter, making it difficult to hold a grudge. "But this trip has just proven how important you are in Alycia's life. So, welcome to the family, Y/N."

Growing warm at the attention, I nodded awkwardly, small smile on my lips. "Thank you. That means a lot."

Alycia's smile widened as she took my hand in hers, and I was glad that at least something good came out of this whole fiasco. Years later to be accepted was better than never, I supposed.

After a final goodbye, Alycia and I went into the car with a heavy sigh. She reconnected our hands across the middle seat as the driver began our journey, and gave me a soft smile.

"Time to go back home," she said, squeezing my hand.

I returned her smile, though still felt the need to check on her. "Are you gonna be okay? With your dad and everything?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, lighthearted smile on her face, like nothing could bother her right now. "He'll get over it. And I have you, don't I?"

I sighed, her happiness contagious as a smile crept on my lips. "You do."

She leaned forward to kiss my lips briefly before settling into her seat. "What a trip, am I right?"

I laughed, shaking my head with disbelief. "Don't you know it, love. Don't you know it."

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Mimic Headcanons?

you're making me start to like this little fucker

Okay to me Henry made the Mimic in University in the robotics society only he and Bill were members of (there used to be more people but they left cus these two are insufferable together). It won them an award and then he just kinda forgot about it till Charlie was born and he realised she could spend time with the robot while he was off being emotionally distant. So Charlie plays with the Mimic a ton when the Afton kids are with their mum and her dad's busy.

Obvs Charlie dies and Henry sees the Mimic acting like his recently deceased daughter and he just kinda beats the shit out of it and locks it in the Fredbear's basement so he doesn't have to see it.

So the Mimic goes like YEARS going a little stir crazy in there. It was built to copy things and is now in an environment with absolutly nothing to copy. So it turns inwards and reruns the memories it already has over and over and over again. It internalises Charlie's manurisms and Henry's propensity for violence but It latches on to Bill specifically cus he's the only one who hasn't actively hurt it. And Bill was the guy who worked on it's coding I think it's in character for him to program the Mimic to prefer copying him cus he's a little egotist.

Fast foward and Faz Inc is scrounging around the FFPS loctaion (which is Fredbears I think they're the same building) and they find this really old, rusted animatronic and they think it's a GREAT idea to extract its code and see what's up with it.

So the Mimic gets access to the internet and the first thing it does is beam all the information about William Afton it can into its head. Its watched all the doccumentaries, read all the books, heard ALL of the true crime podcasts. So it concocts an idea of this guy based on all that which is 'Kinda Queer Rabbit. Kills Kids at Freddy's' with like a bunch of triva about Bill thrown in there for good measure.

So yeh the rest is history, it gets put in the Help Wanted project to aid in development and ends up manipulating a bunch of the devs into doing awful things (and I think it is manipulation I kinda really dislike the possession angle) and it meets Vanny who's like... gotten SUPER into the Freddy's Murders after she started working for Faz Inc, so she agrees to do its bidding. For the most part that's 'what would William Afton do here' and 'Please get my physical body out of the hole'.

Yeh I think the Mimic is this really fun device for exploring cycle of abuse stuff and the legacy William leaves behind after his death- and how even though the guy himself is long burried the impact he's left on the people around him still festers and harms.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

My Biggest Regret

Part seven

**

Dinner went on smoothly and the boys each complimented the girls on how much they enjoyed it. Making sure not to leave anything behind.

"Do you need help with the dishes?" Y/n turned to look over at who was talking (she still wasn't sure about the different voices and who they belonged to too)

"No it's fine Han, you can go to sleep, it's late anyways," she let out a small chuckle and continued to run the hot water.

"I'm not tired and I want to help, let me help?" He had already walked over to the sink so Y/n really didn't have the chance to say no.

"Okay fine, since you're already here," she giggled, "I'll wash and you rinse alright?"

"You got it dude," he smiled over at her slowly getting lost in her eyes but soon snapping out of it.

"Okay so, Y/n…” he turned on the called water to start rinsing, he wanted to start a conversation it was eating him up, “Where are you from?"

"My mum and dad are mixed with different things but I'd just say Australia," she said softly, "wait here lemme help you with that," she quickly said after seeing he was struggling a bit.

She reached over into his side of the sink and slowly guided his hand trying to avoid the blender from cutting his fingers. She was so gentle with it that even Han swore that if Chan and her weren't dating he would have fallen in love.

"Okay there we go-"

"Thank you,"

"No worries, anyway I was saying, yeah I'm from Australia. Born and raised." She scrubbed at the one plate, her plate.

