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[nikosama13]

Monster Trio forgetting it's your birthday! (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x Reader)

Description: The monster trio (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji) forget about your birthday!? As one of the brighter crewmates reminds them about it, hopefully they could get you a gift on time or something more..

(A little suggestive..)

Side Notes: Hello my wonderful Loves! This is my absolute fav ideas so far. Plus it’s on my birthday!♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ (Probably spelling mistakes)

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Luffy:

It was the day of your birthday and Luffy woke up in his room as it was like another casual day on the Thousand Sunny, completely forgetting about it.

As he left his room, the ocean breeze hit him in the face which was a new and refreshing feeling for him. The waves were strong but it wasn’t anything that the Sunny couldn’t handle.

He began walking down the hall planning to go sit on the bow of the ship. But then his stomach grumbled, so he made a “quick” detour to the kitchen to get what other than meat.

When he entered the kitchen, it was decorated with colorful string lights and a gorgeous table cloth.

To his left he saw Nami and Robin decorating. Nami was on a ladder and Robin was passing party banners with her devil fruit. To his right he saw Sanji baking something up which smelled great but it wasn’t meat..

“Hii! Whatcha guys doing??” Luffy said in his excited manor.

Nami and Robin turned to face him while Sanji was already walking over to the fridge to get Luffy his meat he has been so longing for.

“We're decorating for y/n’s birthday.” Nami smiled as she tapped down the colorful fabric.

Luffy’s jaw hung from his mouth and his eyes popped out.

“Don’t tell us you forgot..” Robin shot him a concerned look.

“Ah- Uh- Mh-.. of course not..” he looked towards Sanji trying to change the subject.

“Hey, Sanji! Is my meat ready?” He tried to worry about all that confusing birthday stuff later, however he did know that it held great importance to you and the crew.

“Yeah.” Sanji glared at Luffy and set down his meal.

After about 8 minutes Luffy finished eating and ran off to his room.

Nami and Robin giggled about how Luffy was acting and his forgetfulness, but on the other hand it wasn’t like his behavior was anything new to them.

Luffy jetted into his room and began brainstorming ideas on what you’d even want for your birthday. He thought about giving you some food or maybe a pet..? He was really stuck but also really wanted to give you something.

Then it hit him.. He ran out of this room and down to Ussop’s workshop.

The doors swung open, scaring Usopp. “Usopp! I need your help!”

Luffy was hoping he could make this happen.

Usopp jumped out of his chair and hid under the table.

“Jeez Luffy.. y'know you could knock next time..” Usopp scratched the back of his head and sat back up on his chair making room for Luffy to sit.

“So what do you want exactly..?” he asked Luffy.

After a long story of explaining what happened and what he wanted to make for you, him and Usopp spent the rest of the day making this “unknown” gift for you.

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Right now it was night and all the crew members of the Straw hats were hiding in the kitchen. This included Luffy and Usopp. They all awaited you, as soon as the door handle clicked they’d jump..

You were super confused and almost scared that someone had maybe captured your friends while you were getting ready in your new party dress Nami helped you pick out.

It was too quiet..

Then the door handle clicked and you walked in..

“SURPRISE!!” The whole crew said together.

“Awhh! Thank you so much guys!” you flustered immediately at everyone’s thought of putting this together just for you.

“Have a seat mademoiselle~” Sanji pulled out a chair for you at the table.

After you sat down, everyone scurried around the table and plopped down in their seats.

Then they sang you ‘Happy Birthday’ and your cheeks flushed even more with embarrassment.

Lastly, Sanji handed over to you a knife to cut the cake.

You didn’t even take a second to admire the masterful art work Sanji had put into the whole piece and instead you cut into it like you were stabbing someone.

Later on, after everyone’s wonderful gifts to you it was Luffy’s turn..

Everyone sat silently, surprised their captain actually remembered and brought something.

Now the real question was if it was any good.

You slowly unwrap the decently sized box and low and behold an adorable music box with your name engraved in the front of it and your favorite colors painted all around.

Everyone stared at Luffy including you.

Then you flipped the music box over to twist the knob and you also noticed some lettering saying “Built by Usopp The Great”.

You smiled at Usopp, also thanking him for his hard work.

Finally.. It was time for some real partying as all of you sang and danced.

Most of the crew got drunk too, excluding Chopper, Robin, and Sanji.

You and drunk Luffy headed out alone to the front part of the Sunny when you planted a small kiss on his forehead, making both of you a blushing mess.

“Thank you..Luffy.” you smiled and gave him a signature Nami hug as your chest engulfed his face.

By the end of the night the music box was placed in the center of your vanity but shaking violently. I wonder why.. (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)

Zoro:

Zoro was in a deep sleep..

That was, until he woke to the sounds of the Straw Hats running around the ship frantically.

Pots and tins clattering, Nami’s voice yelling at what sounded like to Luffy and Usopp “do something helpful around here!” and lastly chopper’s hooves running on the deck, holding some colorful paper.

“Oi, what the hell is going on here??” Zoro said unhappy, because he was awakened from his nap. He rubbed his eyes and was met with the unpleasant sight of.. Sanji.

Sanji shot him a mean glare, “It’s y/n’s Birthday, mosshead.”

Zoro was too shocked to talk back to Sanji, instead he sat there on the floor with his eyes bulging out of his head.

“Oh.” Zoro said flustered because of his forgetfulness.

“Looks like someone forgot~” Sanji teased.

“Shut up, cook” Zoro stood up and walked towards Sanji.

Both of them cracked their knuckles, ready to brawl.

Nami rolled her eyes in a “here we go again..” manner. Then she proceeded to take care of the situation..

Zoro and Sanji parted ways with huge bumps on their heads.

When Zoro arrived in his room he plopped down on this bed and tried to sleep, but something was bugging him..

Like he was forgetting something.. your gift.

He sprung out of his bed and began pacing around his room, thinking of what to buy you.

Something new.. Or old.. Shiny or brightly colored.

He had no clue.

As the day went on and you and the Straw Hats partied. Drinks, food, “wonderful” singing from Luffy, and dancing.. it was almost like the ocean was dancing with you.

However Zoro, watched you closely. No gift in mind or hand at the moment..

Then Chopper announced “Let's open these gives y/n!”

You smiled and nodded.

“Sure, I’d love to!” The crew went around in a circle and passed you their gifts.

Nami gave you a new dress with your favorite colors and Robin bought you a small pocket mirror.

“Thank you so much guys!” you smiled and thanked them.

Sanji turned to Zoro purposely, knowing that Zoro wouldn't have a gift for you.

“How about you, mosshead..?”

Sanji smirked at him.

Zoro glared at him, it was as if he wanted to cut him in two.

“I have something in mind, but it shouldn’t concern you, cook.” he continued to stare a hole through Sanji.

“Hm.. sure you do..” then Sanji turned to you.

“If the mosshead doesn’t give you a gift I’ll take care of it.” he winked at you.

You nodded again, kind of grossed out and looked away from the whole situation.

After the Straw Hats left the deck and were probably sleeping from all the partying.

You walked up to Zoro and looked at him.

“So what’s this secret gift.. Hm?” You stood in front of him.

“Heh. Impatient I see..” he leaned in super close to you.

“W-why so close..?” you started getting flustered.

“I’m just giving you my gift…” he smirked mischievously at you.

Then it happened so quickly that your brain needed a couple of seconds to process what he was doing to you.

He was kissing you.

You didn’t pull away though.. you pushed yourself closer on him.

After a solid minute he pulled you two apart. He was blushing and panting, but so were you.

“Did you enjoy your birthday gift..?”

“Very much so..” you smiled at him.

On the bright side I guess you wouldn't have to be telling Sanji how Zoro didn’t get you a gift..

Sanji:

It was a sunny day on the Thousand Sunny. Sanji woke up as per usual and made the crew their breakfast.

As the Straw Hats ate, they began speaking about you.

Specifically your birthday.

“I’m gonna get y/n one of those music boxes for her birthday!” Nami announced as she smiled ear-to-ear.

When Sanji heard this he almost burnt the meat he was cooking up for Luffy.

“T-that’s today..?” Sanji asked, his voice shaky.

“Duh!” Luffy butted in.

“Oh..” Sanji was trembling as thoughts raced through his mind. He felt ashamed.

How could he forget? Why did he forget? Was he that busy he forgot about you?

But most of all, what would he get you..? However, with luck on his side they were close to arriving at a port with supplies.

Hopefully.. no, he would definitely buy you something from there.

No matter what.

A couple of hours went by and the crew had finally docked in port and everyone ran off somewhere.

Nami, You, and Robin went out shopping, as your way of celebrating. Luffy, Ussop, Franky and Chopper ran out to some restaurant and lastly, Zoro was keeping watch over the ship. In other words he was sleeping..

As for Sanji.. Well he was scrambling all over town to find you something.

Eventually, the crew all met back up on the ship with “minor” issues.

The rest of the night was dedicated to you, drinking, dancing, and making a mess of the ship.

When you opened your gifts up you loved everything you got. From a new handbag to a half-alive fish from Luffy.

Then it was Sanji’s turn.

He handed the gift over to you. It was wrapped to perfection in expensive paper..

When you unwrapped it, you were met with a small box.

Then you opened the box and to your surprise it was a stunning ruby necklace.

“S-sanji.. This is beautiful..” you picked up the piece and examined every shine and detail of it.

Sanji just simply stood there and smiled at you.

“H-how much was th-” he cut you off.

“The price doesn’t matter, mademoiselle. But.. if I were you, I’d look at the back of it..” he said, smiling so hard it hurt.

You spun the piece around on it's back side and there it said..

"Be mine.”

Your cheeks became a shade of crimson.

Everyone else on the Sunny was either drunk or knocked out cold on the floor, sleeping.

“Will you..?” Sanji stepped closer to you and sneakily creeped his hands up your waist.

“Y-yes, yes I will.” you blushed, it was like your body was a magnet to his.

He could resist the way you looked at him, all shy and confused.

So he kissed you.

It lasted for a few seconds and you two pulled apart.

“Shall we take this to my room madam..?” He smiled mischievously.

“Of course dear.” you smiled back.

Let’s just say that your new necklace wasn’t the only thing taken off that night.. ~~~

The End~

Thank you so, so, so much for reading! (It’s also my birthday today so tysm! <3)

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[awfcspencer]

Photo Shoot || alexia putellas x reader

alexia putellas x photographer!reader

prompt:

warnings: none!

From the first moment your hands touched a camera lens, you immediately fell in love with it. You received your first camera on your 10th birthday and immediately went around and began taking pictures of your cake, your guest, and even the presents you had already opened. For you, taking pictures became more than a hobby, it became your safe space, your own little world. You loved being a photographer so much that you made a career out of it, becoming very renounced and sought after to take companies’ pictures. Your usual subjects consisted of models or brands, but one day you got a call to photograph something a bit different.

“Hello?” you said as you answered your phone, taking a slight break from the shoot you were currently working on.

“Hello! Is this Y/N?”

“This is her, yes.”

“Great! Listen, we have seen some of your work and would love to have you come shoot a few of our players for our upcoming football season.” The man on the phone says.

Thinking about it for a few seconds, as it was something you had never really done before, you said, “Okay, yeah I think that is something I could do, but just one question, who is this?”

“Oh I am so sorry, I never introduced myself. This is Jonatan and I am the coach here at FC Barcelona Femeni.” he quickly says.

After figuring out the small details about when and where, he eventually hangs up and you open instagram to see what exactly you were getting into. You decently knew football but never really paid deep attention. Upon doing a deep dive on their social media, one particular player stood out to you, Alexia Putellas.

She was not only incredibly talented, winning almost every award possible and taking the football world by storm, but she was also incredibly beautiful. Tanned, perfect skin with toned muscles and pink hair that complemented her eyes, she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.

The next few weeks go by quickly and suddenly you were on your way to do the photoshoot. The plan was to shoot the girls at Camp Nou and doing a few single shots for each player in their full kit.

After entering the massive stadium, you were initially amazed at the architecture and the Barcelona memorabilia spread across. You were ushered towards the pitch and began unloading some of your equipment to began shooting.

Stood on the pitch and passing around the football, Mapi and Alexia noticed your arrival.

“Who is that and how do I get to know her on a personal level?” Mapi asks, mouth parted slightly, taking in your appearance.

Alexia was unaware you had arrived and looked over after Mapi had spoke, “I would assume the photographer for today, seeing as she has a massive camera and setting up a tripod.” Alexia eyes found yours. She noticed you were slightly shorter than her, dressed in a casual outfit that was slightly revealing on your upper torso, and hair in a low bun that showed off your defined neck and collarbone.

Mapi went to hit Alexia on the shoulder after her incredibly sarcastic comment but quickly noticed how Alexia was quite literally sent into a trance looking at you.

“Close your mouth Ale, you might catch a few stray flies.” Mapi claps back as she makes her way over to you.

Suddenly aware of the player approaching you, you look up to see Maria Pilar Leon, or at least you were pretty sure it was her after your social media stalking, reaching her hand out towards you.

“Hi, I am Mapi” she smiles.

“Hello, Y/N” you reply back and shake her hand. “I am almost ready to begin, I just need to change my lens real quick” you tell her.

You notice Alexia hiding behind Mapi, a sort of wave of nervousness over her. “I am Alexia” she says in a low voice, almost whispering.

“Y/N” you tell her, sending her a large smile, making Alexia’s cheeks turn a dark shade of red. She was even more beautiful in person than on instagram.

A few more of the Barcelona girls begin to make their way towards you guys, most also introducing themselves and falling into light conversations with each other.

Alexia stayed near you though, asking a few occasional questions, becoming more comfortable than when you first met the football star.

“How did you begin taking photos” she asks.

“I got a camera for my 10th birthday and I kind of fell in love with it. I love using my creativity to create beautiful photos. Seeing the final product after initially looking at it through the lens is really important to me. Finding beauty through photos” you explain to her. Loving how Alexia seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

“That is really cool Y/N” Alexia says. She can see the passion when you speak about photography. A small smile appearing on her face in the way your eyes dilate and your face lights up speaking about taking photos.

“Alright girls, I am finished setting up and ready to take photos” you say out but your words fall on deaf ears as most of the girls are all talking together.

“Everyone listen, time to take photos!” Alexia yells out to her team as she notices no one has listened to your request to begin. The girls get together and in their assigned positions in almost seconds.

“Thank you Alexia” you tell her as you send her a gracious smile.

Snapping a few team photos, adjusting a few of the girls occasionally to get the best shots. You need to change the angle of your tripod so you let the girls take a quick break.

“Saw you chatting it up to Y/N” Mapi teases Alexia.

“She is really sweet and passionate, and also incredibly gorgeous” Alexia replies.

“Are you going to make a move?” Mapi asks, hoping Alexia will say yes.

“I don’t even know anything about her Mapi, does she even like women?” Alexia quietly shouts back at her.

Finished changing the angle, you take a few more pictures and now move to individual shots. Having each girl come separately and snapping each one. Although the initial request to shoot the team was a bit out of your realm, the day had gone pretty smooth.

Mapi was up next but before you could begin taking her photos, she asked you, “Y/N do you have a boyfriend?”

Blindsided by the question to fall into a big of a coughing fit as your cheeks turn a dark shade of red. Alexia noticing almost immediately and grabs you a bottle of water and hand it to you. Taking a drink and calming down you say, “Oh I am not interested in men, but a girlfriend, no, I am single” you reply, laughing slightly. Sending Alexia a grin, “Thank you for the water Ale.” Alexia becoming as nervous as she was when you first met her returned the smile.

“Oh okay, was just wondering” Mapi laughs out.

Finishing her shots and a few more of the girls, it was finally Alexia’s turn, the last girl to go.

Behind the camera, Alexia’s beauty was portrayed through the lens. You get a bit caught up in the moment and just stare, mouth becoming a bit dry and the stadium becoming a bit hot.

“You look stunning Ale” you tell her, turning the camera around and showing her one of the photos. Alexia’s heartbeat increases as she hears you give her a nickname. Becoming tongue tied as instead of replying, she grabs your hand to take a closer look at the camera. Alexia’s hand on yours is warm, and you look into her eyes as she is staring at your camera. Noticing your closeness, she steps back and says, “Those look amazing Y/N. You really are a wizard with a camera.”

“You’re so sweet Alexia” you reply.

Since Alexia was the last person to go, you were completely finished and began packing up your belongings.

“Go make a move Alexia, seriously, you seem entirely entranced by her. I have never seen you so nervous to even be near.” Mapi says trying to convince Alexia.

“Mapi, she’s drop dead gorgeous, there is no way she doesn’t have so many woman pining over her. What if I’m not even her type.” Alexia replies, almost trying to convince herself that you wouldn’t want her so she wouldn’t get her heart broken.

Mapi pushes Alexia towards you, simply yelling, “Y/N”.

Looking up hearing your name being yelled and Alexia being pushed by Mapi towards you.

“Hey again, look… um… would you maybe want to get coffee sometime?” she asks, appearing incredibly nervous.

“I was hoping you would ask.” as find a scrap piece of paper, jotting down your number.

You send Alexia a quick wink and gather your things and exit.

Running back towards Mapi, Alexia yells, “I GOT HER NUMBER!!”

[rixsjwb]

famous, drop dead gorgeous

summary: you and gojo are actresses, and when fans realize the constant turning on gojos head in your direction, your friendship starts to bloom.

warning: none I hope, grammar mistakes not p4oof read so Proofread it yourself😍

As Gojo Satoru enters the venue, he's met with a bueatiful sight, a modern, gigantic spacious room filled with nicely decorated tables and a stage, with many fans seated not to far from where the actors were suppost to sit.

he wanders around in his black tuxedo, with geto suguru as they looked for their names stated on the golden plates.

fans started to scream ad they see there favorite actor walk pasted the door where the paparazzi where situated, nanami, toji, sukuna, the trio nobara, megumi and itadori, shoko and utahime.

many familiar faces were entering the room, but when a beautiful woman around the same age as him in a simple purple silk dress walked in, he almost thought you were those beautiful girls back in the 1900s.

he hasn't talked to you at all when on set filming the new famous series of Jujutsu Kaisen. He's always watched you from a distance but never made a move, and he wonders why till now.

he watches as you strolled in with the sway of your hips, your mature, attractively sculpted face entered the venue, with your hair put into a sleek swoop and lightly curled at the ends of your straight hair.

he noticed how straight it was other than curled up like it was on set.

he watches as a staff member helped guide you to your seat, but he realizes you're being led near his table area until you were seated not too far from him.

you were diagonal to him seated in front of him, but from the videos that circulated, the internet had counted the number of times he turned his head to look exactly in your direction.

how satoru looked egar to talk to you but something was stopping him, that was until you caught him staring at you when the award show was finally over.

you sent him a soft smile, and satoru never turn his head away so fast.

the videos showed how THE gojo satoru seemed to be freaking out about how you noticed him. suguru just laughed and said something afterward, but it wasn't in recording shot, so you couldn't understand what he was saying.

an other videos circulated where when gojo satoru started a live just hours after the award show ended, he spoke about the experience, how it was and people he met.

when somebody mentioned your name he was quick to talk about you.

"oh y/n! I saw all those videos you guys toke of me looking at her, she's truly a bueatiful girl she's just as beautiful as me!"

