#I know Ben and Wes weren’t part of that game but still

[ilovegarbage]

I said come on Wesley, Rachel said come on Ben, and we made that goal happen

[lordprettyflackotara]

dollhouse || jeff the killer || part two

SMUT DNI 18+

“You’re fucking insufferable!

“I’m insufferable? Which one of us fucked up the mission?”

“Obviously you!”

You audibly scoffed. The mission had gone perfectly, minus one tiny little flaw. Neither of you anticipated your getaway car being broken into and stolen. It resulted in a very awkward game of hide and seek, where you both were forced to hide behind a dumpster until someone came to get you. (Ben found the situation hilarious).

Unfortunately for both of you, EJ was the one who was ordered to pick you up. The proxies were used to your and Jeff’s bickering, the three often intervening and picking sides. EJ on the other hand was more reserved, always silently observing and thinking. The final piece to the tragic puzzle, were the three days spent tracking down said car to cover your tracks. In recent years Slender had become more insistent on being careful, making sure no traces of creeps were left behind. With EJ’s sense of smell it wasn’t hard to find the thief, just time consuming.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy torching the car and watching it be engulfed into flames. What you didn’t enjoy, was quite literally everything else. Including the long car ride back to the mansion, which included both you and Jeff sharing the backseat. Originally you both had fought over the passenger seat, EJ quick to manhandle the both of you into the backseat by force. Now you were forced in a confided space with your arch nemesis, one who had came in you days prior.

“I’m not the one who decided to finger paint blood on the wall. Maybe if we had saved the arts and crafts bullshit we’d still have a fucking car,” You argued. You were both still covered in dry blood, exhausted, and filthy. Every ounce of energy you had left was dedicated to spiting at each other. “EJ are you hearing this shit? The whole go to sleep thing is kinda my thing. Not my fault you weren’t clever enough to come up with a signature,” Jeff debated. EJ sighed, ignoring the both of you as he continued driving down the dimly lit road.

“Yeah I can tell your signature was made when you were fourteen. It screams edgy preteen,” You spat, crossing your arms. You looked out of the window, sick of seeing Jeff’s face. You hated how he made you feel. So angry. So vulnerable. It was like he could see right through you, both of you apart of the same parting glass. “I’m not the one who got horny mid mission,” Jeff grumbled. You shot daggers at him with your firey gaze as you turned your head. “What the fuck did you just say?” You asked. Jeff matched your energy, both of you meeting halfway. “I think you heard me loud and clear doll face,” He snickered.

“I will throw you out of this moving car Jeffrey,” You growled. Jeff came closer, your faces an inch apart. “Yeah? I’d like to see you try-” He began, both of you flying forward against the seats in front of you. EJ had slammed on the brakes, the car coming to a sudden stop in the middle of the road. “Will you two shut the fuck up? You are driving me nuts! Either fuck, get married, or kill each other. Pick one. Or you know what? Fuck it. Maybe do all three. In that order. Just shut the fuck up!” EJ yelled. Jack was never the violent or expressive type, not in your experience. You’d never heard him mumble more than four sentences before.

You picked yourself up off of the floorboard, trying to look proper as you resumed your position in your seat. Jeff did the same, watching as EJ slowly turned back around. He shook his head, slowly pressing his foot on the gas. “We did fuck, just to be clear,” Jeff clarified. You screeched in horror. “Jeff?! What the fuck?” You said, slapping his arm. Jeff rolled his eyes. “Cmon dude it’s fucking EJ. If anyone understands the primal fucking thing it’s him,” He said, pointing at the demon in question. Jack slammed on the brakes once again, your head hitting the seat in front of you this time.

“I’m getting out of the car. Get your energy out by fucking or killing each other, I don’t care which. Just let me know when you’re done,” EJ grumbled, undoing his seatbelt. You reached over the seat and grabbed his arm. You wanted nothing more than to go home and shower. And if you had to shut Jeff up to do it, you would. “We’ll figure it out and leave you out of it. Okay? Please take us home,” You say softly. Out of all of the mansions residents, Jack probably bothered you the least. Most of the time he kept himself wrapped up in his medical lab. You only really saw him when one of the proxies needing stitching up, EJ taking pride in the one thing he considered himself to be good at.

Jack sighed, not saying anything but beginning to drive the car again. “Look at you getting all soft on EJ. You gonna beg him to fuck you too?” Jeff huffed, jealousy radiating off of his skin. You turned to him, climbing over him and straddling his lap. Your hand flew to his throat, squeezing the sides like your life depended on it. “If you keep yapping we are never going to get home. Shut up,” You snarled. You could feel Jeff’s cock grow hard underneath you, your eyebrows raising. “Say please and i’ll shut up,” Jeff said, his voice husky. You couldn’t decide if it was because of his lust or lack of an airway.

You most certainly did not want to say please to Jeff of all people, but you did want to get home. More than anything. You slowly lowered your hips, grinding against Jeff’s aching boner. “Please,” You say softly, meeting his obsidian eyes. The pale killer quickly flipped you over, planting his lips on yours. You could hardly process your back hitting the backseat, the air being knocked out of your lungs. You struggled to keep up with his frantic kisses, as if he just couldn’t get enough of you. His pale hands slipped under your shirt, squeezing your mounds of needy flesh.

You let out a small groan, Jeff’s obsidian eyes temporarily torn away from you. “EJ if I catch you looking back here i’ll scoop out your eyes,” Jeff threatened. There was a brief silence in the car, before Jack turned on his blinker to turn. “I don’t have eyes Jeff,” He replied blandly. Jeff squeezed at your breast harder, the pain making you squirm. “Yeah yeah you get the point,” Jeff barked. He smashed his lips back onto yours, your fingers desperately fiddling with his jeans. “That desperate huh doll?” He snickered. You rolled your eyes, Jeff forcing a groan from your lips as his finger toyed with your nipple.

“Thats it, such pretty noises. Let it all out,” He mocked. He helped you shove off his jeans, his hand grasping his hard cock. Jeff buried his head in your neck, sucking and lapping at your sensitive skin. The two of you were whimpering messes, completely forgetting Jack was even there. “Don’t leave marks you asshole,” You whined, your hips rolling upwards. Jeff grinned devilishly as he released your neck with a pop. “Little too late. Good luck explaining that,” He argued. You ran your thumb over his slit, the pale killer above letting out a groan. You grabbed him by his hoodie, changing the position.

Jeff sat upwards in the backseat, watching as you scrubbed your blood soaked scrubs off. You straddled Jeff, melting into the kiss as his large hands grabbed your ass. You hated how good he made you feel. His wet you got from his touch and degrading words. How divine it felt that your slick was rubbing up and down his hard cock, and all you could want was more. He slapped your ass harshly, your whine quickly swallowed by his eager lips. You hovered over his cock, before slowly sinking down onto it. You let out a string of curses, a cocky smirk dancing across Jeff’s lips.

“Go on, let EJ know how good I made you feel,” Jeff purred. Your right hand flew to his neck, choking the sides as you sank down lower onto his cock. “Shut the fuck up Jeffrey,” You argued weakly. Your walls spasmed as you struggled to accommodate his size, your drenched cunt pulling him in. Jeff’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as you choked him, the pale killer in more pleasure than he’d let on. “Look at Jeff EJ, look at how much of a pathetic fucktoy he is for me,” You huffed. You sank fully into his cock, the two of you breathing heavily as you finally made eye contact. Jeff’s hand brought itself to your throat, the two of you choking the other.

“Get on with it or i’ll bend you over and give Jacky a real show,” Jeff threatened weakly. You rose your hips, before rolling them back down on his cock. You both let out a unison of groans, your body beginning to ride his shaft faster. You released his throat, grabbing handfuls of his hoodie to maintain balance. “F-fuck Jeff,” You whined. His cock was abusing your g spot perfectly, your body on cloud nine. Jeff released your throat, bringing his large hand to your cheek. “Thats it doll, keep making that stupid fucked out face of yours,” He huffed. His other hand strayed from your ass, slithering to your clit. He began to draw slow circles, your brain turning to mush.

“Fucking hell- please go faster,” You pleaded. Jeff brought his forehead to yours, the two of you moaning in unison as you shamelessly rode his cock. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping his hoodie so hard. It was then the killer began fucking up into you, your moans becoming louder and unhinged. “Jeff! Shit!” You moaned. Jeff stroked your cheek with his thumb, the loving action almost making you furrow your eyebrows in questioning. But he seemed content and you couldn’t deny your enjoyment. “I hate you Jeffrey Woods,” You hissed, hating the way your body was reacting to his.

“I hate you more dollface,” He seethed, both of his hands grabbing your waist. Jeff gripped your waist so tightly you knew you’d have bruises in the morning. “I hate the air you breathe,” You argued. Jeff’s thrust into you, knocking your next insult out of your lungs. “Yeah? I hate how good you feel wrapped around my cock,” Jeff panted. You could feel the cord in your stomach tightening, your thighs beginning to shake. You brought your fingers down to your clit, circling the sensitive bud as Jeff rammed into you. “I hate you,” You moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure.

Jeff grabbed your throat, forcing you to look at him as you both reached your highs. “I hate you too, slut,” He spat. His words sent you over the edge, your walls spasming around his cock as you came. “Jesus fuck, it’s like you’re milking me,” He groaned, cumming deep inside of your cunt. You both panted in unison, trying to come down from your highs. Exhausted, you rested your head against Jeff’s shoulder.

Jacks voice was the next thing you heard as you came down, “You two need fucking therapy.”

[mysunshinetemptress]

part 2 of you promised? some serious grovelling from leah, she gets told off by all of her teammates (arsenal and england), basically more angst but leah is trying to make up for it, up to you whether they end up together or not

Mine

You promised part 2

Leah Williamson x reader

Leah had been lost from the minute you walked out the door. It had been a week since the break down of your relationship and you hadn’t returned home, Leah found herself sleeping on the couch waiting for your return hoping you would walk through the door and you could both sort it all out.

Two days later Leah found herself sitting at the gate in Luton airport with her mum who still wasn’t talking to her hoping you where going to show, only you never did and instead sent Leah’s best friend Alex Scott in your place “what’s going on Lee.” Leah felt her chin wobble as tears pricked her eyes “not that I don’t love you Al but where is she.” Alex looked at Leah confused “all I know is she came to my door yesterday handed me a plane ticket with my name on it and told me you where going to need me so I’ll ask again what’s going on.” Leah sighed looking to her mum who looked at her eyes filled with sorrow “I messed up.” Alex looked at Leah eyebrows knitting together “what do you mean.” Leah shook her head trying to stop herself from crying “I made a promise to go to her final match of the season for our home team in Newport Pagnell and I didn’t go I went to the Arsenal on instead Al, it was their game winning match she captained them to the biggest win in years and I stood on the sidelines of Meadow Park crying over Rafa leaving…I…..” Leah couldn’t help it anymore as she cried feeling all the guilt weighing on her heart again “that’s not even the worst part.” Leah shook her head at her mums words “I…oh…god I was mean.” For the first time in days Amanda grabbed Leah in to a hug. “I’m so sorry mum I’m so sorry.” Alex lay her hand on Leah’s lower back giving it a squeeze trying to comfort her friend as concern etched her features “I know Bubba trust me I do but I’m not the one you should be apologising to.” Leah sniffed turning back to Alex “I was so mean to her, I oh god Al I told her she wasn’t important that her match wasn’t important enough for me to go to that I get bored watching her.” Alex looked at Leah horrified “Le I love you you’re my best friend but what the fuck, you know better then anyone Y/ns fears of never being good enough.” Leah sobbed harder “I don’t know what to do I’m so lost she won’t answer my calls or texts she hasn’t come home I hoped she would come to this and we could talk oh I’m so stupid.”

Holly,Ben and Kiera followed the three women out a few days later and for the first time in their lives Leah and Holly weren’t talking. Two days into the trip with everyone there Amanda handed Holly her phone ushering her out of the room. Holly returned shortly after siting beside Leah before turning to her “ you fucked up big time and I’m still mad at you but for this holiday at least I’ll pretend like it’s the good old days ok.” Leah looked at Holly confused “ok.”

The trip to Ibiza had been the break Leah needed but she found herself longing for you every waking minute, she understood that she had messed up and promised to do whatever it takes to remind you how much she loved you if it took her the rest of her life.

You on the other hand had stayed with your parents for a few days before leaving to Tegan’s ignoring your phones constant buzzing. It was either Leah, her family or her teammates and although you desperately wanted to reply you kept reminding yourself they where her family and friends not yours. Of course none of them understood that which is why they had been blowing up your phone the past few weeks and at this stage Lia had grown even more concerned after going to your house only to find you weren’t there and hadn’t been in weeks that led to the first time Leah had to tell her friends.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE BROKEN UP.” Lia shouted, it was the last team bonding before everyone split for the World Cup, Leah hadn’t expected to be interrogated the minute she arrived “ehm well you see.” Katie turned shaking her head “you have to be taking the piss yeah, I mean seriously Leah what the hell happened that the girl who looks at you like you hung the moon.” Leah couldn’t help the tears falling “I made a promise and I didn’t keep it and when she called me up on it I was mean to her, calling out her insecurities and making her feel small, all because I was annoyed at myself for not going, for not supporting her." The arsenal girls stood frozen listening to their captain "Leah when was this" Leah sniffed trying to clear her head "The 27th our last match Rafas last match, Y/ns most important match oh god guys I really fucked up" Beth shook her head "mate you have to be more specific." Leah sighed before beginning to tell her team mates about the day that plagued her mind every moment.

The Arsenal girls all looked at Leah shocked as Lia stood looking at her best friend in disbelief "I can't believe you." Leah looked at her best friend heart clenching "Lia please i.." Lia shook her head "No Leah I can barley look at you how could you break her heart like that." Leah looked around at the disappointed group of girls before looking at the floor "Leah, that's the only match she has ever asked you to attend." Leah looked at Lia confused "no its not" Lia could feel herself get more annoyed at her friend "yes it is Leah, that girl felt so nauseous at the thought of asking you to a match played in a field she called me crying, and when I made it to your house I found her hovering over the toilet, she thought it was so beneath you for you to attend it took me an hour to convince her." Leah looked at Wally shocked "And when you agreed nothing could wipe the smile off her face she talked about it for days telling everyone." Lia shook her head getting upset on your behalf "I can't I'm sorry I can't even talk to you anymore." Lia sighed walking out the door as Leah looked at the rest of her teammates "I'm Sorry" her teammates just looked at her shocked before Beth spoke "we aren't the ones you need to apologise to Le, that girl is your biggest supporter and the only time she asked for you to be hers you let her down, Arsenals have won trophies and taken part in some amazing matches, seen teammates come and go but clubs like hers where they haven't won in a decade and they have their half time debrief on the side of the pitch, days like the 27th mean everything to them its their Wembley and Emirates and they want the most important people there and you couldn't even do that."

The Arsenal girls had made sure Leah knew where they stood, and although you wouldn't respond to their texts they made sure to let you know that too. The Arsenal girls adored you but the Lionesses where a totally different ball game. You had made the promise to the team that you would fly out to watch them partake in the World Cup the girls clamming you where like a good-luck charm, you tried to dismiss the statement but ultimately it had stuck.

Leah sat beside her mum nervously on the plane waiting to begin their long journey to the other side of the world when she turned at the sound of her mum gasping turning in her seat to get a better look at what her mum had just witnessed only to be met with your eyes staring at her "Y/N" you smiled sheepishly "Hi" Leah went to stand before feeling Amanda grab her arm as you moved to sit the far side. Amanda turned pulling you into a hug "oh my darling I've missed you, I cut believe your coming." You smiled at the older woman "I swore to Jacob that id be there and I also promised the girls id be in the stand for every match so, of course I'm here." Leah couldn't help but feel the guilt bubble in her stomach at your words, you had promised her brother and squad you would spend thousands of pounds to fly across the world to watch them play and visit. Leah could only imagine what would have happened if she had made the squad but you had answered her question, you would have seen the money to come watch her play in the World Cup, like a good supportive girlfriend and she couldn't even get herself to drive up the road to your match.

Australia was a different planet, you still refused to speak to her let alone look at her but Leah was happy that you hadn't let it get in the way of your relationship with her mum and brother both so excited you had made the trip.

Leah felt sick when Sarina asked if you both wanted to come say hi to the girls and for Leah to give them some words of encouragement. You declined the offer and so here was Leah stood on a pitch on the Gold Coast (I know very little about Australia but I think this was close to where they trained) staring at her squad "Alright girls." Alessia and Ella looked around confused "oy Skipper where's the missus." Leah stiffened "eh she won't be here today I'm afraid its just me." Leah couldn't help but notice the way everyones head moved slightly to look at her hands before she looked at them confused clearing her throat "We eh, hum we broke up actually." Lucy turned looking at Kiera who couldn’t stop looking at the floor before looking back at Leah “please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did cause I swear to god Leah I’ll break your legs.” Leah looked at Lucy confused “what are you on about.” Lucy shook her head “did you cheat on Y/n.” All of the squad let out gasps as Leah’s eyes widened in shock “what the fuck Lucy no never, I ehm.” Leah began explaining how she had fucked up your relationship while the squad found themselves getting more upset at their skipper “so she’s not here then.” Alessia let out sadly Leah shook her head “she is flew over with my mum and I, she made a promise to be here for you guys and that’s what she’s done same for Jacob, she’ll be at every game and so will I.” The girls nodded before Mary spoke “you better fix this though Cap, that girl is the best thing to ever happen to you besides football.” Leah shook her head “no she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me full stop Mary, I know that now and trust me I’ll spend the rest of my life telling her that if it means she’ll give me another chance.” Lucy walked over grabbing Leah’s shoulder “you fuck this up again and I’ll kill you you understand.” Leah nodded before thanking the girls and leaving back to the hotel.

The first few matchs Amanda stood in between the pair of you until the first match of the round of 16, Amanda left to go to the toilet when Leah turned to look at you already catching you staring before she spoke “I never thanked you for coming.” You shook your head “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, but I have to say it’s odd not seeing you out there and instead here answering all of our questions like a pundit.” Leah laughed feeling the tension slip away “I’m.” You shook your head as Leah began to speak “I’m not ready for that yet, but I’m tired of is acting like strangers so while we are here for the rest of the tournament can we please go back to being friends.” Leah smiled her heart hammering “I’d love nothing more.” The rest of the game Amanda stood watching you both interact like best friends her heart filling with hope that maybe her family would come back together.

The final had arrived and Leah had been pacing the hotel floor for about an hour nerves and anxiety hammering her system that was until she felt a hand slip into her own finger interlocking and a head resting on her chest as she stood frozen “your alright Le, I’m not going anywhere.” Leah looked down at you before closing her eyes feeling herself relax before she began to imagine you both back in your relationship “ I’m not even playing and my nerves are shot.” You smiled hearing her heart beats fast rhythm “they are still your team injury or otherwise and this is still a very big game for your best friends your nervous for them to achieve their dream to show the world how powerful they are but your anxious about missing out on this opportunity and not living in the moment for them so do me a favour and forget about it and and just focus on us right here right now.” Leah stood frozen looking at you bewildered “how do you always know what’s going on in my head and how to fix it.” You smiled up at her “I’ve known you since before you where Leah Williamson Arsenal Academy player let alone England Captain I’ve loved you just as long it’s my job.” Leah closed her eyes once more relaxing into you getting lost in the imagination of you both reunited as lovers “thank you.” You nodded into her chest squeezing her hand “always Le.”

The girls lost and to say everyone was devastated but you couldn’t help but hold Leah as she cried into chest heartbroken for her team, for England. “I’m a bit biased but maybe they are just waiting on you aye.” Leah chuckled slightly pulling away from you clearing her eyes before shaking her head “I think you might be yeah.” You grabbed her hand intertwining them together “come on let’s go see the girls.”

Leah had hoped after you returned to England you might stay the same friends that is and to her hopes you did acting like the friends she once remembers you being before the late night kisses and lazy days spent cuddling.

Leah’s ACL journey had been progressing well and you had been texting her frequently sending words of encouragement as well as liking and reposting her milestone videos as you returned to training with Tegan and the girls preparing to move up in the league.

It had happened all at once and Leah felt as though she had been hit by a bus at the image of you sat with a girl she had never met arm wrapped around your waist and you leaned into her laughing. You where hers.. shit key word where, you had the freedom to date whoever you wanted but that didn’t stop Leah appearing on your doorstep at three in the morning covered in water from the heavy rain banging on your door. You trudged down the stairs swinging open the door before running your eyes in shock at a shivering Leah “I’m sorry I am so so so sorry Y/n.” Ignoring her babbling you pulled Leah into your house scolding her “are you crazy Le you could catch pneumonia in that weather.” Leah didn’t respond instead she continued to apologise as you looked at her confuse before pulling her into your arms before Leah cracked sobbing apologise into you chest “I’m so sorry Y/n oh my girl I’m so sorry please forgive me I can’t do this anymore my love please.” You looked at her confused before realising her words, sighing you squeezed her arm “come on Le let’s get you dried up and changed yeah.” Leah didn’t say anything just following your every move wrapping her arms around you.

You turned on the shower leaving to get towels before coming back “I’ll be just down stairs ok.” Leah grabbed her arm “please don’t leave please stay.” You nodded pointing to your bed “I’ll be just here ok.”

Leah came out a short time later finding you on the bed scrolling through your phone “I’m sorry .” You shook your head “it’s ok Le like I told you Always yeah.” Leah nodded siting beside you turning to look at you when you bumped her shoulder “I’m ready.” Leah looked at you confused “what.” You sighed “I’m ready now for your explanation for your apology all of it.” Leah sighed nodding “my words will never be enough to tell let alone show you how sorry I am.” You hummed in response “yeah but it’s a start.”

Leah sighed “I’m an idiot a selfish idiot who did something so stupid in front of her girlfriend who simply just wanted her efforts recuperated, who wanted to be shown she was loved and valued as much as she loves and values her partner.” You looked at the floor as Leah talked “y/n I have spent more of my life loving you than I have anything or anyone else, you have loved me just as much, you have celebrated me at my best and looked after me at my worst and supported me through it all.” Leah sighed grabbing you hand “and I’m so incredibly sorry for how I treated you in May. You didn’t deserve any of that, I messed up my priorities but I can promise you now I’ll never do anything like that again just please one more chance.” You sighed squeezing your hand “your right, I have loved you since before you signed the under 8s, I have loved you through it all and i will continue to do so but that girl who shouted at me in her parent’s kitchen who promised me an appearance at my final match day and then never showed is not the girl I fell in love with and I’m sorry Leah but until she returns I’m not giving you my head t just for you to break it again.” Leah sniffed “I can do that I can be the Leah you deserve.” You smiled kissing her cheek “come on let’s get to bed.” That night Leah slept on your chest taking in every breath you took.

Two months down the line and Leah was stood on the side of a field pitch screaming at you to push up and cheering when you did decked out in your New Jersey that she had specifically asked for. Leah had attended every match complete unprovoked and you could be more happier, the after match rituals often being either you or her ending up in one of your apartments watching I’m a celebrity.

But today everything changed Newport Pagnell where playing Notts County. Leah was stood next to her family and your parents cheering for your squad until you went down in the 75yh minute. You had been marked by to players who’s favourite line to use was no mercy and that came to light as one of them stook their foot between your legs knocking you forward as the other kicked right at your head clocking you head on. You dropped like a sack of potatoes as the entire Williamson/y/l/n support squad gasped before falling silent. Leah twitched wanting to run onto the pitch and pull you close but she could to shocked to move as Tegan appeared turning you over before shouting for an Ambulance. Leah didn’t care after that running on to the pitch to your side studding your bloody face. “Oh Y/n shit darling please wake up.” Leah knew how dangerous concussions where but she had never seen a head trauma like this “Tegan, where are the medics.” Tegan looked at Leah confused “it’s a Sunday league our manager is the medic with that stupid bag she needs an ambulance.” Leah nodded grabbing your hand staring at you “please darling I need you to wake up.”

A little while later the ambulance arrived assessing the situation before putting your unconscious body onto a back board and onto the stretcher Leah ran after you only to be stopped by the paramedics “sorry who are you to the patient.” Leah turned looking to your parents “her girlfriend im her girlfriend please.” The paramedics nodded pointing at the seat for Leah to sit in before closing the doors and taking off to the hospital.

You don’t remember closing your eyes or how you ended up in an unfamiliar place but you didn’t care all you wanted was Leah as you looked around the room desperately “hey hunny it’s ok relax your ok.” You looked at your mum shaking your head “Leah where is she I need her mum please.” Your mum nodded “ok ok I’ll call her she just went to get a drink ok hold on.”

Leah ran up the stairs before bursting through your room doors “I’m here I’m here.” Leah looked around the room panicking before spotting you wide awake “oh my love, I oh my god.” You stretched out your hand begging her to take it before pulling her towards your “you gave me such a fright Y/n I thought I’d lost you god please don’t do anything like that again.” You smiled up at the older girl hand playing with the hairs behind her neck “your here.” Leah nodded “I wasn’t leaving you no way not this time.” You smiled eyes beginning to fill with tears “I love you.” Leah nodded “I love you.” You shook your head at her words “no le I love you, I’m in love with you, I want you.” Leah looked at you shocked before feeling her self begin to smile “I’m getting a deja vu moment here.” You laugh “oh shush.” Leah laughed pulling your face closer “mine.” She whispered gently.” You sighed “only if you promise to look after my heart this time.” Leah nearly hit your head with how fast she nodded “I vow to you my one and only I will love you till the earth stops spinning and I will never treat you like that again it’s stupid I had to learn from a mistake in our relationship but I know now at you are my beginning and end my everything not that silly little game.” You laughed “hey I love that silly little game.” Leah smiled “more than me.” You shrugged “depends can you still kiss me as well as you used to.” Leah laughed “kiss me and find out.” Before pulling you into a passionate kiss “I love you till the earth stops spinning yeah.” You smiled “I love you to the stars coming calling Le.”

