#robber!reader

[swaqcenix]

Is it casual now? | robber!yelena x gn!reader

Summary: A trip out to your usual coffee shop did not usually go wrong. That is until a robber decides to enter, threatening to kill everyone if they didn't give her their money. Shots fired, the gun landing on you. Yet, it appears Yelena has changed her interests from money to something, well someone far more valuable.

Warnings: 18+, gun shooting (no deaths), smut, gun & knife play, fingering (r), mirror sex, public sex, dark!yelena, dumbification, g!p yelena, penetration, (sort of nude photo)

Pairings: robber!yelena x civillian!reader, dark!yelena x reader, slight age gap, g!p yelena x reader, beefy!yelena (?)

Word count: 4K

DC: cafekitsune

AN: Well you can blame Nox for this.. Yes I got carried away! @yelenasdiary tag for you unhinged.. Side note being I wrote this while sipping on my wine also being an unhinged whore..

P.S, I've never written g!p before so bare with me!

Strolling in, the smell of the café hit you instantly. Your head directed towards the small corner of the room, where your regular table lay empty calling your name from afar. A soft smile painted upon your lips, as a sigh passed them.

You'd become renowned for having that little seat in the café, watching as the bustling crowds of New York passed you by. A small cough a few feet in front of you drew you from your thoughts.

Steve, the local barista was training up someone new. Ophelia, you believed her name to be. She seemed sweet enough a little shy of course, but that was a tendency bound to happen on one's first few shifts.

He nodded at you knowingly to which you responded with a toothy smile, nodding politely back to him. There was no need to ask him for your order, you'd been going to the café for three years and he'd been serving as a barista for two.

Feet carrying you to the small table in the corner, you gently pulled the chair out before sitting down a content hum leaving you as you did so. The café seemed content, the atmosphere always had a homely feeling like a comforting film you'd sit down to watch at night.

The crowds outside were loud, streets bustling and sounds of hectic life. It seemed so completely different, almost like you'd stepped into another dimension when walking into the quiet four walls of the building.

A coffee cup along with a small plate residing a cake made you jump slightly catching you off guard. Steve glanced at you, casting an apologetic look towards your way.

"Penny for your thoughts there, Y/N?" His voice guiding you back to reality.

A small laugh tipped past your lips as you shook your head. He was always a pleasant kind guy, one of the few friends you'd made in the city when you'd moved over.

"You know me Steve. Constantly distracted, yet forever in this café," you jokingly stated earning you a laugh in return.

With that, he turned his head realising the new Barista looked like she needed some support behind the counter. Your eyes drifted to her, giving her a small smile to convey she was doing okay, to which she sheepishly returned.

He returned to the his job behind the counter, serving the coffee, taking orders and overall handling everything well. This allowed you to once again return to your inner thoughts and glances out of the window, looking at passers by.

The smell of your drink, drifted up to your nose bringing you to a sense of peace and tranquillity you'd never find anywhere else. Not even in your hometown, that was. Moving to New York was frightening, big city and the concept of needing to meet new people. Yet, you felt it was the right place for you.

Never had you encountered anything chaotic except for the odd stupid misogynistic cat calls that was, you'd tended to refer back to the middle finger for that. Overall, this café had become one of home, where you could let yourself go and just dance away into the winds of the city.

Steve's voice called out once more, yet it wasn't directed at you for a change. Instead as you turned your head to the entrance you'd noticed a peculiar figure standing there. A cap placed upon her head, blonde short hair slicked back slightly, peaking out from underneath. A black leather jacket hung upon her figure admittedly making the mysterious figure attractive.

Yet, something about her seemed, off. Her stance and the way she portrayed herself. The back of her jacket seemed to be hiding something large, not that you could make it out. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to identify who she was. Something about her sent chills down your spine for one reason, yet made your stomach flip for an entirely different reason.

Your eyes glanced back towards Steve's direction who made eye contact with you. It was a look that couldn't be placed, but if you had to it would be one of worry and an uncomfortable feeling on his face. As if the world slowed down, you saw the blonde figure slip her hand into the back of her jacket towards her jeans reaching for something.

Bile began to shoot up towards your throat, yet you felt your hands go clammy and stress overtaking your entire body. It was invading your chest and you glanced between the figure and Steve, trying to sink into your seat.

It was as if everything happened in a flash, tome physically slowing down as her nimble yet long fingers whipped out a gun, a large one for that matter pointing it into the air. Cups around you smashed all over, followed by the screams of civilians who were rightfully so petrified. Steve didn't seem to move, even as the woman's voice called out to him and Ophelia.

"Let me make this very clear. This will go well, if you open the cash register and give me what you have within there."

Something about the husk in her voice, made you feel things that should shame you in many ways. The woman stood in your favourite café holding a gun in an attempted robbery. However, the way she spoke and stood, the way her lips tilted up into a smirk that would send anyone running hit straight into your core.

Steve, never reacted and Ophelia looked like she had tears spilling down her face. Not daring to move, you kept your body slumped down in your seat, the silence in the four walls seemed deafening, aside from the heavy breathing and soft crying from civilians.

"Am I talking to my fucking self?" The woman snapped, causing Steve to jump.

Ophelia attempted to stagger forward, the fear in her eyes as evident as the clouds in the sky. Her brown hair was now falling down her face, completely messy and unkempt as her teeth chattered together.

"We-We don't have much," She whispered.

The blonde woman, scoffed moving to a nearby table, where a wife and her husband were sitting. You recognised them as frequent visitors like yourself, not that was any matter now. All the woman did was glare at the couple and they scrambled out the seats cowering into the corner of the café.

It was then, she shrugged her black leather jacket off, throwing it carefully over the chair with precision. That was when you saw her. Laced in tattoo's, all over her shoulder's and arms and by the love of god they looked admittedly hot.

One particular tattoo stood out, it was the shape of a Rose that spiralled slowly into a sort of motorbike, like it was attached to the end of the bike spelling out words you couldn't place. The words looked almost Russian to you, but you were sat from a distance.

She flexed her shoulder for a second, your eyes widening as you gawked at her. The muscles on her flexed as she did and holy shit you could tell she worked out. Ether that or at the very least did some sort of muscular style of work area.

The blonde robber stalked over to the cash machine yanking it from if's place with such force, it cracked. You observed in silence not daring to even breath let alone shift in your seat as she dragged whatever little cash the café had within it's machine.

Her eyes, narrowed before she whipped off her glasses, her eyes coming into view from your angle. They were the colour of the earth, green and captivating even if you said so yourself. A hard grunt left her lips as she gawked at the cash in hand, before glaring up at the two Barista's. Steve and Ophelia didn't dare shift themselves, their feet almost glued to the floor eyes cast down towards the blonde's gun.

"Right change of plans. Everyone in this café will give me what cash they have, or anything of value. I don't want to leave here empty handed," She husked between gritted teeth.

The blonde began to walk around the room as you watched in silence, body frozen over like a blanket of ice held you down. She walked over from person to person, collecting anything of value. The gun was clutched hard in her hand, showing her power and domination over anyone who looked like they were going to question her.

"This is all I have Ma'm," a younger man stuttered out earning a sheer laugh that was bone-chilling from her.

"That will do, also if you leave this place at least pass my name off as Yelena," she stuttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Yelena. The name wanted to slide out from your mouth, the desperation of testing it out on your tongue seeping over you. Obviously you didn't dare, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention to yourself, the least you wanted was for the blonde to know you found her insanely attractive.

Instead your head removed focused on being lowered, hands clasped tightly together underneath the table. The heels of Yelena's boots hit the floor as she walked with authority around the café. Your heart began to hammer hard and fast against your rib cage, practically trying to leap out of your chest. The boots got closer to your table until the silence once again succumbed to the room.

Someone behind you attempted to stand, before a deafening shot was fired into the direction. A nerve wrecking sob escaped from behind you and for a moment you breathed out a sigh of relief, grateful Yelena hadn't actually shot them. At least not yet.

"That's what happens if you try to shift or retaliate. Just behave and follow instructions and you won't have issues. God I hate people."

She muttered the last sentence in an accent and you realised then. She was definitely Russian. The ringing in your ears made it hard to make the sentences out or any sounds, but you didn't need to. Your eyes landed on her black laced army boots, the painful reminder hitting you that you were next.

Rather than lifting your head up, you simply drew the cash out of your pockets. You usually carried an obscene amount of it in your pockets which to no surprise you'd often been lectured before. Never have you had to be grateful for once that you had made smart choices in carrying the cash.

Shifting it onto the table, you swore you heard a half gasp at the amount you'd placed in front of Yelena. However the sound went as quick as it came, instead replaced by what sounded like a pleased grunt before the boots began to walk away.

A small sigh of relief overcame you as you felt the sense of dread slightly lift off your shoulders. The sheer urge to get out of the café became overwhelming, despite knowing or at least believing in your safety. However, the relief was quickly replaced by dread as the boots returned to your table stopping in front of you once again.

A few small murmurs passed around the room and you could easily imagine the absolute horror and fear on Steve's face even with your head down. No breath left your lips, instead your settled on holding it dreading what might happen. What made this horribly worse was the fact somehow this scenario, the fear and knowing the blonde carried herself with such an authority and a significant look only turned you on. You felt like you should be disgusted by that, embarrassed even, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so.

"Raise your head up," She instructed her voice firm and leaving no room for arguments.

Part of you wished to argue against it, but deep down you knew how stupid you'd be making yourself look if you did so. Therefore, rather than causing a whole scene and making everyone else around you be put in danger, you followed the instructions lifting your head up to meet her firm gaze.