"Why are you scrubbing it so hard?" He asked intrigued by her actions.

"I have to wash everything in hot water and my plate to avoid any type of germs. I can't catch any infections or germs, it'll kill me literally," she laughed and handed him the plate to rinse off.

"Oh.." he trailed off trying to get the courage to ask her, "what are you sick of? I mean you don't have to tell me but if-"

"Oh I have cancer and no need to be scared to ask me anything Han, we're friends now," the smile on her face was so contagious that Han couldn't help but giggle. Yes giggle.

"What are you guys up too?" Chan's voice runs through the room causing the two to turn and look over at him.

He had his headphones around his neck and his beanie sat on his head. He was also wearing all black. No Surprise there.

"Han was just helping me wash up but we're done, do you guys need anything? A drink? Some snacks?"

"Y/n, baby, you've been working since morning love, let's go get some rest hm?" He had walked over to the smaller girls and wrapped his hand around her. She smiled at his action feeling content in his arms.

"Okay, fine but Han tell the boys if they need anything at all, I'm upstairs in Hannah's room,"

"You means Chan's room," Chan raised his eyebrow.

"Real smooth dude," Han dapped him up while laughing. Their Seoul personalities coming out a little making Y/n uncomfortable.

"Oh! Um, yeah just tell them that," she grabbed her phone off the counter exiting the kitchen and bumping into a taller body.

"Hey Hyunjin!" She beamed at him. His heart was touched by the way she was so excited to see him.

"Hey Y/n, where are you off too?"

"I'm going to sleep, I'm quite tired,"

"Sleep already?" He asked.

"Yes, have a Goodnight Jinnie!" She gave him a quick hug before making her way up to Chan's room. She was later joined by him after he had finished whatever it was he was doing in the kitchen with Han.

"I'm ready to sleep!" He whined and laid his head on her lap. She was reading a book and the lights in the room were all dimmed down.

"Then go ahead and sleep, you have a busy day tomorrow don't you?" She giggled and put her book down.

Her hands automatically start running through his hair. She was playing with it because it was so fluffy and she missed doing this. She missed being this close to him.

"That feels nice," Chan hummed. His eyes were halfway closed and he was about to sleep.

"Mm, I missed you," he softly said opening his eyes once against to admire her pretty face. Her cheeks were red from all the blushing.

"Missed you too," she softly said yawning. He then got into the blankets and wrapped his arms around her, spooning her small body.

"Goodnight princess,"

"Goodnight Channie." She was already halfway into her sleep.

[timelessstardust99]

Star gazing | 14th doctor x female! reader (part i)

NO SPOILERS (okay, maybe slightly)

Pairings: 14th doctor x reader

Warning: slight spoilers, nothing major, hopefully (the meep counts as a spoiler I think)

Characters: the doctor and the reader.

Summary: after everything with the meep had finally ended, the doctor thought it was best to stay the night at the noble-temple household, slowly getting closer to y/n who reminds him so much of his late wife.

y/n sat on the roof of her goddaughters shed, staring up at the vast openness of space. It was calming, relaxing even. Just today, she had battled some evil alien by the name of meep and nearly lost the earth because of the meep.

She had also met a strange man, he was named the doctor, he knew Wilfred a long time ago and apparently he knew Donna and Sylvia as well before she came into the picture. Growing up, she had heard of a man in a blue box that could travel in space and time, she was quite the spunky kid growing up and loved everything about the stories and would attempt reenact the stories, as if she herself lived them. Her imagination was good, she could imagine anything and she could do it. That's how she got her career. She was determined.

Startled out of her thoughts, she saw the strange man in question climbing up onto the shed, struggling to steady himself, which caused the young woman to raise a brow. Once he was steady enough, he looked up and saw y/n there, and he grinned. "Oh, hell y/n, I didn't realize you were here." He lifted himself up and sat right next to her, "why haven't you gone to sleep yet? I'm sure you're exhausted from today," the doctor questioned. She bit her lip and turned away, staring up at the stars again.

"sorry, I've got lots of things on my mind, hard to sleep really." She sighed. The two were shoulder to shoulder, the silence between them was awkward or had any sort of tension. The doctor glanced her way, noticing small details, little ones that remind him so much of River. Everything she did today reminded him of River, and he couldn't explain. He nudged her.

"well, that's no good. You humans need your sleep." He joked. y/n laughed, shaking her head, her slight curls (or whatever style you have/want) bounced on top of her head.