[zepskies]

Lost on You - Part 7

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Supe!Reader

Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. You’re finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. He’ll never admit that he’s trying his damndest to figure you out. You’ll never admit that he’s actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding who’s the predator, and who is prey.

AN: Consequences of the game.

Word Count: 5.2K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! More smut, show level debauchery, implied threesome, drug use, some light, some dark, violence and angst. (We're diving into some canon S3 content.)

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Part 7: Welcome to the Jungle

“Yes, well, Countess and I decided to end our relationship shortly after we wrapped on Red Thunder,” Ben explained to Jason Carver.

A little damage control could go a long way, coming from Soldier Boy himself. Vought News was one of the most convenient outlets for it.

“I know there’s been a lot of talk, but it was a mutual decision,” Ben said. “We still have a lot of love for each other. It just wasn’t working out.”

“Well, it sounds like it ended on good terms then,” said Jason.

“Yeah, so anyone who wants to run their mouth about it can come straight to me,” Ben said, with a stern set to his brows as he looked into the camera.

Jason uttered a slightly nervous laugh. “Well, I don’t think there’s anyone that brave.”

Ben shot him a smile. “Let’s hope not.”

“But are the rumors true? There seem to be some sparks between you and Sirena.”

Ben relaxed his posture a little, all while calm and controlled in his seat.

“She’s a special woman,” he admitted, with an incline of his head. “I can’t deny, we have…a connection.”

“Wow. You two have really hit it off since she joined the team,” Jason observed.

“Well, you know how it is, Jason,” Ben said. He glanced over and found you in the dark, standing next to a PA. You smiled.

“I’ve always been a man who knows what he wants,” he said.

“Shit,” Ben gritted out, his eyes rolling shut.

His gloved hand was fisted in your hair as you showed your gratefulness—on your knees, sucking him off from base to tip. He had to brace himself against the wall of one the makeup trailer. You two hadn’t even left the studio of Vought News when you took his hand and led him in here with a sensuous smile and an unspoken promise. 

“You sure do have a talented fucking mouth,” he said with a smirk.

You hummed around his cock in response while your lips and tongue continued to work him over. The sensation nearly made his eyes cross. His blunt fingers bit into the wall, creating divots there and stirring up paint and plaster dust.

But if he could still talk, you weren’t satisfied. You squeezed his ass through his uniform pants, pulling him even closer. His hips rocked forward, forcing you to take him deeper until his cock hit the back of your throat.

You gagged for a moment, but you took a breath through your nose to steady yourself, blinking through the sting of involuntary tears in your eyes. Then you slid your lips back down him again. This time you relaxed the back of your throat and managed to take him fully without gagging as much.

His grip was getting tighter in your hair as muttered curses fell from his lips. You winced, but you kept going. You could feel him getting close; his thighs locked with strain, and his cock throbbed a warning in your mouth.

A cross between a grunt and a shout escaped him along with his release. You swallowed up as much of his spend as you could, but it still dribbled from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. You eventually released him with a soft pop, panting heavily.

He had to catch his breath as well while he leaned against the wall. His fingers untightened from your hair, petting your head instead.

“Good girl. Jesus,” he said shallowly.

You smiled and helped yourself off the floor. You grabbed a hand towel from one of the makeup artist stations and wiped your face and neck, ruined lipstick and all. Ben was trying to play off his recovery when you turned back to him.

His gaze on you was satisfied, and yet, still simmering with heat. He grabbed your arm and guided you against the wall. He caged you there with his hands molded to the curve of your waist. His touch was warm even through your leather suit.

“Countess may have some fireballs for me in my future,” you remarked.

Ben snorted dismissively. “Don’t worry about her.”

You weren’t so sure. She probably hadn’t done anything publicly to you yet because she was afraid of Ben. At this point, having him in your corner was protection—both for your career and for yourself.

You tipped your face up at him with a more playful smile.

“You really think I’m special?” you teased.

Ben chuckled through his nose. “You’re fucking something, all right.”

His tone was laced with amusement, but you saw the edge of it in his eyes, and you felt it with your abilities. You sensed the sincerity in him, tinged with…fondness, maybe? Even for you, it was hard to parse out.

It was definitely something beyond lust. Was he even capable of something more?

And is that what you want?

He gave you one last kiss, distracting you from that troubling thought. His lips moved slowly against yours for a change. It was affectionate, as he cupped your cheek. 

“Come see me tonight,” he said when he finally pulled away. He gave you a slap on the ass to punctuate his request. Your hand wrapped around his forearm before he could turn away.

“How about a change of scenery? You could come to my place,” you suggested. He didn’t look enthused.

“Come on, I’ll even cook for you,” you added.

Ben raised a brow. “You cook?”

“Well, I’m no Martha Stewart, but I can whip up something good.”

Your smile was a tease as you slipped by him. You stopped in front of the mirror to fix your hair and lipstick. You briefly met Ben’s gaze in the mirror’s reflection. His brow was quirked. Was he waiting for you or something?

“What? I can’t go out looking like this,” you said.

At that, Ben smirked. He came up behind you and grasped your hips where you were bent over slightly. He pressed into your ass from behind, prompting you to straighten up and lean back against his chest. You couldn’t help a smile of amusement. Did this man ever get tired of fucking?

To your surprise though, he just pressed a tantalizing kiss into your neck. His eyes once again met yours in the mirror.

“I think you’re a fucking sight,” he said, picking a bit of his spend out of your hair.

You bit your lip out of embarrassment, but you couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped you.

It made him smile.

It was another facet of your evolving plan. Now that you had Ben in hand, you needed to keep his attention. A man like him appreciated certain values, and you had a feeling a woman who could cook was one of them.

It took some trial and error and a lot of praying, but you managed to make a decent roasted chicken. Ben seemed impressed enough. He ate half of the entire bird by himself, along with two helpings of mashed potatoes with gravy, even the parmesan broccoli. But as always, you two couldn’t seem to get through dessert.

Or rather, he took the cheesecake you bought into your bed and licked the accompanying raspberry syrup off your body. By the end, you were a sticky, sated mess (as usual). The bedsheets were a disaster, but you knew what you’d been getting into when you invited this man over. You had an extra set of clean sheets waiting in your dresser.

Ben smoked a large blunt afterwards, his eyes half-lidded as he drifted towards dozing off. When you noticed his eyes closing, a small alarm went off in your mind. You leaned over and stroked his arm.

“My bed doesn’t really compare with yours, does it?” you said. Which was true. His was even more plush and soft than yours. Not to mention, his bed was a California King. Yours was a modest queen-sized.

He shrugged and blew out smoke. “‘S not so bad.”

He dabbed his blunt in the ashtray and put it out for now. He raised his arms and folded them behind his head. He groaned and settled in against your pillows. You hid your wary frown.

Shit, maybe you’d miscalculated by inviting him over. You hadn’t thought he’d actually want to stay the night. 

“Nooo, don’t fall asleep,” you playfully whined. You rolled over onto his chest and laid kisses along his jaw. “Why don’t we go take a walk or something? Go on a little adventure.”

Ben cracked an eye open at you, but he soon closed it again. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Come on, super-man. Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” you goaded.

At that, Ben’s eyes opened, and he frowned at you.

“You just stuffed me full of food like it’s Thanksgiving—”

“You’re the one who went for seconds. And thirds, mind you.”

“Gave me a fucking workout—”

“Which you started.”

“I may be the strongest man on Earth, but I still need to recharge every now and then,” he said gruffly. “Keep sassing me though. When I wake up, you might just find yourself bent over my knee.”

You tried not to smile. Sometimes his grumpiness was just too amusing. It didn’t seem like he was going to get out of your bed though.

Sighing in defeat, you got up and tugged at the ruined sheets he was resting on.

“Come on, at least let me change these.”

With an annoyed huff, Ben got up just long enough for you to remake the bed. He hunkered back down before you were done, making it harder for you to lay down the last one correctly, but you rolled your eyes and gave up, tossing the sheet half-made over his bare legs.

You went into the bathroom to clean yourself up. Hopefully by the time you came back, he’d be asleep. You’d make your way to the couch with a spare comforter and sleep there.

It might’ve seemed strange, but you had never actually slept with him in the same bed. It wasn’t personal. You’d made it a habit to always sleep alone.

So after a quick shower, brushing your teeth, and slipping on an old shirt to sleep in, you padded quietly back into your bedroom. Sure enough, Ben looked to be fast asleep. He laid on his back with an arm curled over his stomach. Like this, he looked peaceful. Even docile.

The thought made you smirk as you went to grab a spare blanket from your closet. You draped it over your arm and went to your nightstand next. You just wanted to grab the book you’d been reading from the top drawer. You did so very carefully, knowing Ben’s hearing was sharp.

Once you’d successfully retrieved the book and slowly shut the drawer, you turned to head for the door. A hand shot out and grabbed your elbow. You gasped and jolted slightly, but of course it was just Ben. His fingers wrapped around your arm. His eyes were open, barely.

“Where’re you going?” he rumbled.

“Um, just to go to the couch and read for a bit,” you lied on the fly. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

With a dismissive huff, he tugged you back and hauled you effortlessly back into the bed. You yelped in surprise. The book went tumbling off the side of the bed while the extra blanket got coiled between your legs. That strong arm curled around your waist. Possessive.

You turned your head across Ben’s shoulder and stared at his face. He shot you a smirk, then closed his eyes. His chest moved with his deeper breath, as it evened out in sleep.

You frowned. The man could be demanding, sure, but you never expected him to act this way. It did cause a flutter of something to rise in your belly. Something warm, and equally unexpected.

You sighed and allowed yourself to relax against him. You rested your eyes. Just for a little while, you told yourself. Then you’d try to extricate yourself.

Somehow, you never got around to it.

You woke in the morning to something warm and firm under your cheek. Your eyes slid open, and you were met with the bare chest of your lover. He was awake, sitting up against the headboard as he sipped at a mug of coffee. He glanced at you with a subtle smile pulling at his lips.

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” he said.

You smiled sleepily. Yawning, you turned and curled yourself into him without really thinking about it. But then it hit you, how intimate this was…and how much that conflicted you inside.

You eased away from him with a faked yawn, stretching your limbs, and gaining at least a few inches between you. Ben watched you do it with a certain glint of knowing in his eyes.

“You moan in your sleep,” he remarked idly.

You shot him a look of surprise. “I do not.”

“Yeah, you do. I fucking heard you,” he said. His lips pulled at a smirk. He set his coffee down and rolled over, trapping you underneath him. He thumbed at your chin. “Here I am thinking, ‘This dirty little girl. Didn’t get enough last night, did she?’”

You bit the inside of your lip against a smile. Your face warmed with a blush.

“Is that why you don’t want me in your bed?” he asked. “You embarrassed, sweetheart?”

At that, you frowned. “No, it’s not…”

“Because believe me, I’ve seen weirder shit,” he said. “There was one girl who sleepwalked into my fucking closet. That one was a headscratcher… Aw hell, one girl even took a shit in my bed.”

You gaped. “Seriously?”

He grimaced at the memory. “And tried to blame her Pomeranian. Think I don’t know a human shit when I see one?”

You blinked in bewilderment and disgust. “Dear Lord.”

Ben stroked your side.

“So you got nothing to worry about,” he said, a slow grin curving his lips. “Some little sex noises don’t bother me.”

You laughed a little, but then you chewed on your lower lip, looking up at him. You didn’t know what compelled you to be honest in that moment.

“It’s not that, it’s just…ever since I got my powers, I’ve felt safest sleeping alone,” you said.

Ben’s amusement faded. “Why’s that?”

“I’m not like you,” you admitted, touching his chin with your fingertip. “When I’m asleep, I’m vulnerable, just like everybody else.”

He seemed to consider what you were saying with furrowed brows. You itched to sweep his hair away from his eyes, but you kept your hands to yourself. 

“Well, you’re safe with me,” he said eventually. 

You tilt your head at him. You wondered if he really meant that, or if it was just part of the façade of “charm” he was trying to portray. Even with your skin touching his, you couldn’t quite read his heart to parse that one out.

You had to pull back on the connection before he realized that you were trying…

But then again, maybe it was you who didn’t want to know for sure.

Christmas came around sooner than you expected. This time of year was heavy on your heart, after your mom’s death.

“I’ll be back before New Year’s,” you said, leaning up to give Ben a kiss. You were in his apartment saying goodbye. His personal chef was in the kitchen cooking up something that smelled amazing, but you had to leave. You had to pick up your father in Brooklyn and drive both of you over to your brother’s house in Queens.

“What’s the winter like in Indiana?” Ben asked in curiosity.

You blinked. Fuck if you knew, but he still thought you were a smalltown girl from the boonies and the cornfields.

“Um…cold. Snowy. Same as here, basically, but the wind isn’t going to cut through your bones when you turn a corner around a skyscraper,” you said.

Ben gave a mild shrug in response. Like he was ever going to go to Indiana. 

“Well, gotta go catch my flight,” you fibbed, but you grew curious about something as you peered up at him. “What’re you doing for the holidays? Seeing family, or…”

Again, he shrugged. “Nah, I’ll be here. I don’t get into that corny festive bullshit.”

You frowned. Something told you it wasn’t just that he didn’t do Christmas. He didn’t seem to have any family, or friends outside of Vought, for that matter. If you can count any of those people friends.

Was he really just going to be here all alone until New Year’s Eve?

Perhaps for the first time, you felt a bit bad for him. You knew you couldn’t invite him over for your holiday plans, however.

So you gave him another kiss goodbye, and you left.

You returned in time for Vought’s annual New Year’s Eve bash. According to Tommy and Tessa, it was legendary. First, there was a huge banquet held for all the big wigs and the investors and the press. That was just to load up on good food and champagne.

The real party was the afterparty, made up almost exclusively by supes employed by Vought—from all across the country. Of course, Payback were the guests of honor, with Soldier Boy leading the pack on free booze and lines of drugs smoked or snorted across most available surfaces.

You felt overwhelmed by all of it at first. In fact, you almost left the party. But then you saw a very drunk Countess in a little red cocktail dress, offering Ben to take a shot of tequila out of her mouth. It stirred irritation in your gut.

You grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol, went over to them, and subtly touched Countess’s bare shoulder.

Give that shot to Tommy, you compelled her.

With that small trill of your power, Countess stood straighter and beelined straight for Tommy. She grabbed him by the back of his head and surprised him with a deep tequila kiss.

Gross.

You grimaced at the sight, but when you looked back at Ben, he was smirking in amusement. He slid an arm around your waist and spoke closely in your ear.

“Let’s have some fun.”

The next morning, you sat up in bed with a groan. Your head pounded with a horrible hangover of at least three different substances. You wiped the remnants of powder from your itchy nose. And you were naked.

You drew the sheets to cover up to your breasts, which accidentally pulled the covers off another warm body beside you—a mystery woman. Someone you vaguely recognized as another supe from the party. She woke with a wince.

“Ooh, fuck, where’s the bathroom?” she asked. You were bleary-eyed, but you managed to point over to the left. She nodded and slowly got out of bed.

You wiped at your face and realized that Ben was there as well. It was his bed, after all.

He was slowly waking up too, looking more than a little fucked up himself. You groaned and slid under his arm, resting your head against his chest. Mistakes had been made, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit.

Way to ring in 1984.

There was a reason you didn’t like group training sessions. You watched with a grimace from your corner of the matt, along with the TNT Twins. For sure, they did not want to be next in the ring with Ben. His idea of training wasn’t very…constructive.

“Lighten up, Gunpowder. I’m just playing around,” Ben said, as Countess helped the younger man off the floor in concern. His eye was already swelling up, along with his bloody lip. He was too exhausted to even get off the mat. You’d tried stopping Ben fifteen minutes ago, but he hadn’t budged.

He now rolled his eyes and walked away from Gunpowder, waving a dismissive hand. “You fucking pussy.”

Your brows furrowed with your frown. You were cautious as you approached him again and lightly touched his arm.

“Was that really necessary?” you asked. “Ben, he’s only eighteen.”

He shot you a stern look.

“Don’t fucking start with me.”

He was definitely tougher on the men than he was on you or Countess, but still, it wasn’t easy to watch. This was the side of him you didn’t often see when you were alone with him. With you, he was still crass and arrogant, but sometimes, his harder edges softened the slightest bit.

In front of the team, he was Soldier Boy. He could be callous, and even cruel. It reminded you of every mission you went on together; every brutal, fatal move against the “bad guys,” and every innocent life that got caught in the crossfire.

The double doors to the gym opened, and in came Black Noir. You grew concerned, as you sensed anger coming off of him in waves.

“You’re late,” Ben said, crossing his arms. “We started at 3.”

“I really wanted that movie,” said Noir.

“The hell are you talking about?”

“I just got off the phone with my manager,” Noir continued. “It’s a no-go on Beverly Hills Cop.”

“Oh, that,” Ben said, with a roll of his eyes. Your own widened a fraction.

Noir stepped forward, his hands balling into fists. “I was born to play Axel Foley. Why would you say all those horrible things about me to Don Simpson?”

Your mouth fell open in shock. Don Simpson was a big deal. He’d produced Flashdance just last year. 

“Jesus, Ben. Really?” you said.

“Zip it, Sirena,” Ben snapped. Your mouth fell shut, even as you glared at him. He rarely called you by your supe name behind Vought’s closed doors.

“The guy’s supposed to be funny,” said Ben. He pointed back at Noir. “You’re. Not. Funny.”

“Well, I…could’ve been,” Noir said, a little weakly.

If there was one thing Ben couldn’t stand, it was a weak spine.

“You’re not good enough!” he barked. “Now shut your cockhole, and get to work.”

“But—” The moment Noir grabbed the other man’s shoulder, you knew it was going to be bad.

Ben turned and threw a swift punch that would’ve rattled any supe’s spine, even if they did have super strength. It wasn’t even a contest. He beat Noir down bloody on the mats, no matter what you or the others shouted out.

You were horrified, and you couldn’t stand by and watch anymore. You hurried over and tried to touch Ben’s arm. Maybe you could calm him down.

“Ben, stop! He’s had enough—”

He meant to just rip his arm out of your grasp. Maybe he’d shove you out of the way, out of his way. But the momentum of it sent you to the floor, with the wind knocked out of you.

It managed to briefly cut through his anger. He paused, seeing the shock and the stricken look on your face. You were looking at him like he was some kind of animal.

Deep down, he felt like one too. He just couldn’t allow himself to show it.

“That’s what happens when you don’t stay the fuck out of the way,” he growled.

You blinked wide as wet tears gathered in your lashes. It struck a cacophonous chord inside him, down to his bones.

He turned away from you to glare down at Black Noir. This was his fucking fault.

“You think you can be me?” Ben sneered. “You’re not a movie star. You’re not shit. I see you getting outta line again, trying to ‘move on up,’ I will put you in the fucking ground. Understood?”

Noir, fucking pussy that he was, stayed there on the ground covered in his own blood. By the time Ben turned back to where you’d fallen, you were no longer there.

You were gone.

You left the gym in tears. You pulled a staff member aside and let her know that Black Noir and Gunpowder were going to need medical attention.

“Are you okay?” she asked in concern. “Do you need—”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, even though you were still crying. It was more embarrassment at this point. You knew what Ben was from the very beginning. You’d just never thought he would…

Sucking in one deep breath, you steeled yourself. You wiped your face dry and forced your expression to ease into nothing. Blankness.

Show them what you want them to see.

He tried to come see you that night, but you wouldn’t let him into your apartment.

He sent flowers—some bullshit roses, with an apology written on the card.

I'm sorry.

You threw them in the trash.

You were done playing this game. It wasn’t worth it.

He wasn’t worth it…

Or so you felt, for the first few days. You began to wonder just how much shit Countess had to put up with for the years that she was with him. You wondered if he’d ever hit her.

You replayed that moment over and over in your mind. You knew if you hadn’t intervened, Ben wouldn’t have shoved you. He hadn’t truly meant to, you thought. With his strength, you were lucky it hadn’t been worse.

He didn’t mean it, you tried to rationalize. Even as you tried not to think about Gunpowder, or Noir, bloody on the floor.

Because at the end of the day, being with Ben was still good for your career, and if you kept denying him like this, he’d likely just go back to Countess.

So, even though it took a huge chunk out of your pride, you ventured to the elevators and up to the penthouse suite. By now, your feet knew this path by heart, even if your stomach churned with unease.

You stood in front of Ben’s door for a minute, just thinking. You knew this was the lowest you’d ever been. Was your career really worth debasing yourself like this?

Well, your question was soon answered when the door swung open. You hastily stepped back as a trio of smiling, giggling women came out from the apartment, all of them high-heeled and scantily dressed. Behind them was Ben in a black silk robe. His hair was a mess, and he had that post-nut look on his face, along with a layer of drying sweat. They all stunk like weed and sex.

Ben paused in the doorway when he saw you. His amusement faded. You let the girls slip past you without comment. Then you crossed your arms and looked up at him flatly.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. At least, nothing good.

“Hey,” he said.

You nodded. “Right.”

You turned from him and started walking down the hall the way you came, but Ben reached out fast and grabbed your wrist.

“All right, look—”

He turned you around, only stopping short when you gasped, your eyes glowing with thinly veiled power on reflex.

“Let go of me,” you demanded. Your tone was firm, but you both heard the fear in your voice. His jaw clenched.  

It seemed Ben did have a sliver of a heart somewhere inside his chest, because he let you go. You continued on your way, scrubbing furiously at the sting in your eyes.

“Dad, I just…I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you confessed. You were sitting on the edge of your bed with your head in your hands. You didn’t want to burden your brother, who had his own family, his own problems. So you called your dad first. Tears slipped down your cheeks and bled into your jeans.

“I think I need to come home,” you sniffed.

“Aw, honey. I’m sorry to hear you’re having such a hard time,” he said. “But you knew it was going to be difficult. You’ve been doing so well too.”

“I know, but—”

“And your mom’s medical bills might be taken care of, but I’ve still got the house to pay off. If it wasn’t for my back, I’d be out there working two and three jobs like I used to, but you know, I just can’t do it anymore.”

You rubbed at your tired, bleary eyes and sighed.

“Yeah. Okay, I know,” you said. “I’m going to help you, don’t worry.”

“So you’re gonna stay right? You’re going to work it out with Soldier Boy? You two do look good together, I’ve gotta say. What happened exactly? You didn’t uh, really explain that part.”

Your lower lip trembled. “Actually, Dad, I’m getting a page. Let me call you back later, okay?”

“Oh. Well, okay, sweetheart. I’m here for you. You know that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Your next conversation was in Arthur Cohen’s office. You’d marched in while he was on the phone and said:

“I’m quitting the team.”

Arthur, professional that he was, gave you one look before he told whoever was on the other line that he’d call them back in a minute. Then he turned to you with his full attention, folding his hands on his desk. His many gold and silver rings shone in the lamplight.

“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” he asked. As if to say, Did I just hear you correctly?

You remained firm. “I want out of my contract. I’m quitting Payback.”

Arthur needed a beat on that one. “…Ah. I see.”

He held out a hand to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Please,” he gestured. You reluctantly obliged.

“Okay, I understand you’ve been going through some hard times—”

“Do you?” you intoned, tilting your head.

He nodded. “Believe me, I do. The problem is, you’re under a two-year minimum contract. You’re only about a year in. If you want out, no problem. I can do that for you.”

“Good,” you said. “Let’s make it happen.”

He held up a hand. “However. If you back out of this deal, remember that we invested in you. You’ll have to give back the advance we gave you, plus everything we’ve spent on your marketing, your new suit, your training, not to mention that little incident we smoothed over a couple months ago. A lot of lawyers and red tape. It’ll drive ya nuts…but it all adds up, unfortunately.”

Fuck. It hit you almost like a physical blow, a deep churning in your stomach. What kind of soul-sucking contract had you signed? Had you even read the fine print on that one?

For a long moment, you stared at Arthur’s desk in silence, to a point where he began to fidget slightly. You raised your head.

“All right,” you said, with a perfect smile. “I understand.”

Then you got up and left.

Arthur heaved a breath of relief. Fucking supes.

His door opened again, but to Stan Edgar. Arthur still didn’t know what to make of this guy. There was something about his calm, unfazed demeanor that Arthur didn’t trust.

“Sure, screw my lunch break. What can I do for ya?” he drawled.

Stan raised a brow and handed a thick file to him.

“I just got off the phone with Director Kasey from the CIA,” he said. “We’re approved for Nicaragua.” 

AN: 🫣 Ooh, don't hate me loll. It's gonna get worse before it gets better. I did warn about morally charcoal characters in this series, especially Ben himself. (He's got a lot to learn, and so does Sirena, for that matter.)

And now, we hit another pivotal moment...

Next Time:

“We’re all playing a game, Irving. Just at different levels,” you said. “For example, what were you talking to Stan about?”

You’d seen them a couple of hours ago, hidden behind a fortified stone wall. Noir stopped walking. You were curious enough to follow suit.

“Something that could change everything for all of us,” he said. “You included.”

Your brows knitted together. “What’re you—”

Shots rang out in the clearing.

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LU BACKROOMS???

This is basically me describing backrooms based on the Chain, one on the safer side and one deadly and how to survive them :]

@trippygalaxy @vio-starzz @mushr0oms-and-m0ss @shadowlinktheshadow @raven-does-artstuff-894 @treasure-goblin idk who cares about this but I spent all day on it-

Time

His first liminal space is fairly safe. You can’t die unless you do something diabolical.

His safe room like would be basically like this

You fall down somewhere, probably on your walk home, but you pick yourself up and see that this is very much not the side of the road. This is a grassy field.

There weren’t many grassy fields where you lived. And even those fields were no where near as expansive as this one.

Upon looking around, you see a giant wall and a drawbridge. You start walking to it, thinking that you somehow fell hard enough to pass out.

You reach Castle Town and get weird glances from many. While you’re scouting the area, you spot a little boy in green picking up random dogs. You look at him weird when he puts one dog down and chases after another one.

The boy catches you staring and with one glance, you’re suddenly in that big grassy field again

So yeah, if bro looks at you, you get set back. After a while, this space will easily drive someone insane. This is because no matter what you do, you will meet him, and you both will meet eyes, and you’ll be sent back to the beginning.