It was as if time itself stopped when your eyes connected. A glimmer of something you couldn't quite place, reflected within Yelena's eyes her lips twitching slightly. Almost as if the blonde was fighting the urge to smile and you felt like it wouldn't be a fake one if she did, making your stomach flutter slightly.

As quickly as the look came however, it snapped back into one of authority and dominance. Her smirk now replaced with lips pressed together into a thin line. Yelena's arm roughly grasped onto your own, her hand sending a heavy amount of arousal into your core making your cheeks flush.

If she noticed, she didn't comment only dragging you up off the chair and pulling you firmly with her. You didn't dare question stumbling with her as your body followed suit.

The blonde dragged you into the corner of the room, towards the mirror in the corner of the café. Albeit you'd always questioned what it stood there for, Steve always joking saying customers liked to take aesthetically pleasing photos in front of the mirror.

You'd never questioned it since and now. Yelena had your front against her back, pushing you forward so you are now facing the mirror, eyes connected with her own through the glass. Her lips tilted up and she whispered into your ear something of Russian before a husky laugh escaped her lips.

Yelena's hands wrapped around your throat, instantly causing you to freeze. You'd noticed everyone in the café was now watching, some frozen in fear others in complete shock. However, something in the back of your mind lingered and you couldn't bring yourself to care. The arousal now coursed through your veins, cheeks tinting with a heavy pink as it spread over your face.

That's when you felt something hard pressing into the crevice of your ass, it appeared to be getting harder by the second. Your eyes widened when you realised what the hardness was, lips parting open as you stared at her. Yelena's eyes merely darkened a low chuckle escaping her lips.

Her thumb dragged firmly across your lower lip before slipping it into your mouth raising an eyebrow at you expectantly. Not wanting to risk anything else happening, you took her thumb into her mouth, sucking on it with a skill you hadn't realised you possessed, keeping eye contact at all times.

Her member dug into the back of you, hard and firm causing wetness to slip out of your underwear. She wasn't unknowing of this, the blonde's grin turning into something of a devilish smirk, lips moving to your ear.

"If you say stop, I will. I might be a robber but I'm not a monster," she husked quiet enough for only you to hear.

Did you want her to stop? Your brain screamed at you to be seriously logical, not to be some sort of pathetic whore for five minutes. However, your arousal was going to drive you mad. Even if you did say yes, the wetness that had dripped down your thighs would still have to be taken care of either way. Therefore you merely shook your head, cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment.

"Let's make them watch you hm, watch my fingers slide into you while you're up against the mirror. Seeing yourself behave so well for me while looking like a filthy whore in front of them," She husked out, glad you'd accepted to be her small toy.

"What about the m-money?" The new barista, Ophelia spoke up, her voice sounding petrified.

"Fuck the money, I have my mind set on a different reward isn't that right pet?" She mumbled lips pressed into your neck as her cock got harder pressing against you.

Her cock felt hard and incredibly good pressed into you, even if you couldn't touch or even feel it fully yet. Instead all you could do is let out a small, whimper shame in the back of your mind at what you had become.

She started without warning grinding you back against her member, the feeling of arousal filling your mind blocking out anyone in the café. Yelena's hand slipped underneath your jeans, hiding you away from prying eyes of the customers.

The blonde's fingers slipped inside of your underwear, slipping instantly into your folds dipping in and out. Your cheeks flushed and you tried to hide your face in her neck not wanting to remember you were in a café. They could all see you and it lingered in the back of your mind. Yet, your arousal, desires and needs were too high and too overwhelming to bear and Yelena knew this.

She grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling your face back to the mirror, her fingers moving with a more forceful power now, slipping in and out with clear intention. Her muscles flexed against you, slipping back around your throat squeezing slightly eliciting a gasp from you as you bit down hard on your lip. She smirked, shifting her cock against you once more, moaning deep into your ear.

"You're taking it so well little whore," her accent emphasising on the word whore.

Her free hand slipped into her back pocket, drifting a knife down your neck and that only turned you on further. Hips slightly bucking into her hand as you felt gross yet so turned on looking into the mirror. A small trail of blood trickled down your neck that Yelena quickly kissed before biting down on your jugular.

Without warning her hand slipped to her phone taking a small photo of you, positioned in front of the mirror. Her cock buried into your ass while her fingers worked against you. You felt like a pathetic toy, for her to use and the others to see how ridiculous you were for some stranger, but you were too wet and desperate to care.

Just as you were approaching some form of high, Yelena yanked her fingers out shoving them into your mouth. Obediently, you took her fingers slightly whining at the withdrawal and wanting to chase your high. She laughed shaking her head, before spinning you back around.

"They're not seeing you cum Detka. That's for my eyes," She gritted out her voice filled with lust.

Without warning using all her muscular strength, she picked you up with ease into her arms beginning to walk to the back staff room. Your legs instinctively wrapped around her waist, face hidden into her neck with embarrassment.

As soon as she entered the staff room and shut the door behind her, Yelena pinned you up against it. Her knife yanked back out, ripping your top open and pushing her own jeans and boxers down.

Yelena's cock instantly freeing, you realised just how turned on she was for you. Her pre-cum slipping down and out of the tip, your eyes darkening in desire. Instinctively, your fingers wrapped around her, pumping up and down, rubbing at the tip as she threw her head forward biting down on your neck.

"You're a filthy little slut aren't you? Needing my cock that badly, needing me that badly you let me do that in front of those people, stupid pet."

Her gun dragged down your stomach the cold metal of it making your skin prickle and shiver. The fear you should be feeling was nowhere to be found. Instead the fear was replaced by an overwhelming almost painful sense of desire. It was making the feeling of being horny almost foggy and impossible to function.

She slapped your hand away, your body still being held up by her muscles and strong build. Hands caressed over her muscles, running over that one tattoo you'd become fixated on. Her eyes fluttered with something for a moment, body freezing as you did so. Yet, as quickly as it came the flash was over.

Yelena began to pump her hand up and down on her cock, moaning excessively loudly. It was evident from her moans and excessive whining she wanted, even perhaps needed the others outside of the staff room to hear.

The wetness spilled onto your abdomen, all over your chest spilling over your jeans. You were now covered in Yelena's pre-cum, her face a picture of lust and excitement. The blonde hoisted you up further not giving you any warning before sliding into you.

She began to move her cock in and out of you at an animalistic pace, giving you no time to adjust. Yelena stretched you out before slamming straight back into you. Her cock felt warm inside of you, your head being slightly shielded by her hand cupping it with a fist full of your hair.

"You like this huh? That much of a fucking dumb slut, you needed me to fuck you in here. Some random stranger's cock. I should show the world to you. Let them see what a whore you are."

Her words only spurred you on, desperate for any sort of release as you bounced harder onto her. Each thrust caused you to moan louder, the people still most likely in the café forgotten about. All that invaded your mind and senses, your body was Yelena. Her cock, her muscles her very essence.

A particular hard thrust had knots tightening in your stomach and you knew then you were close. Judging by the look on the blonde's face so was she, her finger's slipping down to your clit.

As soon as she began to play with your clit, rubbing it in the right way you lost all thought to think. No words could ever be formed for the way you felt. Fingers digging into her skin as she pumped ferociously into your pussy.

"You want to cum hm, use your words," She husked yanking your head back."

"Please," was all you could murmur out trying to chase your high desperately.

Yelena bit down on your ear as she thrusted into you whispering something in Russian. You assumed it was dirty and asking you to release for her. The Russian words mixed with her thrusts sent you spiralling, moaning louder than you deemed possible. Your pussy tightened around her cock, walls closing in as your juices pumped all over her.

That only sent Yelena herself spiralling, quickly pulling out before releasing herself all over your stomach, dripping down onto the cold tiles of the floor. The room filled with gasps and pants as she gently pulled out of you, carrying you with such a soft way you almost questioned if it was the same woman. She lowered you down onto a nearby chair, passing you her jacket.

No words were spoken, your breath was still panting as you came back to reality, realising just exactly what the fuck you'd done. Before you could comment she was stalking to the back exit door fully dressed once again before turning back once.

"I'll see you again pet, don't you worry. I've found something money simply cannot buy."

Before you could even muster a response, she slipped out the backdoor, shutting it behind her with her hands leaving you to ponder your thoughts in question. As reality began to fade back into your view and the location of where you remained hit you, your cheeks turned beetroot red.

Stumbling over yourself, you managed to get yourself dressed your top on the floor ripped making you know you didn't merely imagine some sort of slutty scenario in your head. You slipped on her jacket, her aroma filling your senses making you almost fall to the floor there and then.

You'd made it to the back door, stumbling out of it just to see her staring back at you. Her head was now hidden behind a helmet, her body perched onto a motorbike, but you knew it was her. That explained the tattoo then..

Before you could utter a sentence her way, she sped off on her bike, heading into the open traffic roads of NYC. You stood there wrapped in what was her jacket, watching her speed away.

Yelena faded into the distance leaving with what once was your dignity and that one damned photo that she took that could land itself anywhere. The photo that could cost you your career and what was your life's worth yet all you could think about is how you were covered in her essence.

[spectr3inl0ve]

cradle robber!clark kent who impulsively asked a new hire out for coffee, despite her being much younger than him

cradle robber!clark kent who cant stop the faint blush from creeping up his neck when she compliments his journalism

cradle robber!clark kent who silently celebrates when she gives him his number

cradle robber!clark kent who really wants to go on a proper date with her

cradle robber!clark kent who feels like hes taking advantage of the power imbalance

cradle robber!clark kent whos pleasantly surprised when his little crush asks him out on a date

cradle robber!clark kent whos never laughed this much in his life, or cared so deeply about someone in such a short amount of time

cradle robber!clark kent whos guilt keeps him up at night, unsure if he should break it off or keep going

[lovelywetdreamer]

After you broke into your older neighbor's house to steal his money, you immediately got caught. You did throw a big rock to break his window. Miguel noticed you are his 21-year-old college student neighbor. You are usually wearing tight clothes that look like they are a size too small. Lavender Purple crop top barely holding your breasts back and short shorts that barely leave anything to the imagination.