"she's actually so pretty, I can not.. she makes me feel some different way. Ugh, SHES SO PRETTY."

the few times he went live suguru joining in, one time his fans caught your attention and manged to influence you to join his live and watch on Instagram.

"y/ns here? WHAT THE FUCK. omg bae Y/N! where is she??!!"

"there she is should I add her? no I shouldn't, no I should I'm adding her FUCK I'm scared don't be a pussy satoru JUST DO IT."

he adds you to hear your heavenly laugh as you pretty much saw his mini freak out session.

but in the end, you guys bonded pretty well.

[tieronecrush]

OKAY I SAW SOMEONE ELSE ASK THIS SOMEWHERE ELSE BUT I HAVE MY OWN TWIST.

So actor!Joel and actress!reader are on set and they have a pool table & Joel finds out that reader has never played pool before and his determined to teacher her. So Joel invites her back to his place where he has a pool table in an “entertainment” kind of room at his place. Then he’s helping reader try to play but she can’t focus with his hands on her and him up against him so after a few shots she just decides to tease him. And then just take it away from there 😫

umm this request made my brain go crazy like first of all, actor!joel?? i picture him similar to matthew mcconaughey (probably cause both are from austin lol) but like slightly a little more awkward or kind of grumpy. just not as pretty boy suave kind of southern charm man like mcconaughey but still obviously handsome and endearing. also i am a sucker for competency of any kind so joel having a skill you don’t have and wanting to teach you?? hot. tysm for requesting this from me, i had so much fun with it!

orange crush

actor!joel x actress!reader

orange crush: the weaker player is given the 5 orange ball and the break, also known as the crush.  this is a handicap with the name derived from the defense of the denver broncos football team.

rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

word count: 4k

warnings: au joel, actor!joel, no age mentioned, no use of y/n, use of pet names (darling, sugar, sweetness, sweet girl, baby), really bad descriptions of playing pool/billiards, mentions of alcohol use, mentions of food/eating, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

i did not proofread cause i am feeling lazy today, so apologies for typos or bad grammar

“Cut! Let’s wrap for lunch everyone, back to shooting in an hour!”

The loud bell rings twice after the director, Nancy, calls out to everyone on set, and you immediately relax from the scene's tension and fall out of character, looking up at Joel kneeling next to you on the mattress in the middle of the soundstage. Broad shoulders lead down to muscular arms, veins popping out of his forearms as he strains to hold his weight comfortably over you. His bare chest feels strong under where your hands are still resting, your legs spread around his hips. The intimacy coordinator, Julie, starts to cross the stage, with two robes in her hands.

“Great job, guys! It all looked awesome on camera, was the choreography more comfortable for you two this time?” Julie smiles as she hands Joel his robe, his frame scooting back away from you and standing up from off the mattress. He clothes himself as you sit up from your position, taking your own dressing gown from Julie.

“Felt a lot better to me, not sure how you felt about it?” Joel’s eyes fall away from you as you dress again, his body turning full towards Julie and his large hand moving up to cradle the back of his neck. The tiny hint of awkwardness behind his body language makes a smile tug at the corners of your mouth; the man is gorgeous and confident in his acting, but the suave persona that most of his characters have doesn’t quite reach Joel. He’s endearing and so incredibly respectful, his Southern manners and caring personality have pulled you to him like a magnet.

“I think it was a lot better too. Much more…natural, I would say.”

Joel nods in agreement and Julie smiles, clapping her hands together as she looks back and forth at the two of you standing on set. After a quick conversation about small details she wants to change up for the handful of takes they want to get after lunch, all three of you part ways. You run back to your trailer to change out of the (minimal) costuming you’ve got on and into some loungewear, heading back over to grab your lunch and eat with some of the crew like you’ve been doing for the entire shoot.

Your eyes scan the room for Joel, disappointment blooming in your chest when he’s nowhere to be found. It’s not like you two had made any plans to hang out over lunch, and after what you had spent all morning doing, you figured he wanted some space to recuperate before getting back at it in an hour.

Both of you have been spending more and more time together in between scenes and after half days of filming. He’ll grab you a coffee and breakfast from craft services most mornings, hand delivering it to you while you get your makeup done, and always getting the right amount of milk and sugar. After one conversation about how much you loved Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice and how Joel had never read the classic novel, you had lent him your prized and battered copy. You'd shown up to your trailer the following Monday to the whole set of Jane Austen classics with beautiful artistic designs across their clothbound covers. The copy you had let him borrow sat next to the set, and the new Pride and Prejudice he had gifted you had been pulled out of the box and laid on top, and when you flipped open the cover, you were met with an inscription Joel had left in his chicken scratch handwriting:

“I can see why you’ve always loved it. You’re Elizabeth. And I admire you ardently. - J”

How could you not have a crush on him after that?

Once you're finished eating, there’s still a generous amount of time left on lunch so you head over to the break area filled with crew members playing cards, lounging around and chatting, and even playing ping pong and pool at the tables on the far end of the room. Searching for a group to join, the royal purple Lakers shirt you saw this morning in the makeup trailer catches your eye.

Joel is leaning over the pool table, cue balanced between the knuckle of his index finger and the pad of his thumb, concentration evident in his constricted pupils and the flat line of his lips pressed together. The hand reached back on his cue pulls the wooden stick back and snaps it forward, sending the white ball rolling quickly across the table and knocking the blue-striped ball inside the corner pocket.

Meandering up to the green felt-covered table, you settle next to one of the sound guys, Phil, to watch as Joel continues his turn. He makes it look easy, sinking two more resin balls into the pockets before his last shot misses by a few centimeters.

Joel’s focus breaks as he lifts his gaze from the surface and holds the cue vertically, head turning towards Phil to say something when he notices you standing there. A smile stretches his mouth to one side, boots shuffling along the concrete floor as he traipses up to you.

“I have to say, those were some impressive skills there, Joel.” He laughs softly and leans on one hip, holding the stick out to the side as it rests on the floor.

“Why thank you, sugar. Could’ve aimed a bit better at that last shot, but I think my angle was off in the first place so I don’t think I was gettin’ it in no matter what I tried.”

“I have no idea what you mean, so I’m just gonna smile and nod like I understand.” Your head moves up and down, and Joel gives you a playfully quizzical look.

“You’ve never played pool, like ever? Not even tryin’ one shot?” You give him a shrug, eyes pulling away from his to watch as Phil sinks one of his shots.

“Never. Didn’t have a table growing up and never had the chance to learn. I barely understand the basic rules, like why do you put them all in the triangle thing and how do you decide who’s the stripes or the fully colored ones?” 

“Well, it’s pretty easy to pick up,” Joel glances at his watch and then looks back at you, your eyes meeting his as he addresses you, “We don’t have much time left on lunch, but I’ve got a table at my place if you’d wanna come by after filming tonight to learn.”

“Oh, no it’s alright. You don’t have to go out of your way to teach me the game, Joel. You should relax and enjoy the night off tonight.”

His lips quirk up in a boyish grin, head shaking as he hits the cue against the ground as if he were announcing a proclamation.

“I insist. I wanna teach you. Plus, what if the next big role you’re up for is for some femme fatale professional pool player? You would definitely need to know at least the basics to get the part.” That makes you laugh, picturing whatever ridiculous movie that would be a part of. Before you can get nervous about the thought of it being only the two of you at his house, the PA announces over the loudspeakers that you and Joel are being called back to set in the next ten minutes. You can feel a flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you match his smile, doing your best to hide the nervous excitement you’re feeling.

“Alright, Mr. Miller. I’ll come by tonight. How’s eight o’clock?”

“Sounds perfect, darlin’. I’ll send you my address.”

Joel is all over his house. Not physically, but you can see and hear and smell him around you as you make your way into the basement behind him, drink that he made you in hand, and listen to him answer your questions about when he moved into the house in the hills.

A worn chestnut leather couch filled with navy blue and rich maroon red throw pillows takes up most of the seating area. You’re surprised by how soft all of his furnishings are, the touches of mid-century modern with eclectic patterns across the whole place with a Turkish rug across the floor and hints of his Texan background in his art decorating the wall and coffee table books on the glass surface.

It feels like a home.

And it’s immediately comfortable, feeling like you’ve spent hours or days of your life here despite it being the first time. 

His pool table is a deep wood, burgundy felt covering the playing surface. It’s a much more modern shape than most tables you’ve seen before, fitting in seamlessly with the rest of the basement.

Joel sets his glass of whiskey down, crossing the room to grab a cue off of the holder on the wall. A small cube of blue chalk sits in his large hand as he comes back to you, trading your drink for the chalk.

“You want to rub the chalk on the end of the cue, keeps it from slipping against the surface of the ball.” He places your drink next to his and steps to the side of you as you both settle at the edge of the table helping you to get the pool stick into position.

His hands cover yours as he instructs you on how to place your hands and fingers to balance the cue for a good shot, leaning back but placing his palm on your lower back as his deep timbre vibrates in your eardrum and sends goosebumps down your spine.

“So you’ve got it all lined up now, does this position feel good to you?”

You nearly joke at the question, your mind pulling you to a completely different scenario. With a hem, you clear your throat and nod, using all of your power to make your voice come out cool and collected.

“Yeah, feels good.”

“Alright then, sugar, give it a shot. Just aim towards the center to break, and then we can take it from there.”

You can still feel him close behind you as you pull the cue back with one hand, forcing it forward and watching as it strikes the solid white ball. Rolling across the table, it makes a knocking sound against the resin of the yellow number one ball. The rest of the triangle falls apart, sending each piece of the game in all directions. You stand up, grinning happily at the results, and feel Joel’s chest against your shoulders.

He steps back a few inches to look down at you, mirroring your expression with a glint of pride in his eyes.

“Great job, darlin’. Seems like you might be a natural at this.”

You’re tempted to make a “that’s what she said joke” to break the tension building in the air, but any words get caught in your throat at the feeling of Joel’s warm hand resting against your waist. He turns you back to the table, mapping out each possible shot you could take to decide whether you’d take the solids or stripes. You go with whatever shot he said last, your brain not computing anything else but his proximity and the smell of his cologne filling your nose. Cedarwood, cypress, patchouli, and vetiver mix together, wafting off of his skin and smelling of summer. All you want to do at the moment is bury your head in his neck, taking in the scent of his cologne with his musk and pressing soft kisses at the corner of his jaw.

 Thoughts babble on about him, half listening to him as he explains the game and helps you with each shot that you make. Heat flows off of him, his calloused fingers from playing guitar brush against your exposed arms in your short sleeve blouse, gently manipulating you into place.

Every touch ripples more adrenaline through your limbs, head lost in the clouds as you imagine him bending you into positions for a different reason.

After a few more shots, fully distracted in your mind, you decide that you’ve had enough of being the only one out of focus. It was so easy for him to get you worked up while teaching you, but wouldn’t it be just as simple to do the same for him as the student?

In the next shot that Joel is teaching you, his hands fall to your hips to angle them closer to the table. You take the opportunity to bend a few inches forward, seemingly reaching to stretch your arm on the table without using your elbow like he had taught you only about fifteen minutes prior. The bend of your spine swings your hips back more, pressing your ass against his thighs and the crotch of his jeans.

“Basically, you’ll want to-to, um,” Joel trips on his words at the contact, letting out a quiet exhale before continuing, “You want to aim the cue to the right side of the ball to spin it and get it to curve towards the left.”

You feign understanding with a nod, using your years of drama training to act confused. You move the cue way too much to the right, looking back over your shoulder at Joel with doe eyes.

God, you hate that you’re acting dumb to tease him, but it’s what you can think of to keep his hands on you. 

“Like this?”

His lips press together in a straight line, eyes avoiding yours as he shakes his head. Stepping out from behind you, he moves to your side and touches the cue instead of your hands to move it to the correct placement.

You take the shot, the spin of the ball too fast and charts off course to hit against the wall. Your back straightens as you stand up, looking at him next to you.

“Maybe it would help to see you do it?”

“Sure, darlin’.” Joel’s lips curl up into a soft smirk, taking the stick from you and setting up the shot for himself. You press in behind him, leaning to look over his shoulder at his form. Fingertips ghost up his spine, splaying out to wrap around the nape of his neck to support yourself. Your chest is pushed against his muscular back, and your free hand slides from his shoulder down his bicep to rest in the crease of his elbow.

A smirk finds your lips as you hear Joel huff out a sigh quietly, easily taking his shot and sinking the ball in the pocket.

Joel stands back up, and your hands stay on him for a second, dropping to take the cue back from him but instead of handing it back to you, he lays it across the table.

“You don’t wanna play anymore?”

Joel leans a hip against the edge of the playing surface, head shaking back and forth as he locks his gaze with yours. His eyes are darker than you’ve seen them before, a confident composure across his relaxed features. He doesn’t say anything more, and you stutter to fill the silence.

“Well, um, should I head out? I know we have an early call time tomorrow so I totally get it if you wanna get some sleep.”

Joel stands up straight, broad frame taking up your vision as he closes the gap between the two of you. One of his hands goes to your cheek, thumbing skating across your skin and your eyes flutter closed at the touch.

“I don’t want you to go, sugar. And I don’t think you wanna leave either. Am I right?”

A thick swallow echoes in your ears when you nod, eyes opening again to fasten with his.

“Yes.”

“And I think, maybe, you want me to kiss you as much as I want to kiss you. Is that right, too?”

“Maybe. I want you to kiss me, but I don’t know how much you wanna kiss me, so I can’t confirm or deny that thought.”

Joel smirks and chuckles softly, eyes rolling playfully.

“Always contesting.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

It’s your turn to smirk, leaning your head into his expansive palm. He tilts your head back to look up at him more, a glimmer of lust in his eyes, and his head moving closer by inches to ghost his lips over yours.

“I do. I like everything about you,” the Texan drawl weaves into his words, a rustic rasp in his voice that floods your core.

Before you can respond, your bottom lip is caught between his in a light kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulls away and you chase after him, connecting in a deeper kiss with him. Your hands find his chest, one slipping up and around his neck to hold him close. Your lips part as you inhale shortly, and Joel takes the chance to lick into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan that gets swallowed in the exchange.

Joel’s hand drops from your face, gripping your hips with his other and turning you to push you back against the pool table. His bulge is flush against you and you cant your hips against him in an attempt to release some of the growing pressure in your gut. Joel groans against your mouth, fingers notching in the waistband of your jeans, pulling his lips away and saying in between panting breaths.

“Is this alright?”

You nod quickly and grab his hands in yours, guiding them toward the button and zipper of your pants.

“More than okay, Joel.”

He takes your words and actions in stride, fingers popping the button loose and drawing down your zipper. He pushes the fabric over the swell of your ass and down your legs while you tug your shirt over your head. As Joel settles on his knees to free your ankles, your hands find the collar of his shirt and pull gently to hint at him.

Immediately, he strips out of the t-shirt he was wearing, tossing it to the side with your garments. Large hands skim across the velvety skin of your thighs, Joel’s ghostly kisses cresting waves of goosebumps. He presses his lips to your clothed mound, a shiver crawling up your spine as it arches and pushes your hips closer to him.

Joel looks up at you with a devilish grin on his face, grip shifting to the sides of your legs and working to turn you around. A hand at your lower back nudges you to bend forward to lay your front on the table’s surface, a whine falling from your lips when you feel Joel’s breath fanning across your panties that are stuck to your center with your wetness.

“Please, Joel…”

“Hmm? What, sweet girl? What do you need from me?”

His hands tease over the folds of your cunt, featherlight touches pulling soft whimpers from you. Your eyes close as you focus on the feeling of his fingers on your skin, taking a breath before answering.

“I need you to touch me. Please, baby.”

Joel hums at the pet name, pressing a kiss to one of your asscheeks before grazing his teeth over the same spot. You moan his name and he chuckles darkly from behind.

“I can do that for you, darlin’. Can I taste you too?”

“Yesyesyes. Pretty please.”

Joel works your panties from your waist, dropping them to fall to your ankles and you step one foot out of them. His hand holds one of your thighs and one of the sides of your ass, pursed lips blowing cool air against your soaked pussy.

“So pretty. Did me teaching you and having my hands on you get you dripping like this, sweetness? Naughty girl.” He smacks a light slap to your backside, using his digits to rub soothing circles into the spot as he leans between your legs and licks up from your clit to your taint, tongue pausing to slip into your entrance to tease you. A moan slips loudly from your lips, eyes screwing shut as you blindly reach to grip the edge of the table.

Joel sucks as your clit, thumb notching at your entrance. Your hips press back to feel more of him, and he lets out a groan at your need. He pulls away with a smack of his lips, biting a nip into your inner thigh.

“Taste so good, baby. Such a sweet pussy for a sweet girl.”

One of his thick fingers drags through your seam, gathering your wetness before slipping easily into your cunt. As he thrusts his digit in and out, his lips attach to your clit again, alternating between tongue-swirling circles and suckling at the spot. Whines pour from your mouth, his name the only coherent word you can speak.

A second finger glides in along with the first, stretching you further and filling you up even more. Grinding back against his face and hand, Joel’s moan vibrates against your pussy and adds to the pleasure he’s building up and up as he kneels behind you.

“Fuck, Joel, want your tongue.”

“Anything you want, sweetness.”

His fingers pull out of you, quickly being replaced with his tongue thrusting into you. Wanton moans and whines fill the room along with the squelch of your wetness against his mouth, the stubbly, patchy beard covering his chin scratching against your sensitive skin. His fingers coated in your arousal find your bud, working the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter toward your release.

“I’m close, baby, so fucking close.”

Without a response through words, Joel works you faster, free hand gripping tightly to keep you in place as you try to lean away from the intense stimulation he’s giving you. Eyes screw shut, jaw dropping with a rumbling moan of his name as you come, white spots sparking against the black of your vision.

“Such a good girl. Such pretty sounds from you, sugar. Could listen to you all night.”

His fingers are still circling languidly around your clit, his tongue swiping along your folds to collect your come. Your hips twitch in overstimulation, a hand reaching back as you straighten up, tangling with his graying locks to pull him away from you.

His chin and lips glisten in the low lighting of the basement, a dab of your wetness caught on the tip of his nose. A haze covers his eyes as he looks up at you as if you were from another world, completely pussy-drunk. Kisses are pressed delicately to the back of your thighs and you hum contently, tugging at his hair to ask him silently to stand up.

You turn as his arms wrap around your waist, hands gripping your ass to pull as close as possible. The two of you share a kiss, the taste of you all over his lips and his tongue. Pulling away, you rest back in his arms, a confession crossing your mind.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything, sugar,” Joel rasps out, squeezing the swell of your ass.

A smirk plays at your face, teeth catching your bottom lip between them before you speak.

“I know how to play. My dad started teaching me when I was like twelve. Had a table in my basement and everything.” Joel’s eyebrows raise in surprise, and after a beat of silence, a loud laugh breaks through the room and his head falls back. He laughs for a hot minute before looking back at you, a wide grin on his face.

“Are you telling me that you kind of…hustled me?”

“I mean, if you can do it for getting eaten out instead of money, then yeah, I guess I did.”

That gets him to laugh again, shaking his head as he leans down and kisses you sweetly.

“Darlin’, if that’s what you think of it as, you can hustle me any day you want.”