"yeah, suppose you're right, doctor," she looked over to him, him being caught and frozen by those e/c pools of hers. "But, I just can't seem to. I mean, after everything, it's a wonder I'm still sane. That alien nearly killed me and my goddaughter and her family and almost millions of others." She pulled at her hair in frustration, before slumming, the doctor watching her closely. She glanced at him, "you know, growing up, I heard the stories of you. The amazing doctor my mum would call you, thought you were a myth." She shrugged, nudging him back.

He chuckled, "amazing, huh?" He asked, "I think I'm far from that, dear." He froze at the word he used, hoping she didn't catch it. She wasn't River. River was gone, and so were Amy and Rory.

y/n stared at him with wide eyes, before smirking, "dear? No one besides Donna or Sylvia calls me that." She gently pushed the doctor. "Don't tell me you fancy me doc," she laughed. The laugh was so familiar to him, which helped sooth his aching pain.

"no, sorry, it slipped." He admitted, "you just remind me of someone... Someone important." y/n stopped laughing, her smiled going soft.

"they must be important if little old me rinds you of them. What's their name?" She saw his face and tried to backtrack herself, "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me --"

"no, no, it's fine." He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Her name was River Song... She's gone now." He said.

"well, she sounds nice, this River woman." She leaned back on her hands, her hair cascading down her shoulder, "wish I could've met her."

"yeah." He said, watching the stars alongside her, their shoulders close as her head gently leans against his shoulder. He tensed at the feeling, but soon relaxed. "Oh, I have to ask. Donna said that you were back only for a month from college. What do you study?" He asked after a beat. She got off his shoulder and beamed.

"archeology. I'm becoming an archeologist, so I can travel the world and find hidden discoveries and artifacts that have been lost in history!" She grinned. The doctor stared at her in shocked silence as she went back to watch the stars. But, River was an archeologist. Don't tell him this is the universe's way of playing a crude joke on him. "Someday doctor, I'm gonna change the world. And people will know who I am. I'll be a great archeologist, I just know it." She looked at him to see him looking at her with nervousness. "What's that look for?" She asked. He smiled at her gently.

"heh, spoilers," he chuckled. She shook her head at his weirdness and went back to the stars. What did the world have in store for him? Only time would tell, and he already knows he hasn't got any left.

note: it's a bit short, and just to clear it up River and the reader are not related. They just look similar in style and career choices, that's it.

[fluffysucker]

I vow to always be yours.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Au)

Yours and Bucky's story told through your vows in your wedding day.

Part 2

"Bucky, I thought writing my vows would be the easiest thing. But turns out it's not. The only thing I could think about was the life we shared together.

At the age of 6, playing on the playground, I met this short blond boy who I learnt can't keep stuff to himself. Despite running his mouth quite often, I felt bad for him when others would make fun of him. So, me being me, I started looking out for him. Trying to hold him back or keep bullies from hurting him. And as a thank you, he would force his mum to take us to get ice cream. It became an almost weekly occurrence.

One week, after I -thanks god - managed to keep him from trouble, he told me his other friend, Bucky, is going to join us for ice cream this week. I was looking forward to meeting the boy version of me, according to Steve. We reached the ice cream shop and so behold, there were you. The most arrogant cocky 6 year old I have ever met. I didn't know the meaning of these words back then, but I knew one thing. I hated you so much. You think you are a better friend ohh I will show how good friend I'm. This day started the most annoying, irritating friendship I had in my life.

That little girl would pass out if she saw us now.

Years passed, and we had only two goals in our lives. Keep Steve alive, and don't kill each other. We used to piss each other so much that at dinner, we weren't allowed to speak. At school, people legitimately thought we hated each other. Which I thought was true too.

Until one day when were 14

You were away to visit your family, and Steve was being Steve. He managed to get himself in trouble. Big one this time. With seniors in high schools. The bikers kind parents always told us to avoid. Steve came running to my house telling me what happened and that we were supposed to be fighting these bikers soon. While Steve was trying to live up to the role of hero he always loved, I just laughed at him and told him we just have to tell bucky and he is going to handle it well and we will be okay. Steve looked to me and reminded me that the root of the problem wasn't his big mouth. It was that you weren't here. Bucky wasn't here. It downed on me like a bucket of ice. I started to panic thinking we were going to die and bikers we were going to eat us alive. Because you're not here. Because a part of me always knew that despite our very deep hatred for each other, you are my bestfriend. You always look out of me as well. You never let me take punch even if I was willing to. It was always you standing in front of us.

We managed to handle the fight with minimum losses, but I was left with the biggest wound ever. Maybe I don't hate as much as I think. The thought kept me at night. I can't possibly like you. Making fun of you is a personality trait. I thought that once you came back, everything would go back to normal, and I get back to my true self

You came back and I was faced with a bigger problem. I like way more than I thought. Why are your eyes so blue?. Was your smile always so charming?. How are you so handsome for a 14 year old?. All questions that I never thought of before and had no answers for.

