#i managed to make a button go from one area to the next and back again on a click

[marukissnack]

I attempted coding today and now my brain is legitimately fried I have no function left

[dreamsteddie]

There is an AITA out there that I can't find but it's been haunting me for weeks with visions of semi-angsty Steddie that I need to release onto the world. (If anyone happens to know what I'm talking about hit me up and I'll link it)

Edit: @jazzathebunny found the original AITA from Reddit linked Here for anyone who wants to read it. I'm definitely not doing exactly the same premise but this was my jumping off point 😊

Part Two! ------

Modern AU, Eddie and the guys are a moderately successful local band in the Chicago area playing gigs on the weekends and doing small tours whenever they all have the time. Gareth and Jeff are both in college while Eddie and Freak are both working part-time at a game store. Eddie managed to lock down that assistant manager position that lets him work 30 hours a week with weekends off for gigs. All in all, it's a pretty sweet deal and they can't complain.

Eddie had sworn off dating after a small handful of disastrous relationship attempts in their first year in the city. He dismisses any advances from people who attend their shows and tries not to think about how much he wants to make a genuine connection with someone and have something real. He's been burned one too many times to try and make something with someone he met in a bar or at work.

He knows the guys talk about it behind his back sometimes, he catches Jeff and Gareth fervently whispering to each other and stopping when they catch him entering the room one time too many to not suspect they're talking about him and he can't think of anything else going on in his life that they would feel the need to whisper about.

The fervent conversations take a slight uptick one day and about a week and a half after they do, Gareth hits him up and tells him he wants to set Eddie up with a guy from one of his classes. At first, Eddie is skeptical and cites all the reasons why he doesn't want to try with anyone right now but eventually, Jeff jumps in to plea the case and Freak jumps in on top of that and under the combined weight of his best friends he agrees to meet up with this Steve guy.

The guys set up the whole thing and before Eddie knows it it's Saturday night and he's wearing his best black jeans and a gray button-down, untucked, to go on an honest to God blind date like his life is some low-budget romcom.

Steve is not at all what Eddie thought he would be. Not the kind of guy he thought his friends would pick out for him given they know he usually goes for other alternatives like himself. Steve, who is shyly waving him over and getting out of his seat to great him, is the very epitome of prep. Well-fitted polo, light blue chinos, and what Eddie assumes this guy thinks are casual loafers. He's handsome to be sure, a 12/10 at least with perfect hair and defined biceps but Eddie is fairly sure he's being punked.

But, Eddie doesn't want to be rude so he goes to meet Steve at the table, confirming just in case that he's actually here to meet with a guy named Eddie. Steve gives him a bit of a confused look, saying that Gareth showed him a couple pictures of Eddie before he agreed to meet and figured he'd done the same for Eddie off Steve's Instagram. Gareth had, in fact, not done anything of the sort but they both dismiss it and get on with their date.

In all honesty, Eddie is expecting it to be a complete wash, but it turns out that even if Steve is not at all what Eddie would have previously said what his type, Steve is damn near perfect. He's funny, kind, a little bitchy, and even though he proves himself to be every bit the sports nerd he looks like he doesn't turn his nose up at Eddie's own much more classically nerdy interests. By the end of the date, Eddie has a new type and that type is Steve Harrington. He's quick to lock down a second date for the next weekend which Steve happily agrees to. They exchange numbers and Steve gives Eddie a chaste kiss on the cheek that has him floating all the way home.

Steve texted him that next morning letting him now he had a great time and is really looking forward to their next date and Eddie thinks this might be the start of something big for him. When he gets to practice he's clearly still floating on cloud nine and in his own little world designing their marriage invitations and matching tombstones so he doesn't notice the sly grins on his bandmates' faces.

"So...how'd it go last night? Everything you dreamed it would be?" Gareth asks, a strange glint in his eyes that Eddie doesn't clock.

Eddie goes on and on about how nice Steve was and how he might be The One, thanking Gareth profusely. Freak looks pleased for him, giving him a hard pat on the shoulder in congratulations but when Eddie finally tunes back into the real world he's greeted by Gareth's livid expression and Jeff's overly concerned one.

He asks the guys what the fuck is up and it turns out that Gareth and Jeff set this whole thing up as a prank of sorts. Eddie was never supposed to hit it off with Steve who Gareth selected specifically because he's a "totally brain-dead prep" and as far away as someone could get from Eddie's previous relationships. He was supposed to be someone Eddie could go on a date with and not form a connection with without getting completely burned at the end like all his previous relationships in the hopes of getting him out of his slump.

Jeff was in on it as well. He wanted to get Eddie back out there, so when Gareth presented the plan he sat in on a couple of Gareth's general credit business class sessions to help pick the guy out.

After Jeff and Gareth finish explaining he does a complete 180 and just...leaves. In any other situation, he would be raging and verbally tearing his friends a new asshole but instead, he completely disengages and walks out the garage door, ignoring his friends' shouts to come back.

He goes back home, socked and hurt and so very confused about how the hell he found himself in this position when his phone lights up.

New Message: Steve H.

Fuck.

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Part two coming soon??? Maybe???? We'll see.

[sourle]

may i request with tje story thingy where the reader is hated so bad with: builderman actually needing ur abilities to keep the whole group safe and functionable (prolly a temp speed boost when the reader is nearby) and tries to keep you alive(mostly shedletsky) , but the reader lowkey gave up on trying tk stay alive so they just let the killer get to them first

Acquaintance

My compass is curiosity

WARNINGS: none

Note: its not exactly giving up, more so someone fumbled badly—

You tapped the generator after you closed the lid, watching as it sprung into life making the area a bit brighter from the neon green line on the front of it. One generator down, 2 left to go!

You hope the others are at the remaining generator fixing it to keep the cabin safe. Protected from the depth of the forest around it. You got up and stretched your body, hearing a few pops from your back. Probably from how long you've been crouching on the same generator. Seriously, these things got more and more hard to finish each round. You do wonder why that is.

You've heard Builderman and Shedletsky talk about it, they talk about how the generator went from just clicking buttons to connecting wires. You didn't know it used to be just clicking buttons. Maybe that's because you came after the initial changes. Yeah.

"I wonder where the others are.." you muttered, walking out from the underground place. You groaned as you almost slipped off the dirt steps but managed to catch your balance by flailings your arms.

Ugh I hate this new map.

The ambient sound of the map was eerie, and each step you take seems to be on beat with the thumping from across the map. You wonder who's the killer this time, you haven't seen it for half of the round.

You kept on walking past the disarray that's once a glorious place. As you rounded a corner a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you, you gasped and punched the person from shock.

A pained groan emits from beside you and it's.. Elliot?

"Shhh the killer is near," you stare at him like he's a different person, not once have you seen him do this. You started to think he's an imposter.

Elliot groans to your shocked and offended face, "Builderman needs your help,"

You blinked, once. Twice. What?

"Builderman needs my help????" "Yes, now come on—"

You watch as he walks, sticking on the side and behind walls. You just followed still confused.

The two of you arrived at the corner of the middle, you don't know how to describe it, but the place is elevated.

There's a working generator against the wall and the opposite of it is a dispenser, Builderman sat next to it with Chance.

Once the two notice both of you Chance instantly greets, "Eyy Pizza man! And isn't it the crayon user themselves!" Chance gives you a salute before flipping his coins landing on head.

"Hi Chance... And uhh—" "I need your help,"

You stare at Builderman from his bluntness. Straight to the point, i guess?

Builderman explained his plans, since your passive gives them slight speed they need you to stay near the sentinels, and right now they're struggling with John doe.

You stepped out from behind the wall, peeking to see the rest of the survivors. You watch as Guest and Two time followed John doe from behind whilst Shedletsky is being chased by it.

Shedletsky groaned, gripping his scarred arm as he ran, his stamina was almost gone. You quickly run up to him, it is a risk run alongside someone being chased, but due to your passive Shedletsky gets a lot quicker to flee and hide. Leaving you behind to run on your own.

You can't complain when your stamina is 10 more than the killers, making it easier for you to distract. You ran for as long as you could, juking and avoiding all of John doe's attack. Your body slowly wears itself down, your legs muscles spasm from the force pressure as you kept on going.

You can't hold him longer yet you're hopeful you can due to the timer. There's 10 seconds, you can do it.

You're hoping the sentinels come out and help you and your wish was granted as the others appeared, you scream in joy but he misses his sword.

0:03

Welp you might as well pray in hope it's quick painless as John doe grabbed the back of your clothes and stabbed you with his corrupted arm.

0:33

You woke up from the couch, hearing a thud from the dining room. You shifted a bit, sitting up before groaning. You glance to the side at Taph before at the doorway that leads to the dining room and saw Shedletsky walks out.

You two locked eyed, he stammered out an apology of not being able to help you before Chance pushed him aside and practically jumped dive towards you and Taph.

Note: Taph woke up w a concussion from it.

[0cta9on]

FFF2+4

length: +2k words

Genre: Smut

Le Sserafim Sakura x Male Reader

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Your hand lazily inserts the key into your apartment and unlocks the door. You want to slam it behind you in anger, but you’re too tired to even manage that. Working at the convenience store was supposed to be easy, just a little side hustle you can do to make some cash while you go through school. However, you failed to anticipate the long and arduous days of being yelled at by customers over things you have no power over, all for minimum wage. Your piece of shit manager doesn’t make things easier as all she does is sit on her phone while you’re the one that has to run around like a dog just to maintain the store. With a heavy sigh, you collapse face-first into the couch, just barely fighting the urge to suffocate in between the cushions and end your suffering once and for all.

“You good?”

You turn your attention to your roommate Sakura, who’s sitting on the floor, immersed in a fighting game on the TV. Sakura seldom talks and has a bit of an unnerving air about her, but she always kept the common areas clean and upheld her side of the chores so you considered her to be the perfect roommate in your book. You’ve managed to warm up to each other a little bit over the years, yet she always remained as sort of an enigma to you. You rarely talked due to always being busy with work or school, but whenever you did see her, she was always playing some kind of video game. Supposedly she makes money from streaming herself playing these games to thousands of people. You didn’t really understand, but you didn’t really need to anyway.

Your body slides off the couch onto the floor next to her, your eyes glazing over the flashing colors on the screen. “I’m fine,” you utter. “What are you playing?”

“Tekken 8,” she answers, her eyes never leaving the screen. “You wanna play?”

“I think I’ll stick to watching you.” Video games were never really your thing, but you could admire how skillful Sakura looked with the way her slender fingers quickly pressed the right buttons at the right time, her eyes glaring with focus. The blue light of the TV reflects off of her pale skin, making her look ethereal despite wearing a simple crop top and a pale blue tracksuit. Since when did Sakura look so attractive?

Before you knew it, you were suddenly face to face with the back of Sakura’s blonde head, your legs splayed out on either side of her. She was too focused on the game to notice you pressing up against her, which you took as a sign to take things further. Maybe it was the exhaustion and the stress seeping its way into your brain, but you needed some kind of release and Sakura just happened to be at the right place at the right time. 

Your hands slowly snake their way up her toned abs, grazing her soft skin with your fingertips and stopping at the hem of her top. Sakura hasn’t made any move to stop you, you wonder if she even noticed you at all. You lift up her top, pleasantly surprised to see her wearing no bra underneath. Her breasts are the perfect size and shape to fit into the palms of your hands, soft yet firm like a stress ball. With each gentle squeeze, all the stress you procured over the day begins to drain from your body, and your erection starts to strain against your pants, pressing into Sakura’s lower back. Lust takes over your body as your breath gets heavier and your heart pounds in your chest. Your lips latch onto the back of her exposed neck, kissing and licking her porcelain skin.

“You’re gonna make me lose,” she says, her voice monotone. You momentarily pause to chuckle at her nonchalance. Her body was being ravished by her roommate, yet all she cared about was winning her little game. You found it oddly cute in a weird way.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, punctuating your sentence with a kiss on her neck. “How about this? If you win while I play with your body, I’ll give you $10.”

“Make it $20 and I’ll let you fuck me afterward.”

“Deal.” Almost immediately, your hand lunges into the waistband of her pants while your other hand pinches Sakura’s nipples. To your surprise, her panties had a sizable wet spot on them - despite her lack of a reaction, she was way into this. As you apply pressure against the wet spot, you hear her breath hitch in her throat, her body shivering upon contact. You had her right where you wanted her.

As much as you would love to take your time to make her feel good, you also didn’t want to easily give up the $20 you worked so hard for. You move her panties to the side to give you easier access to the honey pot lying underneath. Her lips were already coated in her slick juices as you teased her hole with your digits. A small groan escapes her mouth right as she wins the first round with a sliver of health left.

“Ooooh, that was a close one, Kkura,” you tease, chuckling into her ear. “Maybe this’ll be easier than I thought.”

Sakura stays quiet, her focus on the game unwavering. Right as the second round starts, you shove two fingers deep inside her hot, velvety core, eliciting a cute moan from the Japanese girl. The slickness of her arousal coats your fingers, allowing you to thrust in and out of her with ease. The texture of her inner walls is like silk wrapped around steel - soft and smooth, yet firm and unyielding. You watch with enjoyment as Sakura slowly becomes undone. Lustful moans continued to escape her lips, and her fingers began to spaz out with each thrust of your hand, causing her character to lose health. Her grip on the controller tightened with frustration but quickly dissipates as you continue to finger her pussy. Miraculously, she somehow managed to win the second round, albeit with a smaller margin than before.

“Hmm, I guess I should start trying now, huh?” You quicken the pace of your hand while your thumb rubs against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Sakura’s body. Her breathy moans fill the air as she tries desperately to ignore the lust threatening to take over her body. The walls of her pussy tighten around your fingers as she grows closer to her orgasm, her hips rocking subtly with each thrust, inadvertently rubbing her butt against your erection. Your breath grew heavy with excitement, but you didn’t want to end the fun just yet. Right when you think she’s about to cum, you remove your hand from her heat, denying her the satisfaction of a release. Sakura turns to you with a fire in her eyes, causing her to lose her first round.

You chuckle in her face. “What’s with that look?” you ask, taunting her with a sly smirk. From all your years of knowing her, this is the most emotion you have ever seen her display. You couldn’t help but find it cute how much she wanted to cum.

“Whatever…” She grumbles in annoyance before turning back to the screen. You place a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, a symbol of your apology. However, you aren’t apologizing for not taking her all the way. In fact, this is an apology made in advance - you’re about to make things so much more difficult for her.

Instead of pulling the trigger and assaulting her wetness like she wants you to, you decide to tease her by gently rubbing your fingers over the cloth of her crotch, applying just enough pressure for her to feel it but not enough for her to get off. Your other hand traces gentle circles on her breasts, tickling her skin with your fingernails. Sakura lets out a huff of irritation. She so badly wanted to feel your fingers inside of her, but unfortunately for her, her pride was stronger than her lust, and throwing the game for her own pleasure was just not a viable option. Her sexual frustration gets the better of her and the poor girl ends up losing the round in a complete stomp, leaving just one more round to decide whether or not you would be out $20.

“Ugh…” She groans while pinching the bridge of her nose.

“What’s the matter? Just one more win and you get $20, easy as pie,” you say, smirking mischievously. Sakura simply shrugged it off, putting all her attention into the game, but little did she know how dirty you planned on playing the final round.

Right as the in-game announcer starts the final round, you push Sakura forward so that she’s now on all fours, her perfect ass in the air. Despite the compromising change in position, she kept her grip on her controller and her focus on winning. You didn’t let her stay comfortable for long as you grabbed the waistband of her velvet sweatpants and pulled it down along with her panties, exposing her plump cheeks in one fell swoop. Her pussy stains her thighs with her sweet nectar, ready for you to ravish her hole. All your patience is about to pay off as you free your erection from its prison, lining it up with Sakura’s core. With one thrust, you completely bottom out inside of her, causing a high-pitched moan to come out of her mouth. Your fingers sink into the plush flesh of her hips, pulling her towards you with each thrust. The sight of her modest yet plump ass vibrating with an audible slap of skin against skin is worth way more than $20, yet here you are, enjoying it all for free. Sakura’s pussy squeezes your cock with her slick walls, her climax quickly approaching thanks to the work of your fingers earlier.  At this point, your roommate was a complete mess in front of you, dropping her controller and letting her opponent knock out her character without any fight. Right as the big red “DEFEAT” pops up on the screen, Sakura lets out a long moan, announcing her orgasm. You hold her hips down on the base of your cock as her body shakes with pleasure, her juices spilling down your legs and staining your work pants.

Sakura collapses onto the ground as you pull out of her, giving you a moment to catch your breath. As much as you would love to dump your entire load into her pretty pussy, you decide to show her mercy in this instance. Games aren’t fun if you win them right away.

Slowly, Sakura props herself up. Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath and you can’t help but become mesmerized by her breasts. In turn, she stares at your dick, still glistening with her nectar. She discards her disheveled clothing, and like a kitten stalking its prey, she crawls towards you with unblinking eyes. Normally, her face void of emotion would be hard to read, but at this moment, you knew exactly what she was thinking. Her lips hungrily latch onto yours as she straddles your lap, grasping onto your cock to line it up with her dripping cunt. Your hands automatically gravitate towards her hips as you pull her down onto your lap, forcing her to take all of you at once. Sakura groans into your mouth, wrapping her arms around your head and pulling you deeper into the sloppy kiss. 

As she bounces on your dick, you completely forget about all the shit you faced at work. Hell, you would gladly work at the shit hole if it meant getting to fuck your cute roommate every day. The thought gets you more excited as you meet Sakura’s hips with thrusts of your own, simultaneously breaking the kiss to suckle on her perfect bouncing tits. Her shrill moans and the slaps of your skin against hers fill your ears, driving you closer to the edge.

“S-Sakura… I’m about to c-cum…” You warn her, breathless.

“I-inside… C-cum inside me…”

With your grip tightened on her waist, you slam her down onto your cock, forcing your entire length inside as you shoot ropes of your semen into her cunt. Sakura meets your orgasm with one of her own, her pussy pulsating and milking your cock. Her body collapses onto you as both of you catch your breath.

“Well, that was something,” you say to fill the empty space. Sakura answers with a hot shaky breath against your neck. Five minutes pass before her breathing finally comes back to normal. “Soooo… Same time tomorrow?” You ask, half-jokingly. Sakura gets up from your neck with the same blank expression as always. 

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

[alastor-simp]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏: His Butler, Unexpected Guest

Tags/Warnings: Isekai/Travel To Another World, Female Reader, Will be some swear words/curse words

Notes: This chapter will be short, I'm sorry, still trying to get a clear mindset of how I want this story to go, plus I will need to rewatch season 1 since I forgot most of what happened

Credit Divider: @thecutestgrotto

**In Present Time- 2025**

"Sigh, what a day." Walking through the door of your apartment, you heaved a sigh of relief, having just dealt with a tiring day at work, legs aching from standing up all day. No way said working in a chef kitchen would be easy, but the pay was good and it let you do what you enjoyed the most, cooking. Hanging up your work attire, you ventured closer to the lounge area of your apartment, plopping down on the couch, head leaning back against the cushion. Pulling out your phone, the digital screen read 8:45 PM, indicating it was time for dinner. After washing up in the bathroom, adorning your kitty-themed lounge-wear, you headed to the kitchen, cooking up some ramen noodles, ready to relax and enjoy your anime marathon time.

Once the food was all set, shuffling to the couch, you laid back again, pulling out your headphones and sticking them in your phone, along with your charger, since the battery on your phone was drained from watching anime on your work break. Swiping at the screen, fingers tapped on the anime button, rapidly pressing on S1 of Black Butler, as episode 1 began to play. This series was your go to show, it was something you could watch over and over again, and never get tired of it. It's story focused on the main protagonist, Ciel Phantomhive, abused by a cult, having also witness his parents being murdered, managed to summon a demon, Sebastian Michaelis, and form a soul contract with him, where his soul would be offered as payment after he exacted revenge on those who tortured him and planned to have his family exterminated. You were happy that the anime was still ongoing, including the manga, as you patiently waited for the next chapter to drop.

"If there is any god out there, please give a chance to meet these characters. It would be such a cool experience" You said, looking up to the ceiling, praying to whatever make believe god to grant your wish. Pfft, yeah right, the chances of that happening were slim, but oh well, a girl can imagine. Wrapping yourself in a blanket, head pressing against the couch cushion, you continued to watch the show, laughing at certain parts of the episodes, until you felt your eyes grow heavy, falling into a deep sleep.

**Time Skip**

There was odd voices speaking in the background as you slept, two of them sounding frantic while the other was very gruff. "Oh dear, oh dear! What happened to them?" "She was laying there all by herself, I hope she is alright." "She looks very pale, poor lass." The voices got clearer and clearer, making you open your eyes, "Huh?" Upon opening them, you noticed that you were not in your apartment anymore, the room being incredibly massive with a chandelier hanging down, and tall windows. "What the?" Jolting up, your eyes continued to dart around the room, wondering where the hell you were. The voices you heard belonged to the three individuals on the other side of the room, one dressed in a maid outfit with glasses, one in a gardeners outfit, and the other with a chef outfit. They noticed you had awoken, scurrying closer to you to see how you were doing. "Oh she is awake she is." The maid inched closer to you, her large glasses nearly falling from her face.

