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lovebugism · 2 years

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summary: you don't come. ever. well... not until steve harrington comes along. pairing: steve harrington / f!reader warnings: the longest headcanon ever, talks of shitty boyfriends and masturbation, pure smut 18+ mdni! a/n: if you saw this before the repost... no you didn't. and to the anon that requested this: i hope you like it!

( MASTERLIST )

you don't come

this is not an exaggeration

it's purely a statement of fact

because you’ve never ever had an orgasm

not one

not with your fingers, not with a toy, not with a partner, not ever

you get pretty close sometimes

if you're in the right mindset and you have enough time (and a partner who isn't totally focused on their own pleasure

you can actually get really, really close

it’s kinda like climbing a steep mountain and nearly reaching the top

or seeing a glimmer light at the end of the dark tunnel

it always ends the same way, though

you fall from the peak. darkness swallows you whole. the feeling of bliss swells and then disappears entirely.

some of your partners have come up with their own theories

one said you internalized your religious upbringing and turn away from pleasure without thinking

another insisted that it wasn’t their fault they couldn’t make you come because your clit was just too small

the last one told you that you just “needed to love yourself more”

it was exhausting, quite honestly

your partners became your therapist, trying to pry into your mind and diagnose you accordingly

you were an experiment to them

they tried every position and motion to try and get you there, though sometimes it felt like they were only doing it because it felt good for them

some didn’t bother trying at all

they got frustrated with you, called you broken, and left to find someone “normal”

and it fucking sucked

so somewhere down the line, you just started faking it

because that was easier than having those uncomfortable conversations and waiting until they inevitably left you

that ultimately led to you avoiding relationships all together

and then you met steve

and you liked steve

screw that, you liked liked steve

he wasn’t like all the rest of the partners that fucked you over

and for the first time in a long time, you had a really good feeling about the whole thing

but you were terrified of screwing it up

and you were also terrified of lying to him

you were able to avoid it for the most part

that is, until he was about to go down on you for the first time

he’s got you on your back with his head between your legs

you tense when he presses a kiss to your thigh

“you okay?”

“i don’t come” you blurt

“…what?”

“i don’t know why. i’ve just never been able to. and it’s not because of you, okay? so i don’t want you to think you’re doing something wrong or that i don’t want to do this, because holy shit i wanna do this so bad—”

and you’re just rambling

mostly because you feel like if you keep talking, it’ll keep him from saying something you don’t wanna hear

steve just nods and shoots you a small smile from between your legs

“that’s ok :)”

and you breathe out the biggest sigh of relief

because no one’s ever not made a huge deal about it

“can i still make you feel good?”

you just nod down at him bc you don’t trust your voice to say something intelligible

he gives you head that night and he’s good

he’s great actually

but you don’t come

the sex is even better

he makes an effort to find ways that’ll make it feel better for you

he’ll put pillows beneath your hips and push your legs up towards your chest when he’s on top of you

he’ll tell you all the ways to position yourself when you’re on top of him

with one leg bent and your foot flat on the bed so he’s hitting your sweet spot every time he drills into you

and it’s never about him

it never feels like he’s doing crazy positions to exploit you under the guise of “blowing your mind”

most guys only wanted to get you off so that they could feel like some kind of sex god

but steve genuinely wants you to feel good

and he’s so willing to learn your body to help you feel good

one time he sat himself behind you with his chin hooked over your shoulder

“show me how you do it” he said to you

and you did

but it didn't feel like you were some experiment to him either

it was so fucking hot

he made a show out of it, asking you to tell him everything you were doing to yourself and how it felt

“does that feel good?”

“it feels so good—” you interrupt yourself as your mouth falls open in a silent moan and your legs start to tense up

“oh that’s the spot, huh?”

and he likes to learn about all the times you’ve gotten the closest

even though to you it’s mortifying

you’re red in the face the entire time you tell him the only time you ever thought you might actually come was with the shower head

you get embarrassed and hide your face in his shoulder

he’s just like “no, it’s sexy! we can try that if you want?”

but you’re scared that might be a little too exposing and that there would be way too much pressure on you

as always, he’s the most understanding person on the planet

“that’s okay. we don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. ever.”

and he makes you feel so safe and cared for

even when you get defeated

because both of you try so hard but you just can’t get there

and after he’s spent an hour between your legs switching between his fingers and his mouth

you start crying out of pure and utter frustration

“steve stop. just stop. there’s no point. let’s just quit.”

and obv when you tell him to stop he’s gonna stop

but he can tell how sad you are when your back is to him and you're putting your clothes back on

and he tries not to smile when you get all twisted in your bra bc you’re so moody that you don’t put it on the right way

“it’s okay baby, we can keep trying—”

“no, steve, it’s not okay! i just don’t get why i can’t be like normal people!”

“there’s nothing wrong with you, okay? some girls just have a harder time than others. it’s okay to come less than other people”

“less?” you scoff “how about never?”

and he’s still patient with you

even while you’re ranting and getting all angry at him and yourself

“i don’t even know why you still try! it’s never gonna happen, okay? ever. you get that, right? there’s no point in trying. you should just find someone else—”

that’s when he stops you

“okay. that’s enough.”

he walks to you where you’re standing in nothing but your bra and underwear and your jeans that you shoved on but didn't button before you started ranting

“it doesn’t matter if you come or not— well, it does, but that’s not what this is about, okay? it doesn’t have to be about having an orgasm. when i’m with you, it doesn’t feel like i’m trying to accomplish something. it’s just about two people who love each other, spending time together, and feeling good”

“…you love me?”

“…was that not obvious?”

the two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling after that

and he’s adamant about not making it about sex

though he keeps having to apologize for his boner pressing into your back

a few days later he surprises you with a present, all wrapped up in with a pretty bow on top

“is it christmas?” you joke at the reindeer patterned wrapping paper

“sorry. that’s all i could find at the house.”

and it’s this huge fuck off vibrator that you know must’ve costed a fortune

you’re totally flustered when you open it and you have no idea what to do with yourself

but he’s so smiley and tells you that he wants to try it with you

and it’s really fucking good

it makes the already amazing sex that much better

you’re on your sides with him pressed against your back

and he holds it against your clit while he fucks you from behind

(he’s having an even better time too because he can feel the vibrations of it from inside of you)

you get the closest you’ve ever been like that

he watches intently when you press your face into your pillow

“are you close?”

you nod wordlessly

“i think… fuck— i think i might come”

and he starts fucking you harder, finding your spot and hitting it over and over again with the vibe still pressed attentively to your clit

a cry rises in your throat and escapes your mouth

and right when you think you might actually have your first orgasm

it fucking goes away

“fuck!”

steve can tell it’s not an exclamation of pleasure, but one of anger

he asks if you wanna keep going

you tell him he can until he comes but that you’re not gonna get there

like a doctor, he prescribes masturbation

and you spend exactly one week using the vibrator by yourself and trying to use it different ways that get you closer and closer

you’re on your back with it pressed into your opening while fiercely rubbing at your clit

and you feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer

it builds in an achingly familiar way

but when the feeling usually starts to ebb, it keeps going

the pleasure crescendos, numbs, and then explodes

having the house to yourself, you don’t bother holding back the noises, the almost painful sounding moans, as they spill from your mouth

the first thing you do when your senses return to you, is call steve

even though it’s 2 a.m.

and when he answers, he’s all groggy with sleep but he’s immediately ecstatic for you

he’s over at your place in ten minutes tops after your promise of recreating it for him

and you’re just absolutely gushing about it and thanking him a ton

because he’s the one who got you the vibrator after all

he wants you to tell him everything so you do

you tell him how you were laying and what you where thinking about

*cough cough* him

and what your fingers were doing and how the real trick was putting the vibe partly inside of you

and you don’t think about how it might make him insecure until the words are spilling from your mouth

because you’ve known guys in the past who get intimidated by dildos and vibrators out of fear that they could never compete with them

steve does express a little bit of that insecurity

he tries to cover it up by joking about how much bigger the toy is than his dick and how pretty soon he’ll be replaced altogether

and he’s laughing but you can tell it isn’t genuine because it doesn’t reach his eyes

so you tell him that you love every single part of him including his dick and that him ‘getting replaced’ is never happening in a million, billion years

when you start trying to get yourself to come again you make sure he’s involved too

both of you are kneeling on your bed and you’re gripping the headboard while he’s fucking into you from behind

one hand is clutching yours and the other is rubbing at your clit

you’ve got the vibrator pressed where you and steve meet

and you can feel him all over you

he’s mouthing at your neck and shoulder

and using his free hand to hold you and tease your nipples

you feel the pleasure start to build and your face scrunches up while you moan

and steve talks you all the way through it

“there you go. you got it— no, don’t tense up, baby, just let it happen... uh-huh, there it is. come for me, baby. come for me.”

and you do

catastrophically so

you tense so hard it almost hurts and you’re shaking like a leaf in his hold

the pleasure is numbing at first before hitting you like a fuck freight train

and you’d be embarrassed about the noises you were making if it didn’t feel so damn good and steve wasn’t praising you the entire way through

“there you go, baby. feels good, huh? you’re so— fuck, you’re getting so tight around me. can barely… holy shit… i can barely fucking move—”

you’re laughing in pure bliss when you feel him coming inside of you

he presses his weight against you and sprinkles wet kisses to your neck, humming praises onto your skin

when you come down and collect your bearings you confess to him, still caught in the post-sex haze, “it didn’t… it didn’t feel like that before…”

“no?”

“uh-uh. felt, like, a thousand times fucking better… 'cause you were here”

and he gets all sweet and blushy, saying he didn’t really do much

but you tell him that it was all him and that he helped you a ton

that he always helps you

“you’re the best sex i’ve ever had steve harrington, orgasm or not”

and this boy is blushing so hard you can see it in the tips of his ears

both of you are love-drunk and happy and dazed

he spends the rest of the night fucking you into your mattress

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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— i can’t stop!

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Dave slowly becomes a sex addict after you fuck him on the daily. Part 1

Dave truly didn’t know what hit him the day he found you in the copy room humping his jacket. He certainly wasn’t prepared to actually be fucked daily, and to be honest, he couldn’t stop thinking about it anymore. He was now used to fucking you daily, more than once, being taken out of class by you posing as someone who helped the office to take him out and pull him to fuck somewhere in the school.

Today, though, was different. He had been squirming in his seat all day, desperately trying to calm down his raging boner. These past few days you both had been having sex, it was beautiful and amazing and passionate, it was something you both had basically become addicted to.

Sex with you was different than what he would have ever expected to have loved so much. It was exhilarating with you, fueling him day and night with energy until it was replenished the next time he was able to fuck you, push his cock so deep inside of your perfect cunt he couldn't stop thinking about-

"Hi Ms. Grey, the office needs David Lizewski again. This time it's for early release." Your voice made him stand up immediately, grabbing his bag and walking toward the door.

“Make sure you finish the chapter, Dave!” She yelled, but he truly wasn’t listening when he pushed you into an empty classroom.

“David? What’s wrong?” Over the past few months, you had gotten more attached to him other than seeing him as just your sex partner, and you had never seen him like this before.

“I-I can’t stop!” He whined, bucking his hips against your cunt as you gasped. “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you, holy shit I was humping my desk before you came in there… I swear, I’ve cum like four times today, I need to fuck you.”

His words make you laugh, gasping as he tucked under your jaw to press kisses to your cheek and down your neck, desperate and needy as he rushed to unzip his pants as he started lifting up your skirt. "L-Let me fuck you, Y/N, please?"