So in a way, Survival Rate: 98% but it’s gradual and you might get out of there before you go insane

For his “You’re most likely gonna die” room

I wanted to incorporate Majora’s Mask into it, saying that the masks are hunting you.

There goal is to capture you and bring you to Fierce Deity. He thinks that you killed Link.

But you didn’t because this little kid who told you that he was who the deity was looking for is literally following behind you-

This kid could be regular young Link or Ben Drowned, though it would change the survival rate massively

Survival Rate for young Link: 67%

Survival Rate for Ben Drowned: 15%

This is because the only way to stop being hunted and/or not die is to present a piece of Link to the deity when you’re eventually caught

If it’s Link, he’ll accept it and call the masks off and you’ll be free to move on to the next hell or, if god loves you, you’ll go home

If it’s Ben, you better be fast on your toes because you’ll be hunted until you die or get out of there.

I want to also want to add that the masks don’t just pop up out of no where when they find you.

You know how you have to follow the music in order to learn Saria’s Song? Don’t do that. You’ll be caught

When they emit the Song of Healing, run, Link/Ben will be right on your trail and even if he wasn’t when you stopped running, he’ll always find you even if he leads a mask to you

I forgot to mention that Link/Ben will give you hints as to how you need to give Fierce a piece of his tunic or hair or something close to it

Also that Link/Ben physically can not get close to FD as they are, as the boy says, “part of the same soul”

Twilight

Idea given from @tiercel13 and @link-posting

That whole game has this unsettlingly warm ethereal quality where it's like- you're comfortable but uncomfortable at the same time and it's so weird

But basically I would say somewhere like a large field that's in perpetual twilight. You've never seen it before but it feels safe and familiar, like you've been there a thousand times. Still, there's something just slightly off, and it prevents you from ever being able to truly relax

It’s a village, deserted in the canyons, it’s wooden houses crumbling with time and weathering

Survival Rate: 100%

I think we all expected this one but you’re being hunted. It’s just you, the flora, the fauna, and a big wolf trying to kill you

It’s Wolf Twi but it’s not wolf Twi. Like, that’s the Blue-eyed Beast alright, but that’s definitely not Twilight. That’s a Wolf hardened by the need to survive. A need to eat.

The thing about this room is that it’s very survivable, but only to a select few people

For people who know how to manage in the woods, who know how to make fires without lighters, who know how to properly cook wild animals without utensils and iron, for those who are experienced in the wilds, they have a much easier time surviving this

But for those who are always inside and have little to no outside knowledge, you’re cooked almost immediately

This is a genuine hunt. This wolf can hear god knows how far, this wolf can track you with even the faintest scent

The only reason why the survival rate is as high as it is, is because it hesitates.

That’s how many survive their first encounter with the wolf, the wolf hesitates to take that final bite

I feel like the only real way to get out of here if to survive for a certain amount of time

Survival Rate: 52%

Warriors

Another idea by @tiercel13 because they are so big brained

For safe it's the castle barracks but they have a completely nonsensical layout

there's random doors where they shouldn't be and some of the actual ones are gone, there's things in the rooms like it's just been vacated but a layer of dust covers everything

It must be vacant right? Those shadows that lurk behind the corners are just you going crazy right? Nobody is here. Nobody is here. Nobody is here. Nobody is here-

Survival Rate: 87%

Idea given by @hyrules-feral-hero

You got claustrophobia? That’s too bad, you’re stuck in a fairy bottle now

You don’t get ripped apart or anything like that

Your death will be slow and painful

Conserve oxygen? There’s no reason to, you’re not going to be set free :)

Survival Rate: 0%

Sky

I feel like being blunt with this one

Safe space is just a vacant Skyloft

No one is around, just the occasional keese and Remlits and rapid Loftwings flying about so watch your head!

It’s peaceful and welcoming and airy but empty.

I imagine that this would bring about some sort of uncanny valley feeling, but that is probably the wrong word for it. Because who lived here? Why are these birds so big? Why are these raccoon cats so aggressive at night?

Survival Rate: 100%

Get Silent Realmed😌

Basically just that. If you don’t know what the Silent Realm is, it’s basically a thing you do in SS where you have to get 15 tears

You have to get 15 orbs, if you step into waking water or a spirit’s light or take too long to get one of the orbs, the guardians will be after you

The guardians are what make this space dangerous. If they catch you, no matter how insignificant the gash was, you will die

You can get these guardians off of you when you get the next tear, but until you get all of them and retreat back to where you started, you are at the mercy of the guardians

Survival Rate: 73%

Wild

Picture this, you just woke up in this weird place so naturally, you ask someone where you are.

“This is Faron woods, are you a traveler?”

“…sure…?”

“Great! I can’t really leave this stable with my condition, so could you do me a favor and give this to my wife?” The old man asked

“…what?”

“She lives over in Hateno, up passed the Dueling Peaks!” He shoves a note in your hands

“Sir I-“

“Thank you so much! Here’s your pay for your kindness!” Upon inspecting what he had given you, you see that this is a bare diamond

You were bringing this man’s wife this letter.

Survival Rate: 85%

Evermean forest, good old homicidal trees, need I say more?

Survival Rate: 95%

Wind

Imagine chilling on a boat with your grandpa but your grandpa is the boat.

Yes, the waters are expansive, you haven’t seen an island in days if at all, but this boat is keeping you company, telling jokes, soothing your nerves

Maybe you should be freaking out that this boat is talking, but his voice is nice so what can you say?

You start to joke around, singing dumb sea shanties, he chuckles with your antics, but keeps moving forward.

The sea is vast, but at least you’re not alone

Survival Rate: 98%

Imagine this: You’ve just been dropped in this random place. Now you’re on a random raft in the middle of the sea

Suddenly, the wind isn’t strong enough to push you forward and you’re on top of a tidal wave

Your raft finally gets back on steady water, but now there’s a shadow looming over you

You turn around and you can even comprehend how big it is

It’s probably the Kraken btw

Survival Rate: 0%

You’re cooked 100%

Hyrule

I’m realizing that a good bit of these rooms are in the woods, well, Rulie’s is no better🤷🏽‍♂️

Except these woods don’t have anything trying to actively murder you and eat you

These woods have things trying to help you

Little floating glowing grandmas if you will😌

As soon as you fell into these woods you smelled sugar and sweets, you were still very discombobulated from your fall and now you were suddenly in woods?

Soon enough, you’re swarmed by lights of different colors, they ask you if you’re alright, if you’re ok, what is someone like you doing here

Then they guide you out of the Fairy woods, whether that means that you end up in another room or go home is up to god

Survival Rate: 100%

Idea given to me by @tiercel13

A neverending cave slowly circling further and further down. The deeper you go the more it seems to close in, the air seems thicker, and the voices of people you almost recognize begin to echo off the walls, crying for help

This room, similar to Time’s “safe space” is mostly a “you’re going to go insane” rather than “that thing is gonna fucking kill you” :)

Survival Rate: depends how sane you were when you entered

Four

Imagine going on a wild goose chase for coins kinstones in a field with all the pieces hidden in tall grass

Survival Rate: 100% but it’s hell

This is gonna make some people mad but let me cook rq

You guys know Poppy Playtime? The Smiling Critters that chase you? That one clip from the Hour of Joy when they were eating that one guy alive?

That, but Minish :)

Survival Rate: 0%

As you traverse these woods, you realize that there are no animals in the wake. No rabbits, no mice, not even a wolf.

But this forest is littered with the bones of those lost animals.

So basically for backstory, minish got overpopulated and that meant they ate meat religiously. It was enough to feed, but soon enough, they ran out of food and now they’re hungry again

There is no survival here

There are too many Minish and you are locked in their woods

You can here their chittering and chatting, but if they spot you, you’ll only know by the dead silence of the forest

You can try breaking the bones you find on your path, opening the middle so they can smell the marrow rather than your flesh

But you only have little time and some bones are thick

And- wait…who’s bones are these? These are Hylain bones-

Legend

There are so many choices with Legend…

For his safe room, you’re just chilling on the walls. Not in the walls, on them. Your image is planted on the wall. You can move freely, you’re just glued to the wall, 2D

You’ll probably use this to scare the weird people who live around the house who’s walls you currently inhabit.

Survival Rate: 99.9% (Someone played too much and the family who lived there destroyed the house)

You guys no the movie Us? It’s basically that

There are different versions of you running around and they kinda really want you dead-

Survival Rate: 65%

[justmeinadaze]

I Miss the Misery Part 2 (Steve X You)

Part One Here

Warnings: Toxic Daddy Stevie (but he wants to be better)/ Slightly Toxic Fem sub reader, SMUT, dirty talk, rough play, daddy kink (cause im me), choking, spanking, degrading, Slight Fluff, she loves him and he loves her but they both struggle with their feelings, ANGST, Jealous Steve AND Reader, Steve gets drunk after a bad experience with his father (he talks about it; elaborated), They both try to verbally hurt each so they say mean things to each other ( they call each other names, bring up past behavior, etc.) , cliff hanger ending!

Word Count: 7058

It had been a couple of weeks since your incident with your ex Steve Harrington. When you came home that night your boyfriend was still up waiting for you. You talked things through like any normal couple would and that night you both went to bed happy. Well, he did. You laid there for hours replaying the nights events in your head. 

You could still feel Steve’s hands on your hips where he clung to you as he thrust his big, thick cock into you roughly till your eyes rolled back. You could still hear his grunts and pants warming your ear as his sweaty body fell on top of yours. 

But more than anything, you kept going back to the conversation after. 

“Yeah, well, if we’re toxic then I’d rather go down with you than anyone else.”

“I just kept wishing they were you.”

“I feel like we can make this work.”

You had always believed the two of you could make your relationship work but the problem always was that he could never commit to it. He had you for two years in high school and he, quite literally, let you slip away. It wasn’t fair to you for him to think he could just show up one day and you’d drop everything to be with him especially when you knew it would end badly. 

A strong hand reached out from the darkness of an open door and yanked you into the room before slamming it shut. 

“What’s this I’m hearing about you going on a date with Ben Lomax?”, Steve asked sternly as he glared down at you. 

“Well, hello to you to, Harrington. I hope you had a good weekend.”

“Don’t play with me, Y/N.”

“What do you care? We’re not dating right? I can go out with whoever I want to.”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you watch his jealously rise. You liked amping him up like this so he’d take what’s his. 

“You’re mine, little girl.”

“Then claim me, Daddy. Make me yours.”

It felt so good having him take control the way he did even though you knew it wasn’t healthy. No… you couldn’t allow him to win this time. This time you needed to do what was right for you and Jacob. Rolling over onto your side, you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed your face into his back, clinging to normality tightly as you finally drifted off to sleep. 

***

“Hey, baby.”, your boyfriend grinned as you sat beside him at his desk and he handed you some items in a grocery bag. “Thank you for coming by. You know how my mom is. I’d give her back these things myself but this project…”

“I know, honey. You’ve been working really hard.”, you reply encouragingly as you softly smile. 

The smell of his cologne hit you before the sound of his voice. Glancing down the hallway, you watched as Steve argued with someone over the phone as he sauntered confidently towards you both. Your body and attitude prepared for the battle that was sure to come but to your surprise he walked right past you as if you weren’t there. After angrily hanging up his phone, his face changed to a much softer demeanor as he grinned, opening his arms wide as a blond young lady eagerly jumped into them. 

“That’s Mr. Harrington’s new girlfriend I hear.”, Jacob whispers. “She’s a lot younger than him but I guess that’s expected when you have all the money in the world.”

You hadn’t heard a word he said, the fury bubbling in your stomach up to your chest. 

“I can play this game better.”

Fucking asshole. He wants to pretend I’m not here and try to make me jealous, go ahead! I’m not the same girl I was in high school. This won’t work. 

“Baby? Are you ok?”

“Hm? Yeah, sweetheart. I’m fine, just tired.”

“I understand. Hey, tonight we’re meeting at the bar downtown. It’s just going to be the team here. Would you want to go?”

Shifting you gaze their way again, you watched as Steve beamed down at the girl before tenderly kissing her lips. 

“Yeah, I think that sounds fun.”

########

“So Y/N, how is the new book coming along?”, Jacob’s coworker asked as you took a sip from the alcohol in your glass. 

“Good, thank you. I’m having some writers block but it’s not a big deal. Not as big a deal as what you guys have been working on.”

“Yeah, thankfully we’re almost near the end.”, another girl at the table sighs. “Mr. Harrington has really helped us out. He’s been buying us lunch for the office every day.”

“And letting us leave early on Fridays so we can have a bit of a break. He stays in the office to make up the time.”

You couldn’t help but smile at their praise. Steve had always been a complete asshole but even during your relationship with him you saw the compassion and kindness that hid under the snark.

“Y/N? Honey, are you alright?”, he cooed as he sat on the bench beside you. His long fingers tenderly reached out to dry the tears that were still falling down your cheeks. 

“I’m fine, Steve. You don’t have to…”, you tried to dismiss him as you waved your hand. 

“I know I don’t have to. You know me. You know I don’t do anything I don’t want to.” Steve firmly grabbed your wrists and turned your body to face him a bit more. “Now, what’s going on, babe?”

“My, uh, my grandfather died.”

At your revelation, you began to cry harder and he collected you in his arms, pressing your head to his chest. 

“Shit, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I know you two were really close. Everything’s ok, pretty girl. I’m right here.”

“Speak of the devil…Mr. Harrington! Hey! Why don’t you come sit with us?!”, one of Jacob’s friends shouted bringing you back to reality. 

Steve Harrington was the devil indeed with how delicious he looked dressed in his jeans and black button up shirt. His signature smile blinded the table as he grabbed his dates arm and headed towards you. 

“Hey guys. You don’t have to invite me. I’m sure you’re tired of dealing me for 40+ hours a week already.”

“Oh, come on. Join us. It’s no problem at all.”

The sound of your glass slamming into the table startled everyone including Steve as he finally gave you his attention. 

“Yeah, Steven. Not a problem at all. Take a seat.”

His head ticked to the side in amusement before taking a seat and pulling his date onto his lap making you cringe in annoyance. 

“Y/N apparently went to school with Mr. Harrington here.”, Jacob explained to his coworkers who were still fairly wide eyed at the way you addressed him. 

“That’s pretty cool. You two were friends?”

“Nope. Hardly even knew each other. Right, Harrington?”, you sassed. 

Turning away from you, he focused on the original question. 

“I wouldn’t say friends. We definitely knew of each other. Everyone in Hawkins did with it being a small town and all.”

Throughout the rest of the night, you constantly fumed in his direction every time he opened his mouth. His hands constantly roamed his date’s skin driving you insane every time she would lean back and nuzzle her face into his neck. In retaliation you tried to do the same with Jacob but you knew that was a lost cause because he wasn’t very keen on the PDA. 

You drank more and more until the world around you got hazy.

“How long have you two been together?”, someone asked as they gestured towards him and his date. 

“Um, about two weeks I believe.”

“Hm. About how long she’s been in the world.”, you hiccupped as you knocked back a shot on the table. “I mean…look at you, Barbie. You’re basically a fetus.”

“Y/N.”, Jacob whispered. “That was rude.”

“No, no Jacob. It’s ok. I see she hasn’t changed much. Y/N here had kind of a reputation for being bratty at school.”

“And Steve Harrington had a reputation for being a man slut.”

“Alright, I think we’re going to go home. Come on, babe.”, you boyfriend said sternly, gripping your arm. 

“How about you guys come to my house? It’s a lot closer and you can get her to bed so she can sober up.”, Steve replied casually. 

“Oh, Mr. Harrington, we couldn’t impose.”

“I insist. Come on, honey.”, he grins as he slaps the girl’s ass playfully. “It was nice spending time with you guys. Jacob, just follow me.”

***

It took you awhile to catch your bearings when your groggy eyes opened and you realized you weren’t at home. 

“Jacob?”

Glancing beside you, you noticed his peacefully sleeping frame beside you so you left him be as you got up to find a bathroom. Wherever you were it was a very nice place with the updated furnishings and new home smell. 

It took you a moment to find a bathroom but after you did, you shut the door and ran the cool water over you face. 

What happened last night? I remember Steve showing up at the bar…a dizzying car ride…lips on mine…angry eyes. Maybe Jacob was upset for how I behaved. I need to make it up to him. He doesn’t deserve me acting like a drunk fool in front of his friends. 

Sighing, you opened the door to head back to bed but was met with a strong hand around your throat pushing you backwards into the bathroom and closing the door. 

“Are we sober now, little girl? Good because I really want this to sink in.”, Steve growled as his face hovered above yours. “If you ever disrespect me like that again I’ll throw you over my knee and spank you till you can’t handle it. I don’t care where we are or if your fucking boyfriend is in the room. Do I make myself clear?”

“What…what…I don’t remember…”

“You don’t…don’t…remember?”, he mocked. “Well, let me refresh your memory. I told your idiot boyfriend to bring you back to my house so you could rest because you were insulting my girlfriend and embarrassing yourself in front of his coworkers. When we got here, I showed him my spare rooms and left you guys alone. While I was getting ready for bed myself, the door was open and you were on your fucking knees IN MY HOUSE sucking another man’s dick AND CALLING HIM DADDY!”, Steve scolded roughly in your ear through clenched teeth.

Finally gathering your faculties, you pushed at his chest causing him to release you but only long enough to invade your space again as his face hovered just above your own. 

“I’M your Daddy.”

“Not anymore.”

“Oh? Did you also forget that you showed up at my office two weeks ago begging for my cock and calling me Daddy? Or was that some other pathetic little girl?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised with how many women you’ve fucked in your lifetime.”

“Said the whore. Let’s not forget how many guys you were with in Hawkins.”

“I wasn’t with anyone! I went on dates but the only person I ever fucked was you!”

“Yeah right. Do you expect me to believe that? Hell, you cheated on your boyfriend with me!”

“Like it matters if you believe me or not. Technically I was single in school. You couldn’t bother to be seen with me because I was fucking poor. Jesus. You say I’m pathetic but the truth is you are; a pathetic little daddy’s boy. Couldn’t even start or find a company of your own. You had to play sloppy seconds to his business!”

Steve’s palm covered your mouth roughly as he pushed you forcefully against the wall. His breathing became erratic as he heavily panted trying to control his temper. His eyes stared daggers into yours for what felt like forever till something in the air snapped and he replaced his hand with his lips. 

It was a rough kiss fueled by anger and you felt your pussy flutter at the notion. Riled up Steve was always one of your favorite versions of him because he claimed what was his in the best way possible. This is what you wanted. You wanted him to realize that he hated the idea of you not being his and fought to have you by his side. The problem was he did claim you but never truly made you his. 

Your arms pushed at his chest but his grip tightened as he held your wrists to your sides. Moving them to one hand, he utilized his now free palm to smack you before grabbing your cheeks with his fingers. 

“Do you want to stop? Say the word and we’ll stop.”, he growled. “Answer me.”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, I don’t want you to stop.”

“I didn’t think so.”

Aggressively, he turned you around and pushed your body against the sink as he moved aside your panties while freeing his cock from his boxers. After spitting into his hand and stroking it along his shaft, you both groaned as he guided himself into you promptly setting a rough pace. 

“Baby?”

Your eyes widen at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice on the other side of the bathroom door and you see Steve smirk from his reflection in the mirror. 

“Y-Yeah?”

“Are you ok? I woke up and you weren’t there.”

The man inside you slowed his rhythm, dragging his length pleasantly along your tight walls before slamming himself back into your pussy making your eyes roll as your nails dug into the arm he had around your stomach.

“I-I’m okay, Jacob. Ahhh… I’ll be right there, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you will, baby girl. You’ll—mmm—crawl back in beside him full of my cum like the fucking whore you are.”, Steve whispers, his lips attaching to your neck as your head falls against his shoulder. 

“Okay. Are you sure you’re all right?”

Picking up his pace again, his cock overwhelmed your senses as you tried to control yourself from screaming his name. 

“YES! I’m fine. I’ll be right there!”

“Alright, honey. I love you.”

Steve’s eyes met yours in the mirror, softening slightly when he saw pain flash through them. 

“I love you to.”

He knew you weren’t saying it to your boyfriend but to him, however, Jacob thinking your love was meant for him infuriated Steve as he spanked your ass hard before wrapping both arms around you to hold you still as he slammed his lower half into your own. 

“Who’s your Daddy, little girl?”

“You are, Steve, please.”

“Say it again so I know you fucking understand.”

“You are, Daddy. Please. Let me cum. I’ll—fuck—I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

“No you won’t but that’s ok. I don’t mind putting you in your place.”

As his fingers find their way to your clit, you bite your bottom lip to stifle the loud moan that wants to break free. Placing your arms and hands over his own, you cling to him as your body trembles and you cum hard around him. His rhythm falters and you hear him grunt in your ear before you feel his release spill inside of you. 

Steve pants as his softening cock pulls out of your aching hole and tucks himself back into his boxers as he takes a seat on the edge of the tub. Maybe it was the headspace you were still in or just seeing him look so upset hit that soft spot in your heart but you couldn’t help it when you lowered yourself to your knees and crawled to his side, placing your head on his thigh as you hugged his legs. 

“I’m sorry I called him Daddy.”

His large palm reached out to pet your head making you sigh as you closed your eyes. 

“No, you’re not. Yeah you were drunk but your subconscious definitely wanted to hurt me and that would be the way to do it. It’s not like I didn’t do the same thing by bringing a young, beautiful girl around. I knew she’d piss you off.”

“Why do we have to be this way to each other, Steve?”

“I think the real question, sweetheart, is why do we like it?”

“Why do I like it so much with you?”, you whisper. As your tears begin to fall, he leans down to collect you in his arms and places you on his lap. “I tried, whatever the fuck this is, with other men and every time I got hurt. They were you times 10. Then I met Jacob and—”

“He’s the exact opposite.” 

“And not in a good way.”, you sigh as you caress his face with your palm. “Steve, I didn’t have sex with anyone else when we were in school. The first time I was every with someone who wasn’t you was after I left. I hated it… he was too rough and almost every conversation we had was a fight.” Turning his face towards you, you tenderly kiss his forehead. “I swear, I never called any of them Daddy. They would beg me to but it always felt wrong. Only you ever knew how to take care of me like that. I just wish you could have taken care of me in every other way.”

After softly kissing his lips, you crawled off his lap and headed back to bed to curl up in your boyfriend’s arms that you wished were Steve’s.

##################

Another week went by in uneventful domestic bliss as you continued to be the best girlfriend you could. Today Jacob and his coworkers were celebrating finishing the project they had been working on with a camping trip up north. He had invited you to come along but after what happened you thought it best to stay put. You also weren’t really a fan of sleeping outdoors without AC but you kept that little tidbit to yourself. 

You utilized the alone time to work on your novel and get things done around the house but after a couple of hours, you found yourself extremely bored. Throwing on your jacket and grabbing your keys, you headed to a bar down the way ordering the strongest drink you could think of. 

Once again, the smell caught your attention first before the snarky laugh that followed. 

“Of course. Of course. Of fucking course, YOU of all people would be here.”, Steve giggled drunkenly as he knocked back his beverage and signaled the bartender for a refill. 

He looked completely disheveled, his hair a mess due to his fingers running frustratingly through it. The suit jacket he had worn was hanging on the back of the chair while his white button up shirt was untucked and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. 

“Steve? What happened?”

“Like you care.”

You should have walked away; left him there to wallow by himself but this nagging in your stomach wouldn’t allow you to as your worry for him took control. 

“I do care. Come on, Steve, talk to me.”

Spinning in his seat, he leaned his side obnoxiously over the bar as his glassy eyes met yours. 

“What happened. Hm…Y/N wants to know what the fuck happened. Well, we finished our project at work today. Managed to sign a huge fucking client worth millions! But does that impress my father? Oh, no. Fucker has to fly up here just to berate me and scold me on what we need to do next. This isn’t my first day on the job. I’ve watched that asshole work my entire life and he can’t even let go for one God damn second to see I did something good!”

“You’re right. I remember he was always hard on you. I saw him scream at you once after a game even though the team won and you made the most points. He said you didn’t try hard enough.” He nods at the memory, chugging the content of the glass and again asking for more. You discreetly signaled to the bartender that this was the last one as you focus your attention back on the broken man in front of you. “I hope you know he’s wrong. I know how hard you worked on this.”

“Yup. I know, Y/N. I’m not a fucking idiot. Why are you even here? I’m toxic remember?”

“You are but that doesn’t mean I want anything bad to happen to you. Let me take you home.”

“Fuck you. I can fucking take myself home.”, he growls, finishing the last of his beverage. 

“Ok. Can you at least text me and let me know you got home safely?”

After rubbing his shoulder comfortingly, you put on your jacket and pay for your drink but as you turn to leave, a warm palm abruptly grabs your wrist. 

“Y/N, um… C-Can you come home with me? I promise I won’t make a move or anything. I just… don’t want to be alone.”

***

“Oh shit!”, he laughs as he falls through the door after turning the key. 

“Where’s your girlfriend tonight?”, you ask as you guide him towards his bedroom, holding his waist as he stumbles from side to side. 

“Girlfriend? Oh, you mean Barbie?”

“That’s not really her name is it?”

Steve snorts as he chuckles, throwing himself onto the mattress and throwing his arm over his eyes. 

“No…it’s, um, Tiffany. No, Erica…Fuck, I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since you and your idiot spent the night.”

After you flashed him a sassy smirk he didn’t see, you began getting him ready for bed starting with his shoes. You thought he had finally passed out but when you grabbed his arm to take off his watch and class ring from college, his eyes opened, and he tilted his head to watch you. 

“Where can I put these?”, you murmur with a soft smile.

Silently, he gestures towards the bedside table and you reach for the drawer to delicately place them inside. Something catches your eye, however, as you pull out a well, worn picture of the two of you in high school. Steve rarely ever took photos with you back then. Nothing the two of you ever did was ever genuinely photo worthy since you two were sneaking around most of the time. When this image was taken, you were supposed to take pictures for a class project and brought the camera with you to his house after your photoshoot with your group.

