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POP PRINCESS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ !

summary: ᯓ˚࿔ you're a world famous pop star; you and schlatt start off on the wrong foot

notes: ᯓ˚࿔ rollercoaster of both angst and fluff ᯓ˚࿔ ultra fem!pop star!reader (she/her prns) ᯓ˚࿔ reader: has hair that's can be put in a ponytail, is implied to be shorter than schlatt, and is implied to be able to fit into his clothes ᯓ˚࿔ use of y/n ᯓ˚࿔ asshole schlatt (who lives in austin, but is visiting la for chuckle week!) ᯓ˚࿔ ted is so cutesy ᯓ˚࿔ i hope you guys love reading this as much as i loved writing it! ᯓ˚࿔ if anybody wants to see some of the things ive created for this fic (#lore) please lmk and ill be happy to share! ᯓ˚࿔ so much thanks to my lovely mutuals who helped me work on this and give me ideas and such! ᯓ˚࿔ not proofread! ᯓ˚࿔ this is not the end of pop princess! there are mini fics to come! :D

wc: ᯓ˚࿔ 6.8k

Schlatt isn't sure how he got here, but he's stuck in a cramped house that's blaring shitty music, wondering where Ted wandered off to.

Then somebody bumps into him, and his drink nearly sloshes out of the red solo cup in his hand.

"Watch where you're going!" He yells, looking down at you with a scowl.

As you meet his eyes, a weird spark ignites in your heart. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," You frown, feeling the tension between you two.

"Well, maybe use that brain of yours next time, huh?" He sneers before turning around and walking away from whoever the hell you are.

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This party sucks, you determine. You've been here for two hours, and the most exciting thing that's happened is mystery man yelling at you. You keep looking around the crowded house for him, but he's nowhere to be found. Shaking your head, you decide to focus on your upcoming concert. You're going to perform a new, unreleased song, and you're nervous about it. So nervous that you accidentally bumped into mystery man.

Your head was running wild with thoughts.

What if you mess up the words?

What if they all hate it?

What if you start trending for all the wrong reasons?!

You sigh, taking a swig of the drink in your hand—you can't afford to psych yourself out like this.

Backstage, you're seated in the makeup chair, your nerves palpable. The anticipation is almost suffocating.

"Tonight's the big night," Your manager calls out, and you let out a measly squeak in response.

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"Remind me why I'm here again?" Schlatt spits out at Ted, who is thoroughly enjoying himself with a drink in his hand, face slightly red because he's forgotten to wear sunscreen.

"Because I won tickets on the radio!" He smiles, "Also, I have a surprise for you!"

Schlatt scowls, "What."

Ted pulls out a shirt with your album cover on it. The back reads: "The Candy Coated Love Tour, SoFi Stadium."

"You bought me a shirt?" Schlatt's jaw is wide open.

Ted smiles, "Wear it."

"Wear it?"

Ted gives him a playful death stare, "Put the shirt on. Now."

Throwing his head back, Schlatt groans before taking the shirt and putting it on over his sweater, "There. Ya happy, Ted? Ya happy I'm wearing the pop princess's fifty-dollar t-shirt?"

Ted grins, "Why, yes, yes I am, my good friend. I am thrilled."

Then the lights dim, and Schlatt is surprised to hear an electric guitar.

"I thought you said this girl was a pop artist, Ted."

"This is her opener, Pretty Little Picture. They're pretty hardcore," Ted shrugs.

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The stage is bathed in a warm, pink light, and the air is filled with the excited chatter of the audience. About another half-hour goes by before you come out on stage. You can hear your heartbeat as you stand behind the stage curtains. As they begin to open slowly, you reveal one leg, and the crowd roars as they spot your signature pink heel.

Schlatt's eyes go wide as he studies your face, realization dawning on him.

"Ted," He mutters to his friend, "Ted, I yelled at that girl."

Ted looks gobsmacked, "You yelled at a world-famous popstar?"

Schlatt nods, "Remember when you dragged me to that party? Well, she bumped into me, and I might have yelled at her."

You're performing Corner Store when your eyes scan the front row. A little girl sits with her mom; her pink tiara matches the rest of her fuschia ensemble. You wave at her with a smile—feeling warmth fill your heart as she giggles and waves back with the biggest grin.

After Corner Store, you address the audience.

"Thank you all for being here tonight," You begin, and Schlatt scoffs.

Ted gives him a stern stare, "What's that for?"

"She's so full of bullshit. I can tell."

Ted groans, "Just try and have some fun?"

Schlatt glowers, "I just don't see the appeal. She's just another pop star. What's the big deal?"

As you reach the part of your set where you perform your new song, you're determined not to falter. But fate has other plans. You spot your mystery man in the audience, and his harsh words flood your memory, causing your hands to shake. You miss a beat, your voice faltering. A murmur of confusion ripples through the crowd, and you feel your eyes begin to sting.

"She can't even sing right," Schlatt scoffs, and Ted wants to slap him.

"Dude, she had a slip-up. Give her some grace." He focuses on you, willing you to recover.

You regain your footing as you look at the crowd, decked out in their fabulous outfits. But, when the night is over, you stand backstage and begin to cry. Your manager comes up to you, blissfully unaware of your tears.

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"What was up with that?" Your manager asks.

And you know exactly what Chris is referring to.

"He was in the crowd," You sniffle, "And it threw me off."

Your manager looks at you confused, "Who?"

You throw your head back and groan in frustration, "Whatever. It's fine. I'll do better tomorrow night," You promise.

"You better be."

The next night unfolds seamlessly, and as the crowd sings along to your songs, all your fears and worries dissolve. The joy and relief are overwhelming, and you're reminded of why you love this in the first place. The smiles you see are blinding, and your cheeks hurt from smiling back at them.

You go on your phone and open social media, flooded with pictures of yourself—captions about your performances at SoFi Stadium and how you did fantastic. You smile to yourself.

On your way to brunch, you run into dozens of fans, stopping to talk to and hug each one, signing papers and t-shirts. Schlatt spots you from the restaurant he sits in, rolling his eyes. Ted turns around to see what his friend is looking at. "Oh my god! She's here!"

Schlatt scoffs, "Yeah, unfortunately."

And to Ted's surprise, you make your way over to their table.

When you arrive, you stop and smile at both of them.

"Hi!" Ted greets, "I'm Ted." He reaches his hand out and says, "Huge fan!"

You smile at him, "Y/n, nice to meet you, Ted." And then you turn to your mystery man, "Hey," You timidly smile. Schlatt doesn't acknowledge you until Ted kicks his shin under the table.

"You're here," He scowls.

You smile at him despite this, and it makes something in Schlatt burn with anger, "Look, we got off on the wrong foot the other night. I'm truly sorry for bumping into you, and I'd like to start over."

Schlatt cocks a brow at you, "And why would you like to do that?"

"Because," You say, reaching your hand out, "I think there's more to you than the grouch who yelled at me. My name is Y/n. It's nice to meet you..."

Schlatt chuckles, "You're persistent, I'll give you that. He reaches his hand out, accepting your handshake, "Schlatt. It's nice to meet you, too, Y/n."

"Would you..." Ted pipes in, "Would you like our phone numbers?"

You pleasantly gasp, "I would love to be in contact with you two!"

You walk back to your table after exchanging numbers with Ted, giddy that you've made a new friend and that your mystery man doesn't completely hate you.

Teddy🧸: Hey, we're having a party. Interested in coming over? I can introduce you to some of my friends!

You: Sure! Send me the address, and I'll be there ASAP!

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You walk into the apartment and immediately spot Ted playing cup-pong. Trying to ignore the murmurs, you approach him and tap him on the shoulder. Turning around, Ted practically shouts at your arrival. He shouts your name and attempts to dap you up. You giggle as he drunkenly misses your hand. Schlatt swears he can hear the shrill noise from miles away, and he rolls his eyes as he spots your pretty pink outfit. Despite this, he lumbers over to you and Ted.

"Pop princess, what're you doing here?"

You turn to see Schlatt, smiling as you do, "Schlatt! How are you?"

"You've got a lot of makeup on. You really get somebody to do your hair and makeup for a stupid party?"

You shake your head, "No. I did it all myself!" You smile at him.

Schlatt lets his guard down for a split second, looking impressed over anything, "Well... You look like a clown. You should tone it down next time."

Ted glares at Shlatt, "Stop being mean."

Schlatt stares down into his cup, "Sorry," He murmurs.

It's truly a bad habit, but you can't help yourself from opening your phone right when you wake up. Your Twitter feed is filled with pictures of you at last night's party—captions suggesting that you have a new boyfriend, popular streamer Ted Nivison. You cock your head, muttering, "Ted's a streamer?"

Opening Google, you enter Ted's name and thousands of results pop up. Not only is he a streamer, but he has a YouTube channel, and then you find out he has a podcast. You binge them the rest of the day.

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You: Hi Teddy! How are you?

Teddy🧸: I'm good! How are you?

You: I'm good. Kinda tired. Those shows are no joke.

Teddy🧸: I believe it! But I'm sure you're killing it each night!"

You: Thank you, Teddy! You're so sweet! Have you seen the stuff on Twitter about us?

Teddy🧸: I try and stay off the cesspool. What are they saying?

You: Fair! And they're saying that we're a couple. Isn't that funny?

Teddy🧸: It is! Also, I GTG, talk later!

Schlatt clears his throat, "What's so funny, Tedward?"

Ted looks up at his computer screen, "Y/n is texting me. Apparently, we're all over Twitter."

Schlatt rolls his eyes, "You're really seriously ignoring me and this wonderful podcast for Pop Princess?"

"She has a name, Schlatt."

"What was it again? I forgot."

Ted rolls his eyes.

You groan as your alarm blares, hiding your head under your pillow. After snoozing it about five times, you decide to get up. As usual, you check your phone. You have a missed call from Ted. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you call him back.

"Y/n!" He exclaims, half shocked that you called him back.

"Teddy! Did you need something?"

You hear Ted release a deep breath, "So, Schlatt and I have a podcast—"

"I know!" You light up

"You... know?"

You giggle, practically able to hear the gears turning in his head, "I looked you up. And maybe I watched a ton of episodes of Chuckle Sandwich."

Ted is speechless; not only does he have the phone number of a world-famous pop star, but you have watched his stupid podcast that he makes with his idiot best friend. "Well... did you like it?"

"No, Ted. I hated it, so I watched almost every episode." You say, words drenched in sarcasm.

"You scared me for a second. Almost had a heart attack! But, back to why I called, do you want to be on an episode?"

You beam, "Of course I do!"

"Great! That's... great! Does tomorrow work?"

You nod furiously, "Yes! What time would you like me?"

"Does twelve work? We can grab lunch and then film?"

"That sounds amazing, Teddy! Thank you!"

"It's entirely my pleasure."

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You arrive at the restaurant, and you see Ted waiting in excitement. Across him is Schlatt, who is looking down at his phone.

Schlatt looks up at the sound of your heels clacking on the linoleum flooring.

"Teddy!" You greet as he stands up to hug you. Beside him is a man you recognize as Tucker. You outstretch your hand and introduce yourself.

The only open seat is next to Schlatt, who barely acknowledges you.

"Hi, Schlatt. It's nice to see you again," You smile at him.

He glances at you, "You know, Ted didn't tell me you were our guest until about ten minutes ago."

"I only did that because I knew you wouldn't agree if I told you beforehand," Ted clarifies before looking at you, "Don't mind him. He had a bad morning."

Schlatt throws his head back, "Oh, don't even get me started. But I think this afternoon is going to be better," He turns to look at you, "Not because you're here, but because we're at Korean barbeque. Beef bulgogi, here I come. You like Korean barbeque, right?" He's testing you, trying to determine if he should trust you.

"Who doesn't?" You answer, flipping the menu open.

Schlatt looks at Ted, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide open. "She likes Korean barbeque," He mouths with a thumbs-up.

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Schlatt almost walks into a pole, too enamored by the swinging of your ponytail as you walk to the studio. He cocks his head, almost admiring you.

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Once you're settled in at the studio, Schlatt finally asks his burning question.

"So, Pop Princess," He lets out a sigh, "What's in the fucking bag?"

You smile, "Well... You were at my concert the other night, so you might have noticed all the pink tiaras."

Schlatt looks wary, "Yes, unfortunately, I was at your concert. And, yes, I did notice all the pink tiaras."

"Well, I brought some for you!" You beam, and Schlatt hates how happy you look. He's so furious, in fact, that he can't stop staring at you. You pull one out and give it to Ted, "And I'd really enjoy—" You duck down again to pull out the second tiara. Getting up and handing it to Tucker, you continue, "If you wore them right now!"

Finally, you pull out a third tiara. Schlatt looks at you, then at the tiara, then back at you again, "I am not wearing that."

"But I even brought one for me," You pout.

Schlatt wearily takes the tiara, and he hates how you light up, "Don't get too excited. I'm not putting this shit on," He scowls.

"Welcome to Chuckle Sandwich," Ted says as you and Schlatt stare at one another. You're visibly sad, and something in Schlatt hates it more than when you're happy, but he doesn't admit it to himself—not yet.

"Okay. Thank you for taking it, at least," You sadly smile at him.

When you turn away from Schlatt, you see Ted and Tucker wearing the tiaras, and you gleam with excitement—a childish giggle escaping your lips.

Ted joyfully laughs as he notices your delight, "Hello, Chucklers, welcome back to another episode of the podcast."

Schlatt places the tiara on one of his legs. Clapping his hands together, he introduces you, "Today, we have a very un-special guest. Uh, you might recognize her—she's a Pop Princess who goes by the name of Y/n L/n," He turns to you, "Welcome to Chuckle Sandwich, I guess."

You beam, "Hi!" Schlat hates the little wave you do at the camera as you put your tiara on, "I'm very excited to be here!"

"That makes one of us," Schlatt murmurs.

"Schlatt," Ted puts on his low, warning voice, "Play nice."

Schlatt just childishly crosses his arms and slumps down in his chair.

"I brought something else for you, Schlatt."

That gains his attention, "What?"

You reach back into the bag and raise your middle finger. Schlatt's mouth gapes as you reveal your hand. He looks at the camera, takes the tiara, and places it on his head.

"Audio listeners, love you to death," Ted begins, "Our Pop Princess has just flipped grumpy 'ol Schlatt off, who is now wearing a tiara."

After a good ten seconds of staring at the camera with his mouth wide open, you speak, "You're going to catch flies."

He shuts his mouth immediately and turns to look at you, "Oh, shut up."

"No, you shut up." You retort.

"Oh, we got a real clever one over here," Schlatt points his thumb at you while looking at the camera, "Honestly, Ted, thank you for bringing Pop Princess here. It's so nice to hear her genius."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Your smile is saccharine.

Ted nervously runs his hand through his hair.

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"Hey, Schlatt, I have a question for you."

Schlatt wearily side-eyes you, "What?"

"Look, it's a would-you-rather question, okay?"

Schlatt slowly nods.

"Okay," you take a deep breath. "Would you rather have unlimited bacon but no more games, or games—" You turn to face him fully, "Unlimited games, but no more games?"

Ted stares in shock, while Schlatt just sits and stares at you with a dumbfounded look.

You try to hold in your laughter, "Well? Which one?"

"I guess I'll have to go with the bacon," He shrugs.

"Really?"

"Well... yeah. You get unlimited bacon."

You tilt your head, "But no more video games."

"But, unlimited bacon." You stare at each other for a few beats of silence before he speaks again, "What would you choose?"

"Unlimited games, but no more games."

He looks gobsmacked, "But you get no more video games."

"Wrong," You smile, "Saying "no more games" implies that I'm allowed to have unlimited games and no more than unlimited games."

Ted smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

Schlatt shakes his head, "No. That's not— no! No."

"Do you know what a pleonasm is?" You ask.

Schlatt shakes his head.

"The latter half of your question—or, rather, the question from inbox—is simply that, a pleonasm. A pleonasm is when you add more words than needed to make the question or statement more confusing."

Schlatt looks impressed more than anything, "Maybe you do have some brains."

You smile, "I do."

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"Okay, so the podcast is coming to an end," Ted announces, "So we have a very special question that we ask all of our guests," He looks to Schlatt, "Care to ask the question?"

"So... The Chuckle Sandwich is made of two things. I am the mayo."

"And I am the butt ends of the bread holding the sandwich together," Ted adds.

"So, Pop Princess, what part of the sandwich are you?"

You look at the camera, "You know, I've been thinking about this question, and I think I came up with a definitive answer. I am the pink heart-shaped sprinkles."

Schlatt furrows his brows, "You don't put sprinkles on a sandwich."

"I do." You respond.

Schlatt pretends to spit, "Nobody wants your stupid sprinkles on our sandwich."

You scowl, "Your sandwich is literally mayo on bread. You need something fun."

Schlatt looks around the room, "Somebody call security! This woman is going mad!"

"Oh, I'm the mad one?"

Ted looks into the camera, interrupting you and Schlatt bickering, "And that's all we have time for, folks. See you next episode, chucklers! Bye!"

You and Schlatt are practically yelling nonsense at each other at this point, but then you start to smile, and so does he, and you feel your heart rate pick up because he looks so beautiful with this genuine smile on his face—the one that's never been directed at you before.

"You..." You bite the inside of your cheek, "You have a nice smile," You whisper.

Then his smile falters, and you're worried that you've said something wrong—worried that he hates you now.

But then he smiles again, softer, "Yours isn't bad either."

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You're back at the hotel room, ready to unwind, when your phone dings.

Unknown number: Thanks for the tiara

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Schlatt. Ted gave me your number. You aren't half bad.

You stare at your phone for a second in shock, unsure of what to say.

You: Neither are you. Talk later?

Unknown number: Yeah. We'll talk later.

You: Bye, Schlatt :)

Unknown number: Bye, Pop Princess.

You: I'm leaving in two days.

Teddy🧸: I have to say, this is rather upsetting.

You: I'm really going to miss you guys. Do you wanna meet up tomorrow before I leave? Because the following day, I'll be up super early to catch an early flight.

Teddy🧸: Let me check with Schlatt!

You: Sounds good!

Desperate to soothe your nerves, you scramble around your hotel room, continuing to pack up. Your heart jumps with each notification you get.

Then you get a call.

"Teddy?" You answer.

"Schlatt can't do tomorrow, but he can do later today. Does that work?"

"In how long?"

"A couple hours. He said we could go for ice cream. You in?"

You gleam, "I'm so completely in."

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You sigh as your hands flitter around in a rush, messing with your hair for the fifth time in the past three minutes. It's just not cooperating with you today, and you frown.

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You stride to Ted and Schlatt with a warm smile, "Hi!" You greet.

Ted smiles back, standing to engulf you in a hug, "Nice to see you again."

You walk over to Schlatt, extending your hand to him, "Schlatt."

Shaking your hand, he's focused on your hair, "Your hair looks nice."