It’s your turn to press a kiss to his lips, pulling away with a grin.

“Well, I’ll make sure to only hustle you. Things might get awkward if I did it in the break area on set.”

“Extremely awkward. But I’m honored to be the only one to get hustled by you.”

You laugh and shake your head at his cheesiness, rolling your eyes playfully before grabbing his shirt off the ground and pulling it over your head.

“Alright, rack up, Miller. We’re playing for real. Winner gets hustled, by my definition of the word.” You send him a wink as you step over to grab a cue, watching as Joel scrambles to set up a game for the two of you.

“Oh, you’re on, sweet girl. But I hope you realize, I’m winning either way.” He smirks at you and gives you one last kiss before nodding to the table.

“You got the crush, sugar. Go for it.”

“We both have the crush, honey. That’s how we ended up here.”

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[v3nusxsky]

hii, i wanted to ask if there will be a second part of little minx with larissaa

You little minx| NSFW

*Authors note~ I love this prompt and couldn't help but mix it with the request for a part two of little minx*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink, dom l sub r vibrating undies semi public sex? Teasing, edging, shifted cock, breeding kink, fucked dumb, bulge kink, praise/degradation

Prompt~see ask^^

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Hi my love!! I have a request but its just an idea and nothing specific. A smut chapter with a lot of sexual tension. Maybe L and R go out for dinner or smt and the foreplay' starts at the restaurant. Or one of them could have the vibrating undies smt like that.Just a lot of teasing while in public and then they rush home and have crazy desperate sex lolLmk what you think we can work out the details together or if you have ideas for a chapter like that feel free to do your own thing! Xx~ by my lovely idkaname666666 on wattpad

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Previously~ The look in her eyes was truly murderous even if it was just for a second, she leant over to whisper in your ear discreetly, "my my, you little minx are in for one hell of a long night, I hope you are aware I will not be easy on you for this stunt" causing you to shiver in delight. Tonight would be worth it and you trusted her implicitly to know she would take amazing care of you. Clearly she wasn't afraid of making you wait, when the meeting ended she dismissed you instantly before going to her office to work.

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Being dismissed after the meeting left you frustrated and confused. You knew you'd been bratty, but you didn't think you pushed it far enough to be dismissed for such a long time. It had been an hour and half since the meeting. You were hungry but waiting for Larissa to join you before eating, that's when your phone dinged with a text.

Mommy❤️‍🔥

Sweetheart, there's an outfit laid out on our bed. Put it on and meet me in the car. I'm taking you for dinner. Love you doll❤️‍🔥

With a quick stroll into your bedroom you found a beautiful form fitting spaghetti strapped dress in a gorgeous emerald colour. Beside it lay, a maroon underwear set that would not hide anything from the preying eyes and some stunning black heels. Quickly dressing in her chosen clothing you curled your hair and did some light makeup before grabbing a simple emerald clutch and headed out on your way to the car.

Larissa was already there in her stunning chosen outfit for the night, some black slacks and a beautiful crisp white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to tease what lay underneath. Instantly you fell into an easy conversation that seemed to flow perfectly, Larissa never revealing where she was taking you until you pulled up in the car park.

Once you had both ordered and been seated, you felt a slight buzzing coming from your underwear. You shot your gaze up to your girlfriend who seemed completely unaware as she sipped her wine. As quick as the vibrations started, they stopped and this was a pattern thought out the whole meal. The starting and stopping driving you absolutely wild. You were struggling to contain the moans threatening to spill out and feeling your mommy's gaze on you was only adding to that. "Oh sweetheart, didn't you hear what I said?" She taunted you.

With food ate and paid for you both managed to rush to the car, Larissa seemingly in a hurry to get back to Nevermore while the vibrations remained constant for the trip. You had one instruction, don't cum. But those two words were extremely difficult to adhere to. But you wanted to be good, it was a need truly.

That was how you found yourself slammed into the door of your shared chambers. Her lips making home on your neck as her hands roamed your clothed body. The combination of vibrations hitting your core and her hands roaming your body causing you moan for the older women, "mommy" you whined hoping she'd give you more. "No my whore, you wanted my attention didn't you?" She purred before pulling back to look into your lustful eyes as you nodded desperately, "then you'll shut up and take everything mommy gives you like a good girl."

Clothes found there way to the floor, you lay bare for her and she remained in her underwear, her lips attacking yours passionately as she walked you both back to the bed. You'd been edged the entire meal, to say you were desperate was an understatement, so when she sank to her knees you couldn't help yourself, hips bucking forward. "Such a needy slut for mommy, aren't you baby?"

That was when you felt her hands on your thighs pushing them further apart before bringing her lips to your core. You were soaking, practicing dripping on the sheets, Larissa couldn't help but lap up everything your leaking whole was producing. In a needy haze you brought your hands to her hair to hold her closer, she snaked a hand up to cup your right breast. Bringing her other hand to the left side she couldn't help but roll the perfect buds between her fingers as her tongue worked hard lapping at your pussy. Once she was satisfied you'd been edged one last time she pulled away. Your frustrated whimpers only furthering her enjoyment. "Do we need something from mommy doll?"

After instructing you to shuffle more up the bed and leave your legs wide open she stripped her underwear off. There a girthy seven inch dick, stood proudly to attention. Yes, Larissa was painfully hard and your holes looking too damn inviting, she almost couldn't decided which one to use first. Almost. You bit your lip at the sight, "mommy please" you whined. "My desperate whore, you want mommy to fuck you? To cum inside that pretty cunt? To own it? To breed you like the cum slut you are" she teased as she brought her cock to tease your slit. Her precum mixing with your slick causing you to moan, "oh fuck yes mommy! Please use me. I'm yours mommy please" you whined as your hips squirmed trying to gain more.

"Oh I know you are doll, such a pretty thing for me to use" she whispered before coming to hungrily kiss your lips as she entered you blindly. Larissa was incredibly gifted when she shifted her anatomy so it was unsurprising that you were feeling the sting of your pussy stretching to accommodate her. "Oh god mommy your so big" you mewled against her lips as you sucked in air. Her lips trailing down to your chest nipping and sucking on the journey.

When she began to pull out just until the tip stayed in your cunt to thrust back in again,watching as your eyes rolled back your head as you clenched around her. Setting a brutal pace all you could do was whine and mewl for her. "Oh god mommy! Please! I need to mommy fuck" you whined hoping she would know exactly what you were asking her for. "You want to cum for mommy doll? Cum angel" she purred moving your leg to sit on her shoulder as she hit deeper into your core.

You came with a scream that tore through your throat. Larissa continued to fuck you through the orgasm and after you came back down she still continued. "Oh mommy! Fuck no more too sensitive mommy" you whimpered only to be ignored, "I love this pretty pussy darling. Look at you taking mommy so well. Give mommy one more. I want you to take my cum doll like the greedy slut you are"

It was her words that threw you over the edge once again, white hot pleasure washing over you in brutal waves, your cunt walls squeezing her cock causing her to spurt her cum into your pussy. She fucked you both down from the pleasure before gently slipping out of you, "baby?" She whispered. No response, she'd fucked you so well that you'd passed out. With a satisfied smirk she began to clean you up before coming to hold you to her.

"Doll, come back to mommy baby. You did so good. My good girl. Come back to me baby" she murmured rubbing soothing circles into your back in the hopes of rousing you back to consciousness. "Mmmm?" You murmured feeling extremely satisfied but confused. "Welcome back darling" she chuckled before starting your usual after care routine. Snacks, water and some snuggles before you both drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Word count~ 1465

[talesofesther]

Out of script

Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: You and Florence worked together as good friends until a change in the script also ended up changing your relationship.

Requested by @hiiiiitsmeeee: Hey! I would love to request something with Florence Pugh, maybe a soft moment on the set of don’t worry darling ✨

A/N: Lovely idea, I think I like how this turned out. If anything feels rushed is because I don't know enough about the movie to elaborate on it <3. Implied smut by the end.

Masterlist

The morning sun was warm against your skin as you walked back to the set. On your hands, you balanced two cups -one with coffee, the other with tea- and a small paper bag with fresh donuts.

"Hey Harry, good morning." You smiled at your friend and current coworker as you passed by him exiting his trailer, he smiled back with a knowing look in his eyes.

The set was buzzing, as usual, people walking back and forth with all types of cameras and papers in hand as another day of work came to a start. Laila shot you an annoyed look and tapped a fake watch on her wrist when you walked past her, you grimaced apologetically, knowing very well you were already late for hair and makeup. You didn't walk faster only for fear of spilling your drinks.

An easy smile came to you when the trailer with the name 'Florence' taped on the door came into view. You were in the middle of trying to hold both cups in one hand when a pair of arms closed around your waist; making you yelp in surprise and almost drop everything.

Soft lips pecked the skin under your ear right after, raising goosebumps behind your neck. "Morning Y/N."

The warmth that came to your cheeks was expected. "You're gonna make me drop your tea one day and I won't go buy another, you know."

Florence laughed, and your smile was quick to join her own. She rounded your body with her hand gently resting on your waist, now standing in front of you. "Sorry love, I couldn't resist."

You adored her, part of you wanted the comments that were whispered between coworkers about you two to be true. You handed her the tea with a raised eyebrow.

"Thank you though, you're such an angel." She hummed appreciatively, sipping on her tea with closed eyes. You noted that she was already in her costume for the day, a light blue dress that suited her well, and hair half up, framing her face lovingly.

You knew who she was before the filming started, knowing her in person though, was a whole different story. She had you hooked within the first month.

"Earth to Y/N." Florence chuckled, her eyes glistened under the sunlight and her nose scrunched adorably. "There you are, Laila was asking about you, I think you should go see her."

You cursed yourself for zoning out on her. Your gaze moved to your hands, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I know. I saw her on the way here." You opened the bag of donuts you were still holding, putting one between your teeth and handing the other to Florence with a wink. She licked her lips as you turned around, you could swear her cheeks turned rosy.

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"That was amazing guys, we'll take fifteen and then redo a couple of details." The director called out to everyone, walking behind one of the big cameras and discussing the recent shots.

You took off your coat, grabbed a bottle of water for yourself, and sat down on the hood of a vintage car. The sun was shining above the small road, making the green of the perfectly cut plants much more vivid, and giving the scenes a gorgeous natural light. Leaning back in the car, you received a warning glare from Jack. You gave him a thumbs up with a smirk. You had a knack for messing up props, unintentionally, of course.

"Tired?" Florence walked up to you, her hand on her forehead to block the sun. She sat beside you on the hood, hands playing with the fabric of her dress. You could see Jack rolling his eyes in the background.

"A little, yeah. The sun wears you down much quicker." You straightened up to be eye level with her, squinting your eyes to make out her face. Despite the warm sun, there was a gentle breeze flowing. To some, this was considered the perfect weather.

There was chatting around you, something about a last-minute change of script that could add a little more spice to the movie. The director seemed excited about the idea. The conversation was tuned out for you though, your focus was completely on the woman in front of you. The sun made her hair shine in golden tones, and her eyes turn a bright shade of green to rival the color of the plants. She pursed her lips in a timid smile under your gaze, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

You didn't register Florence raising her hand, only felt her touch lightly grazing your cheek as she fixed your hair. Her fingers lingered on your jaw, she gave you a cheeky grin. "The wind messed it up a bit."

The words were almost stuck in your throat, you chuckled nervously. "Thank you."

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A week later you discovered that the last-minute change in the script involved you.

You panicked when they said you and Florence would be sharing a kiss. Making things more interesting, the director said.

You were pacing back and forth inside the set, this time, in what was supposed to be a house. Nerves were coursing through your body, you bit on your nails to keep yourself busy. You could be professional, it's not like you hadn't shared a kiss with a fellow actor before.

There was an involuntary fleeting feeling of peace when Florence walked in, you exhaled softly, giving her a small smile. She came to you and held out her hand for you to take. By the look in her eyes, you could never tell she was nervous, but her fingers felt a little unsteady on your hold.

The first half of the scene went as smooth as it always did when you and Florence worked together, the chemistry was undeniable. You wondered if that had anything to do with the change of plans.

When the time of the kiss came, you could feel your heart thudding loudly in your chest. Maybe Florence did too.

She walked up to you and said her line perfectly, her hands came to either side of your face and there was a tenderness there that wasn't scripted. You held your breath, trying hard to focus on relaxing your body.

A beat passed and her lips touched yours, her movements were unsure and timid. Your hands hovered around her waist, your mind was still trying to catch up with the fact that you were kissing her. She was soft against you, with a comforting warmth you could get used to. Before you could lose yourself in her, the director yelled "cut."

She wanted more passion. This was a heartfelt kiss, not two teenagers making out for the first time.

Before the scene restarted, Florence ran her hands along your arms gently, stopping at your hands and holding onto them. "It's okay, just focus on me." Her words came out quietly only for you, her cheeks were a couple of shades darker and you were entranced by her tiny smile.

You gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "Okay."

After Florence said her line for the second time, she held your cheeks more firmly. She brushed her nose against yours before closing the gap between you. Her lips moved purposefully with yours, her body flush to you.

This time you didn't hesitate in holding her waist, running your hands over her back, and molding your bodies into an embrace.

When the director called to end the scene again, Florence separated her lips from yours without hurry. She brushed your cheek with her thumb as she caught her breath, you thought you saw her eyes glancing down at the same lips she just kissed. She remained close to you for a few seconds, her nose almost touching yours. You made no movement to untangle yourself from her either.

You saw when she seemed to catch up with reality. The scene was over and friends don't hold each other like that. She pulled away from you without meeting your eyes, mumbling a "sorry" you barely heard.

You only found her again when the sky was already dark, a half-moon shining bright. You had just finished your other scenes and were walking back to your trailer after a rather tiresome day.

The butterflies on your stomach were instant when you caught sight of her. The feeling of her lips still lingered. Even if you were all types of nervous around her now, you took in a deep breath and called out to her. "Hey Flo."

Her head snapped to you, she shifted on her feet as you walked closer. But her smile was still as warm as ever. If you weren't in love before, you sure are now.

"Wanna order some fast food with me?" You motioned with your hand towards your trailer.

She bit on her lip, raising her head proudly. "I'll give you one better; I brought some home-cooked meal that we can share."

You chuckled. "Of course you did."

"It's delicious." She said in a singing voice to convince you.

"I can't say no to your cooking."

She led you back to her trailer with a small smile and her fingers loosely holding onto your own.

The meal was indeed amazing and ten times better than any fast food, it was accompanied by wine, Flo insisted on it.

Now, you were sitting on Florence's bed, with your empty plates in the sink and your glasses full of wine in your hands. A random movie played in the background as you two talked, even after the kiss, being around her was still easy. Her presence always brought you peace.

Florence was different though, she blushed whenever you touched her, looking down with a sheepish smile you found adorable.

She had already downed a few glasses of wine when she finally set the empty glass on the bedside table. She turned to you, both now practically laying down on the bed. Her body was warm as she moved closer.

You placed your half-full glass down as well, turning around to look at her. You gulped, Florence was hovering above you, much closer than she was a second ago. "I- I think I should go." You felt a shiver running down your back, your hands gripping the sheets.

Her hand snaked around your waist, her breath fanned over your lips. The way her nose touched yours was starting to feel familiar. "I don't think you should." The last of her words were said as her lips were already brushing yours. She kissed you again, this time with no cameras around you, no script to follow. This was her, and she was kissing you as if she'd been wanting to for a long time.

A sharp breath of surprise came through your nose when you felt her. With the liquor clouding any better judgment you'd have, your hands came around her body instantly, pulling her even closer. Her lips felt sweeter than the taste of wine on them.

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You woke up the next morning feeling a steady, gentle pressure around your stomach. The low sound of the TV in the background was now playing the news channel of the morning. The pressure on your stomach squeezed you, and you realized with a start that it was an arm, and it belonged to a certain blonde who was snuggled comfortably almost on top of you.

Moving your fingers, you noticed that your own hand was resting around her lower back as you felt her skin. Your breathing quickened in a panic. You lifted the covers and saw that you were wearing nothing but your underwear and a loose shirt that didn't belong to you. Florence wasn't much different, except, she lacked a shirt.

You blushed furiously as you lowered the covers in a quick movement. "Shit, shit, shit." You mumbled under your breath. The fear of having overstepped boundaries whilst partially drunk gripped your chest tightly.

There was no sound coming from outside other than the birds singing. It was still very early, maybe you could sneak out. You tried to untangle your limbs from hers gently so as to not wake her up. But soon, green eyes opened and stared up at you with a tender gaze you knew you'd dream about seeing every morning now.

"Morning." Florence's sleepy voice was thick with her accent, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with one hand.

You chuckled; the sound came out more like a nervous squeak. "Morning." You mumbled back, now making quick work of moving away from her and getting up from the bed.

Florence dropped down on the bed with a soft thud as you removed your arm from under her. A small, confused frown settled on her eyebrows. "It's still early, you can stay." Her words took on an overly shy tone halfway through, her eyes glazing with a tint of sadness when she saw you hurriedly looking for your clothes.

"I really don't think I should." You said back, putting on your pants and fumbling with the button with shaky fingers. You bit the inside of your cheek, your back was turned to her but you heard as she moved. You huffed out a nervous breath. "I'm really sorry about last night. I hope this doesn't… Mess things up."

You heard Florence sniff, by the sound of the pads of her feet touching the floor you knew she was making her way to you. She rounded you, stopping much closer than she would have a day ago. She had wrapped the covers around herself, her hair was still messy from just waking up, making a bittersweet smile come to you.

"Are you?" Her voice was tight, you never heard her sound like that. Her green eyes were glistening brighter than ever with the soft sunlight coming from the window just beside you. If you looked closer, you'd see the start of tears in them. "Are you sorry about last night?" She whispered in the air, looking at you expectantly as her fingers turned white from gripping the covers.

You gulped, your mouth hovering open before the words got free from the lump in your throat. "No." If the morning wasn't so overly quiet today, she probably wouldn't have heard you.

A sigh of relief left Florence's lips, she gave you a small smile with tears clinging to her eyelashes; before burying her head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer when your arms engulfed her. "Neither am I."

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the one that chases you (six) - rafe cameron/jj maybank

summary: true feelings come to light as you and rafe unwind after an eventful night at the boneyard

word count: 1k

warnings: 18+ mature, sexual/suggestive content below the cut

a/n: i have so much love for this series - it is so bittersweet to be posting the finale. thank you to everyone that has interacted, shared, commented and provided feedback, i love each and every one of you. is this series about the depths rafe would go to be with you? absolutely. is it about waiting for the one that will pursue you? obviously. but it's also about self love, and knowing that you've got to love and care for yourself first before you can love anyone else. XX

i'd be open to writing more blurbs or one-shots or anything else you'd wanna read for these two, so feel free to send me asks.

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Rafe pulled into the driveway, cutting off the engine before leaning his face on the steering wheel, head turned to look at you. He was exhausted, crashing from the adrenaline rush of the evening. You were unbuckling your seatbelt when his hand reached over to rest on your leg.

"Stay with me tonight?" he asked "Please?"

Despite all the time you had spent together, you had taken things slow, sleeping apart, knowing that you would see each other first thing the next morning. But tonight you agreed that you didn't want to be alone, nodding to him as you both exited the truck and made your way to his room.