Miguel should called the cop on you. You did ruin his window and it will probably take him a good hour or so to clean his floor from shattered glasses. You need to learn a lesson. Just because he finds you cute and sexy doesn't mean he let you go unpunished. Instead of calling the cop as he should, he pulls his cock out of his pajamas pant and had his cock inches from your lip.

"Suck it or I'm calling the cop."

Your lips were wrapped around his cock immediately. You're too pretty and dumb for jail. You would have been someone jail's bitch on day one. Miguel's big hand is on the back of your head. You were making a puddle of how aroused you were to have Miguel's meaty dick in your mouth. Miguel couldn't help but notice how your brown eyes darkened with lust. He thrusts his hip, balls slapping against your chin, and dick stretching your precious throat.

"I'm going to cum and you are going to swallow all of it."

Your mouth was full of his warm, goopy cum. He came a little bit too much because some of it dripped from your mouth and landed on your shirt. Later on, he promised to turn a blind eye to your pitiful attempt of trying to robbed him and walked you back home.

You feel bad for your clueless neighbor because this won't be your last night breaking into his house.

Kimmy made this amazing fanart.

A sequel:

[rememberwren]

Lord forgive me but I’m a little obsessed with the thought of bank robber!Simon. tw: dubcon, guns, reader wears a dress

I can see it as some blistering hot day in the 60’s, sweat dripping down the back of reader’s neck soaking into the collar of your dress on your way just from the car to the bank.

As you’re stuck standing in line the first gunshot rings out and everyone hits the floor, panicked cries echoing off the stone floors, arms over their heads (as if that’s going to save them).

And the robber himself is huge, a great hulking man with a mask. He takes out the shaking security guard—who’s probably never shot the gun at his hip in his life—with a strike on the temple. His voice is booming, no-nonsense as he tells everyone to lay on their bellies with their hands behind their heads and to not do anything stupid if they want to make it home for dinner. He’s on his way toward the back of the bank when he passes you…and you watch his big black boots double back and come to stop right in front of you.

“You,” he gestures with the gun. Your heart pounds with adrenaline. You’ve never felt so small and helpless. “Up.”

“Don’t hurt her,” the gentleman in front of you insists, brave and stupid.

“Not gonna,” the man in the mask says. He even helps you stand, awkward as it is to rise to your feet in your dress. “As long as she behaves herself.”

“Take me instead,” the man insists loudly.

He turns the gun on the man. “Keep talking and she’ll have to see me blow your brains out.”

He forces you along, gun nudging the small of your back. His gloved hand skims the curve of your waist making you shiver. He makes you act as a go-between between him and the bank tellers, makes you retrieve instructions on how to open the vault. He makes you help him fill a canvas bag with bills.

“I think he liked you,” he says slyly.

“Who?”

“Guy out front. Your knight in shining armor,” he mocks, eyes dark beneath his mask, glittering up at you from where he kneels, neatly stacking bands of cash in the bag.

You grimace. “I don’t even know him, I swear.”

“He’d like to know you.”

On the way out, it seems like the nightmare is about to end. But when he leads you back to your initial spot, he forces you down onto your knees and tells you to unbuckle his pants.

He fucks your mouth in front of the whole bank, one hand on the back of your head and the other on his gun, cooing filth to you while your gags and whines echo off the stone around you. You’re not sure if he takes his eyes of the man beside you once, his expression smug as he fucks into the softness of your throat.

He’s still hard when the first hint of sirens can be heard in the distance. His hand forces you down on his cock at a brutal pace, drool dripping from your split-open mouth down to the skirt of your dress. Before he cums, you get scared.

You always get scared.

“Come on, Si,” you say, voice wrecked as you nuzzle against his cock. “Cops are gonna be here soon.”

He sighs, slipping his cock away. “Always the sensible one.”

“Keep you outta jail, don’t I?”

“You—you—“ sputters the man next to you, watching as Simon pulls you to your feet and gently wipes the drool from your chin. “You’re working with him!”

“Hey!” you say with a frown. “He’s working with me!”

The sirens are closer than ever.

Simon gives a long suffering sigh and says: “Let’s argue about it in the car.”

[shockwaifuafterdark]

Beetlejuice would probably sneak awful raunchy t-shirts into your closet, most of which would have implied necrophilia as the punchline...

[lostreverb]

bf!huckleberry finn headcanons

a/n: watched band of robbers the other day and fell in love (also kyle and mgg in the same movie??? hello???)

• bf!huck who initially lies about who he is and his past, then tells you the truth shortly after because he doesn't want to start a relationship based on lies like he's used to

• bf!huck who actually loves national geographic and tells you about the subscription he had while in prison (he made a list of places in the world he wanted to go)

• bf!huck who wants to travel and explore the world with you by his side

• bf!huck who starts the conversation of kids super early into your relationship. he feels like you just really understand him in a way no one else does, so it doesn't take long for him to want to spend the rest of forever with you

• bf!huck who doesn't like to talk much about his dad, but eventually opens up to you one night while you cuddle

• bf!huck who helps hoist you up or gently helps you traverse rough terrain or abandoned buildings

• bf!huck who is very protective when you're adventuring, keeping a hand on you at all times and asks if you're okay to the point it's almost irritating

• bf!huck who is an amazing storyteller but would prefer to listen to you talk for hours on end

• bf!huck who lets you help him shave when you're on the road and don't have a mirror handy, sitting you on his lap to do it, his arms loosely around your waist

• bf!huck who thinks some adventures are too dangerous and makes you stay behind for your safety. (but he always brings you back a quirky souvenir he found along the way)

• bf!huck who keeps a journal to help recount his memories on the road and writes in it while you sleep (he always ends up just writing about you)

• bf!huck who loves taking pictures of the nature around him (and you of course!)

• bf!huck who keeps his favorite polaroid of you with him at all times, loving having something physical to hold to remind him of you

"careful..." huck gently warns as you cross the fallen tree trunk. the sound of crushing bark underneath your foot does little to calm your nerves.

"huck it's gonna snap-" your voice trembles.

"it's not gonna snap..."

on the other side of the "natural bridge" stood your boyfriend, who had crossed ahead of you to make sure it was safe. he tripped just a foot from the end, the entire trunk of the tree wobbling dangerously. below it, a 15-foot drop into a river, its rushing water just out of view. a wave of regret washed over you as you watched him coax you over. you were the one who begged him to let you come along and now the thrill you had expected felt more like dread.

frozen with fear, your body stiffened as huck tested his weight on the trunk, then took a few cautious steps. "alright, i’m comin' to you—"

"no—!" you gasp.

"too late." he reaches you in the middle, taking your hands in his and slowly guiding you back. "just look at me, okay? you're safe... i've got you."

you nod, getting lost in the warmth of his blue eyes. so comforting, so gentle—huck’s eyes have always been the most beautiful you’ve ever seen.

"look at that..."

at sound of huck's voice your mind was brought back into focus. you looked around, realizing you were standing safely on the other side.

your boyfriend chuckles, giving you an affectionate squeeze and stroking your cheek with his calloused hand. "see? that wasn't so bad... you're a lot braver than you make yourself out to be"

[denim-devil]

Rage | Robber!Frank Castle x Male!R

Summary - The burley “punisher” known for his menacing presence and crimes happened to stumble by your home…

A/N - A simple thought that became something more then it should of, although this has been sat in my drafts for weeks now, I just decided to leave it open, maybe a PT 2 if yall are interested idk…

The night was young.

You sigh, scribbling down notes, anything that came to mind to help with the current case “Murdock and Nelson” was handling.

A series of break-in’s littered the papers of Hell’s kitchen, the bastard had managed to wriggle himself from the grips of the N.Y.P.D, stalking the shadows of the night for his next victim.

Flopping back into your chair, the cushions helped relieve the strain between your shoulder blades from standing a while, bending over the desk that currently wasn’t visible, messy crumbled up balls of paper and yellow documents detailing the certain aspects fitting the onslaught of crime covering the varnished service.

The cool breeze of the city left you shivering and alone reminding you that the law firm you happened to call home for past couple of months was your intake of madness and the decent into a spiralling well of secludedness, you hadn’t had the time to truly enjoy the character Hell’s Kitchen was and will remain.

Once clasping the window shut, you stand, rubbing at your eyes, the tiredness that stuck to them like honey grew thick yet withstand-able, it was if the city was listening, creeping and sauntering, figuring you out, a loud clunk echo’s through your apartment, ringing from wall to wall.

You had guessed it was the stormy weather outside but curiosity killed the cat…didn’t it?

“Fuck-“

Ushering out profanities was your way of coping, taking course of a few steps, gradually making your way to the wooden frame of the door consoling the running thoughts swirling around in your fuzzy brain, you still before turning the bitter-cold handle.

It wasn’t a shock, it almost felt real, more then anything you had witnessed over the past coming months, there he stood, a tall burley man, broad shoulders and toned physique, dressed in all black and a ski mask to cover his identity.

Silence fell over the room but his confidence stood proud, his muscular arms falling to his side underneath the dim light the outside street lamps provided.

“I don’t want any trouble sir-“

You tremble at the thought of becoming his next victim, although he hadn’t killed, the offer still loomed over you like his figure. It wasn’t immediate but you had guessed something within him flicked like a light switch, he placed the bag he managed to fill with stolen goods, your goods, on the floor with the same clunk from before, moving himself closer until he began to invade your space.