The gardener had grabbed the blanket that was on the seat, covering it around your shoulders, "Are you alright miss? You were outside in the blistering cold." He said, his innocent eyes peering at you. "Y-yes I am" Your answer heaved a sigh of relief from the young boy, glad to know you were okay. The gruff man patted your head, giving you a soft smirk, "You bloody scared Mey Rin and Finny to death." The words "sorry" left your lips the second the chef said that, brain still trying to process what was going on. "Wait? Mey Rin and Finny? Aren't those the names of the servants from Black Butler?" Mind cluttered with thoughts, you tried to figure out what in the hell was happening. "Oh I must let the young master know our mysterious guest is awake." Mey-rin bolted out of the room, nearly tripping on her shoe-laces as you were left with the other two servants. After waiting a couple minutes, the door to the room opened, where a tall butler walked in, with long black hair flowing down his face, wearing a devilish smile . Along side him was a another male, dressed in a knickerboot suit with shorts, cane in one hand and an eye patch on the other.

"Finnian, Baldroy. You are free to return back to your duties." The butler spoke, as he gave a smile to the servants. "Yes, Sir!" Both of them gave a salute, turning to look at you with a smile as they headed out of the room, leaving you alone with the other two people in the room. The young boy walked closer, moving to sit on the other chair across from you, placing his hands on his lap, as he continued to stare at you. His eyes were monitoring you, probably trying to determine if you were a threat or not, yet there was a hint of kindness in them "Pleasure to be meeting you, My name is CIel Phantomhive, Lord of Phantomhive manor and the Queen's Watchdog. The man next to me is my butler, Sebastian." Sebastian gave you a kind smile, placing his hand on his chest and giving you a bow. There was no way this was happening, you must be dreaming. Pinching the side of your arm, you waited for the moment you opened your eyes, hoping to break out of this dream. When nothing happened, you realized this was reality, "What the fuck?"

-FIN-

Tag List: @rhyzoma , @yukiinee , @wokasiv

[flymetothexmoon]

Hair Dye + Rings

Warning: Swearing. Smoking. Flirty Thanos x Reader. Sexual Innuendos.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

"Señorita, I need you. Call me."

A long time ago, you remember reading an old quote that said that whenever someone fools you once, it is on them; but when they fool you twice, the actions after the fact are then solely on you.

You rolled over to your side, still holding your phone, as you replayed the message, his voice deep and desperate; you could tell he was tired. Tired from what you did not know or ask. It was not very often that Thanos asked you for favors, let alone would let it slip that he needed someone, but something in you was nagging at you to return the call.

To be honest if you had actually gotten the call in time you were not sure if you would have answered or not, but now that he took the time to leave you a voicemail, to let you know he neeeded you, the tables have turned.

Slowly, you managed to press the "Return Call" button and brought the phone's speaker to your ear. You expected the phone to ring more than once, or even go to his voicemail, but it only rang once before his voice was soon in your ears once again.

His voice was louder than it was on the voicemail, more urgent. Maybe he really did need you after all.

"My house. Now. And stop by the store. My goddamn vape ran out. Blueberry Crush." You could feel yourself nodding, even though he was not able to see you.

The inside of your cheek was met with your teeth as you tugged on the sensitive skin, desperately trying to think as to why he would need you, but still feeling the surge of electricity run through as to what and why you needed to be there so urgently.

Thanos did not live very far from you, but the line at the local convenience store in your shared neighborhood was busier than usual. You could feel your feet rocking and back and fourth as you nervously rubbed your thumb along the front of the box the vape came in. Finally, it was your turn, and you smiled warmly at the cashier, knowning that was something they did not get very often.

"This all?" Your eyes scanned the area in front of you, feeling like it was your first time here. You eventually found a little display that had mood rings on display. A simple piece plastic that was suppose to wrap around your finger and tell you what you were feeling, but in reality probably adjusted and changed due to body temperature.

Quickly, you grabbed one out of the secured slot and placed it next to the vape, thinking it would not hurt to humor your inner child. You wished the cashier a good day, and slid the mood ring on your right middle finger as you walked out of the store, making your way to where Thanos was.

It had not even been two minutes that you left the store before you could feel your phone buzzing in your hand, the vibration making you jump slightly.

"Hello?"

"Señorita, where the hell are you? I fucking need you." You smiled softly to yourself, reminding him you needed to make a stop and you would be there soon. The reflection of your mood ring caught your attention as you hung up the phone.

Pink: Nuturing, Loving, Grateful.

Before long, you were standing in front of Thanos' door, your free hand that was not holding the box with his vape, was about to knock on his door before the door had quickly opened, nearly knocking you to your feet as you could feel someone's hands on your wrist as they quickly brought you inside, the door closing behind you.

"Thank God you are here,"

Your chest rose a few times as you tried to reduce the minor anxiety attack that took over.

Gray: Unsettled, Confused, Stresssed.

The colors were indeed changing with your mood, and you finally felt yourself relax as Thanos stood before you. His purple hair was a mess... literally, and you could see tiny little specs of purple on his face and even on the oversized shirt he was wearing.

Suddenly, it dawned on you why he needed you.

"Thanos... What have you done?"

His hands were on your wrist again, you could feel one of his fingers gliding against yours, one of his rings that he wore gently scraping against the cheap plastic on the mood ring you just bought. A low gasp escaped your lips, making them part slightly, as you felt him grab the boxed vape from your grasp, the sound of the box being ripped open and thrown on the floor following after, and the sound of the crackle from the vape mechanics and the smell of blueberry filling your lungs as you watched him take a hit, his pupils dialating almost instantly from the relief it gave him.

"I don't know what the fuck you are talking about..." Another hit.

Slowly, you felt your own eyes get a little hazy as you stepped closer to him, his height towering above you as you poked him on the chest, obviously pointing at the purple stains all over his top of choice.

"Your shirt says otherwise. Were you trying to do dye your own hair?"

Thanos fell quiet, and as a reflex, he ran his hand through his hair, getting even more of the purple dye all over his hand, all over the rings he wore.

"Fuck. Did I make that much of a mess?"

You smiled. He definitely did, and you could already see the spots on his head where he missed.

Lilac: Calming, Soothing, Pleasant.

"Just a little here and there. Let me take care of you..." you did not mean for the last part to come out like an invitation, but if definitely sounded like one, causing Thanos' eyes to light up momentarily, his lips curving into a tight smirk when your hand grabbed his hand and guided him up the stairs.

"Fiesty. So goddamn to eager to get me all alone. You must have other plans."

In that moment you were so glad you were moving fast so he did not see the blush that heated your cheeks.

Thanos had plopped down in a chair he brought, his eyes watching you as you mixed together the remaining of his signature purple dye, the gloves you wearing made slight crinkle when you finished stirring together the dye and bleach combo. Your nostrils were filled with the smell of blueberry again as you could tell Thanos was taking another hit of his vape, pleased with the purchase you made for him.

"You look so fucking sexy with those gloves on... Like you are going to dominate me or sum" You could feel your cheeks burning again as you stepped closer to him, your fingers gently massaging into his scalp and the feeling of his fingers hands gripping into your waist to steady you– clearly getting purple dye on your pants, but in the moment you did not care.

Sky Blue: Soothing, Relaxing, Focused.

Thanos was watching you, and you both knew it. He was not only watching you to learn how to do his own hair better, but he was also watching you because he liked watching you; the way your fingers worked his scalp and how your hips were constantly moving, despite the grip he had on them to try and keep you in one place, and more importantly how every time you had to get the top pieces of his hair, you had to stand on your tippy toes and real close to him, your tits practically begging his eyes to look at them.

Finally, your body relaxed and you admired your finished product, Thanos' hair was perfect.

You had stepped back to admire him, his hands that were gripping your hips were released and you involuntarily shivered at the lack of contact, but you remained proud of your work. You stepped aside to let him admire himself in the mirror, his hands running through his hair again, the smirk creeping across his lips once again, indicating how happy he was.

"Señorita I look so good. You did so fucking good for me. My own personal stylist." A low giggle escaped your vocal cords as you smiled wide, admiring him yourself, bringing your own hand to his hair, the plastic of the mood ring glittering against the lights in his bathroom.

Red: Passion, Power, Energy.

"It does look really good. You look really good," Thanos' hands snaked around your waist, moving your body so you were now sitting on the cold countertop in his bathroom, your eyes fluttering at the sudden contact as you watched his hands; the grip he recently had around your hips was once again present as you felt the metal on his hand dig into you, piercing your skin like a tattoo.

"S'all thanks to you, baby"

His words came out so damn smooth that for a moment, you believed that you were actually his baby. The piercing in your hip came to a hault as one hand kept you steady and the other was lifting your hand up, a small crinkle of Thanos' nose made you giggle again as he admired your hand, looking at the mood ring on your finger.

"What's this, baby? A silly little mood ring?"

Your mouth opened slightly, trying to think of a smart answer to reply with when you felt Thanos' body shift so he was even closer to you, his heartbeat practically thumping against yours as you swallowed hard, looking down at your hand and then back up to him, your lips just barely touching his...

"It's orange. Orange could suggest that I am craving excitement, and I am feeling confident and affectionate. Want to play a game and figure out what I am?"

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Authors Note: this was a fun one to write. I had been feeling a little uninspired after part three of "Text Messages + Photos" but I finally wrote up at least 10 different titles that I want to eventually write up for Thanos and Seunghyun. Enjoy !!

[lxndonorris]

games - Franco Colapinto

Y/N x Franco Colapinto Theme: Smutty, Teasing, Touching playing teasing games with Franco word count: 3520+ taglist: @game-set-canet @cloud-55 open for requests :)

The hum of the paddock was always the same. Mechanics bustled between the garages, engineers huddled over laptops, and the faint smell of burnt rubber and motor oil lingered in the air. 

It was race weekend, and as a member of Williams' strategy department, your mind was consumed with tire degradation rates, fuel calculations, and weather forecasts.

This weekend was different, though; Franco Colapinto had been brought in as a replacement for the remainder of the season. It wasn't uncommon for drivers to shuffle in and out, but his arrival left you with mixed feelings.

While his talent was undeniable, his presence also underscored the volatility of the sport. 

One moment you're on top; the next, you're replaced.

You tried to keep your head down and focus on your work, but Franco had other ideas.

From the moment he stepped into the Williams garage, he exuded confidence—maybe too much. His charming smile seemed to disarm everyone around him, and his jokes quickly won over the mechanics. 

You wanted to be immune to it. After all, you weren't here to be dazzled by a driver; you were here to perform as best as possible. 

Still, there was something about his energy that made him hard to ignore.

Friday morning was spent poring over practice session data. By the time the clock struck noon, you were desperate for a break. Slipping away from the chaos, you found a quiet corner of the hospitality area. The cool breeze and a cup of coffee were all you needed to reset your mind.

But, of course, that peace was short-lived.

"Found you," came a smooth voice from behind.

You didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Franco had a knack for making his presence known.

"What do you want, Colapinto?" You asked, keeping your tone neutral as you sipped your coffee.

"Is that how you greet all our teammates?" He teased, sliding into the chair across from you. 

He didn't wait for an invitation, naturally.

"I'm not sure we're teammates," you countered, setting your cup down. "You're here to drive; I'm here to strategize."

"Semantics," he said with a shrug. "We're both here for the same goal, aren't we?"

His casual confidence was maddening, but you refused to let it get under your skin.

"Did you need something, or are you just here to disrupt my break?"

He grinned, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Maybe I just wanted to get to know you better. You seem... interesting."

"Interesting?" You echoed, raising an eyebrow. "That's vague."

"Charming, sharp, beautiful. Should I go on?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

"Flattery doesn't work on me."

"Oh, I don't believe that for a second," he said, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse quicken. "But if it doesn't, I'll just have to try harder."

It was infuriating how effortlessly he pushed your buttons. And yet, you couldn't deny the thrill of it. 

If he wanted to play this game, you'd make sure you won.

Careful, Franco," you said, letting your fingers brush over his arm as you stood. "You don't want to bite off more than you can chew."

His breath hitched just barely—a subtle reaction, but one you didn't miss. He tilted his head, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. 

"I think I can handle it."

"Good luck, then," you said, walking away before he could respond.

---

The day went on, and you managed to avoid Franco for the most part. But by the time the evening rolled around, you found yourself thinking about your brief encounter. 

He was charming, funny, and annoyingly attractive. And yet, you couldn't shake the feeling that getting involved with him was a bad idea. He was a temporary replacement, after all. What was the point in letting yourself get tangled up in something that might not last?

But Franco wasn't the type to give up easily.

---

Saturday morning brought more practice sessions and strategy meetings. You were buried in data when Franco strolled into the engineering office, his helmet tucked under one arm.

"You look busy," he said, leaning casually against the desk.

"I am," you replied without looking up.

"Maybe I can help," he offered, his tone playful.

"Unless you've suddenly become an expert in race strategy, I doubt it."

"I might surprise you," he said, stepping closer.

You glance up at him, your lips curving into a smirk.

"Oh, I'm sure you're full of surprises."

His eyes flickered to your lips, and for a moment, the air between you seemed to crackle. Then, just as quickly, you returned your focus to the laptop in front of you, leaving him standing there.

But Franco wasn't one to be ignored. He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear.

"You know, if you keep teasing me like this, I might start to think you enjoy it."

You turned to face him, your faces inches apart. 

"And if I do?"

His grin widened. "Then I'd say we're going to have a lot of fun."

With that, he straightened up and walked away, leaving you to wonder what exactly you'd gotten yourself into.

---

A few hours later, the buzz of post-qualifying energy filled the air as team members analyzed data and discussed strategies for the race.

The car had shown steady performance, and Franco had managed to secure P13—a good result considering the car's limitations this season and his inexperience with it all.

You sat in the corner of the engineering office, reviewing telemetry and tire degradation patterns when the door swung open, revealing Franco. His white racing suit clung to him, the logos proudly displayed on his chest. His hair was damp, slightly tousled from the helmet, and a faint sheen of sweat made him look effortlessly rugged.

"P13," he announced with a grin, his voice bright as he strode into the room. "Not bad for the new guy, huh?"

You glance up from your screen and nodded.

"Not bad at all. You might even be worth keeping around."

His grin widened as he leaned against the desk beside you.

"High praise coming from you. I was beginning to think I'd never win you over."

"You still haven't," you said, letting your lips curve into a smirk. "But you're off to a decent start."

He chuckled, his dark eyes locked on yours.

"I'll take that as a challenge."

As the room cleared out, people heading off to dinner or more meetings, Franco lingered. His teasing continued, lighthearted at first, but his words grew bolder with each exchange.

"You know," he said, his voice low, "I think you like having me around more than you let on."

"And why would you think that?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because you're still here talking to me instead of running off like everyone else," he said, his tone smug. "Admit it—you’re intrigued."

You leaned back in your chair, studying him.

"Intrigued? Maybe, impressed? Not quite."

His laugh was soft, and he leaned in closer, his arms crossed as he rested them on the desk. 

"You're tough to crack, you know that?"

"Maybe you're just not trying hard enough," you shot back, your tone playful.

Beneath the table, an idea crossed your mind.

Without a word, you let your foot drift toward him. Slowly, deliberately, you dragged the tip of your shoe along his calf. You felt him tense ever so slightly, his smirk faltering for just a fraction of a second before returning, sharper than before.

His eyes darkened, but he played it cool.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play?" he murmured.

You didn't respond, instead letting your foot continue its slow journey up his leg, brushing over his knee and toward his thigh. His breathing quickened, though he did his best to hide it. When your foot reached just beneath the edge of his suit, you stopped, withdrawing just enough to leave him wanting more.

"You were saying?" you asked, your voice innocent.

He cleared his throat, his grin never fading.

"I think you're enjoying this even more than I am."

You tilted your head, feigning indifference. 

"Maybe. Maybe not."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

"How about we find out?"

Your heart skipped, but you kept your composure.

"And how do you propose we do that?"

"Meet me later," he said, his words deliberate. "My motorhome."

For a moment, you let the suggestion hang in the air, the weight of it pressing down on both of you. Then, with a coy smile, you leaned back in your chair.

"We'll see."

He laughed softly, shaking his head as he stood. In one swift motion, he unzipped his suit just enough to grant you a glimpse of the blue fireproofs beneath.

"You're going to drive me crazy, aren't you?"

"Only if you're lucky," you replied, watching as he walked away.

As the door closed behind him, you exhaled deeply, your mind racing. You didn't want to admit it, but the thought of meeting him sent a thrill through you that was impossible to ignore.

---

An hour later, you found yourself standing outside Franco's motorhome, the cool evening air brushing against your skin. Your heart was pounding. Was this the right decision? Yet, something about him—his charm, his confidence, his maddening ability to make you second-guess everything—had drawn you here.

You knocked, the sound feeling louder than it should in the quiet paddock. A moment later, the door opened, and there he was.

Franco stood in the doorway, still in his racing gear, the upper half loosely hanging down around his waist. The tight blue Nomex undershirt clung to his chest and arms, highlighting every contour. His hair was still slightly damp, and his grin was as infuriatingly cocky as ever.

"You came," he said, leaning casually against the doorframe, his voice laced with amusement.

"You invited me," you replied, your tone light but guarded.

"And I didn't think you'd actually show up," he admitted, stepping aside to let you in. "Come on, make yourself comfortable."

You hesitated for only a second before stepping into the motorhome. It was cozy, the space designed for function but with enough personal touches to make it feel lived-in. A small table and couch sat to one side, a kitchenette on the other. The faint scent of something fresh—maybe soap—lingered in the air.

The door clicked shut behind you, and you turned to find Franco watching you, his arms crossed and that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips.

"Not bad," you said, glancing around. "I expected it to be messier."

He chuckled, stepping closer.

"What can I say? I like to keep things in order. Well, most things."

You raised an eyebrow. "And the things you don't?"

"Those tend to be more fun," he said, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse quicken again.

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"You're relentless, you know that?"

"And you're impossible to ignore," he countered, closing the distance between you.

The teasing back-and-forth began almost immediately. His fingers brushed against your back as he passed you, a casual touch that sent shivers down your spine. 

You retaliated by letting your hand linger on his arm, tracing the toned muscle beneath the fabric. His grin only widened.

"You're not making this easy," he said, his voice low.

"Good," you replied, leaning against the small table. "I wouldn't want to."

He moved closer, his eyes searching yours as he rested his hands on either side of you, caging you in without actually touching you.

"You're going to drive me insane," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

You tilted your head, a smirk playing on your lips.

"Maybe that's the point."

His gaze dropped to your lips, and for a moment, the air between you crackled with tension. Slowly, he leaned in, his face inches from yours. Your heart raced, your breath catching as his fingers brushed against your back again, this time more deliberate, more lingering.

You let your hand slide up his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. Your fingers drifted to his shoulders, then down his arms, before finally brushing over his thigh.

His breath hitched, his composure faltering ever so slightly, and you knew you had him.

But just as his lips were about to meet yours, you pulled away, stepping aside with a teasing smile.

"Not so fast," you said, your voice light and playful.

His eyes darkened, and he let out a low laugh, shaking his head. 

"You're cruel, you know that?"

"Am I?" You ask innocently, though the gleam in your eyes betrayed you.

He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mingled with amusement.

"You're going to be the death of me."

You shrugged, moving toward the couch and sitting down, crossing one leg over the other. 

"Maybe. But you'll enjoy every second of it."

Franco stood there for a moment, his hands on his hips, as if deciding whether to let you win this round. Finally, he let out a breath, his smirk returning.

"You're trouble," he said, joining you on the couch, his knee brushing against yours. "And I like it."

You lean closer, your voice a whisper. 

"You have no idea."

The air between you felt electric, the tension thick as you leaned in just enough to close the distance without actually touching him. 

Franco stayed still, watching you with a mix of amusement and anticipation. His restraint was admirable, but you could see the flicker of desire in his eyes. 

He knew you were playing with him, and yet he let you—whether it was curiosity, confidence, or sheer temptation, you couldn't tell.

You let your hands roam over his chest, your fingers trailing along the lines of his toned muscles beneath the fabric of his Nomex shirt. His breath grew shallow, his chest rising and falling in time with the slow, deliberate movements of your hands.

You lingered at his collarbone, letting your fingers drift upward to his neck, where you caressed the sharp line of his jaw. His skin was warm beneath your touch, the faintest hint of a stubble grazing your fingertips.

With your other hand, you let your fingers slide down to his thigh, brushing over the firm muscle just barely. The touch was light, teasing, a mere whisper of contact that made him shift slightly under your hand.

His lips parted as though he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He just watched you, his gaze dark and intense, as if daring you to push him further.

"You're quiet," you said softly, your thumb brushing over the edge of his jaw.

"You're in control," he replied, his voice rougher than usual, a low hum that sent a thrill down your spine. "For now."

The confidence in his tone made you smirk. 

You let your fingers on his thigh press down a little more, moving in slow circles that barely grazed where you knew he wanted them. He shifted again, his composure slipping just enough to make your teasing worth it.

"Franco," you murmured, leaning in so close that your lips nearly brushed his ear. "You're enjoying this too much."

He chuckled, the sound soft but strained.

"You don't know half of it."

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your fingers still exploring his jawline while your other hand continued its slow, deliberate movements on his thigh.

His eyes were locked on yours, his restraint remarkable given the circumstances. 