"D-David, as much as I want to - fuck - have sex with you right now, there's supposed to be a class coming in here soon and we have to leave." You panted as he whined, pulling away as he pouted up at you. "But I pulled you out of class... for the entire day, and it's a Friday. So, we have all weekend to fuck and get high and just fuck."

Dave smiled as you zipped up his pants, gripping his cock with a giggle as you pushed him back. "Aren't you glad that my daddy bought us an apartment? No one will interrupt our seventy-two-hour sex spree."

And a spree it was. As soon as you both got home, Dave had you against the wall, pushing your chest to press against the soft grey painted wall and pulling up your skirt. He was quick to pull up your skirt and unzip his pants, quickly pushing into you with a loud exhale. "Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N."

"I better feel good if you've came four times- fuck!" You cursed as his hips snap forward, his large hands holding your hips as he pushed his fingers to rub against your clit. "D-David, baby, slow down-"

"I can't," he whispers, gasping as his hips start rutting automatically against your ass, your slick folds making the wet noises fill the home. The noises fueled him, his thrusts getting faster and rougher, loud moans falling from his mouth as you basically scratched against the walls. "Fucking hell, I can't stop thinking about you... I never want to stop fucking you."

And to be honest, he didn't. He held himself to that standard, never once pulling out of you as he maneuvered all throughout the house and fucked you literally against anything he could, resulting in you ultimately passing out as soon as he got you to the bed.

Dave sighed as he hovered over your body, smiling slightly when he saw your hickey littered form and cum caked thighs, you smelled perfect, a mix of your perfume and the cologne you bought him. He cleaned you up with your favorite towels, the special ones made of a special fabric that you loved the texture of.

He pulled away, not without a soft kiss to your temple. He walked away immediately, inhaling as he started to draw a bath for you after cleaning himself up. After walking out, he smiled when he saw you already curled up against his pillow, eyes opening and closing before he came behind you.

Your eyes snapped open as you giggled, reaching back to hold his hand and gasping as he started to push into you again. "You really know the meaning of a spree, don't you?"

"I just... I can't explain it. I love fucking you so much, I feel like I can't stop," he whispers, holding back tears as you softly stroked your cheek. He couldn't think about anything else other than fucking you anymore. "Fuck, it's bad."

"It can be," you whisper back, squeezing his wrist. "But not for us. I know... I know it's a lot, but I'll help you. I swear."

"Thank you, baby," Dave whispers, pressing soft kisses to your neck. "You wanna take a bath?"

You giggled. "Desperately so."

Your giggle makes him smile. "Then it's good that I drew you a bath with your favorite scent. Come on."

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myhamartiaishubris · 19 days

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Ben Hargreeves is the worst written best character and I can prove it

This is a poorly organized meta/essay about my baby boy who got massacred. Originally posted in the discord server so some of y'all have seen it already.

Let me be clear: this is a love letter to my favourite Hargreeves boy. I could write him better. I could fix him (narratively).

Here's why Ben is a great character who, paradoxically, was very badly written.

Umbrella Ben

Listen. Listen to me. Ben Hargreeves was, from the moment I saw him, my absolute favourite character. He's already dead? Doomed by the narrative before the narrative even begins? Also, an East Asian character in the year of our Lord 2018?? I was on board. And Brelly Ben gets a lot of good moments! You know that scene where Klaus is in the motel closet, tied up, and Ben says something like, "How does it feel being helpless? This is how I feel, watching my brother piss his life away." Um, hello?? That's such a delicious line.

Because up until this point Ben's been kind of quiet, in that dead broody way, or we saw his young self being soft and reluctant. But suddenly we realize, oh, Ben isn't nice. In fact, he's kind of nasty to his addict brother, and you get this kernel of a glimpse into his character. This is a character who might have been soft-spoken in life, but death and the years since have shredded him down to all his razor edges. He's still that bookish little Ben, except he's not little and he's frustrated, angry, traumatized, and in pain.

And season 2 builds on this! He's willing to violate Klaus's personal boundaries just for a taste of life again. Holy shit that's so delicious. My problem is that, especially in season 2, this isn't explored nearly as much as it could be. Ben's possession shenanigans are mostly played for comedy, when in fact we could be delving into the implications of Ben's character and his relationship with Klaus. You have this character who's kind, who (from what we know so far) represented the "good" of the academy, who loves his brother so so hard and it hurts him so bad to see Klaus hit rock bottom every time. The little "I missed you guys" in season 2? Devastating. And yet despite his goodness he is capable of being a bad person, and he repeatedly hurts those around him (namely Klaus).

So surely this is part of his arc, right? This is going to be explored and resolved. Right?

The Season 2 Ending

So the thing is, I didn't immediately hate the way they had Ben move on / die to save Viktor. I was sad to see my favourite character go, but also excited to see where the writers would take that storyline. Because, obviously, it wasn't over. Right? Obviously Ben's arc isn't finished, he hasn't resolved his frustrations, his complicated relationship with Klaus is never fully untangled, plus the rest of the family never get a moment of real closure with him (except maybe Diego). So clearly, it wasn't over. Right?

Well, in light of season 4, I can confidently come back and say that killing Brelly Ben off here was a stupidass decision.

And here's why: you've effectively splintered his arc in half. Starting from season 3, Ben is an entirely different character, with an entirely different arc that needs to be built from the ground up. While everyone else gets 4 seasons of development, Ben only gets 2, both times. And I'm so not over the fact that his arc isn't over. We saw Ben do some reprehensible shit to Klaus, especially in season 2 with all that possession shit! And we just. Never hear from him again? That's bullshit.

But anyway, since we're here, let's make peace with being here. Hey, Justin H Min is still playing a version of Ben, and he seems interesting, if way different! Surely this will have some interesting implications.

Sparrow Ben

Oh god, Sparrow Ben. In terms of Ben's character writing, season 3 is... fine. Like I said, it suffers from effectively fracturing his arc in half and having to start over, and this isn't the complicated, kind but frustrated and prickly ghost Ben I originally fell in love with. But ok, I do like Justin, and EA rep is still a win to me, so let's go with the flow.

For the most part, season 3 does a solid job. We get some solid beats relating to Ben's ambition and inferiority complex being Number 2. There's a bit of overacting on Justin's part, but hey, that's camp. (I think. I have no idea if I'm using that word right. Am I hip with the kids?)

I really, really loved Ben's moment with Sloane as she's getting married, because it highlights the core of this Ben's character: someone who desperately yearns for family but has forced himself to be all hard shell and soldier. In a way, he's the other end of Brelly Ben's spectrum. (Like forsterite and fayalite - all Mg on one end, Fe on the other.) How much of this Ben is family softness, how much of it is defense mechanism and lashing out?

And then of course - the thing I've been craving so badly - the in-universe comparison to Brelly Ben. This was done... underwhelmingly, if I'm honest. I liked that Ben had a moment of crisis where he couldn't live up to the Umbrellas' dead version of himself, and his moment with Klaus was nice, but in light of season 4 it becomes clear that we could have had more. I wanted him to have an entire arc about it - after all, it's a pretty significant aspect of your character to be "the worse version of yourself from another timeline." (Refer to @vyther16's Gongye Jiwu fic.) I feel like there's a lot of meta you could pull from that, about how your siblings who aren't your siblings look at you and see someone different. Someone you won't be. Someone you can't be, even if you tried, so why bother trying? And they really don't dig through that at all, which is disappointing.

The tentacle samurai fight is badass, though.

Season 4

Oh buddy oh boy. There's so much dumpster fire here, but I'll start with the season 3 loose ends and then move on to season 4's own problems.

1) Sloane. Luther picks Ben up from prison, so I thought they might have an interesting bonding moment over Sloane - after all, they're the two people who cared most about her. But actually no, apparently Ben doesn't give a shit about the one real sister he actually had left at the end of s3.

2) The subway thing. Wasn't he in Korea? My grasping-at-straws ass truly thought that might have been Brelly Ben in the reset timeline, and we'd get a Ben-Ben confrontation or a battle in the minds thing. But I guess that doesn't matter.

3) The Jennifer Incident. So we all know that everyone forgetting about an incident they explicitly reference is stupid, right? Especially because the name Jennifer only exists because they reference it in s3. Ben obsessively draws Jennifer, and then he doesn't recognize or know her? Kill me.

The continuation of his arc is also just sloppy, if it even exists. No more identity crisis about being the worse Ben, no more secret yearning for family or inferiority complex about being a good soldier. Suddenly his arc amounts to, uh, being an asshole and getting hit with sex pollen so powerful it ends the world.

And look, there is a world where Sparrow Ben spiking everyone with marigold could parallel with Brelly Ben's consent problems with Klaus. There is a world where Sparrow Ben dying because of Jennifer could echo Brelly Ben's death in a haunting, tragic, destined kind of way.

But, uh, none of that happens. Here we are, finally getting a Ben-centric season, and it's this. Being relegated to a plot device in your own season. Looking back and realizing that you were always the plot device, even in season 2. Carrying all that tragedy in your little ghost body and being treated like Chekov's waterlogged gun.

And I can't help but look back at season 1, Klaus trying so desperately to prove Ben's existence, and contrast it with the literal next season where a single throwaway line from Klaus sidelines Ben for a whole season. And then he dies. And he dies again.

Fucking hell.

It feels like I'm being made a fool of. Oh, you cared about this East Asian character? You wanted him to have narrative weight and character presence instead of being a plot device for the benefit of his White brothers? Idiot.

Because you'll still be here anyway, right? You'll grasp onto your crumbs for a cool EA character, you'll let us run a character through a trash compactor and keep pretending he's a good character because you latched onto this one East Asian protagonist and you don't want to admit that maybe you should have let go years before.

#the umbrella academy #ben hargreeves #meta

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incarnadin3 · 1 month

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How Obey Me Brothers realized they were in love with MC: Part Three, Leviathan

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love you guys have been showing on my blog! This part was a bit harder because I don't personally interact with Leviathan's character too much in game. However, I do hope you guys enjoy, and please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy~

Leviathan: The Hard-core Otaku Thirdborn

Part of being the Avatar of Envy meant that he barely ever came out of his room, unless he needed food or wanted to go shopping for merch.

He was so much of a shut-in that at times whenever he came out of his room, Asmo and Mammon would sarcastically say "Cursed shit, you exist?!"

When him and MC first became friends, he couldn't believe someone like them would even want to be friends with him. So when they started dating? The poor demon nearly passed away.

MC wasn't necessarily into anime as much as him, but they were a great listener. When they first became friends, Leviathan would often rant to them about the latest anime, or manga that he saw. He didn't think they remembered, but little did he know that they took every single word to heart.

Tomorrow was his birthday, the first birthday he was having since they began dating. MC had been pestering him lately asking him what he wanted. Leviathan merely shrugged, he wasn't the type to ask for a specific gift, he just loved surprises. So when MC took him to a pop-up anime merch store, he tried his best not to look in their cart as they browsed the aisles, wanting to keep it a surprise.

However, he couldn't help but look as MC picked out the one book he had always hated. My Girlfriend Of 2 Years Handmade A Figurine That Was Never Released To Public Centuries Ago.

He hated that book because it reminded him of the time when centuries ago, specifically 5 centuries, 8 decades, 3 years, and 6 months ago, when he had wanted a limited addition figurine for his birthday, and he had spent a lot of Grimm to pre-order it, only to find out on the day of his birthday that the release had been cancelled, and he would not receive the figurine nor the Grimm back. When he had a mental breakdown and cried, all hid brothers told him, "it's just a figurine"

But it wasn't just a figurine, and that memory hurt him like holy water. When he told MC about this, he didn't think they cared because they merely nodded and moved on from the topic.