Your body fills with warmth, "Thank you. It was being difficult, and frankly, I don't like how it turned out, but I'm glad you enjoy it!"

Schlatt laughs a little and looks down at your hands, still in a handshake. Upon the realization that you've been shaking hands with him for well over a minute, you quickly pull your hand back to your side.

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"I'm going to miss you guys," You frown as you say goodbye to your new friends.

After hugging Ted, you go to shake hands with Schlatt, but to your surprise, he hugs you.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Pop Princess," He whispers, and you feel like you're going to tear up.

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As you board the plane the next morning, you decide to text Schlatt and Ted.

You: Boarding the flight now!

Teddy🧸: Have a safe flight!

Schlatt: Yeah, have a good flight!

You smile down at your phone when you get a separate text message.

Schlatt: Text me when you land. Have to make sure our Pop Princess gets to her destination safely.

You smile until you fall asleep.

Your episode of Chuckle Sandwich is uploaded during your first day in Austin. It's titled: "The World's Pop Princess Did WHAT To Schlatt?" And the thumbnail is a picture of Schlatt with his mouth wide open in the typical YouTuber clickbait pose. You laugh as you click on the video. It's weird seeing yourself sit there, and you fear the look of adoration as you stare at Schlatt is obvious.

Your suspicions are confirmed as you scroll down to the comments. Half of them are talking about you and Schlatt—how you look at each other, how he bickers with you, how you banter back.

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You've felt so alone in Austin the past couple of weeks, so your manager decides it's time for you to go to a party. You're not thrilled as you walk into the venue; the lights too bright, and the music loud enough to give you a headache. After about ten meaningless conversations, you decide you need a drink. You're about four drinks in when you see a familiar figure. Stumbling over, you tap the person on the back.

"Schlatt?" You slur.

He turns around, a confused look on his face, "What're you doin' here?"

"It is you!" And the look you give him makes part of his heart melt.

You swear he looks concerned, "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe," You giggle out.

Schlatt rolls his eyes, turning away from you for a second. He whispers something to the person he was talking to, then turns back to you, "How much have you had to drink?"

"It's so good to see you," You smile, tears welling in your eyes, "I know we text, but it doesn't feel the same," And that's when the first tear falls, "And—"

Schlatt looks at you with so much adoration that you wonder if your drunk mind is playing tricks on you, "Don't cry. 'M not worth cryin' over," He wipes your tears away with his thumbs, "It's okay."

You shake your head with a pout, "No, it's not. I've missed you so much."

"Doll, I swear it's okay. Let's get you to your hotel room, okay?"

You frown harder, "Don't wanna be alone."

"I'll take you back to my place, and you can sleep there. How does that sound?"

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As you talk on the phone, Schlatt's arm is around your waist, guiding you to his car.

"Chris, I'm leaving the party. And I don't need a car to pick me up. 'M goin' home with a friend."

Schlatt can't hear what your manager is saying, but based on your reaction, you're not a fan.

"He's the one I met in L.A., Chris. Stop being dramatic," You sigh, "No, the grouchy one."

Schlatt smiles at your description of him.

"I'll be fine. I'll call you in the morning," You pretend to gag, "He's the worst sometimes."

"Okay, pretty one, let's get you in the car."

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"Schlatt," You whine, looking at him with those sad eyes—bottom lip jutted out.

"Yes?" He murmurs.

"Can't take my shoes off," You look down at your strappy heels, then back to him, "Will you do it?"

You watch as he crouches down, uniting your heels and softly removing them.

"Your feet must hurt," He frowns.

"'M sore all over," You pout.

"Do you want to have a bath? I've got the salts and everything."

You giggle, "Been sniffin' 'em?"

Schlatt nods, "You got it exactly right, doll."

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You sleepily walk out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fuzzy robe. "Schlatt, I keep a mini hairbrush in my purse. Can you get it for me?"

He rummages through your purse to grab it, "You can just..." He looks at you, "Just call me Jay."

"Jay," You mutter, the name feeling slightly unnatural as it rolls off your tongue.

"You want me to brush your hair, doll?" Schlatt says, hairbrush in hand.

You nod sweetly, "I'd love that, Jay."

He instructs you to sit on the bed, facing away from him. He brushes your hair with expertise, starting from the bottom and working his way up. You hum with delight, and Schlatt is sure it's sweeter than your giggle.

"There you go, pretty girl. Hair's all brushed out."

You look back at him, "Can you braid it?"

"I don't know how to braid, doll."

Your heart flutters for the umpteenth time at the pet name, "It's easy. I can show you how?" You offer.

When Schlatt finishes braiding your hair, you ask for clothes you can wear to bed.

Schlatt runs a hand through his hair, "Yeah. What..." He swallows nervously, shaking his head to try and get out of his anxious haze, "What kind of clothes? I've got some sweats you can wear—or some shorts. Really, whatever you want, I've probably got it," He rambles.

"Shorts and a sweater would be nice," You smile.

He leaves you to change, and when he comes back, he's sure he sees an angel lying on his bed.

"I'm gonna head to bed, doll," He says, but he's met with your sad pout,

"Where are you going?"

"To the couch," He shrugs like it's obvious.

You look like you're about to burst into tears, "But why?"

Schlatt tilts his head, confused, "So I can sleep."

"You can just sleep here—in the bed with me."

You take his silence as rejection, sniffling quietly.

"Don't cry, pretty girl. I'll— I'll sleep here with you. Okay?"

You look up at him, "Really?"

He nods, peeling the bedding back and laying down beside you.

After a few moments of silence, you hum, "G'night, Jay."

"Goodnight, pretty girl. Sweet dreams," He mutters back.

You wake up the next morning with a raging headache. Groaning, you rub your eyes, and the night before comes flooding back into your memory. You open your eyes, turning to see Schlatt softly snoring.

"Jay," You mutter, to which he groans unintelligibly.

"Jay, get up," You mumble a little louder.

He grumbles again.

"Jay, I told Chris I would meet him at the hotel in half an hour. You need to get up."

Schlatt sits up, attempting to blink the exhaustion away, "Who's Chris?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, "You're being very loud."

"Sorry," He whispers, "Who's Chris?" He repeats.

"My manager."

Schlatt nods, finally looking at you, and he hates himself—he hates himself because he let you stay the night, and now he can't stop imagining what it'd be like to wake up next to you every day.

"Do you need me to drive you to the hotel?" He asks.

"'S okay, Jay. I'll have a car pick me up here. Can I return your clothes another time?"

"Yeah," Schlatt nods, but deep down, he wants to tell you that you can keep them—that you can take every single piece of clothing he owns and keep it, and he would only buy you more.

Schlatt calls Ted the second you've left.

"I'm in deep shit."

"What?" Schlatt can hear the confusion in Ted's voice.

"I'm in love with her, man," He rubs a hand over his face, "I'm so fucked."

"Slow down. Who are you in love with?"

Schlatt deadpans, "Who do you think?"

"No shot," Ted laughs, "You're in love with her? Seriously?"

"She came up to me drunk last night, and I took her back here and took care of her. I—" Schlatt sighs, "I'm in love with her, man."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Chris tells you to meet him in your room, and when you open the door, you're met with him pacing the length of the bedroom.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He brazenly shouts.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "Stop yelling. I have a headache."

"I don't care! You and that guy are all over the press!" Chris sighs.

You glare at him, "His name is Schlatt, and he's a very nice man."

"Well, say goodbye to him."

Your heart drops with your expression, "What?"

Chris looks at you like you're stupid, "Say goodbye to him. He's not good for PR."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? He's not good for PR. Besides, I have a boyfriend lined up for you already."

"A boyfriend? I don't need a boyfriend!"

"I'm doing what's best for your career. I don't want you to be seen with him again. Do you understand me?"

You feel defeated, "Yeah, I understand."

"You're a good sport. Now, get ready. It's time to meet your boyfriend."

You slump your shoulders, "Give me an hour."

"A car will be waiting for you downstairs."

You turn to look at Chris, "What's his name?" You whisper.

"Kaleb, Nelson."

And you feel dread and begin to eat away at your exhausted body. "Like... the movie star?"

"Yes. The movie star," Chris says before walking out of your room, leaving you to wallow in pity.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Jay <3: You get there safe?

You look at your phone and frown.

You: Yeah. Thank you for last night.

Jay <3: No need to thank me.

You: I have a question.

Jay <3: And what's that?

You: You kept calling me 'pretty girl' last night.

Schlatt grows nervous; he was sure you wouldn't have remembered.

You: Did you mean it?

Jay <3: Yes, I did, pretty girl.

Your eyes sting with tears as you read the message over and over again.

Schlatt smiles, feeling at peace, seeing the little heart bubble pop up at his message.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You don't want to meet Kaleb. You don't care about Kaleb. Kaleb can go die in a ditch for all you care! You slam your hand down on the bathroom counter in frustration. This is stupid, you think. Chris has your best interest in mind, so why are you so upset? Shaking your head, you re-focus on your makeup.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Don't look so happy," Chris jokes as you get in the car—you don't find it funny.

"Out of everybody in the world, you had to choose him."

"You're a good match! Lighten up!"

You glower at him, "A good match? Nobody's buying that. Nobody's going to buy this stupid relationship. For Christ's sake, I've never even interacted with him before!"

"That's why we're taking it slow," Chris explains. You're going to lunch with him today, and tomorrow, you'll be spotted out and about."

"I don't want to do this, Chris."

"It's what's best for your career."

You're silent momentarily, trying to decide what to say, "What if I want what's best for me?"

Chris only laughs, patting your leg.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Kaleb is there to greet you when you step out of the car, and you feel like you'll be sick when he goes in for a hug. Reluctantly, you hug him back with a weak smile.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Schlatt feels his phone ding.

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: Check Twitter. Look who's trending.

He furrows his brows, clicking the app open. He smiles when he sees your name trending, proud that you've created such a buzz again. Then, he reads the rest of the tag.

"Kaleb fucking Nelson?"

He's sure that Kaleb isn't your type. In fact, Schlatt's sure he's your type, and Kaleb looks nothing like him. He's bleach-blond with stark blue eyes, and Schlatt recalls something you said on the podcast.

"Some people with blue eyes and blond hair scare me," You giggle.

He remembers how you looked at him when he agreed with you—how could he be so stupid? Your pupils were practically hearts.

You don't text Schlatt for a few days, the guilt that's eating at you growing by the second.

Schlatt is obsessively checking Twitter and Instagram. He opens Kaleb's profile and clicks on his story. There's a picture of you smiling with a bouquet—it's captioned: My girl <3

You: Hi, Jay :)

Jay <3: Hey.

You: How are you?

Jay <3: Fine.

You frown at the text. And it goes on like this for a few more days. His responses are short—they're dry. You don't like it.

You: Is Schlatt okay?

Teddy🧸: Yeah, he's doing okay. Why, what's up?

You: He's been weird.

Teddy🧸: How so?

You: One-worded answers, void of emotion, etc etc. Did I do something wrong?

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: [Attatchment: 1 Image]

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: Dude. You're hurting her feelings.

Schlatt sighs, throwing his phone on his bed.

It's the week of your shows, and you feel like absolute shit. You don't like Kaleb. He's touchy and... offputting. But you have a show to put on, so you scroll through your tag on Twitter to see everybody's amazing outfits, and it brings you some peace. At least you'll be out there doing something you love.

Schlatt checks Kaleb's Instagram story again, and his heart squeezes as he sees a picture of you on stage with your million-dollar smile. He shuts his phone off and takes a sip of whiskey.

As well as night one went, you're equally, if not more, nervous tonight. Kaleb was being particularly annoying tonight, and you nearly lost it. So, you decide to check your Twitter tag again. You smile at the sea of pink, and then you see his face. He's front row, wearing the tiara you gave him weeks ago. You feel your heart jump as you see his million-dollar smile.

Schlatt is annoyed by the amount of people who have come up to him, and he denies a picture with all of them. He's here to see his Pop Princess, not to be pestered. There will undoubtedly be posts about how rude he is on Twitter, but he doesn't care. He only cares about seeing you perform. Part of him is restless, bouncing his leg. You haven't had a real conversation in about a week and a half. What if you hate him now? Then, his phone buzzes.

Pop Princess: Nice tiara, doofus <3

"Fuck yeah," He mutters.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

As the lights dim and the first notes of your opening song play, you hear the crowd roar, their cheers intensifying as they spot your signature pink heel.

You scan the front row for Schlatt—he's not hard to spot, especially with the tiara. He grins at you, and you feel yourself smile a genuine smile for the first time in what feels like forever.

At the end of the concert, Schlatt is sad to hear your final goodbye. He sits in his seat for a moment, thinking about all his interactions with you. Then he feels a tap on his shoulder, and all of a sudden, a tall man dressed in all black is escorting him away from the crowd.

"Dude, look, I know I joke about bombs a lot, but I swear I don't have one!"

The security guard gives him a look of confusion.

Then Schlatt realizes where he's being taken.

As soon as he sees you, you light up.

"Jay!" You run over and hug him like he's about to disappear.

He laughs, embracing you, "I still don't get how you dance in those heels."

You see Chris making his way over to you, "Go to the bathroom."

Schlatt looks at you, confused, "What?"

You point to the bathroom, "Go. Now!"

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Who was that?" Chris asks.

"Nobody. There was nobody here."

He narrows his eyes at you, "Who was that?"

You ignore him, making your way to the bathroom.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Why are we in the bathroom?" Schlatt asks.

"I have a boyfriend," You spit out.

And, just like that, Schlatt is snapped back into reality, "Yeah, I saw that."

"We're not actually dating. It's all for PR, and—" You shake your head, "I hate him. I'm so miserable, Jay."

And Schlatt feels horrible. You've needed support this whole time, and he's been doing what? Wallowing in self-pity? Drinking his feelings? Ignoring your texts?

He feels like an asshole.

His brows crease, "Why didn't you tell me?"

You frown, "I was scared you'd hate me."

"Why would I hate you?"

"Well..." You're unsure what to say because your thinking was utterly irrational. There's no logical reason Schlatt would hate you after you got a PR boyfriend, "I'm not sure."

He looks at you so soft and sweet, "I could never hate you, pretty girl."

You stare at each other, and right when he's about to say something else, you hear Chris shout for you from outside.

"I have to go. So do you," And you want to say more, but you can't, and you suddenly understand what Juliet felt like.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You: It was nice seeing you today.

Jay <3: I've missed you, Pop Princess.

You: I've missed you, too.

You: Come to tomorrow's concert. There'll be a car at your place at 3.

Jay <3: Will do, pretty girl.

Schlatt is relatively familiar with your set, and he looks on in confusion as somebody brings a stool on stage. You're doing one of your outfit changes, and you're supposed to perform your unreleased song. Instead, you walk out with your guitar in an outfit he's never seen.

Sitting down, you don't address the audience; you simply begin to sing.

We stand worlds apart, bound by chains only we can see

I fight fate with trembling hands in hopes of what could be

You think back to the fight you had with Chris this morning.

"I like him!" You yell, "I don't care if you think it's bad for my image—it's what's good for me. He's what's good for me."

"What about Kaleb?" Chris argues.

"What about Kaleb?"

"He's your boyfriend!"

You angrily throw your hands up, "He's not my boyfriend. He's a douche that I can't stand! He makes me miserable!"

"He's what's best for your career!"

You feel something ignite in you, "No, he's not! How can I further my career if I'm miserable?"

Chris stares at you, "Your streams have increased since you started dating Kaleb. He's good for money."

That's when it clicks for you. Chris doesn't care about you—he never has. Your career has always been about money for him.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

My forbidden love, they say you're wrong My forbidden love, they say we don't belong

"Look," Chris sighs, "I've looked into this 'Schlatt' guy. He's bad news."

"No, he's not!" You dispute.

I would give my life, I would take the fall I would risk it all, for my Forbidden love, my heart skips a beat Beneath the moonlight where I meet

"He's kind and caring!" You continue.

My forbidden love, they say you're no good But I would risk it all if it means we could

"He's not a good fit! He's crude and not what you need!" Chris yells.

"How would you know what I need?!" You shout back.

"I'm your manager! I know what's best for you!"

I would risk it all if it means we could I would risk it all if it means we could

"Not anymore. You're not my manager anymore. If you actually cared about anything other than money, you'd understand. You'd listen."

My forbidden love, they say you're wrong My forbidden love, they say we don't belong

Chris scoffs, "Fine. Have fun running your career into the ground with him."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You stand, tearing up as you lock eyes with Schlatt, who looks equally ruined. The crowd's cheers fade into background noise as you stare at one another.

thank you so much for reading <3

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minaj-estyyy · 4 months

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“Quirk training” with Denki would somehow end up with him crying on your dick 😭

Denki is definitely a free thinker, so when he was scrolling on the internet and was thrown down a rabbit hole of violet wands. The more he scrolled, clicking on videos and pictures, the more he found himself imagining it happening to him. The more he thought about it, the harder he got. So he’d decided to ask you to help him.

He’d walk right up to you and blurt the question out, or he’d ask you at the most random time. “Oh wait! I forgot to ask you. So basically I was on the internet and….”The more he talked, the less focused you were on the current match of Mario cart you guys were playing. When he looked over to your side of the split screen to see your car not moving, he looked over at you, your eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

Apparently that was a bad sign in his mind because he embarrassingly began making excuses about the situation. “Well I was just-just thinking it would help with my quirk! Maybe i could learn to tolerate more electricity with the wand…” he’d said, looking down with an embarrassed smile.

You agreed to help.

You find yourself in denkis room, laying a towel down on the bed while he’s in the bathroom, setting up the wand and its accessories on a nearby table. Denki walks out the bathroom, playing with the bottom of his shirt, something he does when he’s nervous. When he gets to the bed you grab him on the shoulder.

“Hey, don't worry," you say with a smile, trying to ease Denki's nerves. "We can take it slow and stop if anything feels uncomfortable or wrong." Denki nods and takes a deep breath, climbing into the bed to lay down on the towel.

After going through the instruction manual, you start by testing the settings on the wand, lightly tapping it against the pad of your thumb before running the tip of the device lightly over Denkis chest, watching his eyes for any signs of discomfort.

Denki starts getting nervous before thinking back to how fun it looked online, his nerves quickly fading.

Seeing as he took the lightest setting pretty well, you increase the sensitivity a few more notches.

Denki jolts at the electricity coursing through his body before shivering, usually when he uses his quirk it goes straight to his head so this is new for him.

“Are you alright?” You ask, bringing the wand closer to yourself but further away from the other. “No yeah I’m fine, that was great!” Denki said, giving you a quick smile and a thumbs up.

You smile back at him before turning the wand up higher again. This time when you bring it to Denkis chest you press it on him instead of just tapping it.

“Ooh!.” Denki reached up to clench the abused skin. Catching his breath.

“Too much?” You ask, setting the wand back down.

“We can keep it T-there for now..” Denki says, rubbing the area softly.