"Sit" you said, pointing to bed. He listened, cradling his head in his hands as you went into the bathroom to get a first aid kit and a damp towel to clean him up. When you came back you took his hands in your own and as gently as you could washed away the blood, dirt and sand from each finger and knuckle. His eyes closed gently as he enjoyed the feeling of you massaging his hands. As you finished and set the first aid kit aside, he tugged you toward him gently so you were standing between his legs, your eyes about level with him seated on the bed.

"I love you, Y/N" he said without missing a beat, watching your eyes go wide as he continued, "I have for a long time and I wish I didn't take so long to tell you. Maybe things would have worked out differently. But I don't want to waste another minute not telling you how I feel. I don't mind chasing you, I'd do it again every morning if I had to, but I'd prefer for you stay right here by my side, gorgeous."

"I love you, Rafe" you said, breathlessly "And I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours." You pressed your lips to his as his hands gripped your waist firmly, deepening your kiss almost immediately, like he needed your body to confirm what your lips had just said.

You reached for his shirt and began unbuttoning it, button by button until his tan abs were exposed and you pushed it off his shoulders. He moaned into your mouth as you ran your hands over his chest and you bit his lower lip lightly in response. Your fingers found his belt buckle, making quick work of it and popping the button on his shorts, tugging them off. Your breath hitched at the sight of him left only in his briefs. He broke your kiss to take in your flushed cheeks, lips swollen with his kisses, eyes glazed over with desire for him as he reached for the strap of your dress, tracing it gently with his finger, visibly making you shiver before slowly nudging it off your shoulder, kissing your shoulder where it had once been and repeating the gesture on the other side, the dress pooling on the floor. His hands roamed over every exposed inch of you he could reach and your body was on fire for him. He stood up suddenly, scooping you up in his arms, your legs wrapping around him as he flipped you both over so he could lay on top of you, the image of his taught body hovering over yours quickening your breath as you desperately reattached your lips to his, running your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to you and suddenly all of him was touching all of you, with just the thinnest layer of fabric separating you from each other.

You bucked your hips up to meet his and he bit your lip in response, moving one hand behind your head to continue to guide your mouth to his while the other slid down your body, ghosting over your ribs, past your stomach, lower, tantalizingly lower, grazing over the fabric of your thong, feeling you for the first time, feeling how you responded to him. "Goddddd gorgeous" he said against your lips, an exclamation and a prayer wrapped in one as he stroked you gently through the fabric. You were grasping at him, trying, impossibly, to pull him closer to you, humming against his lips, your toes curling at the pleasure that was building inside of you. After a few moments he paused, breaking your kiss to look at you, his fingers trailing the waistline of your thong, "Can I?-" he started

"Yes" you said immediately and he pulled it off of you slowly, pausing one more time.

"Are you sure, gorgeous?"

You nodded, never more sure of anything in your whole damn life.

"M'need to hear you say it" he said, his hand on his briefs as nibbled your lip, teasing you.

"I want you, Rafe. All of you. Please" the last word a whisper as he resumed his kisses, guiding himself to you and starting an agonizingly slow rhythm, one hand resting on the back of your head, continuing to press your face to his, the other angling your hips to meet his in just the right way. As your hips finally connected, his breath hitched, mumbling against your lips as he increased the pace, matching every movement of his hips with his words: "Love you gorgeous, I love you gorgeous, I love you" as you fell apart in his arms.

You were in a deep sleep when your alarm went off, signaling that it was time to get up for your run. You rolled over to turn it off and felt warm hands grab your waist, pulling you back under the covers against him, your back resting against his front, bodies tangling as he engulfed you with his large frame, his arms wrapping around you, his head nuzzling into your neck.

A slow smile blossomed on your face at his touch. "Rest day?" you mumbled into his arms.

"Mmm, I can think of a few ways we can get our heart rates up without leaving this room" he replied.

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[sunnylands-world]

Hiii maybe you can write something about a forced wedding/ marriage and they hate each other until they have to fck for a baby and its not that bad <33

The famous Blood line

Pairing:Draco x fem reader

Summary:you and the prince are not on the best terms until the truth comes out and he cums in you…

Word count:1,542

Warning:fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't do it this is fictional), breeding kink, pet names [princess] I think that's it let me know if I missed anything

Universe:royal

A/n:I'm backkkk hopefully this redeemed my absence 🤞

"You can not be serious. this is absolutely outrageous!" the golden cup is slammed on the table causing it to shake a bit as Draco roared at his mother's demand making you jump slightly from the raised tone.

"I am very serious Lucius." his mother shot back. Draco's jaw clenched and fist tightened.

the queen never used her son's middle name unless she was livid with the blondes behavior so he knew he was out of line.

"you were bound to have to do this at some point Draco, surely you've prepared." his father said composed.

"your acting as though I wanted to marry the dirty rag bitch!-" "watch you Language boy!" His father snapped.

He huffed before continuing. "the girl dresses like a bar whore!" he growls, not aware you could hear it all having been behind the large doors.

"she is your wife!" She pauses to calm herself. "This is not a request. we need to keep our blood pure so you will do as I've said." His mother finishes.

Draco rolls his eyes pushing from the table. your quick to leave the door before it opens heading to your bedroom to tuck yourself in the blankets. your eyes are glossy and you suck in a breath like your mother taught you to hide your pain and sorrow.

"no man wants a woman who cries and pouts" her voice says in your head. you clean the tears away, knowing your face is most likely a red hue from straining to not cry.

the door is pushed open by the man, your husband, a bastard stands at the feet of your bed. "my mother wishes for us to bring about a child." he says coldly as his eyes run over the thin gown that does nothing to hide your hardened nipples.

he scoffs at the sight turning away from you and you stand to your feet deciding to find out his issues.

"why do you despise me and my looks? am I not gorgeous enough for you to set your eyes upon? not like the woman you've fantasies about?" you raged with choked sobs.

"is that what you think?! No, I am bothered by your lack of elegance around others. You leave yourself practically naked" he says displeased.

"have you ever thought I've been doing this for you?!" Your tearing up as your voice breaks. "that maybe I'd hoped you look at me like other husbands do their wives, but no you turn away like your repulsed by me." you cry sitting back on the mattress.

Draco's eyes are wide in shock before his hands cup your face wiping the tears with his thumbs as he urges you to look upwards.

"I am not repulsed by you. it's very much the opposite. I'm just not fond of my lovers body being shown to others." he says, looking into your eyes. "but what does it matter if I am yours." your voice is wobbly with the new emotions that have awaken.

he doesn't say anything pressing his lips to yours, eyes falling shut in a haze. the kiss becomes heated as his tongue glide's over your lower lip. you part them allowing entrance and he takes the invitation. his lips are soft and stained with the wine he was drinking. he's far from slow with his movements like he's in a rush, he'll tell you later it was because he'd wanted to do this forever no matter how cliche it sounds. his hands grab your waist putting you high on the large bed with its interestingly decorated, silk sheet.

the feeling against your skin reminding you that he'd only have the finest things, that being you as his hand sneak under your gown grabbing a handful of your breast and pinching at your nipple. his mouth leaves a trail of kisses across your skin making a warm fuzzy feeling fill your belly. your breath hitches, your hands find his hair tugging roughly at it. he groans against your hot skin pulling away to remove your dress. he discards the fabric somewhere on the floor. Being bare under him makes you hyper aware of everything.

The smell of the outside breeze, the darker blue in his eyes as he hovers over you, the softness of his hair, and the taste of him still imprinted onto your lips as your tongue moves along the chapped skin. his hand moves across the fat of your stomach, heading between your legs touching at your clit. everything slows a bit as the air is sucked from your lungs with the arch of your back. the circles are slow and teasing against you.

his eyes don't leave you out of fascination to see you fall apart under him. your legs want to close around him and your heart hammers against your chest as he leans down bring his lips to yours once again. you begin to let the sound fall from yours as his fingers sneak into your opening moving across your walls with a push and pull motion.

"Jesus your soaked" he moans against you, hips grinding against the mattress. every detail of his digits is felt as he works them inside you.

"I want you inside me Draco, please!" you whine. he doesn't question you, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. you don't even remember him removing his pants but your mind goes blank as he barries himself deep in you. your hands grab at the skin of his back nails leaving marks on the muscle as he rocks into you grunting.

he falls forward kissing your neck like he's drunk on you. your body feels like it's floating in a hot tub while your taking your favorite drug. he's it, he's what you were craving. nothing comes close to the need you have to feel him this way. it's fuzzy, like falling in feathers. your shared breathes make your eyes tear up. his chest is gliding against your breast. You feel every detail of the fabric on your nipples, scratching a new found itched. the wet sounds from your pussy tripled the pleasure of it all. his cock glides in and out of you as he rubs against your swollen clit.

"Fucking Christ, you feel so warm and tight" he groans, nipping at your skin. your legs wrap at him digging into his ass, bring him closer as he rutts into you like a animal in heat. your head falls back into the softness of the pillows, eyes rolling giving him more room to cover with his lips. the kisses on your skin are wet and sloppy, it gives you a slight tickle. your sure that you've soaked his cock as he slides in and out of you with ease each time with no resistance.

he fucks into you teasing your gummy walls with the veins of his cock. He's twitching inside you making you dizzy.

"fuck i-" your not sure what your trying to say while the moans and cries fill the large bedroom.

"I'm gonna fuck my cum deep in you princess" he moans, biting your neck as he whispers against the skin. his warm breath is intoxicating leaving the heated moisturizer in it's wake.

"get your pretty pussy full of my babies." he continued pulling away from your neck to meet you eyes. You clench around him at the thought.

"you like that don't you" he says, sighing. "yes, yes, please!" You beg on the verge of tears. he lets out a dry chuckle.

"aww, your so cute when you beg princess" he praises, pressing his lips to yours passionately. your sounds are smothered, mind still hung on the thought of having his children and seeing them with his luxurious blonde hair. you grip him tighter at the thought, walls quivering with each glide.

"oh fuck, your gonna look so pretty all round and full" he mumbles. you whimper in response, feeling the coil form in your body as you climb the pointed mountain to your climax. he's becoming sloppier, almost laying completely on top of you.

"cum for me so I can fuck you full" he growls. your very aware the prince cussed and the way his language makes an appearance while he's barring himself to the hilt in you makes your heart beat out of your chest.

"Jesus Draco, I'm going to-" he's slamming in just to push you over and it does as he hits places you'd never explored. you reach the top screaming his name loud enough for the whole kingdom to hear. He follows after with mess, deep thrust. he keeps his promise fucking his release into you, the bed hitting the wall as you let out small whines and whimpers, clawing at his back from the overwhelming sting coming to your pussy.

he stops once he's satisfied, kissing your forehead. He leaves to grab a warm rag to clean you and he does so gently making you sigh. he smirks at you.

"I can try for the second now if you keep moaning like that" he teased me.

You go silent making him laugh. not that you minded being fucked into oblivion again so you could bring more of his children to the world.

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q!tntduo- homework

idk how to use tumblr but I may as well start it off by reposting one of my favourite aus :))

(inspired by @/sootistics on twitter <3)

q!tntduo au in which tallulah tricks q!wilbur into giving q!quackity flowers under the guise of a homework assignment.

“Are you sure it was today, darling?” Tallulah nodded and scribbled a couple of quick sentences on her notepad.

That’s what Mr. Smiley Man said. Maybe he forgot to get it added to the tasks for today? Wilbur hummed thoughtfully. That did sound like something Quackity would do. The man wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

Tallulah tugged at the bottom of his sleeve and gestured towards her notepad.

I mention Mr. Quackity once, and you get all smiley. Wilbur sighed softly. His girl never missed a thing.

“I was thinking about something else, mi amor- not Quackity.” Tallulah shot him a look that told him she was not convinced, but she dropped the subject, anyway.

We need to make a bouquet of flowers and present them to the teacher, Tallulah wrote. Which should be pretty easy because of my garden. Wilbur nodded in acknowledgement. It was a bit of a weird task to give the eggs for homework- though then again- it was Quackity they were talking about. The raven-haired man had certainly given them weirder homework to complete before.

“Alright then, what flowers do you think he’d like the most from your garden, sweetheart?” he asked, turning to admire the rows and rows of carefully planted flowers. Wilbur knew the names of a few of them, but most importantly, he knew the one Quackity had said he liked. Poppies. He said they reminded him of Tilin.

He turned back towards Tallulah to read what she’d written on her notepad.

Red tulips! It read in big capital letters. And maybe some roses and lilacs! Or other colours of tulips, or maybe lily of the valley; I like those!

“Whatever you want, mi niña. I was also thinking of some poppies since Mr. Quackity likes those.” Tallulah grinned and offered him an enthusiastic nod before she ran off toward her garden to pick some flowers. Wilbur smiled fondly. He loved his girl so much; she meant the absolute world to him. Wilbur would do anything for her.

“Tallulah, honey,” he exclaimed as he made his way over to where she was kneeling over her garden. “That looks gorgeous. Mr. Quackity’s going to love it.” Tallulah shook her head and gently placed the flowers she held down on the dirt. 

It’s not done yet, Papi, she quickly wrote, before setting down her notepad and returning to picking flowers. Wilbur chuckled fondly and ruffled her hair.

“My bad, darling,” he said. “Let me know when it’s finished.”

~

Half an hour later, Tallulah presented him with a large bouquet made up of lilacs, red roses, a couple of colours of tulips, lily of the valleys, and poppies. 

“It looks perfect, my petal,” he said, admiring her handiwork. Tallulah giggled, while Wilbur rose from the grass where he had been sitting cross-legged. “Are you ready to go hand it in?” She nodded excitedly.

Let’s go see Mr. Quackity! She wrote before carefully tucking her notepad into one of the large pockets in her dress. Wilbur smiled fondly. 

“Alright, but you have to stay with me, okay? There are scary monsters around, and I don’t want you getting hurt, mi amor.” Tallulah nodded. Phil had been keeping him updated on the QSMP while he was away on tour, and from the sounds of Phil’s letters, things certainly weren’t getting less dangerous. He’d heard that the monsters were getting more aggressive, seemingly evolving alongside the society the members of the QSMP had created. Not to mention the binary entity that was wandering around, seemingly on an unending mission to kill the eggs. 

Wilbur nearly jumped as Tallulah gently wrapped her fingers around his. 

Right, they had places to be.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, smiling down at his daughter and squeezing her hand. “We don’t want to keep Mr. Quackity waiting after all.”

 ~

Wilbur felt Tallulah’s hand drop from his as they drew closer to the school.

“Tallulah, darling, where are you going?” he called after her as she ran through the tall grass. Unfortunately, the girl didn’t hear him as she seemed to be too distracted by a small turtle making its way through the grass. “We can look at the turtle after- you have homework due.”

“Wilbur?” Quackity’s distant voice prompted Wilbur to turn away from Tallulah momentarily. “What are you doing here?” Wilbur glanced back at Tallulah, who was now completely out of earshot chasing some sort of butterfly. He sighed and slowly made his way over to where Quackity stood in front of the school doors.

“I- uh- I have these for you,” Wilbur said awkwardly, holding the bouquet out in front of him. Quackity’s eyebrows shot up.

“For me?”

“Yes- or- well, they’re not really from me, per se. They’re more from Tallulah but-.”

“Thank you,” Quackity said, cutting him off as he took the flowers. “But you really didn’t need to do this.” Wilbur frowned.

“What?”

“I mean, I appreciate it. I really do, but- um- it wasn’t necessary.” Wilbur was at a loss for words. What was Quackity talking about?

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that Tallulah had said-.”

“This was Tallulah’s idea? Not- yours?” Quackity asked, hesitating on the last word. He almost sounded disappointed, which only served to confuse Wilbur even more.

“Well, I mean she brought it up, and we got it ready together,” he explained, gesturing towards the flowers. “I knew you liked poppies, so I made sure to include those.”

“You remembered my favourite flower?” Wilbur did his best to fight back the warm blush that he knew was rising to his cheeks.

“I mean- yes, I- I guess.” Luckily, Quackity seemed equally as flustered, so much so that he didn’t notice Wilbur’s bright pink cheeks. Fuck. He should go. He should make sure Tallulah was safe. He’d given Quackity the homework. All he had to do was turn around and leave.

“Do you know flower code, Wilbur?” Quackity asked suddenly, catching Wilbur off guard.

“Yes- I have a book on it. Why?” Quackity’s blush deepened.

“Then you know what these flowers mean?”

What was he talking about? Wilbur glanced down at the bouquet, carefully studying each of the flowers.

Lily of the Valley: the return of happiness.

Lilac: first emotions of love.

Yellow tulip: hopeless love.

Red rose: love and passion.

Red tulip: declaration of love.

The only one that didn’t fit was the poppies, which Wilbur had suggested because they were Quackity’s favourites.

Then it clicked.

This wasn’t homework. There was no homework. He glanced behind him to see Tallulah standing nearby, watching with a sheepish smile on her face. She had planned this for him, and he may as well take advantage of it. He’d been meaning to talk to Quackity for weeks about what they were, anyway.

“I know what they mean,” he said finally, meeting Quackity’s gaze. “And to answer your next question; it wasn’t an accident.” Quackity’s mouth opened slightly in surprise.

“You- you really feel that way, Wilbur?” he asked quietly. 

“I do,” Wilbur responded with a soft smile. “I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” Quackity grinned back at him as he plucked the biggest red tulip from the bouquet and held it out to Wilbur.

A declaration of love. 

With an undoubtedly stupid-looking grin on his face, Wilbur took the flower. 

A declaration of love. 

It was out there now. His feelings. Quackity’s feelings. 

Now what?

A small giggle broke the awkward silence between them as Tallulah came running over, her notepad in hand.

-Finally,- was all that it read, making Quackity chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I guess that was pretty overdue,” he said, reaching over to ruffle the girl’s hair. Wilbur smiled. Quackity was good with kids, as much as others loved to claim otherwise. He may not be the most responsible- Wilbur could admit that- but Tallulah loved him, and that was all that mattered to Wilbur. After a few moments, Wilbur glanced up at the sky to notice the sun beginning to disappear beyond the horizon. He needed to get Tallulah home before the monsters started to come out. Regretfully, he met Quackity’s warm, brown eyes.

“Come by later- we can talk more than,” he said, gently tucking the shorter man’s hair back behind his ear. Quackity leaned into his touch, making Wilbur smile. He’d wasted so much time convincing himself that his feelings for Quackity weren’t real, but he had no plans to waste any more of it.

“Here,” he said, raising his other hand to hold Quackity’s chin as he slowly slid the red tulip behind his ear. “Now you’re looking handsome.” A warm blush rose to Quackity’s cheeks, but he quickly fought it off with a sarcastic comment.

“Oh, because I wasn’t before?” he asked with a cheeky smile. Wilbur shook his head affectionately. Quackity was the only person in the world who could make him smile as much as this. 

“See you later, Quackity,” he said, finally turning away to face Tallulah, who was still all smiles from the successful execution of her plan. Wilbur could practically hear the cheeky smirk in Quackity’s voice when he responded.

“Bye, handsome.” As much as he wanted to, Wilbur fought the urge to glance back at Quackity, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep walking away if he did. 