When he asked MC why they bought this specific manga, they just said he'd like it, and said sorry for ruining the surprise.

Of course he didn't have it in his heart to remind him that merely two days ago he had said he hated that manga.

"Of course they forgot, i'm just a yucky otaku."

So the next day, as usual, throughout the day one by one the brothers came in and gave him gifts, all of which were either figurines, manga, or a new anime. And in Beel's case, along with empty candy wrappers, because he ate the candy on the way to Levi's room.

Towards the end of his birthday, when MC walked into his room, with the manga in hand, he barely blinked, offering a soft smile as he took the gift.

"Flip to the last page, Levi"

His brows furrowed as he complied, turning to the last page of the manga. To his surprise, instead of the ending being there, there was a envelope in it. Slowly, he picked up the light blue envelope, and opened it, to find a small note inside the said, Come outside.

He looked up to see MC sporting a nervous smile as they gently lead him outside. As they stepped into the courtyard, Levi's jaw dropped in shock as a stunning 5'5 inch sculpture of Ruri-chan greeted him. But there was something different about this one. Something he couldn't quite place until it hit him like a sack of bricks. It was the same figure he had wanted all those centuries ago. The one he had wanted. The one in the manga. He smiled tearfully as MC told him they had been making it ever since he told them about it. His MC, remembered something that his brothers forgot the day after it happened? MC truly was special, and he would not let them go. Ever.

Being the Avatar of Envy meant that he barely ever talked to anyone, let alone this very own brothers. So for MC to remember something he thought they had forgotten, and then make it for him? It sparked something in him, and for the first time, that feeling wasn't envy.

Of course MC knows that their boyfriend thinks his brothers don't care, and forgot, but little does he know, that they're the reason this statue came to be in the first place. They just didn't want him to know, and that's a secret MC will happily take to their grave.

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HEYAAA AND CONGRATS ON 400 ♡

could i get love talk with percy jackson and a daughter of apollo. idk smth from angst to fluff. maybe u could write smth with tall reader included?? her feeling insecure? friends to lovers?

i really don't know, but whatever you'll write will be awesome !!!

you wanted to turn into a ball of sadness.

you, the sunshine of the camp (quite literally), the joy, the laughter, everything nice, was quiet all day. your siblings asked you what's wrong, your friends asked you whats wrong, but you waved them off with a simple 'i'm tired.'

even the sun was not shining bright enough, matching with your mood. even your dad could say something is wrong with you too.

the problem was... nothing actually. maybe you were tired, or you were becoming bipolar. you didn't know. but you wanted to be away from anyone else until you find the light inside you again.

the light being percy, of course.

he entered his cabin as usual, just coming back from his classic surfing session. he left the board leaning to the blue wall as he shaked the water from his hair. he didn't saw you at first; because you were under his blue blankets, hugging yourself like a newborn baby.

he hummed one of the songs you writed for him as he entered the shower, taking the sticky feeling of the salt water off.

you did heard him, but you waited until he found you.

after a quick shower, he get out from the bathroom dressed, ready to chill in his bed until you arrive. the moment he opened his blanket, he jumped.

"holy hera!" he yelped, hands resting on his knees as he realised it was you, who were a giggling mess right now. maybe the real sunshine was percy, the boy who always made you laugh through everything.

"hey," you said, smiling. he looked at you, he wanted to be angry at you for making him jump like that, and in normal circumstanses he would pull out the riptide; but the way you smiled made all of his thoughts go away.

"hello my serial killer." he said, already joining you in his bed. he take you in his arms and peppered your hair with kisses, taking off the chillness of the water with your warm body. you immediatly hugged him back, smelling his signature scent; salt water.

you chuckled at him. "where have you been?" you asked, even though you knew he was surfing every sundays. you just wanted him to talk away your problems with his rambling. you only needed his voice in your head.

"y'know baby, just surfin' and all," he murmured to your hair, kissing the place again. he loved how you smelled like the early hours of the morning, and he can't even express this out loud. you had a smell like summer, fun and childish. it was like his own drug.

"you gonna tell me why you were in my bed, all curling up?" he asked you, already knowing you were having a shit day. "or are we just going to cuddle? you know both is fine with me."

you knew of course. your boyfriend was the best when it camed to lighten your mood.

"i don't even know what's wrong myself," you mumled, voice coming out as a muffle since you hugged his bare chest tightly. "can you keep talking? it helps." you spoke quietly.

"of course baby," he kissed your hair again. "hmm, what can i say.. oh! i saved a little kid from drowning today." he told you as he pulled away a little to see your expression. you immediatly gasped and asked him what happened.

as he excitedly told you about the little adventure he had with the little boy, using all of his body to make it more realistic, you smiled to yourself. the sun shining all by itself is a fucking lie, you thought. and percy was definetly the proof of that. because if he wasn't in your life to cheer you up, you probably wouldn't even shine again.

#sorry to replie too late baby i didn't know what to write!#i hope you like it #i love writing daughters of apollo fr #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #arya's 400 follower event #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #percy x you

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 7 months

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Is there some space for me In that bathtub?

Johnny arrived home by surprise, but the surprise is for him when he sees his pretty wife and his 4 year old son playing in the bathtub sharing a wonderful time.

Soap x wife reader.

Warning: as always, spelling and grammatical errors.

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

He opened the door quietly, trying to make the least noise as possible, he didn't want to ruin his surprise.

He hasn't been at home for weeks, his wife and son were wondering when he would go home, «soon, I'll go home soon» that was the same answer he gave them every time they were in a video call with him.

Finally the moment arrived, he brought a lot of presents for his two favorite people, he put them over the kitchen's table, he saw all the paintings you and your son had been doing, all of them posted in the fridge doors so he could see them when he arrived, the sound of laughing caught his attention, he went upstairs and heard your voices.

- Mommy stop! We will have bubbles for all the house!!!

- So what? The house will be clean as much as us! Look at that hairstyle! You look like your dad!

Your toddler's smile disappeared after those words, you felt guilty. He really wanted to see his father.

- When will dad come home, mom?

- I don't know yet my love, we have to wait and be patient.

- we've been waiting for ages!

The sad face of your little man is something you can't handle, you always try to make him smile. So you put some bubbles on his chin.

- you're right, look at you, you already have a beard!

- MOM!

A loud laugh echoed in the bathroom, Soap was observing everything from the mirror of the bathroom, waiting for the right moment to appear, he never thought about all of this, a wife, a child, a family, it wasn't a possibility until he met you, since then, every second with you and your child is something he appreciates. His thoughts are one more time interrupted by the sound of your voice singing for your little boy.

«Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute the feeling in it...»

- I love you mommy

- I love you more my little angel

The time he had been waiting, he got close to the bathroom door frame.

- I love both of you, a lot.

- DADDY!

While your son was extremely happy, you were having a heart attack, which was the funniest thing about this moment.

- holy shit! Johnny, you scared me!

Soap went close to the bathtub to hug and kiss both of you.

- I'm sorry love, I was waiting to do a great entrance.

- DADDY YOU'RE HERE! YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!

- Hey buddy! I missed you! How are you? Did you take care of mommy?

- I did! Look! We're taking a bath and playing with bubbles!

- Looks very funny! is there some space for me in the bathtub?

- YES! mommy look, dad will join us!

- Oh yes! He really needs a bath! We will have to help him to be as clean as us, don't you think?

- YES!!!!

These were the kind of moments Jhonny loved the most, all of you together, he really was trying to capture every minute he was at home.

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #141 x reader #long reads #x yn #fanfiction #x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #john soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #reader insert

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strangemaleswaps · 10 months

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Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride.

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me.

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?!

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me?

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

#strangemaleswaps #male body swap #body swap #dad body swap

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number1mingyustan · 1 year

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She's Kinda Hot Tho ☾

Warnings: cursing, explicit smut, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is 30 and chan is 20) mommy kink, switch!dino, switch!reader, nipple play, tittyfucking, mentions of oral (f. + m.), multiple orgasms, mentions of porn, reader is described to have big boobs, he's so pussy drunk

Summary: The woman of his dreams is right across the way and he's got to have a taste

Word Count: 2.7k

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Chan had lost interest in girls his age a long time ago. Look through his search history of hours and hours of 'MILF porn' and anyone could see that he loved his older women.

He himself can't really explain his infatuation, he just knows he loves them. He's gotten lucky a few times too, successfully catching the eye of an older woman and scoring a chance to spend the night.

But oh, his life grew 10x better when he moved right across from you.

It was his sophomore year of college and he was now able to live off campus. He and three of his friends found an apartment near campus and they happened to move in across the hall from you.

The first time he ever laid eyes on you, you were standing outside your door. You were looking down, mail in hand and dripping in sweat. You were in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of leggings. Must've just finished one of those soul cycle or pilates classes.

Safe to say he popped a boner almost instantly and had to rush into his apartment unnoticed. Holy shit you were the sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. The leggings hugged your body perfectly and that sports bra was doing a poor job of covering your tits.

It was an image that would surely remain etched in his mind forever.

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After that day it felt like he saw more of you, and it was extremely hard to ignore your presence. It seemed like every time he was outside of his apartment, you were too.

He finally met you formally in the elevator one day. You were both going up from the lobby. He'd gotten in first, and you burst through the doors yelling 'wait!' just as they were closing.

He reached his hand out, preventing the door from closing so you could come in.

Safe to say there were all kinds of 'stuck in the elevator' fantasies he was playing out in his head with you that left him caged in the corner of the box trying to cover up the way his pants started to grow tighter. He kept his distance, but his mind and his eyes seemed to be doing the opposite.

It was a short ride up, but to him it felt like forever. It was awkwardly silent until you decided to speak up.

"You live across the way right?" You asked.

"Huh?" Your sudden conversation takes him out of his little daze.

"I'm in 408 and I've seen you around, right across from me, right?" You asked, turning and looking at him.

"Oh yeah... think I've seen you around too. I'm still kind of new to the building. Couple friends and I are living here because it's close to campus," he replied.

"Hmm... guess that makes us neighbors." You grinned. "Y/n." You stated. "And you are?"

"Oh um uh... Chan. My friends call me Dino," he introduced himself.

You smiled. "Well what do you want me to call you?"

Oh fuck. It's such an innocent question, but he's so dirty minded and turned on that it leaves his mind racing.

"Oh um.. Dino-Dino's good," he cleared his throat.

The door finally opened and he felt like he's not suffocating anymore. You didn't even get to say a proper 'goodbye' before he rushed out of the elevator and darted toward his apartment.

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About a week later, you showed up at his door. To say the least, he wasn't expecting company when he showed up at the door shirtless with grey sweats hanging low off his hips. His blonde hair is messy on his head as he leans against the door frame.

"Oh um... hi," he clears his throat.

"I'm so glad you're here," you smile. "I didn't know if I was going to catch you or one of your roommates, but I need help with something."

"I can help," he offers. "What do you need me for?"

You give him a shy smile, looking him up and down. "Um, we'll have to go outside so...."

He looks down at himself, remembering that he's not wearing a shirt. "Oh my bad," he apologizes nervously. He closes the door to his apartment, leaving you alone momentarily. The door opens again and he stands there, properly dressed.

You lead him into your apartment. He enters your living space with a million thoughts running through his mind. He's actually here in your apartment and damn, it's nice.