“What…do-“

With the incapacity to speak, you stumble back into the wall, his brown hazel’s staring deeply, trying to figure you out. He huffed before licking at his dry lips, closing in on you like an animal with it’s prey, trapping you from a potential exit.

At first he huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf, eyes twitching and lips still, as intimidating as he was, curiosity did infact kill the cat. You waited, keeping your eyes trained on his own, watching for anything.

“You’re a little to curious for your own good”

His voice was low and growly like the worn-down roads of New York City, a shiver ran down the edge of your spine, tingly yet comforting, almost riveting. Although you had no plan of escape nor defense, you melt into the wall keeping you up right, he eyed you up, almost checking to see if you fit the checkbox he had granted himself.

“Are you saying…I gotta be careful from now on?”

You question, hands glued by your sides whilst his block you against the structure of the room. This wasn’t how you expected it to go nor is it how you expected him to be, in ways he seemed softer, almost sweet like your favourite candy dissolving on the tip of your tongue.

He nods confidently, quicker then you would have liked. You can’t help the shakes the ran through your body like a tumble dryer and clothes, eager to figure out what it was that he so desired from you but also to terrified to even speak another word.

“There’s a bad guy out there, he could hurt you, y’know?”

Was it a threat? Or was he simply taking his time? His voice had managed to make you calmer, although being the aggressor, you couldn’t help but reach out, placing a hand on his hard chest, trying anything to communicate.

“Please- please I don’t want this, I-“

Worrisome pleas seemed to do nothing as he stood, still blocking you. The glint in his eyes had changed from dangerous to lustrous within seconds as if he wasn’t here to steal anything but your innocence.

“Don’t you think you could learn a lesson or two?”

A warm hand cups the base of your throat, tightening until your breathing was short-circuited, restricting each intake until you faced him, watching as he tugged a smile onto his plump lips.

Pressing forward, you allow your hand to drop from his chest, his overwhelming presence shifting until his warm breath began to fan against the shell of your ear.

“Never disturb a man whilst he’s at work…”

He presses more firmly with his hand this time making you gasp, choking on the air that seemed to be invading the small space in your lungs. He chuckles before pulling away, essentially playing with his meat, doing everything and anything in his power to make you dumb and nonchalant.

“I- please”

Your ache prolonged, blossoming as you grew harder, he was tall, practically looming over you, closing in and eventually overshadowing you from the light, his burly body blocking you in. A single hand of his cup at one your cheeks, his thumb trailing against your bottom lip in attempts to quieten you.

“God your sweet ain’t ya…”

His mouth was vulgar, his smile stretching as you accept the thumb into your mouth, tongue rolling against the thick digit. Frank could feel himself twitch, it was unusual for his nightly escapades to go like this, it was uncommon for someone to be so inviting, non the less he was entirely enticed by the whole ordeal.

You groan once he pushes deeper, jabbing the palette of your throat causing you gag, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He couldn’t deny how pretty you were like this which pushed him to pull his now slick digit back with a pop.

Frank doesn’t fight the urge to dip his head low enough to connect your lips, locking you within a searing kiss, one that left you both hungry for more. His tongue, long and wet, rolled smoothly against your own, the material of his disguise rubbing against your upper lip and the tip of your nose, giving enough friction to calm the storm.

It’s chaste and sweet much like he was trying to seduce you which had worked a little to well considering how dumb and weak you had gotten from one touch, one look.

Pulling away with a quick press of his lips, he looks hungrily downward, lips slightly red and lick from the sloppy snog. Still leaning one muscular arm against the wall just to the right above your head, he leans further into you, pressing all of his weight against your front.

That’s when you had felt it, thick and plump underneath his black cargo’s, he settled against your own slowly growing bulge, the continuous roll of his hips relieving the ache as you sigh, practically falling into his chest.

“Just one touch and yer’ dumb for me, for it, come on, show me what i’m missin’ sweetheart”

His hands wrap around your waist once he pulls away, just enough to softly throw you onto the sheets of your bed, his talented hands make quick work of your night shorts and boxers, his eagerness prevailing once they fall into a pool on the carpet.

You hiss when the cold air hits your now oversensitive tip which dripped copious amounts of pre, Frank noticed with a deep chuckle, strong hands pushing up your legs with no resistance as he settles on his knees, hot breath fanning against the back of your thighs.

He takes note of your pale pink hole, salivating at the thought of finally planting his face between the two pert globes you had offered up.

“There he is- fuck look at that”

He wouldn’t ever admit just how hard you had got him, you we’re pretty, a little to pretty, maybe ditzy and a little stupid for letting someone as dangerous as him touch you in ways that had you clutching at the sheets.

“Sir- I can’t, need you-“

Is all you could mutter passed pressed lips, it had been so long, to long since the last time you had gotten intimate with someone, this one took the cake, it was all kinds of strange, only taking note of features shown, the way his eyes had changed to a dark shade of lust, how his lips softly pressed dirty chaste kisses to the skin of your under thighs…why was this happening, you were suppose to help catch the bastard, not fall into bed with him.

“Say that again- wanna hear yer’ beg”

Each kiss led lower until he settled just above your hole, pressing two rough, sloppy kisses to the puckered skin surrounding it, he wanted to hear just how eager you were to finally have him, to finally allow him to dissect you like a butterfly, clip the wings and make you his own.

“Please- I need you, anything-“

He tuts before chuckling one more, the huff of hot breath settling over the coolness of your hole, without any thought, you sink back into the sheets before reaching for the top of his head, with a surge of confidence, you smush his face between your cheeks as he spreads them, feeling him smirk against you was everything, but the long lap, from balls, taint to hole was much more.

He had witnessed the case file you had on him, guessed you were some sort of lawyer working for murdock, it just fuelled his fire, his urge to take control, make you forget, make you understand that he is the man you should fear, but the man you should come running to, it had his dick jump with joy, you were easy but he liked that.

He lapped and lathed at your hole dirtily like some pornstar, eager to uncover the very thing he craved. You could feel the once more slobber roll down from his tongue to your balls, dripping onto the carpet below, shivering in his hold, you begin to push back, wiggling against his face as he noses at your wet clutch.

The tips of two fingers were present, pushing into you alongside his tongue like butter, no resistance, just pure admiration and pleasure, allowing the stranger to ruin your hole, lavish licks and darts of his tongue had you quivering around the intrusion, his fingers smashing in and outwards, scissoring them apart to prepare you for the oncoming assault.

“So easy, just wanna be used? Yer’ that hungry for me? yer’ been stalking me for months and here I am��using yer’ like a damn whore…what would Murdock and Co. think of yer’ spread out and whining for the biggest criminal in Hell’s Kitchen?”

You whimpered at the thought, almost driving you over the edge. He was vulgar and dirty with his words and his tone, deep and low, almost making you dizzy along side the third digit slipping inside, burying themselves to the knuckle making your cock jump.

He smirks against your hole before giving it a few final laps. He pulls them away, standing to glare down at your fucked out features.

“Somethin’ tells me yer’ like the sound of that hmm?”

You watch attentively as his fingers work to unclasp his belt, whipping it off. He unfastens the button, watching as his cargo’s pool around his ankles before kicking them off along with his boxers.

His cock slaps up into his abdomen with a sharp thud. You glare at it, taking it in, judging it harshly. He was big, big enough to leave an impression, he was girthy and long, thick from base to tip, his head an angry shade of red, his balls resting heavily between his thighs, the light shedding of hair framing the beauty.

“Don’t think yer’ gettin’ outta this boy, yer’ gonna take it like the pretty little thing yer’ are”

Peeling off his long sleeved t-shirt, you glaze amongst the muscles that bulged, his physique was godly, heavenly, everything that had your body spreading automatically to give him the space to slot between your legs, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck- you look-“

Your words were slight encouragement to Frank as he dipped, still the Ski-mask stayed, secreting his identy, you could still kiss him, sloppy and rough. Whining into the kiss notified Frank of your eagerness, so much so, without warning he pressed the spongy head of his cock against your rim, practically asking for permission.

Breaking the kiss had you back to reality, but it was to late, you mumbled a sharp “yes” allowing him to enter, pushing into your sloppy, slick hole with resistance. You both moan in unison as Frank pushes the air out of your lungs, pushing each inch inward until he sheathed himself fully, now resting against you.

“Atta boy, all the way in with no complanin’, yer’ such a pretty boy ain’t yer’, taking me in all the way like a professional-“

You flutter against him as his arms throw your legs up, pushing them against your stomach giving him enough space to settle just above you, his lips kissing at your jaw, nibbling on the skin as he pulls out, pushing back in slowly to allow you to adjust.

How were you going to explain the current set of events to the law firm and two of the closest men to you, Matthew Murdock and Foggy Nelson, the intimacy of your thoughts only lead you to believe that this would put you at risk…of wanting more.

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─ .✦ Feedin' my Complex ─.✦

➥ Part one of Robber!Yelena

Pairings: Robber!Yelena Belova x Civilian!Reader [Part 2]

Summary: Ever since that encounter at the café with the robber you'd learnt to be a woman called Yelena, you hadn't stopped thinking about her. She'd left her jacket with you. Despite your means to ignore the smell of it, when night fell you couldn't resist getting yourself off in anyway possible. However, she wasn't going to let you have all the fun, especially only using her jacket rather than the real thing.