Instead, he turned to look down at his beautiful, wonderful, precious little girl. The mastermind behind this whole plan. He should be mad at her for tricking him, and potentially setting him up for failure and rejection, but he was too happy with the outcome to even so much as scold her. He couldn’t keep the undoubtedly goofy-looking smile from his lips, as he bent over to pick a poppy from the dirt.

“For you,” he said, pausing momentarily to tuck the red flower behind her ear. “For being the best wing woman your dad could have asked for.”

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Not Just Friends - Kaiden Guhle 

**set a little into the future. easier this way**

*jealous Kaiden*

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“You look absolutely stunning.” Kaiden smiled at you as you walked into the living room, where him and a couple of his teammates sat, waiting for their girlfriends and wives to get ready to leave. He stood up, walking over to you, “I mean it. Gorgeous.” He grinned as he held your hand, twirling you around to get a good look, “Isn't that right fellas?” 

Well in your case, friend. 

That’s all you and Kaiden were and had been for the last three years- well ever since he got to Montreal. Kaiden had invited you to be his date for the annual “Hoffman Gala” and you had agreed, not realizing what you would be getting yourself into. 

“Thanks.” You said as you heard a whistle coming from your favorite teammate of Kaidens, Josh Anderson. Josh and Kaiden both knew Josh was your favorite, even if you didnt want to admit it. 

“He’s right for once.” Josh chuckled as Kaiden rolled his eyes, “Still don't know why he hasn't asked you out yet.” He said, letting it slip before he realized it.

You gave Kaiden a nervous look as he shot a glare over to Josh, him shutting up almost immediately as a few of the other girls filed out of Savard’s wife’s bedroom. 

“It’s fine.” He whispered as he wrapped his arm around you, tugging you into his chest.

Kaiden watched Josh eye you both, his eyes lingering slightly on your figure a tad longer than he would have liked. You pulled away from Kaiden, quickly brushing at your thighs to straighten your dress.

***

You got out of the car, Kaidens hand grabbing yours as he helped you out. His hand found your waist as he guided you towards the rest of your group. You grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go.

Kaiden frowned as he felt you let go, you moving to walk slightly in front of him. You two approached the rest a couple of moments later, Josh holding the door open for everyone, you giving him a quick thanks.

Kaiden shot a slight glare to Josh as Josh offered him the same expression. He felt like Josh made everything awkward and made you uncomfortable with his comments.

Kaiden did like you and he did confine in Josh about this, just for Josh to turn around and tell you.

He felt like he was thrown under the bus.

“Can we talk after this?” Kaiden asked as he watched you tuck a piece of curled hair behind your ear. You gave him so soft nod as he smiled, “Good.”

You two had tucked yourselves into a corner in the room, you stirring your drink as you felt weird. Kaiden disappeared to keep smoozing donors and ticket holders.

You were here just for Kaiden. You didn’t expect to have to actually speak to anyone, but the moment you two were in the building, you two had been approached countless times.

“Are you okay?” Kaiden asked as he walked back to the table, Kirby and Jordan following him. Your head whipped up to see him standing there, along with the other two as they slid into the booth beside you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” You lied. You felt eyes on you as you watched Kaiden sit beside you as you scanned the room, seeing Josh standing next to his former captain, Shea, his eyes already on you as he took a sip of his whiskey sour.

Josh and his previous girlfriend had broken up months ago, around the time you and Josh had started talking more, especially at team functions, which ended up making Kaiden jealous at times. Especially with how much time you two spent together at said events.

You broke eye contact, looking towards Kaiden who was now staring at Josh, his jaw clinched.

“Hey.” You said as you placed your hand on his, feeling his tension leave his body.

“Hi.” He said as he looked towards you, “Wanna get a drink?”

“That’d be nice.” You agreed as you two got up, making your way to the bar.

As you two made you way over there, you still felt eyes on your back the entire time you were ordering and waiting for drinks to be made.

You turned around seeing Brendan and Josh talking in the corner, Josh’s eyes still on your back. Kaiden whipped around, seeing exactly what you were looking at before he slammed his drink down, fixing to start over there to them.

No one was going to make his girl feel uncomfortable.

Wait- his girl?

He cant be thinking like this. And he knew it.

He felt your hand on his bicep, telling him not to worry about it as once again, you could feel the tension just slip away.

**

“Why are you basically protecting him?” Kaiden asked as he followed you into your house, him hot on your heels.

“You mean protecting him as not wanting you to start a fight with your teammate?” You scoffed, “Call me a protector then because I wasn’t going to let you argue with your teammate and our friend.”

“He made you uncomfortable Y/N.” Kaiden sighed, “You can’t tell me that he doesn’t have a thing for you. There’s no way in hell that I’m buying that he doesn’t.”

“He doesn’t!” You defended, “and it’s not that he made me uncomfortable- I just didn’t know how to react when he said what he said. You and I both know Josh isn’t the type to do that- especially to his friends.” You whispered, “Besides, I don’t understand why you’re so worried about it. We’re just friends Kai.”

Kaiden took a step closer to you, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” He said, “You and i have not been just friends in a long time.”

You let out a laugh, “If that’s the case, then why the hell were you with all these girls?”

Kaiden let out a frustrated sigh, “Because- it doesn’t matter. None of them lived up to you and that’s exactly why they didn’t work out.” He admitted, “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the absolute shit out of me.”

****

“Dude you’ve got to stop going after him before he kicks your ass.” Brendan said as he sat next to Kaiden, “What’s going on with you? You never target anyone like that in practice, let alone Josh, who might i add, will kick your ass.”

“I’m not worried about him.” Kaiden grumbled, “I just want to get through today so I can leave.”

“Whatever you say kid.”

*

“You did what?”

“About fuckin’ time bud.”

Kaiden had just told Juraj and Arber about what he had did after the gala.

“I did.” Kaiden grinned as he shoved his helmet on the shelf, “I finally asked her out.” He said, “I honestly though Josh would beat me to it.”

“Josh doesn’t-“

“I don’t like Y/N.” Josh chuckled as he walked into the locker room, “I never have- at least not as more than a friend.” He continued, “You don’t realize that you needed that shove to ask her out, which might I add, I provided, which I believe you know considering the conversation I just overheard.” he grinned as he sat down in his stall before looking towards the younger boy, seeing his mouth practically on the ground. 

“You- you tricked me?” 

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” Josh laughed as the rest of their teammates filed into the locker room, “If I wouldn't have did a thing, you wouldn’t have grown a pair and asked her.” He shrugged, “Tell me I’m wrong- oh wait.” 

“You’re not wrong.” Kaiden rolled his eyes.

“But what I’m not hearing is a “Thank you Josh for doing that. You’re the best and I am indebted to you.’” Josh grinned. 

“Fuck off.”

“That’ll do for now.” Josh said as he tugged his skates off causing the locker room to laugh at the conversation.

**

“He did what?” You screeched causing Kaiden to pull away, “That’s so-so..”

“Smart?” Kaiden asked, “Genius? Yeah I know. Completely had us fooled.” 

“He really did.” You admitted, “But did you at least tell him he was right?” You asked as Kaiden had told you what happened.

Well almost everything. He left out the part where he had told Josh to fuck off, but knowing you, you’d find out somehow.

“No.” 

“And why not?” 

“Because I used a few other choice words for him.” He said as he tugged you in by the hips.

“And that was?” 

“I may have told him to fuck off.”

“Kaiden!” You sighed as you tossed your head back, him letting out a laugh as his hand came to the back of your head, lifting it back up to look at him, “That’s my boy.” You whispered before letting out a giggle.

“Mmm I like hearing that.” He whispered, his lips fanning over yours.

“Hearing what?” 

“My boy.” He pressed his lips to yours, closing the space that had been hovering around for far too long.

[archiveoftara]

​​​​​​Behind the Scenes pt.1

So you're playing Lucy and I'm going for a enemies to lovers vibe. So, I hope the turned out well. Idk

Warning: mild language

Part 2

"Please don't give up on us. Don't give up on me"

"CUT"

"Don't give up on me, my ass" you muttered to yourself.

"You know I can hear you." Cameron glared at you.

"That's great. It's wonderful how our feelings are mutual." You exclaimed.

"I can't stand you." Offended Cameron said.

"Then have a seat, lad." You left the floor and went to your trailer straight away.

You shut the door behind you and laid down on the small bed near your dressing table.

Cameron Chapman is unbearable - an understatement.

When you first met Cameron for the screen test he was quite nice. The past few weeks you've seen changes in his behaviour and he's becoming rude each passing day. You can't wait for this to get over and run back home.

"We're ready for the next shot, ma'am" called the spot boy.

Here we go again

*Cameron's POV*

"In this scene, Lockwood is having a panic attack and Lucy is trying to bring Lockwood back to earth" The director explained.

I gave a quick glance to y/n and took a deep breath.

"Lights. Camera. Action."

"He killed him. Lucy he..killed him. He.. he died because of me. I couldn't do anything lucy" I said with all my emotions.

"Lockwood." Y/n said.

"They killed him just like that. What did he die for? He died because of me. He didn't deserve it, lucy."

"Lockwood, listen to me."

"He lost his life because of me, lucy. He sacrificed himself for us."

"LOCKWOOD" y/n said while holding my face in her palms. I can feel her warm breath. The smell of strawberry cologne. Wait, this wasn't in the script.

"Lockwood, get it together, please. We have to get out of here alive. Please, focus." Y/n touched my face with tears in her eyes. I got lost in her eyes. She's so beautiful. I can't hide this secret anymore.

"CUT. Great job. We'll get back to it tomorrow. Pack up for today." The director said and went to his office.

"We're already done?" I muttered.

"Of course. Now will you quit staring?" Y/n said in irritation.

"Don't flatter yourself, you're not that pretty to look at." I said in a taunting voice.

Y/n scoffed and left the set.

Why does she hate me so much?

Why does he hate me so much?

.

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"I'm not pretty?? Who does he think he is?" You didn't realise you were talking to yourself until someone called your name. You looked up and found a guy with his glasses on. You looked a bit relieved as he was your only friend (beside Cameron as he turned into a prick recently) in the whole show.

"Are you okay?" Ali asked you in concern.

"I'm splendid. Couldn't be better." You said with a smile in your face.

"You can't fool me. I know something is wrong with you. There's this new pub down the street. Wanna grab a drink?" Ali said. You smiled in response.

"Then he said 'you're not that pretty to look at'. I know I'm not drop dead gorgeous but making fun of someone's appearance is the new low for me." You complained to Ali.

"I think we should go home. It's your third bottle of tequila. Let me help you-"

"Nope. I'm fine. I can help myself just fine." You stuttered while trying to get up from the bar chair but you fell on the ground in the process. Do you see those stars? Oh, that's a guy. Who are you? Before you could realise everything turned black.

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You woke up from the sound of dishes clattering. What is this beautiful smell? Is that pancake? I hope it's a chocolate pancake..wait a minute. I live alone. I'm still in my bed. Then, who's in the kitchen?

You looked under the blanket and found yourself naked. Shit. What happened last night? I can't remember. You started to look for your purse. You know what? I should probably look for my clothes first. You covered yourself with the blanket and looked around the room. This room doesn't look familiar. Where am I?

"You're awake."

You looked up and thought you were dreaming.

"What are you doing here?" You gulped.

"Y/n you're in my room. This is my flat." Chapman said in a delicate tone.

"Why..why am I..in your room?" Oh goodness, I'm gonna lose it.

"Y/n, calm down. Nothing happened. I promise. It's not what it looks like. Last night, I found you in the pub absolutely sloshed. Me and Ali were wondering what to do since we didn't want to leave you alone at the hotel. So, we decided to bring you to our flat.." he said, avoiding my eyes.

"That doesn't explain why I'm naked." You tried your best to hide your embarrassment.

"You said you were feeling hot and took off your clothes." Chapman tried to hide his smile.

"What's so funny, Chapman?" You glared.

"Actually, it's quite funny. Last night, you were so funny. Sorry." Cameron looked down again. "Well, why don't you get changed and come for breakfast?" He said and left the room.

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"The pancake tastes so good." Relishing the sweet goodness. "I didn't know you could cook so well, Chapman."

"You were too busy fighting with me to know that, y/n" Chapman lightly chuckled.

*Cameron's POV*

"Um.. I want to say something." I said while playing with the string of my hoodie.

"Yeah go ahead." Y/n said as she stuffed her mouth with pancakes.

"I know this might not be the best time to say it. I don't know how I should break it to you." Come on, Cam. You can do it.

I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing

[midori-laboratories]

hiya! Now I’m not a big fan of wesker but @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess showed me this vampire wesker art that hasn’t exactly left my mind.

could I possibly request a smutty lil blurb with vampire wesker and an SO that found him during feeding?

pls and thank you 💕

...I think that can be arranged, although this turned into a full one-shot on me. I haven't done an xReader fic before, so this was fun! @lottathoughts, @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess

Pic for reference, by @klutzygutsi 

CW: Vampire Wesker (Dominant), Female reader, (Submissive), Sexual content, blood drinking, biting, alcohol. Discussions of disclosure, kink, and consent. PWP, minors DNI please.

The Tasting

When you pushed the propped-open door to the alley at the back of the bar, you’d begun to wonder whether coming out tonight was a mistake.

He’d taken you to a high-end bar, run by an associate of his. Wesker had ordered you a glass of the smoothest scotch you’d ever tasted, even though it wasn’t typically to your taste. He leaned against the bar, watching your throat work, watching you flush under the heat of the drink, and the weight of his eyes.

The two of you stayed like that at the bar for a few moments, before someone called Jack - he claimed to have worked with him, once - came up behind Wesker clapping him on the shoulder with a quick leer down at you. After a moment, you excused yourself, downing your drink and heading to the bathroom. Wesker had had a look in his eye when he mentioned coming here earlier, more so when he had asked you to wear a specific dress. You intended to be ready for anything.

Given how he’d taken off his sunglasses two weekends before, and explained his…condition…’anything’ had the potential to go to a place you weren’t sure you could handle.

You were curious enough to try.

When you came out of the bathroom, Wesker was nowhere to be seen, but the bartender jerked her chin toward the back. “He ducked out for a smoke.” She glanced over at Jack. “Your beau should be in the back alley, through the back room. There’s a door propped open by the stairs - if you want to avoid this one.”

You grimaced. There had been nothing subtle in that man’s expression. You quietly thanked the bartender and turned on your heel towards the dark hallway leading to the back room.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the low light. A sliver of light from the back alley shone through a crack in the door, just below a glowing EXIT sign.

You moved as quietly towards the door as you could when you hear a soft moan, just outside.

You hesitated. Would he…here?

Only one way to find out.

You pushed your hand flat against the door, easing it open to peer down the alley.

Wesker was ten feet away from the door.

As was the person who he’d put against the wall, fangs buried in their throat. Wesker had pinned them to the brick wall with his body, one knee planted between theirs.

You knew from personal experience that they wouldn’t be going anywhere.

A gloved hand had tipped their head back, lazily stroking their jaw with the thumb while holding them immobile. Not that they seemed inclined to flee. If anything, they seemed to melt deeper into the embrace with every lazy stroke.

You must have made a noise, or he must have heard your footsteps. Either way, he opened one crimson eye, and found you standing at the door. That gaze lingered on you. It held you there, as pinned as the person losing cohesion under his hand.

If the scotch had made you flush earlier, the hungry little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth threatened to burn you alive.

Silently, you stepped back into the building and fled back into the crowded bar.

----------

The bartender - a gorgeous woman whose name tag identified her as Ada - set another glass in front of you when you reached the bar. You’d returned there, fidgeting with the chain of the necklace he’d gifted you last month. You hadn’t been sure of what else to do, so you’d come back here to regroup. “Let’s get you another. Your date has a tab, and I have no problem charging a $200 bottle to it when he pulls this sort of shit. Fortify your nerves.” She paused. “They’re fine, by the way. Anyone stupid enough to leave bodies that can be traced to here usually isn’t long for this world.”

You eyed the glass, then sighed and took a long draught. Setting the glass down, you worried your lip between your teeth. “That’s good,” you said slowly. “I wasn’t expecting to see that.”

“No one really does. I wouldn’t blame you if you’d just written him off as a very dramatic goth.” Her lips curled in a playful smirk, with just a hint of cruelty.

You gave a sharp laugh at the comment, taken off-guard. “No, but I can see people thinking that. Oh, wow.” You took another sip, more relaxed now. “Ah, thank you. I think I needed that.”

A text came through on your phone. Are you alright?

You replied quickly. Yes. The bartender is talking shit about you. They’re very charming.

You sent the message, then hesitated and typed out another text. Are they? Alright?

Ada leaned over the bar. “That him?”

“Yes,” you said, distracted. Another message from him: They’ll be fine. I just put them into a taxi.

Come upstairs.

----------

Ada pointed you to the back room again, where the alley door and the stairs to the second floor were laid out side by side. The red glow of the EXIT sign held your eye for a long moment.

You’d known what he was - the two of you had had a long discussion about it not two weeks ago, and another about consent, and what your limits were. It had all been very civil after the initial shock, sober and mature. It wouldn’t do to let your endorphins make decisions for you that you’d regret later in (or worse, irrevocably without) the cold light of day.

And now, before you…you had a choice to make.

“To hell with it,” you muttered under your breath, and began to make your way up the stairs.

----------

An office space was located above the bar. The first door to your right at the top of the stairs was ajar, a soft light coming from inside. “In here,” Wesker’s voice came from inside.

Last chance to turn back, you thought to yourself. But no, that wasn’t quite true. There had been a very clear crossroads at the bottom of the stairs, and you’d chosen to keep moving forward.

You pushed through the door. A large leather couch took up one wall of the office, and a huge, old oak desk took up half the room on the other side, with an elegant-looking wingback chair behind it. Wesker was leaning against the front of the desk, illuminated by dim sconce lighting on the walls. “The owner lets me use the space up here,” he said. “Ada’s quite good at that sort of damage control.”

Wesker had taken off his sunglasses. The low light made the bioluminescent glow of his eyes stand out stark in the shadows. He held a hand out to you, pushing off from the desk to step forward. “Come here.”

You took a slow step forward. Goosebumps were rising on your bare arms. “I’m not sure what I expected, back when you told me,” you confessed.

He tipped your chin up with one of those long, leather-clad hands once you’d drifted far enough into his orbit. “People lie about what they can handle,” he said quietly. “Even to themselves. Especially to themselves. It’s better to see sooner, before the mind starts to rationalize away their concerns.”

��I know what sunk cost is,” you replied, just a little tartly. He had a point. It didn’t mean you liked the feeling of being corraled. “So that’s why I didn’t get a warning, I suppose.”

“I’m sure Ada managed to find a way to apply a surcharge for doing it here.” You couldn’t help but smile a little at that, as his other hand moved to the curve of your waist. “You would have seen it sooner or later. We’ve been seeing eachother long enough that it was only a matter of time.”

He was watching you closely, gauging your reactions. You let your eyes wander down from that intense gaze. There was a few small drops of blood still on the corner of his mouth. You reached up without thinking - then hesitated, looking back to meet Wesker’s eyes. He tilted his head, almost smiling at you (he’d been so hard to read when you’d met, but you were getting better at interpreting the fine shifts in his body language) while he took your wrist in one hand. You felt your breath catch as he pressed cool lips to your palm, slowly trailing down to the pulse point at your wrist.