The way you've decorated your home is extremely different from the hellhole he lives in. In all fairness, he's a guy living with 3 other twenty year olds.

"Excuse the mess," you say.

His eyes scan the apartment. Mess? Clearly you haven't seen a real mess. Just about everything seems to be in order. He fears how you would react if you stepped foot in his home. The only thing he can see out of place is a few boxes and.... oh.

Your underwear is lying on the middle of the living room floor. Granted, the laundry basket is right next to it, but he can clearly see the lacy black material from where he stands. There's no way you did that on purpose... right? Your apartment is far too clean for you to carelessly leave a pair of panties in the middle of the living room.

He's mentally cursing and yelling at himself not the let his mind wander. But he can't help himself. He's already picturing it, you in the thing and revealing fabric.

"Yeah so I'm moving some stuff into storage... but the boxes are kind of heavy so I was hoping you could help me carry them to my car," you snap him out of his little daze.

"S-Sure no problem," he says.

He's quick to pick up one of the boxes, attempting to cover his semi hard-on. Although the box he lifts is surprisingly light. Nonetheless, he follows behind you as you lead him to your car outside.

It takes three trips to transport all the boxes. All of the boxes ended up being a much easier carry than he expected. He loads the last one into the trunk of your car before closing it.

"All done," he smiles at you.

"Thank you," you brush your hand against his shoulder. It's an innocent touch really, but it makes his heart rate skyrocket.

"N-No problem really," he stutters out.

The two of you make your way back inside the apartment building. The entire time you actually have pleasant conversation with one another. He finds out that you moved here about a year and a half ago after a nasty divorce.

You didn't have any kids of your own, but when you were with your ex husband, he already had a kid that you basically raised as your own. You keep talking about other things, but he somewhat tunes it out, only really thinking about the fact that you are very attractive and now confirmed to also be very single.

You ride the elevator up to the third floor together once again. He walks you back to your apartment and you think him again.

"You want something to drink? It's the least I can do for your help...."

He hesitates. Are you.... flirting with him? Those boxes weren't that heavy, and he's not just thinking that to fuel his own ego. You could've done it on your own, easily and now you're inviting him back into your apartment.

He can't tell if he's being crazy and overthinking.

"Sure."

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"Oh fuck," he moans as you sink down onto his cock.

He wasn't being crazy, not at all. The moment he stepped back into your apartment, you pinned him against the wall and kissed him. You pushed him down to his knees so he could eat you out... twice. And now he's on your bed naked and you're about to ride him.

You tilt your head back, letting out a breathy moan as he fills you up. He stretch of his cock feels so good inside of you. You're already starting to feel the effects of overstimulation from him the two orgasms he gave you in his tongue earlier.

"Shit-oh shit," he moans once he's buried fully inside of you. His body falls limp against the bed and he allows you to completely take over.

You start moving your hips, tits bouncing in his face. He can't take his attention off of them, feeling himself grow more and more turned on with each passing moment.

Each roll of your hips feels so good and you're relentless with your pace. Your pussy squeezes around him incredibly. It feels so good, too good. He can already feel himself losing it.

And he does. He lifts you up off his cock, stroking his length until he cums on your inner thigh. He lets out a long groan as he covers your skin with his cum.

"Did you just...?" you start to ask.

He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't already getting hard again. He simply nods before lifting you back up and aligning his cock with your entrance.

"Yeah... just keep going..." he groans.

You're stunned, but nonetheless you sink back down onto his cock. He meets you halfway this time, thrusting his hips in sync with yours. His cock drills deeper inside of you, tip pushing against that one spot inside of you that drives you crazy.

Neither of you are quiet, moaning and groaning with pleasure nonstop.

You push him down on the bed, riding him like a toy. You treat him like your personal dildo, riding his cock like you own it. Your tits continue to bounce in his face, making him nearly go cross-eyed.

He reaches his hands up to touch, but you swat them away,. "No touching."

He lets out a frustrated groan, sinking his head deeper into the pillow. He wants you so bad, all of you. He needs to touch you. He can't help himself. He just wants to feel your tits, maybe slip one of them into his mouth and suck on one of them.

He tries again, reaching his arms up to grab your soft tits. But again, you grab his hands. "I said no touching."

"Fuck... please. Just let me feel 'em," he moans.

You ignore him, tightening your grip on his hands. His eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a shaky breath.

"M-Mommy please..." he moans.

The sudden name shocks you and you let out a gasp. Hearing it sends a wave through your body. You weren't expecting it in the slightest, but it's absolutely turning you on. However, he's too caught up in pleasure to fully process what he just said. He just lies there, basically whimpering with his eyes trained on your tits.

You start moving your hips faster. "Fuck, say it again."

"W-What?"

"Say it again and I'll let you touch me," you pant.

"Fuck... let me touch you mommy. So fucking hot..." he moans. "Please mommy,"

You're already getting close again. You move his hands, placing them on your tits and upholding your promise. His eyes roll back into his head once he finally cops a feel. He sits up, pushing his face closer to your tits.

"G-Gonna cum soon," you warn him.

He latches his mouth onto one of your tits, tongue circling your nipple as he sucks on your soft flesh. You don't stop the rocking of your hips, even when your orgasm approaches.

You moan loudly, calling his name like a chant as you experience your high. He follows not long after, lifting you off his lap again and allowing his cum to spill on the outside of your pussy.

He licks his lips as he watches your swollen folds get painted white. You both sit there breathlessly, dripping in sweat and cum. You need a moment to catch your breath and fully come down. Your folds are already swollen and sensitive and you're ready to lie down.

But it's not over.

He moves quickly, lifting off his lap and pinning you on the bed beneath him. He spits on his cock before pushing it back into you.

You're not sure how he still has the energy and stamina for this. Surely his cock is overly sensitive now. You're already overstimulated from your third orgasm, and you were sure he was done for.

He pins your hands above your head as he ruts his hips inside of you. His thrusts are sloppy, but his cock is drilling into you perfectly. He's rough and needy, oozing desperation with every thrust of his hips.

Your tits continue to bounce as he fucks you, once again capturing his attention.

He can feel himself getting close again, dangerously close. If he doesn't stop now, he'll cum inside of you. But fuck, it feels so good he doesn't know if he can stop.

"S-Shit," he moans. "Gotta fuck those tits."

He finds it in himself to pull out. You both hiss at the sudden loss of contact, but he acts quickly.

He pushes his cock between the swell of your breasts. His cock slips between your tits easily considering your arousal is still coating his length.

You push your tits together, making the crevice tighter and it sends him into overdrive. He's fucking your tits recklessly, hips stuttering and moving like a bitch in heat.

"Cumming- ah fuck! Mommy I'm cumming!" he cries out.

He keeps moving his hips, thrusting his cock along the sweaty softness of your skin. He finally loses it altogether, rolling his eyes into the back of his head as he shoots his cum onto your tits. Some of it goes onto your face, most of it dripping down along your nipples.

He feels dizzy, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"What the fuck," he breathes out.

What the hell have you done to him? He's never experienced something like that before. Yeah he's been with older women before, but calling them mommy? He's not even sure where it came from, you just sort of brought it out of him.

He's never had sex as intense as that, but all he knows is that he wants to do it again. One time and he already knows you've ruined him.

You simply giggle breathlessly, raking your fingers through his damp hair. Once you both fully come down, you shower together and he ends up spending the night.

You watch movies together until you both fall asleep. The next morning he wakes up hard and after a blowjob and three more rounds, he finally goes back to his apartment.

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"He did it," Soonyoung suddenly announces.

"Seriously?" Minghao's head appears over the couch as he turns around.

"No way," Jun echoes.

"I'm so serious, he actually did it," Soonyoung deadpans.

"How do you know?" Jun asks.

"I saw him go into her apartment yesterday when I was leaving and he hasn't been back yet... he definitely did it," Soonyoung explains and plops down on the couch.

"Oh shit... he's still over there?" Minghao asks.

"Pretty sure... he'll probably walk back over here any minute with that stupid grin," Soonyoung says.

Almost on cue, the doorknob twists and Dino walks into his shared apartment. He's trying so hard not to smile and make it obvious that he just had the best night (and morning) of his life, but he can't help but let a small grin escape from his pursed lips. All three of his roommates are staring at him from behind the couch.

He stands there like a deer in headlights as his roommates all stare him down.

"So where have you been?" Minghao asks with a smirk.

"Out," Dino says shortly, trying to avoid conversation.

"All night? It's nearly noon, that's a long time," Soonyoung asks.

"I wasn't gone that long... I left this morning when you guys were all asleep," Dino lies.

"That's so odd because... I saw you leave yesterday. It was still evening then," Soonyoung raises an eyebrow.

"That's weird because... you weren't home yesterday evening. I was the only one here," Dino states.

"I forgot my wallet when I left to go to work, and when I was on my way back I'm pretty sure I saw you leaving the apartment... wearing those exact sweatpants too," Soonyoung grins. "Jun he was wearing those sweatpants when you left too... right?"

"Oh yeah... now that I think about it, he was," Jun grins.

Knowing he's been caught, Dino simply gives up on defending himself. "Screw all of you!"

"Dude you fucked the hot neighbor, and older woman might I remind you? Did you think we weren't going to find out eventually," Soonyoung points out.

"Whatever," Dino says with a grin.

"You're really not gonna tell us how it went?" Minghao teases.

"Nope," Dino says and starts walking toward his room. "All you need to know is that she made me breakfast this morning and said she wants to see me again"

"Damn dude," Jun breathes out.

"See you fuckers later," he says as he makes his exit.

He enters his room, closing his door behind him and pulling out his phone. The first thing he does is text you.

'so when can i see u again?'

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#seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #dino seventeen #dino smut #lee chan #chan smut #kpop

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kieranxworld · 1 year

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Don't Recall [Hanzo and Genji Shimada]

➜ Hanzo Shimada x Reader x Genji Shimada

➜ When you confess to Genji and it goes horribly wrong. His older brother is there to pick up the pieces.

➜ Angst, unrequited love, bullying, class indifference, suggestive content. Let me know what I've missed. Maybe two parts...

➜ a/n: I also write for Overwatch 😊 hope you enjoy. Based off the Song Don't Recall by KARD they are an underrated kpop group with Latin inspired music. Please go check them out!

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It was Valentines Day, a day where in Japan, girls would give different treats to their crushes or loved ones.

This Valentine's Day, You finally had mustered up the courage to confess to your crush.

Genji Shimada.

Genji was a player, and it was not something that was a secret, many girls had come and go, trying to win over the youngest Shimada male.

You see, the shimada clan was one of the, if not the most powerful clan in Japan. They were not a family you would take lightly.

And you had to have a crush on one of the sons.

Genji and You were pretty close, walking to class sometimes, eating lunch together and going to the arcade afterwards. You considered yourself a close friend to the male.

So today, you held a box full of goodies with your families crest on it, and your heart full of courage, hoping it would go well.

You decided to wait until the last class of the day, seeing Genji sitting in his usual spot with girls on both sides of him chatting him up.

He spots you with a smile, waving you over, "Yo! Y/n!" You wave to him as you walk up to him and place your box infront of him.

He tilts his head before his eyes widened, he quickly went to open the box, seeing different goodies and baked treats that you'd spent hours making with your mother the night before.

"H-holy shit! You made all these for me (n/n)?" He says and you nodded happily.

"Yep! All of them are different foods we-" You get interrupted with a harsh shove to the ground. You land on your back, a pained groan leaving you.