“Why do you have a camera? I thought you wanted to be a writer.”, he asks after noticing it in your bag and taking it out.

“Oh, so you ARE listening to me when I talk?”

“A ha ha. You’re so funny, Y/N.”

“It’s for a class project we’re working on.”, you giggle.

“Is the project sexy basketball captains?”, Steve joked as he held the device high in the air away from your reach. “Handsome Men at Hawkins High? Oh! Or Gods in Bed?”

“No. It’s a project about Hawkins jerks who steal stuff and are TERRIBLE in bed.”

You playfully tackle him onto the mattress and lightly wrestle with him till he has both arms around you with your face against his chest. Gently tugging your hair, his lips land on your forehead before traveling down to your own for a tender kiss. 

Holding his arm high above you both, he presses his cheek to your own as you both smile and the flash blinds your eyes. 

“Where did you get this?”, you whisper as he bends towards you and squints his eyes at the image. 

“Ummmm… stole it from your room…snuck in.”, Steve sighs as he rolls onto his back and closes his eyes. “You were…gone…vanish from…Hawkins.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turn off his bed side lamp but as you begin to stand, his slurred voice fills your ears. 

“Please don’t go…”

Grabbing a throw blanket, you toss it over you both as you curl up into his side and rest your palm on his chest, letting the comforting rhythm of his breathing lull you to sleep.

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The feeling of lips on your shoulder causes your eyes to flutter open.

You had rolled over in the night and were currently facing Steve’s bland, gray bedroom wall as soft hands roamed your skin. Pretending to still be asleep, you melted into his touch as you pushed your back into his chest. Fingers gently caressed your stomach and up your shirt as his mouth continued to travel towards your neck. 

Quickly moving some of your hair away from your face, Steve kissed your cheek as his palm massaged your breasts briefly before gliding back down to your stomach. You could feel his eyes watching you as you subtly moaned, the bulge in his slacks pressing against your clothed ass. 

You allowed your lower half to grind against him as his groan grumbled low in your ear. Moving one of his arms above your head, you reached up to intertwine your fingers with his as his other hand slipped through the waistband of your pants and under your panties. 

“Daddy.”, you panted as he guided his middle and ring fingers inside of your core. 

Steve didn’t respond verbally, his teeth gently grazing your earlobe as he rolled his hips against you matching the pace of his digits.

“Fuck, yes. Please… Talk to me, baby.”, you beg. 

Again, he doesn’t answer, releasing your hand to wrap his arm around your chest and hold you to him as he moved his fingers so fast between your legs that the sound of your slick filled the room. 

Your body trembles against his as the dam breaks and your nails dig into his skin as you cum. 

Rolling over on to your back, your eyes try to find his but he hastily diverts them as he focuses on pulling down your pants. Gripping his chin, you force him to look at you. 

“Talk to me, baby.”, you repeat. 

“Why are you here?”

His question genuinely threw you off as you scanned his face searching for a reason. 

“You asked me to. You said you didn’t want to be alone.”

“Yeah but WHY are you here, Y/N? You left me, you have a boyfriend, you think I’m a bad person yet you’re here.”

“I thought you wanted to be with me. That’s why you said what you said a few weeks ago. Why do you care? I’m just the girl you fuck to feel better right? RIGHT?!”

“THAT’S RIGHT!”, Steve shouts but even he realizes he sounds insincere. “You should go home.”

“What if I don’t want to go home.”

“I wasn’t asking. Get your shit and get out of my house.”

“No.”

Angrily, he rolled out of bed and grabbed your ankle, tugging you to the edge of the bed. Before he could take hold of your arm to lift you, you smacked his cheek blind siding him as you ran out of the bedroom and towards a guest room with the intent of shutting him out. 

Steve was much faster than you, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you off your feet as he carried you down the hall towards the stairs. 

“Why do you do this, Steve?! Why do you push me away?!”

“Because, little girl, like you said, I’m toxic. I’m just like my father and I’m sorry to say, honey, you aren’t at the level of my mother. You’re the side piece trash my dad throws out when he’s done.”

As soon as he reaches the bottom step, you take hold of the banister and manage to wiggle out of his hold, running towards the kitchen to allow for the barrier of the island between you two. 

“Said the man who has a picture of me in his nightstand. It seemed pretty worn too, Harrington. How long have you had it? How many times have you taken it out to look at over the years?”

“I look at it when I need a reminder of how low I sunk when it came to women back then. Thankfully I do much better now.”

“Oh yeah? Like Barbie? Wait, I mean Tiffany…Erica?”, you snicker sarcastically. “Couldn’t even bother to remember her name. Do you remember any of their names? Hell, was I the longest ‘relationship’ you had?!”

He lunges to the side but you duck out of the way just in time as you move around the island. 

“Oh shit, Steven. I was wasn’t I? Even in school you had all these women at your side but they were never yours. Why is that? Because if you had been in a real relationship, I never would have continued whatever the fuck we had. Didn’t have the balls to?”

You watch his face with immense satisfaction as his eyes get darker, filling with even more fury. 

“And that’s what pisses you off the most, huh? You say I’m the side piece but the fact of the matter is you are… and that scares you. I could throw you away just like your dad did to his whores… just like he does with you… Yet instead of standing up for yourself and claiming me; proving to me you can be a good man; you act like a child. You couldn’t even tell your daddy to fuck off which is why you went to the bar to get wasted.”

Shaking your head, you size him up and down with your eyes in disgust. 

“You’re not my Daddy, little boy.”

The calmness that washed over his face frighted you a bit, signaling to you that you needed to tread carefully. You had only ever seen him this way once before back in high school…the first time.

“Steve?”

“Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck do you want?!”, the boy growls from his place on the bleachers in the now empty gymnasium.

“I don’t mean to bother you. I don’t know if you remember me but we have a couple of classes together—”

“Wonderful. Go away.”

His gruff tone shakes you a bit but you were determined to say what you wanted to say. 

“Ok. I, um, I just wanted to tell you that I heard what your parents…your dad… said and I just wanted you to know that…he’s wrong. I think you did amazing out there tonight. Honestly, I think you do awesome every game but…”

The jock’s angry yes shoot up to look at you as he scans you over. 

“Yeah. Thanks…”

“Y/N. No problem. I’ll, uh, I’ll leave you be now.”

Reaching out abruptly, his hand grips your wrist and yanks you in one motion on to his lap so you were straddling his waist facing him. You should have gasped and hit him, called him a pervert or asshole, and immediately got away from him but the way he was looking up at you with those heart broken eyes… 

“You’re a very nice pretty girl, aren’t you?” You blushed at his calm, seductive tone as your hands balanced yourself on his shoulders. “Can I return the favor?”

He fucked you right there on the bleachers not caring if any one saw either of you or if you were embarrassed by someone walking in and catching you two. Steve used you till he was spent and he wasn’t gentle by any means. You loved it and he knew it as he smirked up or down at you every time you came. 

He didn’t chase you this time as you left the kitchen and ran down the hall. You didn’t know why until the man rounded a sudden corner and wrapped his palm around your throat. Pushing you backwards, he guided you towards the sofa before taking a seat and hurling your front half over his lap.

You squirmed as he held you down, yelping when his hand came down hard on your behind. 

“It’s been too long since you’ve been punished properly, little girl. Between the disrespect, attitude, and being a little whore, I think it’s time I put you in your place.” You wiggled against his hold but he was firm as one of his arms pressed into your shoulder blades. “Stop moving!”, Steve shouted as his hand came down harder than before. 

“Ow…Steve…”

You yelped as his palm came down again a couple more times. 

“It seems, Y/N, that you keep forgetting who I am but don’t worry. We’ll make sure it sticks this time. If this is the only way to get through to you, so be it.”

“Steve…please…OW!”, you whine when he spanks you again. 

“Don’t act like this isn’t turning you on. I bet if we pull off these panties, you’d be dripping like the little disobedient slut you are.”

After hitting you again, he yanks down your underwear making you groan as he slides his finger through your slick. 

“See? Didn’t I just make you cum? Look how wet you are. I told you before, honey. Pissing each other off is the shit that really gets us going.”

Minutes passed but it felt like hours as he continued to spank you turning you into a sobbing mess. Your ass was extremely sore and marked up enough that you would need to come up with an excuse if Jacob saw them. 

“Steve, please…”, you begged. “How many more?”

“However…many…more…it…takes!”, he shouted near your ear as he hit your behind between each word. “Who am I, Y/N?”

Circling his thumb along your clit, he didn’t allow you a moment to breathe as he built you up and your brain blanked. 

“Answer me, little girl!”

“DADDY! You’re Daddy, Steve.”

“Damn right. I’m not some side piece you throw away. I’m fucking Daddy.”, he growled. “People like you and my parents think I’m nothing but I’m NOT. Women scream my name almost every night. I’m the CEO of a huge firm. I make a ton of fucking money. Why isn’t that enough, huh?!”

As his palm connected with your red, bruised skin, you came drenching his lap with your arousal. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths as he tried to calm down, Steve’s gaze shifting to you when he heard your small sniffles. 

As carefully as he could, he lifted you up and turned you around till you were sitting properly on his lap with your face in the nook near his shoulder. While you continued to cry, his hands massaged your arms while he tenderly played with your hair. 

“What color are you at right now, honey?”

One of your arms rose to circle around his neck as you softly kissed his skin.

“Green, Daddy.”, you whisper. 

Steve curtly nodded as his eyes remained forward while he continued to pet your head, allowing you time to come back down. 

“Are you ok?”, he asked in a tone you had never heard from him before. He sounded almost…afraid. Lifting your head, your palm reaches for his cheek and turns his face so his eyes can meet yours. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cross a line. I didn’t mean to…hurt you.”

Placing your forehead on his, he sighs as your fingertips run along the slight stubble over his chin and up to his lips. 

“I don’t mind you hurting me.”

“You’re not supposed to lie to me, baby girl, remember?”, he smirks as a breathy laugh escapes his chest. “You like when I’m rough with you in bed. You like pushing me to rile me up just like I do with you to see if you will because I know you’re a fucking brat.”

Steve’s grin grows as you blush, knowing he’s telling the truth. 

“The problem is you and I don’t know where the line is. It always seeped out into our day to day and into my insecurities. That’s what you don’t like. You don’t like me using you and breaking your heart. Just like I don’t like watching you cry. Not like this anyway.”

Lifting you into his arms, he carried you back to his bedroom and into the bathroom where you marveled at his massive clawfoot tub. After getting the bath ready, he holds your hand as he guides you but you pause before you sit. 

“Will you sit with me, Daddy?”

“Yeah, honey, I can do that.”

After waiting patiently for him to disrobe, you allow him to climb in behind you and take a seat as you lean against his chest. His large palms run along your shoulders and down your arms making you sigh as you tilt back to kiss his cheek. 

“You were always enough for me, Steve Harrington.” His eyes meet your own as you continue. “The problem was I was never enough for you.”

“Y/N, I’m moving to New York.” Your eyes widen as move away from him and scan his face for lies. “I was only supposed to be here for this project and then run the company as a whole from over there. I…I never expected to see you again. I…”, he pauses as he tries to collect his thoughts. “I want you to come with me.”

“Steve…I can’t…”

“Yes you can. I feel like we can work on this if we can be together. I know we can learn the line and just keep this in the bedroom without going too far and being toxic.”

“We had so many more problems than you being jealous and screaming things at me.”

“Y/N, I don’t want anyone else. I’m not the same guy I was. I won’t cheat. I won’t hurt you. I’ll claim you… I DO claim you. You’re mine, baby.”

“You just told me an hour ago that I’m just the girl you fuck and I should get the fuck out of your house.”

“I’m not perfect. Truth be told, like you said, I AM afraid of losing you again so I lashed out. I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I don’t believe you.”, you whisper. 

“Then why are you here?”

“You said—”

“No. You’re your own woman with your own free will. You still could have gone home. You still love me and I love you, sweetheart…so fucking much.”

His arms wrapped around you, hugging you to him as you began to disassociate. You did still love him; you always had even after you left but you left for a reason. You stayed away for a reason. If you and he were having this discussion 5 years ago you would know immediately that he was just doing whatever he could to appease you without really hearing you and hurt you again a few weeks later. What killed you was if this was 5 years ago and he said he was moving you would have said yes without thinking. 

Now you were overthinking and fear was taking over. 

What if things just went back to the way they were? He seems sincere but a lot of his behavior has been the same. But he said he wanted to work on that and with me. Steve said he was finally ready to claim me and that he loved me…

But what about Jacob? He’s been such a caring and patient good man. I can’t hurt him like this especially if there’s a chance Steve could hurt me again. 

You should have voiced your concerns to him and talked about it like adults. You should have sat on his couch and heard out his plans for success when it came to your relationship together. You should have listened and expressed everything you needed to but you didn’t.

“You knew what this was…”

Steve’s entire demeanor stiffened as you whispered the words he screamed at you the night before you left. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t quite catch that. Do you have the balls to say it louder?”

Rising to your feet, you grabbed a nearby towel, wincing when it grazed your behind as you wrapped it around your body.

“I said you knew what this was. It’s not my fault you caught feelings.”

He laughed to himself as he climbed out of the tub allowing the water to drench his bathroom as he headed for the bedroom. 

“Keeping going, honey. But really twist the knife and make it hurt. That’s what it will take for what you’re doing to work.” Grabbing your clothes off the floor, he tossed them in your direction as your eyes narrowed. “You’re trying to hurt me, right? To push me away because you’re scared of actually taking that leap and giving me a chance?”

Your glassy eyes shifted away from him as you threw your shirt over your head and pulled on your underwear. 

“Because that’s what I did.” You froze as he continued, slowly moving your way as he spoke. “Why do you think I fucked Lori that night? Y/N, you told me you loved me and it scared the hell out of me. I was a popular, rich, Harrington… I was supposed to become my father. I was supposed to cheat, run a business, and make a ton of money by any means necessary.”

Stopping at your side, his fingers gripped your chin forcing you to turn and look at him. 

“All I wanted to do was run away with you… but I panicked and hurt you instead causing you to run away without me. Y/N, I knew I fucked up when I climbed through your window and you were gone. I lost the one person that actually gave a damn about me and who I genuinely cared about. I’d like another chance and I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I already do.”, you murmured as you buttoned your jeans and began walking down his stairs towards his front door.

“Oh, Y/N?”, he called nonchalantly.

“What, Steven!?”, you shout as you glare up at his still naked frame leaning over the second-floor banister. 

“You forgot your phone.”, he says calmly flashing you the screen that was currently illuminating a picture of you and your boyfriend as his call came through. Panic flowed through your entire body as his thumb moved the green dot. 

“Y/N’s phone, this is Steve Harrington.”

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[pjisskullourful]

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🦋Thomas × reader

NSFW 🚨 nasty explicit filthy playtime for adults

° Thomas Raggi/female reader insert

° they say sex ruins a friendship, thats why you've been avoiding your friend Thomas, waiting for this phase of being attracted to him to pass. is it truly just a phase?

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° inspired by a spicy audio

° [ITA:] principessa: princess

AKA thomas is besties w your brother& you thinks hes so fine -- AKA friends to loverrs -- AKA mutually secretly pining for eachother -- AKA thomas: *exists* - y/n: why does he have to be so hot around me?!

“So I’m not the last one awake.”

You looked up to find that Thomas was nudging your bedroom door further open. Your older brother’s best friend, you had expected that he would be passed out, along with the other guys that had come to your apartment for a place to crash after drinking the night away at their favourite bar.

Your brother, Ben was a great roommate - he was never late with paying his share of the bills and any disagreements that came up between the two of you were easily settled.

He always let you know when he was expecting guests, so you had known that some of his friends would be spending the night. It wasn’t a big deal, this had happened a few times before.

But you had been hoping to avoid spending any time alone with Thomas - a goal that you had been holding onto for the past two months. And you thought that you had succeeded. He had been out of sight and out of mind for you as you laid in your bed, lazily scrolling through the offerings on your Reddit homepage, planning to be asleep at any minute.

It hadn’t always been this way between the two of you. In the two years that you had known him, you had come to view him as a friend. He shared your love of The Simpsons, he was a worthy opponent in your favourite video games and he got your sense of humour. Typically, it wasn’t difficult to strike up a conversation with him. The two of you even shared a few inside jokes.

But right now you didn’t want to share a single thing with the guitarist. It was hard to not be annoyed at him for invading your calm, controllable solitude. And you were mentally cursing yourself for not shutting your door all the way.

“How come you’re still awake, principessa?” He asked, taking one step over the threshold and into your room. “It must be past your bedtime.”

You worked to keep your eyes on the screen of your phone, it didn’t matter that you weren’t finding anything interesting to read. “I can’t sleep.”

“Ah, and scrolling on your phone will definitely help that.” He said sarcastically.

“I would have guessed that you’d be a zombie just like the others.” You said.

“Designated driver.” He said.

“And now you’re the designated lurker in my bedroom.”

“First of all, I’m not in your room, I’m in the doorway.” He said. “And second of all, I’m not lurking. Your light got my attention when I was coming back from the bathroom, so I figured I’d say hey. It was pretty stupid of me to forget that you don’t say hey anymore, not since you started to hate me.”

This succeeded in tearing your eyes off of your phone, looking at the familiar blonde, as unfamiliar feelings rose up in you. “I don’t hate you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. So how come this is the most that you’ve said to me for the past two months?”

You sat up a little, unsure of how to answer this. There were so many things in your head and you were only willing to share a fraction of this with him. But you didn’t really know where to start. “Believe me, it’s not that I hate you- oh, at all.”

He took another step into the room. “Alright, hate was too strong of a word. But clearly you don’t like me very much, not like you used to. You’ve put all this distance between us. Do you remember how close we used to be, like literally close?”

This evoked vivid memories - hours spent on the couch together playing video games, usually as part of a group, but sometimes just the two of you. You would sit side-by-side, your leg pressed to his. More than once you had even sat in his lap, refusing to let him sit on the cold tiled floor when no other places were available. Then you had had Mario Kart or Super Smash Brothers to distract you.

But now you were without the luxury of a single distraction. You met his gaze, feeling less annoyed as more time passed.

“Did I do something?” He asked. “Because if I did something to piss you off, I’d really like it if you would let me apologise. I wanna get back to us being friends. Nobody gets my references the way you do.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He furrowed his brow. “So you just picked up this attitude towards me ‘cause you were bored, or something? I think that makes it worse.”

“I do not have an attitude with you.”

He laughed dryly. “Yes, you do. Come on principessa, just admit it. The only thing that hasn’t changed is the way that you check me out.”

You tried to keep your voice as firm as possible. “I do not check you out.”

He was smirking as he shook his head. “Deny one more thing, I fucking dare you.”

“Thomas…” You said, attempting to reclaim even a shred of authority in this situation.

“Keep your voice down. Jeez, do you wanna wake the whole building up?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, but inside you were cringing. You had always tried to keep your curious glances of him subtle, you only looked when you thought the coast was clear.

It’s not like you wanted to look, you weren’t actively trying to get drawn in by him. But those speedos that he wore to the beach left very little to the imagination, it was the kind of thing you couldn’t help noticing.

“If you don’t check me out on the regular, then why are you blushing so much?” He asked.

You didn’t have any defence to that, you were too intimidated to think of a sassy comeback. You looked down at your inactive phone as he took another step into your room. Silently, he closed the door behind himself.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed over checking me out. Because the only reason that I’ve noticed is because I’m so often checking you out.” He said and you raised your head a little. “What can I say? I’m a big fan of how you look in yoga pants.”

Now you were blushing even more - why hadn’t you ever recognised this? The thoughts that you knew you shouldn’t be thinking were gaining more power.

You could have brushed this comment off by calling him a pervert and turning the teasing around on him. But instead you were feeding those thoughts. Thoughts you typically entertained during these early hours of the morning.

“So, who’s gonna say it first?” He asked and you lifted your eyes to look at him. But you were too out of your depth to feel like you could speak. “You have a crush on me.”

You didn’t nod your head, nor did you deny his statement.

Instead you were thinking back to how it had started - a little over two months ago, at a Måneskin show. It hadn’t been your first time seeing him perform with his band. But it had been the first time of taking along your best friend, Domenica. During one of his guitar solos, he had come to the front of the stage, towards where you had been standing in the crowd. This had prompted Domenica to lean in, speaking into your ear.

‘Is he single?’ She had asked, thoroughly surprising you. ‘He’s not really my type, but just imagine what else he could do with those fingers…’

You hadn’t made that connection before. You knew he was a ridiculously talented guitarist, but you had never just watched how his fingers worked. At times almost too quick to keep up with, confident and powerful, hitting one flawless note after another without any hesitation.

It was seriously impressive. And, thanks to Domenica’s new insights, it was also seriously arousing.

She had taken the thoughts that you held of this man that you knew so well, and shifted it all. You had always known that Thomas was attractive, cute in his uniqueness. But now you had been forced to face the fact that you were attracted to him.

It had changed too much for you. And you hadn’t known how to act normally around him with all of this new clutter in your head. So you had made excuses, retreating as you hoped for this phase to pass.

But now everything was coming to light and you had no chance of retreating.

He was smiling, a look you were so familiar with. “I’m not used to this whole shy girl thing from you, it’s cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” You asked.

“Yeah, I have functioning eyes, don’t I?” He said, coming right over to your bed. “Can I sit down here?”

There was a desk chair that he could take up, or he could sit on the floor rug.

But you were quite taken with the idea of having him closer than that.

“I should’ve said something sooner, I never wanted you to think that I hated you, ‘cause I never did.” You said as he sat down towards the end of the bed. “If I had known that’s what you were thinking, I would’ve… But I didn’t know how to say it and I was scared of everything changing, so I just tried to deal… I should’ve said something.”

One of his hands was resting on top of the covers and you couldn’t help noticing that it was within your reach. It would be different to any of the other times you had casually grabbed his hand. It might lead to more.

“I’ve been wishing for you to say something, principessa.” He said. “Not because I was thinking that you hated me- although that definitely sucked. But because it was wasting our time. Do you know what we could have been doing in that time?”

You smiled as you watched him leaning in closer. “What?”

He raised his hand, applying it to your cheek, where his fingers stroked across your heated skin. “I’m sure you can use your imagination…”

He came in even closer, his hazel eyes moving down to your lips. You could smell the cigarettes on his breath as you tilted your head to the side. There was a feeling of warmth in your gut as you moved in closer as well.

When your lips met it was an instant rush of relief. Everything you had been trying to hold back and keep secret was now allowed to flow freely.

Everything that you had been feeling now made sense and you confidently moved with him to deepen the kiss. There weren't any awkward hesitations, it was all smooth movements as your lips got acquainted with his. You rested your hand on his knee, letting out a dreamy sigh when you felt his tongue caressing your lower lip. You eased your mouth open for him as his fingers continued to tenderly stroke your cheek.

Your heart was racing and you yearned for more when he gently broke the kiss. You rested your forehead to his, continuing to enjoy the warmth of having him so close.

“All this time, we could have been more.” He whispered. “Do you have any idea how many nights I wanted to sneak in here and have my way with you?”

“As many nights as me.” You said.

He had begun to stroke your arm. “More.”

“It’s not a competition.” You corrected him with a smile.

“Can I show you how much I’ve wanted this?”

You weren’t sure what he was going to say or do next. But you were looking into the face of a man that you trusted (a man that had earned your trust) and so you let the unknown excite you. You let the intimidation trickle into arousal. A cocktail that had you wholeheartedly investing in this situation.

You nodded your head and he boosted himself up onto his knees. You kept your eyes on his face as he picked up one of your hands, pulling it towards him. He gently guided your hand to his crotch, your fingers brushing against the coarse fabric of his jeans. You could feel the firmness that was currently concealed by the denim and it made your heart pound harder.

After so long of wondering, everything was finally being confirmed.

You kept your hand at the outline of his cock, beginning to explore what you could of the bulge. He let go of your hand, satisfied that you didn’t need any further instruction. Instead he put both of his hands to your cheeks, keeping your head tilted back as he leaned in.

Your lips met as you continued to move your hand up-and-down the front of his pants. His tongue glided into your mouth, moving confidently past your teeth. He set his tongue to the roof of your mouth, massaging and tasting you deeper. You rubbed his dick harder, setting into something of a rhythm as your mind got lost in a whirlwind of possibilities.

You wrapped an arm around his waist, wanting to have more of his body on yours. No other man had ever made you feel this hungry.

He dragged his tongue back along the roof of your mouth, towards himself. His tongue left your mouth as he refocused his efforts to just sucking on your top lip.

His hands left your face, in favour of travelling down your sides. He started to gather up the satin fabric of your nightie, the hem lifting.

“You look real fuckin’ cute in this.” He murmured against your mouth. “But I’ve got this sneaking suspicion that you’d look even better without it.”

You gave your consent by reaching both of your arms up, above your head. He smiled as he lowered himself down to eye-level with you again. With his hands full of pink satin, he moved the clothing off of your body. Your nipples were hard as they met the night air. Momentarily, your vision was blocked as he pulled the short nightgown over your head.

When you could see again, you found that his eyes were fixed on your breasts. He hurried to toss the nightie away, to free his hands for your breasts. His eyes were wide, appreciating every inch of bare flesh now on display for him.

His hands were warm, so were his lips as he pressed them to your neck. He held a breast in each hand, his fingers caressing the soft skin. He placed kisses all over your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, wanting to stay in this long-awaited embrace.

You slipped a hand up into his hair, grabbing for a selection of strands as he passed his thumbs over each very stiff nipple. His lingering kisses had moved lower, beginning to heat the area of your collarbones.

The desire was pooling between your thighs by the time his trail of kisses brought his mouth down to your breasts. You sucked in a quick breath as he wrapped his lips around a nipple. You gripped his hair tighter in your hand as you arched your back for him.

“Could I call…” You trailed off, laughing bashfully as you almost went back on your decision to make the request that was lit up in neon lights in your mind. “Would you be weirded out if I called you daddy?”