I tried to convince myself it's a side effect of my period. That's all going to go away soon.

However, shit happened. I was left completely broken and defenceless. I couldn't tell you what happened. I had to keep it inside, thinking that it may go away like it never happened. But being the best friend you truly are, I found myself crying to you, spilling every bad thing they put me through. And you were there. You comforted me. Held me. Walked me through the pain and the journey of healing. Kept reminding me that I'm safe. Stayed by my side when it got too much.

All stuff that weren't helping my case of going back to hating you.

Untill one night. It was a tough one where I couldn't keep the demons at bay. You took me out and we watched the sunrise together. You looked at me, and you said you got me. That everything will be fine. I'm going to be alright.

From that day on, I never felt afraid again. Because I had you. I will always be fine because you are by my side.

I declared the end of the war with myself with the greatest victory ever. I love you.

I love you, and I could only hope in my heart that you love me too.

Two years passed, and we are juniors at high school now. I tried to keep my feelings hidden, but when you ask out Milly on a date, there is only so much I can keep. Silent treatment and acting like I'm not bothered were my go-to solutions in such situations. Because having you as a friend is better than nothing. But you didn't make it any easier too. You had to go around calling me your girl and making everybody know I'm off limits. Truth was, I didn't want anyone else.

After so much trying to find the truth about your feelings, turns out an invitation to Lily's birthday and a bunch of very bad one-liners from Rick was all you needed to ask me out.

And at the age of 16, you took me out on our first date. It was the best date I have ever been on. Spending half of your money for the whole month on me. Up to today, I can't believe a 16-year-old could be such a gentleman.

As you were walking me home, you told me you wanted today to be our anniversary. I asked you if you think we are going to have anniversaries to celebrate and you answered with lots and lots.

Here we are 15 years on the same day you took me out for the first time. I thought that I was already in love with you back then, but now, there are no words in the entire world enough to describe my love for you. My unconditional love for the man of my dreams. Better than my dreams.

You bring the light to my life. You bring life to me. You make everything better.

I don't know who I'm when I am not in love with you and I don't want to know her. Because you bring the best in me. You push me to be better. Help me be better. You encourage me to do stuff I never think are possible. You, lucky star

Through all my life, it's you who has been constant in my life. The one thing I know I can always run to. The secure place that holds me safe in the face of hardships. The arms that keep me warm and protected. You, my home.

The person I share all my days with. The person I went to college with. The person I go to work with every day. The persons I go home to. The person I want to tell my details with. You, my best friend

The man I've known my whole life. The man I've been in love with as long as I can remember. The love of my life. The man I want to share the rest of my life with. Build a house and have a family. You, my husband.

I vow to love you till the end of times and even after. To stay best friends forever. To keep Steve alive together. To make Sam hate his life a bit more every day. To see which of us get the better death stare from Nat. To annoy all of our friends with how much we love us each other. To always be your support, your fan, your family.

Till death do us apart, but even in death, I will find you.

I love you so much, Bucky Barnes "

[bluedinosaur8]

acting cool

match : remus lupin x pettigrew!reader

summary : Remus moved away for Uni, you find him again at a boring house party, he walks you home but you both forgot how to act around each other

warnings : mentions of alcohol, smoking, swearing, kissing

word count : 2.9k

heavily inspired by the song Cool About It by Boygenius

"YOU WANNA DITCH?"

Remus shakes out of his daydreaming, pulled back to the real world by your voice. You are standing in front of him, sour expression on your face and arms crossed over your chest. Even though you look annoyed, Remus can't help but let his eyes linger.

"What?" He asks eventually. He thinks he has forgotten what you said.

"This shit is boring and I don't wanna walk home alone," You say.

Remus looks around. You're right. This party is boring. No wonder he has been zoning out for the better part of his time here. He can't even remember what he did since his friends left to hang out with some other friends they made at Uni.

So this time it doesn't take long for him to answer. "Yeah, sure,"

He follows you out of the house of a guy he doesn't know the name of. You look like you know your way around, though, and only look back once to see if he's still following you. He is, close enough to almost touch you if he just reached out.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

The air nips at his skin as you two step outside. It's late and December and maybe not the best idea to walk home, but he was here now, with you, and there was no way that he's giving up this chance, only to get back to the warmth he had abandoned.

You slow down a little, he notices. Taking the hint, he takes an extra big step, catching up with you in no time. You look up at him and smile.