"Tch. Well you gotta wait in line. (L/n) you aren't the only one today."

You looked up and saw Ayaka Watanabe. She was apart of one of the most prominent families in Japan as well, and has had her sights set on the Shimada's for years.

"Besides...Genji didn't you already accept mine already?~" She says, gesturing to the expensively decorated box sitting behind the male.

"W-well...I Mean I can have more than one-"

"You told me you weren't accepting anyone's today!" You said, bringing yourself stand and brushing your uniform off.

Ayaka scoffed, "He probably told you that because he didn't want commoners like you confessing to him. We all know why you reaalllyyuh want Genji." She says, snatching your box from in front of Genji. She started to walk towards you, and you started backing up.

"You just want to raise your status. Tired of being a poor, low class skank who can't get shit." She starts. "You hang around Genji because you know he'll buy you whatever you want and can't afford. Does his dad even know you exist? Do you know his dad will spit at disgusting people like you?"

She backs you up against the classroom door. You look behind her at Genji, hoping he would rescue you from her tirade. But he was looking away.

"Lets be honest. (L/n). Genji was only with you to get one thing." She says with a sadistic smirk, pointing to your skirt.

"And now that he has me. He doesn't need you anymore." You hear the sliding door open and Ayaka takes her chance to push you out the classroom.

She then throws your box behind you.

"Face it Y/n. You're a commoner. Stay one."

The door slams closed, leaving you in the hallway, surrounded by your fellow peers.

Whispers quickly swell in the hallway.

"Oh, I heard she was confessing the Shimada boy today.."

"Isn't he dating Ayaka though?.."

"Yea that was her who shoved her out.."

"Poor her..."

"She should've know better than to fall for a wealthy boy..."

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you slowly stood up, grabbing your box. The treats still in tact but it was horribly bent. You sighed heavily, choking back the sobs that were trying to fight their way through.

You quickly made your way through the hall, ignoring the whispers that circled around you.

You just wanted to make it outside.

You needed to get out.

You felt the tears streaming down your face as you went out the door, you knew that this led to the roof. A quiet place where no one would be at after school ended.

Getting up the stairs, you slowly walked over to the farthest bench and sat down, finally letting your tears flow.

God rejection hurts, but being rejected and embarrassed was like a double-edged sword. You wish he would've just told you he had a girlfriend, but that was your friend, he was a player.

And you should've known better.

You finally allowed your sobs to come out, tear ducts bursting like a dam. You sounded pitiful. After all, you're crying over someone you knew you couldn't have.

It didn't help that your wails masked the footsteps that were coming towards you.

It wasn't until you felt a hand on your shoulder did you nearly jump out your skin.

"(Y/n)-San, are you alright?"

You whipped your head around to see Hanzo, the eldest Shimada brother staring down at you. He had worry plastered all over his face, not a rare expression for you.

Hanzo and you had some Archery classes together, his father and your mother apparently were classmates in school. So sometimes after lessons they would talk leaving you and Hanzo together.

He was the more serious out of him and his brother.

You wiped your face and sighed as the male sat beside you.

"Yea..just..upset..I made this and have no one to give it to..." You say gesturing to the box, deciding to hide the truth in a lie.

Hanzo takes it into his lap.

"I understand. I have no one to spend Valentines Day with. Girls all flock to my brother, or are too afraid to speak to me." Hanzo says sadly, opening the box. He then turns to you as If asking 'May I?' You giggle softly and nod to him.

You watch as he chooses a bon bon and plops it in his mouth. You then see his eyes light up with wonder. "This is amazing! Did you make these yourself?!" He asks in amazement and you nod.

"Mhm, I sure did. I spent a whole day with my mother making them.." You smiled as you watch him try many treats from the box.

"I must request you to make some for me.."

"Well I can show you..." You suggest and he stands up quickly.

"Well it seems we are both free today, so you must show me today!" Hanzo says proudly and you stumble over your words as he pulls you up.

"B-but-" "No buts! I must know the secrets of these delicious candies!"

He then grabs your hand and flashes a quick soft smile.

"Besides, we can keep each other company on this Valentines day."

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You sat nervously outside as you heard Hanzo inside talking to his mother and father. You knew the two of them were strict on who Hanzo could hang around but not Genji, which explains why you heard Ayaka inside with the male. He must've brought her over to Introduce her...

Your heart pangs but you shake your head. You have your own activities planned.

You once again got spooked by Hanzo peeping his head out and gesturing for you to come in.

Quickly following him, you looked around at the grand expanse of his home. The Shimada's were incredibly rich, so you should've known it was gonna be huge.

Hanzo guides you to a room where a man and a woman were both sat, talking amongst themselves.

Hanzo cleared his throat to get their attention. "Mother, Father. This is-"

"(Y/n) (L/n), I know her from your archery classes." His father spoke. You immediately bowed to the male. You heard him chuckle before speaking once more.

"Rise up, (Y/n), no need for formalities."

You sit up straight, ears burning from embarrassment.

"Go ahead you two, spend all the time you need in the kitchen, but just come back when you are finished."

You both nodded and were about to head off until his fathers booming voice cut throught again.

"Hanzo."

Hanzo turned to see his father handing him a card.

"Take Miss (Y/n) somewhere nice."

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"Where Hanzo, Mom?"

Genji asks, walking in after a long trip to the arcade. He glanced at the clock seeing it read 9:00pm. School got out around 3, and his practice ended at 5.

"Oh, he's out with a friend. He should be coming in soon."

Genji scoffs "Him going out? With who? Who wants to go out with the stick in the mud?"

"And that's when my mom came in and saw that I was covered in chocolate!"

"Oh? I knew she was upset with you.."

"Oh definitely!"

Genji watched as his brother walked in Hand and Hand with Y/n. His best friend.

On Valentines Day.

He was frozen when the two walked by, Y/n just giving him a wave and a smile while his brother gave a smirk.

"Lets go to my room until you'd like to go, I want to know more about you."

"Of course! I want to know more about you too!"

"W-wait!" Genji managed to get out, going up to catch up with them.

"Are you guys a thing now?" He asked, and the two of them looked at each other, then looked at him.

Hanzo chuckled looking at his younger brother, "maybe, we are just seeing where this goes. Y/n is a wonderful girl."

Genji rolled his eyes, "Mhm. Well I hope you know Y/n is MY best friend! So you better not hurt her."

"Genji!"

Hanzo laughs at his brother, "oh I won't brother dear..after all." He steps towards his brother with that same annoying smirk.

"You already did that for me..."

Genji's eyes widened as Hanzo pulls Y/n away continuing his conversation with her.

Leaving Genji to think about how he had lost his best friend to his brother, and how it was all his fault.

And how he couldn't allow this to happen.

Not at all.

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfic #hanzo shimada #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #genji #genji shimada #genji x reader #genji shimada x reader

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mswritingthings · 4 months

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Big Prompt List 2

"There are a lot of things that I didn't think were possible before you."

"Please don't overwork yourself, please."

"I'll take care of you until you learn to take care of yourself."

"What? I don't have a crush on (name)!"

"Take your time, it's okay."

"That is no excuse for the way they treated you."

"Crying isn't going to solve anything, I need to toughen up."

"Relationships aren't supposed to be problems that you need to solve."

"Every single time that I close my eyes, I see your face staring back at me."

"Always the romantic."

"Where are we going so late?"

"I'll always answer when you call."

"It's getting late, come on to bed. This will all be here in the morning."

"I've never wanted to be with someone like I want to be with you."

"You can't win them all."

"Slow down, we've got all night."

"I love the way that you make me feel. I've never been wanted like this before."

"Can I touch you?"

"Please."

"My mom used to tell me what it was like to fall in love. Even in my wildest dreams, I never thought it'd be this good."

"I should have known that you hadn't changed."

"Come on (name) would do anything to make you smile, absolutely anything."

"Sometimes, I wonder why I put up with you."

"Hey! You love me."

"Don't listen to them, you're beautiful."

"I just can't believe that you really chose me, that's all."

"Who has you smiling like that?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to mess things up for you, I swear."

"When is the last time you saw (name) smile like that?"

"I feel like myself when I'm around you."

"It gets lonely at night, maybe you should stay over."

"We were cuddling, that's all."

"Did you lock the door?"

"I swear it might not be what it looks like!"

"Are you kissing my (brother/sister)?"

"Oh the horrors! I have to bleach my eyes."

"Stop being dramatic."

"Can I have a kiss too please?"

"Who do you think you are treating this precious angel so badly?"

"I think I might die if you don't get over here and hug me."

"Don't be ridiculous, we are not in love."

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"It's only for a few months, and then we'll be right back here together again."

"I don't think I could bear to be without you for even a day."

"Shh, (name) just fell asleep."

"It has been so hard without you."

"Please come back. I'm sorry."

"What do you want from me? I swear I've given you everything."

"You don't love me, and that's okay because I can pretend that you do for now."

"Just let go, it's not worth the pain."

"It's fine, you can just sit on my lap."

"God, you two are disgustingly cute together."

"One day I want to have something like that."

"Babies? Like, more than one?"

"I'd love to get to know you properly if you'd let me."

"You'd think they put the stars in the sky from the way everybody constantly fawns over them."

"Drop it, okay? I'm done talking about this."

"They made you feel small, but you aren't. You matter so much to everybody, especially me."

"Holy shit, I'm in love."

"Come back to bed, it's cold."

"Stop squirming or I'll get the ropes out again."

"Open up for me like a good (boy/girl)."

"Tell me what you want, and I'll do it for you."

"It looks to me like you've got enough holes to go around."

"I know it looks like a lot, but I'll go slow."

"If you need to stop, let me know."

"Take it off. I want to see all of you."

"All of that teasing, just for you to cum so quickly? What a shame, I had much more planned for tonight."

"Shh, that's it, cum for me."

"I think you can take a little more than this, don't you?"

#prompt list #mine #please do use and reblog #dialogue prompts #assorted prompts

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web6y · 6 months

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What if you...

danced with,

✫彡 Them ミ★

(Pt 1) (Pt 2) (Pt 3) (Pt 4)

✔︎ 𖤹 ❌ ❌

Lucifer x Reader (romantic)

The reader is adressed as "you" and as gender neutral terms

this time i can't imagine what kind of person Lucifer would date with,im sorry :(

(HOLY COW LUCIUS IS FINALLY WRITING SOMETHING OTHER THAN ALASTOR X READER PLATONIC THINGS🗣️‼️)

(And I finally had motivation to finish it after 10 days.But I just realized Im not actually good with Lucifer fanfics.)

Warnings:

Nothing else because im a pure angel.

Summary:

Lucifer's taller s/o reader realized Lucifer had a gramophone in his office the whole time,but the little ugly duckling haven't used it because they didn't had anyone to listen to with him...until now

And not-so-fun-fact i still don't like the way i write and I'll keep thinking I write trash.

𐦖 King's

Baby Steps ✨

You are at Lucifer's office after a long day,you are sitting at a chair,sipping your coffee and watching him work on a new project with a smirk.

You took a sip from your coffee,placed your pink cup with a tiny duck picture on it on the coffee table and stood up,you stretched.

"now...may I ask what are you working on now?" you asked softly,Lucifer didn't looked up at you but he smiled cutely with childish mischievousness,"...you'll see soon,give me a few more minutes." he is biting his lower lip with his small fangs and giggling while working.

You rolled eyes,then your eyes travels around the room after trying to checkout what he is working on,but his tiny body is good at hiding things.

As your eyes travels around the room,you see something you haven't saw before.

Its an old gramophone.