It was a game now—one you weren't sure either of you wanted to win.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a kiss that was soft but purposeful. He hesitated yet gave in, his hand moving to the small of your back as he deepened the kiss, his restraint giving way to the desire he'd been holding back.

The moment felt charged, every touch, every movement heightened by the tension that had been building between you.

Your hand on his thigh moved slightly, your fingers brushing against him just enough to draw a sharp intake of breath from him. 

You smiled against his lips, knowing you had him exactly where you wanted. You let your touch linger, a faint stroke that sent a shiver through him.

When you finally pull back, his eyes were heavy-lidded, his breath shallow as he looked at you with a mix of satisfaction and frustration.

"Was that what you wanted?" you asked, your voice low, teasing.

He smirked, running a hand through his tousled hair. 

"It's a start."

Your fingers, still on his thigh, pressed down a little more deliberately, tracing slow, deliberate circles over the firm muscle. He tensed beneath your touch, his breath hitching just barely, but his eyes stayed locked on yours, a challenge glinting in the dark depths.

"Patience," you murmured, letting your fingers drift a little higher, teasingly brushing along the edge of where he wanted them most.

His jaw tightened, and you could feel the restraint it took for him to let you lead, to let you play this game.

"You're relentless," he whispered, his voice rough and low.

"Only because it's fun," you replied, your lips curving into a mischievous smile.

You leaned in again, letting your lips hover just over his, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against yours. At the same time, you let your fingers slide up his thigh once more, giving him the faintest, gentlest squeeze. 

His breath hitched again, sharper this time, and you couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped you.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, his voice tight, his control fraying at the edges.

You didn't answer, instead letting your hand linger, your touch slow and deliberate as you felt the tension coiling in him, the way his body reacted to every subtle movement. 

Your other hand moved back to his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles beneath the tight, slightly damp fabric of his shirt, before sliding upward to cup his jaw.

His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, and you took the opportunity to lean in, pressing your lips to his in another slow, lingering kiss. 

This time, he didn't hold back. 

His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer as he kissed you with a hunger that made your heart race. His other hand cupped your face, his fingers warm and steady against your skin.

But just as he was beginning to take control, you pulled back, breaking the kiss and pulling away from his touch. Your fingers trailed down his chest one last time before sliding back to his thigh, giving him one final squeeze. 

You smirked as his eyes opened, dark and heavy with frustration and need.

"So much trouble. You're impossible," he said, his voice husky.

"Maybe," you replied, standing up slowly, letting your fingers linger on his thigh until the last possible moment. "But you're still letting me win."

He laughed softly, shaking his head as he leaned back against the couch. 

At first, he exhaled and raised an arm, stroking the back of his head. The movement made his toned chest stand out even more, the fabric of his undershirt clinging to him as he stretched slightly, trying to shake off the tension you'd left behind.

"I'm letting you think you're winning."

You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow, watching him closely.

As he leaned back against the sofa, his head resting against the cushions, he let out a long, steadying breath. His hand moved almost instinctively to his chest, following the path your fingers had traced moments before.

His fingers slid over the fabric of his nomex shirt, pressing lightly against his chest as though trying to capture the sensations you'd left behind.

His other hand drifted lower, brushing over his stomach and coming to rest near the visible strain inside his suit. His bulge was unmistakable, the tension evident even through the tightly fitted material. 

"Oh, is that what you're telling yourself?"

He smirked, the heat in his eyes unwavering.

"You'll see."

Franco closed his eyes for a moment, his jaw tightening as he let his hand hover over his bulge, his fingers flexing slightly.

It was as though he was chasing the lingering heat of your touch, replaying every teasing stroke, every deliberate squeeze in his mind.

The ghost of your fingers on his thigh, the press of your hand against his jaw, the softness of your lips—all of it hung in the air between you, even though you stood up.

He exhaled sharply, his hand brushing against the strain, his body responding to the memory of the game you'd just played. A low chuckle escaped his lips, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Next time, I'll make sure to win."

You laughed, stepping toward the door.

"Goodnight, Franco."

Goodnight," he called after you, his voice rich with amusement. As you slipped out of the motorhome and into the cool night air, you couldn't stop the smile that tugged at your lips.

This was a game you weren't sure either of you wanted to end.

[msdoodlesposts]

Part 1

(Slight blood and language)

Mrs. Rich!Player x DogDay!Rich

September 12 1992

Three years before the hour of joy.

-

“Richie?” You muttered lightly still between the realms of being awake and sleep, though you were starting to wake up more when you moved your hand and didn’t feel the warm body of your husband Rich, You blinked your eyes a few times to get the sleep out before turning over and turn the lamp on,

Rich came out of the bathroom at the same time, dressed in his work blues and you couldn’t help but make a face.

“Your supposed to be off today”

“I know Angel” Rich spoke as he came over making sure his shirt look presentable “I got a call, a surprise load came in and the night crew needs a manager”

You crossed your arms lightly “can’t they get someone else to watch over them?” You asked, You been waiting a whole year to celebrate your first wedding anniversary and may have bother Rich a bit to always make sure he had that day off.

“It will only be for a few hours, when you wake up, I’ll be here with breakfast and those donuts from Randy’s you like so much” Rich spoke smiling softly, leaning down giving you a gentle kiss on the lips then on the forehead before turning off the lamp next to you.

“You get some sleep angle and I’ll see you soon”

***

Present day.

13 years after Richard was killed, 10 years after everyone went missing.

-

“How the fuck were these things even approved!” You couldn’t help but yell annoyed as you shot another flare when a small unicorn and chicken plushy started craving you way. Like what was cute about blank eyes and big grinning smiles that would be like nightmare fuel!

You sigh and gently rubbed your eyes to try and get them from being blurry having not slept in about what a day if you could remember correctly.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you heard more of those tiny animal squeaks as they came closer again. You could understand why Ollie found this place terrifying but to you it was starting to get annoying with all of the critters. You saw the wires you been fallowing lead to a button and you hope that

It would open it a door thus leading to a exist.

Ok so you were half right it did lead you somewhere, when you went down the stairs beyond the door and into a indoor swimming pool(they seriously had one?) You fallowed another pair of doors into something that definitely didn’t look like a child’s place, your eyes gazed over the cell block area, a frown appearing on your lips as you remembered this was where Catnap-Theo was kept.

You took in a deep breath and slowly walked in, looking around as you went and frown as the inside of the cells, your nose twitching, smelling blood.

You walked by a door and almost jump out of your skin when you heard a voice spoke, a familiar voice.

“You…Your Poppy’s Angel”

You glance that way, eyes widening slowly as they looked over what appeared to be half of a Dogday costume, but knowing this place it was anything but that.

Your nose twitch a bit at the smell of blood coming from what was left of the Dog’s lower half.

“Come to save us” The costume wheeze a bit “nothing left to save, not here…”

You frown upon hearing that and step a bit closer, eyes trailing over the mix of belts holding the character up.

“Your in catnap’s home,Angel”

And there it was again, the nagging feeling in the back of your head, it been years since someone had called your Angel, the last one to do so was Rich…

You slowly felt your face stiffen and eyes slowly widening in horror a bit.

You could be wrong you really wish you were wrong but from the evidence you seen here and the videos you saw everything was singing a different tune.

You didn’t have a open casket for Rich’s funeral nore did you ever saw his body, you were only told that it was best for you to not see it, to remember Rich the way he was.

Your mind wander franticly trying to remember the last few days before Rich’s death.

You remember being excited about your anniversary, double checking with Rich to make sure he gotten the day off even though he had assured you a millions time that he had.

You made dinner reservations for that day and you had went over to the calendar to write it down so neither of you could forget.

You remember seeing in red pen ‘PlayCare interview’ written the day before Rich’s death.

Oh sweet god.

You made a noise and step back away from the cell before bending over and promptly lost your lunch.

You tried to take in a few deep breaths only to end up coughing a bit.

“Listen to me,you need to get out-“

“Say that again”

His head move a bit, blank eyes covered by ears, now looking annoyingly (you pretty sure he was annoyed cause you were having a bit of a crisis during his speech). “You need to leave” he spoke again, emphasize on the word leave.

You took in a deep breath and rubbed your temples “Trust me I’ve been trying since the moment I got here, I…I need you to say Angel again” you spoke, a bit embarrassed upon the request, but you did have to make sure.

You heard him wheeze again, you were sure it was a chuckle,he looked at you annoyed(this time you were sure).

“Angel”

You recognize that tone, the same tone Rich would you when you stared to get on his annoyed side.

“Rich?”

Dogday’s eyes widen (as much as they could since their eyes were already big )

And saw a peice of fabric start to move bring him, wagging like a tail.

“Angel?” He ask softly.

You took in a deep breath.

“Fuck”

(Hope you enjoy part 1, it might be a two or three parter)

[syoddeye]

the warren, ten - curious

price x f!reader | 3k words | series page | ao3 tags: mine/underground, gaslighting, minor injury, dual pov a/n: john takes you on a trip.🔪

"There she is. Mind locking it behind you, darl? We're closing early."

John doesn't look up from the register drawer. The bills of cash look like monopoly money in his hands. He licks the tip of his thumb and sorts through the stack, the creases in his brow cutting deep. When he's done, he tucks the tender into a scuffed leather envelope.

Embarrassment warms your face as you realize you've never handled this part of the job before. Not even when you've closed alongside him. He must always take care of it, or leave it undone until later. It stings a little. Peels up a sticking corner of your faith. He must not trust you to manage the till. You bite back a comment, shelving it for later. You have enough on your mind, thoughts teetering precariously like a cup filled to the brim, held in only by surface tension.

"Heard you went on an adventure today."

"I did."

"Gotta tell you, love, hate that you didn't ask for a ride," He sets the envelope down and slots the register back into place. He fixes you with a heavy stare, chin tucking toward his chest. "And that you went on foot."

"It's not that far. I've walked further, in the desert." You smile, trying to ease his mood, and remind him you aren't as helpless as he may believe.

But it doesn't work. If anything, your nonchalance hardens him further. 

"Yeah? Are there bears in the desert? Cougars?"

It's strange. No, not strange. This is not out of character. John's been like this since you met. Set in his ways, immovable in his convictions, the master of his domain. However he thinks things should go, how the world should spin, it's only a hair beneath the natural laws themselves. Still, you thought you moved beyond that with him and fell outside his mantle of authority. The slight condescension in his tone and body language? It needles you. Your hackles rise. It makes you think of your dad. Of Dusty. 

"There are cougars, actually. Coyotes, too. Snakes, bighorns…" You fold your arms. "Even met a surly jackrabbit, once."

John stares hard, thumb picking at a sliver of laminate peeling loose. The silence stretches, taut as a bowstring. When he finally speaks, his face softens, tired lines overtaking the sharp ones. Worry seeps through the cracks like water through stone. "That so? Well. If you've taken on the desert before…"

He pushes off the counter then steps around and into the gap. The offer is clear, and you meet him halfway, pressing a kiss to his lips. It's a quiet thing, your apology tucked between tongues. When you part, you rest your head on his chest. His hand glides up your spine.

"Sorry to make you worry."

"S'alright. Stopped worrying when Soap texted that he ran into you outside the library. Bookworm couldn't wait for her next read, eh?"

That sneak. Soap must've texted when you were distracted on the drive.

Your eyes fall to the tortoiseshell button on John's shirt, rising and falling with his breathing. A loose thread sticks out from it. You relate to it.

"Yes and no," you say, lifting your head. "I woke up curious." You lick your lips, thinking about what you'd told Soap in the truck. How he reacted when you said you might get to know everyone better, should you winter in the Panhandle. "If I'm going to stay here, I want to learn more about the area."

"S'pose the library's the place to learn. Though, you could've asked me, too."

All roads lead back to John, and you'd taken the turn willingly the moment you got on your knees for him. The moment you fell into his bed.

"You were busy."

"You couldn't wait?" He echoes and it purses your lip. 

Your hackles stir again. Your fraying nerves are to blame, not him. You'll feel better once you let it out.

"Are you busy now?"

"Need to make some deliveries. Ride with me."

Another truck, another conversation about madness. You help load the bed with odds and ends. John's occupation as shop owner and local Renaissance man keeps him busy. He points out a lamp he rewired. Hand tools he sharpened. A bicycle, sporting a new chain and front tire.

The comfortable rhythm between you returns, but you feel his thumb at the edges of you. Prying like he did with that bit of laminate on the counter, trying to ease you open. He wants to know what compelled you to walk the miles to Ponderosa, to sit in the library all day.

He knows you well enough to give you space, to make you feel safe before asking. That's one of the reasons you think you might love him.

John drives, you talk. You tell him everything, skipping over Phil's ominous text and the hold waiting under your name. The hold becomes a random book plucked off a library shelf and how its defacement spurred a morbid fascination with the collapse that swallowed nearly a hundred men.

The lie slips out smoother than you'd like. You hate that it's easier now, that you can meet his eyes as you reshape the truth. He doesn't twitch or look over suspiciously. He just listens. It makes it easier to tell yourself that omission and white lies—they're not deceit, not really.

But when you get to the part about your discovery, you waver. You stumble over your words, starting and stopping like burrs catching and pulling at the fabric of your story.

John glances at you then, quick but pointed. You tugged a thread and he felt the give.

Your explanation is shoddier the second time around. 

"...and he looked exactly like Alex. I swear." 

John doesn't respond immediately. He pulls the truck off to the side of the road, stopping in front of a mailbox at the end of a long drive. Without a word, he turns the engine off, climbs out, and heads to the back.

You hear the faint click of the bicycle wheel as it spins, the dull thunk as he pulls it free. Watching through the side mirror, you see him push it to the mailbox and prop it there. He stands beside it for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck, shoulders slumped.

When he turns back and catches you staring, he gives you a small, uncertain smile, sheepish and laced with pity. You drop your gaze to your shoes.

He thinks you're crazy, too. Perfect.

You're a quarter mile down the road when he finally speaks.

"That's quite the claim."

"I know. I know how it sounds. But John, if you saw him, you'd think the same thing. It's uncanny." You sigh. Every word is a shovelful of dirt. "Soap suggested it was his grandfather or something. Do you know if Alex has roots here?"

"Well, we all have roots here," He smiles a little and reaches over, brushing a hand over your knee. "But if I remember correctly, I believe his family's been here a couple decades."

You nod. That is a comfort. It should be a comfort. It's not that you don't believe John. It's more so you want proof and know you're not sure you want to ask the man in question. Did your grandfather nearly die in a mine collapse?

Frustrated, you lay a hand over John's, tracing the cracks in his knuckles.

"That disappoint you?"

You shrug. "I guess I wanted a mystery."

He chuckles. "Like one of your books, no doubt."

"I suppose so." Though the unease lingers, stitched tight to your stomach lining and unwilling to unwind, you manage to smile. "I heard there's a memorial."

"There is. It's not for—"

"Tourists. Yeah, I know." His lip twitches, and you rush an apology into the gap. "Sorry for interrupting. It's just—who knows. I might not be a tourist in a few weeks. I want to know this place and the people."

That lands differently and with intent. It instantly smooths over your poor manners. His fingers stretch, drumming thoughtfully on the inside of your knee.

"We can visit, if you'd like. You'll see why they don't put in the brochures."

Your eyes widen, surprised he's indulging your curiosity.

"I'd love to. When should we go?"

The truck jerks as he brakes on a patch of gravel, a small spray of rocks pinging against the undercarriage. Dust blooms behind you like smoke.

He grins, a glint of something wild in his eyes. It's conspiratorial like the two of you are teenagers sneaking off to do something you shouldn't.

"Still light out, isn't it?"

~~

The Sawtooth Crest Mine doesn't feel so different from the ghost towns scattered across the Great Basin. A handful of sagging structures, burnt or crushed into rubble by weather and time. Others lean precariously on the verge of collapse.

You pass signs designating offices and a warehouse, bunkhouses, and a rec hall. You scan the empty windows and doorways as if you'll find answers or at least a hint.

The woods creep in, decades of reclamation around you.

After all the effort to get here, the memorial feels like a joke. A slab of stone with a tarnished plaque bolted onto the front. The text is largely illegible, worn down, and that's what's left. It looks like someone took a pickaxe to the rest of it.

You step closer, brushing your fingers over the pitted stone. John stands back, letting you have the moment. It feels intrusive, like standing at a stranger's grave. You suppose you are, in a way. Some bodies are reported unrecoverable.

The thought makes the back of your neck itch.

John waits until you're done, then gestures toward the mine itself. The main entrance gapes wide, its opening barred with iron rods and sheet metal, wired tight like a broken jaw. While you stare through the gaps, imagining further in, John steps to the side, casually working the padlock on the access door. A click, the chain slithers to the ground in a pile, and the door swings open.

"What are you—Isn't it dangerous?"

"Been here loads of times," he grins. "Drinking with the lads, mucking around. C'mon, we won't go far."

The grin isn't much comfort, but when he beckons, you follow. He leads you into the yawning dark, pulling out an emergency light clipped to his keys, throwing a small pool of light that splashes over your feet and up the closest section of wall. You stick close, your shoulder brushing his arm as the daylight behind you fades.

As you walk along, he talks. He points out the skeletal remains of machinery, rusted carts, and tools that have sat untouched for decades. The damp air thickens with the smell of soil and rust. You reach a junction where two tunnels branch off from a central chamber, a lift cage sitting in the middle, waiting.

John points to it, voice bouncing off the walls as he explains how it worked, how the whole system of pulleys and tracks kept the mine running. About the hoist operators, and how they were 'jokingly' referred to as Saint Peter. 

It's leagues more than Dusty ever shared, more than you ever overheard at the company picnics where he kept you in the dark as his smiling but simple wife. The irony isn't lost on you—standing here now, in the dark, learning more about your husband's trade from another man than you had in years.

"How do you know so much?"

John shrugs, his proud smile cast in shadow. "Talking to old-timers at The Fox Hole. They've got stories for days, especially after a few pints." His hand worries the cable like he's feeling for a pulse. "Nikolai's worse than me. The know-it-all." Then, he steps closer, his hand finding the small of your back, pulling you to him. He presses a brief kiss to your forehead.

"Hate to be crass, but I've got to take a leak. Got your phone?"

You fumble it out of your pocket, holding it up. The model is too old for a flashlight, but you turn the brightness up as far as it'll go and point it at the ground.

"Good," He sounds far too at home as if you're not both standing in the belly of a dead mine. "Stay put. I'll be right back."

He glances between the tunnels, making his choice, before he starts down the left passage.

You watch the dark swallow him whole.

"Don't go too far."

There's an answer, but it's more sound than speech and further away than it should be. 

And then his footsteps recede.

The glow of your phone barely lights your shoes. You shift your weight, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the low simmer of unease in your stomach from boiling over into something embarrassing. The flesh clenched between your teeth heats anyway.

John isn't far. He's just around the corner. If you walk down that tunnel, you'll see.

Your feet move, body ahead of your brain, the hair on the back of your neck standing straight up.

Then you catch it—nostrils flaring. Wet dog, mixed with straw. Brimstone and iron. Your shoulders tighten, a shiver running down your arms, goosebumps raising. Folding them across your chest, phone pointed out, you continue, taking tiny half-steps. Shuffling.

The tunnel warms as you go. The walls sweat. Silver flecks reflect the dim light like the creature's eyes you saw out your window.

"John?" You mean to call out, though it shakes out in a whisper. It's like trying to scream in a nightmare, stuck under the thick ice of sleep. You try again. "John?" No better.

Behind you, a metallic creak cuts through the silence. You freeze. Then your feet find full strides, the shuffle turning into a hurried walk. Pebbles slide underfoot, and you glance down, stopping short when you see it—a sandy tuft of hair, coarse and matted, lying just beside your foot.

The phone light trembles as you crouch, about to pluck the tuft from the ground.

And then another noise.

A low, guttural rumble rolls through the tunnel. You snap upright, spinning toward the direction you came from, holding your phone out as if it's an actual torch. The light catches nothing, and the growl comes again. Deeper. Closer.

You run.

The light swings wildly as you stumble forward, colliding hard with a set of support beams. They groan and slightly give at the impact, a thick cloud of dust erupting straight into your face. You cough and spin, lunging down the left passage when the tunnel splits again, painfully aware of how hopelessly lost you're becoming.

Something brushes your elbow, and every nerve in your body sounds the alarm. You jerk forward instinctively, your feet sliding on loose gravel. The ground shifts, and suddenly, you're falling, the cold floor of the mine rushing up to meet you in a bone-rattling thud.

~~

You wake to a hand stroking your head. Your cheek rests on denim, rough but warm beneath you, and the rumble of an engine. You realize you're horizontal, stretched across the front seat of John's truck, your head resting on his thigh. The road bumps and jars you as the truck barrels forward.

"John?" Your voice cracks on his name.

The hand on your head pauses, then resumes, gentler. You tilt your head, blinking spots from your vision, and catch his worried glances. His face is tight, his jaw set. "You're alright. Took a spill, I think. Found you halfway down a tunnel in a heap."

You push upright despite his protests, wincing at the pull in your muscles. Your hand drifts to your forehead, where it throbs, and you flinch at a smear of sticky, drying blood. "What…?"

"Just a scrape. I checked it. Must've clocked yourself on the way down."

The truck jolts over a bump, and you steady against the door, staring at the trees blurring past. The sun is dipping low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and violet as John speeds down the logging road. How long were you out?