Warnings: 18+, Masturbation, Reader get's off using Yelena's jacket, Lap dance, Fingering, Candle Wax, Blowjob, Penetration, G!P Yelena, Window sex, Sadism, Slightly Dark!Yelena, Beefy!Yelena

Word Count: 5K

AN: This is for one of the sweetest people I know of. One of your many birthday surprises. {I know you know what I mean.} You deserve all the happiness & the best birthday ever, I mean that. Happy birthday Nox the cute bear, I hope you enjoy this.. intense fic- ₊˚ෆ @yelenasdiary

Your feet practically collapsed on your own body, the moment you'd made it through your front door. A heavy sigh eliciting from your plump and now rather bruised lips after the events of the night. Having no idea how the hell you intended to show your face back at the café, you'd settled on the idea of reading a book. That seemed to be an idea you could easily indulge yourself in, with some music softly drifting around the room from your record player.

Eyes drifting down, you glanced at the item clutched in your left hand. Yelena's black leather jacket. It was a little crinkled now of course, especially after you'd been clutching it like a lifeline. Originally you had it wrapped around your body, trying to hide any remaining essence of the blonde. Yet, the smell lingered around you making you just as embarrassingly aroused as before, if not more so.

A desperate need for a shower was exactly what you had in mind. The urge for the water to cascade itself down your sticky skin becoming stronger. Glancing down your hallway of the apartment complex, your eyes drifted towards the window. It just so happened to be your luck that Steve lived in the complex opposite of your own.

Dear god, how were you even supposed to look him in the eye's again? Let alone head to your local café and drink coffee like normal. It was churning your stomach at the mere thought of heading back there. You found yourself shivering, clamping down on your jaw to keep it shut trying to suppress the feeling. Yet the shivering only intensified, shuddering spreading down your limbs to your hands and knees.

Sighing aloud you shook your head, feet padding through your apartment. Throwing the jacket down onto the bed your eyes casting down upon the clothing once again. Memories of earlier ran through your mind drawing you into a hazy fog of dreams and desire. Your body shimmered out of the little remaining clothes you had. Which was lack there of in itself, no thanks to the blonde's antics in the backroom of the café.

The moment your body entered the shower, a heavy sigh of joy escaped past your partially bruised lips. The water from the shower comes as perfect rain, in a warm steady sensation. The feeling awakens your skin in all the right ways, touching you almost as good as Yele- No. You couldn't think about her, not while you were having a shower.

However, she was indeed all you could think about. Yelena was all you could taste, imagine, feel against your skin. The way her delicate yet firm fingers moved so skilfully, indulging her sinful acts upon your body. Her fingers sliding through your slick heat, grinding her body up against you. All the while everyone around you could only watch, observe you both while you allowed her to do with you as she pleased.

You'd barely allowed your mind to succumb to all the lustful thoughts before you noticed what your hands had began to do. Your fingers now buried deep inside your throbbing centre, your other hand kneading your breasts in ways you attempted to recreate. All while you stood under the droplets of the shower, water hot and ample as it poured down your body.

Sounds of your soft moans began to travel through your bathroom walls, as you allowed your mind to wander mercilessly. Desperation overwhelmed you, the need for lust and want all for the blonde robber who had invaded every part of you. Did you know much about her? No of course not, that didn't stop you fucking yourself in the shower in the mere thought of her.

As you allowed yourself to release in the shower, your body ended up leaning up against the glass while the steam from the water surrounded your body. Soft small pants elicited from your lips as you grounded yourself back to reality. Part of you felt like you should feel shame, for taking yourself upon such acts for a woman you scarcely knew. In fact it was deemed much worse upon that in your mind. The woman had no morals of that you could see. Yelena instead robbing the cafe both literally of their possessions and figuratively of its nature of calming aura and innocence; specifically yourself with that last part.

Stepping out the warmth and comfort bliss, your legs felt shaky and unstable after you'd practically just fucked yourself senseless at the thought of the robber. Somewhere in the depths of your stomach you felt a sense of dread, that you were stepping into dangerous territory one that shouldn't be encouraged from your mindset. However, you couldn't help but prick your finger upon the thorn, mind completely ruined with the thoughts and memories of the blonde.

Once you'd clean yourself off, removing any remaining essence from your body, your body began to drift out of the bathroom and down the hallway. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced outside your window in the direction of Steve's apartment. A strong sense of shame succumbed over your body, before you shook your head turning away from the thoughts that lingered in the back of your mind. Instead, you padded over to your record player before gently lifting a vinyl out of your box. With delicacy you placed it upon the record player and flopped down without grace upon your couch.

Absentmindedly, you reached for your phone that you left placed upon your chest of drawers. Scrolling through social media, you barely payed any sort of attention to the content that was passing you by. Merely you were scrolling through different socials as a distraction of sorts. Yet, every so often your eyes drifted over to the chair in the distant corner of the room.

It sat solemnly holding no contents it had never had any value towards you. However, the object that remained upon it stated other ideas. Yelena's black leather jacket that you'd unintentionally stolen. Ironic the victim stealing from the robber. Could you even class it as robbing? Technically the blonde had given you the jacket so to speak, so in reality you hadn't truthfully stolen it. The longer you stared at it, the more your stomach churned creating an unwanted desire, a longing that was wracking through your brain. It seemed to be worming its way through your body with lust and a craving you didn't know you even had.

Shaking your head in disdain, you quickly looked back down at your phone deciding to watch some peaceful cooking videos. Perhaps they could withdraw you from your ridiculous thoughts that dared to poison your mind. For a small while it seemed to be working as well as you wished it to be. The peaceful sense of the music, humming from the record player like a soft lullaby. It seemed to be sending you into tranquility and the feeling of being at peace with not only yourself but also your surroundings. All the while of scrolling on the random cooking videos on random social apps.

However, a certain notification seemed to whisk the sense of peacefulness away from you instantaneously. The new article popping up on your phone drawing anxiety out of you, rising up bile from the depths of your stomach. The sensation allowed dread tangle within you almost similar fear flag, as you read down at the words through trembling hands.

'Robbery in local cafe, inflicts fear upon the community. The shameful acts that took place were one that customers cannot even express into words. The sights before them..'

Slamming the phone down onto the couch, you kept it upside down as your breathing sped up. Your hands trembled, causing you to clench them in between the other, yet it only inflicted the racing of your heart. Legs bouncing up and down it felt like you were relieving high-school all over again. Where your deepest secrets had been spilled all over the school hallways, but these one's.. These secrets were far darker than anything you'd ever experienced all those years ago. Worst of all, they were placed all over the news outlet, for everyone to see. Surely it wouldn't be long until they ether found the perpetrator Yelena, or worst of all decide to state and identity for own name in the article.

Deciding you couldn't take the stress of the world gaining in on you, you had to go for a run. A run or even a walk, anything that included fresh air. Evidently you'd steer extraordinarily clear of the local cafe if you could help yourself. It wouldn't do your rising anxiety, nor your reputation any good especially if someone was to identify you. As there would be no doubt a gathering of a potential crowd by the place you once considered to be a comfort space.

You truthfully could spend hours in the four walls of the coffee shop. Whether it was hearing the local cities gossip, babbling onto Steve or simply sitting there and basking in the passing by of bustling traffic. Yet now, there was truthfully no chance of that happening at least not for a good chunk of the time being.

Shaking your head from the racing thoughts dancing through your mind like a never ending rhythm, you stood up. There was little point in dwelling upon it now, it would only make you spiral and overthink further. Instead you headed over to the record player, switching it off and placed your vinyl away. Without a second thought to overthink anything, you slipped into some form of comfortable gym style wear. I merely a loose tank top and some joggers that wouldn't overheat you if you did decide to run.

Yet the moment you stepped outside your apartment door and outside into the fresh air, something felt off. The chances of it being your anxiety was high and that only enhanced the sickness and nausea you were sensing overcoming your body further. It felt almost as if everyone had their eyes on you, glancing over at you. Even as you glanced over your shoulder you felt like the blonde would step out at any given moment.

Her plump lips curled up into her signature smirk, Russian accent spilling from her lips as she teased you endlessly wishing for no mercy from you. Yet that couldn't be possible? She hardly had any idea where you lived, it was by a simple chance that you'd encountered her before.

However the more you walked upon the sidewalk of the streets that seemed to close in on you, the more your feet sped up. Suddenly, you felt yourself breaking into a run, as if the monsters of hell themselves had come for you. Chasing you around each twist and turns of the city, never once leaving their sights off of you. Almost as if when you had hit the sidewalk originally your brain snapped deciding it was time to jog. Yet you almost never run. Your slow gate is almost soundless as your trainer's kiss the concrete with each pace. Perhaps the jog would do you the world of good, distracting you mind from the racing thoughts of reality.

City passing you by, you'd barely noticed how far you'd even jogged at all. Your eyes roamed around you, sights becoming a mere blur like a train passing by a station. You'd changed up your usual running route, opting for something that took more of a detour instead. One that managed to avoid the cafe, thank god all together. However, by the time you'd made it back to the apartment it appeared the city was slowly turning into nightfall. Your surroundings slowly illuminated by the rise of stars so at home in the black. Depicted as the city that never sleeps becoming awakened with dreams within its quilt of starlit black.

Placing the key inside your lock, you stepped through the entrance of your apartment. The moment you did so, a sigh of relief passed by through your lips, huffing softly. Basking in the warmth of your apartment, especially now was needed more than ever. Slipping off your shoes, you walked towards the comforts of your sitting room, before your eyes glanced down at the couch once again. For a moment, something felt off, like the atmosphere of the room wasn't as you'd left it. The sounds of those thoughts made you seem more paranoid and sincerely more ridiculous than usual, but you couldn't seem to chase those thoughts away.

The intensity of it only heightening when your eyes glanced down once again upon the leather jacket. Her jacket. It appeared to have shifted slightly, not being placed in the precise position you'd last been accustomed to leaving it. Yet, you felt your mind run away with distasteful and insane thoughts, like the devil himself had taken upon your soul. It wasn't possible, instead you'd placed it down to trickery of the mind. The longer you seemed to stare at it though, the more you remembered the acts she'd placed upon your body.