Its actually pretty big,the metal part of it is pure gold and the wooden parts are dark oak,its carved small apple patterns on it.

As you examine the gramophone,but Lucifer interrupts and excitedly yells, "Darling!Come take a look!!"

He jumps out of his chair and runs to you,showing you his 'project'.

Its a rubber duck.

A rubber duck that looks like you.

"For my dear Monarch!" he is handing it to you like its a treasure,its like a treasure to you at least.

You chuckled and took the duck from his hands,examining it,"Its adorable," you looked at him,"but not as you,my duckling.",you took his hat,leaned closer to place a kiss on the top of his head while he tried to take his hat back,while he was huffing and puffing,you pointed the old gramophone,"Is this thing still working?"

He looked at the gramophone "Im not sure.."

you raised an eyebrow "Darling,how you don't know if it works?"

Lucifer looked away and shrugged,"I...um,I don't play music really often."

"I haven't used it since seven years ago."

You smirked "Well,there is only one way to find out if its still working." you opened the drawer under the coffee table,you found an old record and held it up.

You took it out slowly and placed it on the gramophone,and elegant dance music started playing.

Lucifer looked at you,"Well it's working.." you held his hand,offering him a dance,but he pulled back.

"I...I don't remember how to dance,it's been so long." he said with a low voice ,"My duckling.." "I know you can do it,you are so good at dancing alone and singing,im pretty sure you can handle this." you putted his hat back on his head "I'll teach you." he smiled and held your waist with his small elegant hand "I think I can give it a try again..."

You two started dancing,you took the lead,Lucifer still looks nervous.

He needs motivation.

"Shh,we are going to do this."

"Let's start with baby steps.."

"You are doing great,my short king.."

I AM SORRY FOR MAKING YOU READ THIS SHIT💀

ITS ACTUALLY HORRIFYING I DON'T THINK I'LL WRITE LUCIFER AS READER'S S/O EVER AGAIN.

And there is Vox and Tino left now..

I mean I can write Vox having reader as S/O but im not sure about Val😭

But I'll anyways because i love to torture myself

Anyway,

THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL,YOU ARE AMAZING AND LOVED

🗣️💞💗💓‼️

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #dancing with them 𖤐 #lucifer x reader fluff

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Underneath It All | Rooster x Reader

Written for Kinktober

Summary: You and Bradley discover each other's kinks, and nobody is disappointed. (Lingerie and sex in public)

Warnings: Smut and filth, 18+ only, PiV intercourse, oral sex

Length: 2500

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Can be read as part of my Series Is It Working For You? OR it can be read as a standalone story! Masterlist

Bradley was pretty annoyed. It was supposed to be date night. Just the two of you. But as soon as he mentioned to Fanboy that he was taking you to the newest restaurant near base, it had turned into a group hang.

The thing that Bradley found most annoying was the fact that you didn't seem to find this annoying at all. You said it sounded fun, and you couldn't wait to see everyone again.

Bradley just wanted to be with you... alone. You'd only just established the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing a few weeks previously, after weeks of Bradley sweating hard over you. And now he had to turn his romantic plans into something thoroughly un-romantic to accommodate the fact that Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, Hangman and Coyote would be there too. Great.

So Bradley picked you up at your place, kissed you until you were going to be late if you didn't leave immediately, and buckled you into the Bronco.

"I'm so excited to have dinner with everyone," you reiterated.

He just grunted. God, you looked fucking hot in that black wrap dress. He was pretty sure if he pulled at the loose bow tied at your side, the entire front of the dress would come open.

He was never going to make it through this dinner.

"Are you okay, Roo? You seem kind of irritated tonight," you pointed out. Bradley let his right hand drift to your bare thigh and slid it up under your dress while he drove.

"I'm fine, Baby Girl. I'm just a little disappointed that I have to share your company with the others tonight. I was hoping it would be just me and you." His fingers drifted up until they found something lacy, and he groaned. He couldn't wait to get you out of your dress later.

You bit your lower lip, and with amusement in your voice, you said, "Maybe we can skip out right after we eat dinner. We don't need to stay for dessert and coffee."

"That's my girl."

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Eating with these people right now was tedious. Bradley liked his friends, loved them really. They were all great people. Well, Hangman was... Hangman. But he could not wait to get the fuck out of this restaurant and get you alone. He had inhaled his meal, and now he was just waiting for you to give him the signal that you were ready to leave.

You were sitting right across from him, and every time you turned to your right to talk to Bob, you leaned on your elbow and pressed your tits together slightly. Bradley swore you were doing it on purpose, since the deep v-front of your dress was giving him the perfect view. He was practically drooling as he listened to you graciously talk to Bob about his brother's five Persian cats. Bradley did not know how you were managing to do that with a smile on your face.

When you shifted a bit in your seat, Bradley's eyes went right back to your chest, and he saw a bit of black lace peeking out the top of your dress.

"You okay, man?" Payback asked him. "You seem very distracted."

Bradley just hummed in agreement, and then he felt you drag your high heel up his pant leg as you caught his eye. He noticed your phone was in your hands just before his phone vibrated in his pocket. Your mouth quirked into a sly smile before you tucked your phone back into your bag.

Bradley narrowed his eyes at you before reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He was not surprised to see that the text was from you, and he figured it was you letting him know you were ready to leave. What he saw, however, had him nearly tipping out of his chair.

"Holy shit," he muttered, quickly turning his screen away from Payback. Because you had just sent him a dirty picture.

Bradley's wide eyes darted between his phone screen and your smirking face several times before he really focused on the image. And there you were, lying on your back in the middle of your bed, your hair all over your pillow. You were wearing the sexiest strappy, black lace bodysuit he had ever seen in his life along with your black high heels. You were looking at the camera and your back was slightly arched up off the bed. The text caption read, "This is what I'm wearing under my dress." Bradley had never explicitly told you how much he liked lingerie, but it seemed as though you somehow knew what this would do to him.

Fuck. He was already getting hard. He wanted you out of your dress as soon as possible. You ran your high heel up his leg again, and this time he reached for your foot under the table. He traced the inside of your ankle with his thumb and you bit your lip again. Shit, he wanted to clear everything off the table and do this right here.

"It's time to go," he told you, his voice sounding extra raspy, even to his own ears. He released your foot, and you were both instantly out of your seats.

"Hey, you're leaving already?" asked Fanboy. "We didn't even order dessert yet!"

"I'm taking my dessert to-go," Bradley replied, swiftly wrapping his arm around your waist. He threw a bunch of bills from his wallet onto the table to cover your meals plus a hefty tip, and then he was moving.

"Um, it was nice to see everyone!" you called out as he yanked you along beside him. Bradley registered that everyone looked stunned except for Phoenix, who was cracking up.

"I take it you liked what you saw?" you asked him, a breathy laugh in your voice as you quickly exited the restaurant and plunged into the dark night outside.

Bradley pushed you back against the front of the building and gently bit your neck. Your moan caused a few pedestrians to turn and look at you before rushing onward.

"You're too good to me. I'm gonna reward you for that sexy photo, Baby Girl. I'm gonna reward you with this," he rasped, pressing himself against you. His dick was rock hard, and now Bradley had to really try to focus on getting you away from the crowded sidewalk.

You gasped as he bit you a little harder and then pulled you toward the Bronco. "I must admit, this got an even better reaction than I had anticipated." You were a bit breathless as you asked, "You like lingerie, huh, Roo?"

Bradley opened the passenger door for you and buckled you in. He leaned in close, his lips gently skimming over yours, his mustache tickling you. He wasn't sure exactly how to describe the extent to which he liked lingerie. Or how much he liked seeing you in it. He had always been a visual creature, and seeing you in that black lace was like being presented with a pretty little gift to unwrap and enjoy.

"I do, Sweetheart. I like it a lot. And I'm going to love fucking my girlfriend while she's wearing it."

He watched you squeeze your thighs together and suck in a breath as he tugged open the tie at the side of your dress. He watched the fabric fall open, exposing your lace covered tits.

You tipped your head back and moaned, and Bradley was grateful that he had parked at the far end of the lot where it was quiet. "Let's get out of here," he managed, as he ran his fingers over your lace covered nipples making you whine.

Once he was in the driver's seat and pulling onto the main road, he felt a little bit more in control of the situation. Or at least he did until you reached over and gently squeezed him through his pants. His dick throbbed against your hand, and soon you were unbuttoning and unzipping.

"Fuck, Baby Girl," was all he managed to say as your hand slipped inside his boxer briefs and you started gently stroking him. "You keep that up, and I'm gonna pull over and fuck you on the side of the road."

You pumped your hand around him harder and leaned closer. You licked his neck and whispered, "Promise?"

He hissed in a breath. The way you made him feel, how much you could turn him on... it was unbelievable. "You want me to, don't you?"

When Bradley only got a whimper in response, he quickly made a sharp right and headed for one of the bayside beaches that closed at sunset. He deftly steered his Bronco around one of the gates meant to keep people out at this time of night, and parked near the water.

As soon as he turned the engine off, you were immediately in his lap. The front of your dress was fully open, and he ran his hands all over your body as you started to grind against him.

He kissed you sweetly and yanked the strip of lace covering your core to one side. He gathered your arousal on his fingertips, and without any further warning, he started fucking you hard with two fingers.

"Bradley!" you yelped as your head tipped back against the steering wheel, and you arched your chest toward him. He licked and nipped your breasts through the lace of the low cut bodysuit, nuzzling his nose between your tits.

"You look so perfect like this, Sweetheart. Now climb into the backseat for me like a good girl."

When he withdrew his fingers, you did as you were told. You climbed carefully over the center console and spread yourself out along the seat on your back for him, your loose dress trailing behind you.

Bradley hopped out of the driver's door and opened the one behind it, his hard dick hanging out of his dress pants bounced around as he moved. The sight of you bathed in moonlight and the little bit of glow from the Bronco's dome light would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. You scooted yourself closer to the open door where he stood, and he quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you to him, until your lace covered pussy was rubbing his cock.

You looked up at him and bit your lip as he ran his hands up and down both of your bare thighs. He took a few seconds to gently bend your knees and kiss your ankles just above your high heels before hiking your knees up over his shoulders.

"Think you can keep quiet? There are a few houses right over there," he said, nodding to his right. Bradley could see people moving around inside their lit up homes. He had no doubt that they would be able to see you if they decided to look outside in this direction.

"I'll try," was all you managed to say before he yanked the lacy fabric to one side again, ran his fingers along your pussy and plunged his dick inside you.

He fucked you hard and fast, figuring the entire night up to this point counted as foreplay. The slapping of his skin against yours spurred him on, as did the way you clamped your hands over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet.

"You're doing great," he groaned through clenched teeth, gripping your hips hard and pounding into you. Your breasts were bouncing so much, the bodysuit started to slip, revealing one perfect pink nipple. "Fuck, I love these tits." He leaned down and pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Bradley!" you squealed, running your hands through his hair while he licked and sucked.

He pounded into you harder, fucked you rougher. "You keep making that much noise, and someone's gonna hear us," he whispered against your ear. He pushed against you more until your knees were almost touching your shoulders. He slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and let you suck on them to keep you hushed. "That's better, Baby Girl. Gotta keep you quiet. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this, just me."

You moaned around his fingers, and your pretty gaze met his. He knew how to make you come, and he kept his eyes on yours as he shifted slightly and rubbed against your clit with his pelvic bone while he fucked you.

You started to shake and clench around him. "I know what you like, and I'll give it to you every single time, Sweetheart. Especially when you dress up just for me."