"Thought I told you to stay put," John chides softly, a nervous smile twitching his lip. "What were you doing?"

The memory floods back. The growl. The chase. Something touched you.

You stare straight ahead, fingers feeling nothing when you check your elbow.

Sometimes our minds play tricks.

"I…I don't know." You force a shrug, licking your lips. "I don't know."

~~ 

John sees to your forehead. He dabs at the wound with a damp cloth, then spreads a layer of antibiotic over it with the tip of his finger. Twice, he asks if you're up to date on your tetanus shot, and twice, you confirm you are. 

When he smooths the bandage on, his thumbs press it into place. He gently kisses it, then tilts your chin and kisses your lips the same way.

"Skittish thing," he teases, though his eyes carry a tinge of regret. "Shouldn't have left you alone."

Before you can respond, he's kissing you again, deeper, his hands sliding down to steady you atop his kitchen table like you might slip away.

You don't slip at all. You end up underneath him.

~~~~

While his girl sleeps off the consequences of her walk, his lesson leaking out of her, John summons his Watcher.

Kate is a good woman. Useful. Steady under pressure, keen as her old man, maybe more. She shoulders the responsibility and knows better than to complain. Her father wore his duty like a crown and bore it as a source of pride. Kate treats it as a job. One she always gets done.

But she pushes it.

"Why the fed, John?" she flicks ash from her cigarette. "He was bound to give up and leave."

John picks his teeth. "Didn't like the way he looked at her."

Kate narrows her eyes, dragging smoke into her lungs. "Looking at a pretty woman isn't a crime. There'd be plenty more carcasses if it was." She exhales sharply. "You broke the conditions of the pact."

"The conditions," he sneers, "state I can harvest the unfortunates and ne'er-do-wells. Vagrants. Show me an agent of the state with clean hands, and I'll cough Mr. Graves up right now."

Her lip curls at that, distaste evident. "A technicality, then. Still don't like it. All it got you was one meal, and it invited attention."

He ignores her insubordination. "You got information on the second course?"

"Kyle Garrick. Sent to investigate Graves's disappearance…" Kate reads, stubbing her cigarette on the edge of the counter. "And to look into other disappearances in the area." 

John takes the picture Kate offers and stares at the younger man, oblivious to his new headshot. "He's looking for me, I presume?"

"Naturally, but…"

"But what?"

"He's looking for her, too."

Smoke curls between them. This fed business—it's irritating, inevitable. They've done this song and dance before. No matter the reason, the thought of some young buck sniffing around his doe sets his teeth on edge.

"Let's orchestrate a meeting then," John finally says, peeling the loose strip of laminate off in one smooth go. "Use this curious streak of hers to our advantage."

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Because It's You

Aaron Hotchner x plus-size!reader|6.8k words

NSFW minors dni please

Warning(s): deep bodily insecurities, angst but with comfort, tiny argument, sex, mirror sex, body worship, daddy kink, Aaron is a very hands-on kinda guy, fem!reader, naked female/clothed male (for some of it)

Requested by anon:

if you’re feeling up to it, would you consider writing something about plus-size!reader with a b-belly and being totally insecure about aaron seeing her naked (or close to naked)? (You can read the rest of the prompt here!)

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Dating Aaron had been so, so dreamy. He was dreamy. You questioned how you managed to garner his attention, but he would just smile and cup your rounded cheeks to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He just knew you were the one the moment he set eyes on you. And so you'd accepted his answer, although you didn't quite understand still. His kisses, his touches, his caring nature took your breath away. Whenever he would return from his job to you you'd feel floaty, ready to rush into his arms.

Sometimes, he would stay at your place or you would stay at his, depending on your schedules and if his son was staying with his aunt or not. It was nice, imagining what it would be like to live with him, cuddling up on the couch, dining together, sleeping in yours or his bed. You'd even given one another a spare key to your homes and had some toiletries set out for each other. Even despite all that... you were holding back.

Aaron was ever the patient and kind man, never pushing you into anything you weren't ready for, which inevitably meant you'd never gone further than, well, making out. Mortifyingly, you'd freeze up if his hands began to wander, straying from holding you close to him to gliding around the front of your torso. He would stop then, and you would end up snuggling and talking instead. A part of you was frustrated with yourself for it.

Of course you wanted to go further with him. You needed him, burned for him. The many times you'd lay in bed alone whilst he was away with work just writhing in the sheets, his name a shivering breath past your lips. It was becoming harder, and harder to resist him. But you just...couldn't. You were scared of him seeing you. Not once had you ever been naked where he could see, not even partially nude. You didn't want him to see you, not wanting the beautiful bubble of your lives entwining to burst when he set his eyes on your bare body.

There was no other way of saying it; you loathed the shape of your stomach. You already struggled enough with the fact that you had a larger body than Aaron. Where a flatter stomach and a more toned structure was on him, a protruding, soft stomach and a overall rounded structure resided on you. But that wasn't the main thing that made you hide from him. An indented band stretching across your stomach in line with your belly button taunted you whenever you caught a glimpse in the mirror, or wore anything more form-fitting. You hated it. Hated sitting down and seeing it more pronounced, opting to conceal it by trying to make your clothing more baggy in that area. You never let Aaron touch your stomach, you didn't want him to feel it, to feel the squishiness of your stomach.

And that's how you found yourself standing in front of your full length mirror that stood next to your bed, still dripping water from a shower, with your towel hanging loosely around your arms after you'd pulled it from being wrapped around your body. You stared at your reflection, grimacing at the image that faced you. It made your lower lip wobble as your eyes drifted down to your stomach where the dip of your belly button was. How...how would you ever let him see? You couldn't. He would hate it, feel repulsed at the sight. Maybe he would have second thoughts about this relationship and break up with you because he wasn't attracted to you anymore. Before you knew it, your reflection blurred into an indecipherable mess and quietly, you began to cry.

"Sweetheart?" You heard from behind you, startling you with a sharp gasp and as you blinked to clear your vision you spotted him in the corner of the reflection. You spun, tugging the towel around you tightly as you sniffled.

"Aaron! You scared me!" You squeaked as you rubbed your hands over your face to try clearing the tear tracks from your cheeks. "I didn't hear you coming in!"

Aaron strode towards you and his hands came to rest on your upper arms, you flinched as you stared at those deep brown eyes.

"I wanted to surprise you, but then as I approached your room I could hear you crying." He explained softly, thumbs stroking your damp skin. "What's wrong, honey?"

Your lower lip wobbled again and you shook your head.

"It's nothing important. I'll be alright in a moment."

"It's not 'nothing' to me."

Your eyes widened a little at his statement, his gaze didn't waver though. With a sigh, you dipped your head and sniffled again.

"I... Can I get changed first? I don't wanna, y'know..."

Aaron's brow creased.

"Feel stuffy in a towel if you have it on for too long?"

"Uh, no..." You trailed off, resisting having to say it. "Don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? You don't make me uncomfortable." He disagreed, hands moving to cup your cheeks gently. You bit your lip in an attempt to stop it from trembling once more. "Look at me."

Oh, he was so, so gentle. You dared glance at his face again and the urge to cry only hurt more. He sighed gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Sweetheart, I know you've been worried about what I think of your looks. And I know what transpired just now." He said. You tensed, jaw clenching under his hands.

"Aaron..." You wanted to pull away, to disappear from sight. But he held you so tenderly, so full of adoration.

"I know you're afraid of what I'd think of your body."

It was finally out there. Your fear, the dread of him ever being aware of it. You couldn't even look at him, pulling from his grasp and letting out a sob.

"Damnit, Aaron! Why?!" You turned from him and retreated further into your room, tears beginning to stream down your face. "Why did you have to say that?! Why couldn't you leave it alone?!" You cried as you tugged the towel tighter around you.

"(Y/n), I wanted to have a talk with you about it for a while. But finding you crying like this, we need to settle this now." Aaron said gently, not a hint of anger present in his voice. You stared across the room at him, throat feeling tight and sore as another sob bubbled out.

"Oh well, of course you've noticed! I should have been more realistic with myself about that given your career literally calls for that!" It hurt. But deep down you always feared he would have noticed the way you hid from him anyway. Aaron splayed out his hands at you defensively as he took a small step towards you.

"Sweetheart, please come back here." He said, softness oozing from the words. You scrunched your eyes shut but didn't move, your whole body was shaking now.

"You weren't supposed to know, weren't supposed to see."

"It's going to be okay. Just a step, I'll meet you in the middle, alright?"

You whimpered but slowly nodded, allowing your legs to move towards the centre of the room blindly. And then his arms were embracing you, his warmth surrounding you and soothing you.

"There you are, good girl. You're okay." He whispered to you as he stroked your back. You gripped onto him tightly as your tears began to seep into his shirt.

"I'm sorry." You sobbed.

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

He pulled away to take hold of your hand and led you to sit beside him on the edge of your bed. Instantly, you shifted the towel to drape looser around your stomach, cheeks burning with shame when you heard him exhale. You breathed in deeply, nose twitching.

"I... You're right. I am scared. I don't want you to see what I look like." You mumbled, messing with the fabric of the towel. Aaron watched you carefully.

"Why is that?"

You scoffed.

"Because when you do you-you won't want me anymore."

Aaron's thumb brushed the fresh tears away as he shook his head.

"You don't know that. Why would I not want you anymore?" He prompted you. You gritted your teeth as you tried to stay calm.

"M-my body... It's not-you won't find it attractive."

"I disagree."

Your eyes met his, startled again as he observed you intensely.

"You don't even know what I look like unclothed."

A faint hint of a smile graced his face as he glanced at your hands.

"Not fully, no."

What? You frowned.

"What do you mean?" You asked him with uncertainty.

"Sometimes, when we sleep together," he began, taking hold of your hands and cradling them. "I would wake up before you, as you know, and I'd notice your shirt had scrunched up during the night."

You froze.

"Y-you saw..."

"Your stomach, yes. It's...just nice seeing you as yourself, sleeping peacefully without a care or worry in the world. But I...picked up on the insecurity quite early on, sweetheart, so I would pull your shirt back down for you so you didn't wake up in a panic." He admitted softly.

You stared at him, mouth falling open slightly at the confession.

"Y-you still want me as well?"

Hurt flashed in his eyes and he pulled you towards him, embracing you tightly.

"Oh sweetheart, I need you in my life. I love what we have together, you make me feel like everything is going to be okay." He kissed the top of your head and before you could protest he pulled you again, helping you to sit on his lap facing him. You flushed, squeaking in surprise and embarrassment.

"A-Aaron!"

The man hummed quietly, holding you close to him as he pressed kiss after kiss to your face.

"I never want you to doubt how I feel again, sweet girl. It's my fault I never brought this to you sooner."

You trembled in his arms, overwhelmed with an array of emotions that clashed with one another. His words were so heartfelt, so sincere, that they challenged your own thoughts of yourself. You pulled back slightly, keeping your torso away from touching his as best you could. He watched you carefully with those gorgeous, dark eyes.

"I-I... I'm still scared of what you'd think if we ever got, uhm...intimate." You ducked your head again, missing the widened eyes and the bob of the adam's apple in Aaron's throat. His hands gripped you suddenly, making you jump.

"Sweetheart, if only you knew how much I've thought about making love to you." He said in a rumbling tone, one that you'd never heard him talk to you in before and it made you shiver. He tilted your head up to look at him with one of his hands, whilst the other spread across the expanse of your back and pushed you closer to him. You were keenly aware of how nude you were beneath your towel now, your bare slit rubbing against the neat fabric of his slacks. You whimpered.

"You have?"

He kissed the corner of your mouth sweetly, but didn't pull away when he spoke again.

"All the time, sweet girl. But I'll wait for as long as you need me to." He smiled against your lips and you shuddered.

"I...I've been thinking about it too..." You mumbled shyly. He hummed, the sound reverberating through him.

"Oh? Sweetheart, you know you do all sorts of things to me. Please, allow me to show you what you do to me. I want you to know how much I need you," he gripped onto the back of your thighs, dangerously close to your ass and the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You gasped out as he smirked against your lips. "Even if it means I have to fuck it into you until you understand."

Against your will, your hips stuttered forward, grinding your bare pussy across his now noticeably taut slacks as a little whine escaped the back of your throat. Aaron chuckled, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Will you let me show you what you mean to me?"

You tightened your thighs around his and gripped onto his shirt tightly.

"I-I- please... Need you, Aaron.."

His lips were on yours in an instant, kissing you in the way that made your brain feel mushy and your abdomen to fill with a passionate burn. He encouraged you to roll your hips into him, feeling his taut slacks only harden further the more you moved. Then the towel slipped, falling to rest around your hips and lap and you gasped, pressing yourself flushed chest-to-chest with Aaron. He pulled from the kiss to enquire the sudden movement, only to acutely notice your towel was all but pointless at this point. With his gentle hands, he cupped your cheeks as your eyes met his.

"(Y/n). Are you okay with leaning back? Are you okay showing me your body?" He asked you oh so sweetly, a slight crease in his brow. You shuddered out a breath, wanting nothing more than to turn invisible right now. You closed your eyes for a moment as you tried to calm your racing heart.

"I-I am. Gonna lean back now." You managed to mumble out and Aaron kissed you so sweetly then pressed his forehead to yours.

"Good girl."

You whimpered.

"Hold my hands, please."

You felt his hands leave your face and carefully wrap around your scrunched up hands, holding them securely. You exhaled, then slowly pulled back, eyes still shut tight as you felt the cooler air of the room touch the bare skin of your body. You were in full view now, you knew it. You bit your lip and felt your heart racing under the burning gaze of those beautiful, brown eyes.

"Sweetheart, please open your eyes." Aaron squeezed your hands in encouragement. You drew in a deep breath, then let your eyes flutter open. The look in his eyes... Oh how loving it was. When you locked eyes a gentle smile formed on his face. "There you are. (Y/n), you're beautiful."

It took every ounce of strength not to look down at yourself and grimace, instead focusing on the man before you.

"A-Aaron... You really don't feel, y'know, grossed out by my body?" You asked meekly, earning a squeeze of your hands.

"Not in the slightest. I... I am in awe of you." He murmured as he leaned closely to press kisses to your cheek, slowly moving down to your jaw. "Your stomach is beautiful. I adore it because it's a part of you, and I completely adore you."

You whimpered as his lips trailed along your skin, dancing down your neck now as his hands began to wander to your plush hips, fingers digging into you.

"Y-you adore..."

"Yes."

Before you could say anything more, he was suddenly gripping onto you harder as he shifted you both further towards the centre of the bed and he carefully maneuvered you to lay on your back. Your eyes blew wide in surprise, a little squeak passing your slightly agape mouth as he now pinned you beneath him. The towel had slipped off completely during the move, now discarded and long forgotten elsewhere in the room.

"Aaron!" You yelped, earning yourself a rosy red mark on the skin of your neck your skin from his talented mouth. You felt him smiling against you as his thumbs stroked your plump hips.

"Mhm?"

You attempted to move your arms down to cover yourself but Aaron was faster, gripping your wrists and pinning them to your sides with a slight glare.

"No. I need to see you, sweetheart."

Your cheeks felt flushed as you trembled in his grasp, unable to look away from those beautiful brown eyes, near black with arousal, as they travelled across your bare skin hungrily. You could feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against your trembling, thick thigh as he let his hands slip from around your wrists to the expensive tie around his neck. Smoothly, he pulled it off and tossed it aside, making quick work of the buttons of his shirt now. Your eyes followed his hands, only to become distracted by the skin of his body being bared to you inch by inch.

"F-fuck Aaron- you're so fucking-" you began to sputter, only to be silenced by his lips on yours for a brief moment. He pulled away as he finished undoing the buttons and shrugged out of the shirt with a smug grin.

"Oh no, sweetheart. Tonight is about you."

He kissed you again, letting his hands wander to your shoulders and smoothing over them sensually. You whined when his clothed crotch pressed into your naked slit, feeling his thick bulge throbbing against you. This....this was because of you? You'd riled him up this much? The thought made you squeeze your thighs around him, earning a groan from Aaron. As he pulled his mouth away from yours you gripped onto his strong forearms, fingers brushing through the substantial hair.

"I-I-...." You trailed off and Aaron stroked the soft skin of your shoulders soothingly. His brow creased in concern, eyes flicking across your face as he analysed your body language.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? I hope I wasn't too...pushy. I understand if you want to stop now or-"

"-no!" Your cheeks felt flushed as you glanced away, embarrassed that you'd shouted. He didn't say anything, allowing you time to recollect your thoughts to speak. You drew in a shaky breath. "I... I'm just nervous, that's all... But I, um, didn't expect you to be so..."

Aaron raised a brow.

"So...?"

You scrunched your eyes shut and puffed your cheeks.

"You know what I mean! You're all- I mean I can feel you!" You finally blurted out, surprising him. A little grin broke across his face as he rolled his hips into you.

"Oh? You can feel how much you affect me, hm? You've caused this for a long time, (y/n)." His lips trailed along your jaw and down your neck, slowly making it towards your chest. Your breath hitched as he sucked the skin above your right breast until another rosy red mark joined the others littering your skin. "I couldn't even begin to recount the amount of times I would be away with work, or at home without you needing to fuck my fist wishing it was your pretty little pussy I was fucking instead."

Your eyes widened as his hands moved to grasp your breasts, the pad of his thumbs brushing over your erect nipples and causing you to whimper. Your slit was slowly dripping down to your ass and no doubt forming a wet patch on Aaron's trousers, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

Aaron trailed his nose over your breasts, dipping into the valley between them and humming after every breath.

"Mmm... So fucking good. Will you let me kiss your stomach, sweetheart? Please let me kiss you." He glanced up at you as his nose pressed into the centre of your chest and you swallowed thickly, urging yourself not to cower away. Kiss your stomach? He wanted to kiss it?! Your eyes stung a little. But you finally nodded your head as you gazed into his eyes.

"O-okay..."

He lifted his head just enough to smile at you, then he shuffled downwards slowly, pressing gentle kisses all over your body. You trembled, tears threatening to spill when he focused the kisses around the dip of your stomach, nuzzling against your soft body.

"So beautiful, so heavenly and divine..." Aaron murmured, his hands still making work of stimulating your nipples and causing the muscles in his back to flex with every movement. Your hands came to grab his hair, messing it up as you let out a quiet sob. Never, never had you felt so adored and loved as you did right now. He was showering your stomach with so much attention, unfazed or hesitant about touching it. No one had ever done this before, nor would you trust anyone else to. But Aaron....

The kisses paused, followed by Aaron's hands sliding down to your hips gently.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" He asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts. As tears rolled down the sides of your temple you smiled.

"I'm just so... No one's ever been so caring like this." You mumbled. Aaron kissed the area above your belly button.

"You deserve to feel cared for, because I care very much for you." You felt the ache of another lovebite at the cusp of your belly button, then another below it. His mouth moved around the circumference of the skin until a pretty ring of reddish pink surrounded your belly button. Your chest heaved, overwhelmed by his touch and tender kisses, resulting in your thighs trembling.

Aaron's hands smoothed down your body, carefully sliding down your stomach after you nodded at his questioning gaze, travelling down to your large thighs where he gripped onto them firmly, his fingers digging into the plush flesh. Your eyes met his, he paused. His lips were plump, slightly parted.

"Will you let me see your pretty little pussy, sweet girl?" He asked with a gentle smile. You felt yourself clenching, momentarily covering your face as a nervous giggle bubbled through you.

"Y-yes."

"You're cute."

Aaron hummed, then carefully spread your thighs for him further than they already were, until your knees were near pressed against the mattress. His eyes zeroed in on your dewy folds and the clenching of your hole.

"Oh, sweetheart. You poor thing, all neglected down here. You're soaked." He cooed softly as his hands crept close enough for his thumbs to part your folds more, revealing your twitching clit to him. You whined, hips rising from the bed until his forearms pushed them back down gently with a tut. "Now, now. Be a good girl and lay still for me."

Your hands grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets tightly as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth.

"Nngh, please!" You cried out. The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched.

"Please, what? What do you need, sweetheart?"

You pouted at him, eyes wet still and you rolled your hips.

"Please, please touch me! Want to feel you m-make me cum."

The man before you stared wide-eyed at your plea, then his gaze darkened with desire and his hands left your skin. But as your mouth opened to protest his left hand swiped from your entrance to your clit, his middle finger dragging over the sensitive bud and making you gasp out.

"Let me eat you out, pretty girl." He murmured as he shifted to lay down with his face hovering close to your slick. You shivered, never having had anyone want to eat you out before. You managed to nod, head falling back against the bed when his arms wrapped around your thighs and he dragged you to his mouth.

You cried out as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking it softly with a hum, then dragging his tongue across your hole to circle it. You could feel how wet his lower face was as his mushed into your plush mound, whimpering and writhing as his skilled mouth continued. And then he moaned around your clit as he sucked it back into his mouth, tongue flicking it back and forth.

"A-Aaron! Fuck!"

Your hands moved to grip his hair, guiding him as he let go of one of your thighs, only to startle you when you felt a finger slip inside you. You wailed as he curled it upwards, searching and searching. God, his fingers were fucking thick and long, able to reach much more deeper than you ever could.