“Can you take your shirt off? I want to see if I burnt you. It said that could happen in the instructions.” You said, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and taking it off with his help. There were 2 red small dots on his body, one of them a little darker and puffier than the other. When Denki notices it he shutters.

You run your fingers over his shoulders, down his chest all the way to the waistband of his shorts before circling back, searching for those sensitive areas, making a mental note of them all before you bring the device back into the picture.

As you run the wand over those sensitive spots on his body, eating up his little cries and whines you look down to find his top half filled with little red marks, a few of them welts.

The next time you bring the wand back down onto denkis skin, he lifts a shaky hand to stop you, grabbing your wrist and leading the wand down to his groin area with a desperate whine.

When you finally run the wand over his crotch, he arches off the bed. Reaching up to grab your wrist. He’s panting heavily, hair sticking to his forehead. When you approach him again with the wand you see a small wet spot on the front of his grey shorts. Fuck.

Next thing you know your hands are to busy holding his arms down to his sides to use the wand, your dick deep inside, thrusting at a violent pace while his back is arched off the bed. His fucked out expression making your stomach flutter.

At least his brain isn’t fucked up from his quirk this time.

—

😛

Muah 💋

#denki kaminari #sub male character #mha x reader #dom male reader #denki x reader

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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first askkkkk anyway SO HEAR ME OUT either a Tim Laflour x really Uber hyper female coquette reader… like Tim comes over, dumps all his hockey stuff on the floor, and hops in his gfs light pink canopy bed or something like that UBER FLUFFYYYY and she babies him and he just loves it (ik he does)

Omg I love thisss!!! he’s so silly

𝒪𝓅𝓅ℴ𝓈𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓈

Masterlist

No warnings rlly (: also I used to be a hockey player like most my life and I always had extra shit laying around, so this is from my experience 😭 like I would have the stuff I usually use and then stuff I never did, but that’s enough from me

You sat down in bed, watching the tv and eating a bowl of cereal. It was late at night, your boyfriend at hockey practice.

Once you finished, you got up, throwing the bowl in the sink.

You looked around in the living room, extra hockey gear and things like jackets and necklaces were sitting neatly on your couch that all pointed to your boyfriend. The dark clothes contrasted your pink ones.

And even if you both were total opposites, he didn’t mind. If anything, it made him love you more.

You loved to support him in whatever he did, whether that be his hockey team or anything else he randomly did. And he loved to support you with a giant smile and a thumbs up.

It was times like these when you missed him most.

You went back into the room, switching the channel after a while. You stopped on the hockey game. His favorite team was playing, and it made you smile as you thought of him.

It was interesting, you watched it until it finished, then looked to another one of his shirts, this time neatly on your bed, next to some stuffed animals.

You grabbed it, then the stuffed animal. You hugged the shirt to your chest along with the stuffed animal, your eyes slowly closing.

(I do that all the time, but maybe that’s just me)

The key on his piercing jingled as he shut the door softly. He looked around, the lights were off, and his stuff was neatly on the couch, his hockey stuff even against it. He kicked off his shoes, putting his other hockey gear next to the door. He turned on a light.

He made his way to the fridge, opening up a bottle of water. He looked around the place, it felt like home, almost. It was where he felt more comfortable, and he found himself coming here more and more.

He then looks into the room, the light still on. He leaned against the doorway for a moment, taking a picture in his mind. He watched your chest rise and fall, your pink stuffed animal and his shirt tucked against it.

Your pink shorts and his white t-shirt, the sight was perfect. He shrugged off his jacket, throwing it somewhere onto the floor and taking off his pants, leaving him in a shirt. He was tired, and did not feel like changing.

He practically jumped into bed with you, the bed bounced slightly, making him wince in fear of waking you up. Luckily you just stirred a bit. It wasn’t until he put an arm around you that you work up.

“Mmm… Tim?”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yes.” You laughed sleepily, opening your eyes now and looking at him.

“The one thing I tried not to do. Sorry.”

“You’re fine. How was practice?”

“It was… alright.” He said hesitantly.

“You beat someone up again, didn’t you..?”

“Look, I just can’t stand this new guy-“ he started, making you laugh.

“How was your day, eh?” He asked you.

“It was okay. Your team won.”

“You watched it?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah. Just for you.” You kissed his cheek, making him smile even more. You reached a hand around, putting a hand on his hair now. He laid his head down in your chest, as you messed with his hair.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you, baby.” You mumbled back, giving him a kiss on his head.

#matthew lillard fluff #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard #tim laflour x reader #tim laflour #senseless movie #senseless

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captainlondonman · 6 months

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Skin or not Skin

Jake remembered exactly the first day he got off on Skinheads. The day when Skins started to infiltrate his brain. He was walking down the High Street when he saw in front of him 3 Skinheads from the rear. Two were in tight bleachers which seemed moulded to their arses, the other was in camos. All had high boots with either red or white laces, the boots were highly polished. All wore Alpha bomber jackets. The taller was clearly powerfully built and his green jacket had the sleeves pushed up to show off all his tattoos and Jake could see the spider web tattoo all the way across his neck. The other two guys were smaller, the chubbier one’s arse really filled out his bleachers he wore a black alpha bomber and the third guy wore green to go with his camos. They walked together in a threatening way and Jake could see people turning round to stare. He heard the tall one shout out

‘What the fuck are you looking at. Never seen a Skin before. Quit the looking or I’ll punch the living daylight out of ya.’

‘Who the fuck’ he turned to his friend. ‘We’re skins we own this fucking place. I take no fucking prisoners.’

Jake’s cock was rigid, he looked down at his trackies and Christ it was making a huge bulge. He quickly wrapped his jacket over his trackies to conceal it but he felt so horny looking at these powerful gays with their shaved heads. They oozed power and aggression. He was under their spell.

They walked off in a different direction but as soon as Jake got inside his flat he had his cock down his trackies, still rigid and now a large wet patch of precum showing. He flipped his cock out and leant back against the wall with his eyes closed dreaming of especially the tall guy imagining what he looked like from the front, imagining that if his bleachers were tight on his arse then he would be showing a huge bulge inching its way down his leg. He wanted to be at the guy’s mercy on his knees ready to take the cock all the way down his throat. He wanted to feel part of the Skin. Jake’s decent sized prick was almost vertical it was so hard as he started to run his hand up and down the shaft his cock head glistening with precum. The more he rubbed he more he could almost feel himself under full control of the Skin, being a full sub to his top. He could see the full picture of the Skin and his mind was in overdrive as his wanking brought him to ejaculate. He threw his body outwards, shouting ‘fuck me Skin let me be your slave.’ His spunk lashed out, the biggest wank and most cum he had had in ages. He was hooked.

Jake could not get the ideas of Skinheads out of his mind and he started trawling the internet for photos. Once he got on to Tumblr, there were photos everywhere, not just normal pics but Skins fucking and sucking each other. Jake had never wanked as much in his life. The more he looked at these sites he suddenly one day decided he needed to have some of his own gear that he could wear around the flat. Nobody need know but at least he could feel more like a Skin. He went on to eBay to see what he might get and sure enough he bought the long white socks, the Lonsdale T shirt and red braces. He went on to the Doc Martens web site and found the high boots with red laces. Under bomber jackets he found the green Alpha jacket just like the tall skin who even though he had not seen the guys face was becoming his idol. Finally there was a bleachers site and he looked to see what was available. He hardly needed to decide it had to be ones with the rear zip. He was impatient to have them all and each day hoped the postman would deliver the clothes he craved for. They duly arrived and he was ready to wear for the first time but he also purchased two other items to complete his pleasure.

Jake laid all his new clothes out and stood back to admire. It was all Skin gear and he could wear the things that Skins wore and feel like one of them even if he wasn’t. It wasn’t as easy as he thought to put it all on especially lacing up the boots but before he managed to step into his bleachers his cock was so hard and pulsating with pleasure. Just like his hero they were so tight at the arse but his thick cock was stuffed down his right leg making a bulge that he never knew he had. There was the beginning of a precum stain showing. He put on the T shirt and then attached the braces to the jeans. At first he pulled them up but then remembered his idol let them hang down and so he did the same. He put on the green alpha bomber last and stood with his legs apart staring at his new look in the mirror. OK so he still had his head of dark wavy hair but he looked like a God, almost a Skin. So he could act out the part he took his new piece of clothing out. A full rubber hood with eye slits and another for his mouth. He pulled it down tight and it was pressed tight against his whole face all the way down to the base of his neck. He then looked at himself. Now he no longer looked like Jake but like a Skin. He let his arms swing wide and staring into the mirror he shouted

‘I’m a fucking Skin mate, I’ll fucking kill you. You want a fuck well I’m a skin fucker. I take no shit.’

His cock was bursting as he felt himself become a skin but he needed the one final thing. From his bed he took up the 9” black rubber dildo and let a few gobs of spit roll over the shaft. Easing the rear zip down he let himself go into the squat position and pushed the dildo up the crack of his arse. Watching his reflection he carried out shouting ‘I wanna be fucked by a skin. Skin to fucking skin. A good sized dick up my arse. Only a skin dick.’

He could feel the dildo moving up inside him until it was all the way up to the hilt. He felt as if his idol was inside him. His skin idol fucking the living daylights of him and he also a skin.

Using one hand to push and pull at the dildo he undid his front zip and yanked out his boner, taking it firmly in his other hand.

‘That’s it mate fuck me you skin and let me cum.’

The more he rammed the dildo in and out of his arse the more his hand gripped his shaft. He was hardly needing to wank such was his excitement at seeing himself almost a skin and with a black rubber dildo all the way up him.

‘Fuck me you fucking skin, take me, spunk all the way up me man.’

And with that he came his cum spraying across the mirror, running in thick globs down, white and thickly creamy.

That night Jake slept in his full skin gear feeling encased being a skin. He woke up every now and then to press his hand on his seemingly constant erect cock. He had never felt like this.

He had hoped to rush home from work the next day to get back into his gear but had to meet friends after work for a drink His mates asked him if he was Ok as he seemed on edge but it was only because he wanted to stand in front of the mirror and shout abuse at himself.

As he left the pub he suddenly caught sight of his Idol, again the rear view only. He was on his own and looked as if he was on a mission. This time Jake thought he did not want to let him out of his view so quietly managed to follow him. He went down the edge of the old railway sidings making it difficult for Jake to hide but he managed to keep on the other side of the old railway carriages. The Idol walked into the darkened tunnel and stood at the far end leaning against the wall. Jake could now see what he looked like and it was even better than he imagined with the shaved head, the cobweb tattoo and a scar on one of his cheeks. He had obviously been in many fights and his nose looked like a boxer’s having been broken several times. But to Jake he was all man and good looking. As Jake stared at him his cock was hard and he started stroking the trousers as his breathing increased. Suddenly he was aware of a noise on the other side of the carriages. Crouching he looked under the wheels and saw a pair of high Doc Martens with white laces moving towards the tunnel. The guy stopped at the tunnel opening. The Idol turned round to see who was approaching and put his hand to his crotch stroking the full length of his shaft and arching his back out so they could see the full thick outline. The new Skin stopped and also stroked his bleachers. He was a muscle guy with just bleachers and vest and Jake could see the tattoos all down both arms. The Idol unzipped his flies and brought out his cock. Christ it looked huge and was glistening in the night light. He then took his hand and started massaging the shaft. The other Skin started walking down the tunnel until he was facing the Idol who put one arm out grabbing the guys hand and placing it firmly on his cock, his other arm going round the Skin’s neck and pulling him in to tongue him. Jake thought he would cum without any wanking he was so excited.

Suddenly the Idol moved his arms and spun the Skin round so he was flattened against the wall of the tunnel. The guy put up his arms and moved his arse out into the Idol’s crotch

The Idol pulled down the rear zip of the guy’s bleachers and poked two finger into his crack, moving them around to widen the hole. Taking the finger out he let spit drop onto his prick and rubbed it gently up and down the shaft so his spit covered the full length of his tool. Placing one arm on the guys shoulder he used the other to guide his dick into the crack and slowly Jake could see him shoving it up the full length. The skins mouth opened in pain as he could feel the thick diameter force its way up. But he clearly loved it as he pushed his arse outwards so he could feel the Idol’s pubes rub against his bum. With his cock fully up, the Idol put both arms on the shoulders of the skin and started to push and pull sliding his cock almost the whole way out and then ramming it back in with greater force. The more he pushed the more the Skin shoved his arse backwards. The idol gripped hard the shoulder blades as his pleasure increased. Jake could make out that he was nearing his orgasm. Jakes cock was so hard it was painful and though he put his hand into trousers it was caught inside so he had to rub the denim. As the Idol shot his load so Jakes own cock exploded down inside some of the cum oozing out through the fabric the rest forming a long drip line. Jake was breathless. This was like a dream come true the only drawback was that it was not him with the Idol. The two skins zipped up and giving one another a good tonguing, went their separate ways. It was only raw sex they wanted and both had been satisfied.

For Jake this was almost a dream come true, seeing the Idol ‘s large prick and then seeing it ramming the other Skin. He hardly slept working out his next move but he knew what had to be done.

The next evening when it was dark he put on all his Skin gear apart from the mask and slipped out of his apartment with a long coat covering most of his gear up in case someone saw him. He drove down near the tunnel and parked up then got out to hide in the bushes. His heart was racing. Would the skin return looking for more sex. The mere possibility had his cock hard the bulge straining against his bleachers. He heard a noise and sure enough his idol walked past and into the tunnel loitering at the end where there was a glow of light.

Jake was terrified but he so wanted to have the Skins cock. He put on the rubber hood pulling it tightly down over his head and neck. No one would know he was not a skin as the hood was so tight. He moved out of the bushes and started to walk towards the tunnel, making sure he walked with a swagger just like a Skin his arms slightly out as though he might be ready for a fight.

The Skin saw him at the end of the tunnel and stubbed out the ciggie from his mouth to let his hand come down and stroke his bulge. In the dim light Jake could make out the long hard bulge. Jake let one of his hands rub his own dick in the hope the Skin could see that he was also well hung. Jake felt like a skin about to have a session with another real Skin.

Trying not to breathe too heavily he approached the skin and stood in front saying nothing but waiting.

‘Luv your fucking hood mate .It’s making me feel right horny. I’ve a boner and a half here and need a good blow job so quit the looking, get down in front of me mate.. I want to see you unzip me and get yer hand inside my sweaty crotch and pull me out. You’ll like what you see. I want you to take the full length.

Jake did as told and got down on his knees and put his hands up to unzip the bleachers. He opened the button so he could get his hand inside and pushed his hand down past the hairy balls. Shit it felt as if he had to put his hand all the way down the guys leg to pull it out.

‘Don’t yank at it mate it’s me fucking prick.’

As Jake pulled it out so he could see the large head glistening with precum. He lowered the bleachers more so he could also get the balls out, and they were well hung.

‘Glad you like the balls as well mate as you can pull them while you suck me off. Luv me balls being pulled. Now get some of yer spit onto me dick before you suck.’

Jake let a big gob of spit emerge through the slit in his hood. And putting one hand around the guys balls he took hold of the shaft with his other hand and moved it to his mouth. The Skin could see the cock head sliding past the rubber slit as it entered Jake’s mouth

‘I fucking love the hood mate. Luv seeing my dick going through the rubber.’

At first Jake thought he might gag but all he wanted was to have the full shaft slide down the back of his throat. As he grasped the Skin’s bleachers so the Skin let his hands slide over the hood.

‘Fucking love your rubber mate makes me even hornier. Almost as good as a fuck. Love me hands on the rubber pushing my dick further and further into yer throat. Shit man you love cock the way you’re gobbling me. Now pull on me balls, yank them down let me feel some pain.’

Jake grabbed the balls even tighter and pulled hard.

‘Fucking hell that’s sore mate but feels fucking great. Now suck.’

As Jake pulled so the Skin holding Jakes rubber clad head pushed his head in and out towards his pubes. Jake’s mouth was so full of cock. This was real.

‘Shit man I’m gonna come so get ready to take all me spunk and swallow it so you feel me going all the way down into you. I luv yer fucking rubber.’

And with that the Skin exploded his cum into Jake’s throat, so much cum that it started to ooze out the rubber slit and down the front.

‘Shit man what a fucking blow job, yeah man.’

Once he had come he pushed Jake’s head back and took his hand to wipe any left over cum off his dick before stuffing it back into his bleachers.

‘I need to see what you look like mate, you’re something else.’

As we went to put his hands on the hood Jake said

‘No man leave it as is you liked the hood so let’s leave it at that.’

‘Did you not hear me? I said I want to see what you look like. Do as I say or Ill fucking knock you.’

The Skin leant over Jake who was by now terrified and slowly grabbing the base of the neck the Skin pulled the mask up and over Jakes head.

Jake could not move. The Skin stared hard at him.

‘You’re not a fucking skin. All that clothing is just a joke. That fucking mass nof hair. You’re fucking pretending. Nobody but a Skin has sex with me. I fucking hate someone like you who thinks he is skin. It’s not just fucking clothes. It’s a way of life. You slimy little bastard.’

‘I’m sorry but I love skin clothing and I’ve seen you around and so wanted sex with you.’

‘I could fucking kill you trying it on with me and having me cum like this. Don’t think you are getting away with this so stand up, NOW.’

Jake was almost paralysed with fear and did as told. The Skin put Jake into a stranglehold, tightening his grip around the throat.

‘I’m sorry, I really am.’ Jake blurted out. ‘I just wanted to be like you.’

‘You don’t fucking piss with me mate. Fucking little bastard. I’ll teach you. I could fucking well strangle you now.’

Jake felt his breath was being squeezed out of him, was becoming more and more dizzy, the pain increasing as he tried to breathe. Suddenly it was too much and he passed out.

Little by little Jake could feel his eyesight returning. He was not dead. He was not standing and he could hardly move his head. He realized he was on his knees but his neck felt cold and it was as though his neck was in a brace. He had no idea where he was . It suddenly dawned on him that he was in a cage and his head was jammed into a hole in the cage but not just that as he brought his hands up to his neck he could feel a steel collar around his neck. As he managed to look in front him, unable to fully raise his head he saw a pair of bleachers in white laced Doc martens in front of him. The Skin was on a stool facing him.

‘Wondered when you’d fucking well come round. So how do you feel. You’re mine now and it’s up to me what to do with you. Only I can let you out. I see you pissed yerself when I choked you but at last it’s drying out. Anyway bleachers are best if they’ve got dried piss down them. Skins like their boots nice and shiy so you can start licking mine.’

The Skin put one of his boots up into Jake’s face.

‘Now let me see a few good gobs on them before you lick.’

Jake cleared his mouth and spat several times onto the boot.

‘Now let me see you fucking lick. Start with the sole until I tell you to do the caps.’

Jake could feel the dirt and mud from the boots come up into his mouth. He wanted to gag but knew he would be punished so he swallowed and got on while the Skin stared at him.