He looked up at you keenly. “Definitely not weirded out. I’d be turned on like crazy. Please call me that.”

You licked your lips as you gazed into his eyes. “Okay, Daddy.”

It fell so naturally from your lips, this name that you had been allocating to him in your fantasies.

His approval came through when he returned to your nipples, sucking more fiercely than before. Eager tingles spread through you as he worked his tongue all over the hard nub. Your other nipple was treated to attention from his capable fingers, giving it experimental squeezes and little twists.

His free hand went to your mattress, resting on the space behind your body. Then he was using his body weight to push into you, starting to get you to lean back. You went with this, ending up flat on your back underneath him. This was a position that you had imagined more than once.

He braced himself with both knees on the mattress. His wide eyes moved up to your face as he started to kiss his way off of your tits, moving lower. You lovingly pushed his hair back as you savoured the look in his eyes.

He kissed a trail down your body, his lips moving across your tummy. His eyes watched your face as he moved lower - potentially he was waiting for the moment when you asked him to slow down, or otherwise walked back your consent.

But that moment wasn’t going to come.

You were burning with anticipation, absolutely thrilled when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your butt, assisting him in the task of working the lingerie down. It was slipped over your ankles and then you were totally naked before him. The heat in your cheeks intensified as he took a moment to let his eyes roam freely over your body - what was he thinking and would he act on every desire?

He settled where he sat between your legs. He placed his hands up high on both of your thighs as he leaned down again. He resumed his earlier path, applying his lips to the area beneath your belly button.

Slow kisses delivered him lower, until his lips brushed against the hair that covered your pubic mound. Your tummy was filled with butterflies and he continued to kiss lower.

His lips parted and you were feeling his hot tongue on your skin. It slithered down, moving in between your labia majora until contact with your clit was made. It was like an electrical current racing through your system and an excited moan bubbled up on your lips.

He used two of his fingers to gently fold your lips back, allowing him clearer access to your clitoris. He took advantage of this, laying kisses down on the hood. Each collision to the tight bundle of nerves felt better than the last and you were soon grabbing for a handful of his hair.

You slumped back on the mattress with a whine as he began working his tongue against your clit. You tilted your pelvis as he pressed the flat of his tongue against the pulsing hood. Then he used the tip to draw circles all around it, sending so much blood pumping to this area. You flinched, your sensitivities greatly increasing in response to him quickly zig-zagging his tongue over the hood.

His tongue moved lower, tasting your soaked entrance. Your legs drifted further apart for him as he keenly ran his tongue up-and-down your slit.

“Good girl.” He rasped and the sound of his voice was just as enjoyable as his touch. “You have no idea how fucking amazing you taste.”

“Um, thank you?” You responded to his compliment you hadn’t been sure you would ever hear from him.

“And you’re just so…” He halted the progress of this sentence so he could give your slit a thorough lick. “...wet for me.”

“It’s not the first time.” You admitted, squirming a little.

“And it won’t be the last.” He said. “I’m gonna make sure of that.”

His tongue lapped at your entrance, before being followed by something that felt different. You raised your head from the pillow to watch as he buried a finger into your cunt.

Soon a second finger was moving inside of you and he returned his mouth to your clit. Your walls fluttered excitedly around him as his tongue began working the hood over again.

Your muscles clenched and the arousal took you deeper. This was far superior to any sensations you had been able to secure for yourself with your own fingers, or even the assistance of toys.

You moved both of your hands into his hair, instantly curling them into eager fists. He started to pump his fingers inside of you, stroking your sensitive walls in a way that had you squeezing your eyes shut. His tempo was so very promising, all the while he maintained that delicious pressure on your clit.

You started to move with him, too excited to simply lie still. You desperately rode his fingers, rolling your hips in time with him. Your mouth fell slack as you happily lost yourself to the intensity.

“Daddy…” You whimpered as you realised that you were facing daunting heights.

He guided you up closer to that edge by curling his fingers inside of you. You were starting to quake, seriously doubting how much more you could take.

Then the orgasm was erupting inside of you, more powerful than anything else. Your mouth fell open as you were carried away by the shock.

You wholly surrendered, falling limp on the bed. And he was still going - his fingers slower, but continuing to move as he placed kisses tenderly to your clitoris. Your mind was empty as you simply rocketed from one sensation to the next, gasping and writhing.

He pulled his fingers out and sat back, but the aftershocks continued to wreck you. You kept your eyes shut as you tried to come to grips with what had just happened. For the moment, it all felt so unbelievable.

“Baby, look at everything you’ve been depriving yourself of.” He said.

With a groan of effort, you slightly lifted your head from the pillow to look at him. “I know. I feel really stupid.”

“Yeah, you should.” He teased, prompting you to lightly kick his leg. ��Are you okay? Did you need me to get you anything, maybe some water?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Damn fine from my point of view.” He said.

You were still buzzing as you began to sit up, a smile on your face. “And from my point of view- you’re wearing far too much.”

“Is that what you think?” He asked, even as he put his hands down to the hem of his baggy T-shirt.

“Yep, it is.”

He tossed his shirt onto the floor, revealing what you had already seen before. Your interest went to where he was unbuckling his belt.

“There’s a popular theory that sex fucks up a friendship.” He said, wiggling out of his jeans.

Your eyes locked to where his boner strained against the fabric of his underwear. “Well I think that we should thoroughly fuck it up, like, all the way.”

He laughed and put his hands to your cheeks, manually redirecting where you were looking by gently tilting your head back. He was smiling as he brought you in for more kisses.

“Do you have condoms in here?” He asked.

You collected the protection from inside of your bedside table, handing it over. This prompted him to finally lower his underwear and your eyes widened as you took in a sight that you had only guessed at in the past. A tremble ran through your body as you tried to anticipate how it would feel to have that impressive dick inside of you.

He sat back once the condom was in place, resting his back against the wall as his eyes travelled over to you.

“Think you can take it, sweetie?” He asked - thankfully his tone was free from condescending.

You crawled over to him. “I’m dying to take it.”

He gave you a few kisses. “I like this enthusiasm. It’s so much better than the bratty attitude you’ve been giving me. And all it took to straighten you out was one orgasm.”

You silenced him by covering his mouth in kisses, nipping lightly at his lip, testing the bounds of what he would let you get away with. Your feistiness wasn’t reprimanded, instead he was pulling you closer. Between the feeling of his hands on your body and the wild ideas springing up in your mind, your cravings were recklessly rising.

Your plans of situating yourself in his lap were delayed by the movement of his hands and two words said into your ear: turn around.

You faced away from him and this was when you were brought into his lap. He slithered one arm around your middle and brought you in close, pressing kisses all over your shoulder as you got comfortable. You wiggled your butt against him, delighting in this new proximity.

He put a hand to your hip, the other reaching between you to grab his cock. His kisses to your neck lost some of their conviction as he instead concentrated on getting to your pussy. You were swollen and slippery for him, your soft lips parting around the head of his cock. He panted against the side of your neck as your cunt began to grip his penetrating length.

“Baby.” He whispered as you adjusted to his generous size.

You grinded back on it and turned your head to look at him. He captured your lips in a breathless kiss, his arm wrapping around your middle again, reminding you of just how secure you were. You leaned some of your body weight into him as he writhed beneath you.

You were sucking on his lower lip when he began to work his hips, setting the two of you into motion with his dick pumping into you. Between your sensitive walls, he stroked his cock, absolutely thrilling both of you. You were ecstatic to share this goal with him and your teeth grazed his lip as he began to find a tempo.

Before too long, he found a range of movement that he could lock into. He was getting more confident with each thrust. You could feel that tension gripping your body again, the intensity building as you met his every movement. You held onto his arm with both hands and your whimpers were being muffled by his mouth.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes carefully looking you over.

You smiled and kissed him. “Yes. Yes, I’m so good, Daddy.”

He was smiling back at you as he reached his available hand forward, placing it over your cunt. He licked his lips, maintaining his rhythm inside of you as his fingers got reacquainted with your folds.

Your hips jolted excitedly up in response to him pushing the tip of a finger up to your clitoral hood. Your eyes began to flutter shut but you saw the pleased look on his face as he used his finger on your wet clit. This resulted in your cunt clenching harder around him, your eagerness taking control.

You were growing even more receptive to his thrusting, with all of these sensations coming together for an overwhelming harmony. His fingers working on your clitoris were perfection, bewitching you with each masterful swirl.

It was addicting in the way that you wanted to enjoy it for hours, genuinely unable to recall a time when you had felt better. At the same time, you were very aware of the fact that you wouldn’t be able to take all of this for very long.

The stakes were raised again, when his next jerk got his tip directly up against your g-spot. A powerful spasming of your body was triggered and you bit down on your lip, restraining the whimper that wanted to develop into a yelp.

“Fuck, Daddy…” You whined as he kept on playing with your clitoris.

There were stars in your eyes as he finished every pump at your sweet spot. He panted heavily but his resolve couldn’t be shaken, he remained set in his amazing pace.

“Oh, Thomas…” You moaned as you felt the dawning of your next climax.

You didn’t know how close he was. Even though it would be magical to come together, there was nothing in you that would have allowed you to hold on.

And it only took a couple more pushes from him to get you to completion. It was an astounding freefall, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back.

“Good girl, good girl.” He was whispering into your ear as you slowly recognised that he had stopped moving. His fingers had eased off of your clitoris as he allowed you the time to come back to Earth.

“Oh. My. God.” You said through shaky breaths. You looked at him - in the haze of your afterglow, you were even more taken with him than before. “Did you…?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

He gave you a kiss. “But you got me so close. Do you wanna turn around and face me again?”

“Yep.”

You were attempting to not look like the clumsiest person in all of history as you turned yourself around in his lap. Making each movement carefully, you were able to keep him inside the whole time - wet sounds from your cunt accompanied this effort. His hands on your back helped you stay steady.

You rocked your body weight forward, leaning into him and capturing more kisses. You brought your hands to his cheeks, cradling his face as your lips worked together. The way that he stroked his hands up-and-down your back was so sweet, reinforcing those giddy tingles that your orgasm had inspired into your body.

“I’ll do all the work.” He murmured against your lips. “You just hold on and, you know, enjoy.” You were nodding your head as he came in for another kiss. “Do you think that you could- like, do you have another orgasm in you?”

You giggled through the slight intimidation this brought. “No, I don’t know if I could do more than two. I mean, I never have…”

“Okay.” He said, his voice so soothing. “That’s okay, that is okay, sweet girl.” He kissed you. “Just tell me if it gets too much.”

“I will.”

He placed his arms around your middle, keeping you close as he started to kiss you again. You moved a hand into his hair, your fingers lightly brushing against his scalp. You were sinking deeper into this embrace, with so much to savour you were soon moving past that feeling of just wanting to sleep post-climax.

When he started to move, it was slowly as he gave some time to testing just how much you could take. It was all hitting you on such a deep level that you couldn’t help moaning a little as your thighs clenched around him. Your mouth grew slack against his and he lavished attention upon your lower lip, continuing to hold you tight.

You were secure in his arms as he worked to find a rhythm. You began to move with him, trying to meet his rocks - even though each one felt like it could destroy you. You remained firmly in the grips of your aftershocks, and you wanted to get him to that same (almost unreal) place.

“Please come.” You quietly whined, seeing no reason to try to hide how needy you were feeling.

“You're gonna make me baby, you're gonna make me.” He said.

He was moving quicker than you, repeatedly jerking himself up into you. You began to get the feeling like you could burst again. You were just as excited as before as you started working your hips, trying to match his rhythm.

He moaned, holding you tighter as you began matching all of his thrusts. He got to finish his motions at a deeper point inside of you, your pussy spasming in response to this intense stimulation (which came on the back of so much unbelievable intensity).

He rested his head back against the wall, all of his energy going to keeping the lower half of his body moving. You watched his face, seeing expressions dawning for the first time. They were somewhat similar to looks you had seen him wear before. But they were distinct, in their own league, as you pulled different sensations out of him. The exertion wasn't typical, coming from a deeper place. You loved seeing them all, reinforcing just what you were doing to him. He was so sexy in his current honesty.

Your gut clenched as he got faster, now reckless in how he jerked his hips. All of your effort went into keeping up with him, even as it got daunting. You didn't know how long you could hold on like this. You whimpered as you writhed against his body.

“Fuck sweetie, oh fuck, fuck.” He spasmed into you one last time and you heard his breath hitch. He stayed buried in deep, grinding his hips on yours as he was overtaken by the wave of pleasure and delight.

You were too stunned to move, taking in the sight of him as he began to peel back from you. His chest rapidly rose-and-fell as he leaned back on the wall for support. Your own tingles began to fade away, the adrenaline no longer needed.

“Oh, fuck…” He croaked, his eyes very slowly blinking open. His eyes focused on you immediately and he tensed his arms around you to bring you closer. He bumped his nose against yours before kissing you. “That was so fuh… are you okay?”

You nodded. “I'm better than okay. I'm really happy we got that worked out, I didn't like not being friends with you.”

“Me too.” He smiled. “But this is like enjoying your company like never before.”

You gave him another kiss before starting to move yourself out of his lap. Your body felt very tender as you returned it to the bed, finding the most comfortable way to lay while also keeping your eyes on him.

“Do you need me to get you anything?” He asked.

“No, but will you stay with me?” You asked. “I promise I don't snore. I just wanna cuddle.”

“You could snore louder than a fuckin' semi-truck horn. There's literally nothing that could keep me from cuddling you, angel.” He said, starting to reposition and take up the space available beside your body.

You tucked your feet in under the blanket. “We’ll figure out how we're gonna explain this to everyone else in the morning.”

“They'll probably be passed out and hungover for a while tomorrow.” He said, an arm going around your waist as he got comfortable. “So that gives us more time for starting the day right, before we have to worry about anyone else…”

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Traintober Day 8: Squawk Shock

Written By: SparkArrester

Bill & Ben were feeling put-upon. A large order of china clay had caused them to be put in overtime, and the worst part of it was that they couldn't pull any jokes, japes, or good natured tomfoolery in days! Their manager tried to keep them calm and entertained, but as time went on, the urge for mischief grew in the twins.

“It’s terrible Bill!” Began Ben one night, “It took every pound of metal in my body not to reverse under the hoppers!”

‘I know!” Comforted Bill, “Life’s been so boring these past few weeks! It's a good thing there’s only a week or two of hard work for us! I’ve got a bucket-list of good stress relievers…”

“But Bill! I don’t think I can wait much longer! I have to do something!”

“...yeah, I definitely cannot wait anymore. We’re going down to Brendam tomorrow, but that begs the question: who shall be the victim…?”

The twins smiled deviously as they went over their targets. But as they went down the list, those smiles dissipated faster than a wisp of smoke. Timothy would be too easy, Marion would be oblivious to anything and everything, Cranky was low-hanging fruit, and BoCo would probably murder them. That left only one possible candidate without heading to the main-line.

“Are you sure Bill?

“Positive.”

“But when was the last time we got him?”

“The day we arrived.”

“That was 3 decades ago!”

“All the more reason to get him!”

The twins simply couldn’t fall asleep after that, and they stayed up all night, planning on a way to get Edward the Blue Engine.

The next morning, Edward was sizzling happily at the harbor station. He was just about to come off of his train and get to the sheds when, creaking and groaning, a line of trucks came crawling past him, with no engine to move them! Timothy, who was on the other line, yelped and banged into some wagons, but Edward just laughed.

“It’s been a while, you two! I can see you’re bringing your A-Game into this!”

Bill and Ben came out of their hiding place and snorted.

“Us, play tricks on you? Don’t be silly Edward.”

Of course, the expression on Ben’s face and the deadpan delivery betrayed everything.

“Come on you two, you’ll get a rest in a week or two! Surely you can wait that long!”

“No. No we can’t”

“So all bets are off then?”

“Yes. Yes they are.”

Edward just smiled.

“Ah well. Good luck to you two!”

“Thanks Edward!”

“Ben, shush!” 

The twins tried all sorts of tricks. They tried adding more wagon’s to Edward’s trains. They tried hiding themselves on his trains with their brakes hard on. They even tried making him a middle engine! But nothing seemed to work. Worse still, each of their schemes took a while to prepare with their workload, so half the time, Edward could guess what they were doing anyways. The twins weren’t the only ones on edge however. Edward was beginning to get tired of always being on guard for any of the twin’s tricks. It got to the point of affecting his work.

“You should stand your ground Edward.” said BoCo a few days later, “Or else it will never end!”

“I know BoCo… but”

“But nothing! I get that the twins need to let out some stress, believe me I’ve gone giddy seeing them scurry round, but boundaries must be set!”

As the two engines were discussing, another pair of engines were also scheming in the night.

“Should we do it?”

“Why not Ben?”

“It seems unfair to weaponize his weakness” “And your point is…?

“...Nevermind. But what about the clay pits? We left the work-half finished!”

“Eh, we can do it later! Now let's get some sleep!”

The next day, Edward was once again at the harbor station as he heard the whistles of Bill and Ben. He sighed and prepared for any tricks, but he was surprised to see something else.

“You two, what on earth are you doing?!”

Bill and Ben were not only pushing the train, but the train was unbraked with no brake-van and dangerously out-of-date stock. It seemed like they were desperate enough to just want a reaction. In that department, they certainly succeeded. But they were heading for trouble. With the trucks in front, they couldn’t see BoCo on their line!

“Watch out!” Shrieked Edward in an uncharacteristically shrill voice.

But it was too late, as both trains collided with one another!

Lucky for them, they didn’t hit BoCo, but rather his train, and being at the back of their train helped them escape any serious damage. But they had something else to deal with. Edward came up to them, but instead of yelling at them, he began belting out unintelligible hoots and squawking! It was a while before he started to speak actual words, and even then, he laid into the twins until they had the paint blistered off of them! BoCo just sat back in awe.

The twins had to stay and clear up the mess. They were looking forward to a nice rest back at the clay pits, but their manager immediately put them to work with the backlog they had left. I think it’ll be another three decades before they even think to play games with Edward again, don’t you?

[kiyoomology]

in another life ☆  ben hargreeves

genre: angst, ends on semi-fluff warnings: canon typical death + violence mentions summary: when you and the hargreeves arrive at the sparrow academy, you reunite with the last person you expected to see. notes: i think i am incapable of writing fluff, also part two is here!

you felt a laugh of relief bubble out of your throat, letting klaus and viktor pull you into a hug.

“we did it! we’re home!” you exclaimed, sending a grateful look towards five, who was the sole reason you were able to even return to 2019.

you entered the familiar living room, and your heart dropped into your shoes. why was ben in the painting above the fireplace and not five?

“guys, where’s five’s portrait?” allison questioned, voicing your internal thoughts. grief began to settle in your stomach as you stared at the portrait of your childhood boyfriend.

“dad, who the hell are these assholes?”

you had never spun around so fast in your life.

time seemed to freeze as you locked eyes with him. the man who had captured your heart so many years ago, and had taken it when he died.

the siblings, both sparrow and umbrella, were mumbling to each other, but your mouth felt like it had been wired shut. you were a good ten feet away from him, but you could still make out the scars that adorned his face, and your heart ached at the thought of him getting beaten up that many times.

you didn’t know whether to cry or to rejoice that he was right here, in front of you, alive. he wasn’t in ghost form, unable to talk to you unless klaus was around.

“is this some kind of fucking joke?” ben snapped, and you jumped at the absolute rage in his voice. you didn’t even realize that he was talking to you until he stormed over to you, keeping a bit of distance as he towered over you.

“is what a joke?” you asked, finding your voice although you felt like collapsing. ben’s eyes studied you for awhile, and you shrunk under his scrutinizing gaze.

“this isn’t a game. pretending to be her isn’t going to work.” he said, eyes softening for a split second before the anger took over again. you tried to piece together what he was saying, but nothing was making sense anymore.

“there’s no game, ben.” you choked out, somewhat desperately as you watched his features soften.

“how do you know my name?” he asked, and you took a risk, reaching out to gently hold his left cheek in your hand. a small sob left your lips as he reluctantly leaned into your touch, body still slightly stiff.

“i’ve loved you since i was like, ten. i could never forget your name.” 

ben’s facade completely crumbled as soon as he processed your words, and he carefully pulled you into his chest.

you were here, you were alive, you were with him.

you weren’t his version of you, because that version was dead. but you were still you, right?

“i’ve waited for this moment for years.”

“me too.”

[jimblejamblewritings]

heart has his heart | part 6.

Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You walked around with a huge basket on your arm as well as your school backpack, the bag filled to the brim with cute clear bags of tarts and a flower attached to each bag. The tarts were an old recipe from your mother’s chef. It never tasted amazing on the Isle due to lack of good ingredients but you used the basement kitchens at school with Auradon ingredients and they tasted amazing. You were obsessed and baked them all the time. You went around handing everyone you passed a bag.

“Have a nice day!”

“Will do. Thanks for the makeover by the way, Heart.”

“No problem, you look fabulous. I can really say the change in your walk.”

Evie may have have been the fashion master, and Mal had hair covered, but neither of them could touch a candle to your confidence classes. Although, Evie did sometimes chew your ear off about constantly cutting holes and slits into her outfits.

All the students you passed were pleasantly surprised with the treats. You saw all of the VKs around Mal’s locker, as well as Moetini, Ben, Audrey, and Chad approaching.

“I made tarts!” You announced to everyone.

“Blueberry or strawberry?”

You held up two bags. The strawberry tarts had a classic heart shaped cut out while the blueberry cut outs were shaped like spades. Daisies were the flower that was in each bag. You handed everyone a bag, even Audrey and Chad took one.

“Oh my God. What is all this?” Moetini asked in shock.

“You’re such an Auradon girl,” Mal said.

You gasped. “I am not. I just like these…”

“Sorry, Heart. I do believe you’re an official Auradon girl.” Ben took one of the bags holding the strawberry tarts. “No one should complain though if Auradon girl means we get free cookies then sign me up.”

You snatched his cookie out of his hand. “Take that back.”

“Is being an Auradon girl that bad?”

“I’m a VK. I was made to grow up on the Isle, don’t try to erase that.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say you weren’t from the Isle, you just act so different.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s great. Just not the typical VK.” Ben motioned to the others behind you.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, really (Y/N).”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Ben panicked and tried to wipe your tears.

“Whoa, whoa. I’m so sorry. (Y/N)? (Y/N)?”

You slipped fresh bag of the strawberry tarts into Ben’s hands before looking up at him smiling through the tears. “I can’t believe you fell for that.”

“Not funny, Heart. I thought I really hurt you.”

“I mean I’m not an Auradon girl but nothing you said bothered me. Here, I know you like the strawberry but the blueberries are a personal fav. My dad can attest to that, used to be his favorite.”

You handed him another bag of tarts. You turned to the other VKs.

“Time for Goodness Class. Let’s roll out.”

Mal slung her arms around you and Evie’s shoulders, the boys tagged along close behind.

“Hey, Princess Rotten!”

“Yes, Prince Loser?”

You turned around as best as you could with Mal’s arm still around your shoulder.

“You coming to the Tourney game this Friday?”

“I wouldn’t miss Carlos and Jay playing for the world, and the whole team all the guys have been working really hard. I know you’ll do great too, Chad.”

“You do know I’m on the team too, right?”

“Oh… you are?”

“Forget it, Benny-Boo. Let her go to her class. She doesn’t care.” Audrey grabbed Ben’s arm.

“Just wanted to know if after the game you wanted to come out for ice cream with Chad, Audrey, and I.”

“Can Moetini and the VKs come along?”

“Yeah, totally. Bring whoever you want.”

You made a little hmph noise and turned back around to head to class. You, Evie, and Mal started to walk in a funny way where you cross your legs over the person next to you’s legs as you moved.

“So is that a yes?!” Ben yelled as you walked off.

“I’ll think about it!” You yelled back not even looking at him.

“Oh, this spell is going to be too easy,” Mal said as you and the VKs kept walking. You rolled your eyes as they all laughed.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Are we sure we can we really do this?” Carlos asked.

You guys were in the dorms’ basement kitchen that was available for late night snacks. Mal had found a recipe for love potion cookies.

“No, we are not but do we have a choice?” Mal stirred the batter.

“A love potion though? Is it even going to work? Do I really have to do it?”

“If it makes you feel better just think of it as a little booster, (Y/N). Ben’s already in love with you, we’re just helping it move quicker.”

“He’s not in love with me.”

“And I’m not MVP on the tourney team,” Jay piped up.

“He’s not in love with me you guys. He has a girlfriend. And, furthermore, I’m not in love with him. We’re friends.”

The VKs said nothing but you could tell from their faces that they didn’t believe you. You petted Dude’s head and slumped down a little. They were seeing things, things that weren’t there. There was nothing between you and Ben.

“Anyway, we need a tear. A real, sad one.”

“Okay, so let’s chop up an onion and get you a tear,” Carlos said.

“We need a tear of human sadness. This potion’s the best reviewed. We’re following it exactly.”

“A tear’s a tear.” Jay chimed in.

“Actually, no.” Evie handed Mal the bag of flour. “They both have antibodies and enzymes but an emotional tear has more protein-based hormones than a reflex.”

“Well, look at you.”

Evie smiled proud of herself. Just then, Lonnie strolled in looking for a late night snack. Everyone scrambled to look natural as Mal tried hide her spell book under the egg carton.

“Oh hey guys. Mal, all the girls want you to do their hair! Midnight snack, too?” Lonnie looked at the bowl of cookie dough. She stuck a finger in to grab a bite before the VKs could stop her. Jay took this as his opportunity to try and flirt with her.

“Hey, there.”

“Umm, hi?”

You snorted. Sometimes, watching Jay fail at one of the things he did best was oddly comical. There was something satisfying about seeing a girl not fall for the charm, it also meant that you really needed that tear for the potion to work.

“Do you think it’s missing something?” Mal asked Lonnie.

“Could use some chips?”

“Chips?”

“Chips. Like chocolate chips. Like your mothers would make when you were feeling down about the world?” Lonnie couldn’t help but shed a tear as she realized they didn’t have it easy on the Isle. Mal quickly wiped her tear and plopped it in the batter.