Then you felt it, an indescribable sensation when his finger crooked into a particular area on the upper wall of your pussy. Your hips spasmed up into his touch and you moaned; fuck, he certainly knew what he was doing. Encouraged by your reaction, Aaron thrust his finger up into that spot repeatedly, sucking your clit harder and swirling his tongue around the poor little bud. The rushing burn within your lower abdomen grew stronger, your body moving in time with his finger and tongue until it overwhelmed you, crying his name as you felt slick gush out and your nerves become haywire. Aaron continued until you were keening, wailing for him to let you catch your breath.

With a wet smack of his lips, Aaron pulled his mouth off from around your now swollen clit but his finger remained inside. Your eyes widened at the wet state of his face, his lips more plump as he grinned cheekily at you.

"Good girl, you did so well for me." He kissed your shaking thigh and you let out a trembling breath.

"I-I-... Never cummed like that before." You admitted shyly, causing Aaron to hum softly and slowly slide his finger out of your twitching hole. You whimpered when slick leaked out.

"Pretty girl, you deserve to cum in any way you want."

Before you could respond, your hole was stretched around two of his long, thick fingers and you wailed out his name, still sensitive and throbbing. He cooed, pressing his lips to your stomach and gripping onto the soft, plump flesh in his large grip. He used the grip to leverage the thrusts of his fingers, foreshadowing the rest of your night. He smiled against your squishy stomach.

"Gotta stretch you out, pretty thing. Daddy doesn't wanna hurt you." He murmured and your body lurched, eyes widening as you clenched around his fingers. Aaron froze, clearly surprised the words slipped from his mouth. "(Y/n) I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. I hope I didn't-"

"T-that was-" you blushed and bit your lip again, another shy giggle bubbling out of you as you spread your legs wider. "It was rly hot. I...wouldn't mind calling you that too." You trailed off with a nervous smile. Something switched within Aaron, his eyes narrowing slightly and darkening into pools of near obsidian, and those two fingers inside you parted, stretching you a little more and making you whine.

"Little girl, you're playing a dangerous game there." He growled, shifting to press his mouth to your neck roughly, biting and sucking the sensitive area below your right ear. You cried out, rolling your hips into the thrusts of his fingers and your hands pulled at the sheets into tight handfuls.

"D-daddy I- fuck!"

His fingers rapidly fucked into you, a wet gushing sound causing heat to spread across your chest but the sounds only urged Aaron on.

"You hear how wet you are for daddy, huh? Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

Eyes rolling back, you sobbed as you felt the burn of another orgasm approach again.

"N-need daddy to fuck me! Please! Please fuck me with your cock!" You begged over and over, barely aware of a third finger slipping inside you amidst the thrusts. You heard Aaron groan, kissing down your neck and enveloping one of your nipples between his lips, rolling it between his teeth. In an instant, you tensed up and cried as your second orgasm of the night crashed through your depths and left you boneless, hips spasming with aftershocks. Carefully, Aaron pulled his fingers from your clenching hole and, while not breaking eye contact, he sucked each finger one after the other and hummed in satisfaction.

"Sweetheart, you're so beautiful. Love the way your body moves when you're writhing with pleasure." He praised softly, hands leaving you to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his slacks, of which were stained with your juices and likely his own precum. Your chest heaved with every breath, slowly calming down now and feeling shy again.

"Y-you do?"

The belt discarded elsewhere, Aaron began to pull the black fabric down, revealing the delicious 'v' line of his hips and the coarse, dark hair of his happy trail. He hissed a little when his boxers were pulled down low enough for his straining, thick cock to spring from their confines. You gulped, eyeing the substantial length and girth and the flushed red tip that glistened slightly.

"I think this may be a bit of an indication of how much I enjoy seeing you cum, is it not?" Aaron's strained voice snapped you out of your stare and you squeaked, covering your face with your hands and crossing your legs in the air. He tutted, grabbing your ankles and parting your legs and pulling you towards him until you felt his length against your slit and his balls against the base of your ass cheeks. "Don't you dare hide from daddy, little girl."

Reluctantly, you dropped your hands from your face and instead grasped hold of your breasts, squishing them together with a little pout.

"S-sorry. Just embarrassed."

He cupped your cheek with his right hand, pressing a kiss to your forehead tenderly as your eyes fluttered shut.

"You shouldn't be. I think you're fucking stunning, sweetheart." He smiled and you whimpered.

"I-I can feel you twitching against me."

Aaron raised a brow as he rolled his hips against you.

"Feels different now that it's skin-to-skin, doesn't it?"

"Yeah... I like it, daddy.."

You heard him swear under his breath, hips stuttering slightly at the title.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you, sweet girl. You ready for daddy's cock?" He murmured, kissing your head again. You wiggled your hips, spreading your legs further in eagerness.

"Please! Wanna feel you inside me!" You were so desperate, so ready to feel him inside your aching pussy. Your hips jolted when he rubbed the tip up and down your slick folds, swirling around your throbbing little clit before gathering some of your sticky juices onto his fingers to lubricate his big cock. With a few pumps of his hand he lined the tip up with your entrance, gazing down at you lovingly.

"Ready?"

Your eyes pleaded up at him.

"Uhuh, yeah."

His hand left your cheek and instead curled over your left hand, guiding it to squeeze your nipple as his cock slowly pushed inside you. Oh fuck. Your eyes widened as you stretched around him, gasping out as inch by inch he filled you up.

"O-oh god-" you managed to choke out, Aaron grunted deeply.

"Jesus- sweetheart, you're so fucking hot and wet- so fucking tight around me-"

At only halfway, he paused and let you adjust to his size, watching as you whined and moved your hand to press against your lower abdomen, already feeling stuffed with his cock.

"Aaron- s'good." You slurred, tentatively rolling your hips into him when you felt a little more comfortable. A rumbling sound vibrated through Aaron's chest and he pushed forward, filling you the rest of the way until the both of you felt the skin of his hips and your ass meet. His hands jolted to hold himself up either side of your head, a string of curses tumbling out of his parted lips at the sensation of your tight walls.

"Fucking- god, (Y/n) you're taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl." He gritted, trying desperately to hold back so you could adjust to the full length, despite his instincts urging him to claim you fully until your pussy was melded to his cock alone. Stray tears escaped your eyes at the discomfort as you fought to focus on the pleasure of being so full of him. Finally, your daydreams were no fantasy anymore.

Experimentally, you rolled your hips, biting your lip as you felt the throbbing vein which curled over the topside of Aaron's shaft brush up against the sensitive spot of your hole. Fuck, your eyes met his and he kissed you sweetly, in consequent he grinded his hips into you. You moaned against his mouth, the sensations within not unwelcome this time and you grabbed hold of his shoulders.

"P-please, daddy. You can move now." You whined, fingers digging into the strong muscles. Aaron hummed, sucking on your lip, then retreating, the warmth of his body leaving you and causing you to shiver. His hands gripped onto your plump love handles and pulled out until only the tip remained. A hint of a smile ghosted on his face.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, daddy will take care of you."

As he held on firmly, he pulled you towards him sharply in time with his hips thrusting, bottoming out whilst you let out a cry. Then he thrust again. And again. Each time increasing the pace as your breasts bounced and your soft stomach jiggled. God, he was going to ruin you in the best way, grunting roughly as he pounded into you over and over, eyes fixated on your pretty body. Your hands had fallen to the bed again, fisting the sheets into a white knuckle grip whilst a slurry of noises were forced from you. You felt hot, tingly, so fucking full. The events leading to this moment a distant memory for your mind solely fixated on Aaron. The feeling of his skin on yours, his beautiful cock inside you, the heat of his body, his noises, his scent, the manhandling grip on your body...

"You hear how wet your little pussy is? You're making a fucking mess, sweetheart. Daddy's proud of you." Aaron hissed, accompanied by the wet slaps of his thrusts into you. As embarrassed as you were of just how much your body was affected right now you couldn't deny you loved it. It was no short on erotic, sexy. You hadn't felt so desired as right now. Your eyes struggled to remain open, gazing up at the man you least expected to ever be in this position with. And yet, he was a man oozing raw need and desperation, desperation for you. The thought had your mouth gaping as cute little moans passed through them with every thrust.

"Mmmf~ feel so full, daddy-" you whimpered. Aaron leaned down, his cock deeply thrusting into you now as he pressed his lips to yours again in a sloppy kiss.

"God, you don't know how much seeing your pretty body like this makes me wanna-" he groaned, holding back from finishing his sentence. Instead, pounding quicker into you as slick stuck to him from your oozing pussy. You pouted.

"Wanna what, daddy?"

"Fuck-" Aaron stared into your pleading eyes, a slight pang of guilt coursing through his chest. "Sweetheart, don't wanna make you uncomfortable- oh god!"

You clenched around him in retaliation, watching his head throw back in pleasure as your pussy squeezed his thick cock.

"Please daddy, wanna know what you were gonna say!" You goaded playfully, only for Aaron to move one of his hands to swipe the pad of his thumb over your poor clit. He smirked when you arched into his touch, a high pitched moan echoing through the room.

"Don't be bratty, little girl. You really wanna know? Fine." Lowering his mouth to your ear he hummed. "Looking at your body makes me wanna fucking full you up with my cum, breed you and make you mine."

Your eyes rolled back, back arching and pressing your torso to his. Holy shit. You missed the way his eyes widened slightly as you moved your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Daddy- oh fuck- daddy please! Need it!" You wailed. Aaron chuckled in disbelief.

"Sweet girl, you're more naughty than I realised. You like the idea of daddy filling you up with his cum over and over, do you?" He barked out a laugh as you babbled and nodded your head clumsily, only for his gaze to drift and fixate elsewhere in the room. You tilted your head slightly, brows pulling together.

"What is it?"

Aaron groaned quietly and returned his gaze to you.

"Looking at us in the mirror, sweetheart. You look fucking gorgeous, taking my cock so well." He praised, his eyes hooded. You breathed shakily.

"O-oh..."

He cupped your cheeks.

"You should see yourself, sweetheart. Fucking beautiful, so fucking sexy."

You swallowed thickly.

"Really?" Aaron stroked your cheek as he smiled, stilling his thrusts again.

"Come, sit on daddy's lap. Gonna show you how pretty you are riding my cock." He said. Before you could speak he maneuvered you in his strong arms to pull you upright, his cock still inside you. You held onto him tightly, his cock pressing into you at a new angle which felt oh so good. You shivered.

"Nervous..." you mumbled. Aaron kissed your forehead.

"It's okay, sweetheart. If you don't wanna look you don't have to."

"No, I.... I'm curious."

With a half smile, Aaron helped you pull upwards off his twitchy, glistening girth and you closed your eyes, facing away from him and feeling his hands guide you back down on his shaft. But as his arms hooked under your knees and pulled your thighs upwards and apart, you squealed and your eyes flew open.

Then, your eyes settled on the two figures reflected in front of you.

Sprawled out on muscular thighs, messy pussy flushed red as it was speared repeatedly, you stared at your reflection. For a moment you tensed up, hands blindly gripping Aaron's hips as your eyes trailed over your appearance. Gone was the forlorn, shameful version of yourself from earlier that night. In her place was you in the now; face flushed, hair wild and messy, body littered in pretty little lovebites. Your eyes settled on the rosy ring around your belly button, feeling butterflies flutter within you. You gasped out.

"Oh fuck."

Aaron responded with a thrust, you watched as your body reacted to the sensation. Your head fell back against his chest, releasing a long drawn-out moan as he began to pound into you again. You watched your belly jiggle, your thighs wobble and breasts bounce. God, maybe you could understand why he was so enamored. Grunting and moaning roughly into your ear, Aaron bounced you up and down on his big cock.

"See? You see why daddy wants to breed his pretty girl?" He growled, eyes following your hand as it met your clit to rapidly rub it.

"Ye-ah- yeah-"

"I want to hear you say it, sweetheart."

Your eyes rolled back, flicking your poor clit as the pleasure within began to build, closer and closer.

"F-fuck! I-I see it, daddy! See why daddy wants to-to breed me!" You sobbed as you met each thrust. He rumbled deeply, his balls slapping your fingers and clit, slightly stuttering as he neared his peak.

"Fucking beautiful, say you're fucking beautiful, (Y/n)!"

You wailed, body tensing as you felt pleasure brink on washing over you.

"I'm beautiful! Aaron, please! I'm beautiful!"

His grip tightened around your legs, holding you down on his cock and with a guttural moan in your ear you felt his cock throb and twitch, only to be drowned out by your own orgasm. You were barely aware of your pussy gushing, attempting to pull your hand away from your clit, only for Aaron to let go of one of your legs and cover your messy hand with his, forcing you to continue to stimulate your poor, sensitive bud. Only when you both felt completely spent did he let you go, carefully helping you to lay on your side and spooning you. He remained within your tightened walls, twitching every so often after the last drop of his hot, thick cum spilled out inside you. He wrapped his arm over you, his hand resting on the dip of your belly gently. Slowly, you felt your heart rate level out again, just as Aaron's did, and a content smile graced your tired face. In the mirror, you gazed at your sideways reflection, Aaron propped up on his arm so he could smile at you in the glass.

"Was that.... I hope that was okay, sweetheart." He said softly, thumb rubbing a gentle circle around your belly button. You giggled sleepily.

"Aaron, you literally made me cum three times in one session. No one's ever made me cum even once, let alone three times."

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly before pressing a kiss to your head.

"I'll happily do it again, and again."

You squeaked, feeling him twitch inside you when you wiggled in his grasp and you giggled again.

"Shush! You're cheesy!"

"Only because it's you."

When the both of you were eventually cleaned up, the sheets changed and the two of you curled up together again, you pressed a light kiss to his lips.

"Thank you." You mumbled sleepily.

"Mhm? What for?"

Aaron watched you snuggle closer into his chest with a shy smile.

"You made me feel beautiful."

Returning a gentle kiss, Aaron pulled you to lay on top of him.

"Because you are beautiful, (Y/n). And I'll make sure you remember it and believe it."

And that suited you just fine.

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I did it!! I finally finished it! I really hope you all enjoyed and I thank you all for reading!! Special shoutout to my beloved @criminalskies for cheering me on and reading some of this for me 🥰💖🥨

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Anonymous asked:

Can you do a little something about Bad omens, they are playing truth or dare and maybe Noah has to take a body shot off reader that leads to more? If you feel comfortable writing about it ofc! 🤍

So, stupid tumblr app decided to be dumb again and posted this story before it was finished, so I had to pull it and redo it. Also, it strayed from the original concept and plot, because this is what came to mind when I started writing. I'm sorry!!!!! Hope yall like the fixed version. It's a lot better and a little dirty. Sorry... my mind went too far with Noah body shots 🤯

Truth or Dare

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The music was too loud for Noah. He had a pounding headache and was exhausted from the six week run in the U.K they’d just got back from. Day's after returning home, the band's management team insisted on throwing a welcome home party to celebrate the biggest headliner the band had done to date and a number one single. So, he was playing nice and pretending he was enjoying the party. Noah hated it and he was miserable.

"Can you at least look like you're having a good time," Matt complained walking over to meet him. "He can't help it that he has a resting bitch face, Matt. Go easy on him." Noah scowled at Jolly, who just simply smiled. "I want to go home," Noah whined, falling down onto a nearby couch. "I feel you," Folio agreed, sitting down next to him. "Why did you agree to this, shit, Matt?" Noah pouted. "Hey my hands were tied, dude. I wasn't really given an option here. Believe me, I'd rather be somewhere else," "Yeah, like held up in his house watching Grey's Anatomy," Jolly chuckled, pulling his long hair back into a bun. "Don't be hating on my show," Matt muttered, checking his phone. "Great. I've got to go meet upper management. Fuck this shit," turning around and walking away as the others just stayed back, laughing.

Folio sat his beer down on the table and removed his hat to scratch his head. "Poor Matt. He suffers so much for us." "Yeah! He'd better. We make him a lot of money," Noah stated, crossing his arms.

Nicholas came walking over the couches, munching on a banana. The other three just stared at him.

"What the hell, Ruffilo?"

Nick looked over at Jolly. "What?" he shrugged.

"Where at a high class party with caviar and shit and all you can find to put in your mouth is a banana?" Jolly criticized.

"Yeah.Caviar is gross and nothing else looks good," staring at a group of giggling girls that walked by him. Nick just shook his head.

Noah laid his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose, when another group of girls came over to them, dressed as if they were looking to get some. Jolly's eyes widened and Folio just pulled his hat down a little lower.

"Excuse me, we need some help," one of the girls asked, her words partially slurring.

Noah raised his head, slowly, instantly regretting he did.

"Sure. What do you need," he replied, reluctantly.

The girls looked at one another, whispering in the other's ear and giggling.

"It's our friend's birthday, and we're trying to get her to do body shots by playing Truth or Dare, but she's refusing. So, we thought that if we could find some really hot guys, she'd change her mind."

Noah looked over at Jolly, begging him with his eyes to come help. Jolly just hid his grin and shook his head, no.

"I, uh, I don't think I'm qualified," "Do you have chest hair or anything around your belly button area?" one of the girls asked. "What! That’s random." "Lift your shirt up. Let me see," one of the girls ordered.

"No!" "Noah, stop being a pansy and just show the girl your chest. It won't kill you," Jolly blurted out, earning him a heated scowl from Noah. "Will you leave me alone if I do?" Noah fumed at the girl who was about to cause him to snap. "I don't know yet. Show me and I'll tell you."

Noah sighed heavily, lifting his shirt.

"I can't see. You have to lift it higher."

Noah growled, glaring over at Jolly who was fighting his laughter. 

"You're dead, Karlsson," Noah threatened.

Noah lifted a little higher, hating that he was degrading himself this way.

"You're perfect! Come with me," she ordered, grabbing Noah's hand and yanking him off the couch. She and her friend drug Noah behind them as he tried to fight the grip they had on him.

"Hey you two have let me go, like right now!" Noah demanded.

They led him to another part of the venue and into a room filled with more people and louder music that was about half the size as the one they'd just come from

When his eyes landed on her, Noah almost couldn't breathe. She was so damn pretty and had a smile that could soften even the hardest heart. She was wearing a cowboy hat and a sash that read "Birthday Girl," and the moment she turned and looked at him was the moment his life changed forever.

"We found one," the two girls that drug him over told her.

The girl looked from her friends around the table to Noah, obviously very confused.

"What are you talking about? Found one what?"

She shyly looked over at Noah and smiled.

"A fucking hot guy with tattoos that you can take your first body shot off of the next time you spin a dare."

The girl groaned and threw her hands over her face.

"No! Oh god, please tell me you didn't just go out there and hunt down some random guy to bring over here to play a stupid high school game!"

The two girls were about to protest, but Noah beat them to it.

"No! Actually, I wanted to come. They said it was your birthday, so I thought I'd come over and hang for a little bit."

The girls grew quiet, laughing amongst themselves.

"I'm Noah," he introduced himself, leaning in a lot closer than he meant to. He could smell her skin, the scent of rainwater bamboo engulfing his senses.

"Y/N," she replied. Noah smiled, and all Y/N could think was, "Oh shit."

Noah was hot. His lean frame, covered by a white hoodie, towered over her. She would’ve given anything to touch his body, to dig her nails into his flesh and grip the arms that would hold her down, and run her fingers through his short, anime style haircut. Looking down at his hands, Y/N noticed how big they were and the tattoos that were drawn over his skin. Telling from the ones on his neck, she assumed he had them in many other places too.

"Are you okay?"

Noah's deep voice pulled Y/N from her thoughts. She smiled, nodding her head.

"I'm fine, sorry."

Noah gave a gentle laugh.

"So, Truth or Dare and body shots, huh?"

Y/N groaned. "Shit. Please ignore my stupid friends, okay. I don't know what possessed them,"

"I think your friends are just trying to help you have a good birthday," Noah interrupted, trying to sound positive in hopes of getting what he was secretly yearning for.

Y/N raised an eyebrow

"Someone's being optimistic." "You don't think so?" "No," Y/N shook her head, looking over at the girls who had just taken shots of something. "They always have hidden motives."

Noah reached over and brushed her fingers with the tips of his, hoping to pull that beautiful smile out of her again. This behavior was totally out of character for him. Noah never allowed his feelings for someone he'd just met to affect him the way he was allowing them to right now, and it was only a matter of time before the girl in front of him said or did the wrong or right thing that would make him snap.

Y/N shivered the moment she turned and faced Noah. The heat that spilled from his gaze was enough for her to feel internally, forcing her to clench the muscles of her sex as her arousal soaked her panties.

"Hidden motives are a dangerous game to play," Noah pointed out, unable to look away from the heated look in Y/N's eyes that was causing his dick to harden the longer he continued staring. "It's better to just be truthfully honest and up front, if you don’t, don't you think?"

Y/N swallowed hard, a small smile twitching her lips.

"I do."

The tension between them was thick and sweet, like honey. They way she peered up at Noah through her lashes shot through him like a bullet headed straight for his semi-hard length.

"Hey! Are you playing?"

Noah and Y/N looked over at the table where a group of her friends were crowded, the one yelling at them holding an empty beer bottle. Y/N hesitated before looking at Noah.

"You really don't have to do this. I know this isn't the ideal situation for you, and you have no idea who any of these people are."

"I'll do it." "Really?" Y/N asked, surprised.

"Yeah. It's your birthday, and anything here has to be better than what I was having to suffer through over there,” flicking his head in the direction where he came from. 

Y/N gave Noah a small smile. "Okay, well, if you're sure." "I'm sure," Noah replied, giving Y/N a tight-lipped smile.

This group of friends was nothing like Noah's group of friends. He gave up drinking and the party life years ago, trading it in for video games, movies and anime nights with his friends. This wasn't his scene, and he was starting to believe it wasn't hers either. They watched the bottle spin over and over, going through four people before it was finally Y/N's turn. Praying hard for a miracle that it wouldn't land on a dare, she was severely disappointed when it did. But with only one look at Noah, her perspective changed quickly. Noah wasn't surprised when her friends dared her to take body shots off of him. It was the reason for the grin on his face. The first one that happened was awkward for him to do with everyone watching, but he kept his eyes on Y/N, doing his best to block everyone else out. Standing in front of her, wondering if their night together was really over that quickly, Noah acted on impulse and closed the slight gap between the two of them. Lifting Y/N's chin, his eyes darted between hers and he saw the very thing he was looking for flash across them.