The way Yelena had dragged her hands all over your body, the muscles embedded upon her skin. Her firm fingers grazing your breasts as the blonde indulged in such dirty acts. Playing with your pussy before her warm cock entered so smoothly within your plump lips. All of it replayed like a scene from a film on repeat in your mind. Until, without warning you found yourself wet once again the need for pleasure completely overtaking your body, sending your mind into a spiral for desperation.

Huffing exasperatedly to yourself, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. In just a short few seconds, you had managed to cross the room grasping the jacket tightly in your hand. Although you couldn't shake the feeling still to that moment of being watched, you pushed the intrusive feelings carelessly to the side.

The building of desire was too strong for you to pay any mind to the red signals floating all around you, even as you held the jacket up taking in somewhat of a large whiff. Yelena's perfume still lingered upon the jacket, the aura of her scent mixed with the smell of sex and lust making the perfect combination, electing the most pornographic moan from your tight lips.

Your body made its way back into your bedroom, enclosing yourself within the comfort of the four walls that brought you peace. However, right in that moment one thing was on your mind and it was rising with each thought that lingered, the more you replayed the memories of the cafe. The hornier and more desperate you seemed to get.

Falling down onto the bed, the jacket cascaded around you in a sea of warmth, the scent of it lingering now upon your bedsheets. Mindlessly, you fumbled around on the bedside table, reaching into the drawers. Your hands clasped tightly upon the exact thing you desired and your lips tilted up into a content smile. Clasping the vibrator in one hand, you turned the bunny upon the highest setting, dragging it along your thighs.

The sensation took over instantly, filling up the empty void as much as possible, before you pressed it against your clothed pussy. The only thing separating your clit and the vibration of reaching immense highs was your panties. Your circled the bunny around your panties in a firm motion, keeping a steady pace before moans began spilling past your lips.

Your hips began grinding against the vibrator on their own, seemingly finding their own rhythm and desperation without you intending upon it. As you tilted your head upwards the jacket embraced you with the scent of sex and lust, only fuelling your hunger. Yet, it felt like even the memory of the robber mixed in with the pressure and intense vibrations upon your clothed cunt wasn't bringing you the desperate needing feels you so desired. Instead you allowed your shameless mind to shift the jacket down towards your thighs, almost grinding against it for a mere moment.

Had the blonde seen you now, you felt she'd gain a strong sense of ego, knowing not even the vibrator seemed to get you off anymore. Rather, your imagination getting carried away with you as you felt the jacket against your thighs, pressing the vibrator down with more urgency. The thoughts just seemed to run away with you, remembering her muscles holding you up, the whispers in your ear as she didn't care to keep you quiet in the back room. All the built up lust seemingly spilling out further as you delved into your deepest secrets, most sinful acts upon thinking of the blonde.

A flicker of a shadow almost drew you from your thoughts, for a moment stopping you of all actions. Eyes darted around the room and that familiar feeling of being watched only intensified. However, you couldn't see anyone or anything out of place for that matter, but that didn't stop the overwhelming feeling that something was extraordinarily off.

''Had I known you'd be this desperate for me, I never would have left you standing alone in the first place, Detka," a sultry voice followed by a firm hand on your thigh froze you in place.

Eyes glanced forward with an urgency, looking around for the source of the sound only to be met with the one person you hadn't once anticipated to see again. The blonde stepped out of the red dimly lit room, dressed in only a ripped tank top that showed off her abs admittedly in a way that only drew you in further. Her left bulky hand clasped firmly around a lit candle eyeing you up and down. Yelena's lips were tilted up into a devilish grin, looking at you with only a hunger you'd expect a predator to portray before it bounced towards its pray.

"H-How did you," You began before she shushed you clambering upon your lap, allowing you to feel the hard bulge against her boxers pressed into your thigh.

"Shh, little thing. Did you really think someone like me would only get a taste of something as precious as you once? Or that I wouldn't be able to find you again, hm? Come now, I'm a robber, breaking and entering is kind of my skill point, you should know that by now," Her husky voice echoed through your bedroom sending shivers down your spine.

The blonde looked down, basking in the sight beneath her. It was then you felt a shyness succumb over your body flushing instinctively at the concept of Yelena seeing you in such a state. Your mind slowly started to become more in check with reality, only sending your cheeks into a deeper shade of red, especially considering you knew she had seen you grind against her jacket, using a vibrator at the mere possibility of her.

"Don't get all shy on me Detka, hm. You weren't shy just, evidently. Using my jacket just because the little toy you appear to have here wouldn't get you off as well." Her chuckle was dark, her voice hinting at lust with a hint of something you couldn't quite place.

The woman merely picked up the toy, spinning it around absentmindedly almost in a trance of desire as she admired it. Her lips, only growing into a deeper grin before placing the candle carefully upon the bedside table. Before you could even blink, let alone speak Yelena flipped you around so you were now placed on-top of her, perched nicely on her lap. You felt how hard she was in between the soaked area of her boxer's and it took all the sheer willpower you had inside to not buck against her member.

"Please," You begged slightly embarrassed at how turned on you were from a simple few words.

This only brought more joy to the blonde, pressing her hips into you slightly as her thumb dragging along your lower lip. Without warning, she slipped a finger inside your plump lips raising an eyebrow with expectancy. Willing to take anything you could practically get, you began to suck on her finger, while she leaned forward whispering into your ear with a sultry tone.

"A birdy told me, you have a skillset of lap-dancing. How true is that little whore," She questioned, the use of the nickname bringing back an intense rush of hunger from the previous time she'd called you that.

"Once or twice but I don't think I'm any-"

Rather than letting you remotely finish that sentence, Yelena pushed another finger into your mouth. The action caused you to groan around her fingers, your pussy pulsating around quite literally nothing at the action like some desperate slut.

"I'll be the judge of that, now dance for me Detka," Her voice was less of a question and more of a command.

Nodding, not daring to disobey the older woman you began to shift your hips in a rhythmic form. It was seemingly harder without having any music to guide you, but the reward you seemed to be receiving was more than satisfactory. Yelena seemed infatuated with you, obsessed even as she rested her hands upon your hips for a moment, guiding your movements.

They were sloppy to began with, but as she began to whisper the most filthiest things against your ear about how she wanted your mouth against her dripping cock, they took a rather intriguing turn. Your hips began to take a path upon their own, shifting in an erotic way even without the music to help. This clearly spurred the robber on more, her hands now making their way into your panties, slipping them off with a skill you weren't aware of. Yelena's lips connected with your own, your own hands grasping at her shoulder's trying to ground yourself to anything you could.

Her fingers slid inside you easily, thrusting with a pace one could call animalistic, causing you to pant and loose control almost instantaneously. This only spurred the blonde on further, attaching her lips to your neck as she fingered your pussy with a sense of desperate need and want for your body, for you as a whole. Had you been in the right frame of mind, you might just have sank into the nearest hole at even been seen like this. However, with Yelena's fingers pumping in and out of you, forcing you to continue your erotic dancing upon her lap you couldn't think of anything else. The room began to fill with the smell of lust and sex, spiralling you further until you felt her shift slightly.

The blonde reached over to the side of the bed picking up the candle before glancing up at you. Her eyes had one of a question, almost sending you into a warm-fuzzy haze for a second. You simply nodded, granting her permission and in earnest she gently tilted the wax dripping the warmth down your stomach in small sections.

The moment it touched your skin, it mixed with your desire for Yelena, moaning louder than you ever thought possible. Thus only spurred her on and she began to slam her fingers inside of you like it was the last action she could ever take upon the earth. The wet sloppy sounds that were coming from your pussy were intense, like nothing you'd ever heard before.

"You like that you filthy whore? Barely knowing me, but taking it like a good little slut, desperate for any part of my attention. I bet all that action in the cafe really did a number on you. Not even the vibrator getting you off, but instead my fingers," She mumbled out biting down particularly hard on your neck.

A knot tightened in the pit of your stomach, the coil threatening to break at any moment. Movements from your end became sloppy and filled with a complete sense of lack of rhythm. Instead, Yelena seemed to be guiding you, thrusting her fingers into you without seeming to wish to stop. The room was filled with wet sounds, moans and dirty thoughts, whispered into the depths of night. Yet, just as you were about to hit your release, reach the high you so desperately craved, Yelena pulled out earning the most pathetic whimper from you. She didn't state anything, instead she clambered you off her lap for a moment, shifting to stand up near the window. The exact window that unfortunately faced Steve's apartment. Without uttering a single word to you, she slipped off her boxer's revealing her cock which was clearly dripping with pre-cum hard and ready for you.

The blonde made a come-hither gesture with her index finger, to which you couldn't scramble off the bed quick enough. Your eagerness earned you a low chuckle as she raised an eyebrow at your desperation and speed in which you wished to please her. Her eyes darted down towards the tip of her member pointing at it as she raised her eyebrows at you expectantly, demanding with only one word.

"Suck," She instructed, well more like demanded. To which you wasted no time at all, falling onto your hands and knee's before taking the tip of her into your mouth, licking at it for a moment.

The praise you began to receive was sending shivers through to your very core. You were practically dripping with need onto the floor now. Your arousal splashing in waves down your thighs, but you needed to please Yelena first. You took her whole cock into your mouth, pumping your lips up and down, feeling the veins pulsating around you.

"Fuck you're such a good little thing for me, god yes," She urged you on, bucking her hips into your mouth.