That subtle pressure at your waist grew firm as he used the loose embrace to switch your positions like a dancer, guiding you to take a step back. You felt the hard edge of the desk hit the back of your thighs. That little thrill of anticipation you felt with you stepped into this room began to unfurl into something languid, and hungry.

A soft little sound escaped you as Wesker crowded in on you, guiding you to push yourself onto the desktop. He pressed a leg forward between your knees.

He had done the same to that person out in the alley.

Those hands were trailing up your sides. Cool fingertips glided down your thighs to squeeze your knee, a knuckle dragged up your arm towards your neck. You could feel yourself relaxing into that cool, silky touch, leaning into it, already beginning to fall into that trance-like state he’d discovered when the two of you first began to fall in together only a few months ago.

One of those hands gently hooked your necklace, pulling you forward as he brought his mouth down to yours. The angle forced you to arc your body to meet him, so that he was practically on top of you despite the light, teasing contact.

The kiss was soft at first, brushing your lips lightly. You let your lips part, and he hummed approval. His mouth grew firmer, more insistent against yours. Wesker’s hands moved to pull your hips flush against his. You ground your own hips against his in response with a needy whine. He chuckled at the sound, hands tightening to keep you still while he devoured you.

You barely noticed when Wesker took the tie of your wrap dress in hand, pulling it loose in one deft motion. You opened your eyes at the sensation of cool air hitting your skin. He had asked you to wear this dress out tonight. “You planned this,” you said, in a voice trying to be sharp, but could only manage to sound mildly indignant.

Wesker hummed assent against your jaw. He began to move down your exposed body, sucking gently and nipping at your skin. His fangs scraped, but never broke the skin in a way that would have ignited you, had you not already been halfway there. His fingers brushed over the garters you’d chosen to wear. You’d chosen to skip the underwear. “I’d almost say you were expecting this tonight. A tasting, if you will.”

Your hands went back to brace yourself on the desk. “Some of it- ah!” That silver tongue of his had found another use, finding your core. He licked the length of your sex before that mouth fastened on your clit. One of those long fingers pushed inside you, joined by another. He paused, looked up at you, gauging, before straightening his back with a knowing smirk. You bit your lip- you’d put in your diaphragm during your trip to the bathroom earlier, and Wesker had just clearly just found that for himself. He moved back to press himself against you, All you could do in this state was cling to him, panting lightly.

Wesker touched your neck, that feather-light touch again with the back of his knuckles. “Might I? Or are you still…frightened?”

He knew you too well, to drop a gauntlet like that. Your heart sped up. “Go easy, but…alright.” Wesker smiled at your resolve, placing a gentle kiss on your brow. He moved back to your mouth, alternating between gentle and demanding until you felt dizzy. All the while, those fingers moved slowly inside you, pumping, occasionally curling and taking you apart, inch by delicious inch.

You’d become a mewling mess under that hand, making a soft sound of protest when he pulled his fingers out of you. Slowly, under your fuck-struck gaze, he ran his tongue over them, lapping up your slick fluids like the smuggest cat on the planet.

He was also taking his sweet fucking time with it.

You dearly wanted to call him an asshole in that moment. What you actually said was, “you’re overdressed,” in a slightly accusatory tone while shrugging your way out of the dress. Wesker smirked down at you. He reached down to unbuckle his belt. Pulling it loose, he considered it for a moment. “Maybe next time,” he promised, setting it on the desk beside you. The shirt came next, and your hands greedily moved over his exposed chest and shoulders as soon as it was gone. Wesker grasped you gently by the back of your head and kissed you again while his other hand traveled downward to open his slacks.

Distracted as you were, your eyes flew open as his cock breached you. The hand behind your head tightened in your hair, and you keened from the combined sensations while he sank into you.

Wesker broke the kiss to look down on you. Those burning eyes of his seemed to take on a near-demonic glow. “My, my,” he teased. “It seems you are ready.” He looped one arm under your knee and anchored his hand on your hip, shifting the angle to drag across that one nerve-packed little spot inside you. You gasped and shuddered at the slow onslaught, and he chuckled in your ear. “Good girl.” He murmured. You shivered at the rumble of his voice, at his breath in your ear. You wouldn’t last long at this rate. Already, you could feel that pressure inside yourself building, and fast.

His hand pulled at your hair again to remind you of its presence, and you moaned. “So responsive. If this is how you react now, I can just imagine how you’d come apart with a collar. Would you like to try one later, darling?” All the while, he’d started rolling his hips with slow acceleration, building friction and driving you slowly out of your mind.

In response, you contracted around him, almost wailing now. Your nails dug into his shoulders the picture he was painting in your mind's eye. You felt him smirk against your ear, even as he hissed at your reaction. It wasn’t fair that Wesker could sound this calm, while you were coming apart at the seams. He only barely seemed to be winded. “Next time, then,” he said. “II see we’re past the point of speaking.”

His thrusts came faster now, deep, with purpose. “I am glad we were able to have our little discussion about pain, earlier. Come.” That last word was spoken in command. Already approaching the edge, you felt the first cresting wave of your orgasm hit you, just as sharp fangs bit into your throat.

You came to little by little, lying on your side in that dark room. Gentle pressure from a hand moved up and down your side, and a glass of water had been set on a small side table not far away.

“There you are,” Wesker’s voice came from somewhere above you. You shifted to your back, looking up from where your head was pillowed on his lap. He’d carried you over to the leather couch after you had passed out, you realized.

“How long was I out?” You asked, voice rasping. He eased you up into a sitting position, still curled into his side, and handed you the glass of water. He had draped your dress over your naked body to keep you from getting cold. To your question, he said, “a few minutes. No more than that. This first time is sometimes a bit of a shock to the system- endorphins and blood pressure dropping can trigger fainting- but the recovery is always quick.”

You took a sip. “So…that’s normal?” It had felt amazing, but it was probably something to spark concern.

Wesker put a hand on your cheek, guiding you to look at him. His shirt was still off, and a fine patter of blood droplets was arrayed upon his chest, and just under his mouth. His eyes had gone back to the dull glow that he had when feeling relaxed and sated…which he had been, from you. “Normal isn’t the word I’d use, but not unusual. Take a few moments to rest, darling. You were wonderful…and later, we can discuss trying a few things, if I haven’t scared you off.”

You met his gaze and considered. You’d never felt in danger with him, in…this. Right now, you felt safe, and cared for.

You could stand to explore a little further.

“You haven’t scared me off,” you said slowly, “But next time I absolutely want to know what’s going to happen.”

Wesker’s mouth stretched into a slow smoldering smile. “I think that could be arranged.”

[munsonsreputation]

The Getaway Car

con artist!eddie munson x con artist!fem!reader

word count: [7.4k]

warnings: no use of y/n, mentions of scheming and stealing (literally the whole story), jason carver (yes he gets his own warning), mentions of weapon (like twice), cursing, and a whole lotta fun, the whole older teen gang is apart of it!!!

summary: you and your boyfriend eddie, along with your friends didn't have "normal" jobs. you all sought to make sure that the horrible people of the world got their karma the best way you knew how to dish it out. when you finally understand eddie's desire to con people, you set your sights on jason carver, the one person who truly scarred eddie's adolescence. a fake relationship, some sneaky friends, and a getaway car is all you need to make sure jason carver gets what's coming to him.

Jason Carver. He was bound for greatness, or at least that was what everyone had told him, making it enough for him to believe it was true. Star of the basketball team, accepted into an ivy league university with hefty scholarship covering most of his tuition, and most of all, a pretty girl around his arm. 

He had it all. 

You. Just a normal girl who wished nothing more to live a lavish life full of opulence with the man of her dreams…or at least that’s what Jason Carver thought. But like any other love triangle, things and people were never as they seemed. And you certainly weren’t an exception, because you knew something that Jason didn’t;

You two never had a shotgun shot in the dark. 

Eddie Munson. He was known as the satanic cult leader of Hawkins turned rock star, or that’s what everyone thought. Surface level, often a term used to describe what people thought about another person, merely just based on looks. That’s what a lot of people did to Eddie, and while it should’ve bothered him a lot more…

These days, it was better if people didn’t know what the real Eddie was capable of. 

“Honey!” His voice rang through the large home, echoing off the walls, up the staircase, and into the doorway of your shared bedroom where he watched you looked yourself in the mirror, securing the back of your glittering necklace before facing him. 

You flashed him your signature smile, your painted pointer finger coaxing him forward while he snickered, withdrawing his hands from his pant pockets, and gripping the sides of your waist when he got to you.

“You look gorgeous.” 

“Thank you.” You closed your eyes, feeling him kiss your cheek before opening them back up. 

Your fingers went to his bowtie, straightening it and giving him a curt nod. “You look nice…are you ready to go?” 

“Of course.” He agreed, holding his arm out for you and giving you another kiss on the cheek when you placed a warm hand in his. 

The length of your dress trailed behind you, with each clack of your heels against the porcelain stairs you felt powerful, but not because of how you lived this lavish lifestyle thanks to Jason Carver himself, but how you were playing him in the plain sight. 

“Oh, my god!” You gasped, retracting your hand from Jason’s arm and clasping it over your heart. 

He looked at you with concern, scanning to see if you had twisted your ankle or injured yourself going down. “What is it, honey?” 

“I almost forgot my ring!” You frowned down at your bare fingers, not adorned with the large diamond ring Jason had presented to you only three months into your “relationship.” 

Jason laughed, reaching for your hand and giving it a kiss, “I’ll go get it for you—“ 

You interrupted him, swaying your head and looking back up the stairs, “I can get it, Jason…I need to reapply my lipstick, anyway.” 

He looked at you hesitantly for a moment until you nodded assuringly, “I’ll be quick, promise! You can start up the car and by the time I get down we’ll be ready to go!” 

“Fine, just make sure you lock the front door…the alarm and cameras are still broken, and the repairman doesn’t know when they’ll get the parts to fix it.” He told you warily, pointing to the double locks on the front door just a few feet away from the base of the stairs where you two stood. 

You shot him a convincing smile, leaning forward to press your lips closer to his face. “Kiss, please?” 

“You’ll ruin your lipstick, honey.” He chuckled, shaking his head. 

Pretending to whine and playing an act, you trudged your heel foot into the floor and tried again, “I’m going to touch it up anyway…are you really going to deprive your future wife of a kiss?” 

He caved quickly, grinning apologetically, “One kiss then we’ve got to get moving.” 

You nodded, closing your eyes as you felt him kiss you. The urge to push him off and vomit on the ground burying itself in the pit of your stomach, maintaining the scene until he pulled away and you two both opened your eyes. A faint lipstick mark tattooed onto his lips as you giggled, rubbing your thumb across his skin and smudging it away. 

Turning on your heels, you heard his footsteps hush as you progressed up the stairs until the front door shut close, permitting you the opportunity to speak without being caught. 

“All clear. Is everyone in position?” You trotted the rest of the way, a light finger pushing in on the device in your ear hidden by your hair. 

Static came through, making you wince at the noise before your favorite voice spoke.

“Letting him kiss you? Darling, are you trying to kill me?” 

You rolled your eyes as you approached the bedroom, opening up your clutch where the engagement ring was hiding all this time and sliding it onto your finger. Heading into the closet is where the replica ring sat, just in case Jason didn’t let you retrieve it upstairs and didn’t want to blow your cover for the night—you slipped that into your clutch, anyway.

“I thought you told me to play the role of a submissive housewife.” You rebutted, driving aside the rack of clothes that hung and uncovering the safe that hid behind all the garments. 

Eddie chortled and a slight clack of his tongue following, “Emphasis on housewife. You’re only engaged.” 

You humored him, providing a genuine laugh while you carefully swiveled the dial to get into the safe. If there was one thing for certain, it was that Jason was an over-trusting jerk who gave up the combination to the safe the first time you had asked him and assured you wouldn’t ever unlock it, but just wanted the code in case of an emergency. 

What a dumbass. 

“I thought we agreed no flirting on the channel.” Steve’s speech came through, causing you to roll your eyes once again and Eddie told him to shut up, their constant repartee being normal during operations like this and kept you entertained.

“You’ve got thirty seconds before he starts getting ansty.” Eddie advised, monitoring the time on his clock, estimating your time that would make Jason apprehensive. 

“Almost there.” You muttered, eyes squinting to make sure you got the arrow on the right number before you twisted the handle and—

“It’s open!” You celebrated quietly, clapping your hands and dusting them off as you stood up, shifting the clothes in place to hide the safe in plain sight. The safe that was home to stacks of cash, extravagant pieces of jewelry, and priceless heirlooms.

“Excellent baby,” He applauded from his position in his van. Now speaking to everyone and making sure it was good to go, he said “The safe is open. I repeat the safe is open. Is everyone in position?” 

A chorus of “yeses” replied through the channel, praising you and telling you “good job.”

“Ten seconds.” Eddie reminded you, moving you to groan, clicking it shut and tossing the product into your clutch as you dashed down the stairs, never minding that you could fall and fuck the whole operation up. 

You kicked ass in heels. Running down the stairs was a walk in the park. 

You opened the door, smiling at Jason who was watching from inside of the car. You turned to face the door, whispering softly, “Silence until I cue back in.” 

You pretended to lock the door, even making an effort to turn the knob and struggle, “Copy.” 

“I wasn’t too long was I?” you requested when you opened the passenger door, getting comfortable before flinging it shut. 

Jason checked his watch and shook his head, putting the car into gear and taking a peek at you. “Right on time, honey.” 

You smirked, clicking your seatbelt in, “Excellent, baby” you sighed, legs crisscrossing over one another as he reversed out of the driveway and began the route to where the big business conference was happening. 

Staring out the quarter glass and into the quiet neighborhood, you bit back a grin once you saw the discrete electrician van parked just a few blocks away from the mansion. In the front, there sat a disguised Steve in the driver’s seat with Robin beside him in the passenger, the two of them shooting you a subtle wave and smile as you drove by. 

Jason was oblivious, too focused on the music coming from the radio and rehearsing his big speech that he spent weeks memorizing with the help of you. 

He was an idiot. 

You suspected that Jason would have some semblance or even skepticism of how you and him got together in the first place. After all, he was smart. He scored a good job that payed him substantial money. But the thing is…he was book smart. The poor guy couldn’t tell if he was getting scammed even with the most obvious details floating right under his nose. 

Eddie had introduced you to the world of scheming after you had almost fallen for a trick that a stranger was playing on you—the classic stranded hiker ploy that would’ve gotten you stranded in the middle of Indiana during a winter storm. 

Typically Eddie would turn a blind eye considering that fact that he too was a con artist, but there was one specific rule that he kept, no matter what. 

Never target the innocent. 

But the innocent was always subjective.

Something that intrigued you and brought you face to face with Eddie at a diner just a few blocks from where you were nearly tricked. He told you all about the con artist world—his world where he only targeted those who were hurting innocent people for their own selfish benefit. How big corporations were stealing and cheating everyday individuals with no reverberations and so more people should play the game and win bigger. 

That was all the convincing you needed to join forces with him, eventually meeting his friends; Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin…all of which were con artists as well. 

Eddie took you under his wing, bringing you along and showing you the ropes of how to successfully trick people out of their money. It wasn’t too long after that your company had become a normal circumstance that he lusted after, triggering up the courage for him to ask you if you’d permanently worked with him. Not just as career partners, but romantic ones. 

You gladly accepted his offer because it was more than the thrill of getting to work with someone you had tender feelings for, but more so the fact that you started to understand Eddie and his reasonings for his efforts the closer you two had become. 

His desire to do what he did for a living all derived from the trauma and treatment that he faced growing up. Scrutinized by his own family, but also strangers that he went to school with. Tormenting him every day of his life with spiteful words and receiving nothing but a smack on the wrist all while he had to live with the misery of being somebody’s punching bag. 

It made you sympathize with him. Recognize that the world was just one big wicked place and the only way to ever feel some sort of justice was getting it yourself. And so you proposed your own offer…getting back at the people who hurt Eddie. 

At the top of his list was the only and only Jason Carver. 

Public information regarding what he was doing with his life after high school graduation wasn’t too hard to find. He managed to get into Harvard, bringing your group to Massachusetts where he now resided after finishing early and scoring a big boy job at some major corporation in town. It was your first out-of-state operation, but you were determined to milk him dry of every penny he had ever received, and most importantly his pride. 

And that led to exactly how you were able to “meet” Jason. 

You were sitting at the bar of the fancy restaurant where he was just a few tables down with his colleagues celebrating his raise by treating all his closest co-workers to a divine dinner. Looking as lonely as ever, he approached like some kind of messiah, sitting beside you, resting a hand on your knee. 

“Can I get you a drink?” 

You turned your head, smirking and speaking loud enough for the bartender to hear, “An old-fashioned, please.” 

“Coming right up.” The bartender responded, back still facing the both of you as he moved to get the drinks made. 

Jason smirked, speaking, “Make that two.” 

He talked you up for a couple of minutes. Telling you his whole life story in a matter of moments, bragging about his new raise while his coworkers whistled your way, whooping prideful remarks to Jason who smirked their way with an overpowering sense of confidence that made you want to jab him square in the jaw. 

But it was all about playing the long game. 

“Two old fashions.” 

The bartender turned around, planting each of your drinks on a square napkin, shooting you a smile that you knew all too well. Your favorite rock star slash con-artist all in one, cleaned up for the fraudulent evening. His curly hair was drawn back into a low bun as he sported a black button down and black slacks to fit the role. 

“Munson.” Jason spoke surprisingly, eyes growing when he recognized who it was. 

You played clueless, paying them no mind and stirring your beverage with the straw as they conversed. 

“Carver. How have you been, man?” 

You wanted to laugh at how casual Eddie was playing, as if he wasn’t dying to call Jason all the names in the book like he had been telling you since you had begun planning this moment. 

Jason scowled, reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet, plucking out one of his business cards, “I’m on top of the world, Eddie,” He rudely tossed the card on the bar, bestowing a grunt from Eddie who picked it up, examining the contents printed on it. 

“I got the hell out of Hawkins and now I’m making big bucks…how did you get here?” 

He asked the question as if Eddie wasn’t capable of becoming something great, something that made your blood boil as you understood why Eddie hated his guts. 

Eddie pocketed the card, wiggling his shoulders and looking around the restaurant, spotting the rest of the team watching in a nearby corner, “Needed a change of scenery. Didn’t know Massachusetts had so much to offer.” 

He rested his palms on the counter, grinning broadly at his own little obscure joke as you bit back a laugh. You quietly got up, alcohol still in hand as you sauntered away, “Hey! You’ve got to pay for that!” Eddie hailed out. 

Your heels never ceased, only tossing your head back to shout out a reply, “Pick up my tab, Carver. That’s your name, right?” 

There was a flirtatious tone woven into your words, luring Jason in on your trap, as you could hear him tossing down a wad of bills towards Eddie and sprinting after you, neglecting his own drink that was still untouched. 

“Hey! Where are you going?” Jason shouted out behind you, every step you took faster than the last until you were outside of the restaurant looking left and right, cars passing through the busy streets. 