"I can't believe you're letting me do this again," Y/N grinned, watching Noah remove his hoodie this time. "It's your birthday, Pretty Girl. Birthday girls always get what they want,” Noah stated, lying back on the two tables that had been pulled together.

With a bottle of tequila in one hand and a dish of limes in the other, Y/N sat them down on the table next to the salt. Noah kept his eyes locked on her, watching every expression her face made. Taking a risk, he reached over, underneath her mini skirt, and slid his hand between her things hearing the small, slight gasp that quickly turned into a whimper. Noah raised an eyebrow, clenching his jaw as his huge hand grasped the inside of her thigh tighter before moving a little further up. Y/N didn't stop him, but instead, moved closer to keep their moment more discreet.

"Your thighs are so fucking soft and warm," Noah praised. His big soft hand with their long fingers slowly ran up and down her skin, making her shiver. “I wonder what would happen if I did this,” brushing fingertips over her throbbing hearted sex.

The slight buck of her hips gave Noah the response he wanted. His infectious smile returned to his lips, making Y/N hungry to taste them.

"You're playing dangerously, Noah," Y/N warned.

"I asked you if you wanted to," he replied, lifting his shirt high enough for her to take her first shot. “So, are you?”

Y/N opened the tequila and slowly poured it into Noah's belly button, being as careful as she could be. Noah's stomach muscles flinched causing his skin to prickle and she wondered if it would have the same response if she were to go down on him right then. She wanted to find out, especially when she noticed how hard he was. It took a lot of restraint to not touch him

"See something you like?"

"I see a lot that I like," she grinned, taking a lime slice from the bowl and bringing it to Noah's lips.

His hand remained between her thighs, as he continued caressing her skin, slowly, giving Y/N a pleasured feeling that set her nerves on fire. She parted her legs a little more, giving Noah more access to her sweet spot.

"Open," she ordered and Noah obeyed, biting down gently on the green rind. Pushing his head to the side, Y/N poured the salt onto his painted skin and ran her tongue over it, over the faded green leaves that rested just below his jaw. It pulled a deep throated growl from Noah and clenched the inside of her thigh. Y/N moaned from the feeling, knowing fully well there would be a bruise there by morning. Quickly, with the salt still on her tongue, she moved to Noah's lower half, sucking the liquor straight from his navel until every bit of it was gone before moving to his mouth and taking the lime. Noah watched with lust filled eyes as she sucked the juice from the rind, tossing the table when she was finished.

"What?" Y/N asked, noticing the look on his face as she returned to her normal height. "Shit," Noah breathed, half-smiling. "I think that had to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

Y/N giggled.

"Well, it sounds like you haven't seen a lot." "Oh, I've seen plenty."

Noah moved his hand higher up her thigh, waiting for her to stop him, and when she didn't, he ran his fingers over her pussy.

"Your panties are moist, pretty girl. Do I make you wet?"

Y/N whimpered, biting her lower lip.

"What if I did this?" swiping over her clit. "Noah," she gasped, gripping the table.

Noah laughed, soft and low.

He sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the table, and pushed her panties to the side, pressing the pad of his finger lightly between her folds. He made a sound that was almost inhuman, swallowed up by the newfound warmth he'd discovered. His fingers rubbed gently at first, pulling tiny gasps from her lips as his tongue and teeth marked faint lines across her skin as he made his way towards the bottom of her throat.

"Damn, you're so fucking wet; so tight. God, baby. You're sweet little pussy feels so good," Noah muttered.

Y/N could hear the excitement and the tiny crack that followed in his voice. She sighed, closing her eyes and absorbing the feeling of Noah's sensual assaults inside her. She didn't care if this was wrong. She didn't care if people could see. All she cared about was if Noah was capable of making her cum.

Moaning the moment Noah slid two fingers up inside her, Y/N raised her head, looking up at him. Noah was gone, lost in the moment just as much as she was. He hummed, satisfied with the feeling of her tight pussy already clenching around his fingers that thrusted deeper and deeper each time feeding the array of quiet moans that escaped her lips the harder she worked herself against his hand.

"I want you to take another shot off me," Noah ordered.

"Mmm, I can't, not while your fucking me like this," Y/N protested, keeping her eyes locked on him.

"Yes you can. Just try it. You'll like it, I promise," Noah grinned.

Y/N's stomach fluttered as her heart beat faster. Doing what she was told, she salted his neck and instead of putting the tequila in his navel, she poured it into the small spot between the two bones at the bottom of his throat, right below his adam's apple. Noah slowed his movements as Y/N rose to the tips of her toes, licked the salt and lapped up the liquor, grabbing the lime from Noah's teeth.

"Fuck that's hot," he confessed, kissing her forehead. He could feel her legs trembling, her body starting to shake and even though she was making being a gentleman about the whole thing difficult, he refused to be apathetic.

"Come here," he whispered gently, returning to the soft thrusting of his fingers against her inner walls, taking his time to completely undo every tensed muscle in her body.

Y/N scooted closer, lifting on her toes to give more access and placing her hands on Noah's thighs for balance.He pulled her in and pushed her head down, allowing her to rest her forehead against his shoulder.

"Stay with me, baby. Keep your hands on me. I've got you," Noah encouraged her, wrapping his free arm around her and holding her as close as he could. Y/N gasped and moaned, clawing at the fabric beneath her hands as Noah took them to another dimension. They were no longer where they had been. They were somewhere else; just the two of them.

"Oh, god!" "God isn't here, pretty girl, I am. And it damn well better my name on those lips when you cum," Noah growled

He held Y/N to him with one arm while using his free hand to thrust up into her. Her back arched, and she allowed her head to fall back as Noah latched on to her throat. He bit down, sucking the saltiness of her skin off .

"Noah, this is dangerous. What if someone sees," Y/N panicked, making a poor attempt at getting out of Noah's grasps. "I don't fucking care if they do. I just want you, I need you to cum for me, baby. Give me the satisfaction of pushing you over the edge."

Y/N couldn't deny the hungry desire for her she saw in Noah's eyes. It was feral, and all she wanted to do was feed it. Pushing her hips forward, she gripped Noah's shoulders and worked her pussy against his hand, right before he slipped in a third finger. A low curse left her lips as she bit the lower one to cover a moan.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you, pretty girl?"

Her pussy clenched around his fingers and soft whimpers replaced any words she wanted to say.

"God damn, yeah, that's, baby, ride my hand," Noah coaxed her, paying close attention to Y/N's body and the signs it was giving him. "You like that, don't you? You like me fucking your wet, needy cunt with my fingers like this, twisting them inside you. Tell me you do," he breathed, trying to ease the urgent need to cum himself "I do! Fuck, Noah, I shouldn't, but I do really like it."

Her abdomen was on fire, her head spinning from the overwhelming coiled tension building in her lower back. Her breathing was shallow as her quiet moans started to draw closer together, and her head fell back, closing her eyes. Noah wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, lifting her head.

"Eyes on my pretty girl. Watch me when you cum. I need to see the look in your eyes when you cum all over my hand," he ordered, breathing heavily.Y/N nodded "I can feel you squeezing my fingers," he whispered, ghosting his lips over hers. Y/N tilted her head in hopes of capturing them, but failed. "Noah, I'm about to cum!" she gasped once Noah found that spot."Right there?" "Mmm-hmm, don't stop, please don't stop!" "I won't as long as you keep your eyes on me," he promised. And she did.

Pressure built in Y/N's lower half, the ache strengthening with every thrust of Noah's fingers or the swipe of his thumb over her clit and in a matter of seconds her walls fluttered around his fingers, her climax reached its peak, and her orgasm crescendo throughout her entire body.

"Oh god, Noah," she cried into her hand before she collapsed onto his chest.

"There it is, that's a good girl. I can feel your cum dripping down my wrist, baby. Fuck!"

"What's wrong?"

Noah took a deep breath through his nose, trying to keep it together.

"I'm about to fucking cum!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Y/N wasted no time. Grabbing the front of Noah's pants and briefs, she pulled as Noah lifted his bottom and released enough of his thick, swollen cock right as the milky white liquid shot all down the front of her skirt. Noah groaned, resting his forehead against hers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! "I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N," he swore over and over, chest rising and falling rapidly as he covered himself up, but Y/N was only laughing quietly.

"Don't be,' she replied breathlessly, looking into Noah's eyes. She pulled back and brushed the hair out of his eyes before kissing his forehead."We both got what we wanted."

Noah grinned. Reaching over, he grabbed the tequila, salt, and limes.

"What are you doing?" "It's my turn. Lay your head back," he commanded, and Y/N obeyed, feeling as if her heart was about to beat out of her chest.

Noah repeated the same steps as she did when taking the shot off of his neck and swallowed quickly, trailing his lips with a little bit of tongue up her neck, kissing as he went over her jawline and took the lime from her mouth. Y/N could only give small exasperated moans as her eyes met Noah's. They were dark, full of an eagerness for more.

"Yum," he smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Happy Birthday, pretty girl." Y/N just shook her head, smiling.

They found a bathroom where Noah was able to clean his happy accident off the front of Y/N's mini skirt. Neither one spoke, both of them either too embarrassed, ashamed, or sad from everything that had happened or was about to. Maybe it was all three. Walking around the corner of the bathrooms, Noah's phone vibrated. It was a text in the band's group chat asking where he was. He texted back that he was coming, then pocketed his phone.

"So, uh, thanks for the really awesome birthday gifts," Y/N teased.

Noah felt his ears and cheeks instantly heat up, forcing him to rub the back of his neck like he normally did when he got embarrassed.

"Yeah," he laughed, dropping his gaze to the floor.

"Seriously," reaching out and touching Noah’s arm, assuring him she was.

Noah locked eyes with Y/N, desperately aching to kiss her. She was so pretty, with a sweet smile and the kind of laugh he could get used to hearing a lot of. But deep down, he knew that wasn't going to happen

"I gotta go. Gotta get back to my friends..."

"Yeah," Y/N laughed nervously, "of course."

"Do, uh, is there any chance I could have your number?"

There was an awkward silence.

"Um, Noah, I,”

"Oh god, I'm sorry, you're don't, er, you're not, shit, never mind," Noah stuttered, apologizing quickly.

"No, no, it's not like that, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that, well, I just shouldn't," Y/N stated, peering up at him.

That's Noah realized, that was Y/N's way of letting him down gently. His pocket vibrated, saving his heart from realizing what his head had just figured out. Matt was freaking out. He really had to go, now.

"Right," he slowly nodded, suddenly feeling like the biggest fool around. "I'm gonna go. My band's about to receive some kind of an award, so I've got to hurry."

"Your band? Wait… what?"

"Yeah, anyway, it was really nice to meet you and I hope the rest of your birthday is great," he yelled, turning around and running in the opposite direction as Y/N called his name from behind him.

"Dude, where the fuck have you been?" Matt scolded.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

"Hey," Jolly called, tapping Noah on the shoulder. "How did it go? Was the friend nice?"

Noah remained silent for a moment, wondering how to put into words all that had happened. There weren't enough and there never would be.

"Yeah," was all he could say with a smile. "She was pretty nice. It was fun, for the moment," shrugging his shoulders.

Jolly chuckled, patting his friend on the back as they followed Nick and Folio out to where their managers were standing. The guests cheered and whistled, cameras flashed, and hands were shaken as the guys were awarded and congratulated with a number one single award from one of the biggest music companies in the country. Noah looked out into the faces of all those cheering for him and his best friends, eyes stopping when they came in contact with a pair he recognized instantly.

Y/N's mouth was wide open as she stood in the crowd looking at the man whom she had just shared a very intimate moment with and nobody but the two of them knew. She was with somebody, making Noah's heart instantly fall into the pit of his stomach. He'd just fingerfucked some other guy's girl, making him feel low and dirty. The guy turned around, and Noah recognized him instantly. He was a friend in the business who worked for the record label. The guy looked from him to Y/N, and Noah watched as he gently shook her to get her attention. Reluctantly, Y/N tore her eyes away from Noah and exchanged a few words with the guy glancing at him one more time, before walking off with her face in her hands. His friend shrugged, waving to Noah, before turning to follow after Y/N. Noah smiled softly to himself, knowing it wasn't going to be the last he’d ever see her again. 

[harrywavycurly]

What about Harry getting all flustered in the Lonely series? He’s always saving and reassuring us but what’s a time when he’d need us to relax him?🥺❤️

Hiii lovey!!! I agree he does seem to be really good at reassuring you so it’ll be nice to see you calming him down in a moment of panic for him, so I hope this is what you’re looking for!💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

CW: Language

A/N: Harry just wants to enjoy a lunch date with you before your Miami trip but things don’t go the way he wants, enjoy some protective Harry with a healthy dash of you being sweet and fluffy with him✨

“He’s so much prettier in person.”

“God I know.”

“What do you think he smells like?”

You just smile to yourself as you walk past the group of girls on your way to take a seat at your usual table that’s tucked away in the corner near the window of the cafe down the street of your old house. You slip off your sunglasses and place them in your purse before hanging it on the edge of your chair, you take a quick glance over to the counter area to check on Harry to see if he needs your assistance and you can’t help but let out a soft sigh when you see him because even after all these years he still somehow manages to give you butterflies whenever you spot him across a crowded room.

He’s standing against the wall with one hand tucked into the front pocket of his well fitting jeans and the other holding his phone, trying to be out of the way of people picking up their orders but also trying his best to not be that noticeable but the black short sleeve button up he opted to wear this morning isn’t helping due to it allowing his most recognizable tattoos to be on display. Along with the fact that he just has one of those faces that even with his sunglasses on people could point out in a crowded room especially when he smiles like he is at you right now, making his signature dimples appear. You return the smile and even shoot him a playful wink before you look away and turn your attention towards your wedding binder your wedding planner gave you that has all the little details in it for your big day, you flip it to the page that is all about your bachelorette trip so you can go over the checklist one more time.

“Oh my god.” You look up when you hear a sudden gasp coming from next to you and when you’re met with a pair of wide eyes you just give the girl a warm smile and sit up a bit so you can give her your full attention. “I know you.” She blurts and you know she regrets saying it the moment the words come out of her mouth based on how pink her cheeks get.

“Hi there.” You watch her try to gather her thoughts so you just reach your hand out and gently place your hand on her arm. “I love your shirt.” You tell her as you look at her Love On Tour shirt that looks like she tye dyed herself before you remove your hand from her arm trying to help her relax a bit and when she smiles at you before looking down at her shirt you know it seems to have worked a bit.

“Oh thank you uh-are you uhm here with Harry?” You just smile and nod as your eyes flicker behind her to the man himself who you know is watching the scene that’s happening at the table intensely. “Congrats on the uhm-uh engagement.” Her voice is shaky as she starts to mess with the bracelets on her wrists and you just give her another smile and reach both hands out to grab hers.

“Thank you that’s so sweet of you.” You give her hands a little squeeze before letting them go. “What’s your name?” You ask as you quickly look behind her to see Harry’s status and you feel a bit anxious when you see him at the counter grabbing your order meaning he was going to be heading this way any minute.

“Stephanie.” She answers with a nervous smile and you just nod.

“Well Stephanie I can tell Harry you said hello if you’d like?” You ask and then your eyes catch a glimpse of someone walking up behind her and you look at them with a raised brow and they just nod making you grin as you look back at Stephanie. “Or Stephanie you can tell him yourself?” You watch her face go from one of confusion to pure shock as Harry’s tattooed arm comes into her view when he reaches over to hand you your iced coffee.

“Hello Stephanie.” His voice saying her name makes her cheeks go a deep shade of pink as she slowly turns around and faces him as he slides his sunglasses up into his hair so he can look down at her. “S’lovely to meet you.” He says with a smile as you quickly reach for the bag that has both of your sandwiches in it and his iced latte so his hands are free to give her a hug.

“You’re Harry Styles.” She mumbles into his chest when his arms wrap around her and he just chuckles in response, you take your seat and just watch the two of them as you take a sip of your coffee.

“Oh love the shirt.” He says when he pulls away from the hug.

“She-she said that too.” Stephanie stutters as she looks at you just as you take a bite of your sandwich making Harry laugh as you place a hand over your mouth and just try your best to smile and nod.

“Hungry sweetheart? Can’t even wait for me? That’s a bit rude innit?” He teases and Stephanie just giggles making Harry smile because he always loves when someone laughs at his jokes even when they are just silly teasing ones like this. “Well it was a pleasure meeting you love, have a good rest of your day okay?” With that Harry gives her one more quick hug before she says a quick thank you and she’s off rushing over to her friends.

“She was cute.” You say after you swallow your bite of sandwich as Harry takes his seat across from you. “What?” You ask when you hear Harry let out a sigh but he just shakes his head as he takes his sunglasses off and tucks them into his shirt before he reaches over to grab one of your hands.

“Nothing baby.” You tilt your head and give him a questioning look as he brings your hand up to his lips. “I love you.” Is all he says before you feel him place a few kisses to your knuckles.

“I love you too.” He just smiles as he lets you take your hand out of his so you can grab his sandwich out of the bag and hand it to him.

Harry normally doesn’t mind meeting fans, he loves them and he knows it takes a lot to actually come up to him and say hello so he never tries to make anyone feel uncomfortable but there are times when he would like to be left alone. Those times are often when he’s out with other people, like his family, friends or for instance right now when he’s just trying to have lunch with you, his fiancé before you leave him for a whole week for your bachelorette trip in Miami. He knows that talking to Stephanie is going to make others feel more comfortable coming up to him to say hello and honestly he’d prefer that over what he sees happening over your shoulder. For Harry it’s the recordings and all the random photos that get snapped of you he doesn’t like, he never has enjoyed the idea that people just have videos and pictures of you on their phones all because you know him or now because you’re engaged to him.

“Harry?” You reaching over and grabbing his hand breaks him out of his thoughts causing him to slightly shake his head before he looks across the table at you, you’re looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a slight frown on your face. Harry gives your hand a firm squeeze but the smile he gives you to try to make you think he’s fine just makes you glare at him in response because you can read him like a book by now, you know something is bothering him and it’s been bothering him since he sat down across from you twenty minutes ago.

“Sorry sweetheart what did you say?” He asks as he glances down at the table and sees the checklist for your trip and he has to rub his lips together to hide the frown that was threatening to take over his face when he catches the time of your flight tomorrow morning.

You let out a huff and slide your hand out of his so you can close your binder and slide it off to the side, you fold your arms on top of the table and stare at Harry and he does good for a solid ten seconds and then he slips up, you catch his eyes glance over your shoulder in the same direction Stephanie walked off in. You quickly act as if you’re looking in your purse that’s hanging on your chair so you can try to see what’s caught his attention, you catch the same group of girls you walked by earlier sitting at their table all with their eyes glued to their phones that all seem to be pointed in your direction.

“Is that what’s bothering you?” You ask with a raised brow when you turn your attention back to him and away from the table of girls.

“I just wanted this to be a nice lunch and-”

“Are you saying it hasn’t been nice?” Harry playfully glares at you in response to your teasing question making you smile as you reach over and hold your hand out for him. “It’s just a few teenage girls Harry it’s not a big deal.” And as if on queue you catch something in your peripheral vision out the window making you turn your head to see what’s going on outside and the moment you do you’re met with a young girl waving at you who is standing next to a man holding a professional camera aimed towards Harry.

“It never stays just a few fans it always turns into more.” Is all Harry says when you look away from the window and back to him as he reaches down and grabs the hand that you were holding out for him. “If we leave now we can still probably walk to that little shop down the street that sells those god awful sour candies you love so we can get you some for your trip.” You know he’s going over all the exit strategies in his head as he talks, as you watch his eyes glance from your face to the window and then to the table of fans behind you.

“They aren’t god awful you just have horrible-”

“We need to go.” The tone of Harry’s voice is what tells you to just nod and let go of his hand so you can start to grab your things, it’s not one he uses with you often because it’s deep but laced with a hint of almost anger that you know is not directed at you. “Now. Please love.” He tries to be softer this time when he notices you taking a little too long to get your stuff and he even gives you a smile as he stands up and leans over to grab your wedding planning binder for you, tucking it under his arm while you throw your purse over your shoulder before standing up. You glance out the window and see a few more cameras aimed at the two of you and now a small group of fans has gathered around the entrance of the cafe as well.

“Hey look at me.” You reach for his hand and interlock your fingers with his and give it a nice firm squeeze as he locks eyes with you. “I’m right here and I’m fine.” You reassure him with a smile and while normally you aren’t the biggest fan of kissing in public at this moment in time you know what Harry needs to help calm him down so you don’t hesitate to reach your free hand up place it on his cheek as you lean in and give his lips a quick peck.

“Thank you.” He mumbles before he steals a second kiss before you can fully pull away from him making you giggle as you drop your hand from his face. “Remember the rules sweetheart?” You roll your eyes as you grab your sunglasses out of your bag and slide them back on your face.