The bucking sensation made you gag almost around her cock, but you continued to please her in anyway she'd instructed you to do so. After your hands began to play with her ass they shifted towards her cock, pumping upon it slightly as you continued to take her cock into your mouth. Yelena's moans only intensified further and you could tell she was close, if not from her moans but also from the way her member pulsated into your mouth, clenching around anything it could.

Without warning, she pulled her cock out of your mouth leaving you a gaping and panting mess upon the floor, hazily looking up at her. You watched in awe and a needy foggy look painted upon your face as she pumped her cock a few times, before releasing, allowing it to drip upon your stomach, mixing with the candle wax. Your head flung back biting down on your lip and when you opened your eyes, Yelena's was almost charcoal black.

Suddenly, she hoisted you up before spinning you around, almost making you even more dizzier with lust. Her hands landed upon your ass, before she had you pinned against the window. Your head leaned back gasping and panting trying to get yourself some grounding, yet she gave little to no time before pulling a condom over her cock and sliding it inside you. She's kissing you with a ferocity that was making the room spin, let alone yourself as she whispered against your lips.

"Taking me so well, Detka. You feel so tight, yet so good, perfect little thing around my cock," She whispered biting down on your lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

The feeling of her cock, sliding in and out of your puffy lips was almost too much to handle. Yet the blonde hardly gave you anytime to adjust, instead she just slammed it inside you. Not that you were complaining of course, instead you felt a heat building up in the pit of your stomach rising further and further. The sounds of moans, yours and Yelena's echoed through the room slapping and wetness spinning around you in a sea of ecstasy. A feeling of an intense pleasure began to curl around, you sending your body arching as you looked at Yelena, lips half open as she whispered into your ear.

"Go on little slut, cum on my cock. Show me just how good I made you feel." She all but begged you as she slammed in harder relentlessly.

Yelena thrusted a few more times, until you felt the coil in your stomach snap toes curling as you let out a scream of cry and pleasure. The blonde smirked as she bit down slightly onto your shoulder trying to pre-long the feeling of bliss pinning you hard against the window. She continued to thrust into your dripping folds wanting to send you into an overwhelming feeling of stimulation and lust whispering into your ear before slowing down her movements.

"Now, let's hope nobody saw that. Otherwise they'll be getting a sight no doubt. Especially when I don''t like sharing my little slut."

She whispered huskily into your ear and you felt your head fall forward with a small feeling of embarrassment. You panted softly, trying to bring yourself to normality. Hands clutched onto her muscular shoulders, to which she allowed as you tried to come down from your high. That was until you felt her twitch again, her member still inside you as she mumbled out voice still laced with desire.

"I wonder how you'd look if I was eating you out in the shower?"

[capan-deveraux2]

Why do I get crushes on the most obscure characters?

Like Anthony (the angel of death) on Touched by an Angel

Look at this cutie patooti!! How can I not love him!!

Or Chris Halliwell from Charmed

He’s a smart ass and I love him for it! He just wants to save his brothers soul

Or Ambassador Tos from Star Trek Enterprise

THERE ARE NO GIFS OF HIM!!!!

Why are there no GIFs he’s adorable

Or Judge Harry Stone from Night Court

Or Dan fielding also from Night Court (the second guy in the above gif)

Or Jenkins from The Librarians

But to be fair I might just have a crush on the actor

Or Dr Phlox also from Enterprise

He’s a family man!! He got 3 wives and so much love to give, towards the end of the series when he can’t save T’Pols, and Tuckers baby’s life he cries and says it hurts like it’s one of his own. So much love in this man that when his friends hurt he hurts

And he feels insulted when Tucker doesn’t want to sleep with one of his wives after she pursues him so we know he’s good with sharing lol

Or Ringo Langley from X-Files and The Lone Gunmen

(The blonde one in the middle here)

He’s such a sweetheart cutie pie!! How can one not love him! He plays dungeons and dragons and dresses up like his character when he does and writes for a newspaper. He matches my freak lol

Or Graverobber from Repo the Genetic Opera

He’s so dramatic!! I love him. He sings ! And I love his hair!

Or Odo from Deep Space Nine

WHY CANT I FIND A GOOD GIF OF HIM!!!

And finally (at the risk of being called a furry

Why is the no reader inserts for Skimbleshanks, Mr mistoffles, or Rum Tum Tugger!!!

THERE IS NO GOOD GIFS OF SKIMBLSHANKS!!

But look at my boi mistofflees hop and dance, he’s a tuxedo cat that’s also a magician!!

And look a tugger go! He’s a bad boi stereotype

I ran out of room for gifs but those are the main ones anyway

I’m gonna have to make an appreciation post for each of these guys individually, hell I used to write fanfic for a couple of them before I got locked out of my old tumblr account

[spectr3inl0ve]

bruce wayne and his controversially young gf but jason jokingly calls bruce 'cradle robber' and unknowingly makes him upset!!! bruce and reader uncomfortably laugh it off while babs scolds jason!! like poor brucie genuinely is enamoured by reader but is filled w sm guilt over the age gap and jason isn't helping :((

[noacfapologyst]

night love confessions — matty healy

summary: after a night party, matty has the idea (or the need) to confess his love to you.

warnings: some kind of mention about get drunk, alcohol, drugs and substances (but nothing very explicit) nocturnal melancholy, sad atmosphere and some mentions of touches.

wordcounter: 3,4k

a/n: hey everybody! this is my first au and even i'm scary i really hope you enjoy and like the story, maybe then could put this into a general universe, but idk, it depends i think if it works and if the people like it. anyway, thanks for giving the chance to read it. last thing, english is not my first language so if something it's bad i apologize for that too.

hope you enjoy it 🖤

The bottles that are opened, the containers that fall to the ground, the footsteps of shoes, the music that resonates through the speakers and deafens your ears.

The group of guys you're looking at, the smile one of them gives you at the end of the track. The adrenaline when listening to the band's new song composed by your friends, the lights that make you lose, you feel everything in slow motion.

You drum your fingers on the red disposable cup, before pouring the harsh liquid down your throat and feeling the traces of the rest on your tongue. There is a silence on you, but then you return to the ring with a small scream of happiness, which perhaps multiplies the state you are by a third.

You don't know how many glasses you've had, enough so that your sobriety is hanging by a thread and the hangover of the morning with your head exploding is too evident, but you know that this time nothing else has been mixed. Last time the story didn't end too well, jumping over security fences outside an abandoned club to end up with a sprained right foot and several bruises is not something you want to repeat two weeks later.

— Does anyone know where the hell Matty has gone? — George exasperates, raising his voice over the speakers. Everyone looks at each other confused, without having a clear answer. — God, this guy is going to give me a bad headache one day. —Although he is drunk and has red eyes, he is at his most sane. — You are surprised and turn your expression into an "o".

— He was here a few moments ago, I swear. — Ross responds a while later, moving up to follow him into the crowd.

You sigh a little tired, lately it has become the same routine and with regret inside you decide that you should abandon the staring contest with the black-haired man who is a few meters in front of you.

— I'll bring him back in a moment, let me take care of this. — You pronounce with difficulty, slurring the words and pouting.

— Well, if you can't find us we're probably outside. — Brown hair appears behind George, and even though you know you know the girl, you don't remember her name. You just know that from time to time she and your friend go to some bars .

— She's right. I need to sleep right now. —Ross exclaims, running the fold of her fingers over the sockets of his eyes. — Find him and then we'll leave.

You know Matty well enough to know that when he separates from the group, there are three places he can be doing: 1) In the outside or inside courtyard smoking some kind of cigarette, it's always a different edition so you don't know what you'll find. 2) In the nearest bathroom, with a card in hand and light white tints under the nose and nails. 3) Flirt with the first person you meet at the bar, spending the little money on drinks that will later be deposited on his bed.

— And if you don't find it, what? —Adam asks, in a tone of total concern.

— I will do it, I promise.

— Just... let us know when you get home, girl. —George closes the conversation and everyone else nods at his request, shakes their heads in response and greets them with a "yes, goodbye" in the air.

You hate a little, a lot, the rock superstar life that your entire band has led, it has been like this for years, but especially since they managed to make their first album become famous so quickly, and have devastated the sales stands and the lists have them in their heads. In fact, while you're debating where to start looking for it, Girls starts playing through the speakers. Great, the world makes fun of you with good satire.

It doesn't matter that you don't have clarity to think, your body moves for you and makes its way through quite a few people, until you touch a wall that has two exits: the bathroom and the courtyard. You breathe and try to lower your level to one less, until your instinct kicks in and you know you'll find Matty smoking.

Then you go out to the inner courtyard with the frost freezing your back. Adam was right, you needed your jacket that you left at his house a few hours earlier. The wind makes your eyes turn to glass in a sense, but you don't plan on giving up when you know you're committed to finding and bringing it home in the best condition possible.

You find it almost at the end of the place, away from the main entrances, which catches your attention. He has his leather jacket over his knees, which leaves his arms unprotected despite how thin they are. He's frowning, and when you get closer you see that he's exhaling and inhaling with a thoughtful expression, there's something troubling him even though you can't figure it out.

You reach his side of him and look for a small place to sit, he still has n't realized that someone else is with him, he's still absorbed.

— No girl today? What a loser. — You wake him up and make him jump in his place. — The boys are gone.

— Shit, girl. You really scared me.— He puts his hand on his chest, exactly on his heart. He gives you a half-shot of his eyes, they're freshly red, and you grimace silently. — She's gone too.

— Who? — You cross your legs, and your fishnet stockings catch on a tile out of place. — Shit, they were new. — You moan and realize that you are freezing.

— Luckily for you, buying another one is not difficult. —Now you are the one who frowns while exhaling a considerable amount of smoke.