‘That’s right mate now get on with the cap.. Let me see your tongue go all over.. Stick your fucking tongue the whole way out so I can see.’

Jake extended his tongue and licked over the surface. Being in the cage and at the Skin’s total mercy, licking boots made his heart race and he could feel his cock inching down his bleachers.

‘Good boy, now lick me other boot but let me cover it with some of my spit so I can see you taking in all my gob.’

The Skin spat hard on the boots, thick slimy spit.

‘Bet you love me gob eh mate? That’s right really lick, let’s see whose spit is best.’

Jake wanted to swallow the Skin’s spit as though he was devouring the person and making him part of him. Jake let his tongue linger on the spit and slurped it on the toe.

‘Lovely stuff mate. You see you’re mine. So you thought you could get away being a skin with that fucking hair of yours did you. No Skin has any hair we shave every other day and make it nice a shiny. That way you know not to mess with us. We are hard men and that ain’t just our cocks. So you know what is coming next. That hair of yours is going and soon you can see it all piled up on the floor.’

The Skin got out a barber’s electric razor and started working it over Jakes head. Jake wanted to shout out to stop but he wanted his hair gone and the more hair that was shaved off the more aroused Jake became.

‘Bet you’ve got a fucking boner with all this mate. Once I’ve finished with the electric razor I need to take the hand razor to get it all off so will put some shaving foam over your head. It’s all coming off a fucking treat mate. Gone all that fuzz of yours.’

Once the skin had used the razor he took a wet towel and removed all the remaining foam off to reveal a nice shiny bald head.

‘OK mate you keep the steel collar on but I’m letting you out the cage so you can stand up. No funny stuff about escaping cause I fucking punch the living daylights out of you.’

The gate was released and Jake crawled out slowly standing up to his full height in front of the Skin.

‘Now let me see you proper. He took his large hand and slapped it over Jake’s face a couple of times.

‘A few bruises makes you look the real stuff boy.’

‘Shit man you sure look a fucking good skin. You looked a right pussy boy before but now scalped you look fucking great. And what did I say?’

With that the Skin took his hand and grabbed hold of the outline of Jakes stiff cock straining at his bleachers.

‘I said you had a boner and not a bad one at that. I like me skins with big dicks and you pass the test. Turn round.

Jake did as told and then felt the skins hands moving across his arse.

‘Those bleachers of yours sure give your bum a nice tight shape. I love a solid arse and you know what your arse is for eh boy.’

‘Yes sir to be fucked,’

‘Too fucking right. What with that arse of yours and yer erect pole I fucking wanting to shag you and get my dick all the way up that arse of yours. So bend over the cage but first get that cock of your out and lemme see. Jake stuffed his hand down his trousers leg and pulled out his dick.

‘Let me get my hand around that boy. A good thick one you’ve got there. Might need to feel that up me at some stage but for now you are mine.’

Jake almost shivered as he felt his cock being squeezed by the skin and feeling his beery breath on his face.

‘So you’ve seen mine but have another look now before I get it up you.’

He pulled out his cock, and he was clearly feeling so horny it was almost vertical.

‘I’ll need to push this one down boy to get it up you as you’re making me feel right horny. So before you bend over bend down and let some of your spit on my dick. That way it’ll go up easier for you.’

Jake let two big gobs on to the thick shaft and bent over, the Skin unzipping the rear of the bleachers.

I always fuck a guy in gear. Naked ain’t the same. I like my guys in full skin.’

The Skin got down behind Jake and put his face up against Jake’s arse using his tongue to lick and with his hands he could spread Jake’s cheeks wide to let his tongue get up the first part.

‘Lovely soft arse you’ve got there. No taste of shit. Now get ready to take this. Spread your legs and you’ll find it easier to take my thick tool Jut that arse out as well.’

Jake was almost gagging to be fucked by the Skin. This is what he had wanted since the first day he saw the guy. As he stuck his arse out so he felt the skins head burst through the opening. For someone who was so aggressive in his way of life he was gently taking Jake knowing that his tool would hurt unless Jake was ready receive it.

‘Like that boy?’

‘Its fucking great. A right monster you have there’

‘I like your use of the word “Fuck” boy as we skins use it all the time. Shows we mean business.’

‘Then fucking fuck me sir.’

‘Don’t worry once I get this up to the hilt in your arse don’t expect me to be gentle. Now that’s it in really push yourself up against me then you have all of me inside you. Shit man you’ve been fucked a few times before. That arse of yours has had a few cocks up them.’

‘Yeah but none like your cock.’

The Skin put his arms round Jakes thighs.

Now stand up so you can press your body against me.

As Jake stood up so the Ski put his arms around Jake holding him tight and then kissed his neck.

‘Shit man I want you and not just tonight. Seeing that neck of yours has decided me that tomorrow you’ll have a good tat put across the back. I wanna see “Skinhead” and in big letters and then on your shoulder you’ll have my name showing all the lads you belong to me. Now let me get my hand onto that cock of yours and we can both orgasm at the same time. You’d like that eh?’

Jake gulped as the Skin rammed his cock in and out as he let his body go from tight against the Skin and moving it slightly out until the thick head was almost ready to pop out but he knew exactly when to stop and then force himself back against the Skin.

‘Fuck, wank me man let me cum in your hand. I wanna have your hand covered in my spunk. Go on fuck me man, fuck me hard’, Jake shouted.

‘Take my fucking dick, feel me deep inside you sliding that massive shaft of mine up and down that juicy arse of yours. I can feel that dick of yours pulsating ready to erupt.’

‘Just fuck me, cum all the way inside me and get the spunk all the way up me.’

‘You’re about to get it I’m ready man. So you too man spunk away.’

‘I’m a fucking skin being fucked by a fucking great skin. Its fucking brill man that’s it fuck me unload that spunk now.’

And with one final push the Skin shot his load deep inside Jake’s arse and the Skins hand was covered with thick creamy spunk.

They sank back over the cage exhausted

‘That’s the fucking best shag I have ever had.’ Jake shouted.

‘You won’t get better than me.’

‘Here’s a towel, wipe yourself off and get that prick of yours back in your bleachers. I’ll zip up your rear. You’ll soon have a nice damp patch of my cum oozing out that crack of yours and everyone will know who done it. I’m taking you to the skin club to meet the lads but you keep that collar on for now. I want them all to know that you are mine and I ain’t sharing you out. They’ll all want a bit of that cock so get ready to be touched up but its only me that gets to use your arse.’

‘I don’t want anyone else. I am yours and only yours and I am a skin at last. No longer a dream thanks to you and the real thing. A skin and your skin.’

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gok1bvri72 · 9 months

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/Reader's Gender/: Irrelevant, not mentioned

/SFW ofc/

Honestly just me simping for this boy, I simply adore him! He's just so funny>< My cringe, 2000s - 2010s mindset just eats up all the very angsty content that is just a beautiful snapshot of the era! I wish I could have just have been old enough to have experienced it myself T^T

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MMMMM THIS BOY HAS NO DARN RIGHT BEING THIS /FINE/.

Okay but seriously how did you land him, I want clear cut directions and instructions.

All the girls (and even some boys👁👁) are INCREDIBLY jealous of you. Kid's the cutest boy in the school!

/And/ he is Lord Death's son! Literally just about every girl is seething at you when you walk past them, biting on their shirt/dress collars all angry like.

If I had to guess, it was probably you who asked him out.

He may be absolutely gorgeous, stunning, and have a silver tongue but that doesn't exactly mean he knows how to use any of it....

What I'm saying is is guy is /awkward/ with a capital A.

Sweetheart with good intentions once you get to his core and can find a way to look past his obsession with folding toilet paper, but still awkward regardless.

So whether you boldly walked up to him and declared your love with a bouquet of roses and dramatic lighting and music or you were stumbling over your words, on the verge of crying and soiling your pants, and just giving up and running away- you were still the one to ask him out first.

Depending on how you asked I can see him responding in a plethora of ways but my favourite is dead ass looking you in the eye and saying "Even though I'm asymmetrical garbage?" while a singular tear just dramatically trails down his cheek.

Realistically he probably just said yes at first cuz he had nothing better to do. Or if you were the ladder option of the before, probably felt bad.

But the more time you guys hung out the more he found himself beginning to actually /like/ like you.

Maybe you were helping him snap back into focus during his episodes- or maybe you were trying to make him happy by dressing as symmetrically as you could and folding your toilet paper. (Even if it wasn't perfect, it's the sentiment that counted for him this time.)

At first, it just felt weird when you weren't around and he would find himself thinking about you in those situations. But then he started finding himself actively seeking you out when you weren't there.

He would be having a perfectly normal Sunday and then he would find a picture that reminded him of you in a magazine or maybe saw a shirt in the clothes store's window that he thought you would look cute in.

Then he would begin to wonder what you were doing at that moment. He would find himself missing your presence. And when he noticed this, he immediately denied it.

He just agreed to hang out cuz he felt bad/was bored, right? /Right?/

But it kept happening, more and more. It began to happen when he was on missions, he would get distracted and slip up. Okay, this wasn't working out. He needed to do something about this.

He asked you to partner with him on missions.

Let's assume you're a weapon in this scenario. (If you're a meister you just go with him with your own weapon.)

His excuse was "Well if Liz or Patty is out of commission, I can't fight. And since you're a set of perfectly symmetrical twin blades you would make for an excellent back up."

So you started going on missions with him, a lot.

But one time, Patty got sick. So just you and Kid went on the mission while Liz stayed home to take care of her.

This started happening more and more. (Not the Patty getting sick part, although she did probably get sick off of eating crayons regularly a few times.)

At this point, you were essentially going on as many solo missions with him that he had gone on and goes on with Liz and Patty.

But what really made him realise that he does actually like.... /like/ like you was when the two of you resonated souls.

It was weird, being able to hear each other's unfiltered thoughts.

He learned about a lot of weird things that go on inside your head after that- but that's besides the point.

Point being, with how easily the two of you resonated souls without having ever practised before was kind of the last nudge he needed before he decided to stop running from and denying his genuine feelings for you.

He didn't really change much after that, after all you don't exactly become a new person immediately after he acknowledged his feelings, but he did seem a lot happier once he came to terms with it; lot less tense at least.

He seemed a lot less hesitant when asking you out for a spot of tea and was /a lot/ less hesitant when touching you. Of course he still isn't /huge/ on PDA outside of hand holding, but he doesn't feel the need to slather his hands in hand sanitizer after holding yours and doesn't ask you where you've been before hugging you.

That and he doesn't do the awkward side hug anymore, he iniates actual hugs now. Not often, like I said he isn't much into PDA and probably- no, /definitely/ doesn't like his clothes wrinkled but.... maybe he doesn't mind so much when it's you.

After all, he /does/ love you.

And you fold the toilet paper for him.

#death the kid x reader #death the kid #soul eater #soul eater x reader #adelita writes

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vinyldreamsfuckup · 3 months

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Warnings: drinking, smoking, fluff, banter

You were always known to be quite fiery. Most of the guys would call you stubborn and feisty but also incredibly hot, kind, and endearing. you found yourself at a t-shirt shop making a custom t-shirt for your boyfriend all because of something he said, and it all kind of clicked. Maybe you were quite stubborn and you definitely followed through on your pranks.

So here’s how it started, you were out on the road with Guns N’ Roses. You and Axl had become quite close considering you were dating Slash. And you two LOVED pulling pranks on him. Lived for it actually. This one might just be the funniest one yet. It wasn’t one where someone could get hurt or something like a simple jump scare. This took time and effort. Slash and you had quite the dynamic, always teasing and poking fun at each other. So when Slash said you were “getting old” and would “have gray hair soon” you took it a step further. You and Axl had been making fun of Slash ALL WEEK. Practically convincing the poor 24 year old he had gray hair. Calling him Grandpa, telling him he’d need hair dye and a cane soon. You realized you might have taken it too far when you’d seen him checking his hair for gray hair.

So all of it leads to now, you two had come up with a truce. He wears a specially made t-shirt and you’d both stop with the old jokes. Even though they didn’t even make sense because you were only 22 and he was 24, but it was beside the point. So here you were, standing in the dumb t-shirt shop in Ohio just hoping you finished soon so you wouldn’t make everyone late. You were making him a “World’s Sexiest Grandpa” t-shirt with the dot above the ‘i’ being his iconic top hat. And when they held up the first for you to inspect it, you knew it was perfect.

You stepped onto the tour bus holding the shirt behind your back. Axl looked over at you with a huge smile. Slash was sitting on the couch drinking and bantering with Axl and Duff. When he saw Axl’s wide grin he turned to look at you.

“Hi baby, whatcha got there?” Slash asked raising an eyebrow.

“Oh nothing,” You bit back a smile and kept your hold on the t-shirt. Axl chuckled.

“You’re being really suspicious,” Slash said with a small laugh and he stood up. He set his cup down on the small table that was bolted to the floor, “What is it?”

“Okay, I have a present for you,” You said with a smile. Slash’s eyebrows furrowed and Axl laughed even harder.

"A present?" Slash raised an eyebrow. You nodded and giggled slightly, "Well what is this present?"

You gently pulled the shirt from behind your back and showed him the shirt. Axl and Duff started laughing loudly and Slash's jaw dropped.

"Oh my god. It's even better than I thought it would be," Axl laughed out. Duff was wiping tears from his eyes as he tried to breathe through the laughter.

"No fucking way," Slash laughed and stood up. He walked over to you and grabbed the shirt from your hands.

"Is that his fucking top hat?" Axl asked through his laughter. You nodded proudly as Slash immediately took off his shirt and pulled on the new one.

Duff's laughter bubbled out of him, filling the whole tour bus with the sound, "Oh my god! It's even better with it on."

"Wait! Wait! Oh my god!" You chuckled and ran to the back of the bus. Slash giggled and lit a cigarette. He leaned on the small dining table and crossed his arms.

"Yeah yeah. Laugh it up. I think this whole "grandpa" thing is growing on me," Slash chuckled out. Axl and Duff could barely breathe as they watched him. The shirt was a size too small and was tightly pressed against his chest. You walked back down the small hallway of the bus holding a Polaroid camera.

"No. No, I will not be taking pictures in this," Slash chuckled out as he straightened.

"Oh come on. Don't be a grumpy grandpa," You chuckled out. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, one picture," Slash said seriously. You laughed.

"You'll be taking more than one," You said jokingly. You brought the camera up to your eye and prepared to take the picture, "Smile."

Slash rolled his eyes and posed for the picture. He put his hand on his hip and smiled goofily. You chuckled and took the picture. Axl and Duff laughed and went to grab the picture as it rolled out of the Polaroid.

It turned into a full of photoshoot with Slash goofily taking pictures in the shirt that was much too small for him. You were so in love with him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close to his chest.

"Are you happy now?" Slash asked. You nodded.

"I am," You responded, Slash set his head on your shoulder.

"So no more grandpa or grandma talk?" Slash asked as he raised an eyebrow. You couldn't help but smile.

"No more grandpa or grandma talk. Even if you are the world's sexiest," You said with a teasing tone. He let out a breathy laugh.

"God I love you," Slash said with a smile.

"I love you too," You responded and bit back a smile.

#guns n roses #slash gnr #slash guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses fluff #slash fanfiction #imagine #axl gnr #duff gnr #axl rose #duff mckagan #gnr #gnr fanfiction #slash fluff #slash serpentine🐍#saul hudson #gunsnroses #guns n roses imagine

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Push Me Over - Chapter 4: So It Goes...

18++++++***** MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WARNINGS: SMUT. Mentions of death. P n V, unprotected (wrap it up folks). Oral receiving, fingering. but really this is the chapter you've been waiting for. 😘🥵🥵 *** I wrote this chapter to the song So it Goes by Taylor Swift**

(not my picture. Photo cred: Pinterest)

Dani got home a little later. She spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about Hugh and the super hot kiss they shared. The words he said to her, making her mind race. He had asked her to maybe get coffee and maybe if they did that and she got to know him, it would help get him out of her mind. She decided she was going to ask him that day.

After the grueling day of filming they had, Dani saw Hugh walking back to his trailer and decided it was now or never.

“Hugh,” she called out. He turned around, a smile crossing his face.

“What’s up darlin’?” he asked.

“Would you like to get coffee with me?”

“When?” he asked.

“Now? Or whenever you’re done?” she replied.

“Let me get changed.”

“Cool, I’ll be in my trailer.”

As she waited for Hugh in her trailer, scrolling her phone, her heart began to race. It was going to be just the two of them. It’s fine. You’re just co-stars, maybe potential friends. Get him out of your system, he’s old enough to be your father. She was lost in her overthinking when there was a knock on her trailer door.

“Come in,” she said, as the door began to swing open. Hugh walked in, wearing his signature tight black t-shirt and jeans. Goddammit he’s fine.

“Hi darlin’. Are you ready?” he asked. Dani nodded. They began to walk over to where their cars were parked. “Want me to drive?”

“That’s fine,” she answered. A smile crossed his face as he opened the passenger door for her. She had a surprised look on her face when he got in the car.

“What’s the look for?” he asked with a laugh.

“I’ve never had a guy do that for me before and I’m from the South,” she replied. Hugh started up the car as they took off.

“Well, sounds like you haven’t been around real gentlemen.” The comment took Dani aback, but it made her smile as they looked for a coffee shop.

A little while later, they found a perfect little coffee shop out of the way as they sat there together.

“Other than you being extremely feisty and can fucking sing, tell me more about yourself,” Hugh started. Dani looked taken aback, but she was ready. She took a sip of her latte and began talking.

“Well, I’m originally from Georgia. My real name is Danielle Olivia James-Levy, but because of the Levy acting family, I chose to go by Danielle James, my mother’s maiden name. I went to school for Business, thinking I wasn’t going to go into the family business, but fell in love with theater when I was there and got a dual major.”

“Wow, beautiful and smart. I knew you acted, but I didn’t know you did theater. Is that where the singing comes from?,” Hugh asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, it’s something I don’t get to do a whole lot of. I would do small shows in between acting gigs, while working a real job, until something happened. The singing thing on the other hand, that’s something I’ve done since I was kid. I’d walk around singing, enough for everyone to tell me to shut up once in a while.” She looked over at Hugh who couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “So, enough about me. How about you?”

He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. “Well, there isn’t too much about me that you can’t find online. Well, other than what I mentioned to you the other day.”

“I’m sorry you’re going through that. Do you want to talk about it?” Dani asked. Hugh’s eyes got soft, almost like sadness came through them.

“We don’t have to sweetheart,” he started.

“You listened to me and I promised you I’d listen,” a warm smile crossed her face.

“Well, my ex-wife and I had been married for almost 27 years. We met back on a TV show in Australia. She was older and I thought she was out of my league, but it worked out. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to have biological children of our own, but we adopted two wonderful kids. Now that the kids are older and have their own lives, I guess during Covid, we were spending so much time together, it felt more like a friendship than a marriage and got worse during the writer’s strike. We did everything we could to save it, but we both felt like the relationship had run its course. It just feels weird.”