“Don’t talk to them..just keep walking and don’t touch them and they won’t touch you…just like at a haunted house.”

“Perfect it’s like you’ve done this before or something.”

“Only once or twice but one time I did tell a photographer to fu-”

“Yeah let’s not have any repeats of Vegas okay?”

“Fine but I’m warning you now if they call my ring ugly I’m going to say something.” Harry just laughs and shakes his head as he looks down at you while you finish off your iced coffee before tossing it in the trash.

“Ready baby?” You just nod and feel him give your hand one last squeeze before he lets it go, he quickly puts on his sunglasses and leads you to the entrance of the cafe giving the table of fans a smile as he walks by earning a few gasps and one loud squeal making you just smile because you get it, he is indeed squeal and gasp worthy. Harry hands you the wedding binder so that once you’re outside he will be able to pull you close to his side with one arm and keep the other free just in case someone tries to get too close for his liking.

“Bet you five bucks they ask the reunion at the wedding question.” You joke trying your best to lighten the mood while you can because you know the moment he pushes open the cafe door Harry is going to switch over into the protective side of himself that you’ve seen quite a bit of ever since the first time you got caught in a swarm of cameras and fans with him years ago.

“Damn you always have to beat me don’t you? I was just about to say that” You just shrug making him chuckle as he gives you one last once over as if he’s making sure you have everything and you’re actually ready to go.

“Snooze you lose Styles now let’s go get me some candy.” Harry nods as he leans down and places a quick kiss to your cheek making you smile as you tighten your hold on the binder in your hands as Harry gently pushes open the cafe door, him walking out first with you right behind him. He is quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side allowing him to put distance between you and the group of men with cameras and the few fans that have gathered outside.

“Harry! How’s the wedding planning going?”

“Is it true Niall’s the best man?”

“Can we see the ring?”

“Who’s on the guest list? Will we get a One Direction reunion for the wedding?”

You try not to laugh as you feel Harry’s grip on you tighten the moment the question gets hurled at the two of you as you make your way down the sidewalk towards the little shop. Harry on the other hand keeps a tight lipped smile on his face as he keeps his eyes focused on the people surrounding the two of you, but luckily no one seems to be getting too close or shouting rude things. That all changes in what feels like a matter of seconds when you feel a hand on your back giving you a slight pat but before you can even turn your head to see who it is that needs your attention Harry is sliding his arm from your shoulders down to your waist and you feel his hand gently give your hip a little nudge and in one smooth motion you’re standing directly in front of him.

“Watch the hell out.” You internally flinch at the harshness of Harry’s voice as you feel his hand on your hip give you a firm squeeze, his way of letting you know he’s got you. He has his chest practically flush with your back while his head is turned to look at the man who thought it was okay to tap you on the back, and if you turned your head to look at Harry you’d see his nostrils a bit flared along with slightly flushed cheeks letting you know he’s angry. “Bloody prick.” He snaps at the man who is just a mere foot away from the two of you with his camera in his hand.

“Harry come on-”

“What makes you think you can just touch her?” There’s no kindness in his voice and he really doesn’t mean to cut you off but Harry just can’t let this go, not when the man hasn’t even tried to say sorry or really anything at all. You can practically feel the anger radiating off of him when you feel his hand leave your hip so he can fully turn around to face the man. “Better yet what makes you think it’s okay to fucking touch her and not even say sorry?” You look around and see a few phones out, no doubt recording the whole situation so you quickly turn around and place your hand on Harry’s back making him turn his head to look at you.

“It’s okay it was an accident and won’t happen again.” You explain as you look from Harry to the man standing in front of him and you know based on the wide eyed expression on the man’s face you’re lucky to just get a nod in response, looking to be in a state of shock. “So let’s just all maybe take a few steps back please.” You suggest as you look around and watch as almost everyone around the two of you take some small steps backwards giving you and Harry a bit of breathing room.

“That’s not good enough.” You’re thankful that your sunglasses block your eye roll from Harry because you know he wouldn’t appreciate your sass right now but you know that the man standing in front of the two of you is in no way in the right mental state to say much of anything right now. “He needs to say sorry.” He adds as he finally looks down at you and you take this moment to place a hand on his cheek.

“Baby.” Harry lets out a sigh and leans into your touch as the petname leaves your lips and it’s as if all the anger and frustration he was feeling just seconds beforehand is slowly but surely fading away as you run your thumb over his cheek. Now normally you save calling him anything other than Harry for special occasions but sometimes you have to bring out the big guns to get him to focus on what you’re about to say.

“Please let’s just go.” Harry just nods and it’s as if he forgets the two of you are standing on a sidewalk outside of one of your favorite cafes as he turns his head so his lips land on the inside of your palm before he brings one of his hands up and wraps it around your wrist.

“Okay sweetheart.” He leans down and places a kiss to your forehead before he brings your hand down from his face and turns around so he can lead you further down the street towards the shop you wanted to get your candy from. “I’ll call for the car while you shop for your sweets does that sound good love?” You just smile as he brings your hand up to his lips giving the top of it a little peck.

“Fine but don’t think I forgot you owe me five bucks.” Harry just laughs as he drops your hand so he can once again wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side.

You look around and feel relief wash over you when it seems most of the crowd has stayed near the cafe and only a few photographers have followed the two of you but at a much more bearable distance. You know for the rest of the day Harry isn’t going to let you get more than an arms length away from him and that’s if he’s being generous, he was already feeling clingy due to the fact he’s about to be away from you for a week but this is just going to make him take it up a notch. So you aren’t at all shocked when you feel him rest his chin on your shoulder as one of his arms wrap around your waist from behind while you pick out the candy you want for your flight, your wedding binder securely tucked under his other arm so your hands are free. It also doesn’t come as a surprise when you feel his hands practically pull you into his lap the moment the car door closes and the two of you are headed home, his face buried in the crook of your neck while his arms wrap around your middle holding onto you as if he’s worried you might slip away if he loosens his grip.

“It’s okay.” You whisper softly as you run a hand through his hair while moving just a bit so you can get into a more comfortable position, with your legs straddling his thighs. “I’m okay.” You reassure him before placing a kiss to the side of his head, you hear him let out a deep sigh as he tries to pull you even closer to him making your chest flush with his and you know in this moment he just needs to feel as close to you as he can so you allow him to squish you a bit.

“Do you remember when we first got photographed together?” You ask as you continue to run your hand through his hair, you take him giving your middle a small squeeze as your queue to continue. “I don’t remember what we were doing exactly I just remember you were holding my backpack and of course I’ll never forget what they called me it was-”

“Unnamed college girl.” You laugh as Harry finishes your sentence for you as he sits up making your hand fall to the back of his neck. “I picked you up from class because I was on a break from tour and I’m a proper gentleman so I carried your backpack but you were wearing a jumper with your university’s name on it and I wanted to hold your hand but you were being mean and told me no because it would start dating rumors.” You watch him give you the fakest pout he can muster as he looks down at you making you playfully roll your eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m always just so mean to you aren’t I?” Harry nods but you see him struggling to keep up his fake pout as you lean in and place a kiss to his cheek.

“Leaving me for a whole week is the meanest thing you’ve ever done.” You want to laugh but you hold it in as you lean over and give his other cheek a kiss. “You’re gonna be spending all this time with Niall while I’m just sat at home missing you.” He adds with a bit more of a whine to his voice.

“We’ve gone longer without seeing each other Harry.” You remind him but he just rolls his eyes at you making you quirk a brow at him. “What? It’s true we’ve gone months-”

“That was before I realized I was in love with you and now I can’t-no I won’t ever go months without seeing you ever again that just can’t happen I won’t-”

“Hey.” Your voice is soft and just a little above a whisper as you bring your hands up to cup his face, you can feel his heart beating faster while his hold on you tightens and his eyes are staring into yours with an intensity that lets you know he’s on the verge on a small panic attack. “I’m right here.” You run your thumbs over his cheeks as you feel him let out a few deep breaths trying to calm himself down.

“I hate this.” He closes his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours. “I already miss you and you haven’t even left yet.” He feels silly for saying it but he knows you’ll understand, you always do.

The thing you’ve learned about Harry over the years is that when he loves someone he doesn’t know how to not give all of himself to them. People sometimes say he comes off a little too strongly but you know it’s because for so long he never knew where he was going to be in a day or a week so he just now has a habit of telling people how he feels the moment he feels it so he doesn’t run the risk of never having the moment to say it again, and for some that can just come off as a bit much. But not to you, you live for those moments even back when the love he had for you was strictly platonic it was still nice to hear how much he cared for you but now when he stops what he’s doing to just stare at you and tells you he loves you it makes your heart feel like it’s on fire in the best way.

“One time I cried in the bathroom of my apartment because you were leaving in two days.” You admit making Harry open his eyes and lean back so he can look at you with your hands still on his face. “I just knew it was going to suck because you were headed off to Live On Tour and you were just so busy and I didn’t know when I was going to be able to squeeze myself into your schedule so I full on panic cried in the bathroom while you were still sitting in my living room eating my leftover pizza.” Harry can’t help but give you a look and you know that when he opens his mouth he is going to try to apologize for all the times he’s ever had to leave you during the last ten years so you just shake your head and give him a smile. “I think that just means we must really like each other or something.” You joke as you lean in and place a kiss to his lips making him smile when you pull away.

“I love you.” You smile before he leans in for another kiss while your hands go from his face down to the back of his head pulling him closer to you.

“I love you too.” You respond as you finally pull away making Harry let out a sigh of content as you feel the car come to a stop. Harry turns to look out the window and smiles when he sees the front gate opening up leading up to the driveway of the house the two of you share. “I still can’t believe we are gate people.” Harry laughs as he loosens his hold on you so you can reach over and grab your purse making sure to put both his and your sunglasses inside since they got tossed to the seat next to you the moment the two of you got into the car.

“Baby we have to be gate people or else anyone could just be in front of our house.”

“As if they don’t just stand outside the gate?”

“The gate is a safety measure sweetheart.” You just let out a huff as you slide off Harry’s lap and into the seat next to him, Harry just chuckles at your dramatics because he knows the real reason you make a fuss about the gate is because you always forget your gate opener so you have to enter the code which you also always forget resulting in Harry either coming out and opening it for you or him texting you the code if he’s not home. “Speaking of safety measures who’s on security in Miami?” Harry asks as the passenger door opens and he slides out and holds his hand out for you to take so he can help you out of the car.

“Niall.” Harry rolls his eyes as you hand him the binder instead of giving him your hand as you climb out of the car.

“Niall? No love I mean who is your security while you’re there?” You stop walking and place a hand on your hip as Harry makes his way up the front steps towards the front door. “Baby? Did you-why are..you looking at me like that?” He’s at the top of the steps looking at you, binder in one hand and the bag from the candy shop along with the house key in his other.

“Harry we’ve been over this already.” You watch his eyebrows furrow in confusion making you glare at him from the bottom step. “I’m taking Preston and Niall has the rest handled with his team.” You watch it all hit him that he has in fact heard this information before as you finally join him at the top of the steps.

“You think Preston is enough?” He asks as he unlocks the front door allowing you to enter first, you shoot him a look as you slide your shoes off and head for the stairs.

“Of course he’s enough. He’s Preston.” You answer as you drop your purse onto the couch before heading up the stairs. “But I am so telling him you asked me that.” You threaten making Harry’s eyes go a bit wide as he drops his keys on the table by the front door, you just laugh to yourself when you look over your shoulder and see him staring at you from the bottom of the stairs.

“Always so mean to me.”

[majorlb]

Imagine for a moment:

You're Monty Finch, 19 years old and flute player in an orchestra. You've finally gathered up the courage to ask Edwin Payne, first chair violinist, on a date.

"Are you free on Saturday?"

He isn't, but if you'd like, you can join him at his event. He's going to somewhere you've never heard of to listen to music.

You're so elated and happy, Edwin is taking you on a musical adventure. Sure, he says you have to pay for your own ticket, but he'll wait for you outside and bring you with and you're so excited.

The day arrives, and you're pretty sure your GPS is fooling you. You're in an industrial area with several abandoned large buildings, several that aren't, but you're not sure what they contain. There's people here, mostly walking towards the same area, so you guess that's where you're going.

Edwin is standing outside a barbed-wire gate, talking to a fellow who looks like he was born to be a bouncer. He's so pretty. Edwin, that is. Dark grey pants (or trousers as he'd call them), white button up shirt and a soft looking green cardigan, he looks so handsome and out of place in this area but you haven't really paid attention to anyone else since Edwin noticed you have arrived and smiled at you.

He gestures for you to follow him in to the dark and strange place. Bar? Venue? You're not sure, but the scary looking woman behind the bar nods at Edwin as if she knows him and hands him a drink, for free, before turning to you and asking bluntly what you want.

You're unsure, and Edwin is of no help, already seated on one of the bar stools and looking around the venue that's getting more and more crowded by the second.

You ask for a soda, and you do have to pay for it, before sitting down on the stool next to Edwin.

You're just about to ask Edwin if he goes to places like this often; a cliché sure, but you're genuinely curious about this new side of your...friend? Future boyfriend? (you can only hope)

But before you can do so, Edwin talks first "Oh they're about to start! I was afraid we'd miss the beginning, since you were late."

A bit rude, once more, and you're about to tell him about your GPS misshap when suddenly the stage is full and the music starts. (honestly just open it and close your eyes and imagine being Monty in this dark club)

You're suddenly terrified. It's loud. The crowd is wild. And Edwin.. Edwin is nodding his head in time with the rhythm.

You never knew Edwin would enjoy something like... this. But here he is, by your side, swaying to the music in his seat as if he can't help but be moved with the sound.

The lead singer and guitarist is a lanky tall man, gold earring, tattoos, and black makeup. The basist, a short girl with a kind face except the way she looks, makes you believe that she would and could kill you, with her thick soled boots. The way they both manage to sound.. as if they're demons, you've never heard anything like it.

The drummer looks like an angel in white, but the way she scrunches her face up in angry concentration to beat out her anger on the drums makes you a little speechless.

Edwin likes this.

Quiet, sweet Edwin enjoys this. Maybe you don't know him as well as you thought.

You sit through the concert, clutching your soda, eyes either glued to the stage or to Edwin in disbelief, and when it's over you turn to him to ask, do you genuinely like this stuff?

But Edwin is off the stool and walking through the crowd that seconds ago were crashing into each other as if they were fighting. They part for him like the sea for Moses, and you watch as the singer meets him part way.

And then Edwin, who you thought you were on a date with, is kissing the singer.

You're honestly too shocked by the whole evening to even be bothered in the moment. It's not until you're back home, in bed, that you remember that Edwin was talking about a boyfriend when he was talking about the event, the first gig, of his boyfriends band. That Edwin introduced you to the bartender as "a friend from the orchestra"

It wasn't a date. Edwin simply asked if you wanted to come to be polite.

At least you didn't do anything stupid, like kiss him.

[begginmonty]

finding out your career counsellors secret

(kinda links to working with mike, a prequel if you may, also i refer to him mostly as steve throughout this as you do not know his name is william afton yet. also not proofread again sorry. also its kinda bad im sorry i just got carried away)

it’s your 4th shift at your new security guard job and everythings going fine, no break ins, no weirdos, nothing, it’s nice and peaceful a book sits in your hand and a hot drink sits on your desk as the clock hits midnight yipee 6 more hours you mentally sigh

suddenly the animatronics performance mix starts playing through the speakers and you quickly snap out of your book, sitting up in your chair, confused as hell.

looking at the camera feeds you can see the animatronics on stage performing?? no ones pressed the button but there they are?? must be a bug right, a fault???

you cautiously walk to the performance area, flashlight in your hand, peaking around making sure no one had broken in the few seconds your eyes were away from the cameras. there's no one. just you and singing robots.

eXCEPTTT this is a little different because usually 30 seconds or so into the song bonnie moves in a way that blows the fuse of the whole performance but it hasn’t happened. they’re performing fully?? 

this wasnt in the fucking job description

you walk up to the showtime button and press it to see if it’ll stop the show but nope, it’s still going on and it’s starting to freak you out a little - yes it’s cool to see the animatronics move but this is something else, maybe turning off the whole electricity will work?

as you look at foxy, his eye completely makes eye contact with you for a few seconds but looking back to where it was before - did that just happen???? that’s just part of the show right?? The fox did not just make direct eye contact with you purposefully??? 

freaked out a little, you step back away and to the main centre of the room and breathe a second, trying to control your thoughts and your worries. its all just in your head. they’re probably malfunctioning a little bit its fine, go turn the power off and on again.

“fucking hell” you mumble, going to turn around but suddenly from behind, there's an arm strongly clutching your face, a hand covering your mouth and your hands are held tightly behind your back, like some sort of police arrest, by the other arm. you go to let out a scream, but the hand tightly clutches your mouth.

“ssh” and you're wiggling around trying to break free but whoever's holding you is immensely strong and manages to keep you locked in place. with their hand still covering your mouth, the captor forces your head to face forward of the performing animatronics. 

there's a deep chuckle from behind you, “it’s truly amazing isn't it?” . uh oh. you recognise that voice. you’ve heard it a lot but no?? it cant be right??

but your suspicions are right as your captors head sits against yours, upon your shoulder, and you look out of the corner of your eyes and there he is. steve. steve raglan, your fucking career counsellor. 

he’s captivated by the performance of the robots, a look of pride upon his face, and he’s slightly moving the two of you to song. tears of fear are welling in your eyes, shaking, but the song comes to an abrupt stop and the animatronics shut down.

“YOU ARE USELESS!” he seems to shout at the animatronics??, “YOU CANT EVEN FINISH ONE SONG!” 

you’re just stood in his captive, confusion and fear writhing through your body but in his moments of shouting, you nearly manage to pull yourself away from him but he’s quick, he seems to know what he’s doing, and he just grips you closer to him, his breath on your neck, he sounds angry but he lets out another chuckle. a deep, evil sounding one.

“steve?” you manage to get out, a few tears escaping your eyes.

he laughs, he’s enjoying this sick and twisted moment, “bet you weren’t expecting me were you?” and his voice is deep and dark and moving your eyes to look at him next to you again there's an evil smirk on his lips. “this is always fun”

then it all went black

your eyes slowly blink open to a blinding light looking at you, and it feels like you’re at the dentist but you quickly snap back to reality when you realise your hands are bound as is your chest and you’re sat/laying in some sort of mechanical chair. there's, what you can only describe to be, a ribcage looking contraction either side of you but when you look in front of you, is a head contraption, it looks like freddy’s but metallic.

“wakey wakey” steve is sat, like a dentist, in a swivel chair, shirt sleeves rolled up, to the right of you and you look at him and he’s got that evil grin on his face again, he’s leaning against your metal seat. “Awe” he says  pouting his lips in response, to the tears in your eyes and the way you're desperately trying to free yourself.

and you’re pleading with him to stop, and he’s looking down at you, and his gaze lingers on your face for a minute too long before he moves and flips a switch next to him. 

the metal face in front of you whirrs and begins moving closer to you, and you're shaking your hands like mad trying to free yourself. he’s just stood watching, and you’re pleading and pleading, “please i wont say anything to anyone. I’ll do anything please!” 

everything stops and the machine is retracted away from your face, your chest falls in relief and steve is looking over you again, “you know, i’ve  always had a strong liking for you, y/n” and his eyes are lingering on your face again as he brushes a fallen strand of hair away, your eyes lock for while, and he smiles.

nothing is really explained to you for the rest of your shift. but you realise he owns this place and whilst you’re calming down, he explains about a new hire and how he wants you to make sure he does not quit the job. before he leaves for the rest of your shift, he has that lingering gaze and strokes your cheek softly. 

you spend the rest of your shift sitting in your office chair, freaking out, collecting your thoughts and trying to chill the fuck out. what the fuck just happened.

[cyberteez]

watermelon in the rain - p.seonghwa

pairing ⋆ p.seonghwa x f.reader

rating ⋆ m. 18+

genre ⋆ fluff, smut

wc ⋆ 1.6k

summary ⋆ your picnic date with seonghwa is washed out by rain, but that doesn't stop him from making the best of it.

warnings ⋆ explicit smut, sub!reader, softdom!seonghwa, praise, fingering, oral(reader receiving), hwa eats watermelon off of reader, reader is sticky, not entirely proofread

the fun picnic the two of you had planned had been rained out by an unexpected downpour of rain that showed no signs of stopping for the rest of the day. you sat on the counter, swinging your legs as you pouted from the rain. while the rain would normally be welcomed, it ruined your planned fun. a whole spread of snacks and other foods had been prepared and you were proud of it. seonghwa took notice of your sour mood and came to stand in between your legs, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso. you frowned into his shoulder but hugged him back.