Searching for his vehicle, the glossy black Porsche convertible parked prettily along the curb of the street. You radiated, taking a quick sip of your drink and going towards it with him hot on your tail. 

“You can’t leave with restaurant property!” Eddie hollered, bolting out the restaurant. 

You whistled, lifting your chin to Jason’s ride, “I need a ride. Desperately.” 

Jason rapidly went into his pocket, unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you. Too busy drinking and him not thinking straight he did whatever you asked.

“Hey! Come back here!” Eddie proceeded to shout, running after you two as Jason got into the driver’s seat, starting up the engine and putting it into gear. 

“Go, go, go!” You urged him, feeling the car begin to accelerate, leaving Eddie in the dust as you and Jason drove off into the night in the getaway car. 

But with the three of you—it was all just a sideshow. The getaway car would mark the spot where everything would eventually fall apart in the weeks to come. None of you feeling sorry whatsoever.

You took a deep breath, shaking the memory away from your conscience knowing you had to be focused for the rest of the night to keep the plan intact. You were minutes away from the convention center where the event would be held, and you needed to find an opportunity to be alone for a few moments to ensure everything was going smoothly. 

“Are you ok?” Jason darted over at you, looking blankly at the streets he drove on. 

It took you a second to come back, blinking gradually before turning your head and nodding, “Y-yeah, just a little nervous to meet your coworkers and their wives.” 

He awed at your uneasiness, removing one of his hands from the steering wheel and running it up your exposed thigh where the dress flowed back on, “Don’t be scared, you’re going to blow their mind like the way you did me.” You let out a relieved sigh, pondering how you really blew his mind without even meaning to. 

He was so oblivious. 

“I need an old-fashioned.” You told him.

He rubbed his thumb over your knee and purred, “I’ll get you one as soon as we get there.” 

It was only a few more turns and stoplights before you two had arrived at the venue. It was packed, a long line of cars filled with businessmen and their preppy wives and girlfriends awaiting to get inside and mingle amongst themselves. You weren’t looking forward to making small talk with anyone and you weren’t planning to. 

Nancy had mapped out the building prior, giving you code to employee only lavatories where you would be able to hideout in peace, waiting until it was the perfect time to strike. 

“Good evening Mr. Carver.” 

You wanted to giggle when Jason approached the valet attendant stand. Eddie had tidied up nicely once again, this time sporting an all black suit with leather gloves protecting his tattooed hands. 

“E-Eddie? How did you even book this job?” Jason demanded ridiculously, closing his eyes and resting it against the headrest in displeasure. 

This gave Eddie the time to shoot you a wink that had you blushing, turning your head the other way to hide the redness pushing past your already rosy cheeks.

“I’m a man of many talents…valet parking will be $5.” 

Jason just exhaled, opening his eyes back up and reaching for his wallet and pulling out a $10, shoving it in Eddie’s chest begrudgingly,

“Keep the rest of it and make sure this baby is spotless by the time my fiancé and I get back…I just got this thing detailed.” 

Eddie snickered, rolling his eyes and cramming the bill into his pocket square, treading back as Jason got out of the car and handed him the keys to his most prized possession. 

You waited in your seat until Jason opened your door, holding a hand out for you to take as you got out. Getting a moment to smooth your dress down and fix your hair, Eddie got into the driver’s seat, starting it up, but not before taking one last glance at you and chatting. 

“You’re the same girl who stole that glass.” He pointed at you, not before Jason tugged you along, giving you only seconds to reply. 

“Sorry about that…have a goodnight Mr. Munson.” 

You didn’t get the chance to see him drive off into the parking garage as Jason had slipped his arm across your back, leading you inside the building, not even noticing your reply you had spoken to Eddie.

There was instant mingling, running into Jason’s boss and his wife who looked bored out of her mind. Honestly, you couldn’t blame her. Nothing was more boring than sitting around listening to men talk about numbers. Numbers that were fabricated and meant absolutely nothing to anyone there who had a fully functioning brain. 

“Honey, I’m going to use the restroom.” You whispered faintly into his ear, trying not to disturb the discussion he was having with his boss and comrades. 

He nodded and turned to you, pecking your lips and patting the small of your back, awarding you permission to walk away. Not that you needed it, anyway. 

The second you were out of his view, you were in rapid form. Your brain repeating the specific directions that Nancy gave you regarding the blueprint of the building. Each floor had an employee only bathroom located on the opposite side of the room. The only issue was not getting caught. If any actual employee saw a guest entering the code, it would cause a shitstorm of problems that would draw itself back to you and Jason. 

“All clear.” You muttered, looking at the ground to avoid any suspicion. 

Again there was a brief static before Eddie came through, “You didn’t tell me you’d be wearing that dress.” 

“Is that really important right now?” You indicated through smiling teeth, greeting the surrounding strangers while you maneuvered your way through the crowds. 

“It is when you look that good and you’re not even my date.” 

Another wave of a static cut through, causing Eddie to curse when his romance was getting interrupted,

“We’re inside Carvers’ house. Heading for the safe first.” Robin declared as she and Steve ascended up the stairs and pushed the bedroom door open. 

Your eyes darted back and forth, seeing the bathroom just a few doors down. Guests were too busy deep in their conversation and turned the other way for them to notice. So swiftly your heels moved against the carpeting, head turning back every few seconds before you made it behind the wall, fingers pushing into the keypad the code Nancy gave you. 

The light flashed green, and you heard the lock click open from the inside. Twisting it free, you went for shelter, sealing it shut and heading to the sink to rest your palms against the frosty marble.  

“No one told me about guns. Jason has guns?!” Steve shouted, rummaging through the safe with his gloved hands while Robin tore the clothes off the hangers and stuffed it in a garbage bag.

You looked into the mirror, catching your reflection, “Illegal guns. He doesn’t have a permit. Leave those there, but take everything else.” 

“Copy.” Steve and Robin both repeated, gathering everything in their sighs but the weapons, as you mentioned. 

Turning on the water and running your hands under the coolness, you were able to breathe. Getting the chance to calm your nerves knowing that so far everything was going to plan.

Steve and Robin were doing the work of grabbing everything that was every worth something to Jason and pocketing it to share amongst all of you.

Nancy was somewhere in the building keep her eyes on Jason to ensure he was kept busy while you got to business.

Jonathan was in the parking garage with Eddie, changing the plates on the car and getting ready for the great escape before he would take his place as a photographer during the event.

“You doing alright, sweetheart?” Eddie proposed concerningly not hearing you speak for a while. 

You shut the water off, pressing your damp hands against your chest ignoring the large pendant dangling there, “Uh huh, just taking a breath…are the plates ok?” 

“Yeah, yeah, Jonny just switched them out.” He informed you, more interested in your well-being than his task.

“Do you want me to come up there or how about this…Wheeler? Nance? Go check on her for me.” 

You were about to object. Tell them that you were fine but Nancy spoke instantly, “I’ll be there in two. Get in a stall in case it’s not me.” 

“Copy.” You took a deep breath, heading into the last stall and locking it shut. 

There were no more sounds or talking coming from the earpiece. Just silence and seconds ticking until you held your breath at the door of the bathroom opening. Quiet footsteps against the tiles that had you bracing yourself against the two walls before the small voice spoke. 

“It’s me. All clear.” 

Letting out a relieved sigh, you slid the lock open and walked straight into Nancy’s arms. She wrapped them around you, smoothing her palms up and down your arms getting you to some sort of calm. Usually, on most operations, you were confident, sly, and collective. Not that you weren’t either of them this time around, but there was more pressure. 

This mission was solely on your shoulders. If at any moment, Jason unearthed anything before your grand outbreak, it would all come hurtling down and there would be no justice for Eddie.

The one person you wanted to do this for. 

“Is she alright?” Eddie came through the piece and Nancy gave him a brief reply of “Yes, I’ve got her.” 

Eventually she drew you away, taking a good look at you and searching your eyes to see if you were ok, “You’ve got this. He’s in the palm of your hands, you’ve got it.” 

Jason had been in the palm of your hands for the last three months—the longest scheme to date.

Most assignments took two weeks, sometimes even less than that. It was easy scheming assholes out of their money, hell you could’ve scammed Jason out of every penny the second you met him, but this was more than just taking his money. This was about hurting him deeply the same way he did to Eddie years ago. 

This was about revenge. 

You got to know the deepest, most vulnerable parts of Jason’s life. Him confessing to providing his high school basketball team with performance-enhancing drugs to win games. How he tricked his own father and grandfather into giving him a loan that was never used for its intended purpose. And most of all, him providing you with proof of his lousy cash grab. Deceiving innocent everyday people out of their hard earned money and convincing them to invest in a business that was worth rock bottom shit. 

So maybe this was more than getting justice for Eddie—but exposing Jason and the rest of his lousy business partners, ruining their reputation for good. 

For the last three months, you all had been gathering evidence. Every little piece of proof that would be enough to damage Jason’s life. 

Robin was able to use her techy capabilities to get into the firm’s system, highlighting every discrepancy there were records of. 

Jonathan and Nancy worked together, her being able to get keys to the office after hours so Jonathan could snap photo proof of everything happening behind the four walls. 

Steve used his obvious charm: meeting with those who were victims of the big business scams and gathering testimonies disguised as an interviewer. 

Eddie was on surveillance, keeping eyes on you at all times when you were with Jason, making sure you were safe. He was even the one who broke the security cameras and disabled the alarm system.

And you did the heavy lifting, devoting every free second to Jason and learning more and more about his life. Slithering your way into his life and practically moving yourself into his home, allowing him to think that you were actually serious about him. Making him trust you with everything he had in life. 

Jason was in your palm. You just needed to crush him now.

“Leaving the residence now.” Steve notified you all. The van door, barring close as he signaled Robin to drive out first in the other stolen car from the Carver home, before he followed closely behind her, leaving no trace behind.

“Does anyone have eyes on Carver?” You called for, smiling at Nancy and giving her a thankful hug as you finally felt like yourself again after being reminded. 

This time Jonathan spoke. “He’s about to take his seat. You’ve got two minutes before he comes looking for you.” 

Nancy and you shared a look, and she sprung into action, reaching underneath the sink in front of you and grabbing a tray she had hidden there hours ago along with a pair of short glasses. 

You reached for napkins, patting your neck and chest dry of the excess water droplets that lingered there before tossing your hair to make it seem like you were busy fixing it. 

“Ready?” You turned to her, and she nodded, bracing the tray on her one hand and filling the glasses with the sink water she wasn’t planning on serving anyway and placing them onto of it.

“Ready…silence until one of us cues in.” 

“Copy.” Everyone responded and Nance nodded her chin to the door, gesturing for you to go first, which you did. The coast was clear as everyone was beginning to move out of the hallways and into the main room where people were beginning to take their seats for the rest of the night. 

You walked alone for a few seconds, just until you could hear Nancy behind you, shooting you a smile as she sped up and turned the opposite way into the double doors of the kitchen while you proceeded forward into the candlelit site, immediately spotting Jason sitting alone at a table looking around until he found you. 

He waved you over, pointing down at the drink that rested on the table. You grinned affectionately, striding over to him and pecking his lips, thanking as he pulled your chair out and insisted that you took a seat first. 

“What took you so long?” He requested quietly, taking his seat beside you and dropping his arm across your shoulder while you put your clutch down and lifted your drink. 

You rose your brow, swirling it in your palm, “I must have gotten lost…this place has so many twists and turns.” Shrugging your shoulders, you took a sip, watching as the lights dimmed down and the first presenter of the night took the stage with the projector lighting up behind them with boring infographics. 

It took everything in you to not fall over sideways and sleep through the boring business talk. But Jason would nudge you every few minutes where you’d blank out, staring at a wall that was more compelling than anything coming out of these people’s mouths. 

Thankfully, there was an abrupt break, providing guests time to get up and use the bathroom before the next presenter, Jason, who would be taking the stage to brag about his own performances this season. 

“Mr. Carver?” The voice was familiar, and you knew it was Jonathan. He was gathering all the businessmen around to snap a few photos of them while everyone else went to get a drink or use the restroom. 

You patted Jason’s thigh, prompting him to get up and head over to the stage where all his buddies were huddled, whistling at him. Jonathan caught your eyes, smirking and tapping his ear, signaling you to talk. 

“All clear. Jesus fuckin’ Christ, I’m bored out of my mind.” You grumbled, covering your mouth with your hand. 

Eddie came through promptly, his contagious laugh echoing in your ears. The best thing you heard all night, “Tell me about it darling…damn near fell asleep just listening.” 

“Do you need another drink?” Nancy came through with a little commotion in the background from the kitchen. 

You considered it for a second, staring down at your almost empty glass of whisky before letting out an “uh uh,” 

“Any more alcohol in my system, then I’ll storm the stage and tell them all to shut the fuck up.” 

Jonathan suppressed his own laugh behind the camera, as the others had more freedom, letting out a string of agreements and laughter at your brutal honesty. 

“Ten minutes to showtime. You ready, baby?” Eddie asked you, fingers tapping against the steering wheel as he looked down at his watch, noting the time and how Jason was only minutes away from presenting, but you were seconds away from bursting his bubble. 

You picked up the cold glass, finger tips coated in the wet condensation, humming as you sipped the watered down liquor, then covering your mouth once more, “Ready than ever. Hurry it up Byers, you only need so many photos of them smiling.” 

“Shut up.” Jonathan said under his breath, setting down the camera and excusing the men before turning back to you with a quick chuckle. 

“Silence.” You said hastily as Jason approached, taking his seat right next to you again only to be greeted by Jonathan once more, this time holding a clipboard and a pen. 

“Sorry Mr. Carver…just need a signature for publishing permissions of the photo. Hoping to get it into the newspaper.” 

Jason nodded, not giving Jonathan any verbal confirmation and instead snatching the pen out of his hand and signing his name on the dotted line without ever reading what was on the paper and most importantly the fine print.

“Thanks.” Jonathan mumbled, winking towards you which Jason didn’t catch, only walking away and excusing himself out the emergency exit double doors that didn’t chime. 

Jason was too busy mentally preparing himself for his big speech to notice you fiddling with the pen Jonathan had left behind. His mouth releasing the words he memorized as he gawked up at the ceiling to downplay any distractions, some sort of studying technique he told you about. By now you were scribbling onto the square piece of napkin that came with your old-fashioned earlier in the night before folding it neatly and tucking the pen into your clutch. 

“Now ladies and gentleman, the next speaker is one hell of a man…his numbers and clients skyrocketing this year, granting him a raise. And that is none other than Jason Carver!” 

Everyone applauded as the lights dimmed back down and the spotlight shone on Jason. He smiled anxiously, binding fingers with you and holding it up proudly as you had to pretend to be impressed, pressing yourself into his side as everyone continued to cheer. 

That spotlight feeling like freedom on your face.

“But before Jason takes the stage…let me tell you a little more about the great Jason Carver and everything he has been able to accomplish this year.” 

The light reversed back to the moderator, giving Jason a few more seconds to prepare himself, but not before you began to speak. 

You pulled yourself away from his side, resting back snugly in your chair as your legs crossed over one another, “You’re pathetic, you know that?” 

“E-excuse me?” His eyes came widening towards you with a look of incredulity and confusion written across his forehead, making you only laugh loud enough for nearby tables to hear. 

“I said you’re pathetic, Jason Carver. I can’t believe someone like you would be so dumb to trust the woman he met on a random Friday night without ever questioning my motives.” 

You sat forward, propping your chin upon your fists, mock pouting at his lack of awareness, making you feel even more superior than you already were. 

“Do you really think I cared about you? Oh honey, don’t pretend it’s such a mystery. You’re absolutely out of your mind to ever think I would settle for a lousy businessman who takes advantage of every single person and family who waltzes into your office, hoping they're making an investment for their children’s future.” 

He shook his head, looking at you with pure fury replacing the confusing, and his eyebrows looked like they were about to crawl off his face and jump at you with every single second you spent talking. 

“You were an asshole before you got this job. Remember all the lives you ruined back in high school? Tormenting everyone you thought were scrum of the Earth because they didn’t come from wealth? Or maybe even threatening to kill a certain group of kids who liked to play an innocent fantasy game?” 

All the information you were hurling at him didn’t seem to connect in the moment. Undoubtedly still taken aback by your unforeseen change of attitude and insight that you had regarding his life. 

Instead of opposing he followed your figure standing up, dusting your dress and rolling your shoulders back, as all eyes in the venue now were on you and Jason for other reasons.

“You’re nothing but a no good son of a bitch who is going to rot in jail for the rest of your life…but who knows maybe one of these men will be your cellmate. It won’t be too lonely then.” You sneered aloud, gasps permeating the room as the projector glitched out and all the evidence you had gathered exposed on the screen, courtesy of Robin’s hacking skills even miles away. 

You smiled manically, searching around the room at the faces of the scorn colleagues who were guilty of the same crimes as Jason, tucking their heads to their chests and refusing to meet eyes with you or their dates for the night. 

Chaos ensued soon enough. Shouts, screams, protests, cries, every emotion associated with shock and betrayal filled that room, giving you the opportunity to pick up your clutch in one hand then the drink and napkin in the other. 

“Go to hell, Jason Carver.” 

The rest of the icy liquid spattered onto Jason who roared bitterly, driving off his chair and wiping his face and chest down. 

“Heading for the entrance.” Eddie announced, starting up the vehicle and reversing speedily out of the stall and down the parking garage. 

The train of your dress flew in the breeze as you sprinted through the building, a mixture of laugher and glorious sentences leaving your mouth with no care in the world for the people hounding behind you and more importantly Jason who demanded answers right this second. 

“Cops should be pulling up in fifteen seconds.” Robin cautioned, observing just blocks away from the building where she sat in Jason’s second car, a bright red Mercedes Benz that was his second most prized possession after the Porsche that took the two of you here in the first place. 

“Hey! Stop running!” Jason hollered ferociously, just feet behind you but it was too late as you sped past the revolving doors, only taking a sharp glimpse behind you to flash him your signature smile, the same one that struck a match and blew his mind. 

Three quick honks filled the crisp evening air, followed by your favorite voice, prompting you to snap your head back forward, “Get in!” 

You beamed at the love of your life, ignoring the door altogether and hopping over it to get in your seat just before Jason and the rest of the crowd reached the outside.

You began shrieking with a laugh, cutting in your voice, “Go! Go! Go!” 

The sirens rang through the air as you and Eddie drove off, leaving everybody astonished. The only trace you left behind was the napkin sailing through the air before sinking down to the rocky streets only to be plucked by Jason who unfolded it, fuming by the minute as he read it to himself. 

“Think about the place where you first met me…” 

You felt the weight of the world come off your shoulders the second you were out of view from the cursed building and never looking back. The wind sweeping against your skin making you feel more electrifying than ever before, until amusement that wasn’t yours reverberated through the gust.

“C’mon, seatbelt, you swindler.” Eddie joked, patting your lap as you giggled reaching for the belt and securing it over your body.

You couldn’t resist clasping his face and smacking a kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red tattoo on his pale skin. “I love you!”

“I love you too, you menace.” He laughed some more, followed by the honking coming from all around you two where you were speeding down the roads, entering the highway in a few miles.

Steve drove behind you in the fake electrician caravan that occupied practically every single belonging that was once lived in the Carver residence. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, and even art pieces.

Everything was no longer his.