“Like you’ve been in the relationship so long, you don’t know where to go next. I mean I’ve had my share of relationships, but nothing of that caliber. I commend you for making a relationship work in Hollywood, especially when you’re as big a star as you are.You just don’t see that anymore.” “That’s very sweet,” he answered. “I’m curious about something you didn’t mention. Shawn is your Uncle, how’s the relation work?”

Dani took a long sip of her latte before beginning. “Well, My dad was Shawn’s older brother, but passed away in a car accident when I was 25. It was something we asked to keep out of the public and the reason I shelved my dreams for a while. My mom still lives in Georgia with her new husband, finally happy again.” She looked over at him and he had a surprised look on his face.

His hand reached across the table, grabbing hers. “I’m sorry about you dad, sweetheart. I lost mine in 2020, his eyes meeting hers. The more she was around this man, she was finding it harder to not want to be with him. Fuck the age difference.

“Thank you. I’m sorry about your dad too,” she replied as he squeezed her hand. She kept looking over at him, not being able to take her eyes off of the gorgeous man in front of her and it looked like he was on the same page. “I guess it's getting late.”

He nodded as they left the cafe and got into his car. He opened her door for her as he took off. He turned on some music and So it Goes… by Taylor Swift began to drift through the radio. She glanced over at Hugh driving and felt her heart racing, not knowing what was going to happen next. He caught her stare as his hand reached over and found her leg. They stopped at a red light as Dani went for it.

“Hugh,” she breathed, coming over the center console and kissing him. He reciprocated, but then the light changed. “I’m sorry…,” she started. Before she could get the words out, he pulled the car over in a dark alley as he came over the center console and kissed her. Their lips and tongues in a hot tangled mess. Dani reached for anything she could, to be closer to this man. He pulled back and cupped her face.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop myself and I won’t unless you want me to,” he started.

“Your place or mine?” Dani breathed. Hugh drove to his flat immediately.

They all but kicked down the door to his flat as they stayed intertwined. The second the door shut behind them, Hugh picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his waist, as his hands cupped her ass, their kissing, feverish.

As they fell on the bed, he braced himself above her, getting lost in her green eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. She nodded her head as she sat up and yanked her shirt over her head followed by her bra and threw them on the floor. He followed suit and his shirt ended up in the pile on the floor. He went for the waistband of her leggings, slowly pulling them down with her panties. “Fuck,” he groaned, taking in the naked woman in his bed.

“Pants off, Jackman,” she ordered, a smirk on her face.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, undoing his belt, and kicking off his pants and boxers, crawling over her.

Dani propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the man in front of her. He may be 55 years old, but he was built like a fucking god. From the way his muscles bulged to the way his v-line was sculpted. Then she caught sight of the happy trail of hair that led to his perfect dick. God he was huge.

He began kissing her lips before moving to her neck, making her arch into him. He liked her reaction as he continued down her body, to her breasts as he circled each peak with his tongue, while never breaking eye contact.

“Fuck,” she moaned. He added to her pleasure as she felt the pad of his finger on her clit.

“Sweetheart, so wet for me,” he groaned, moving down her body and to her pussy. His tongue began soft strokes, before he plugged right in. She cried out at that feeling as she grabbed for his hair as he pulled her down to the end of the bed to devour her even more. The feeling of his facial hair added to the pleasure.

This man has experience.

“I can’t…,” she cried out, letting her orgasm go.

“God, you taste so good sweetheart,” he replied, wiping her juices from his beard and moving back over her. He stilled above her for a moment, realizing something. “Princess, I wasn’t planning on sex tonight, so I’m not prepared.”

“I’m on birth control, Hugh. I need you too much to stop now,” Dani answered, pulling him down to her as their lips locked and she tasted herself on him. His long fingers found her soaking core as he began pumping just enough to get her honey on him as he stroked it down his cock. He grabbed ahold of himself as he teased her with his tip at her entrance.

“You ready sweetheart?” he asked. Dani nodded as he began to push himself inside. He stilled for a moment at how tight she was and that if he began to move, he might just bust.

“Move, please,” she begged. His hips began to move slowly, savoring every moment with Dani. The hold this woman had on him in a short amount of time was baffling, but god, did he feel something with her. Her lips on his, her nails digging into his back, the way she molded to him.

Dani’s hip movements began to meet his own and he felt like he might be a goner. He grabbed her hands with his, interlacing their fingers, pressing them into the mattress sending them both spirling and fast. “God sweetheart, you are fucking perfect,” he said, kissing her.

Her heart began to race again as electricity shot through her body at his words and his movements as she clenched down on him and hard. He wanted to be as close to her as possible as his forehead touched hers as he knew he was done for.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as he chased his own release, white-hot ropes, coating her insides. He finished as he stayed locked on her, both panting and sweaty. The connection between the two of them, intensifying. He pulled out as their releases flooded out of Dani, turning Hugh on even more. He got out of bed to his bathroom to clean up and brought her back a towel.

“Sorry, the old man hasn’t done this in a while, so I wasn’t prepared,” he said with a laugh, getting back in bed.

“You’re fine,” she replied.

“Come here,” he said, offering his arm. Dani moved over and cuddled into him as he kissed her forehead. “Did the old man do ok?” he asked.

“More than ok. You were fucking phenominal,” she replied, drawing circles on his chest and feeling across his toned abs. “Can I tell you something?” He raised an eyebrow at her question.

“Sure, sweetheart.”

“First of all, stop calling yourself old man. Second, I may have known what you looked like from your movies, but until I saw you at dinner, I never knew how attracted I was to you. I went home that night and the night after you came to my trailer and got myself off to the thoughts of you.”

Hugh began stroking her hair. “Well, sweetheart, that’s definitely not what I thought you were going to say, but since the night of the dinner, I can’t be in a room and not think about the bad things I want to do to you.”

“So, it sounds like we’re on the same page,” she answered, putting her head on his chest.

“Yes sweetheart, it does,” he answered. Hugh interlaced their hands, wrapping his arms tighter around her, knowing that with Dani he felt a new chapter of happiness.

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In The Dead of Night

FOUR

Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, especially because I haven't seen the movie.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

I didn't ask for permission to take Simone's phone, but I took it harshly from her hand and looked closely at the Snapchat story. It really was Eric, dressed in a big gray t-shirt and with sweaty hair and face. I started it over when it ended just to look at him over and over inhale from the joint. I didn't notice Simone and Angelica looking at me strangely where I sat between them, breathing faster and faster.

“Do you know him?” Asked Simone in irritated confusion.

“No… But his brother is my best friend…” I said lowly and continued to look at Eric. I recognized every tattoo on his hands and arms, and his eyes looked sad, like they did when he was lost in thoughts.

“Robin?” Asked Angelica, surprised. She had met him a few times, but he acted just as polite and nice as usual. That he would have a brother like Eric probably shocked her just as much as others.

“Yeah…” I didn't have more to say than that because I was busy looking at Eric over and over.

“So he has lied to you? And said he's dead? I didn't think he hated him so much,” said Simone with a scoff. I looked up at her, and she took her phone back.

“Hate him?”

“Robin has always hated Eric, and I understand him. Eric is an egotistical, manipulative addict.”

I couldn't stop myself from being offended on his behalf and gave her an angry look.

“You're his ex! Of course you think that!” I stood up in protest, and she laughed unamused and looked down at her nails with an unreadable face.

“Yes. Yeah, because I saw him take morphine, tramadol, and heroin until he couldn't do anything other than lie in a pile on the floor. You didn't see your boyfriend piss himself on the subway. You don't even fucking know him!” She looked up at me with shiny eyes and furrowed brows. My heart beated hard in my chest. I could see the inner context behind the pictures of Eric she took. She had a picture of him on the subway. It looked like he slept with his mouth open, but maybe he was deep in his intoxication. She was his ex, but I loved him. I turned on my heel and ran out of the club. My head and heart beated with the music, and my stomach twisted like the people on the dance floor, and when I exited the club, I puked up every mojito I had been drinking that night. Bent over with my short dress riding up, I cried loudly. People probably just thought I was drunk, and after some minutes of my panicked cry, a nice guard stopped a taxi for me.

I calmed down in the taxi by the soft movement but thought about Eric's face in the Snapchat. He was alive. I could see him again.

I didn't even think about how Angelica hadn't run after me or that she didn't even send a message. I just opened up Snapchat and added “JickJackRoo42” as a friend.

×××

Robin had lied to me, but even worse, he, or Eric, had lied to Lotti. She missed Eric every day like someone had turned off the sun. I couldn't see a reason to do it and wondered what I missed. Everything was confusing, and I wondered how my dreams came into all of this. I had already decided that they weren’t just dreams, but then I found out. Eric had never been dead, and then suddenly my dreams were completely unbelievable.

The day after meeting Simone went to just think about the mess, ignoring Angelica's phone calls and looking at Snapchat after JickJack’s acception. I needed to meet Eric and see if he was the same amazing guy that he had been in my dreams. Simone had nothing good to say about him, and maybe I had believed his mother’s words a bit too much.

That day it was also time for Odin to come to me, and I knew Robin would leave him at 2 pm. We had the same routine every week. I didn't know what I felt about meeting Robin; the lie was so big, but I also wanted answers. Maybe there was a good explanation but I doubted it.

As always, he unlocked my door by himself, and I could hear him try to make Odin sit by the door, but he refused. He continued to try and try with a more irritated voice every time. Odin's whine and Robin's irritated voice stressed me and made me just more nervous at the thought of talking with Robin about Eric.

I walked out to the hallway with crossed arms, still in my pajamas.

“Let him be; he won't sit. You know it too,” I said with a tired voice and sighed. Robin looked up at me, irritated. He was as perfectly styled as usual, in a pink button-down and white jeans.

“Fine, fine. Maybe we should give up completely? That would look good!”

I looked at him and felt some sort of rebellion. He with his stupid facade. I tried to calm down taking a deep breath but instead the frog in my throat took a moment to jump out of my mouth.

“You lied to me. You lie to Lotti. Eric isn't dead!”

Robin looked at me with raised brows and released the leash, so the dog jumped around my legs. He crossed his arms and smiled in irritation.

“That doesn't concern you!” He said it angrily with a raised voice.

“It does when you lie about such a thing to me!”

He rolled his eyes at me.

“Me and Eric made that decision together for mom's best interest. He has his problems and needs to work on them.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“His ex said you hate him.”

Robin looked at me confused but then gave me a strained smile when he realized who I've been talking to.

“He's a junkie. Yeah, I have some mixed feelings for him. It's not like it didn't affect others. I've seen my parents cry their eyes out because of him, and he just wanted money. You know, he came high to mom's Christmas party. It was a big thing for her; she had it every 22nd, and he came so fucking high he couldn't even stand up!”

I swallowed hard because I wanted to defend Eric, even if it didn't sound good at all.

“But your mom didn't care what others thought! She loved him more than anything!”

Robin paused and looked away, then laughed unamused.

“I know. That's why he even succeeded in getting her to meet his dealer because he withdrew and couldn't by himself. He forced her to meet criminals because he's a disgusting fuck that has been a parasite on my parents his whole life!”

Robin screamed the last part, and it stressed both me and Odin, but he was the only one of us that started to bark. Robin sighed and dragged a hand through his perfectly styled hair that continued to be just as perfect anyway.

“He and I made this decision together, and it's the best for my mom. He's dead, and he will continue to be,” he said before he turned around and walked out and left me and Odin with our hearts in our throats.

×××

It was too much to think about, and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. Not to meet Eric, because I knew now he was just as alive as me. I sounded out loudly in frustration while crawling down under the cover and then motioned with my hand to Odin that he was welcome to lay next to me. He jumped up, pleased because he knew a nap meant a long walk after it.

I took a last look on my phone and saw a message from Angelica. I saw the first seven words in the notification banner:

I'm sorry, but you must understand that…

I wasn't interested in reading her excuses and was too tired and confused to even take the time to write that I didn't want to see her again. I just put the phone on my nightstand and closed my eyes. I would have probably felt different if I knew a guy named Jack had accepted my friend request just ten minutes after I'd fallen asleep. I didn't notice it until I woke up an hour later, but then I also had a chat message from him. I looked at the notice with a bit of panic. If I opened it, he would see I had looked at it, and I must answer quite fast to not seem weird. What did I want from him? I just knew I wanted to come close to Eric, but I couldn't write that to him. Lies, lies, lies. I needed lies. I opened the chat when I felt I had some lies neatly organized in my head.

Jack: Who are you?

Della: Hey, we met at a party once, and I wonder if you have Eric's address?

Jack: Eric's? Yeah sure. Do you want to buy?

I looked at my screen and sighed. Fuck, he really was selling drugs.

Della: I just want to know where he lives. Or have his number.

Jack: Haha ok. You girls…

He gave me both Eric's number and his address, just like that, without knowing who I was at all, but I guess it was different when a girl wanted that information about a guy than the other way around, and it wasn't like many were a threat to Eric when he looked like that. I smiled to myself and felt heat in my cheeks when I thought about his height and muscles. I didn't just miss Eric as a person but also his amazing body, and now I knew where he lived. He lived in the same town as my oldest sister, Demi. It was a bigger town, but my sister lived in a well-trimmed suburb. It wasn't that far away, a two-hour car ride. It would be so easy going there; I could do it tomorrow if I wanted to. Just borrow one of mom and dad's cars and… Go there.

×××

My parents never asked so many questions anymore. I was a grownup who hadn't done anything stupid in many years and had a responsible life, so when I wanted to borrow the car for a time, they didn't ask what I would do, not even when I didn't say for how many days I would have it. My dad just joked that I must pay for the gas by myself and that they wanted me for dinner soon.

Odin had traveled long distances in cars before and didn't fuss just as long as I stopped so he could pee and drink some water. He was an energetic, irritating dog quite often, but he didn't really have problems when he knew he must focus. It was like he could see the difference between different situations and when he needed to be calm.

In the car, I listened to the music me and Eric listened to together. For a few seconds, I even had the thought of listening to his Spotify account, but that felt a bit too much like stalking. It was weird that it felt like stalking, but not the fact that I was in his town. How I could fool myself that it was worse to listen to his Spotify than park outside his apartment building was a mystery.

I walked Odin on the street with a beating heart. Eric may be right there, and I would see him for real. I wondered how I would react to seeing him. It felt like I would probably cry. I had a bit of PMS, and usually that made me tear up easily.

Odin found a big pile of autumn leaves where he started to play around, and while he did that, I looked around the street. It was a rough neighborhood, and I would probably not dare sit in my car alone there at night. There was graffiti on the buildings, and the people walking by had a tough attitude I wasn't used to in my town. They didn't seem to see a reason to move away for someone else and talked loudly to not be drowned out by the cars driving by. I didn't belong there; even if I had traveled and seen much of the world, I could feel I didn't belong. I wasn't afraid or uncomfortable; I just had learned to know where I could flourish, and this wasn't it.

When the wind started to blow coldly, I began to freeze in my trenchcoat and moved to the car again, to Odin's disappointment. He would probably be pleased smelling pee and playing with orange leaves the whole day, but I needed warmth and soon a coffee to have the energy to wait on Eric.

It turned out I needed more than a coffee to be able to wait on Eric because he didn't show himself before three o'clock, but when he did, he really made an entrance into my life. He threw the door to the building open and walked out like he owned it, or like the street was his runway. He looked just like he did in my dreams. Tall and threatening but with a sad disposition.

He stopped after walking a few long steps to light a cigarette, then he continued to walk towards my car. My heart beated harder and harder in my chest for every step he took. Odin whined in the back and startled me when he suddenly made an excited bark. Eric turned his gaze to the car but couldn't see anything because of the tinted windows, but I got a moment to look straight at his face. He was so beautiful with his green mesmerizing eyes and plump lips. Even if he had small tattoos spread out in his face, he looked like artwork.

He took a drag from his cigarette but then turned his eyes forward again and walked by my car and out of my vision. I heard myself make a pained sound and pressed my hands against my eyes, even if I had worked long and hard to get my eyeliner perfect. I couldn't understand why I did this. Either I should just make contact with him or leave him alone; stalking was not an answer; it would just lead to insanity.

Even if I hadn’t thought such wise thoughts, I took long walks around his neighborhood with Odin and stared at everything that must be his everyday life. Just a block away was a gym, and I pictured him working out his toned body there. In the same building was a grocery store. He had said he loved meat and didn't eat much carbs. He cared about his diet, and I wondered if that place had what he needed. I stood and looked at a sign for tenderloin when Odin started to pull on the leash. I sighed, irritated, and pulled back on the leash, but he didn't stop pulling.

“Hey, hey, buddy,” said a voice I recognized and made my stomach and throat knot together. I followed the voice and saw Eric in his long coat making Odin sit in front of him with just a snap with his fingers. Literally, he pointed towards the ground and snapped with his fingers and made the dog sit down and look at him expectantly. Eric smirked a little and shook his head, like Odin's behavior was just silly.

“Cute dog,” said Eric kindly with a shy smile towards me, then backed off like he had done something wrong. I looked at him with big eyes without succeeding to get a word out until he had walked two steps back.

“Thank, thank you,” I stuttered and cringed because of my own awkwardness. He looked back at me with a small smile and then brightened up as he walked towards me with his hand in his pocket. In the other hand, he had a package of eggs I just noticed. When he came up, he pulled out his hand to give me a small piece of paper with a picture of a neon sign; “The Pulse.” Under it was a text: “Failed Human Experiments” and the date for that Saturday.

I looked at him confused, and he looked at me once unsure.

“Ehm, if you want to experience some sick DJ’s,” he said with a shoulder shrug.

“Oh, oh, it's, it's you?”

I felt my cheeks heat.

“No, no. Some friends. But yeah. You can come, if you want.” He shrugged again and then walked away so fast I didn't even have time to give him a goodbye. If I hadn't met him before, I would have thought he was weird and maybe thought some prejudiced things about his looks, but I knew he had a shy side, and it probably didn't come natural to him to talk with someone unknown like that. He was probably also used to people having prejudices about him, some of them even true.

I looked at his broad back covered in the black coat while Odin whined by my feet. I hurried back to the car to be alone again and be able to let Odin sit by himself in the back so I didn't need to think about him. Then I leaned my forehead to the steering wheel and cried. It was really Eric. Kind, sweet, dangerous Eric. My Eric.

I looked at the paper, damp from my sweaty hand. Saturday. The Pulse. He must be there.

×××

“So a guy?” Asked my oldest sister, Demi, while looking at me doing my eyeliner in front of the bathroom mirror. She sat on the edge of the bathtub while her oldest daughter, Lina, sat on the toilet lid. I didn't really appreciate an audience while doing my makeup, but they had been nice enough to give me a bed when I had asked to sleep there to go out on a date. A date, that was what I called it. I said the same thing to Robin after having left Odin with him in an awkward manner.