“We’ll be fine Lonnie, thanks for stopping by. Don’t forget your snack! Evil Dreams.”

“Oop, almost forgot. Thanks. See you guys tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late.” And with that Lonnie left the five of you to finish making the love potion cookies.

“Let’s hurry up before another person comes in.”

“Agreed.”

~~~~~~~

You opened and shut your scissors multiple times close enough to his head that Ben could hear it. The noise made him duck and shut his locker, making you laugh.

“I wasn’t joking when I said keep those things away from me. I don’t need any more of your design ideas.”

You belted the scissors.

“I thought you liked the shorts I made?”

“I can just buy shorts if I really want some.”

“But you know what you can’t buy?”

“I’m both excited and scared to find out the answer to your question.”

“Tada!” You held up the bag of Mal’s chocolate chip cookies.

“Not tarts? I’m shocked.”

“Not tarts but definitely hot sauce free, I promise. Royal promise. It’s a pre-game snack.”

“Oh, royal promise, she means business… but I’m not really supposed to eat sweets before our big games.”

You looked over Ben’s shoulders to see the other VKs watching. Watching you fail.

“Can’t break the rules even a little bit? You know you want one.”

“I mean, yes, I do. But, no can. I really shouldn’t before the game, hence the ice cream afterwards which you still haven’t given me a reply to.”

“Yeah, I’m coming. So are the others.”

“Awesome. See you afterwards, then. Sorry ‘bout the cookies. I’ll try some next time.”

“Yeah, see you later loser.”

“You too, punk.”

You walked over the small distance to Mal’s locker where the others were waiting giving you questioning looks. You just shrugged your shoulders.

“I mean, what were we thinking, (Y/N)! He would never eat the cookies!” Mal said obnoxiously loud.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled.

“Yeah, (Y/N). Someone probably warned him about constantly accepting sweets from a villain kid!” Carlos chimed in.

You finally caught on, this seemed so trivial. You spoke up loud enough so Ben could hear.

“Yeah, you’re right guys. Every Auradon parent probably teaches them that. It was only a matter of time before they stopped accepting my tarts.”

“It’s okay! We’re here for you, (Y/N)! We’ll eat them if you like!” Mal yelled.

She smiled at you and you could only assume that meant Ben was coming up behind you. It actually worked?

You pulled out the cookie from the bag, pretending to get ready to eat it. Ben appeared right behind you, putting a hand on your waist to balance himself as he grabbed the cookie from you and took a huge bite.

“See, it has nothing to do with trusting you. I meant it about the game, oh wow this is really good, it’s so chewy so, so… (Y/N)… have you always had such pretty eyes?”

“How you feeling, bro?” Jay whispered in Ben’s ear.

Ben was staring intensely into your eyes and it made you want to divert your attention elsewhere. He smiled at you.

“I feel… I feel like singing your name, Heart!” Ben yelled. Jay shushed him.

“I think it worked,” you said wide-eyed as you took the cookie from Ben’s hand and put it back in the Ziploc bag.

(Part 7)...

[mountswhore]

Hey girl, me again 🥺I’ve had this idea in my head for ages 🤔 based off the song ‘Polaroid’ by Liam Payne Mason Mount on holiday with the boys in Mykonos, him and the boys befriend a small group (reader and friends) bassically a holiday fling between reader and Mason but he never actually gets her name or anything just a few ‘Polaroid’ pictures of them both, few months later he’s been trying to find her but can’t and the lads convince him to post it on Instagram with the caption “Instagram do your thing” after a while he notices numerous different people (her friends) tagging the reader in it and turns out it’s her and sends her a message. Thankyou sweet cheeks 😎💙

aaahh bestie this is such a good idea

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — mason mount

summary: mason can’t find the girl he had a fling with last summer, so he takes to the internet to find you.

notes: my requests are open, ask away!

for @yourmypurpose

Winning the Champions League was supposed to be a feeling like no other, a feeling that you’d remember for the rest of your life. But Mason felt deflated, he felt like the world was closing in on him and he could do nothing but watch it happen. Even his friends noticed his awful mood, they’d gone from watching him run around the pitch with the trophy, with a smile nobody could take away from him, to this; a man not wanting to leave his bedroom, let alone his house. His career was the only thing he was doing well in, his girlfriend left him, he would just train, come home to an empty house, sleep, and repeat. It wasn’t a life worth living.

“It’ll be fun,” Declan pleaded, following his best friend into his living room, “it’ll be the perfect chance to get away from everything, from work, from the UK, from your ex.” He spoke the last part quietly, yet Mason still heard and shot his friend a glare as he sat on the couch.

“I’ll think about it.” Mason mumbled, reaching for his PlayStation controller and turning his console on. Declan was trying to get Mason to come to Mykonos with a few of the Chelsea boys, as a celebratory vacation after winning the Champions League. But he wasn’t budging.

“You say that, but you never do. Come on, if it doesn’t lift your mood, you can take the next flight home.” Declan was trying to reason with his friend, to do anything in order to get this man out of his sweatpants and into some swim shorts. This holiday was all Mason needed to get back into his rhythm, to realise you don’t need a girlfriend to be the best version of yourself, to realise he was Mason fucking Mount.

The look on Mason’s face was completely readable, a smile appearing on Declan’s face. Declan jumped onto his friend, cheering and shaking him vigorously. “You won’t regret this, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

Mason found himself in his plane seat, earphones on, and on the way to Mykonos. Greece had always been one of his dream destinations, it was one of the places he’d planned on going to with his ex. Shaking his thoughts from his head, he’d drowned himself in the music. Waiting for the next three hours to be over.

The villa was lovely, the view from his room was even better. He felt himself smile just a little, hopeful for this holiday. He’d spent the first day enjoying the food of Greece, visiting the beach, taking in the place he was staying. Every time the negative thoughts would try to push in, memories of his previous vacations with his ex, he shut it down. He forced a smile and laughed with his friends, hoping they didn’t see through this façade.

It was tiring. Getting back from a busy day and then being told there was a club in town. Having to force that smile back onto his face once more. He still dressed appropriately for the night ahead, pre-gaming with his friends before heading out to this club. It was only 8pm and it was packed, the place had an outside terrace, which didn’t seem so crowded.

Drink after drink, rounds of shots, drinking games with his friends and a few randomers. It was wild. Mason was finally beginning to let go of it all; his negative thoughts weren’t affecting him right now. It was pure bliss.

“Mase,” Declan called out, gesturing to him on the other side of the bar, “wanna play beer pong? These guys need another group.” Mason just nodded along, looking over to the group he was referring to. It was a group of four, just like them, but he’d locked eyes with you for the first time.

Throughout the game, you constantly had a smile stuck to your face, brighter than anything he’d seen before. It was the infectious type of smile, one that spread to his face too. The drinks had done a number on his movement, almost stumbling to the terrace, where only a few people sat. He took in the cool air, resting his head back onto the wall behind him.

“You good?” You questioned, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He quickly opened his eyes, turning his head to face you. There you were again.

“I’ve had a lot to drink,” Mason mumbled, breathing heavier than usual, “your twin looks so much like you.” You just laughed, understanding how much he’d had to drink. You had also had a lot to drink, but clearly Mason didn’t handle alcohol well.

“Here,” you instructed, holding his hand out for him and placing a cup into his hand, “it’s water, drink it.” You watched as he did so, downing it rather quickly and slamming it onto the table beside him. “Do you remember your name?”

“Yes, it’s Mount. Mason Mount.”

“Well, Mount, Mason Mount, do you remember where you’re staying? I think it might be an idea to get you home.” You spoke, the cool air sobering you up almost entirely. Mason’s head was getting droopy, you’d seen this all before, he was inches away from snoozing on your shoulder. You just giggled at him and stood up, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him up.

“We walked here from our villa, it’s a silly looking one. One with the pool shaped like a love heart.” You hummed, not knowing which one exactly, so his information rendered useless. He was leaning against you as you both walked back into the club, spotting his friends again.

“Hey, he’s had a lot to drink. I was going to walk him home but the only thing he said about the villa was that the pool was heart-shaped.” You laughed to his friend, who you’d learnt was called Ben. Mason was looking around the club, the multi-colored lights making his eyes squint in pain. This was the beginning of his hangover, he knew it was only going to get worse from here.

Ben had been kind enough to give you the villa address, and a key, so you made your way to the location. It was weird how trusting they were, for all they knew, you could be a psycho thief. You’d gotten to the villa, after an awful walk up the hill, and placed him on the couch. You didn’t even want to look at their stairs, let alone take Mason up them.

“I’ll stay here until your friends get back,” you spoke quietly, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over the half-asleep Mason, “night, Mason.”

“You never said your name.” He stated, craning his head to look at you as you sat on the opposite couch.

“Y/N.”

Declan had gotten back, wanting to arrange another outing together, a bit less boozy than a club. And here you were, on your way to spend the day on a boat. You’d brought your polaroid camera with you, hoping to get some nice pictures with your friends before you go home in a few days.

“You’re back.” You spoke, sitting beside Mason as the boat started to move. He smiled at you, handing you a flute of a sparkly liquid, which you’d taken without complaining. “Having fun so far?”

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m seeing you again. I don’t really remember much from last night apart from your face.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You blushed, hiding it with your hands and reaching for your camera.

“What do you say to a picture? To remember this moment.” You suggested, holding the camera up at the two of you. Mason’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you in closer with a smirk on his face. You just smiled your usual, bright smile, and let the photo develop.

The day was spent enjoying the view, jumping off the boat multiple times, finally making your way back to the docks when the sun began to set. Everyone was sitting on the front of the boat, taking in the last few hours of the sun on their skin, whilst you and Mason were at the back together. Away from the sun, completely alone. You laid beside him, your eyes shifting to look at him every few seconds.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He retorted, poking his tongue out at you as you laughed, shoving his leg slightly.

“Oh, I already have.” You replied wittily, holding the polaroid up to show him. It was quite a creative picture, actually. His skin was tanned, muscles perky, the sun hitting him in all the right places. He was very handsome, you could only imagine the job he had back home.

“Hey, give that,” Mason chuckled, reaching for the polaroid but you’d held it away from him. He leant over to you, hand out to grab it, but you’d both been focused on something else. How close your lips were. You could feel the other’s breathe, it was straight out of a movie the way Mason grabbed your waist and closed the gap between the two of you. He was pulling you down with him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. This was an Oscar-worthy kiss.

You knew you wouldn’t see these boys again, as you didn’t have long before you returned back to the UK. So, as you were grabbing your things, you’d flicked through the polaroid's from today, finding the one of you and Mason.

“Here,” you spoke, holding the polaroid out for him to take, “I thought you’d like it. And it’s a way of remembering your time here, and the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.” You joked, but Mason really felt that way. You were the most gorgeous girl he’d laid eyes on. He came on this holiday thinking it would depress him even more, but he found fun in you.

“Trust me, I won’t forget a face like that.” He replied, placing the polaroid into his wallet and smiling. “See you,” he whispered against your neck as you hugged, one last time, “someday.”

It had been two months since he’d returned from holiday, back to work, but more importantly, back to his old self. He enjoyed going to work, coming home, and spending time with his friends. He saw beauty in his mundane life again. But he missed you. He never thought he’d miss a two day fling with a random girl on holiday, it wasn’t even a fling, The pair of you hadn’t hooked up, only shared a kiss. But it was a good kiss, an unforgettable kiss.

“Have you searched her name up?” Declan asked, relaxing into the corner of Mason’s couch, rolling his eyes as Mason opened his wallet up for the fifteenth time that day. The boys were round for their frequent game day, a day Mason looked forward to.

Mason shook his head, slightly embarrassed to have forgotten your name, in his defense, he was out-of-this-world drunk. “I don’t remember it, I was hammered. Plus, I’m sure there’s at least a thousand people in this country who share her name.”

“Post the picture on Instagram, people always find people on there, it’s creepy.” Ben added, laughing at the end of his statement. It was a good idea, but was he ready to put it out there that he’d moved on, only for his ex to be mentioned in his comments again? Were you worth all of those nasty comments?

He’d posted the polaroid that evening, with the caption:

‘Instagram, do your thing.’

You had received a call from your brother, just as you were heading up to bed. Strange, you thought, your brother only called if he had some ridiculous news. You’d answered it, sitting on your stairs as he spoke.

“Did you meet anyone on holiday?” He questioned, your mind instantly flicking back to your memories with that man. The kiss on the boat, the horrible walk up the hill, the fighting over a polaroid.

“Why’s that your business?” You questioned, running up your stairs and grabbing the polaroid's from your bedside table and flicking through them.

“It’s my business when I’m scrolling through Instagram, only to find a Chelsea player has posted a picture of you and him.” He mentioned, voice raising in disbelief as he finished his sentence. You furrowed your brows, Chelsea player?

“Chelsea player? Chelsea, as in the football team you follow?” You wondered, opening Instagram to find this man’s account. You’d forgotten his name, curse your horrible memory. “What’s his name again?”

“Mason Mount,” he recalled, and you were kicking yourself for not remembering his silly James Bond introduction. Finding his account, you’d seen his recent post. It was your polaroid. The one you’d given him the last time you’d seen each other, he was looking for you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, scrolling the comments and seeing everyone compliment you. How did you manage to run into this man and not remember his face? Or his name? The amount of times your family had mentioned how A1 he was on the pitch, how happy they were when Chelsea had won the Champions League.

“That’s not me,” you lied to your brother, knowing there was no way of escaping this now, everyone you knew would be able to tell it was you.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N,” he laughed on the other end of the phone, as you were frantically shoving the polaroid's back into your drawer, “I don’t know anyone else who uses a polaroid camera.”

“Should I text him?”

“You’d be an idiot not to.”

After ending the call with your brother, you sat in Mason Mount’s inbox for over an hour, unable to send him a message. Was there a right thing to say? Was ‘hi’ not enough for the man you’d left a mark on? Throwing away all of your conflicting thoughts, you sighed and just sent the word, ‘hey’. It didn’t take long for him to get back to you, so over the moon that he’d found you.

Mason: I can’t believe it worked, I actually found you.

Turns out my brother follows you and saw the picture, small world?

Mason: Chelsea fan, huh?

Guess so.

Your conversation lasted until the early hours of the morning, you promising Mason a proper date when you were both free. He had training the next day, but how could he sleep when he now knew you. He now had your Instagram, so he could talk to you, instead of staring at the polaroid in his wallet a million times a day.

[darling-i-read-it]

Whatever It Takes

Fate Part 2

Series Masterlist

Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: violence, re2 spoilers, guns, blood, ‘death’,

Author’s Note: Literally, as much as I love resident evil 2 I am so excited for resident evil 4 lmao. Just a reminder that I know Leon’s in darkside chronicles but I haven’t played that quite yet so when I do, I will go back and do a part 2.5 if I have to! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this part as much as I did!

Summary: You follow Ada Wong and eventually make it out of Raccoon City with Leon.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

I use some dialogue directly from the game so it may sound familiar

(not my gif)

Ada listened to the tape intently. You and Leon shared a glance as she did so, unsure if you should actually be giving her the information. But it didn’t seem like much to you. Ada hadn’t failed you so far.

“Is that the intel you needed?” you asked.

“Unfortunately no. Ben didn’t come through,” she explained, annoyed.

“Well what exactly are you looking for?” Leon questioned.

“More info on the people responsible for this mess,” she said evenly. You admired her. She seemed to have it together, even here in the middle of this mess. You could probably watch her fight people for hours and not get bored. The heels were a fashion choice but it didn’t look to be bothering her in the slightest.

“What about you two? Trying to save the world with love?” You scoffed and Leon scratched the back of his neck.

“We’re trying to bring help to the police station,” you said. “And we aren’t in love.”

“Could’ve fooled me. I think it adds a bit of pizazz to the situation,” she said, kneeling in front of a door to one of the shops. She worked at the lock of the gun shop.

“I’m gonna look for ammo,” you said, stepping inside. Leon nodded.

“I’ll scout the way.” He jogged forward toward the door out. Ada lingered, waiting for him to do the job she didn’t want to do. She turned to you.

“Known each other long?”

“We just met today actually,” you admitted, surveying the shelves. There were a couple lone bullets that you pocketed. You offered some to her but she shook her head. “Have you been able to find Annette?”

“Still looking,” she admitted.

“If I run into her, I’ll point her your way. What did she do?” She scoffed.

“What didn’t she do?”

“Don’t move!” You and Ada heard the sound of a man that wasn’t Leon and both of you took out your gun. You walked around the corner and saw a man pointing a shotgun at Leon.

“I’m just passing through. I’m gonna ask you to lower your weapon.” Police talk. If you weren’t all in danger of the man with the gun then you would have smiled. He would have been a good officer.

“Like hell you are! You’re gonna turn around and come back the way you came!” You took the safety off on your gun.

“I think your daughter needs help sir,” Leon said. You turned the corner and lifted it to him. Ada watched you curiously. You clearly weren’t trained with a gun. She figured you would stay back and let her go forward to help Leon but you jumped forward before she was able to.

Ah emotions, Ada thought. They always fail us. How predictable.

“Drop your gun,” you said, trying to make your voice sound hard. Ada came out from behind you and pointed her gun at the little girl but the man jumped in front of Ada’s gun.

“No!”

“We have to terminate her before she turns,” Ada said.

“Terminate? That’s my fucking daughter!” he said. You looked at the little girl behind him. She looked like she was already a zombie. Leon lowered his gun.

“Ada...just let them be,” he said. You looked to him. But you understood. Why not just kill the little girl, put her out of her misery? Leon gave you a look and you lowered your gun slowly. Ada didn't listen that quickly. She finally lowered her gun and the man nodded, turning back to his daughter.

“I told you to stay inside,” he whispered as he shut the door behind him and her.

“You know, it’s one thing to keep the truth from us but why him?” Leon asked. He had an anger in his voice you hadn’t heard from him yet. “I want to find out whatever’s happening here. And stop whoever’s behind it,” he said. “Helping people like them - that’s why I joined the force.” Ada looked hard at Leon.

“My mission is to take down Umbrella's entire operation. We may not make it out,” she explained.

“Whatever it takes to save this city - count me in,” Leon said. He looked to you. “Listen, I understand if you just want to find Claire and leave. When we see her next, the two of you can go and leave this damn city. If I see Chris I can send him your way.” You looked over at Ada. She had that neutral look on her face. You couldn’t get over how brave she was. How brave Leon was. You were scared shitless. You didn’t want to be here anymore, you wanted out of Racoon City and out of this whole mess.

But you looked into Leon’s eyes and knew what you had to do.

“Leon, I'm not leaving you. Someone has to be here to save you,” you said lightly. He had put up a good front but both you and Ada could see the sigh of relief he released when you said that.

“Alright you two. Let’s move,” Ada said. She was happy to have you there. You could do the things she didn’t want to. “Have you heard of the Umbrella Corporation?”

====

You, Leon and Ada had been walking for what seemed like ages. You had run into reptiles and more zombies on your search for Annette which was starting to make you regret your decision to come along with them. You wondered where Claire was. You hoped she was fairing better than you.

Ada had explained it all to you, at least most of the things she knew. Umbrella, how they sold the virus that made bioweapons. All this, happening right under everyone's nose. It made you sick.

Leon opened the next door in front of both of you, acting like you couldn’t handle yourselves. On the other side was finally another person. Blonde, wearing a lab coat. You guessed this was Annette.

“Identify yourself!” Leon said. Police officer Kennedy.

“Annette Birkin,” Ada said. You were all pointing your guns at her.

“She’s who we’re looking for?” Leon asked.

“Looks like the description Ada gave,” you said.

“Not much time,” Annette muttered. “Need to dispose of it.”

“We’re here for the G-Virus,” Ada said.

“That’s not going to happen,” Annette promised.

“I’m warning you doctor!” Ada said.

“Oh yeah?” You didn’t like the sound of that. Annette took something out of her pocket and tossed it on the dead body she had been kneeling beside. It lit on fire.

“Stop!” Ada yelled, running after her. Gunshots rang out and you quickly hid behind the wall as Leon jumped forward, blocking Ada with himself. They both fell over. “Wasn’t expecting that from a scientist,” she muttered as Leon got off her. Leon groaned and you looked down at him.

“Go, don’t let her get away,” he whispered. Your eyes went wide as they landed on his blood soaked shoulder. You rushed over to him, falling to the floor beside him just as he passed out. You put your hand on his shoulder.

“We need to get it wrapped up,” Ada said.

“Damn vest. Never where I need it to be,” you muttered. “Is he gonna be okay?” you asked, turning to her. She looked over at him. She took off her sunglasses, letting you see her eyes for the first time. You had no doubt she was beautiful without the glasses but it still hit you like a sack of bricks.

“Yes.” You had your hand pressed firmly against Leon’s shoulder, your other hand holding his head above ground. You grabbed one of the bandages you had found in the station and carefully wrapped it around his shoulder. You weren’t great at it but it kept the pressure. Ada took off her trench coat, revealing a red dress underneath.

“You have somewhere to be after this?” you asked, laughing.

“I never go anywhere looking less than amazing,” she said and she sounded genuine. You decided not to push. She handed you the jacket, gesturing to Leon. You put it over him like a blanket.

“I have to go and find Annette, there’s no time to wait.” You nodded.

“Do you want me to come?” She sensed you wanting to stay with him instantly. Despite having met Ada a mere two hours after you had met Leon, you had still met him first. You felt you had a responsibility to keep him safe. You wanted to keep him safe.

“Stay with him till he wakes up. Then come find me,” she said. “Keep him safe.” You nodded.

“Ada?” you said before she walked off. “You be safe.”

It had been a fat minute since someone wanted Ada to be safe. She knew she was lying to you. Once everything was said and done, she would take the sample if you got it before her. But you and Leon trusted her and wanted her to be safe. She gave you a small smile, a genuine smile and nodded.

“I’ll see you both soon.”

She walked down the hall, leaving you alone with Leon. You turned to him, his face at peace as he slept. You put your hand on his.

“Wake up soon. We got work to do Kennedy.” You noticed your necklace on his vest and smiled gently. You tucked it inside his shirt and rested beside him.

Now to figure out how to clean this gun.

====

You had almost fallen asleep when you felt Leon stir beside you. You jerked yourself awake and turned to him. His eyes fluttered open and he put his hand on his bandage. It was holding up pretty well. You met his eyes.

“Y/N,” he breathed. He looked around. “Where’s Ada?”

“She went to get Annette. Told me to stay here with you until you woke up,” you explained.

“I’m awake.”

“Hey, are you feeling alright? You kind of got shot.”

“Yeah,” he said. He put his hand on his arm gingerly. “I got shot,” he muttered. “That’s something I’ve never been able to say before.” You nodded, laughing gently.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’ll live. Come on, what if Ada needs us?” You nodded. You stood up and offered him your hand which he took. You hoisted him up. “Why would she tell you to stay? You’d be more useful to her out there.”

“Probably thought I would get in her way. Or maybe she sensed that I didn’t want to leave you alone when you’re out cold,” you said. He smiled.

“Thank you for watching over me.”

“Anytime Kennedy. But it seems we have another puzzle to solve if we want to get to Ada so we should probably focus.”

===

After more time than either of you cared to admit, you were able to get down to where Ada was. She looked injured as she sat down on the ground. You both rushed down to her. As you slowed next to her you noticed something coming out of her leg.

“I was getting worried there for a sec,” she muttered. “I can’t get it out.”

“I don’t know if I should-” Leon started. Ada looked at you.

“Do it. I can’t walk like this.” You nodded curtly and put your hands on the jagged piece of debris. You pulled it out and she winched. Leon was already ready with the bandages. “I can do that myself,” she said but Leon still did it anyway.

“What do we do now?” he asked.

“Get yourselves out of here, while you still can,” Ada said. You scoffed.

“We aren’t just going to leave you here,” you told her.

“You don’t understand, this situation is worse than I thought,” she said. You shrugged.

“Then we’ll figure it out together. We’re already knee deep in this.”

“You protected us,” Leon said. “Now it’s our turn.” Ada smiled.

“Didn’t realize we were keeping score,” she muttered. You snuck a smile. You stood up and she grabbed your hand as you hoisted her up.

“Grab onto my shoulder,” Leon said.

“Don’t push it rookie,” Ada muttered. You smiled, sharing a glance with Leon. You both liked her. It was probably going to be the wrong thing to do, you could feel it but you liked her anyway. Leon on the other hand didn’t seem to feel any apprehension toward her. “We need to get to the NEST. It’s below us, that’s where all the virus samples are,” Ada explained. “You guys up for that?”

“I think I can fit it into my schedule,” Leon said. “Y/N?” You nodded, holding up your gun.

“I think my aims getting better but I still gotta practice.”

“Come on, we got work to do,” Ada said.

“Yes ma’am.”

====

Ada concluded that, as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t keep going with her leg like the way it was. She handed you a wristband and made you and Leon promise to get the sample. She made you understand that once that sample was there, she would be back working with the FBI. You didn’t exactly trust that but you couldn’t bring her along.

You and Leon had gotten into a nice working partnership. You walked together, upgrading the wristbands and finding the parts you needed to create the sample.

“I was meant to have a partner when I joined the force,” Leon said, out of nowhere. You had just got done explaining everything you had done to each other back, just to make sure you were doing things right.

“Do you know who it would have been?” you asked. He shook his head.

“No, they hadn’t assigned anyone to me yet.” He looked over at you. “They wouldn’t have been as good as you thought,” he concluded. You scoffed.

“Leon, I learned to use this gun a whole five hours ago.”

“Has it really only been five hours?” “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t bring a watch. But regardless, you would have had someone fully equipped to deal with all this.” You gestured around you.

“No, no I think it works,” he said. “If there was someone equipped for all this I wouldn’t have as much fun.”

“You think this is fun?”

“Well I think it would be miserable if you weren’t here.”

“Well we can thank Claire for that one,” you said. You put your hand on his arm and he met your eyes. They were wonderful to look into. “Leon if we don’t make it out of this-”

“We’re gonna make it out of this,” he promised. “You, me, Claire, Ada and Chris.” You smiled.

“Leon, you're genuinely the best person I know,” you said, laughing. “And if I don’t make it out of this, I want you to know that.”

Your eyes lingered, locked on each other for just a moment too long. A zombie broke your thoughts. You turned around and shot it once in the head.

“Hey, your aim’s gotten really good!”

“I’ve had a good teacher.”

“Ada Wong?”

“Oh shut up Kennedy.”

====

You had the G-Virus sample in your hand, Annette Birkin behind you, Leon Kennedy to your side and Ada Wong pointing a gun at you.

24 hours ago, that sentence would have made no sense at all to you.