“we can always have a picnic in here,” he suggests, kissing the side of your head.

you lean back and stare at him blankly, replying, “and how would we do that?”

“go get dressed in that cute outfit you were planning on wearing and I’ll get it set up.”

the smile that fills his face makes your heart warm and you nod, hopping down from the counter to make your way to the bedroom. in the minutes that you’re getting ready—and you’re moving slower than usually to give him time— you think about how he could turn the living room into a picnic. you can hear objects moving around the room which piques your curiosity, and as you finish getting ready, you sit on the bed, waiting for him. he joins you a few minutes later, peeking in the bedroom to see you scrolling on your phone. when you look up, he’s snuck in and began getting changed into baby blue shorts and a pale pink button up to match his hair. he motions you to follow and you comply, unable to see past his tall frame as you walk into the living room.

what you see before takes your breath away. the furniture is pushed against the walls, and in the place of the coffee table is a picnic blanket with the food you had prepared laid out and looking pretty. candles lit the dim room and surrounded the area, and you wondered how the fuck he managed to whip this out so fast. you swear your heart stopped beating for a few moments and all you could feel was a warmth spreading from your tummy to your outer extremities. however, when you turned to look at seonghwa a look of surprise crossed your face. he stood there awkwardly and apprehensive, unsure how you felt about it.

“I know it’s nothing compared to the one we had planned today, but I thought it’d be nice.” he’s nervously playing with the sleeves of his shirt, pushing them back and fiddling with the ends.

the words leave your mouth faster than you think them as you exclaim, “this is so much better than what I had planned...”

eyes becoming all squinty from smiling so widely, he gently grabs your hand and leads you to the blanket.

“come on, baby, let’s eat.”

your heart is pounding in your chest as he pulls you into his lap on the floor and you’re sure he can feel your heat. he knows how it affects you but does it anyway, enjoying the way you blush and become shy at his outward affection.

~

most of the food was gone by this point save for the bowl of watermelon. empty plates are strewn across the blanket but you don’t mind as you’re leaning comfortably against his shoulder with your legs spread out in front of you. he mindlessly plays with the hem of your shirt and talks nonsense about a game he was playing with the members the other day. you’re nodding along to his story, eyes closed when he stops talking.

“you’re falling asleep, aren’t you?”

“no,” you mumble your reply.

“sure..." he huffs, "I can think of something that’ll wake you up.”

you roll your eyes and sit up, testing the waters. “oh yea? what’re you gonna do?”

the next thing you know your back is on the ground and he’s got you in a kiss that practically causes your pants to fly off. it’s rough and sloppy, his hands harshly cup the side of you face and his crotch presses between your thighs. you kiss back with the same intensity, hands flying to his hair and tugging at his roots, causing him to moan deliciously into your mouth. you’re trying to not let him get the upper hand but you’re no match as he has much more energy than you. he tastes like the food you’ve been eating, though you don’t mind. you’re tapping his shoulder to breathe and his lips work their way down the column of your throat, nipping and sucking harshly, giving you the opportunity to breathe but you’re still struggling from the sensation of his lips. any tiredness in your body has been replaced with heat and surprise, effectively waking you up. just as soon as he’s pounced on you, he’s pulling back to kneel above you, a cheeky smile lining his lips.

“told you I could wake you up.”

mouth agape, your leg comes to kick him in the side. he’s giggling and sitting back more, moving plates out of the way before he yanks your hips towards him.

“I’m thinking about dessert, how about you?” your eyes widen at his words and audibly swallow.

“I’m down for whatever,” you reply, eyes shaking slightly as his hands come up to push your shirt back.

soft, open mouth kisses are pressed against your stomach, occasional nips and sucks following. you watch him propped on your elbows, eyes becoming hazy as he continues to push your shirt up, exposing your chest. he nips at the exposed skin of your breast, humming a kiss along your collarbone. breath shaky, one hand comes up to stroke him head, pushing his long hair out of his eyes. seonghwa smiles up at you before leaning back to rest on his feet. you watch as he brings the watermelon closer to the both of you, the cool ceramic grazing your side. he picks one up and placed it between his lips, leaning back down to capture yours in a soft kiss. you smile into the kiss, accepting the watermelon and the sweet taste lingering on his lips. he does this a few more times, hands roaming your body. when his teeth toy at your bottom lip, your back arches slightly in a moan and he does it again. a mock gasp leaves your throat as you playfully hit him but it wavers when you feel his hands come to cup your breasts.

“so pretty,” he murmurs as his hands travel down your body once more.

they settle at your hips, squeezing them gently. it’s silent for a few moments as he just sits playing with the band of your pants. the silence breaks when you feel a tug at them, questioning eyes meeting your own. you nod and lift your hips, allowing him to slide your pants off. he sighs when he sees your thighs, running his palms up and down them, also giving them some squeezes.

“you know how much I love these?”

he asks it to no one in particular, but it leaves you a mess of butterflies. he plucks another cube of watermelon from the bowl and sets it on your stomach, watching how it moves up and down as you breathe. seonghwa leans forward again, warm breath fanning your stomach and presses an open mouthed kiss to the area, sucking the watermelon into his mouth. he licks the remaining juice on your stomach before placing more cubes on your thighs. you almost squirm but don’t want the watermelon to fall and make a mess so you stay still, breathing erratic while he eats the fruit off your body. your legs clench together in order to provide some needed friction which only spurs him on. he presses more kisses to your thighs, prying them open and getting closer to your core. through your panties, his nose brushes against your clit which causes you to let out a soft whine, fists clenching when he places a wet kiss there.

“can I take these off, love?”

you let out an earnest yes, making him giggle a bit before shimmying them down your legs. his finger swipes up your folds, circling your clit. it’s not enough but it has you whining and trying to press against him for more. he complies and flattens him tongue against you, dragging it up slowly and sucking harshly. your back arches and you let out a shaky breath as he works you with his tongue and fingers. he always knows exactly what to push and where to press to get you making the prettiest noises, your vision going hazy for a few moments. he easily works you towards a leg shaking orgasm, thighs clenching around his ears while you let out mewls and cries. when he keeps going you cry out from the sensitivity but it’s relaxes by the overwhelming pleasure. his fingers bring you to another release before he’s finished, coming up to kiss you. you can taste yourself on his lips, but more importantly you can taste the watermelon he ate off you which almost has you begging for him to do it again.

lazy eyes stray from yours, soft complaints of stickiness falling from your lips. he nods and retrieves a damp towel, wiping away any juice residue and cleaning your inner thighs from your climax. he rests by your side after putting your clothes back on, mindlessly playing with the edge of your shirt once more as he tugs it down your chest. he resumes his tale of the game he played with the while you nod and laugh every so often at the debauchery.

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

The Rift - Chapter Four

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: Chapter is T, overall fic is E (18+ only, explicit smut)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: ridiculous dialogue, pining between so many characters, unrealistic heroics technology used as plot contrivances

Summary: After the Heroics manage to close the Rift, trapping Marcus Acacius on the wrong side of time and space, the group enlists Marcus Moreno for help. The leader of the Heroics is still dealing with the fallout of the Rift, but he's fascinated by the unlikely visitor to their time... almost as much as he is interested in the FBI Agent who called him.

A/N: LOOK AT OUR LITTLE GUYS GO!!!! They're settling in nicely to their routine of talking late into the night ;)

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(Moreno)

Closing the Rift hadn’t solved all of Marcus’s problems, but then again, he should never have expected it to. Sure, the White House was much happier now that a giant crack in space was no longer glowing ominously just a few steps from the White House lawn, but the general public seemed to take any excuse to take to the streets. When the Rift had appeared, groups protested Heroics’ control of the area, despite Marcus’s repeated comments about being concerned with public safety and the general wellbeing of space and time in general. Now, predictably, people are angry that the Rift had been closed with little-to-no exploration of the phenomenon. And he gets it, really, he does. But his first priority had to be the safety of the city, not to mention the department’s accountability to the US Government. The powers that be had said “Shut the portal,” and Marcus wasn’t in any place to disobey direct orders.

He pinches the bridge of his nose again, pushing up the thick frames of his glasses as he does so, and glances at the muted plasma screen in the corner of his office. The news has been showing footage of the protests for hours now, and Marcus watches glumly as the camera zooms in on a hastily-written posterboard that reads “I WANTED TO SEE WHAT WAS IN THE LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA.”

His intercom buzzes, and Marcus angrily presses the ‘off’ button on the TV remote before answering, “Yes?” The metal stapler on his desk wobbles back and forth slightly, and the Heroic has to shake his head rapidly back and forth to force his powers back down to a low simmer.

“Someone from the FBI here to see you?”

Marcus’s stapler suddenly implodes on itself. Shit.

“Listen, will you National Security guys give it a rest?” he snaps irritably as the door opens. “We’ve got the situation under control. If I have any updates, I’ll contact you, but at the moment, consider no news is good news.”

The Agent looks surprised at the outburst. “I’m not from NSB,” he says slowly. 

“Which department is coming to yell at me, now?” Marcus deadpans.

“My name is Special Agent Pike, I’m with Art Crimes.”

“...Art Crimes?”

“And actually, I really need your help.”

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh, shit.” The Heroic paces back and forth in front of his desk taking in everything Agent Pike had just told him. This is what happens when you’re pulled in a million different directions. His own research department had been begging for access, the CIA was screaming at him every day about Homeland Security, and the fucking President called him personally to ask what he was doing to make the Rift go away.

This is how mistakes happen. Things get missed, people get hurt. He sinks, with defeat, into one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“This man, you said he’s at your apartment right now?”

“Not mine, no. My, uh… my friend’s. Actually, more of a consultant. Yeah, a consultant. She’s a curator at the National Gallery of Art,” Pike says, as if this explains everything. 

“Why involve this other person? This… museum employee?”

“I mean, she’s an expert,” the Agent says vehemently. “She’s a classical Archaeologist, was helping us with some smuggled artifacts relating to the Rift… Anyway, she’s brilliant, and I knew she’d be able to help, and sure enough, she’s speaking Latin like it’s a normal, everyday thing to do and teaching this guy English.”

“How long did you say this man has been in your custody?” Marcus asks.

“About eight hours.”

Marcus studies the Agent. He feels like being a public servant has beaten him down over the years, turning the once-optimistic superhero who wanted to save the world into the jaded, tired old man he is now. Agent Pike’s demeanor seems to indicate that he’d somehow escaped the gradual decline into pessimism. No, this was a man who loved his job wholeheartedly, and it showed. The fire in his eyes was galvanizing… and beautiful.

The Heroic stands abruptly. “I want to see him.”

(Pike)

Marcus hesitantly taps on your door, having no idea what to expect on the other side. 

Even still, when the tall, broad man who was formerly dressed in full Roman regalia and is now wearing a faded Bryn Mawr hoodie and pajama pants and holding a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch answers the door, Marcus is struck dumb. 

“Hello!” the man announces seriously.

“Hey! Sorry. We’ve been practicing.” your face pops up near his elbow, giving Marcus a little wave.

“How are you today! I am fine, how are you!” the man at the door bellows loudly.

“What the…” Marcus Moreno mutters under his breath. 

“My. Name. Is. Marcus. Acacius,” Marcus Acacius says haltingly. 

“That’s his last name!” you pipe up with a giddy smile. “He is a general in the Emperor’s army.”

“See-ree-all,” Marcus Acacius says, holding up the box before grabbing another handful of his snack. 

“That’s a tough word,” you shrug. 

“You’re feeding a Roman general processed sugar from a box,” Marcus Pike says flatly.

“I’m sorry, I’m single-handedly teaching a Roman man how to speak modern English and you are criticizing my choice of food?”

“His name is Marcus?” the Hero asks skeptically. 

“Yep,” you chirp brightly. “Marcus, meet Marcus. And you’ve already met Marcus. Hi Marcus, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.” You hold out your hand for the newcomer to shake. 

“This is chaos,” Marcus says as he takes your hand. 

The General also offers his hand. “Hello, how are you today! I am fine, how are you!”

“I’ve barely been gone two hours,” Marcus says with a disbelieving laugh. “And he’s speaking full sentences.”

“Tee-vee is magic,” the General tells him. “I also come here by magic.”

“Pretty much,” the Agent agrees with a chuckle. “You okay?” he asks, looking at you. 

“You showed up in the middle of the night with a man who happens to come from exactly the time of my expertise and area of study,” you say, leveling a finger at him. “I’m doing… amazing! Honestly, this is the most exciting day of my life.” Sobering, you glance between your new pupil and the leader of the Heroics. “What about him? Will he be able to return home?”

“Home,” Marcus Acacius nods enthusiastically. “To Roma.”

Marcus Pike looks at the hero with discerning eyes. He can see the lines on his face, the worry etched on his forehead. A man who’s in over his head, struggling to stay afloat as the pressure threatens to pull him under. He knows that feeling well. 

The man shakes his head sadly, looking pained.

“No?” the Roman asks. “No Roma?”

“I… I don’t know,” the hero admits. 

“Nescio,” you translate, and the man looks troubled. 

The Hero glances over at Marcus, and something in his return gaze seems to spur him into action. “No, hang on,” Moreno adds. “The Heroics caused this mess. The Heroics will fix it. I’ll see to it.” 

“How will I get in touch with you?” Marcus asks as he turns for the door. Moreno pauses, and looks back. “Let me give you my direct line, okay?” 

Wordlessly, Marcus hands him his phone and watches as the man taps in his number and hands it back. He presses the ‘Call’ button, and the Hero’s own phone dings in his pocket before Marcus cancels the call. 

“Now you’ve got mine, too.”

The Heroic flushes slightly, and nods. “I’ll be in touch. Marcus. And uh, Marcus.” He nods perfunctorily at the Roman general, and leaves. 

“That was weird,” you laugh, breaking the silence that had fallen over the apartment.

“What was?”

“It was like he had a crush on you or something,” you tell Marcus. 

He snorts. “I find that hard to believe.” 

“Why? You’ve a good-looking man.”

Marcus tries to ignore the way his heart aches at your words. “Sure,” he jokes.

“What? I’m serious.”

“He’s the leader of the Heroics. He could do better.” It’s meant to be another joke, but it comes out slightly more maudlin than intended. 

“That’s your protest? That he could do better? Hang on–Marcus, are you gay?”

“No!” The protest is far too loud. “I mean, I’ve dabbled. It’s not… y’know.”

“You should go for it,” you say, shrugging your shoulders in a way that’s meant to be nonchalant, but Marcus can see the strain behind your eyes with the effort of playing it cool. 

“That’s not who I’m interested in,” he says quietly. He forces himself to look directly into your eyes as he says this, despite the pounding in his heart. 

“Oh,” you whisper, your voice shaking slightly as you flash him a cautious, shy smile. 

“Quid est?”

The question cuts through the moment, and Marcus turns to see the General holding a souvenir snow globe of the Parthenon and looking very confused. 

“Your turn,” you tell Marcus with a laugh.

(Moreno)

It takes one week for the leader of the Heroics to call.

A few metal pens clink together in the sleek black canister on Marcus’s desk as he taps on the words ‘Agent Pike’ and puts the phone to his ear. 

“This is Pike,” comes the response at the other end of the call.

“Hi–” Marcus clears his throat. “Hi. It’s Marcus. Moreno.”

“I know.” He can hear the chuckle in the man’s voice. “I hope you’ve got good news.”

“Yes, and no,” Marcus admits. 

“Can I get the ‘yes’ first?” Agent Pike jokes. 

“My team thinks they can recreate the energy blast that created the Rift without causing a massive explosion or a uh… black hole that swallows the entire planet.”

“That sounds like a positive,” the Agent says optimistically.

“The bad news is that they don’t know how long it’s going to take to invent that kind of technology from scratch. But I’ve explained the situation and the urgency behind it and I’ve got people working ‘round the clock to recreate the Rift and get Marcus Acacius back home.”

“That’s great,” the other man says cheerfully. In the background, he hears your voice cheering as well. “Sorry, I put it on speaker,” Marcus laughs. 

“How is the General, by the way?” he asks. 

“Oh, he’s fine. Learning more about modern life, has quite a few more words under his belt. We took him shopping for some new clothes the other day, that was… fun.” 

Marcus snorts, trying to imagine a person from two thousand years in the past attempting to navigate a modern mall. 

“And the two of you… you’re handling it? Keeping it quiet?”

“Oh, yeah. Haven’t told anyone else, obviously. We’ve been taking turns going to work, taking a few vacation days here and there, not raising any suspicions about our sudden odd behavior.”

“I appreciate it,” Marcus tells him sincerely. “Oh hey–I almost forgot. I have something for you. Bit of Heroics tech that might help you guys out.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Can I stop by your colleague’s apartment later today to deliver it?” 

“Yeah, of course,” the Agent answers. “We’ll see you then.”

(You)

This might be the best week of your life. 

Hiding a fugitive Roman General in your apartment probably should be stressing you out, but instead you’re having the time of your life. 

The situation, by default, has forced you into close proximity with Special Agent Pike, a man you’ve longed to know as more than just an occasional colleague from the moment you met him. At a minimum, he’s at your place every evening as soon as he can get away from work without people asking questions, but there have been several days that the both of you had called off and spent the day together with your temporary houseguest.

And then there’s Marcus Acacius. 

A brilliant man, he’s done his best to adjust to his new surroundings. He certainly cut an intimidating figure dressed in full regalia on your doorstep at three in the morning, but even in his new wardrobe, he still manages to look just as commanding. He almost looks ‘normal’ standing in your kitchen, wearing khakis and a button-up and filling a glass of water from the tap, but there’s always a hint of otherworldliness about him that no amount of modern clothing can camouflage. 

His eyes are sharp and astute, and his gaze always seems to make the heat rise to your cheeks. His presence seems to fluster Marcus as well; you notice him trip over his words on occasion, and you swear you saw the man blush when he had to help button the General’s new shirt after your little shopping trip. 

If anything, having the two of them in your home feels… cozy. 

You almost wish it didn’t have to come to an end. 

A knock at the door startles you out of your reverie. 

“Take bets, is that the pizzas or the Heroic?” Marcus chuckles from his spot on the couch. 

“It’s the pizza,” you call out when you open the door to the intoxicating smell of cheese, bread, and garlic. As you’re paying the deliverer, however, the stairwell door opens and Marcus Moreno walks hesitantly toward you. 

“Is this a bad time?” he asks. “You guys look like you’re about to have dinner.”

“Of course not! We thought maybe you’d like to stay and have some, so we got extra.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude…” he begins.

Hearing the exchange, Pike joins you at the door and beckons the man in with a little jerk of his head. “Don’t be silly. Come have dinner with us.”

Marcus Moreno hesitates for just a moment longer, and then shrugs. “Okay.”

After spending most of the week together, you, Marcus, and Marcus have settled into a dinner routine. You line up and open the pizza boxes as the Roman grabs a stack of plates from the cabinet and Marcus fills four glasses with ice and water and carries them to the table.

“Hello, how are you?” Marcus Acacius asks the Heroic politely.

“Hey,” Moreno grins. “You look like you’re settling in.”

“I am very well,” the man answers. “Pizza is a very good food.”

The Hero laughs. “You’re right about that.” 

The four of you eat dinner in companionable silence. As usual, the General eats far more than anyone else, finishing off almost an entire pizza by himself. You can’t help but wonder about his life in Rome–what he does, what he eats, where he lives. You’ve tried to ask, but the language barrier forces your conversations to be short and simple. You wish you could talk to him, really talk. He must have some incredibly interesting things to say…

After dinner, you pour four glasses of wine. The Roman grins widely at you, flashing his teeth. “Vino, excellent,” and you smile back, ducking your head a little and subconsciously glancing over at Pike. You aren’t sure what you’re worried about–jealousy, maybe?–but the Agent nods fondly and raises his glass in a silent toast. 

“Let me show you what I brought,” the Heroic announces as the four of you sit in the living room. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple of devices that are slightly larger and thicker than cell phones, but not by much. 

“We actually developed these to speak to aliens back when we were dealing with that situation with the Throqans several years ago. They were indispensable in helping us communicate and deescalate what could have turned into some kind of intergalactic war,” Marcus Moreno explains, switching one of the devices on. “It wasn’t until after that we realized we could program it to translate human languages. I had someone add a new function just for you. Here, say something.” He holds the device up to Marcus Pike. 

“Uh… this is me, saying something.” 

Immediately, the device emits a string of perfect Latin. The General perks up, cocking his head to the side and examining the device intently. 

“These will translate anything you say in English into Latin, or vice versa,” Moreno says, and the words are again repeated back in Latin. “You want to try?” he asks, holding the device out to Marcus Acacius, who takes it carefully in one large hand and says something into it.

“So many times every day I say to myself, ‘This thing must be magic,’ and I find I must say it once again.”

You let out a little shriek of delight. Marcus Pike laughs joyfully and claps the Heroic on the shoulder. 

“This is incredible! Marcus, thank you,” he says, his hand still on the man’s shoulder. You don’t miss how the very tips of the Hero’s ears turn pink. 

“It’s the least I could do. They all come with earpieces, too, so you can each automatically hear translations of everything that’s said.” 

The Roman speaks into the translator again. “Do you also bring news of when I might return home?”

Marcus Moreno bites his lip. “I wish I could say I did, but I don’t. The technology is still only theoretical. We’ve been running tests, but so far, nothing has been successful.”

Acacius listens to the translation, nodding slowly and looking somewhat disappointed. Suddenly, though, he brightens, and speaks again. 

“Ah well, if there are more pizza dinners in my future, then so be it.”