“Yeah, I met him on Tinder.” I lied and tried to fix the wing on my left eye.

“What's his name?” Asked my sister’s daughter curiously with a giggle.

“Eric…” I said with a small smile and searched after my powder in my makeup bag.

“You're blushing!” Teased Demi with a giggle. I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop smiling. I was such a lost case.

“He's just really sweet.”

“Can I see his pictures?”

I stopped searching in my makeup bag to just imagine her reaction to Eric's appearance. Her husband was a teacher and looked like the stereotypical math teacher in outdated glasses and dad bod.

“I want to meet him first before sharing that. Maybe you know him or something.”

I didn't believe my sister knew him, but I needed an excuse, and on top of that, I didn't even have any pictures of Eric on my phone.

“Yeah okay. But be careful, and if he seems weird in any way, just leave.”

I smiled a little; her “big sister warning” was cute.

“I promise.”

×××

The club was not far from where Eric lived and didn't look like much to the world from the outside; it was just the same neon sign as on the paper but a long line with people, alongside the building, waiting to get in. It calmed me to see, but it also scared me because many of them had a similar look as Eric, but of course not his looks.

I had never gone to a club by myself before and probably looked like I didn't belong there. Not so much because of my appearance because there were other not so expressive people also standing in line, but I probably looked quite terrified, so a girl with blue hair felt some sort of need to take care of me until we came in, and then it was me who said goodbye because I had a mission.

“One mojito, please, with extra mint!” I shouted to the bartender with a shaved tattooed skull. He gave me a nod, and while he mixed, I looked around in the club.

It looked quite rundown, with scribbles and posters falling apart from the walls, but I understood it was a part of the look they were going for. They wanted a punky aura even if they played techno and other electronic genres.

When I'd paid for my drink, I walked around and looked at people dancing hysterically, chatting up by the walls, or pushing to get some air in the small alley outside. It was a cool place, but my friends, like the girls in the salon who were much more uptight than me, would have complained about the smell of weed and the dirty toilets. Robin would have refused to even go in.

After my second turn, I had drunk up my drink and walked to the bar to get a new one. It was crowded with people around it, and the bald guy and a guy with long hair worked as fast as they could. Or almost as fast as they could because both of them sometimes took a small break to talk to a guy by the bar closest to the wall. He had been so annoying and took a high chair to sit by the bar even if there were signs that chairs by the bar weren't allowed. I looked at the bald guy throwing a can of Coke towards the guy on the chair, and I saw a big tattooed hand catch it easily. “PARA”. It read on his knuckles, and I knew “DISE” was written on the other hand. Eric. I sighed at my own bodily reactions when I saw him completely. He wore an acid patterned t-shirt in a khaki color, had his little dagger dangling from his earlobe, and black smudged eyeliner. He laughed at the bald guy and opened his can so he could mix it with his glass of whiskey.

“One mojito, please. With extra mint,” I said distractedly to the bald guy as I continuously glanced over at Eric. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to see his every movement.

“Sure.”

If I had looked at the bartender, I would have seen him smirk at me by my obvious fascination for his friend, but I didn't notice, I just noticed Eric looking around a bit bored and drinking his whisky cola a bit too fast.

“Do you want your drink?” Asked the bartender with humor, and I looked at him confused, then down at the mojito in front of me.

“Oh, sorry…”

I grabbed my card but looked towards Eric again. I paid with fumbling fingers and then dropped the card on the ground. I groaned loudly to myself; I was just too embarrassing. When I came up from the floor again, I met the bartender’s eyes.

“Is it Eric you’re looking at?” He nodded towards him where he sat, playing with his cigarette pack. “Sorry to say, but… He's not interested.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion. The bartender licked his lips and looked towards Eric, then leaned closer to me like he would tell me a secret.

“He has a broken heart.”

I looked at the bartender, and my eyes probably looked sad because he nodded like he felt the same thing.

“But I get you. He's a handsome dude, and you're not the first one to try.”

I continued to just look at him with big eyes. I was disappointed, fascinated, and worried for Eric. A broken heart. I turned my eyes towards Eric again, who had stood up with a cigarette between his lips. He walked by me on his way out, and I tried to catch his eyes. I would almost throw myself at him to just get some attention, but his gaze was high, like he looked over everyone else from his high height. I could see girls looking at him with big eyes, but he didn't acknowledge anyone, even if some of them were hot in the same way as his ex. He just wanted a smoke.

×××

While the DJs played, I just looked dreamily towards Eric, trying to get him to look back at me, but he acted like I didn't exist. He still sat by the bar, so I stayed there too. I saw him look towards me a couple of times but lowered his gaze at once. I had thought we would have the same chemistry as in my dreams, but in real life Eric wasn't at all as easy to come close to. In a way, it was understandable. We weren't alone here, and we didn't make the rules.

The bartender, Nick, gave me an empathetic look, and when Eric walked away to the restroom, he looked at me with a shrug.

“He's shy too. He isn't that fond of attention, not even from pretty girls, like you.”

I smiled a little pained and looked away, trying to pretend I didn't care so much, even if I did.

When the clock was 01.00 AM, I started to give up, and maybe Nick noticed that because suddenly he shouted towards me.

“The gang is going to Jacks; a dude living across the street, do you want to join? Eric can take care of you!”

I looked at Nick surprised, then at Eric, who had a similar look, but it shifted towards numbness. I really didn't think he would be so socially awkward.

“Sure, okay,” I said and smiled at Nick and then at Eric, who gave me a big-eyed look. That pretty, weird boy.

“Nick!” Shouted Eric and leaned over the bar; he said something to him, then he got his coat that was laying under the bar counter. He turned to me, and with long but slow steps, he walked up to me.

“Eh, I'm going to Jacks now; I need a quieter place, but you can come with me if you want?” He looked between me and the door, which made him seem insecure and stressed. I wanted to calm him down in some way, even more when I realized he couldn't really stand still. For a moment I wondered if he had taken something that made him act like he did, but it didn't look like it.

“Sure, okay. I must get my jacket in the wardrobe.”

“Sure, cool, I’ll wait outside.”

He pointed to the door and then walked away. He didn't need to think about pushing forward because people moved away from him like he was death himself. Big and black and frightening. I walked to the wardrobe, pushing my way forward without seeing where I really was going because of all the people in the way, but for once I didn't become irritated. My body was full of raspberry red, sugary syrup, and humming like hummingbirds. I took my trench coat and then met Eric. I didn't feel nervous anymore, the determination and joy had taken over, and now I was just focused on getting to know him. Again?

He stood a bit away from the entrance, smoking a cigarette with his other hand stuffed in the front pocket of his black cargo pants. The wind played with his long coat. I had thought it would be just me to walk up to him and then leave, but in front of him stood two girls. They must have been in their early twenties and giggled hysterically. Eric looked as detached as he had done before and even yawned while the girls in front of him jabbed on. When he lifted his eyes and saw me, he actually looked relieved.

“Ready to go?” He said loudly to me, so I could hear him where I was. The girls turned around to see me and looked at me up and down.

“Yeah!” I said with a bright smile and walked up to him, who just gave the girls a nod as a goodbye and then started to walk.

“Ehm, I'm Eric, by the way,” he said and looked at me quickly.

“I'm Della, or Delilah, but everyone says Della.”

Now he turned to me for real and slowed down his steps. He smiled kindly, and it made the raspberry-red syrup boil in my blood.

“I like Delilah. It's a nice name. Ehm, do you know Nick?”

“No… Eh, I just think he thought I looked lonely. I'm here visiting, so I don't have any friends here.”

He nodded a little and took a drag of his cigarette.

“You're quite brave… I don't want to; it sounds off, but I mean, you're here alone with a dude looking like me. I really don't mean I'm that sort of guy when I say that I just know that-”

I giggled at his rambling, and when he looked at me, I gave him a warm smile.

“I get it; I get what you mean, but... You look really kind,” I said honestly. Eric looked at me with big eyes but then down in the ground with a little smile. He dropped his cigarette and stomped on it casually.

“Ehm, Jack lives on the corner, on the left side. He's quite weird though, just so you know, but there isn't anything malicious in him. He was just dropped as a child or something.”

I laughed a little, and Eric gave me a shy smile as an answer. I looked down at his hand that hung between us. It looked like it craved a smaller hand to hold, but I would never dare to do that, not to a guy like Eric who didn't give any flirtatious vibes at all.

“I don't know if you remember, but you gave me the leaflet about this night? The DJs? It was outside of this store-”

Eric looked first confused, then a light went up.

“Yeah! You had that dog. He was nice,” he said with a small smile. I wanted to say that Odin adored him, but I didn't say anything; I just smiled back.

We went up to the second floor where Jack lived, and Eric knocked on the door. A short guy with a bleached buzz cut and as many tattoos as Eric, let us in and looked at me up and down.

“Shit. The fuck man, you always get the best ass,” he said, hitting Eric's chest.

“Don't say shit like that. Be nice, Jackie,” said Eric and laid a friendly hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry, my lady. What's your name, pretty?” He asked and helped me take off my coat while Eric took off his. I had already come up with how to explain my interaction with him on Snapchat, but it wasn't needed because Jack didn't react to my name. He gave Eric a brotherly hug and asked him if he wanted a blunt.

“Yeah,” he answered shortly and gave me a look. I hadn't smoked since my European trip and knew I could get quite embarrassing from it. I didn't seem to need much to think I was a great philosopher.

I looked around in the apartment with a beer in my hand, even if Jack had just given me the bottle and not permission to walk around, it felt like he would be chill with it. There wasn't much to see though. It was more or less just a bed, a couch, and a TV. Over the bed hung a poster with a marijuana leaf, and behind the couch was a mandala tapestry in blue tones.

“Do you want one, babe?” Jack asked me. At first I didn't react because of the nickname, but when I saw his questioning look, I just shook my head. Eric gave me a fast look before sitting down in the corner of the couch closest to Jack's phone that was connected to the speakers in the corner. There was some trance-like ska playing, but Eric changed it to Sonic Youth’s Kool Thing and leaned back with a sigh.

“So what are you doing here, pretty? I'm not complaining, not at all, it’s just that Eric isn't really the kind of guy to bring a girl over,” said Jack and sat down in the middle of the couch. My option was to either sit next to him or sit down on the floor, so I sat down on the floor, even if my denim skirt was a bit too tight for it.

“I got invited by Nick.”

“Oh, okay… So you're like, ‘with him’?”

“No.” I smiled a little amused at him because it was obvious what he wanted with this. I gave Eric a look, and he smirked at me. I felt my cheeks warm, but I needed to stay in that moment, not in my dreams or what I wanted to happen.

“Oh… Where do you live? You can take my bed if you want to. I can take the couch. Aren’t I a gentleman?”

I laughed.

“Yeah, Jackie, you seem to be such a gentleman.”

Me and Eric gave each other a look again, and Jackie gave him a sour look.

“Don't steal the bitch now!”

“Jackie! We don't say shit like that!” Eric said, taking a pre-rolled joint, and putting it between his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, but you, fucking close your eyes and let the grownups talk now!”

I laughed at the banter and leaned back on my hands. Jackie turned his eyes to me again and scanned my body up and down with bloodshot eyes.

“So my bed?”

I shook my head with a smile, looked at Eric again, and stood up.

“Can I sit next to you? I don't trust that dude,” I said to him and looked at the little space next to him. “The floor got uncomfortable quite fast.”

Eric looked at the little space then moved closer to Jackie, who scoffed and moved in the same direction. I gave Eric a smile and sat down next to him. It was a bit cramped, and to my surprise, he took my legs and laid them in his lap so he could spread out his legs again. He dragged a finger over my black tights but seemed to correct himself and pulled it away fast. He was a good boy.

×××

“I think it looks better on you!” He said it with a wide smile while looking down on my phone. I showed him a picture of me with bright red hair after he had shown a picture of himself in a bright red short hairstyle.

“My eyes don't look bright like yours does. Red with your green eyes is magnetic!”

We sat in the same position but in some way closer to each other. It was him who probably scooted closer, so my bum rested against the outside of his thigh. Maybe it was the weed that made him relax because he also had his big, tattooed hand on my shin.

“I had a bit of red here too.” He showed me a picture of him at 20 or something with a high mohawk in black and red. The tattoos on his head were more visible.

“Oh my god! Did you wear it like that every day?”

“No, I was forced to put it in a bun and instead got accused of having a 'man bun’.”

We had started to talk about our professions, like you often do with a new person, and he told me about his work as a janitor while I told him about my hair stylist job. Then it floated on to all the weird hairstyles we've had. He thought my job was much more interesting than his, and it was sweet how he could talk about hairstyles he wanted to have and hairstyles he liked on girls. The only thing he shared about his own work was that he worked as a night janitor for several buildings and companies and did everything from fixing the electricity to saving a cat from a ventilation system.

Nick had joined us from work, and he and Jackie sat and talked with each other, but he looked amused at me and Eric sometimes. I felt some sort of pride that I had made Eric relax but also felt a disappointment sneaking up behind me. It was obvious Nick thought we were flirting, but Eric wasn't flirty; he was just friendly. He was kind and sweet in the same way you’d treat the elderly.

“I think I must go soon; I need some hours of sleep and workout before I go to work," he said while looking at his phone, showing 03:38.

“Oh,” I said disappointedly and moved my legs from his lap. “When do you start to work?”

“5 pm, I have the first night shift today.”

Eric stood up and walked out to the hallway, and I followed him to his surprise.

“So, where do you live when you're here in town?”

I told him the name of the suburb my sister lived in, and he looked up at me with big eyes after he put on his black vans.

“That's quite far away… How do you—I hope you don't take the subway all by yourself?” He said it with sincere worry and put on his coat.

“It's okay.” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I had taken the subway alone in New York, Paris, and other metropolitan areas. He stood a while and looked at me while playing with his keys and the cigarette pack in the pocket of his coat. I continued to smile and leaned against the doorframe to the living room. I would go when he had said goodbye.

“Ehm… I live just around the corner; do you want to borrow my couch? I don't like the thought of you traveling by yourself. I promise, no funny business; I just want to know that you're okay.”

I looked at him, my cheeks were probably red. I cleared my throat and laughed at my own beating heart.

“It would be super kind of you, Eric,” I said and dared to move closer to him. I had a stupid idea about kissing him. He smiled but moved back to the door, like he knew and rejected my idea.

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builtaworldwithyourlove · 4 months

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I Forget Where We Were

1.5k/ joel miller x f!reader / MINORS DNI

summary: life with Joel from the start. Be kind please- this is my first piece and has taken 6 months of courage🤍

Chapter Eight: End Of The Affair

Living without her, living at all, seems to slow me down.

what to expect: Joel cuts Mia off and things are getting intense.

warnings: bad language i guess idk?😂fluff, dad!joel,lover boy joel, no specific physical description of reader, female reader (please let me know if there is anything I’m missing, I will elaborate as the series goes on) no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is mid 40s), boyfriend!joel? i repeat boyfriend!joel, angst, another woman but relax guys, Daddy Joel loves you and things will be okay, onwards and upwards, things back on track, mention of smoking and drinking, bathtime naughtiness.

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The morning passed in silence, you sat out on the porch reading, and Joel smoked whilst he rubbed your feet.

‘Can you drop me home so I can get ready before we take Sarah out? I’ll drive back over and stay tonight?’ your voice squeaked, far too timid and afraid to be disconcerting.

Joel looked up at you and his cheeks hollowed as he inhaled a drag of smoke. His eyes seemed to glimmer with hope as he held onto the fact you still wanted to come back to him.

He blew the smoke away from your face, and he dragged you onto his lap as you kissed him, breathing in the taste of coffee and tobacco. Your favourite smell in the world, as it reminded you of Joel, who felt like home.

‘Sure, baby. You feeling okay?’ he frowned at you.

‘Yeah, I’m good. I just want to have a reset, and don’t think underwear and your old t shirts are a great start’ the receipt of the joke and lightheartedness was uncertain, but Joel chuckled and your heart skipped a beat.

This may all work out, you thought.

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You got home, and Joel went to pick Sarah up. You showered the events of last night away, and put on a black sundress. You did your hair and makeup and drenched yourself in Joel’s favourite perfume of yours

You texted him to let him know you were stopping off at the shop but you’d be over in 30 minutes.

He sent you a picture of Sarah holding a new princess doll, and he mentioned how she reminded Sarah of you.

You smiled to yourself and rushed over.

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Sarah came flying into your arms and she said she missed you so much. You gave Joel a bottle of red wine and a bag of ingredients for dinner, he kissed your forehead and caressed your waist and hips before putting everything away in the kitchen.

‘Daddy’s got some surprises for us tonight, but he won’t tell us what. He said he has some building to do at Uncle Tommy’s then we’ll find out.’ Sarah shrugged her shoulders and sighed.

‘Hmm…. Why don’t we go and unpack your stuff from your sleepover, and then why don’t we go to the garden store whilst we wait for Daddy to get home?’ You crouched down and tried to negotiate with Sarah. 8 year olds are a tough crowd.

‘Baby, you mind watching Roo for an hour while I help Tommy out?’ Joel shouted from the kitchen.

‘Sure babe. We’ve made some plans of our own anyway.’ Sarah’s face lit up as you winked at her, and she bolted up the stairs.

You kissed Joel goodbye and he gave you some laundry which you offered to do for him. As you cleared out the pockets, you found a receipt for a locksmith and a charge for a spare key, and also a business card for a local realtor. This was bittersweet as it was dated the day after you saw the first text from Mia, and you realised how serious Joel was about you.

You soon forgot about the discovery and anticipation of receiving a spare key, as Sarah kept you on your toes for the rest of the afternoon.

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Joel got home and showered whilst you helped Sarah get ready. Joel said he was going to take you both shopping, ice cream and to the local fair.

Sarah picked out new princess dresses and hair accessories, including bows, just like the ones your wore all the time. She also picked out new sunglasse because she wanted to look grown up in the car like you did.

Sarah had you all in stitches, and she held your hand the whole way through the shops. You had driven to the mall, you let Sarah have her ice cream in her car seat, which Daddy would never let her do. Joel was exasperated and eventually gave up trying to keep you both in check.

‘Is it time for the fair yet?’ asked Sarah, high on sugar and excitement.

‘Everytime you ask, we end up taking five minutes longer. I don’t make the rules.’ Joel antagonised Sarah and you tried to keep the peace by going the quick way home. Your thigh was on display, and Joel rubbed his thumb up and down it the , whilst you put your hand on top of his.

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It was hometime and Sarah fell asleep in the car, after countless goes on the Ferris Wheel and winning just short of 10 stuffed teddies.

Joel sang cheesy love songs to you, the whole way home, and you couldn’t believe you were loved by someone like him, even with things being rough lately.