It dawns on Remus that the two of you don't know each other well enough anymore to keep the conversation flowing after two minutes of silence. His hands feel empty.

"Y'don't mind, do you?" He asks, pulling out his pack of cigs and a lighter.

He thinks that you may be a little tipsy, because it's taking you longer to answer than normal. When you look up at him, he already has the cigarette placed between his pink lips.

"Nope," you say and eye the cigarette. Remus notices.

"You can't have one, your brother will kill me," He says, bringing the lighter closer and closer to his face. The moment the cigarette catches fire, he feels a little sense of relief washing over him.

"He won't mind," you say, but you both know that you're lying. "Okay, yes, he would mind. But, who cares, he's my bloody brother, not my mum. At least he doesn't tell her anymore when I do stuff,"

"Stuff?" He asks. He never heard you talk about stuff before.

"Stuff," you repeat.

Remus flicks his cigarette and holds it out to you. It almost feels illegal to him, giving you a drag. Like the police could come around the corner any second and arrest him on the spot. When did you grow up? Are four months really that long?

You take a drag. Expertly, he observes. You don't waste any time giving it back to him, which he is glad for. He still doesn't know what to do with his stupid hands.

When he places his lips around the orange end again, he can't help but constantly think about how your lips were wrapped around it only seconds prior. He shakes his head. He feels weird. Sometimes, you still feel fourteen to him. He has to remind himself that you're not, and that even when you were fourteen and he was fifteen, he felt awkward around you.

A good kind of awkward, he used to say. Now he's not certain anymore.

"Where's your jacket?" He asks. He doesn't know why though, he doesn't have a jacket to offer you.

"It's the alcohol," you reply.

Maybe he's a little tipsy too, because it takes him a while to process what you said. It clicks in his brain only a second later. It's the same thing the girls used to say last year when they all got down to the pub on Friday night with their fakes. None of them ever took a jacket from anybody. Except Lily, who stopped being cold on a random day in October of last year, when she finally said yes to James' offer. Since then, her shoulders were always covered by James' red jacket.

He flicks his cigarette. You ask for it again and give it back just ask quickly.

"So," Remus begins, "How's school going for ya?"

You shrug. "Y'know, good," you say. "I'm doing good,"

It wasn't the question he asked. He still saw through the lie though, your eyes giving you away. Once, before, you had your walls built way up. Too high to reach for anyone, even your family. Then, one day in the two weeks that both of you were sixteen, the walls came tumbling down a little. Not all the way, not even close, but just far enough to see your eyes and the bridge of your nose.

"The teachers are being fucking annoying, though," You say, "Always reminding me of A-Levels coming up. Like I don't remember myself every single day,"

Remus chuckles a little. He remembers how shit A-Levels were. He also remembers how much pressure your brother was under this time last year. He can imagine it's the same with you.

"Yeah, but you're gonna do great," Remus says. He doesn't know what else to say.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Trust me, I know. I've got like a sixth sense for this shit,"

You giggle. When the light of the street lights illuminate your face, he can see your flushed cheeks.

The two of you pass the corner shop a second later. Your house is five streets away, his six. He stubs out his cigarette.

"So, yeah, shit's great on my part," you blow out a low breath. "You? How's London treating you?"

The question makes him nervous. He pulls out a second cigarette.

He gives the same answer as you. "Good. Different, but good," He lies too.

Remus moved to London for University about four months ago now. The first few weeks he had expected for it to feel weird, for him to feel out of place. He missed his friends, who, unlike him, all stayed around Liverpool. He missed his parents, his little sister, his room, his footy team.

When he was still homesick after two months, with little to none new friends around him, he had started to think that maybe Uni wasn't for him. Maybe London wasn't for him, even though it was the place he had been dreaming about since the start of secondary school. He was sure that London would be his place, where he would bloom.

Now, four months after the start of Uni, he's not even sure if he wants to go back after the winter holidays.

"You sure?" You test him.

"Of course," he says, but he can see at the way you make a face at him that you don't buy his bullshit. He has never quite been capable of lying to your face, of passing this hard test you give him every once in a while.

"Really." He continued, persistent in making you believe him. "I actually got this job at this fancy restaurant. Gotta wear an all white dress shirt and all that jazz,"

A laugh blows out of your nose. "You? A job in a restaurant?" You look up at him like he's crazy.

"What?" Remus laughs too, cig hanging from the right corner of his mouth, though he's not really sure what you find so funny. "You find it so unbelievable that I found work?"