You sucked and licked his fingers, squeaking and making obscene muffled sounds as you came.

"Fuck, I'm there too," he told you, and his movements became shallow as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth.

As you were moaning through the end of your orgasm, you started to push Bradley gently off of you.

"Roo, come in my mouth, sexy, so we don't mess up the upholstery."

Bradley didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his cock out of your pussy, climbed on top of you on the seat and straddled your chest. You propped yourself up a little and opened your mouth wide for him, your pink tongue licking your lips as he groaned. You reached out, and with one pump of your fist along his messy length, he watched his cum hit your tongue, your lips, and the back of your throat. Then you pulled him closer and took him fully into your mouth, licking up every last bit of his cum and your wetness from him with the sweetest expression on your face. You kissed along his softening length and the top of his thigh, as you smiled up at him. Bradley watched you intently, the deep recesses of his mind registering the fact that he was absolutely going to marry you someday.

"Did we just check off two kinks in one go?" you asked him as he eased his large body off of yours.

"Huh?" God, he could barely think at the moment, could barely manage zipping up his pants and reaching down to pull you up.

You climbed out of the back door and Bradley pulled you into his arms for a long kiss before wrapping your dress closed over your sexy lingerie.

"Bradley, I think we may have just checked off your lingerie kink at the same time as my sex in public kink." You were grinning up at him.

Bradley stroked his fingers along your cheek. "Yeah, I think we did. And the way you protected the Bronco's upholstery? I fucking love you. You know that right?"

You giggled as he walked you back to the passenger seat to buckle you in again.

"I love you too, Roo. Let's go back to my place."

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three years too late {indiana jones}

plot: you haven't seen your ex-boyfriend, Indiana, in three years. you're settled once again, engaged to be married, but fate decides to throw the two of you together once more for old time's sakes.

character: indiana jones x plus size reader

Part of my Plus Size History Professor x Indiana Jones series and part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

Of all the things that could go wrong on your wedding day... This wasn't it. Of course, you had been taken hostage by some Germans who were scary and large and you had absolutely no idea what was going on. Your hands were tied behind your back, mouth gagged and ankles bound. Terrified wasn't the word to describe how you felt when you'd woken up to the sounds of booming laughter and unfamiliar accents. Your head pounded and you could smell a slight metal tang in the air so you could only assume you were bleeding - probably from the head.

You were in a dimly lit warehouse. There were boxes all around and... holy shit, there were a lot of guns, knives and different weapons. Your head whipped from side to side. There were three what looked like German soldiers sitting maybe thirty feet away, all facing away from you playing cards and smoking. If you could find something to cut the ropes, you could grab a gun and-

What the fuck am I thinking?! I don't know how to fucking shoot a fucking gun... It's my only chance.

Oh today was not meant to go this way at all.

You didn't know if anyone would be looking for you. Your soon to be husband surely would be but what if he thought you had fled the wedding? Why had you been kidnapped? You tried your hardest to think about where you were taken from. You were in the hotel about to head to the church... Oh my god, people were going to think you'd just ran away from your wedding and abandoned your future husband at the alter- but... you remembered you had tried your hardest to fight back. The memory was blurry and it hurt your head more to try and remember it but you remembered throwing a few things at your attackers and... ah.

They smashed your head into the mirror of the dresser before all went black. So that explains the head injury.

Surely, surely someone would see the carnage in the hotel room and realise that you didn't have 'cold feet' but instead you had been kidnapped. But why?

Arthur was a banker maybe they wanted money? But they were soldiers. Why the hell would soldiers kidnap you if not for a greater purpose? You didn't know. But you did know that Arthur, as much as he loved you, he wasn't very scary and wasn't very brave and there would be fat chance of him coming to save you. You didn't know if you could be saved. You didn't know where you were, didn't know who these men were but if you wanted a chance at getting to live the rest of your life, you would need to at least try. You looked down at your wedding dress, the once pristine dress was now in tatters at the bottom with dirt, grime and blood dripped onto it.

I need to get out of here.

Without making a noise, you began to search for something to cut the ropes with. It was hard to see in the dim light but you could see a pile of rubble and stone from the crumbling walls. Quiet as you could, you shuffled backwards to grab various rocks, feeling them in your hands to find a sharp edge until...

Bingo.

It was long and sharp. It would have to do. You manoeuvred it in your hands and began to saw the rope with the stone. It was going to take a while but if you could pretend to still be out cold, leaning against the wall, then maybe that would give you more time.

That was until one of the men happened to glance over his shoulder as you were checking on them. Fuck.

"Oh hello! She's awake!" He grinned with a clap, ditching the cards on the table as he stood and began to walk to you.

Quicker, you sawed at the rope, you were almost there. Your ankle bounds would have to wait, if you got your wrists free then that would just have to do. Almost there. He was maybe fifteen feet away. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "What are you doing, woman?" He spat before he stopped in front of you and crouched.

With all of your might, and using your weight as an advantage, you screamed and leapt onto him. The shock threw him off balance and he toppled to the ground, hitting his head hard off of the concrete. You were running on sheer adrenaline, fighting for your life and your grip on the stone tightened before you brought it down hard, piercing into his neck. Blood sprayed everywhere and he lost consciousness within seconds.

It wasn't time to stop though. You were on auto-pilot, fight or flight, and it was all about survival. You weren't going to die today - not today.

His men were yelling, grabbing their weapons, and you quickly pulled his gun from its holster and pulled the safety down before shooting. Your first few shots didn't land but then the next two did. One in the shorter one's shoulder and then in the taller one's thigh. They weren't dead but it bought you time.

You rolled off of the soldier you were on and ducked behind a few of the boxes as the other two soldiers yelled for help. With trembling hands, you tore the bonds from your ankles and grabbed the gun again. Your heart hammered in your chest painfully. You jumped upwards and shot until the gun was empty. You chucked it at them too. You'd missed them both again.

More men flooded in through the open doors and sweet lord they had big guns. Darting off to the left, you grabbed what looked like a machine gun from the top of a box and began to shoot. It was loud and hurt your muscles with each shot but you managed to get a few men down...

Then it jammed.

"Fuck!" You shouted ditching the gun and running to hide behind some more boxes.

From the chaos you could hear their yells of, "Boss didn't say she would fight back!"

"Kill her!"

There was a lot of gunfire aimed for you which thankfully never got you but it was close. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you struggled to get a deep breath. Adrenaline coursed through your veins and you weren't thinking rationally, you were only thinking for survival. A few times, you heard bullets whizz by your body. Your head whipped from side to side and then you spied it; a round, green grenade. This was your last chance to get out of here. Your hand grasped it tightly and you began to yell that you were giving up, "Okay, okay! I surrender!" You had to yell it a few times until the gunfire ceased. Slowly, you stood up, hand hidden from view as you yelled your surrender again.

A gunshot rang and you instinctively leapt to the side but not before pulling the pin and launching the green grenade into the crowd. The bullet grazed your shoulder and you screamed out in agony but quickly, you scrambled upwards and ran as fast as you could to the open doors away from the crowd and then-

BOOM!

You were launched forwards in a blast of heat as the grenade blew. You landed painfully on your ankle but you were quick to get up and continue somewhat running. You weren't much of a runner ever but this was life or death and you wouldn't stop until you knew that you were safe.

As you left the burning building, some gunfire still sounding from behind you, you were blinded by headlights. You came to a stop, hand raising to see who it was. This is it, you thought, I'm going to die-

"(y/n)?!"

You squinted before you realised who it was. No fucking way. There he was still with that fedora, "Indiana?!" No way was your adventurer ex-boyfriend standing in front of you but right now was no time to catch up, "We need to go!"

You threw the car door open and bundled yourself and your now horrifically stained wedding dress into the car, slamming the door on the train and yelling loudly for him to hurry up and drive. Indiana did and just in time too as five soldiers all armed with large guns bounded from the warehouse doors. Indiana threw the car backwards and then zipped off, managing to avoid the gunshots aside from a back window being shot through.

"Why the hell are you wearing a wedding dress?!"

"Because it's my bloody wedding day!" You screeched over the roar of the engine. All of a sudden, you grew furious. Maybe it was the fear of the situation or the adrenaline or maybe just seeing him again after he disappeared and left you or maybe it was all of that combined.

Indiana faltered, head whipping between you and the road, "What?!"

"What?!" You shot back, "Did you never think I'd find someone else who wanted to marry me?!"

He rolled his eyes, returning his gaze to the road, "That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"Then what did you mean?!" You were angry. Why were you angry? You didn't care about Indy or what he thought about you anymore. It had been three years, three long years.

"I was surprised!" Indiana yelled, "I-I didn't think you'd move on that fast!"

"That fast?!" You hissed, turning to him, all of a sudden forgetting about the horrors that had just taken place moments ago and now replaced with sheer anger, "It's been three years, Indy!"

The man faltered, opening his mouth and then firmly shutting it, "It's not been three years," he muttered under his breath.

"It has!" You shot back, "I was twenty three and now I'm twenty six. It's been three years. You're three years too late, Jones! I've been with Archie for a year-"

"Archie?!" Indiana laughed loudly only causing your blood to boil even more so than it already was, "You're marrying a guy called Archie?!"

"Better than marrying someone who named himself after the family dog!"

That shut Indy up. You smirked triumphantly. He turned to you, eyes angry until he saw the blood dripping from your arm, "You got shot. You're hurt." Worry flashed on his face.

"I..." You trailed off and as you realised you were injured, the pain began to sink back in too, the adrenaline wearing off ever so slightly, "It's fine. Just grazed." You swatted his hand away, "Sore but just a flesh wound."

"You sound like me," Indy scoffed, "What the hell happened?"

"I got shot."

Indy rolled his eyes, "But why the hell were you fighting them? You could've gotten yourself killed!"

You looked down at your hands. The nail polish you'd had done especially for your wedding now chipped and dirty. "I didn't think anyone would save me," your voice was quiet all of a sudden, "I had to save myself."

Indiana sighed, "I promised you that I'd always save you and keep you safe."

The reality of it all was starting to hit you and your heart began to pound again as guilt flooded every single one of your senses. "I killed a man, Indy." You felt sick, "I shot a bunch and threw a grenade. I killed people, Indy. People with families-"

His hand found yours as he steered, "Hey," he said strongly, "self defence. You killed people you were going to kill you."

"But..." Your eyes met his and you let yourself breathe again, "Why me? Why did they-"

"To get to me," he said, eyes back on the road and hand letting go of yours, "They knew about us all those years ago-"

"But why target me again? Especially when we've moved on, I mean I'm getting married and I'm absolutely positive you don't still feel that way about me-" you looked at him and abruptly stopped talking when seeing the muscle in his jaw feather and the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, "... right?"

He gave the slightest shake of the head, "I was stupid to walk away from us." That was all he gave you before he pulled up the car into the side of the road, driving into shrubbery to try and disguise the car. He opened up the glove compartment and dug around, pulling out a flask, "Whiskey, drink it. It'll make the pain a bit better."

"You're getting me drunk?"

"Trust me, it'll help the pain."

You rolled your eyes but listened and drained the liquid which burned hot going down. You had tried to give it back to him but he insisted you finish the flask. It was disgusting but mere seconds after downing it, you could feel the pain turning fuzzy.

"We'll go on foot for a while," he said after you'd finished and began to get out the car.

"I-I don't think I can," you grumbled as you pulled yourself out of the car, "I landed funny on my ankle and- what the hell are you doing?! Put me down! Indiana Jones!"