“Leon hand over the sample or she dies and I really don’t wanna kill her,” Ada said. You didn’t even have your gun out. If you moved you were scared she would just shoot you.

“I really liked you Ada,” you said.

“And I really like you,” she said.

“We were just pawns to you?” you asked.

“I’m just doing my job,” she said. Leon stepped between you and the gun.

“And I’m doing mine,” he said. “Drop the damn gun! I’m taking you in.” Officer Leon. You fought back the small smile, the fear creeping over you.

“Hand over the sample Leon. I don’t want to hurt either of you.” Leon lowered his gun. Your eyes went wide.

“Then shoot me but I don’t think you can.”

“Leon-” you started but he raised his hand, causing you to be quiet. Ada straightened her back but he was right. She couldn’t shoot him. She lowered her gun.

But she was shot anyway. It surprised all three of you. You turned, seeing Annette with the gun in her hand. The sample slipped out of Leon’s hand and down into the abyss. You slipped, grabbing onto the edge, holding on by only your finger. You looked over and noticed Ada was in the same position as you. Leon tried to extend his arms to get both of you but he had no leverage.

Ada met his eyes.

“Save her,” she demanded. Leon closed his eyes for just a moment, pretending this wasn’t happening and Ada’s grip loosened. Leon cursed under his breath and grabbed your arm, pulling you up. You shook your head, reaching over to grab her but she was already gone. Leon couldn’t bring himself to look.

He wrapped his arms around you and the two of you ran through what was left of the bridge.

“Nine minutes till detonation,” the building said. You grabbed your gun and started to run through the building.

“Who is that?” Leon asked. You turned to what he was looking up at. There was a screen and someone furiously typing. Your eyes went wide.

“Claire! She’s alive!” You felt a rush of relief like you had never felt before and leaned over the edge. “Claire!” “Y/N? Leon?! You’re down here too?”

“Yeah but the whole place is coming down,” Leon said. “Listen, you need to get out. Fast!”

“Yeah, there’s a way out,” Claire said. “We can make it! Where are you now?”

“Don’t worry about us,” you said.

“Y/N? Hey, you’re breaking up.”

“Forget about us! Get out of here!” you said. Leon grabbed your arm.

“We have to go, come on.” You nodded and followed him away from the screen.

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After a fight with one of the damn monsters that hadn’t stopped pestering you, you and Leon finally landed on a train car that was moving quickly out of the city. You looked at the dead bioweapon as it disappeared behind you.

You hit your head against the train wall and let out a soft sigh. Leon turned to you and hugged you tightly to him. You wrapped your arms around him, breathing him in, memorizing his scent.

“Is it too forward if I say you make me feel really fucking safe?” you asked. He put his lips on the top of your head and you closed your eyes.

“I’m a police officer. It’s what I’m supposed to make you feel.” You laughed dryly and tightened your grip.

“Alright Officer Kennedy,” you said against his chest. “How do I make you feel?” He closed his eyes gently and you could feel him smiling against your hair.

“Secure,” he whispered. “Warm,” he said quicker, like he was changing his mind.

“I think that’s cause it’s hot in here.” You both laughed and you pulled away. Your eyes lingered on his and you put your hand on his cheek.

“Can..can I..” he stuttered but you kissed him before he could finally spit it out. He melted against your kiss, molding into you perfectly. He put his hand gently on your cheek. You would have kissed forever had there not been a clash in the other room.

You met his eyes and he pulled out his gun, stepping in front of you. He opened the door.

Claire stood there with a little girl. Your face lit up.

“Claire! Oh my God Claire!” You threw your arms around her and she hugged you tightly.

“You guys made it!” she said. You nodded, pulling away from her. There was a bang the way you came. Claire let out an annoyed sigh. “You guys wait here. I got this one.”

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You, Leon, Claire and the little girl Sherry, all walked the road out of Racoon City. Claire was holding Sherry’s hand and you were holding Leon’s.

“So are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?” Sherry asked you. You scoffed.

“I think it’s a little early for-”

“Yeah,” Leon said. You met his eyes. “If that’s okay!”

“It’s perfectly okay,” you said. Claire wiggled her eyebrows.

“What did I miss?” You scoffed.

“You left me and I had to find my own way around,” you said. She shrugged.

“I seem to remember it was a mutual leaving.” You rubbed Leon’s hand and brushed the bracelet he was still wearing. It was Ada’s, the wristband she had given the two of you. Leon seemed to notice it right when you did. You both felt a pant of guilt. She had helped you and now she was gone. But she had also betrayed you.

You had conflicting feelings.

He let your hand go and took it off.

“I only wear one woman’s jewelry,” he said and tossed it down on the ground, walking past it. You rolled your eyes.

“You still have it?” He took the necklace out from around his neck. You laughed.

“I thought you would’ve lost it when we were falling off that bridge,” you said. He shook his head.

“I guess I can give it back to you now,” he said, semi solemnly. You shook your head.

“Keep it. It’ll remind you of me.”

“You guys are adorable!” Claire said. You rolled your eyes.

“Look!” Sherry said. She pointed to an upcoming truck. “Maybe they can give us a ride?” she suggested.

“What if it’s not just the city?” Claire asked.

“She could be right.”

“Get Sherry out of here,” Leon said. He pointed to you. “Go with them.”

“No,” you said, taking out your gun. He laughed gently. He had no intention of arguing with you. The truck drove up and the driver flipped you all off through the window. You scoffed.

“He was friendly,” Leon said.

“So...is it over?” Claire asked.

“I don’t know,” Leon said. He slipped his hand back into yours. “But if it isn’t we’ll stop it.” You nodded, looking back toward Claire and Sherry then at Leon again before speaking.

“Whatever it takes.”

Part 3

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[bittykimmy13]

Ohhhhh maybe twenty one, ❝   you’re mine.  and i protect what’s mine.  ❞

✨Mine✨

Word count: 558

Warning: Violence, mentions of death

((Just vampire!Lee being is fun, quirky self ✨ Here's how he responds to Ben being in danger!))

((Characters belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5 🌸))

((More vampire!Lee))

“Where is he?” Lee said quietly, taking measured steps across the hotel room’s living area. His senses began to cloud, mind racing as everything tunnel-visioned to Jill and her smug face. He wasn’t trying to maintain his composure; he was simply in shock. “Did you kill him?”

She scoffed and leaned back into the sofa, crossing her legs. “The fairy? You really were holding out on us, weren’t you?”

He didn’t remember closing the distance. All he knew next was that he was seizing her by the shoulders. He dragged her to her feet, driven by the thought of breaking each one of her bones individually. 

With agility he couldn’t keep track of, she twisted herself free and ducked away. “Oh, come on,” Jill said. “It’s your own fault. As if I could resist having a look when you got all weird and defensive about me coming up here. How long did you think you’d be able to hide him?”

Rage exploded through him—something positively feral and possessive. He lunged and slammed her into the wall. Plaster cracked beneath the wallpaper, and somehow, she was still laughing as if this was a game.

“Would you relax?” Jill rolled her eyes like she was dealing with nothing more than a tantrum. “Keep this up, and the whole damn coven will turn on you.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the coven!”

He lashed out again, and this time, she pushed back and put a few feet of space between them. Her smile was gone, her gaze electrified and wary as she narrowed her eyes at him. 

“If I were you,” she said slowly, “I’d pick my next move very carefully.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” he answered without hesitation.

She sneered. “Not likely. But ‘A’ for effort.”

“Lee!” The sound of Ben’s voice made the clouds in Lee’s mind part rapidly but briefly.

He turned and spotted a tiny form hovering in the bedroom doorway, afraid to come any closer. If Lee had stopped to assess his surroundings, he would have sensed Ben’s presence hiding there all along. No doubt he had flown out of reach the moment Jill had entered the hotel room.

“Benny,” Lee breathed.

Instead of feeling relief, his anger stayed right where it was—heightened, even. Now that he knew Ben was alive, the thought of Jill or the coven getting their hands on him made Lee all the more murderous.

“See?” A small, patronizing smile curled on Jill’s lips. “I’m just fucking with you. He’s fine. We cool?”

Lee went for her throat, but she leaped backed like she was expecting it.

“Lee, stop!” Ben shouted, venturing out slightly. “If the rest of the coven comes after you…”

“She’s not supposed to be here!” Lee barked, never taking his eyes off Jill. “I told her to stay away—I fucking told her! She would have taken you or killed you if she had the chance. And she still wants to—I know it.”

Jill smirked, making no move to deny it.

Ben inched closer anyway until he could reach out and place a tiny hand on Lee’s shoulder. “Please,” he begged. “D-don’t make it worse. You can end this. We can get out of town. You can’t take them all, Lee.”

“No,” Lee growled, moving in front of Ben. “You’re mine. And I protect what’s mine.”

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I can't help being scared!

Sebastian Stan x reader

Guest appearance: marvel cast

Warnings: some curse words. Little bit of angst if you squint but barely noticeable.

Summary: The reader is on the Graham Norton Show with Sebastian, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, RDJ, Anthony Mackie and Benedict Cumberbatch. Graham shows a clip of the reader with her classmates for a project at a haunted house. That gives the rest of the cast a brilliant idea! But unfortunately their great plan didn’t turn out great for you… or did it?

Words: 3169

I can’t help being scared!

You were backstage with Sebastian, Tom, Chris, RDJ, Anthony and Benedict. You were quit nervous to say the least. This was your first time on a talk show host. But you weren’t nervous for the actual show but because Graham always knew how to find embarrassing videos and/or pictures. And there were enough of them! Sebastian stood next to you. His arm around you. “you’re great, they’re gonna love you” he told you. You just smiled. “Sebastian is right darling, no need to worry! We’re here with you.” Tom said sweetly. You blushed a little. “thank you guys” you told them.

Since you were the newbie you thought they would give you a little bit of a hard time but that was everything but the truth! They took you in as a part of the family. The fans already loved you! And you really grew closer to Sebastian. This was your first big role and you loved Marvel way before you got the part. And you also had a huge crush on Sebastian before that. You might have hoped that he was a jackass so it would be easier to be around him than crush on him hard. But also that was everything but the truth. He was so nice. Nicer than you thought he was, which is very hard to achieve, but yet there he was. He might’ve been the nicest person you’ve ever encountered. But the whole cast was extremely nice and kind! It just didn’t help with your crush on Sebastian to say the least….. you were full head over heels for the blue eyed man.

Graham called you one by one on the stage, leaving you and Sebastian alone for a second. “Really sweetheart, they’re gonna love you!” he told you “Thank you Seba” you told him with a slight blush. “also you look incredible!” he told you while scanning you which made you blush even harder. Graham called Sebastian to the stage and he gave you a quick kiss on the side of your head and squeezed your hand before going up.

You paced a little around when your name came up. “and a huge applause for Y/N Y/L/N!” the crowd grew wild. You walked up and waved to the people and gave Graham a hug while the whole cast smiled at you. You plopped down the couch next to Sebastian and Chris. You took a sip of your alcoholic drank.

The show was going great until the last moment. “So Y/N, do you get scared easily?” he looked at him in confusion. “ehm I don’t really know actually although the question scares me” you told him laughing not knowing what he was going with this. The crowd was laughing with you. “I’m asking because we have found a video of you, and I believe are some classmates? At a haunted house for a project…. “ he said waiting for the ball to drop in your head. “oh god” you said immediately feeling embarrassment filing up your body.

“yeah I remember….” You said chuckling. The whole cast looked at you in confusion. “well we don’t know!” RDJ said. “well luckily we have the footage” Graham said. You groaned putting your hands in your face. “maybe you can gives a little background story on this” Graham asked chuckling while holding his cards in front of his mouth. You chuckled a little as well “okay so ehm… we had a project to make a video and we were left doing what we wanted but it had some criteria we had to get of course. But ehm the group decided to go to a haunted house and well I didn’t really like it” you said “lets watch the footage” Graham said and the crew scooted over to get a good look at the monitor it was playing the video on.

~footage~

“so here we are! At a haunted house for a challenge!” one of your classmates Joey said. You were in a group of 5 people. They all stood next to each other. Tyron didn’t like it as well. All the others were excited except the two of you. You on the other hand wasn’t in the shot. They all introduced themselves “and Y/N is over there!” they panned the camera to you, who was standing against the wall. You gave them a small wave. They started laughing. “what are you doing over there?” they asked you teasingly. “yeah I don’t trust anyone behind me right now. and now I can see them coming” you said.

After 1 minute of introduction a scare actor came up to you on roller skates and knee pads. He took a good run up you and went on his knees rolling further towards you. You noticed him and immediately jumped over the guy running towards the group who were now laughing their asses off. “yeah very funny can we just get this over with?” you asked the group annoyed.

“sure but now first the challenge! You guys don’t know what it is right?” you all nodded. Right so we’re going to be bound to one another. So we have a rope and we tie it up around one ankle so you’re bound to the other person. “excuse me know???” you asked unamused. They laughed. “Y/N you’re with Tyron.” They made the pairs and you tied each other up.

You went in the haunted house and already got scared. You and Tylor wanted to run but you both went the other way which made you fall down. The rest of the group laughed again. “Fuck dude!” you yelled but more at the actor and yourself. This went down for another good 4 minutes which got harder with the second since the actors had their eyes on you and Tylor because you were so scared. They figured “Let’s make it worse!”. At the last minute in the haunted house you and Tylor untied yourself and fleet the scene with a lot of actors behind your asses. You run like you never had before.

~end footage~

The cast was laughing a lot and you giggled a little while holding your face in embarrassment. “So I figured you didn’t really liked it?” Graham asked you. You laughed “no not really”. You all talked about it for a little more until the show ended.

You were standing in the dressing room changing in sweatpants. the cast couldn’t stop talking about it. “You have to give me that footage!” Chris said laughing. You rolled your eyes. You knew you were going to be the center of Chris’s scare pranks. Everyone was changed in comfortable clothes and Sebastian in black sweatpants as well.

You all got out of the building thinking of what to do next since everyone was so hyped. “I have a great idea!” Anthony said and whispered something to Chris who was now laughing his ass off. You frowned and looked at Sebastian who looked at you in confusion as well. “okay I know a great place!” Anthony said which made Chris laugh more “yeah I don’t think I trust you right now” you told Anthony. “Oh come on you’ll love it! Just follow me” he said making his way. Everyone looked at each other considering it. Eventually following the two boys.

You walked in a funfair. You frowned and wondered what the two boys were up to. You stopped in front of a haunted house. “absolutely fucking not” you told them shaking your head. “oh come on Y/N. It’s not like it is a haunted house where you went. I mean we’re at a funfair. It’s not going to be that scary!” you rolled your eyes.

Sebastian placed his hand softly on your arm. “I’m here with you. I’m not going to let you alone or fuck with you.” He told you and got a little closer “you can hold my hand if that helps.” He said and you were waiting for him to crack up laughing but he didn’t he looked sincere. “and of course if you really don’t want to we don’t have to! I mean there are a lot of great games that we can play” he told you excited which made you laugh a little. “alright I’ll come with you” you said to Anthony and Chris.

“we’ll go too!” Benedict said motioning to him and Tom. “Great! So everyone is going!” RDJ said. They bought tickets and you were in line. It was a busy night. You stood next to Sebastian “like I said I’m not going anywhere!” he told you with a soft genuine smile. You took his hand softly in yours which made him smile. “I’m not going to let you go now” he said with a grin and you chuckled. “Hey love birds! It’s our turn now!” Anthony said.

You rolled your eyes. fine now or never you said to yourself. Sebastian squeezed in your hand. What all of you didn’t know was that this was the scariest haunted house in the world. It toured all over the world and looked like a crappy haunted house but at the back it was huge! But you all didn’t know that.

You walked in and you immediately had weird vibes. Tom and Ben noticed as well and looked at you a little worried but getting scared themselves as well. You started to hold Sebastian’s arm with your free hand. He looked at you. “Are you okay?” he asked “I don’t know it feels…..” right before you could finish your sentence scare actors came from everywhere and there were flashing lights and loud sounds like they were throwing stuff.

“oh fuck….” You heard Anthony say. Sebastian threw a arm around you and still held your hand protectively. “I’m not letting go. I’m right here sweetheart.” He said while getting a little frightened himself. Tom stood on the other side of your protectively as well. Sebastian threw a mad glance at Anthony and Chris.

You were a couple of rooms further but that meant it only got scarier. A scare actor came behind you and you jumped to the front where there was another scare actor waiting for you. He came into your personal space and into your face which made you more mad and angry then scared actually. “The hell!” you said angry. Sebastian and Benedict pulled you back and took you further. “what an asshole!” you said and huffed.

You let go of Sebastian’s hand more pissed then scared and walked towards the front. You pushed Anthony and Chris out of the way which scared them to death and walked up front. “oh she’s really pissed now” said Benedict. “yup” said Sebastian with a proud grin on his face. You ignored all the scare actors and didn’t get out of the way. One actor was trying to scare you and you just stood there, pissed of with a face of steel. He also tried to get into your face. “I really wouldn’t do that buddy. I’m not playing anymore.” You told him calmly. He went out of your way and all the boys looked surprised but also mesmerized. Anthony and Chris looked at each other in guilt and stress. You were really intimidating now and they knew you were mad at them. The started to get more scared of you then the actual haunted house itself.

You got out first and waited for Anthony and Chris while you stood there with your hands on your hips. They got out and immediately started to apologize. You looked unamused with them but your face softened a little at them. “I know you didn’t know but don’t you dare to do shit like this again” you said stern “Yes ma’am” Anthony said without thinking which made everyone giggle a little.

“So ehm well, that was eventful but I’m going back to the hotel now” Tom said. Benedict nodded. “yeah we’ll go as well. And again we’re really sorry Y/N” Chris said really feeling bad. You gave them a hug. “It’s okay now just don’t do something like this again” they nodded and left. “Well have fun lovebirds! Just not too much fun” RDJ said with a wink.

When everyone left you looked at Sebastian. “Thank you for keeping your promise Seba” you told him softly. “of course! Can’t let my favorite girl suffer!” you started to blush not really knowing what to say. He smiled at you. “What about those games huh?” Sebastian said with a grin. “sounds good to me” you told him with a smile.

After a few games you started to get chills. “Are you cold sweetheart?” Sebastian asked you. A little bit yeah. Sebastian took his coat off and after that his sweater. He pulled his coat on again and helped you out of yours. He pulled the sweater over your head. It was so warm and soft and it smelled like Sebastian. “Better?” He asked you with a soft smile but yet so bright. “Much” you told him giving him a kiss on his cheek which made him blush.

The whole evening you played games. Sebastian won a lot of plushy toys for you. You both walked back to the hotel. You with a big ass plushy toy in your arms and Sebastian with four others and some food. You laughed your whole way back remembering the eventful night. “No, no, no, Y/N I’m telling you! You were such a badass. I mean even Anthony said Ma’am to you” Sebastian laughed and you fell against him from laughing so hard.

“hey I got a idea” you told him with a big evil grin on your face. He started to giggle “oh no, what have you got in mind?” You took his hand and walked towards the elevator and stepped in. “what room are they staying in again?” you asked Sebastian and he had to remain himself from laughing too hard. “ehm I believe 212” he told you. You got out of the elevator going to your own room to place the stuff down before going back again”You turned to Sebastian who looked at you curiously while you stood at their door. “payback time” you told Sebastian and you bonked at their door. You took Sebastian’s hand while running away.

You were both a giggling mess. “Hello?” we heard Anthony say. Sebastian got closer and you stood with your back against the wall. You placed your hand on his mouth to silence the giggles. “Hello???” You heard Anthony say again. Sebastian stopped giggling as well as you did. You started to look at each other. Getting lost in his bright blue eyes. and he in yours. You felt your heartbeat pick up. You realized that his body was plastered on yours at the moment and his face just inches away from yours. You slowly lowered your hand from his mouth. He got closer to you. That was when you heard footsteps. Sebastian took your hand this time and run with you. You ran across Chris’s room and you bonked on that one as well before running further.

You kind of went in circles. You saw the back of Anthony and Chris. They were talking to each other. This time you dragged Sebastian behind you. You slowly made your way towards their back. When you were finally there you started to yell. But not hard enough to wake up other guest but enough to scare them. Chris fell on the ground and Anthony held onto his chest. “Payback bitch!” you said laughing along with Sebastian. They looked at you petrified “goodnight” you said with an evil smile like a hint for them to know that there would be more (there wasn’t but you let them think that there was).

You went back to your hotel room with Sebastian. You were still holding hands. “Do you want to watch a movie maybe?” you asked Sebastian not wanting to be alone. He grinned “I would love that”. You felt butterflies in your stomach again.

You got in your hotel room and Sebastian placed the big plushy bear on your bed which made you giggle. You started to take his sweater of before he stopped you. “keep it on, looks better on you anyway” he told you with a soft smile which made you blush once again.

You got beverages out of the fridge and some crisps and you plopped on the bed. Sebastian wanted to take the chair which made you frown but yet made your heart melt at the gentleman that he is. “Seba?” He looked at you and you padded next to you on the bed. He smiled and said next to you. You both choose a comedy movie and you made yourself comfortable.

You laid on Sebastian’s chest with your arm on his stomach. He held you close to him. “Seb? Can you please stay with me tonight? You asked him sleepy. “I will. I’m not going to let you go sweetheart.” He said with hearts in his eyes when he looked at you. He crawled closer under the covers with you which made you lay almost on top of him. He started to laugh “Sweetheart, I would love to stay with you but you have got to let me breath” he said laughing. You groaned and laid next to him.

He turned so you were face to face. He studied your features with love in his eyes. “you’re staring Seb” you said chuckling and opening your eyes. he blushed a little. “I’m sorry. You’re just…. You’re just really beautiful and…. And I really like you Y/N”

Your eyes got big at his confession. You loved him you just didn’t think he would feel the same. “I really like you too Seb” You told him. He got closer again and placed his plump lips on yours. He cupped your cheek with his hand and you deepened the kiss. After a while he pulled back. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” I would love to Seb. Only if you make it just as adventurous as this one” you told him with a smile. He had the biggest grin on his face. “promise except for the haunted house” he told you. You smiled. “I had you with me so it wasn’t so bad” you told him with a grin. He kissed you again. You both couldn’t wait for the future and adventurous dates you would have. Everything would be okay because you had Seb and Sebastian had you.

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[malereader-inserts]

You’re My Dad (Boogie Woogie)

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Peter Parker & Male!Reader Summary: You are my dad! You’re my dad (boogie woogie woogie) Word Count: 1,507 Request:  hello! how are you? can i request a platonic peter parker x male reader where reader likes to take care of peter, like cook him meals, give him snacks when he's studying or just give him snacks when he sees peter lounging. and maybe reader and tony are dating A/n: You sent a hefty request, hopefully I got everything in - I really hope that your cousin will enjoy this though!

Peter Parker was no stranger to death. 

His parents were killed when he was a young boy and his uncle was shot when he was only a teenager. He only had his Aunt May until he didn’t. She was driving back from work and got in an unfortunate accident. 

Peter Parker was no stranger to death, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have a family. 

Tony and you took him when you heard about the accident. Peter was still a kid, he’s still a teenager and you wouldn’t stand for him to go to foster care. You have known Peter since Tony asked him to join him in Germany. How Tony asked if Peter if he wanted to intern under him. 

After all, you were Tony’s boyfriend for quite a while so when Peter slept over at Tony’s house, you were there. You would cook meals for your two science boys and remind them to take a break from their long science experience. Peter saw you and Tony as father figures, the men he really looked up after his Uncle Ben had passed away. 

Tony didn’t have the greatest childhood, he vowed to himself and you if you happen to adopt that he will be the best father any child could as for and you’ve seen him pick up calls from a lovely boy called Harley, which you have met a few times, and will always drop anything to have a conversation. You saw how Tony acted with Peter, to see pride and joy, you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend.

You had a great childhood, you grew up with loving parents and loving yet bratty siblings. Your childhood wasn’t quiet and always fun - your parents valued making memories with their children, so your parents took you and your siblings to sporting events, festivals (age-appropriate), holidays. They were strict, but you could recall how they let you sleepover with friends and bring friends over, you can remember how they let you go to concerts with your friends and/or siblings.

You kept that family love in your heart and Peter really felt it.

Peter wasn’t much of a sports person, but when he was in the presence of you and Tony, he doesn’t mind much. 

“Listen, kid,” You say, ruffling his hair, “You’re part of the Avenger family and you’re a superhero with wicked abilities - you know for the fact that Rogers and Romanov will not go easy on you in training.”

“He’s right,” Tony calls from behind, not looking up from his work as Peter groans.

“But, you could totally avoid intense training if you told them that you do sports with me, nothing too heavy,” You smiled, as Peter thinks it over.

“Like what?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, we could play baseball? The good all hit and run style. Or maybe volleyball, you pick the sport that week and we’ll do it.”

“Do you even have the equipment?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Peter, honey, you’re currently in the home of a Stark - you think Tony doesn’t have these things on standby.”

“I don’t know, he doesn’t seem to be an athletic type.”

“I heard that!” Tony exclaimed as the two of you laugh. 

When Peter moved in for the final time, Peter felt like he was somewhat out of place. He had a room at the Stark-(L/n) residence and he would spend nights, if not weekends, at theirs but he felt like he was intruding. It was a sudden change in Peter’s environment.

And yet, he felt warm in the house, whilst it really messed with his head for the past few days - you and Tony were slow with the process. You never pushed him out of his comfort zone. You helped him put up the stuff of his family around the house to allow him to heal.

You weren’t in The Avengers, so you had a lot of free time. Instead of working in an office, you created things to sell on the internet, it was a hobby because Tony insist you live a lavish life. But, that doesn’t stop you from working around the house. Peter was often met with delicious smelling food, whilst you had a rule that he would cook his own lunch if he didn’t have school and you would cook dinner for everyone. 

You, Tony and Peter, would sit down together with each other, talking about Peter’s day at school and how Tony is dealing with things with Avengers and Stark Enterprise despite Pepper being in charge of that. Even after eating, sometimes you’ll dig into some dessert and talk about shared interest such as music and shows.

If you guys are watching a series together, you’ll update them on lore or when the next episode is being dropped out. If it’s about a shared interest in music, you would happily indulge in what music has been released recently. 

Peter and Tony will happily clean after dinner, one will washing up and the other doing drying.