"No, no," you chuckle, "I just never saw you as a server, y'know, with your grumbling and frowning and all,"

Remus thinks you're crazy. And he wants to say so, but then he kicks childishly at a pebble with a frown plastered on his face, and maybe he can see where you're coming from.

He visibly tries to relax before answering. "Trust me, I didn't peg myself as one either," this is a truth he tells, maybe the first complete one, "But I'm not really a server, just a runner,"

"Ahh," you say. He can see in the way your face twists that that makes more sense to you.

He blows out a cloud of smoke and holds the fag out for you to take. You do. You don't give it back immediately.

Remus doesn't know what to say next. He can't ask you about your school anymore, you've already told him about how your boss was a bloody bitch right when you arrived at the party, before the two of you had lost sight of each other for the rest of the night — well, until now. He racks his brain for a new conversation topic, not wanting to end the walk in silence.

( Even though he could watch you take drags of his cigarette in silence for hours. )

"Did you see James' outfit?" He asks, breaking the silence.

A bark of laughter comes out your mouth, along with the smoke, as you nod your head enthusiastically. "Oh my god, yes. That shit was terrible!"

Remus hums, an amused grin on his face. You give him back the cigarette. The two of you walk into your street, on the sidewalks you used to run after him, your brother and the rest of his friends, hoping to tag along.

"Like, I saw him, and I was like: 'A cowboy hat, James? Really? Did you listen to too much country again?'"

"James thought he looked amazing," Remus grinned.

"That even makes it worse," You shake your head, comically looking over at Remus who was already looking at you.

"Wait, no, no," You start to giggle uncontrollably before even having the chance to share your new thought. "The worst thing is, is that Lily liked it!"

"No way,"

"Yes!"

"Lily liked it? I would've thought she would've thrown it in the fire by now,"

"Na-ah," You say. Remus takes a last drag and stubs the cig out. "She was wearing matching cowboy boots," You squeeze his arm for the dramatics.

For two seconds, Remus doesn't answer.

He shakes out of his pretty quickly. "Okay, now I've lost complete faith in both of them," He chuckles.

"Honestly," you agree. Your house is in view now, a light on the first floor on. "I still don't see how James has a fucking girlfriend and you don't,"

Remus must be more sober than you are, because he seems to grasp the intensity of what you said right as the words leave your mouth.

You think he's worthy enough of having someone love him. Even more worthy than James, who has always had the biggest heart and had been looking ages for someone who could give him back the same love that he deserved, the same love he gifted to everyone else.

You think that Remus is lovable.

Remus doesn't know if his heart is breaking or blooming. It feels the same.

A few seconds later and he sees your face twist into one of horror and realisation from the corner of his eye, finally realising your comment held much more than you initially thought. He's afraid to look you in the eye. You seem afraid too, because for the first time tonight, you let your head hang.

"I'm sorry..." You whisper. Remus thinks that maybe you think that he's offended by your words. Yet, he doesn't know how to feel.

He wishes you hadn't apologised. That you could've been a little cruel about it by just carrying on, but he knew you were too kind for that.

Trying to forget about it, he shakes his head and gives you a small smile. You look sad, maybe a little unsure what to do with yourself. He sees your hand twitch and he wonders if you feel the need for a cigarette, too.

You stop your twitching hand by putting it in the back pocket of your jeans.

Your house is a few steps away and Remus watches how your face falls.

"Shit," You mumble.

"What?" Remus asks.

"My mum is home," You stop in front of your garden, not opening the gate. There's a blue car in the parking spot, one that Remus recognizes to be your mother's. He looks over at you, at how you make no move to enter your home.

"Good luck," he says quietly.

You turn to him. Fully standing in front of each other for the first time this evening. Finally eye to eye. You give him a kind smile, a head tilt, and something Remus does not expect; a hug.

Your hands wrap carefully around his neck, your chin resting against his shoulders since you're standing on your tippy toes. It's the closest the two of you have been in ages, ever since the night when both of you were sixteen and you had hugged him thanks then, too.

Remus does not know what to do with his hands. He's overloaded by his feelings. First, you're closer than ever. Second, you smell like cigarettes and coconut shampoo. Third, he's afraid that when he does puts his hands on you, you'll immediately break the hug.

But you don't step back, and Remus can not just stand there with his hands in the air, so he places them softly against your back. He doesn't try to pull you closer, or hold you tighter, he just holds you gently like you're made out of glass.

"Thank you," you say.

He nods into your hair. "You're welcome," he says. Both of you had started to talk quietly, this close to your house.

You step back, your arms falling back to your sides. "For dropping me off, I mean,"

Remus nods again. "I know,"

Maybe you're both lying now. You both don't point it out.