He carried Sarah up to bed, and you went into the kitchen to heat a pan for dinner. Joel sat up at the bar and watched you dancing barefoot on the tiled floor. You went to open the wine you brought round, but Joel snatched it off you and replaced it with the one he hid behind his back.

‘Joel, that’s exactly the same. Is everything okay at home?’ Confused, you let Joel finish his bit.

‘Look at it’ Joel offered like a cat dropping a mouse at their owner’s feet.

It was your favourite red wine, with a pink collar and, a piece of string with a key on it, hanging on the neck and a business card paper clipped to the string.

‘Tomorrow we’re buying Sarah a kitten, for the house that you’re moving into, and after we can call the realtor to help you sell your place. I want you here with me for the rest of my life. You& Sarah together make this house a home. I don’t want or need anyone else but my family. I know how shit the last few days have been, but I promise. Mia is nothing. I told her last night I never want to see her again. She knows I’m with you& that’s it. Full transparency from now on.’

A tidal wave of emotions swept you under, then the water carried you back to shore as you tried to process everything. You felt as if you had over reacted about the text, but Joel knew he was in the wrong for how things panned out. He had done all he could to apologise and knew he now had to prove himself to you. This was the next best step towards showing you his devotion.

Like a baby, you held onto him and cried. You were so excited and so thankful for this, and couldn’t wait for the next step. You added the key to your keyring, put the collar on the keyhook by the front door and saved the realtor’s number in your phone.

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Tipsy and full of love, you and Joel slowdanced round the kitchen after dinner, singing along to your songs and sharing a tender moment which would be a core memory for the start of forever.

You tidied up, and Joel sat down to watch the football.

He had stopped and bought you some bath stuff for at his, knowing you only had a shower at your place. You made the most of this and drew a hot bath with bath salts, essential oils and bubbles. Paolo Nutini echoed quietly on the speakers through the candlelight. The door creaked open, and Joel walked in, slowly undressing. He slotted in behind you, and you sat between his legs. He grabbed the bath oils and massaged them into your chest and your legs. You turned on your stomach to face him, and he tenderly, but hungrily, kissed you.

He emptied some of the bathwater out after rinsing you with fresh warm water. You slid down his thighs, now straddling him as he kissed down your chest and grabbed handfuls of your hips, soft and supple from the bath.

You were wet and warm, covered in goosebumps from Joel’s touch, and he was harder than you had seen before. He leaned you back againt his bent legs, and he thrusted into you. The sensation of him hitting your cervix made your eyes roll back, and as you grinded against him, the orgasm waved over you.

Joel struggled to last, so wrapped up in your warm body, and desperate to make you feel good. He held you close and he finished with you tight to him.

‘Ready for film night baby?’ Joel smirked, feeling pretty proud of himself.

‘Only if you can handle it, old man’ You knocked him back down a peg as you finished your skin care and got dressed in your pyjamas.

Another bottle of wine, and half of a 2/10 rated scary movie later, Joel was asleep with his head in your lap, and you were sleeping peacefully, feeling light and lucky and positive.

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neverasfarawayasitmayseemxo · 2 months

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Mademoiselle

This story is based off of this picture I've seen on Instagram. I'm OBSESSED with it. I don't know why. I see so much love and adoration in it. I wanted to bring it to life...

The roaring sounds of the city have died down. The hustle and bustle of car horns and pedestrians walking the street have come to a hush. 2AM in the city is a different life than that of the daytime. It's more contained, careful even.

It's mid August and there's a slight breeze in the air. The moon is cascading a beautiful light throughout the city, bouncing off the twinkling lights from buildings and other structures.

You are walking down the road clad in cut off jean shorts and a cropped band tee. Your white sneakers are dirty from the city streets but you didn't care. Your skin was tan, summer being your favorite season where you can bask in the sunlight and enjoy time outside.

"I don't want the night to end" you say as you walk hand in hand with him.

You look up at him and he's giving you a playful smirk. Austin was the boy you've been seeing for about a year. You guys have never said you were boyfriend/girlfriend but it was pretty obvious by the connection you both had that this was obviously more than just a fling.

He's wearing a grey t-shirt with his hair a little messy. His dark jeans matched his dark grey boots.

"It doesn't have to" he says as he stops. You jolt back and look around.

You look around. "What are you doing? Why'd you stop?"

Austin points to a bodega.

"I'll be right back. Stay here" he says and quickly jogs into the bodega.

You look around the street and it's empty for the exception of a couple Ubers dropping off drunk friends and bike riders on a mission.

A couple minutes later, Austin opens the door and walks out with his hand behind his back.

"Mademoiselle , I believe I found us the most expensive wine in all of France" Austin says, in a terrible French accent, holding out the bottle of cheap red wine to show you.

You laugh and grab it.

"I'm pretty sure the most expensive wine in all of France doesn't have a twist off" you say as you hold up the bottle and shake your head.

Austin laughs and takes your hand and you venture back down the street towards his apartment.

You are near Washington Square Park now. There are lights everywhere making the park light up with beauty.

You stop under the Washington arch and Austin pulls you close to him.

"I love spending time with you, you know that?" he says.

You nod, "I do too"

He kisses you deeply and smiles.

"What do you say we have a little bit of this now, huh?" you ask.

Austin nods.

You unscrew the cap and hold it up over your mouth. You start to pour and Austin pulls you in closer. His hand wrapping around the small of your back.

The red liquid dribbles down and Austin's mouth is hovering under your chin, catching liquid that may have missed your mouth. You're both smiling, trying not to giggle as you both messily drink the wine.

You finally couldn't take anymore and put the bottle down to your side.

You swallow and let out a laugh.

"I feel like a teenager again" you giggle.

Austin smiles and kisses you. You can taste the cabernet sauvignon on his lips.

Austin drops down to his knees and tilts his head back opening his mouth wide.

You laugh as you pour some more wine into his mouth. He finishes by wiping the back of his palm across his mouth.

"Can I tell you something?" Austin asks, standing up and taking the bottle from you.

You nod.

"You make life worth living"

You bite your lip nervously. No one has ever said that to you before. You never thought you could have an impact on someone like this.

"Really?" you ask in disbelief.

Austin nods.

"Yeah, you make me feel like I'm 18 and the world is my oyster. That I can do, say and have whatever I want. Being with you is like...always having the good things in life. I just....I love that...I love you, [Y/N]" he confesses.

You can feel yourself starting to get emotional. Before you could start crying, you pull him close and kiss him to show him you feel the same.

"I love you too, Austin" you say, cupping his cheek.

He smiles and looks down at the bottle of wine.

"Let's go back to my place and finish this, shall we?" he asks.

You giggle, "Yeah and maybe we can do it without clothes on" you gesture to both your wine stained clothing now.

Austin grabs your hand.

"You took the thought right out of my head" he smiles.

You both begin to run, feeling so carefree and most of all, so very in love.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #so cringe but idc

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paradoxlemonade · 9 months

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Mirror Mirror

Fandom: Double Life SMP

Dynamic: Etho & Joel

words: 1313

Warnings: body image issues, insecurity

Ao3: Here!

Summary: Etho doesn't like how he looks. Joel does not know this. Hurt/comfort ensues. (This is my @mcytblrholidayexchange present for @kyleknight! I hope you enjoy ^^)

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Joel likes to think he’s a pretty funny guy in his own humble opinion, thank you very much. People laugh when he starts cracking jokes, and those that don’t are probably just peeved that they’re the subject of his mockery—after all, when there’s a punchline, someone has to be the one to get decked. It’s all in good fun!

It’s… disconcerting when someone who’s supposed to be in on the joke isn’t smiling along with it.

And it’s not like Etho’s even the one on the receiving end! The whole point of the thing is how they—as soulmates—can ruin everyone else’s thumbnails together!

It’s a bit of Etho’s that Joel has always found fun as long as he’s known about it: hiding another layer of visual data in his player code only visible upon lookup is a fantastic prank for messing with one’s friends, since it’ll only show up when they pull his image to build the thumbnail. Etho himself, who doesn’t bother with that sort of menial technicality and just whips out a camera from his back pocket when he spies a good thumbnail, is immune. And sure, sure, Joel doesn’t actually know how to replicate the effect and just went for a plain t-shirt with the face painted on in crooked lines, but it was still funny and would show up on the lookups (And Etho’s pictures, but that’s what hiding the shirt with armor is for).

Joel was grinning like mad as he showed off the creation, hands waving and detailing the concept. Etho gave an affirmation, but he hadn’t seemed particularly enthused with the concept; the mask hiding his face stretched with a smile even as his eyes skittered to the side and hid under knit brows.

So. Joel tries not to let it bother him and simply enjoy the thought of his friends being annoyed with him.

He picks at the hem of the t-shirt as he paces about the Boat Boys (not Small Etho!) base area. The day passes as usual: chaos reigns, problems are caused (all on purpose if asked, mostly on purpose in actuality), and Joel enjoys Etho’s company. Really, the man is a delight—Joel knew of him more than he knew him personally before the latest season, but every new interaction reveals something new about Etho that he didn’t know, and Joel’s actions and mannerisms in turn to him.

Everything seems fine, until. Until, until, until.

Etho removes the secret layer. Joel finds out about it in between sessions and tries (fails) not to take it personally.

It… stings.

The start of the next session and Joel’s ire do not roll in like thunder, but instead stumble in on unsure legs like a fawn. Sure, he’s irritated (and a little offended, and a little hurt), but it’s Etho. So Joel leans on the edge of The Relation Ship and drinks in the sight of the server.

A creaking floorboard from behind him and a gentle wheeze of breath belies Etho’s awaited arrival.

Without turning around, Joel begins, “I see that you’ve changed your skin?” It’s light as he can manage with a slight chuckle of incredulity, but from the tightness in his jaw, it does little to masquerade much of anything.

“I did, yes—”

“You took the face off? Was it because I—”

“Yeah.”

Joel huffs. “Wow, brilliant.” He pushes off and turns in a single motion, and—

Freezes.

…Any plans Joel has for a polite (but frigid, but pointed, but sardonic) questioning evaporate once he gets a look at Etho’s face.

He looks tired, bags like smudges of coal languishing, shifting with every blink. Every step is upheld with an air of casual nonchalance, but the slight tremble in his fingers betrays him. His pale hair is dull and falls over his scarred eye.

“...You look like a wreck.”

Etho scowls for a bare moment but beats it down to a practiced neutrality. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Joel snorts. “Considering that I hadn’t asked but you tried to deflect anyways, say that I don’t particularly believe you.” He grabs Etho by the wrist and slides past, leading him down to their chests. “Did you sleep at all between now and the last session? Because your eyebags have eyebags. Bet we could fit a whole stack of items in there.” Before Etho can respond, Joel pops the lock on a chest and picks out a loaf of bread. He drops it into Etho’s hands with a nod of finality.

“I slept just fine. And I ate too, if that’s what you’re getting at by this.” He gestures helplessly with the bread. “I told you, I’m fine.”

Joel shrugs. “And I said I didn’t believe you. I can play this game all day, especially since your face isn’t helping your argument.”

Etho scowls again. “Stop saying that.”

“Saying what? That you look like you’ve been fighting phantoms? And losing?”

“Joel, please…” His shoulders are drawn in close and his grip on the bread grows tighter, more desperate.

Joel falters.

“Are you… okay?”

Etho makes a face and stalks back onto the ship. “You don’t need to rub it in, you know.”

Joel trails behind him, his sense of assurance drying up. “You’re gonna need to be a little more specific than that, mate. Rub what in?”

He laughs. Laughs. Something dry, something quiet, something brittle. Etho keeps his gaze trained on the bread crust he picks at aimlessly. “I know I’m nothing nice to look at. I’ve known that basically forever. So you don’t need to rub it in; I already know.”

Joel blinks. He stops following Etho’s pacing and stands in place. What does he say to that? “You’re kidding, right?”

Mm. Probably not that.

Etho gives him an unimpressed look. “Why would I be kidding about this? You’ve been saying it yourself all morning.”

Wait, he thought that… and then Joel…

Oh, goddammit.

Joel rubs a hand across his face letting it trail up to drag through his hair. “You look tired, man, not ugly. You’re not a supermodel—so what? Neither am I. And neither is anyone else that we hang out with. You’re in pretty good company.” His feet finally unstick from the floor and he manages to scoot next to Etho, their shoulders brushing. “You’ve been thinking about this the entire break, haven’t you?”

Etho shrugs, as if it hides the way his shoulders droop with the weight of his thoughts. “I don’t… I try not to think about my face too much. Not ever since”—he waves his free hand at the long, ropy line bisecting his face—“that. No mirrors in any of my builds or anything. I guess your silly t-shirt just reminded me that everyone else is looking at me when I talk to them.”

Joel kinda feels bad for taking that personally, now.

He shakes his head. “If you told me what was up, I would’ve ditched the shirt. Here, like this.” He reaches up with one hand and yanks it off by the neckline, tossing it across the ship in the same motion. It hits the wall and slides to the floor in a crumpled heap. “There, now it’s gone.”

Etho takes a minute to gather his thoughts. After a pause, his eyes trail over to meet Joel’s. “Thanks.”

Joel leans over and bumps him, never breaking eye contact. “Bothering people is fun. Hurting them isn’t.”

The moment passes, and Etho turns his attention back to the bread. He slides his mask down and takes a hesitant bite.

— — — — —

Joel leans back and kicks a foot over his leg. “Besides, I can still think of, like, at least three different people who would throw themselves at you in a heartbeat if they thought they had a chance of getting you into bed with them.”

Etho chokes on a mouthful of bread.

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Knock Knock Boys Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we squarely sorted our housemates into two pairs and gave Almond a proper shake to make him get over Jumper. Almond spent the first chunk of the episode following Latte, and watched him give a talk to a club about pansexuality. He and Almond had a good moment after that, and Latte found himself getting jealous of Jumper at the barbecue they hosted later. Meanwhile, Thanwa is still looking for work but had an excellent moment with Peak in a closet where Peak apologized for taking a kiss from him earlier and asking for a new one. We left at Jane reentering the picture.

I do love their cold opens that are for a later scene in the episode. It feels so assured every time. I like the anticipation of paying attention to the moments so I know what that cold open is meant to provide as payoff.

I love Latte so much. He wakes up from sleeping on Almond and only gives a pleased smile about it. These two faking sleep are ridiculous. I know Almond was gonna toss his ass when the Now Kisstm moment started

Using the shirt to provide a barrier during a pratfall kiss is novel. I’m glad the first time their lips actually touch won’t be accidental, and that Latte got injured. We’ve only seen someone bleeding after a pratfall kiss in a few instances (Love Stage!! TH comes to mind).

Fiancée? I am ready for the drama.

These boys are nosy as hell!

The energy Jane gives off is so knowing. I am compelled.

Almond, the rich kid, took his shirt off to pretend to clean the walls with it after rolling away from the door. Incredible.

She is so ready to fight this man. They do not feel like they are romantically involved.

I feel bad for Thanwa. He’s staying out of the way, and even waited a bit for answers before calling.

Finally, someone acknowledged that every goddamn mosquito would be flying in through those open doors.

Morning wood in my BL? It’s more likely than you think.

Almond, we see you still smiling about what you saw.

I’m with Almond. I wouldn’t want to eat breakfast at this tense table. However, I am also with Latte just trying to get some food in before walking to class.

Thanwa feels so properly gay to me. He’s being so careful about being neutral in his interactions with Jane.

I don’t like Max.

I like Lukpeach taking her offense to their sexual health club and talking about how improper it is to film people’s private moments and post them for clout.

Almond, focus please!

These two have a fun dynamic. Almond is still clearly thinking about Latte’s dick, and I love Latte being upfront that he’s down to play if Almond wants.

An unfortunate t-shirt choice there, costuming department.

This framing with the bed scene is excellent. Thanwa is still willing to offer Peak shelter, but he’s made it clear that they can’t have any more closeness while this situation with Jane remains unresolved.

Yes, put on your glasses so you can see his back properly. This show is very good at communicating that the characters are feeling multiple things.

Baby’s first dildo!

I don’t think they’re talking about the job anymore, guys.

This boy is skipping home to use his new toy! I love that for him.

You’re gonna need more Vaseline than that, baby boy.

I really love that Almond is allowed to explore his body this way. He lucked out on his roommates, too. Latte was worried when he heard him scream, and I love him teasing Almond about helping. It’s so cool that Almond is made to feel like he is desirable in some way.

And now Jane is covering for Peak, and didn’t react much about Almond saying he kissed Thanwa. She knows.

Oh no. Almond, do not go check that locker room. You are gonna get your little heart broken.

Glad I called that Jumper was already with his friend.

Almond….no… You were just at a meeting about consent.

That’s interesting. I thought we would find out about Jumper and Shawn via the clip, not that Almond would have already seen them together.

Wow, that’s a difficult cliffhanger. You could see Latte pulling away from Almond.

The preview is not promising!

Wow, I was not expecting the show to go beyond the “don’t film people” PSA aside. Having Almond overstep that boundary in a moment of jealousy and be caught for it is ripe with tension. I like that it’s Latte who catches it first, because he’s been dealing with Almond overstepping boundaries with him for multiple episodes with him following him places and trying to see his dick. Even if there’s been brewing sexual tension between them, Almond has been very firm about saying no to Latte. To have him then film and post Jumper like this is egregious, but in line with his earlier behavior. I’m excited to see where we go with them. As for Thanwa, I love that he still likes Peak even if he’s holding on his own line as well. This show whips ass.

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Phantom of Gotham 22

Chapter 21

The three (and a half) of them managed to get to Jason’s apartment without any issues. Since Tim had hacked the GIW systems, he’d come across an invention that allowed them to track ghostly energy. He figured that was how they’d caught Phantom in the first place. On their way out of the facility, Tim downloaded their files and uploaded a virus that would destroy all of their systems and anything connected to it. He hoped that would keep them from being able to track Phantom but they figured it was a necessary precaution to keep him away from the batcave or the manor for now.

As for Jason, he was able to coax Phantom out of the car and up to his apartment. He worried about being seen by neighbors, but not a lot of people were out. Tim and his blob friend made it to the apartment first, able to open the door for Jason, who was now half-carrying the ghost after his flight stopped working on the way.

Phantom chirped, following the blob’s movements with wide eyes as the little green thing floated around Tim like a jellyfish. Jason smiled in amusement when he caught the little guy bumping into Tim accidentally when he moved too fast and bounced off harmlessly before slowly floating back. Tim looked apologetic every time it happened, but the blob kept doing it, so he seemed to accept it.

“So what’s on the agenda?”Jason called from the couch. He was stripping off his gear while trying to keep Phantom from floating too far away. The ghost seemed keen on exploring, and was currently half-phased through the couch while he examined the empty mug and succulent on the coffee table.