Indy laughed as he scooped you up, ironically bridal style, before putting you over his shoulder so your head was on his back, "What?" He grinned, "It's not like I've never picked you up before... You're not too heavy, I promise. I've got you. This is the quickest way, okay? You gonna fight me on that cause I'll let you walk on a sprained ankle if you want."

You fell silent and allowed him to carry you. You remembered the first time he'd picked you up. You were terrified, squealing and almost in tears at the thought. You had been embarrassed in case he couldn't or in case he told you that you were heavy but to your surprise, he didn't complain, he didn't even let on that you were heavy. He was strong and he could handle you. Your eyes which had been avoiding him found him through teary eyes. Oh, Indy...

After around ten minutes, you started to feel sleepy, the traumas of what your body had gone through now taking its toll, but Indy kept pestering you with questions to keep you alert and awake, "So what's Arthur like then, eh?"

"Nice," you said groggily, "he's a banker."

"A proper job," he mused sardonically, "bet your dad's happy with that."

"Yeah... They like him."

"They never liked me much, did they?" He stared straight ahead never once looking at you.

You licked your lips, "They did when they thought we were both just Professors... They didn't when they found out your actually a bad ass adventurer who nearly dies every fortnight." Indy laughed.

He continued asking you questions, random ones about the wedding, about your life since the break up and then after a while he put you down on some rocks to have a break. He bent down, inspecting your arm and dug around in his satchel to find a bandage before wrapping it tightly around your wound, "Does it hurt?"

You nodded, feeling tipsy but okay, "Yeah but I'm being brave like you." Indy smiled, brushing your hair out of your face, inspecting your head wound, "They smashed my head into a mirror."

"I can see that," he murmured with a frown, "it's stopped bleeding so that's good."

You took the chance to look down at yourself before you began to erupt with a fit of giggles. Indiana blinked in surprise, asking you what was so funny, "Look at me!" You squealed, "What time is it?" You grabbed his wrist, squinting hard to look at the time, "5pm?! I should've been married four hours ago! And look at my dress!" The laughter was loud and musical. Indy even chuckled a bit, "And I was kidnapped! And- And the funniest bit- I killed people!" Indy's smile began to fall as your laughter grew into sobs, "It's my wedding day and- and I killed people!"

The sobs quickly turned into wailing and Indy bundled you into his arms, holding you tightly and shushing you. You hiccupped, "Funniest thing," you said against his chest, "I didn't even want to marry him- was just- hiccup - trying to get over you - don't love him - hiccup - love you instead."

And then, as quickly as you had started sobbing, you were sound asleep on his shoulder.

Indy let out a long breath, "Three years too late, huh?"

You could hear the running of water like a bath or a shower and you squinted. It was daylight outside. You sat up, wincing at the pain in your head, "Indy?" You called out, the events of the previous day coming back to you, "Indy is that you?"

"(y/n)?" A voice said, rushing from the other room, "You're okay!" Your heart sank as arms that weren't Indiana's wrapped around you, holding you and pressing kisses into your hair, "God, I've been so worried about you."

"Archie..." You forced a watery eyed smile.

His hands stroked your cheeks before pulling you in for a hug again, "I thought you'd gotten cold feet, left me and then- then me and your mom went to check the room and we saw it. It was awful, the way you'd been taken. I could've collapsed. We got the police but- they weren't very helpful at all. It was- It was when he called and told me where you were- I'm so glad-"

"Where is he?" You asked, cutting Archie off, "Where's Indy?"

Archie frowned, "He left. Oh honey, I'm so glad-"

"Where did he go, Archie?" There was something in your tone, a strength, a quiver of something that unsettled Archie.

"Why do you need to know?"

"I-I need to find him."

Archie shook his head, "You're probably still confused, the doctor said that could happen with the head injury. Just go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up, honey-"

You closed your eyes. What were you thinking? You had Archie, sweet, harmless Archie. Archie wouldn't put your life in danger, Archie wouldn't take you on adventures... Archie was bland but safe. You'd barely thought about Indy the last three years... But was that just a lie you told yourself to ease the guilt?

"(y/n)?"

You opened your eyes and forced a smile, "Sorry, you're right, just confused, Arch."

Relief flooded over Archie in that moment and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Your parents are in the hall, are you ready to see them?"

The rest of the day you spent recounting your story to your horrified parents and fiancé. You'd obviously missed out the parts where you killed people instead glossing over as you just happened to sneak by them all and you missed out the parts of yours and Indy's fight and him getting you drunk and your- your eyes widened. Your confession of love to Indiana Jones. Oh, fuck.

"I don't like that- that brute of a man but thank god he came to your rescue." Your mother grasped your hand, "Why on Earth were those men after you?"

"They weren't after me," you said quietly, "they were after Indy."

"Indy," Archie huffed under his breath.

"They knew that Indy and I had been together at some point so assumed I was still a weakness for him. Targeted me to get to him." You couldn't look any of them in the eye and instead focused on your chipped nail polish, "What, uh, what happened? Did he bring me here? I must've passed out, I don't remember..."

Archie swallowed and you knew that this was an uncomfortable situation for him to be in, "He got a hold of me through an operator. Told me briefly what had happened and told me he was bringing you here." You nodded and went to ask something else but Archie cut over you, "He was gone before any of us arrived here."

"Oh."

"Now that's enough of that," your mother said swiping at Archie and your father, "you boys go and get (y/n) something to eat and drink will you? Something filling and something sweet will do the trick." Archie went to refuse but your mother swatted him with her hand, "Go, go."

She was silent until the pair had left and the door clicked behind them, "You know I don't like the man, (y/n). You know when you were with him I was just terrified of this happening but-"

"You don't like Archie?"

She rolled her eyes, "Archie's fine. Him... Indiana."

You frowned.

"I was always so scared you'd end up getting hurt and yes, you did get hurt but even three years later, he comes to your rescue?" She sighed and dug around in her bag, pulling out a slightly crumpled up envelope with your name written on it, "He cares for you and I know that you still care for him. He left this for you. I promised Archie I wouldn't show you but..."

"Mom..." You took the letter, "I don't understand..."

She placed a hand on your cheek, "Whatever you decide, me and your dad will support you. You deserve true happiness; you don't deserve to just settle."

The door opened and you quickly tucked the letter under your pillow to welcome your dad and Arthur, "What've you two been chatting about?" Arthur said as he put a plate of food and snacks on your table.

"Oh, nothing," your mother said, giving you a secret smile, "Now, let's get you fed, hm?"

It was only hours later when your parents had left and Arthur had gone home to shower that you had the chance to read the letter. Your hands trembled with anticipation as you opened it before your eyes devoured every word.

Dear (y/n),

You're right, I am three years too late and this letter is definitely three years too late but... something you said yesterday made me think maybe I'm not too late. Maybe I've came back just in time.

I don't even know if you'll read this letter but on the off chance that you do, I wanted you to know how stupid I was to leave. I thought I was doing the right thing - the good thing - I thought I was keeping you safe but look at that... Three years later and nearly got you killed anyway.

My point is that seeing you again, being with you, seeing the life that you're about to have and realising that's the life I lost with you, it put things into perspective for me. I want to be with you. I know I'm not an easy man to love but you did a damn good job and I miss you. I'm sorry for screwing everything up and I wouldn't blame you if you hated me but what you said last night... please tell me I'm not too late. Please let me have another chance. I don't deserve one but god, (y/n), you're the only woman I've ever loved and I don't want to lose you again.

You can have your safe, simple life with him or you can come be happy with me and I promise you, sweetheart, I'll give you the world.

I leave to go on a trip to Egypt on Thursday. If I haven't seen you or heard from you by then, I'll know your answer and I'll never contact you again.

Eternally yours,

Indiana Jones

Tears dripped onto the paper as you read his letter over and over soaking in every word and then Archie walked back into the room carrying a bag of clothes and his face fell, "She gave you the letter..."

"I'm so sorry, Arch."

The next hour was spent with you both having the devastating conversation about it all. He was actually very understanding. He didn't blame you, didn't get angry. He was sad and he did ask you one time if you were absolutely sure and when you said you were sure, he didn't push anymore. He let you go. The pair of you spoke through logistics of it all. He would keep your shared flat, it had been his first after all. He would pack all of your things for them and leave them at your parents home as you were still injured so it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

"When you tell your parents what happened-"

Archie laughed, "It's fine, I'll tell them that with your injuries you developed amnesia and you can't remember me at all so it was the kindest thing for me to do." You laughed with him, hands still intertwined.

"I really am sorry, Arch. I thought I was over him for good and I saw him and... it's not fair to be with you if I still have feelings for him."

Archie sighed, "I understand, it's alright. I forgive you, (y/n)." That hurt most of all. A part of you had wanted him to hate you but having him understand hurt the most. You were glad you were on amicable terms but it sucked either way.

You didn't sleep that night. You tossed and turned, mind abuzz with everything that had happened and when 6am came and the nurse walked into your room, the first thing you asked was, "Can I be discharged now?" The nurse, an older woman with beady eyes and a raised eyebrow, told you that you'd need the doctor to examine you one last time before you could go.

It took around an hour for the doctor to come and see you and you were so impatient. He gave you a pill bottle full of antibiotics and another full of pain meds and then, with a final check, you were sent on your way.

You didn't need crutches, you just had to walk a bit slower but you were fine, it wasn't the worst sprain in the world. Archie had brought you a bag of clothes so you changed into something comfortable and he'd even brought your purse so you had cash for a taxi cab to get you to Indy's.

You knew the route to his like the back of your hand. It had been your home once upon a time. Rubbing your sweaty palms against your trousers, you tried your hardest to control your racing heart and quickened breath in the back of the cab. You were terrified to start again but you wanted this to work, you believed this would work. It had been three years - three years of growth, three years of learning; three years of bettering yourselves. You would've been on your way to Barbados with your husband had fate not intervened and now here you were, on your way to your ex-boyfriend's house to potentially rekindle things. Scared wasn't the word.

When the taxi pulled up outside the apartment complex, you felt sick. A part of you felt like just telling the driver to take you back to the hospital but you knew that was the fear talking. You paid your debt and began your climb to Indy's apartment.

With every step, your mind whirred and spun. What if he didn't want this anymore? What if he didn't feel the same? What if he changed his mind? What if-

You stopped.

You were stood in front of the familiar brown door with Jones on a small metal plate by the knocker. Slowly, you took a long breath and exhaled before lifting your hand and knocking on the door, "It's now or never."

It was a moment later when the door swung open and there stood Indiana, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. You could hear the shower still running in the back, "Oh-"

"(y/n)?"

"I-I got your letter," you squeaked, cheeks heating up from trying to avoid staring at his wet, toned torso, "I... It's not too late."

Indy grabbed your bag from your hand and ushered you into his apartment. It was exactly the same as you remembered, a little more clutter but - you breathed in deeply - it smelled the same; coffee and parchment. You turned to him, breathless in his hallway, but you didn't have the chance to speak before he was kissing you hard on the mouth, bag discarded to the side. You melded into the shape of his lips. God, you missed him. Your hands snaked around him, gripping onto his muscles for dear life as he pushed you up against the wall.

All too soon, he was pulling away, "I missed you," he panted, forehead pressed to yours, "I fucking- Thank you for coming back... I-I... I won't fuck up again, (y/n). I'm in this one hundred percent, I'm yours."

You kissed him again but it didn't last long before he was tugging you away, "Where are we going?"

"I was in the middle of a shower... Care to join me?"

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