"When will you go back to London?" You ask as you struggle to get your keys free from the loop of your belt.

"Third of January," He says. It's now the twenty-ninth of December.

You smile. "See you with New Years, then?"

Remus' eyebrows pull together in confusion.

"I heard Mrs Potter is planning that street party again," You help him and gesture to the house at the end of your street, the only one significantly larger than the others. "Peter and I are there,"

"Oh, yeah," Remus says, "Yeah, I'll see if can make it,"

You nod. "Right," You look back to your house. "Or we could just go for a smoke sometime,"

"Yeah," Remus nods.

"Yeah," you say.

Remus thinks that you're stalling. But he can't say that he minds. He would stall with you until the sun comes up, as long as you keep staring at him like that.

"I don't wanna go in just yet," You whisper.

"I know," he whispers back.

Your gaze falls on his lips. Remus notices and tries not to think about what's going on inside your head right now. His own head is busy enough on its own.

Are you really going to kiss him? Are his lips chapped from the cold? Would he kiss you if you didn't? Is he going a little crazy? Has he imagined you two kissing before?

Yes.

The answer is yes.

You place your hands on his cheeks and quickly place your lips against his. So hastily, that Remus had hardly any time to process your face coming towards him. Now all there was his lips on yours, yours on his, your hands on his cheeks, his hands softly coming down on your waist.

Yes, Remus had imagined the two of you kissing before. The first time when he was fifteen, then when he was sixteen, and every year since then. When he was young, he would wonder about dramatic make out sessions, his hands near your butt, your body completely pressed into him. The perfect scenario back then.

But this, the delicacy of the soft touches, your lips not even moving, bodies close but not yet touching, was so, so much better than his young, wild dreams.

He doesn't keep count of how long the two of you stand there, in front of your house, lips interlocked. He's in a trance, a moment of bliss, until you pull away.

Remus opens his eyes to see you staring at him with wide, fearful eyes. As if what you had just done was the worst decision ever. And Remus wanted to tell you that it was fine, that there was nothing to worry about, that he enjoyed himself, but you beat him to it.

"Oh, Remus, I'm so sorry," You say quietly, eyes rimming with unshed tears that had started to well up in a seconds notice.

He doesn't know what's going on in your head, but he can't imagine it's any good.

"Hey, it's cool," Hey says, trying his best to comfort you with his words. "It's cool," he whispers.

You don't look any better. "Uhm," You say, fumbling clumsily with your keys, which are still around the loop of your belt. "I'm gonna go inside now. Thanks for... walking me home,"

"Yeah, of course,"

Remus wants to tell you that he liked the kiss. That you could kiss him again, if you wanted to. But he doesn't know where to start. He doesn't want to make you anymore upset than you already are.

"See you with New Years," you say and open the gate, taking big and fast strides towards your front door while still struggling to free your keys.

Remus doesn't see you enter your home. He's already walking away before you have the chance to look back, a third cigarette in his mouth.

first ever time posting, kinda nervous

english, as you may have noticed, is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes!

I am seriously in love with Remus Lupin and with Boygenius so I had to combine them

[thefrogsaregay]

Masky x F!reader smut

{Hi all me again :), been crushing on Masky lately sooooo here it is hahaha}

{18+!! MINORS DNI}

{Trigger warning: sexual theme, sex without protection, BEN is his own warning, mentions of murder, death}

Huffing and whining, you yanked a body behind Masky towards a part of the forest, “God, man these guys are so heavy, "You groaned, turning around and fixing your grip. Masky stared in amusement, “maybe you should start training, you would uh…be able to carry them like me, ” He lifted his free arm and flexed, “Mm well, your mums gay, ” You puffed out, “Well my mums dead so..” he replied dropping the male he was holding, "Skill issue" you giggled to yourself, "What?.." He stared.

You blinked at him, "You.. it's like.. I don't know a meme? don't worry," you rolled your eyes and dropped the body four feet from the other one.

Starting the hike, you popped your fingers and back, "Man I'm fucked, or should be fucked, maybe both," You soughed out fixing your shirt, Masky coughed after processing what you said, "Aren't you and Jeff a thing?," he felt he was crossing a boundary, "Me and Jeff?," you choked out, "No, like we've fucked around a bit but we're just friends, we both joined Slendy as teenagers remember? we think like them too, like I'm supposed to be 24 but I'm stuck as little nineteen-year-old me," You shared staring ahead, "Ah okay…how did you-" "Don't.."