To your right, Robin was of course in the cherry red Mercedes Benz, all the windows down as she cheered and remained beeping enthusiastically. Her car was loaded with the currency and smaller safes that held the small amounts of cash that Jason kept hidden. Or so he thought he did.

And to your left, Nancy and Jonathan drove in Eddie’s van. The car being the main vessel that took you to every city and town where assignments were conjured up and planned to the T.

All license plates of the cars swapped, leaving no trace or evidence behind.

“Where to next?” You looked over at Eddie and he turned to you, his hair blowing in the wind as he smiled.

“Lenora, Califorina.”

You rose your brows, speaking to Eddie and everyone else who was listening in on the earpiece, “Why California?”

Static came through one last time followed by Jonathan’s voice, “We’re paying Angela Bremner’s family a little visit.”

Remembering her name and what she had done to Jonathan’s little sister, you smirked, resting your head back on the headrest and closing your eyes. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Many would argue that what you and Eddie, and the rest of your friends were doing was just about as bad as what the businessmen were doing to their “investors,” but you loved arguing, so you had all day to explain yourself.

You all did this for a reason, something bigger than yourselves and more so about humanity as a whole. There were billions of people in the world, so there was bound to be a handful of asshole who frauded innocent people out of money.

But that was never you.

Never Eddie.

And never the rest of the group.

If anything, you all made a pact to take only what you needed and splurge every once in a while. The rest of the belongings were either traded for cash that would go to paying off someone’s mortgage or debt. And most times, making an anonymous donation to somewhere in need.

Perhaps it wasn’t the most ethical way of doing things, but you lived for the pleasure of knowing that the right people would end up behind bars while you all did the work that everyone else was afraid to do.

The news was quick to pick up this story. Making headlines across the state and all over the world with Jason Carver and the rest of his now convicted coworkers, paying the ultimate price for wronging all the innocent families. And the victims all receiving an undisclosed and substantial check that would cover the damage that the corrupt business created for them and their loved ones.

The only missing piece to the story that fascinated the world was the girl with no detectable identity that was allegedly engaged to Carver and all the others who had a hand in making it all happen. Everything Jason had told the authorities about you was a lie…a good one that even the law couldn’t seem to piece together. Your name, life-story, everything you had told Jason was fabricated, and he didn’t even know it.

No evidence, not even a shred or fingerprint left behind to name either of you.

So maybe nothing good ever started in a getaway car to begin with. Something Jason Carver should’ve seen coming the second you entered his life and the moment you were the first to leave.

But one thing was for certain…you and Eddie were jet-set, ready to take on what was next as long as he was in the driver’s seat, and you were in the passenger waving goodbye to the next victim of The Getaway Car.

A/N: S/O to the amazing taylor swift and jack antonoff for writing this fucking masterpiece of a song and inspiring this fic. Holy shit....this is the most fun I've ever had writing a song fic. This idea came to me out of nowhere and I immediately got to writing and this is one of the works I am most proud of <3333 Reblogs, tags, comments, likes, ANYTHING is appreciated. Let me know what you think!!!!

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The Violet Room

Peggy Carter x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You’re a nurse who lives next to Peggy Carter at The Griffith Hotel. You’ve started to develop feelings for her, but in 1946, it’s hard to tell if a woman shares the same feelings. 

Warnings: Nothing but good ol’ fashion secret lesbians. Implied homophobic environment, but it’s the 40′s so ofc.

1,221 Words

You arrive at The Griffith after a long day at the hospital, ready to sit back and prop your achy feet up. Working a double shift surrounded by patients with tuberculosis wasn't easy, but you were proud of your job.

As you got to the door of your room, you heard the heels clicking against the floor, growing closer and closer behind you. It was your neighbor, Miss Carter, looking as ravishing as ever in her dark blue dress and red lipstick. Her presence made you take a quick inventory of your appearance, only to realize you likely look like you feel: an overworked nurse. 

"Evening, Y/N." Miss Carter greeted you, digging around in her bag for her keys. Her voice was captivating all on its own and so recognizable that you would have known it was her from a mile away. You brought your head up to meet her gaze. 

"Good evening, Miss Carter." You returned the greeting with your warmest smile. Her smiling back at you caused a rouge on your cheeks that would put the artificial type to shame. The moment you took to look away, you saw a run in her stockings, revealing only the slightest bit of skin on her gorgeous right leg. "Rough day today?" You ask, gesturing to it. Miss Carter looked down to see what you were referring to and let out a small giggle. 

"Oh, well, yes, it would appear that way. It's a long story." She spoke. You loved listening to her talk, watching her eyes sparkle as she told you about things she loves. Before you could even register the words queued up in your brain, they slid off your tongue. 

"Yeah? I'll buy you a drink, and you can tell me about it." You stood slightly panicked for a moment, waiting for the rejection, but it didn't come. Instead, you were met with a smile and nod. 

"I really need that."

You decided to take Miss Carter to The Violet Room, a hole-in-the-wall bar that was women-only and considered a haven for queer women. You weren't sure if she knew about this place or what it stood for, but she seemed relieved by the quietness and the ability for women to get together and enjoy a drink in peace. 

The two of you sat together in a booth, working on your second whisky neat of the evening and laughing about when Miss Carter's co-worker ripped his trousers trying to get out of his seat too fast. Somehow that led to a conversation about relationships. 

"So, do you have anyone special in your life?" You asked, watching her blot away the last lipstick from her perfect lips onto a napkin. 

She got quiet for a second before she answered, "No, not at this time. Yourself?" 

You shook your head, "No, I've had trouble finding the right person, truthfully." 

"I understand. I can barely tolerate men, myself." Miss Carter explained. You couldn't help but laugh at the comment before you felt it necessary to put your cards on the table. 

You found yourself leaning closer to the doe-eyed woman as you spoke. "Do you know the history of this place?" You asked, referring to the bar. Miss Carter shrugged, "Not at all, no." 

"After prohibition, this place was opened as a speakeasy for women. As time passed, it became something much more. A safe space for women who enjoy the company of other women over a man." You told, eyes flicking around the dim setting. 

At first, Miss Carter didn't seem to understand, and maybe it was the whiskey or your pride, but you felt you had come too far to back out. "I'm pretty sweet on you, Miss Carter. Though I know it's a long shot, I feel it would be useless if I never brought it up." You explained. Miss Carter's eyes widened, and she seemed flustered for a moment. You had never seen her this way before.

"Oh! I... well, I'm not sure how to respond. I'm flattered, really." She stumbled over her words. You began to feel a hint of disappointment creep up as she started gathering her bag. "I really do need to get going. Not because of you, just have an early morning tomorrow."

"No worries, Miss Carter. Thank you for having some drinks with me." You said, remaining polite as she stood, 

"I'll see you around, Y/A." She proclaimed before her heels clicked frantically out the door. You sat by yourself now, finishing your drink.

There was a rap at your door that awoke you from your slumber. You flicked on your bedside light and checked the time on your wristwatch. Who could be knocking on my door at one in the morning?

You got up and quickly threw on a robe to answer the door, and to your surprise, it was Miss Carter knocking, dawning her housecoat. 

"May I come in?" She asked before you got a chance to greet her. You nod and open the door a bit more for her to pass by. Once she was in, you closed the door behind you. "Did I wake you?"

"Yes, but it's fine." You clarified. If you weren't awake before, you indeed were now. 

"I apologize for rushing out earlier. I just wasn't sure... how to explain my feelings." Miss Carter spoke, gradually bringing herself closer to you. Your heart fluttered more and more with every step she took, taking away another inch of space that seemed so agonizingly large. "I fancy you, as well." 

Once there was little room left between you and her, it took everything in you not to spring for a kiss immediately. You were still apprehensive as you confessed your feelings to this exquisite woman just hours ago, and she is now coming to terms with her own feelings. You knew you needed to approach this as a gentle lady. 

"I'm happy to hear that," You began, ready to propose a real outing before she posed a new question. 

"May I kiss you?" She asked, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes. 

"As far as I'm concerned, you can do whatever you'd like, Miss Carter." You responded. Without fear, she brought her immensely soft lips to yours, and every nerve in your body tingled on contact. 

Miss Carter brought her hands up to your face and caressed as your lips danced together. You brought your hands to the small of her back and gently guided her closer, pressing your bosom to hers. She pulled away from the kiss slowly and pressed her forehead to yours,

"Let this be our little secret, okay?" She whispered. Her warm breath tickled your lips as she spoke. You knew that was how it needed to be. That's how it always was. You nodded, 

"This stays between us, Miss Carter."

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college Jackie 1st chapter by Natatat

Prologue to Juicy Jackie:

Halloween

Jackie had chosen a catwoman type suit made of something akin to latex. It was black and she had the cat ears and tail very stereotypical sorority girl costume. However Jackie wanted it to be sluttier so she purchased one that left her chest and stomach completely open aside from crisscrossing cords that you could pull tighter if need be. The outfit also had these scandalous detailing on the front of the thighs going up almost to the stomach. Essentially it was "here's a taste of what I got." All of this was topped off with her insane heels. She screamed sex. The costume highlighted her best assets, her butt and her boobs respectively. Jackie had a long torso and short powerful legs and a big butt. She had a kind of pixie nose and an oval face. She believed this costume would set her apart from her sorority sisters and get her the man she had been chasing.

"I look sexy as fuck" Jackie struck poses in the full length mirror in her dorm. She decided to curl her long blonde hair which was stick straight. "This is sure to get his attention." She adjusted her costume tying it tighter to push her boobs together. "There, that is much better" she pulled out the curlers and struck another pose viewing her butt. She slapped it and nodded at her reflection and checked her makeup.

"Jackie hurry up! We are going to be late!" Sam yelled at her roommate from downstairs. God that girl takes forever to get ready. I bet she is checking herself out in the mirror again. All we had to do was wear a simple cat costume for this stupid sorority thing, how hard is that?

"I'm coming!" Jackie grabbed her little purse and once again checked her reflection and blew herself a kiss in the mirror. "Perfect"

"Wow! Damn girl that's a lot of skin!" Sam had to admit Jackie looked gorgeous.

"WHat is it too much?" Jackie looked worried.

"No, you look amazing! I was just surprised is all. And I mean I would have gotten more dressed up if I knew you were going all out." Sam laughed.

"I mean I'm trying to get Taylor to notice me." Jackie tied the string a little tighter and adjusted her boobs.

"So are you going for sexy with a bit of slutty?" Sam asked laughing.

"No I was just going for sexy, okay yes I was more going for slutty. I want him. He will be mine."

"How exactly do you intend to 'make' him yours?" "Hello, with my nice fat ass!" Jackie turned around and stuck her butt in Sam's face then slapped it. Then turned around and struck a pose. "No man, or woman can resist this baby!" Jackie leaned against Sam and laid her chin on her shoulder. "Not even you" Jackie laughed.

"Damn it Jackie you pulled my hair. Get off." Sam shoved Jackie off her not without some effort. Jackie was heavy. "Uffh god you are heavy, don't do the dead weight thing. Let's get going."

"Yay party party!"

"Yes okay let's go!"

"I'm gonna get my man hahaha!" Jackie yelled.

"SHhhhhhhh be quiet." Jackie kept blathering on about Taylor and how she was going to get him and all that jazz. While she was talking Sam couldn't help but notice the softness of Jackies' stomach. Jackie had always had a flat stomach but never toned. If she's not careful she will start to get mushy. Oh well she's a big girl she will figure it out.

At the party things were swinging. They met up with their sorority sisters, all dressed as cats. It looked a little weird. Sam saw her friend Josh and waved to him. He was standing with a handsome guy, very tall, very perfect. Sam was suddenly jerked to the side.

"Sam quick how do I look?" Jackie squeaked. Sam looked Jackie up and down.

"You look amazing, why are you freaking out?" Sam was confused and her wrist kind of hurt from Jackie jerking her to the side. "Oh is that Taylor?"

"Yess duh. Help me" Jackie was flustered.

"Shhhh calm down, here," she grabbed a shot of vodka for Jackie. "Drink this." Jackie looked at it apprehensively. Then looked at Taylor.

"Okay I'm going to need two more of these to get up the courage to go talk to him." Jackie looked longingly at Taylor.

"No no you don't need more, you are great now let's go. We have the perfect excuse because I know his friend Josh." Jackie looked relieved.

"Thank god! That's so much easier." They made their way over to the boys.

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Moment - Stephen Holder (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Moment” || A Stephen Holder One Shot (18+ MINORS DNI)

FANDOM: “The Killing” (AMC/Netflix Series)

CHARACTER: Homicide Detective Stephen Holder

PAIRING: Female Reader + Stephen Holder

MAIN STORYLINE: One night, Stephen gives out a firm notice of how remarkable you are. 

Author’s Note: Hi! Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. As a warning, this One-Shot also includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. 💜

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2012

This morning, once Stephen left your place to handle cases with Linden, you slammed the bedroom door and cried in the shower, hoping that water could fade your tears. Would you ever be good enough for him? Pretty enough? Sexy enough?

And yet, when Holder surprises you one night with the present of an amazing dress, you sit on your shared bed and smooth its fabric with careful fingers, pouting. 

“What’s wrong, you don’t like it?” Those hazel eyes look up to face you and Stephen furrows his brow through a gentle tone. 

“The dress is great, Stephen. I just…” You trail off these words and struggle to explain this truth. 

“What? Talk to me, Mama. Hmm?” Holder lifts your chin after making full-on eye contact with you, once again boring those perfect hazels into your soul. 

You don’t want to lie. You can’t lie to him. This man knows you better than anyone else on the planet. He knows the type of things that you wouldn’t even tell family members. 

“Can you give me a second? I want to try it on.” You say, standing up from the bed and planning to remove your clothes before trying on this dress. 

“Sure.” Holder is kind enough to nod and continue sitting on the bed without making a small trek to follow you at first. 

A date night hadn’t been planned when Stephen returned to you, but as you take off your clothes and zip up this dress, you watch yourself in the mirror, pouting towards your own reflection again. 

“Shit.” You mumble, but Holder catches that one remark like the sleuth he is, standing up from the bed and walking forward to observe you from behind. 

“Look at my lady.” Holder teases, smiling against the back of your neck. His gorgeous hazel watch you in the mirror and those tattooed arms almost clutch your waist. 

You soon realize that the form-fitting dress shows off more insecurities of your body than expected. 

“Do you still think I’m pretty?” You whisper, nearly ashamed of the question itself. You know just how much he loves you, but looking in the mirror still left you drained sometimes. 

“What did you just say?” His voice lowers, now laced with both shock and frustration this time around. And yet, he still watches you in the mirror and his brow furrows once more. 

“Do you still think I’m pretty?” You clear your throat, trying to repeat the question without exposing more tears. 

In that same instance, Holder turns you around, almost setting your hips against the front of his infamous jeans. 

To make matters deliciously worse, you can already feel how his clothed erection bulges. At the center of his jeans, Stephen pulses for you without fail. 

Holder opens space between you both. In return, you immediately recognize the quick but affirming snap of his capable finger. 

“Sit down on the bed.” Somehow, his voice lowers even more, no longer tinging with flirty intentions or smiles. 

You sit down on the bed as told and it takes everything within you not to squirm with anticipation. Though you’ve made love to Stephen many times before, he hasn’t revealed this dominant side in a while, leaving you intoxicated of course. 

Before you can ask another question, Stephen walks closer and closer towards the bed until he’s able to sit right between your legs. 

You can’t even move alone again before he takes both hands and dares to rest your legs onto both of his shoulders. Even your dress rides up as if planned by him. 

“Damn.” You barely talk to him and he hasn’t even kissed your thighs yet. At this point, your panties might as well leave now, fluttering down towards the carpet below. 

“I’m not goin’ to sleep until you know…” As Stephen responds, he looks up at you with those hazel eyes once more while sitting between your legs.

“Know what?” You whimper, trying to face him while looking downward. Your own body already wants to clench or squirm, feeling how his breath slides. 

“How…fine..you are….” Right then, he finally kisses between your thighs, accenting the phrases as he speaks. Your eyes quickly shut and you toss your head back, already understanding what Stephen wants to do. 

Threading of your panties rips out loud in this bedroom before Holder even can finish pulling them down with his teeth. He doesn’t care, tossing the fabric aside and reaching to settle his hands onto your thighs, opening your legs even further.

By the time he tongue flattens between your folds, you damn-near cry, heaving through every breath. 

“Oh my…” You trail off again, feeling dizzy in the name of ecstacy. All you can do is whimper or beg as Stephen moans and tastes your juices  

“What did you say?” Holder is definitely sly now, bragging between licks of your soaked folds. Meanwhile, you feel so wet against his mustache and beard that he still strains within his jeans, craving to be resting inside of you before long. 

Yet, Stephen waits, needing you to be ready. 

“Can I come, please?” You ask, trying to last a bit longer as his dangerous tongue moves faster. You feel otherworldly pleasure as he licks. 

“Only if you tell the truth.” Holder warns, moving his lips away from your swollen bud. You seem hollow without the touch, needing to feel so much more.

“What…what do I have to say?” You struggle through words once more, trying to look down at him. 

“Look at me. Look at me, Baby.” He instructs, bringing his voice down to another simmering whisper. When those hazel eyes look towards you again, Holder’s face is nearly drenched, glistening before your wetness can even fully drown him tonight. 

“Yeah?” By an absolute miracle, you glance towards your best friend and somehow respond back to him. Your body almost squirms, drifting on the proverbial brink. 

“This is proof of how beautiful you are and we’re ain’t even finished yet.” Holder acknowledges the way your juices run along his chin. 

He then gently smooths his hands along your legs and lowers them off his shoulders, kissing you soon after. There’s no shame at all you taste yourself, even when  Holder moans against your lips. 

“Who are you, hmm? You my baby?” After pulling away from that earth-shattering kiss, Holder reaches out and caresses your face, smiling for the first time since tasting you. 

“Yes, Daddy.” You promise back, thankful in the name of desire when Holder stands up from the bed and finally opens his belt. 

“C’mere.” He lowers his voice once more, even after respectfully taking out a condom from the nightstand drawer. 

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You both are completely naked as you ride Stephen, rolling your hips and whimpering in his ear. He asked you to make full eye contact with him, taking back control. Each of you know that the last few weeks have been hell, but him seeing you rattled earlier felt like nothing he’d ever known before. 

On your best days, you were his light, one of his only reasons left in the world to keep going. He just wanted you to see what he loved in the mirror again. 

“Shit.” You come at last, breaking composure as your hands palmed his tattooed chest. He spills almost immediately after you, looking slack-jacked as his brow furrowed. 

“Fuck.” Stephen smacks your ass in return, nearly growling before his own voice pitches higher. As you look down to watch him below, his blondish hair is disheveled and those hazel eyes lidded, almost closed. 

You can’t even remember who cools down first, but you know that Stephen reaches for the back of your hair, smoothing his fingers through. He then offers one of the most desperate kisses. 

Your entire body is warmed by sweat and your breasts heave. You never want this moment to end as he still uses the condom to rest inside you. 

“Hi,” You almost couldn’t utter that greeting while looking down once more, facing your man. He’s so beautiful, reddened in the face because of ecstasy. 

“Hi, Baby.” He kisses you deeply again, ending the night in your arms.