“You know we have a dishwasher right?” Tony called through as he hands Peter a soaked plate.

“And?” You called back, “It’s called responsibilities, I will not have lazy boys in my house!”

Peter chuckled as he put the plate down and takes the wet glass, he doesn’t mind the chores you ask him to do. You teach him lessons in life because sometimes just hanging around with you felt like home to him.

“You know how to work the washing machine, right Pete?” You asked, standing in the doorway of his room looking at the floor of dirty clothes.

“I’ll pick it up - I promise, but, um not really? Aunt May usually go to the laundrette.”

“Alright, when your laundry basket gets full, I’ll show you how to work the washing machine and dryer. I don’t mind doing your washing but every now and then, you can do it.”

“Yeah, that’ll be fine!”

When Peter fully settles into the house, he found himself loving his life. He loves watching you bicker with Tony about the stupidest things - mostly over characters in a show or film. In which, most of the time, he backs you up because the two of you are major geeks over shows and movies. 

Peter noticed how much you care for him, knocking on his door and reminding him to drink water and always coming to his room to deliver snacks ranging from a healthy plate of the juiciest fruits to unhealthy sweets.

Whilst both of you were in Peter’s life, he saw you more as comfort - it was taking a while for Peter to adjust with Tony, he still see it as a mentor and student sort relationship. But, with you, he sees someone who he could come to for any troubles with school and relationships. 

Peter walked into the living room, hearing how you and Tony were bickering over which character was better in Game of Thrones in each house. Peter couldn’t help but laugh about it.

“Hey, kid! Tony greeted with a wave, placing the hand back on your shoulder.

You smiled at Peter, “Heya Pete!”

“Hi Mr Stark, hi dad!”

Silence.

The only thing that was playing was the show in the background as Peter stood in his spot in utter fear. Tony sat there in silence as he looks over at you, you slowly got up from your seat without saying a word and made your way to Peter.

Peter looked at you with wide eyes, “I- I mean...!”

You engulfed him into the biggest hug you could muster. One hand on his back and the other in his hair, Peter found himself relaxing as he immediately wrapped his arms around you and grip you tight. You brushed his hair as he buried his face into your shoulder.

You release him, in fear that you might suffocate him, “I’m really honoured.”

“I-” Peter turns red, looking down for a moment before looking at you, “You are my dad, to me.”

You smiled widely at him, “Okay, celebration time, let’s bake cookies!”

You lead the way as Peter offers to help, the two of you pull your sleeves up as you bring the ingredients onto the counter. Tony followed, silently watching with a fond smile upon his face. He ruffles Peter’s hair with a smile as Peter beams at him.

“Alright, what can I help with?” Tony asked as you asked him to bring out the kitchen utensils, “Oh and Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“What about me?” Tony pouts as Peter widen his eyes as you laugh loudly.

“Tough luck baby, it looks like Pete favours me,” You teased as Tony scoffed.

“No, unacceptable, I’m taking Peter for a week out, I’ll be the favourite parent.”

You roll your eyes as you look over to Peter whilst Tony rant, shaking your head and nodding your head towards your boyfriend, as you mouthed to Peter “Get a load of this guy.”

Peter smiles.

Peter knows death, but he’s well acquainted with family.

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new, extensive preview for a thomas wip that i am supremely enjoying called

THE MOTH

wordcount: 5,171 (explicit af)

“So I’m not the last one awake.”

You looked up to find that Thomas was nudging your bedroom door further open. Your older brother’s best friend, you had expected that he would be passed out, along with the other guys that had come to your apartment for a place to crash after drinking the night away at their favourite bar.

Your brother, Ben was a great roommate - he was never late with paying his share of the bills and any disagreements that came up between the two of you were easily settled.

He always let out know when he was expecting guests, so you had known that some of his friends would be spending the night. It wasn’t a big deal, this had happened a few times before.

But you had been hoping to avoid spending any time alone with Thomas - a goal that you had been holding onto for the past two months. And you thought that you had succeeded. He had been out of sight and out of mind for you as you laid in your bed, lazily scrolling through the offerings on your Reddit homepage, planning to be asleep at any minute.

It hadn’t always been this way between the two of you. In the two years that you had known him, you had come to view him as a friend. He shared your love of The Simpsons, he was a worthy opponent in your favourite video games and he got your sense of humour. Typically, it wasn’t difficult to strike up a conversation with him. The two of you even shared a few inside jokes.

But right now you didn’t want to share a single thing with the guitarist. It was hard to not be annoyed at him for invading your calm, controllable solitude. And you were mentally cursing yourself for not shutting your door all the way.

“How come you’re still awake, principessa?” He asked, taking one step over the threshold and into your room. “It must be past your bedtime.”

You worked to keep your eyes on the screen of your phone, it didn’t matter that you weren’t finding anything interesting to read. “I can’t sleep.”

“Ah, and scrolling on your phone will definitely help that.” He said sarcastically.

“I would have guessed that you’d be a zombie just like the others.” You said.

“Designated driver.” He said.

“And now you’re the designated lurker in my bedroom.”

“First of all, I’m not in your room, I’m in the doorway.” He said. “And second of all, I’m not lurking. Your light got my attention when I was coming back from the bathroom, so I figured I’d say hey. It was pretty stupid of me to forget that you don’t say hey anymore, not since you started to hate me.”

This succeeded in tearing your eyes off of your phone, looking at the familiar blonde, even as unfamiliar feelings rose up in you. “I don’t hate you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. So how come this is the most that you’ve said to me for the past two months?”

You sat up a little, unsure of how to answer this. There were so many things in your head and you were only willing to share a fraction of this with him. But you didn’t really know where to start. “Believe me, it’s not that I hate you- oh, at all.”

He took another step into the room. “Alright, hate was too strong of a word. But clearly you don’t like me very much, not like you used to. You’ve put all this distance between us. Do you remember how close we used to be, like literally close?”

This evoked vivid memories - hours spent on the couch together playing video games, usually as part of a group, but sometimes just the two of you. You would sit side-by-side, your leg pressed to his. More than once you had even sat in his lap, refusing to let him sit on the cold tiled floor when no other places were available. Then you had had Mario Kart or Super Smash Brothers to distract you.

But now you were without the luxury of a single distraction. You met his gaze, feeling less annoyed as more time passed.

“Did I do something?” He asked. “Because if I did something to piss you off, I’d really like it if you would let me apologise. I wanna get back to us being friends. Nobody gets my references the way you do.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He furrowed his brow. “So you just picked up this attitude towards me ‘cause you were bored, or something? I think that makes it worse.”

“I do not have an attitude with you.”

He laughed dryly. “Yes, you do. Come on principessa, just admit it. The only thing that hasn’t changed is the way that you check me out.”

You tried to keep your voice as firm as possible. “I do not check you out.”

He was smirking as he shook his head. “Deny one more thing, I fucking dare you.”

“Thomas…” You said, attempting to reclaim even a shred of authority in this situation.

“Keep your voice down. Jeez, do you wanna wake the whole building up?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, but inside you were cringing. You had always tried to keep your curious glances of him subtle, you only looked when you thought the coast was clear.

It’s not like you wanted to look, you weren’t actively trying to get drawn in by him. But those speedos that he wore to the beach left very little to the imagination, it was the kind of thing you couldn’t help noticing.

“If you don’t check me out on the regular, then why are you blushing so much?” He asked.

You didn’t have any defence to that, you were too intimidated to think of a sassy comeback. You looked down at your inactive phone as he took another step into your room. Silently, he closed the door behind himself.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed over checking me out. Because the only reason that I’ve noticed is because I’m so often checking you out.” He said and you raised your head a little. “What can I say? I’m a big fan of how you look in yoga pants.”

Now you were blushing even more - why hadn’t you ever recognised this? The thoughts that you knew you shouldn’t be thinking were gaining more power.

You could have brushed this comment off by calling him a pervert and turning the teasing around on him. But instead you were feeding those thoughts. Thoughts you typically entertained during these early hours of the morning.

“So, who’s gonna say it first?” He asked and you lifted your eyes to look at him. But you were too out of your depth to feel like you could speak. “You have a crush on me.”

You didn’t nod your head, nor did you deny his statement.

Instead you were thinking back to how it had started - a little over two months ago, at a Måneskin show. It hadn’t been your first time seeing him perform with his band. But it had been the first time of taking along your best friend, Domenica. During one of his guitar solos, he had come to the front of the stage, towards where you had been standing in the crowd. This had prompted Domenica to lean in, speaking into your ear.

‘Is he single?’ She had asked, thoroughly surprising you. ‘He’s not really my type, but just imagine what else he could do with those fingers…’

You hadn’t made that connection before. You knew he was a ridiculously talented guitarist, but you had never just watched how his fingers worked. At times almost too quick to keep up with, confident and powerful, hitting one flawless note after another without any hesitation.

It was seriously impressive. And, thanks to Domenica’s new insights, it was also seriously arousing.

She had taken the thoughts that you held of this man that you knew so well, and shifted it all. You had always known that Thomas was attractive, cute in his uniqueness. But now you had been forced to face the fact that you were attracted to him.

It had changed too much for you. And you hadn’t known how to act normally around him with all of this new clutter in your head. So you had made excuses, retreating as you hoped for this phase to pass.

But now everything was coming to light and you had no chance of retreating.

He was smiling, a look you were so familiar with. “I’m not used to this whole shy girl thing from you, it’s cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” You asked.

“Yeah, I have functioning eyes, don’t I?” He said, coming right over to your bed. “Can I sit down here?”

There was a desk chair that he could take up, or he could sit on the floor rug.

But you were quite taken with the idea of having him closer than that.

“I should’ve said something sooner, I never wanted you to think that I hated you, ‘cause I never did.” You said as he sat down towards the end of the bed. “If I had known that’s what you were thinking, I would’ve… But I didn’t know how to say it and I was scared of everything changing, so I just tried to deal… I should’ve said something.”

One of his hands was resting on top of the covers and you couldn’t help noticing that it was within your reach. It would be different to any of the other times you had casually grabbed his hand. It might lead to more.

“I’ve been wishing for you to say something, principessa.” He said. “Not because I was thinking that you hated me- although that definitely sucked. But because it was wasting our time. Do you know what we could have been doing in that time?”

You smiled as you watched him leaning in closer. “What?”

He raised his hand, applying it to your cheek, where his fingers stroked across your heated skin. “I’m sure you can use your imagination…”

He came in even closer, his hazel eyes moving down to your lips. You could smell the cigarettes on his breath as you tilted your head to the side. There was a feeling of warmth in your gut as you moved in closer as well.

When your lips met it was an instant rush of relief. Everything you had been trying to hold back and keep secret was now allowed to flow freely.

Everything that you had been feeling now made sense and you confidently moved with him to deepen the kiss. There weren't any awkward hesitations, it was all smooth movements as your lips got acquainted with his. You rested your hand on his knee, letting out a dreamy sigh when you felt his tongue caressing your lower lip. You eased your mouth open for him as his fingers continued to tenderly stroke your cheek.

Your heart was racing and you yearned for more when he gently broke the kiss. You rested your forehead to his, continuing to enjoy the warmth of having him so close.

“All this time, we could have been more.” He whispered. “Do you have any idea how many nights I wanted to sneak in here and have my way with you?”

“As many nights as me.” You said.

He had begun to stroke your arm. “More.”

“It’s not a competition.” You corrected him with a smile.

“Can I show you how much I’ve wanted this?”

You weren’t sure what he was going to say or do next. But you were looking into the face of a man that you trusted (a man that had earned your trust) and so you let the unknown excite you. You let the intimidation trickle into arousal. A cocktail that had you wholeheartedly investing in this situation.

You nodded your head and he boosted himself up onto his knees. You kept your eyes on his face as he picked up one of your hands, pulling it towards him. He gently guided your hand to his crotch, your fingers brushing against the coarse fabric of his jeans. You could feel the firmness that was currently concealed by the denim and it made your heart pound harder.

After so long of wondering, everything was finally being confirmed.

You kept your hand at the outline of his cock, beginning to explore what you could of the bulge. He let go of your hand, satisfied that you didn’t need any further instruction. Instead he put both of his hands to your cheeks, keeping your head tilted back as he leaned in.

Your lips met as you continued to move your hand up-and-down the front of his pants. His tongue glided into your mouth, moving confidently past your teeth. He set his tongue to the roof of your mouth, massaging and tasting you deeper. You rubbed his dick harder, setting into something of a rhythm as your mind got lost in a whirlwind of possibilities.

You wrapped an arm around his waist, wanting to have more of his body on yours. No other man had ever made you feel this hungry.

He dragged his tongue back along the roof of your mouth, towards himself. His tongue left your mouth as he refocused his efforts to just sucking on your top lip.

His hands left your face, in favour of travelling down your sides. He started to gather up the satin fabric of your nightie, the hem lifting.

“You look real fuckin’ cute in this.” He murmured against your mouth. “But I’ve got this sneaking suspicion that you’d look even better without it.”

You gave your consent by reaching both of your arms up, above your head. He smiled as he lowered himself down to eye-level with you again. With his hands full of pink satin, he moved the clothing off of your body. Your nipples were hard as they met the night air. Momentarily, your vision was blocked as he pulled the short nightgown over your head.

When you could see again, you found that his eyes were fixed on your breasts. He hurried to toss the nightie away, to free his hands for your breasts. His eyes were wide, appreciating every inch of bare flesh now on display for him.

His hands were warm, so were his lips as he pressed them to your neck. He held a breast in each hand, his fingers caressing the soft skin. He placed kisses all over your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, wanting to stay in this long-awaited embrace.

You slipped a hand up into his hair, grabbing for a selection of strands as he passed his thumbs over each very stiff nipple. His lingering kisses had moved lower, beginning to heat the area of your collarbones.

The desire was pooling between your thighs by the time his trail of kisses brought his mouth down to your breasts. You sucked in a quick breath as he wrapped his lips around a nipple. You gripped his hair tighter in your hand as you arched your back for him.

“Could I call…” You trailed off, laughing bashfully as you almost went back on your decision to make the request that was lit up in neon lights in your mind. “Would you be weirded out if I called you daddy?”

He looked up at you keenly. “Definitely not weirded out. I’d be turned on like crazy. Please call me that.”

You licked your lips as you gazed into his eyes. “Okay, Daddy.”

It fell so naturally from your lips, this name that you had been allocating to him in your fantasies.

His approval came through when he returned to your nipples, sucking more fiercely than before. Eager tingles spread through you as he worked his tongue all over the hard nub. Your other nipple was treated to attention from his capable fingers, giving it experimental squeezes and little twists.

His free hand went to your mattress, resting on the space behind your body. Then he was using his body weight to push into you, starting to get you to lean back. You went with this, ending up flat on your back underneath him. This was a position that you had imagined more than once.

He braced himself with both knees on the mattress. His wide eyes moved up to your face as he started to kiss his way off of your tits, moving lower. You lovingly pushed his hair back as you savoured the look in his eyes.

He kissed a trail down your body, his lips moving across your tummy. His eyes watched your face as he moved lower - potentially he was waiting for the moment when you asked him to slow down, or otherwise walked back your consent.

But that moment wasn’t going to come.

You were burning with anticipation, absolutely thrilled when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your butt, assisting him in the task of working the lingerie down. It was slipped over your ankles and then you were totally naked before him. The heat in your cheeks intensified as he took a moment to let his eyes roam freely over your body - what was he thinking and would he act on every desire?

He settled where he sat between your legs. He placed his hands up high on both of your thighs as he leaned down again. He resumed his earlier path, applying his lips to the area beneath your belly button.

Slow kisses delivered him lower, until his lips brushed against the hair that covered your pubic mound. Your tummy was filled with butterflies and he continued to kiss lower.

His lips parted and you were feeling his hot tongue on your skin. It slithered down, moving in between your labia majora until contact with your clit was made. It was like an electrical current racing through your system and an excited moan bubbled up on your lips.

He used two of his fingers to gently fold your lips back, allowing him clearer access to your clitoris. He took advantage of this, laying kisses down on the hood. Each collision to the tight bundle of nerves felt better than the last and you were soon grabbing for a handful of his hair.

You slumped back on the mattress with a whine as he began working his tongue against your clit. You tilted your pelvis as he pressed the flat of his tongue against the pulsing hood. Then he used the tip to draw circles all around it, sending so much blood pumping to this area. You flinched, your sensitivities greatly increasing in response to him quickly zig-zagging his tongue over the hood.

His tongue moved lower, tasting your soaked entrance. Your legs drifted further apart for him as he keenly ran his tongue up-and-down your slit.

“Good girl.” He rasped and the sound of his voice was just as enjoyable as his touch. “You have no idea how fucking amazing you taste.”

“Um, thank you?” You responded to his compliment you hadn’t been sure you would ever hear from him.

“And you’re just so…” He halted the progress of this sentence so he could give your slit a thorough lick. “...wet for me.”

“It’s not the first time.” You admitted, squirming a little.

“And it won’t be the last.” He said. “I’m gonna make sure of that.”

His tongue lapped at your entrance, before being followed by something that felt different. You raised your head from the pillow to watch as he buried a finger into your cunt.

Soon a second finger was moving inside of you and he returned his mouth to your clit. Your walls fluttered excitedly around him as his tongue began working the hood over again.

Your muscles clenched and the arousal took you deeper. This was far superior to any sensations you had been able to secure for yourself with your own fingers, or even the assistance of toys.

You moved both of your hands into his hair, instantly curling them into eager fists. He started to pump his fingers inside of you, stroking your sensitive walls in a way that had you squeezing your eyes shut. His tempo was so very promising, all the while he maintained that delicious pressure on your clit.

You started to move with him, too excited to simply lie still. You desperately rode his fingers, rolling your hips in time with him. Your mouth fell slack as you happily lost yourself to the intensity.

“Daddy…” You whimpered as you realised that you were facing daunting heights.

He guided you up closer to that edge by curling his fingers inside of you. You were starting to quake, seriously doubting how much more you could take.

Then the orgasm was erupting inside of you, more powerful than anything else. Your mouth fell open as you were carried away by the shock.

You wholly surrendered, falling limp on the bed. And he was still going - his fingers slower, but continuing to move as he placed kisses tenderly to your clitoris. Your mind was empty as you simply rocketed from one sensation to the next, gasping and writhing.

He pulled his fingers out and sat back, but the aftershocks continued to wreck you. You kept your eyes shut as you tried to come to grips with what had just happened. For the moment, it all felt so unbelievable.

“Baby, look at everything you’ve been depriving yourself of.” He said.

With a groan of effort, you slightly lifted your head from the pillow to look at him. “I know. I feel really stupid.”

“Yeah, you should.” He teased, prompting you to lightly kick his leg. “Are you okay? Did you need me to get you anything, maybe some water?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Damn fine from my point of view.” He said.

You were still buzzing as you began to sit up, a smile on your face. “And from my point of view- you’re wearing far too much.”

“Is that what you think?” He asked, even as he put his hands down to the hem of his baggy T-shirt.

“Yep, it is.”

He tossed his shirt onto the floor, revealing what you had already seen before. Your interest went to where he was unbuckling his belt.

“There’s a popular theory that sex fucks up a friendship.” He said, wiggling out of his jeans.

Your eyes locked to where his boner strained against the fabric of his underwear. “Well I think that we should thoroughly fuck it up, like, all the way.”

He laughed and put his hands to your cheeks, manually redirecting where you were looking by gently tilting your head back. He was smiling as he brought you in for more kisses.

“Do you have condoms in here?” He asked.

You collected the protection from inside of your bedside table, handing it over. This prompted him to finally lower his underwear and your eyes widened as you took in a sight that you had only guessed at in the past. A tremble ran through your body as you tried to anticipate how it would feel to have that impressive dick inside of you.

He sat back once the condom was in place, resting his back against the wall as his eyes travelled over to you.

“Think you can take it, sweetie?” He asked - thankfully his tone was free from condescending.

You crawled over to him. “I’m dying to take it.”

He gave you a few kisses. “I like this enthusiasm. It’s so much better than the bratty attitude you’ve been giving me. And all it took to straighten you out was one orgasm.”

You silenced him by covering his mouth in kisses, nipping lightly at his lip, testing the bounds of what he would let you get away with. Your feistiness wasn’t reprimanded, instead he was pulling you closer. Between the feeling of his hands on your body and the wild ideas springing up in your mind, your cravings were recklessly rising.

Your plans of situating yourself in his lap were delayed by the movement of his hands and two words said into your ear: turn around.

You faced away from him and this was when you were brought into his lap. He slithered one arm around your middle and brought you in close, pressing kisses all over your shoulder as you got comfortable. You wiggled your butt against him, delighting in this new proximity.

He put a hand to your hip, the other reaching between you to grab his cock. His kisses to your neck lost some of their conviction as he instead concentrated on getting to your pussy. You were swollen and slippery for him, your soft lips parting around the head of his cock. He panted against the side of your neck as your cunt began to grip his penetrating length.

“Baby.” He whispered as you adjusted to his generous size.

You grinded back on it and turned your head to look at him. He captured your lips in a breathless kiss, his arm wrapping around your middle again, reminding you of just how secure you were. You leaned some of your body weight into him as he writhed beneath you.

You were sucking on his lower lip when he began to work his hips, setting the two of you into motion with his dick pumping into you. Between your sensitive walls, he stroked his cock, absolutely thrilling both of you. You were ecstatic to share this goal with him and your teeth grazed his lip as he began to find a tempo.

Before too long, he found a range of movement that he could lock into. He was getting more confident with each thrust. You could feel that tension gripping your body again, the intensity building as you met his every movement. You held onto his arm with both hands and your whimpers were being muffled by his mouth.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes carefully looking you over.

You smiled and kissed him. “Yes. Yes, I’m so good, Daddy.”

He was smiling back at you as he reached his available hand forward, placing it over your cunt. He licked his lips, maintaining his rhythm inside of you as his fingers got reacquainted with your folds.

Your hips jolted excitedly up in response to him pushing the tip of a finger up to your clitoral hood. Your eyes began to flutter shut but you saw the pleased look on his face as he used his finger on your wet clit. This resulted in your cunt clenching harder around him, your eagerness taking control.

You were growing even more receptive to his thrusting, with all of these sensations coming together for an overwhelming harmony. His fingers working on your clitoris were perfection, bewitching you with each masterful swirl.

It was addicting in the way that you wanted to enjoy it for hours, genuinely unable to recall a time when you had felt better. At the same time, you were very aware of the fact that you wouldn’t be able to take all of this for very long.

The stakes were raised again, when his next jerk got his tip directly up against your g-spot. A powerful spasming of your body was triggered and you bit down on your lip, restraining the whimper that wanted to develop into a yelp.

“Fuck, Daddy…” You whined as he kept on playing with your clitoris.

There were stars in your eyes as he finished every pump at your sweet spot. He panted heavily but his resolve couldn’t be shaken, he remained set in his amazing pace.

“Oh, Thomas…” You moaned as you felt the dawning of your next climax.

You didn’t know how close he was. Even though it would be magical to come together, there was nothing in you that would have allowed you to hold on.

And it only took a couple more pushes from him to get you to completion. It was an astounding freefall, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back.

“Good girl, good girl.” He was whispering into your ear as you slowly recognised that he had stopped moving. His fingers had eased off of your clitoris as he allowed you the time to come back to Earth.

“Oh. My. God.” You said through shaky breaths. You looked at him - in the haze of your afterglow, you were even more taken with him than before. “Did you…?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

He gave you a kiss. “But you got me so close. Do you wanna turn around and face me again?”

“Yep.”

You were attempting to not look like the clumsiest person in all of history as you turned yourself around in his lap. Making each movement carefully, you were able to keep him inside the whole time - wet sounds from your cunt accompanied this effort. His hands on your back helped you stay steady.

You rocked your body weight forward, leaning into him and capturing more kisses. You brought your hands to his cheeks, cradling his face as your lips worked together. The way that he stroked his hands up-and-down your back was so sweet, reinforcing those giddy tingles that your orgasm had inspired into your body.

“I’ll do all the work.” He murmured against your lips. “You just hold on and, you know, enjoy.” You were nodding your head as he came in for another kiss. “Do you think that you could- like, do you have another orgasm in you?”

You giggled through the slight intimidation this brought. “No, I don’t know if I could do more than two. I mean, I never have…”

“Okay.” He said, his voice so soothing. “That’s okay, that is okay, sweet girl.” He kissed you. “Just tell me if it gets too much.”

“I will.”

He placed his arms around your middle, keeping you close as he started to kiss you again. You moved a hand into his hair, your fingers lightly brushing against his scalp. You were sinking deeper into this embrace, with so much to savour you were soon moving past that feeling of just wanting to sleep post-climax.

When he started to move, it was slowly as he gave some time to testing just how much you could take. It was all hitting you on such a deep level that you couldn’t help moaning a little as your thighs clenched around him. Your mouth grew slack against his and he lavished attention upon your lower lip, continuing to hold you tight.

You were secure in his arms as he worked to find a rhythm. You began to move with him, trying to meet his rocks - even though each one felt like it could destroy you. You remained firmly in the grips of your aftershocks, and you wanted to get him to that same (almost unreal) place.