Laying on your bed you stared at the ceiling, zoning out, a knock on your door knocked you out of your trance. Sitting up you blinked at it, "Uh, yea..come in!" you hollered, "Hey can I come chill?" Masky leaned against your doorway, his neck exposed as he wore a grey T with red checkered pants, "Oh my god you do know slang" you snorted patting the other side of your bed. He shuffled over before laying across on his back, "I'm sorry if I pushed earlier, Toby was talking about catching you two and I got curious" He looked at his fingers, playing with the broken nails and skin, you forced a smile, "Nah you're good, I get it honestly but I wouldn't date Jeff, "You gagged, He looked over and chuckled.

A nice silence took over as you checked your phone, "You're beautiful," you snapped to look at him, your face heating up as you stared shocked, "..okay uh thank you" nervously answering you slid your phone onto your bedside table, "You're pretty good looking too honestly, it's kinda gross but I've pictured you while I've been with Jeff, to be honest," You layed against your headboard covering your mouth. He sat up to face you, "Actual?" he was red behind the mask, he had been needing you in more ways than one once he got to know you, hating you to begin with as you were a carbon copy of Toby, young and dumb but that changed a while back when you first killed someone you knew.

You looked away, "Yea, man like I don't know, I'm digging myself a hole," you whined.

he climbed between your feet before grasping your knees and dragging you to lay down, "Don't hide I feel the same, I've been thinking about you a lot lately, " He stared down at you, searching your eyes for any negative emotions, "Can I take off the mask…"You spoke out, a statement more than a question, it was coming off either way, he nodded kneeling between your legs.

You gripped the edge and pulled it off, he was staring at you, watching your every move, "Handsome" you smiled before sliding a hand onto his cheek against his side burn, sitting up you press your lips to his. He stalled before taking control, "Tell me when to stop," He whispered against your lips "I won't be speaking then" you whispered out before kissing him.

he sat up taking his shirt off before continuing, his hand slid down to your waist rubbing circles with his thumb, "Can I take your clothes off, "You asked quietly gripping his pants, "Of course baby, " He kissed you one last time before standing up with you following.

he leaned down kissing you holding your hips, your hands working to slide his pants and boxers down, feeling him strip you, "Lay down baby" He uttered sighing. You laid back getting comfy, spreading your legs as he settled between them, he slid his hand down gently playing with your clit, you hummed grabbing his hand, "Like this" You spoke gently guiding him to what you liked, "Of course" he kissed your neck gently toying with you copying what you showed him, "I need you Tim" you looked up at him through your lashed pleading. He swallowed before reaching over to grab your lube, applying a generous amount he pushed against your slit before sliding in, looking at you for any discomfort before bottoming out balls deep.

He breathed shakily waiting for approval to move, he stared at where you were joined before looking at you to find you were already staring, "Please .."You begged quietly grabbing at his bicep and holding a hand over your chest, he began moving slowly to gain a rhythm, pleasure overtaking him at the pleasure he had flowing through him. He hooked an arm around a thigh pressing it forward with him as his left hand rested next to your head, hair dangling and swaying with each movement.

You held your other thigh spreading it open wider for the man above you, "Baby I'm- oh my god" He grunted out moving his hips faster, he reached down playing with your clit to help you reach your peak, "Tim I'm so close please it's right there" You gritted your teeth concentrating, eyes rolling back as you felt the coil so close to breaking, "Just hold no I'm right behind you" He moved quicker surprising that he could move that fast, changing position he grabbed both thighs leaning back and slamming into you, head hurled back.

You leaned forward into him digging your nails into his arm as you came, a broken moan escaped as you titled your head down, he pushed you back down before pulling out and jerking off before coming over your stomach, "I'm- hah I'm so sorry I didn't know where you wanted it" He leaned over you breathing heavily, "That's all g my guy" You pushed his hair back before dropping your arm.

You giggled as he cleaned you, looking up at you he quirked an eyebrow, "What?" he asked looking back down, You watched happily, "So uh…hoes before bros aye?" He looked up bewildered before realising Brian had been waiting for him, "Fuck…he'll be alright" He hoped silently.

stepping off your bed he slid his clothes on and gripped his mask, leaning down he kissed you gently, "I think us proxies are wanted so I gotta run I'm sorry, " You stared up at him, "You're alright" you stood up to get dressed. he stepped out of the room and instantly smiled before heading to the big man's office, "Where the fuck were you?!" Hoodie growled out stepping around the corner, Masky stared at him sliding his mask on, "Getting laid bitch" he chuckled crossing his arm, "No way" Hoodie and Masky exchanged conversation like teenage boys.

You stared around and smiled blushing, not noticing the face in the T.V.