“For now? Looking after Phantom and RB,”Tim said while stripping out of his uniform and pulling on some of Jason’s old sweats and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. “The rest of the team is busy with Scarecrow and Riddler, but they said they could handle it while we got Phantom settled. We don’t know what side effects the collar will have on him, but once we’re sure they can’t track us we can get him to the cave for a checkup.”

“Hold on, Arby?” Jason raised an eyebrow, causing Tim to startle. Jason squinted at Tim’s embarrassed look as the kid started up the coffee machine.

“Uh, the blob?” Tim offered sheepishly, gesturing to the little guy, who had settled itself into a round cushion atop Tim’s head. Like a Beret, Jason thought absently. “I named him Red Blobin. RB for short. Or just Blobin.”

Jason gave Tim a look that managed to get across all his feelings about the name to Tim, who shrugged. “I found them, I think I should get to name them. Besides, he likes me the most.” And Jason couldn’t argue with that. He found it kind of cute actually, and couldn’t help but picture the little blob in its own tiny robin suit.

“Blobin,”Jason deadpanned. This was Jarro all over again, he sighed. Actually, Blobin might get along with Jarro, he thought.

“He’s my robin now,”Tim defended, taking a mug out of the cabinets. It was one of Jason’s favorites, with a gun shape as the handle. He looked over to the coffee table, where his other mug was sitting, only for him to find it gone. Jason squinted, looking around and finding Phantom underneath the table, chewing on the succulent absently. Bright green eyes flickered to Jason and back.

While Jason was happy the ghost was relaxing, he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to be eating house plants. Sighing, he stood up. “Can you watch Phantom? I’m gonna make food,”He said, rolling up his sleeves and making his way to the kitchen.

“Yeah, sure,”Tim responded, bringing his gun mug of coffee over to the couch with a laptop under his arm. From the kitchen, he could hear Tim talking to Phantom quietly. He was no doubt trying to coax him into responding, trying to judge how much brain power the ghost had at the moment. He glanced over to see Phantom slither up to Tim curiously before turning back to the stove.

Jason busied himself with cooking something easy for Phantom to eat with his hands, but enough so they wouldn’t have to bother with cooking for a while. He settled on chicken tenders and chopped vegetables. He made rice too for him and Tim, but figured Phantom would make a mess of it. Halfway done, he heard a yelp from the living room.

“Tim?” Jason called, a bit worried. He heard what sounded like a struggle and darted to the living room, leaving the vegetables to the pan.

“I’m fi- ne!”Tim called, a little strained, but Jason was already on his way. He skidded to a stop in the entryway, looking upon the scene.

Tim’s mug was on the coffee table, frozen solid and covered in ice. Tim himself was standing up on the arm of the couch, holding his hands closed and away from his body while Phantom floated lazily in the air, turning invisible for a few seconds and then back to normal. His tail was writhing behind him, and his gaze was focused on whatever was in Tim’s hand. “Everythings fine,”Tim reassured Jason, moving his hands when Phantom made to dart forward and ended up floating in a little flip before drifting back to Tim. “He just- He keeps trying to eat Blobin,”Tim said a bit hysterically. Jason wanted to laugh, but he saw how attached Tim was to the little guy. “And he froze my coffee,” Tim added sadly.

“Alright then, Phantom,”Jason shook his head, approaching the ghost boy. Phantom perked up at the sight of Jason, chirping. He made to float to him, but abruptly lost control of his flight and dipped dangerously, but Jason swiftly scooped him up before he hit the ground. “What am I gonna do with you,”Jason scolded lightly. Phantom just latched onto his shirt and chirped before scoping him out for pockets that might have treats.

Tim sighed in relief, letting the blob float out of his hands as he jumped to the ground. Jason gave Tim an amused smirk while the kid looked to him and Phantom in exasperation. “I think he’s just hungry. Kind of a menace when he wants to be. Do you think ghosts regularly eat blobs like him?” Tim questioned sadly, grasping his blob and pulling it close to his chest.

”Also where’s your remote?” Tim asked, trying to pick up his mug only to find it frozen to the coffee table. He sighed.

“Was on the couch,”Jason said before grinning down at the ghost in his arms climbing to peer over his shoulder. The ghost barely weighed anything. “And you, mister, are coming with me.”

Phantom chirped, settling in Jason’s arms as he meandered back to the kitchen. He was hoping the vegetables weren’t burnt. Back at the stove, he shifted the ghost to hang over his shoulders like a cat so he could use both arms. Phantom seemed content to watch him cook, especially when Jason reached up to feed him snacks every few minutes. He caught Tim sneaking past with Blobin peeking out of the hood of his hoodie and grabbing more coffee before retreating back to the couch. Because of the snack thief, cooking took twice as long, but Jason found he didn’t mind. Especially when Phantom started purring, settling on his shoulder like a satisfied cat while munching on a snack. Phantom’s tail curled around Jason's arm, but didn’t restrict any of his movements. Soon, he was plating the food for the three of them, figuring Tim would try to feed the Blob with food from his own plate anyways so he didn’t bother with a fourth.

As he was bending over carefully to get the silverware, he caught Phantoms clawed hand reaching out for the salt shaker. Before Jason could stop him from eating it, the ghost surprised Jason by phasing it into his chest. The vigilante paused, staring for a moment before he was brought out of it by Phantom chirping at him. “Alright, whatever,”Jason muttered. At least he was pretty sure where the other mug and remote went now.

They ate on the couch, Tim coming up with theories on how long it would take Phantom to recover and pondering why he was collecting random items. So far, they figured out that as long as Phantom had food or something else keeping his attention, he wouldn’t try to eat Blobin. It didn’t stop him from begging for some of Jason’s food, however. Tim looked at him smugly when he caught Jason giving in and handing the ghost a chicken tender. He glared at his little brother, but kept an eye on Phantom.

“Is he okay?” Tim fretted, now noticing the sluggish movements of the ghost. He seemed unable to float for the time being, and had taken to scurrying underneath the coffee table or the couch. Which, Jason wasn’t sure if Phantom actually fit under there or if he was intangible. He really hoped the boy wouldn’t get stuck.

“Yeah,”Jason huffed, reaching down to scoop up the ghost and plop him on his lap as he leaned back against the couch. Phantom grumbled sleepily and pressed his face into Jason’s shirt, wrapping his tail around Jason’s legs as he brought them up onto the couch. Tim scooted away to give them room. “He’s just tired. Aren’t you?”Jason cooed at the boy, receiving a small chirp in response. Tim gave him a smirk, but absently petted the Blob ghost resting in a puddle on his lap. “Yeah, it’s naptime.”

Tim huffed a laugh but started to get up. “Where are you going?” Jason raised a brow at him. He couldn’t move now with Phantom purring a storm on his chest. Tim halted in his movements, still halfway on the couch.

“Um-”Tim started, confused, when Jason meandered his socked feet to the kids lap, trapping him to the couch. Tim had Blobin in his arms now, cradled like a baby. “Jason-?”

“You’re taking a nap too,”Jaosn squinted. He reached over the back of the couch to get a blanket and chucked it at Tim, who squawked in protest as it draped over his head. “I know you hardly slept the past few days. Stay or I’ll have to get up and tie you to the couch.”

“O-kay?” Tim squinted, but settled down anyway. He spread the blanket over himself and Jason’s legs, glancing over at Jason a few times. Distracted by Phantom purring, he petted the flowy white hair that was surprisingly soft as the ghost drifted off. The purring was really luring him to sleep though, and before he could blink, he was asleep.

“Psst! Jason!”

Jason grumbled, for once actually having a good sleep. He wrapped his arms tighter around whoever was snuggled on his chest- Phantom- his brain supplied, before trying to go back to sleep. Until the voice from before spoke again in a hushed, but hurried whisper.

“Jason! Wake up!” Tim hissed, now very close to Jason’s head. He grunted, cracking open an eye and glancing around for his annoying little brother. When he did catch sight of Tim, he saw a panicked look on Tim’s face that instantly had him on alert. “Don’t move,” Tim added, glancing from Jason to Phantom.

“What?” Jason questioned, about to get up anyways if he didn’t have a sleeping teenager pinning him down. Tim glanced between the two again, and Jason caught sight of Blobin slumped in Tim’s hood again.

“Before you say anything, I was totally right and I told you so,”Tim said quickly, and Jason had no idea what he was talking about. “But uh, I ended up falling asleep and was woken up by this bright flash of light surrounding you and D- Phantom. When I looked over- uh, well, just look at him,”Tim gestured. He was still a bit harried, like his brain was running 20 miles per hour over this. Jason looked at the window behind him and saw the light was nonexistent. They must have slept the rest of the day and into most of the night.

Jason heaved a sigh and turned to look at- Danny. His eyes widened as he took in the black hair and what was left of his school uniform from that day. Gently, he brushed away the kids bangs and felt his forehead. It was definitely warmer than Phantom’s skin, but that still didn’t really explain why Danny was here now. Unless- Jason gently maneuvered Danny so he could sit up without waking the teen, gesturing for Tim to sit down and stop staring at him like a maniac.

“Okay, so Phantom is Danny then?” Jason questioned. He was completely out of ideas of how that could even happen. “How the fuck does that even work?”

“I don’t know!” Tim exclaimed quietly, exasperated. “Phantom’s a ghost- a king!- How does a ghost king also have a living human body??”

“Okay, we know Danny, it’s not like Phantom’s controlling a corpses body or anything. They’re both good kids,”Jason reasoned, hoping to quiet some of Tim’s panic. “Danny’s a halfa right? Half ghost? Half human?”

Tim ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Right. Right, maybe he has a way to switch forms? And he did say the king was chosen by right of conquest, so it is a logical reason to how a half-ghost-human might’ve gotten the throne, just… why didn’t he tell us?” Tim frowned, picking at his fingernails absently.

Jason smacked his hands lightly. “He probably didn’t tell us the truth because he wanted to have a way to escape if it turned out we were bad guys after all,”Jason reasoned. “It makes sense. He’s one of three, an apparently powerful and rare species. It makes sense that he wouldn’t trust us with the full extent of what that means.”

“I mean, yeah, but,”Tim bit his lip in thought before replying, his gaze on Danny. “We could’ve helped.”

“Yeah. We could’ve,”Jason sighed. “But he was scared. And we can help him now.”

Tim nodded. “Okay. Alright, uh. I’m gonna update B on the situation. They’re still rounding up with the whole Arkham thing, but everyones back where they’re supposed to be. Good news, we can probably assume Danny knows our identities, but either way, he might be safer at the manor in case the GIW actually can track him. They wouldn’t dare break into the manor,”Tim scoffed.

“Right,”Jason nodded, shifting so he could grab the discarded blanket and drape it over Danny. “Think he’ll be alright?”

Tim shrugged. “Guess we’ll know when he wakes up if he’s back to normal. The collar was on him for hours, but food and sleep are probably the best remedy.” With that, Tim got up and left for the kitchen, probably to get updates on the rest of the bats and give their report about Danny. Jason rolled his eyes when he heard the coffee machine beep.

“Holy shit-” Jason heard Tim exclaim from the kitchen. “Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom. His whole name is a fucking pun!”

Jason snorted, running a hand over Danny’s hair. He knew Dick and Danny got along, but if Dick knew this he’d probably fight B over the adoption.

Chapter 23

#Phantom of Gotham #dcxdp #dpxdc

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wh0iskyra0 · 3 months

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Mi princesa pt.2

A/N- I would firstly like to say Thank you so much for all the likes on the first part 🥹, Ik for a fact I will be making a part three but here is part two I hope you all enjoy this one as much as you guys liked part one

W/C- 1781

Warnings: Smut, oral (Reader receiving), minor harassment (nothing big)

It’s been five days since the encounter with me and Val and I’ve been feeling a bit needy for her touch, today me and some friends are going to the beach for two weeks, my friend ask me if Val might want to come I shrugged my shoulders and continued look at bathing suits “Well I think you should ask [Name], y’all could probably you know…get together.” She said to me, I thought for a moment “I’ll ask her when I get back home.” I said picking up a bathing suit I liked “That one looks so cute [Name]!” My friend says with a huge smile I also smiled and walked to the cash register.

The cashier finished ringing us up and handed us the receipt, we walked out the store and headed to the car, she dropped me off and I waved her goodbye, I unlocked my door and walked in. I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped inside of my home, I closed the door behind me and locked it and walked to my room. I put my bag down next to my suitcase and laid down on my bed, I looked at my phone and saw a message from Val. We talked for a few minutes.

After that I responded to her last message and I went to take a shower. After my shower and doing my facial care, I went to my room and turned on my tv and went to lay down on my bed. I felt my phone vibrate and it was Val calling me. I answered the phone with a smile “Hi amor, you look beautiful” she said while propping up her phone and walking away, I smiled and let out a laugh “I just got out the shower” I said put my phone down beside me so I could choose what to watch. “Oh also do you want to come to the beach with me and my friends for two weeks?” I said I was still searching for a tv show or movie.

She came back in a T-shirt and some sweats “Sure I have nothing to do anyways, but I just wanted to call you and tell you good night” she said, grabbing the phone and walking to her bed “Unless you wanna fall asleep on the phone” she said with a smirk. “Sure, we haven’t done that in a while and you can come over Saturday and we can start making our way there” I said, after I finally found a tv show to watch I pick up the phone and looked at her for a little bit while she was distracted I took a picture of her, she looked at the phone “Really mi amor” she said with a grin.

[Saturday 11:30 am]

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled after a few lil touch ups on my hair. I heard a horn. I grabbed my suitcase and I walked to the door and looked around to get a glimpse of my home before I left. I opened the door and locked it before I closed it. I walked to Valeria’s car and I put my suitcase in the back then walked to the passenger seat and got in. “You ready?” She asked me before putting the car in drive I nodded and began to put the address in the GPS and we started driving.

15 minutes later I got a message from my friend asking if we had started making our way yet I replied and told them that we were now 17 minutes into the drive, I put my phone down and looked for something on the radio, Val side eyed me with a smile. After I finally found a decent enough song I sat back and looked out the window, I then felt her hand on my thigh and she squeezed it a little bit. I smiled and continued looking out the window. After an hour of driving we stopped at a gas station, I went into the store and got some snacks for me and Val

I heard a few men talking about me in a very disturbing way, while I was paying for the things one of the guys came up to me with a smile he tried talking to but I ignored him and walked out he followed me and kept trying to talk to me. Once I finally made it to the car I looked at Val. She looked at me then she looked behind me and saw the man “Ay, leave her alone” she said to the men, I got in the car and watched the scene in front of me “What she your girl?” He said getting closer “Yeah she is so get the fuck back before I deal with you myself Hijo de puta.” She said to the man flashing her gun.

I watched the way she moved, they way she protected me, the way she called me hers. Once she scared the man off she got back in the car and drove off. “From now on mi amor, I’ll come into the stores with you okay?” She said grabbing my thigh I nodded and she squeezed my thigh a little tighter “I want words mi amor.” She said while still driving “Okay.” I said quietly, I was turned on a little by that altercation and the one happening now.

The sun was starting to set. I saw a message from the group chat that they were going to turn in for the night and continue tomorrow. “The girls are turning in for the night. Do you want to go to the hotel that’s coming up?” I asked her, she said yea and continued driving. Once we made it to the hotel we checked in and headed to our room, I laid on my belly and let out a sigh of relief. And closed my eyes slightly I felt Valeria behind me, I looked behind me and smiled. I got on my back and looked at her.

She looked at me with a smirk, she then bent down and kissed my neck and slowly started reaching up my shirt “No bra mi amor?” She said sitting up and sitting on the bed “It was going to be a long drive that was going to be uncomfortable.” I said with a smile, I sat on her lap and began kissing her. She smiled into the kiss. I felt her hands roam my body starting from my ass moving to my waist and she stopped the heim of my shirt. She broke the kiss and looked up at me “Can I?” She said before she kissed my neck.

“Yeah, you can take it off.” I said lifting my arms up, she began taking off my shirt and began kissing in between my boobs. Once my shirt was off she threw it somewhere in the room, she took my bra off and threw it somewhere in the room as well.

“You're very eager, ur not going to stop this time right?” I said looking at her, she smiled and kissed my neck “I promise I won’t stop this time.” she said while flipping us to where I was on my back and she was on top, I let out a couple of whimpers as she kissed my neck and began moving lower “We met again lovelies.” She says before she kissed my boob, she then licked my nipple and the sucked on it a bit, I moaned at the feeling then I put my hand in her hair.

She looked at me with a smile and let my nipple out of her mouth with popping sound, she continued to do the same thing to my other nipple “Val…ur teasing me.” I said with a whiny tone “I’m not teasing amor, I just want to explore your body” she says while moving down my body “you’re so beautiful.” she said as she moved lower “My beautiful girl, with the most gorgeous body.” She said while pulling down my pants and my underwear I moaned at her words, I could feel her smile on my thigh.

Once my pants and underwear were off she threw them off to the side “Look at that.” She said with a moan, I tried to close my legs but she help my legs open “Don’t try to hide from me hermosa, please?” She said looking up at me “okay.” I said relaxing, once she saw that I was relaxed she kissed my clit I jumped at the sudden action she did, she looked up at me “I’m fine.” I said putting my hand in her hair and stroking it lightly she smiled and continued her actions. She then licked a strip from my hole to my clit she did a few quick licks on my clit and then she suckled on my clit I moaned and gripped her hair tighter then then before.

She groaned and stuck her tongue inside my hole and started to tounge fuck me “Oh fuck- please don’t stop Val!” I said sitting up a bit, she looked up at me and smiled and then sucked on my clit a little harder then she did last time, she then stopped and took off her clothes in hurry. After she got her clothes off she put my legs on her shoulders and continued her previous actions “You close sweetheart?” She said to me with a smile before she started tounge fucking me and licking my clit I nodded, she then put her fingers inside of me and finger fucked me as she licked and sucked my clit faster.

She felt my walls contracted around her fingers she then smiled up at me “I want your eyes on me when you cum amor.” She said to me. As I finished she continued to work me through my orgasm, I began to calm down as she got up and laid down beside me “did it feel good amor?” She said pulling me closer, though I was still on a high I still responded “I literally just came on your fingers and tounge moaning like crazy, and you asking me if it was good…” I said jokingly, she laughed and kissed my forehead, I kissed her neck and began sucking on the kiss. I left a decent sized hickey on her neck. “Marking me as yours princesa?” She said looking down at me, I smiled and nodded I began to Slowy drift off to sleep she smiled “You wanna be my girlfriend, princesa?” She said to me “If like that.” I said sleepily.

A/N - There will be a part three and I think that might be the end of this little series, but if you guys have any requests or suggestions I’d be happy to do them and some other things if you guys have like any tips on how I could improve my writing I’d love to here it form you guys 🫶🏾 I hope you enjoyed this, this was my first time writing a lesbian type smut I personally think I did good but again if you have advice you can reach out 🫶🏾

#x reader #poc reader #cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #valeria cod #cod x you #valeria x you #valeria x reader #x female reader #x poc reader

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