— Are you okay, Matty? — You don't know why you use his name, but sometimes it helps to bring him back to reality. You look at him when he shakes his head and laughs sarcastically, his curls are out of control and half of them are hanging over his forehead, but he has not bothered to fix them, his white t-shirt he has small red wine stains on it. You can't help but worry about him even if you don't know what you're really into, he's one of the people you love the most and seeing him so subdued burns you more than the glass you drank ten minutes ago. He starts to close his eyes and breathe easier, or so you think. — Hey, I'll take you home, come on.

— Honey, look at me. It's a fucking party and I'm smoking alone. — Speak in the deepest voice, seriously about the subject. Well, that hurts. — Come here. — He hits the jacket that falls on her knees so that you can rest your head there.

He knows that you will not refuse, perhaps because the jacket will keep you warm, because you are tired or because you are very busy and worried. About him you will do everything he asks. Then he drops his head there and slowly rests his legs on the pavement.

Matty's head is about to explode, and not necessarily because of the amount of cocaine he has consumed, although a significant part of it is a factor. He's grateful to have his head against the wall, although he doesn't remember how he got to that position. because he knows that otherwise he would do anything that would ruin the whole environment, no matter how small and silly it was. Lately he's screwed up more things than he's done right, but maybe this is what he longs for most in his life, that when all this terror and this endless nightmare is over (he's more convinced that it won't) you'll still be there, close to him, to support his head or lean on him.

Silence becomes your best friend over and over again. All he wants to do now is cross his hands below your waist and hold you for as long as he is allowed. But he doesn't, his hands are dirty and he couldn't afford to dirty his girl like that, he feels in the depths of his being that if he touched you even a millimeter he would ruin you to the core.

Basically the same feeling he had about himself several weeks ago, he couldn't take the responsibility of taking away all of your shine and everything that characterizes you as his favorite person. He is drugged and drunk, perhaps more than ever, but in this same hazy state he has discovered that perhaps the reason why he continues doing things without stopping is because it is a barrier to his feelings, it inhibits him from being able to think rationally and from being able to feel, It makes him believe that everything is possible, except being able to have you.

You remain motionless on his lap when you begin to close your eyes and he takes the opportunity to look at you, giving himself every detail, capturing the scene forever in his memory: look at how your locks fall on your forehead, how your chest rises and falls every time you you breathe, and the subtle smile on your lips that is the product of drunkenness that also causes a satirical laugh and then dies in its own tranquility. He also notices when you open your eyes, noticing his determined look and you raise an eyebrow in question.

— I need to die, now. Can we go now? — You whisper, also struggling to hold the moment for as many minutes as possible.

— One more and we'll leave, love. — The nickname causes a cerebral shock throughout your cortex, but you hide it with the freezing air that runs through there and you pass him the lighter that has fallen on the floor.— I'll wake you up... maybe in seven minutes? I can't count. — The two laugh and for a second they hold each other's gaze, shining and reflecting on each other.

— Promise? — You ask, and you raise your little finger.

— Promise. — He intertwines them and it's convincing enough for you that you soon go back to sleep, leaving your hand outstretched. Matty has no intention of breaking that contact, so he takes it upon himself to enjoy the seven minutes like this, usually blowing out some hair that obstructs her view of him.

When he is halfway through the fateful cigarette, he lets out the longest snort of the day. He feels the same as he did in Robbers' video. No, it's nonsense. That song was never written for you, but maybe he's relating it to others.

Oh, but it's automatic, the scene where he's on her lap in timeout, the thought that he could never let you go even if they were apart, everything he's begged for you to stay and all the times you haven't. was able to turn back. All those times when he was the cause of your suffering, when you ended up in the hospital due to his failure, when he wasn't there the day your father left, and how later you said he was fine and that it didn't matter.

Maybe you'd actually sum it up to something like I love you, don't you mind? Because nothing could happen above that, you loved Matty as if he were your other half and even if he meant suffering more than anything else, you accepted it because you preferred to have him than not. But you knew that those opportunities were nil, nothing more would happen with him and the almost kiss a few weeks ago had made it clear.

On the other hand, Matty had started to cry. The taste of the tobacco was now a mixture of salt water and nicotine.

— Time to leave. — He says it slowly, extinguishing the remains against the cement and drying the trace of his face.

They both get back together after a while with some effort. Then you extend your hand to him so you don't lose him in the crowd when you have to cross it. It takes some effort, but you manage to breathe in the fresh air and see the light from the post outside faster than you thought.

—Can I sleep at your house today? My house is...complicated. — The hands of you two let go as both begin to walk along the brick pavement of Manchester. There's a small ringing in your ears but you nod, he's not in the state to show up at his house.

— Yes. — Your direct word calm him to the point that he adopts a calm that does not allow him to see a loose cable in the street and trip over it. — You can't walk, at least not like this. — You say, reaching out to him with concern. — Here we go, big boy.

You grip his wrist tighter, trying to provide some stability, until he changes his grip and runs his hand around your waist, wrapping it around it and pulling you as close to him as he can, seeking to get you inside of him. When he moves his fingers he notices the temperature of your skin.

— You're cold, put on my jacket, please. — He brakes and looks at you defiantly, without losing that tone of chivalry.

— It's okay, we're close to my house. — You comment without paying attention to his frown. Then you see the light about to be left at the beginning of the block and break your hold under his watchful eye.

You run, always holding on to him until the central point of the park that you are crossing. Since you have his hand in yours, you spin him around a few times while neither of you can stop laughing.

They both feel like they are floating regardless of any other part of the world or any other matter. If they both touched their hearts they would discover that it is stronger than ever.

He caresses your cheek and takes the opportunity to smudge an eyelash. Then they melt into an embrace completely overflowing with desperation, love, affection, and the need to freeze there forever. Eternity in this line sounds incredible.

— I'm very glad to have you. — You murmur in his ear, and then you give his a kiss on the cheek. You don't need and don't want him to answer, so you decide to run to the door of your house and wait for him there.

Tomorrow he won't remember this, so it's okay, you tell yourself.

Tomorrow he'll remember every part of this, living it second by second, then it will all come flooding back to Matty breaking him deeply.

Then he arrives at your front door and between some silly jokes and some tripping objects, like your brother's toys or some discarded slippers, you make it to your room, although you need to use your supporting weight to carry Matty inside.

— I'll bring a glass of water and a hangover pill. — You tell him and disappear from your own room.

You go down the stairs and it seems that you also go down to reality.

What the fuck are you doing? What has happened and why hasn't you stopped sooner? You put your hand to your head in frustration and drink water, then fill another glass and look for the pills. Tomorrow you will not only have discomfort from the drink.

You return to the bedroom, opening and closing the door carefully. The scene petrifies you, he is sitting on the white back of your bed, taking up as much space as he can. Then he looks at you, and smiles at you as if he were a child who had just been caught being mischievous. You feel like you could die of lovey-dovey right now.

— I'm going to the bathroom to put on my pajamas. — You open the closet and take out the largest T-shirt you can find, then the pijamas that are clean. — Use this. — You stretch out your arm and he catches the shirt along with a pair of shorts, internally you wish he would finish before you leave the bathroom.

Being used to the routine, taking off your clothes and removing your makeup doesn't take you more than five minutes, just enough for him to scan every corner of the room after changing with quite some effort. He smiles when he sees the box full of Polaroids of you and the entire band, and then feels like he's dying a little more when he sees the self titled car at the head of your furniture.

You open the bathroom door and he needs to swallow hard to keep from stumbling. Even in your pink heart pijamas you look just as spectacular as you do in your black miniskirt and boots.

—You seem very....funny— You scan it and you laugh when you see how short the clothes you gave him are. Then you realize that the mattress is not here, but you don't want to go out and look for another one. —Does it bother you if we sleep together? —It's nothing you haven't done, but it still requires a certain degree of difficulty to ask.

He denies sweetly and moves away as far as he can when you get on your bed, there is an unbearable barrier between the two of you.

So, he lets it out. Something internally takes over him.

— You are my favorite person in the whole world, my love. — He try to whisper it because you force yourself to believe that he thinks you're sleeping. He doesn't manage to whisper it anyway, and you hear his voice begin to crack and his heart begin to pour out. Your greatest fear comes to light when the way he speaks condemns it, you've seen too many movies to know what's coming.

No. He can't do this to you, you can't bear that tomorrow he will forget about this entire night and you must pretend that for a moment it makes sense that he also loves you the same way you do. You want to believe that he dreams of you too.

— Don't do it, Matty. Please do not do it. — You say to him with all your strength, while a swirl of water begins to grow in the sockets of your eyes. —Just... don't.

— Why? — He whimpers and staggers in his speech, he's taking it all on herself not to show you that he's breaking into miles of pieces.

— Because you're high, very high. Tomorrow you won't remember anything about this night and you won't be able to pretend this never happened. — You turn slowly, and then you wipe away the first tear that runs on his eyelid. — I really wish things could be different and that you would make this confession when you're not high.

For a moment he stops talking and you think you've won the battle and that there is a temperance that calms the threat. But he falls apart.

— I love you. I've always loved you and I can't stand another damn minute without telling you. — Tears simply fall down both of their cheeks and soak the pillowcases. You shake your head non-stop in a negative way.

He can't just let go now, at the moment when you're most emotionally vulnerable, so that tomorrow he can go off with the first girl he finds. In the long run it has always been like this, he gets over it and you are still there with a broken heart and forever devoted to him.

—Go to sleep, Matty. — Your request breaks him a little more, the tone destroys him although it is not very strong. — Do not make it harder.

He shifts uneasily, but he also understands that he can't force you to feel the same way. What he doesn't know is that if he just said he wouldn't leave tomorrow, you would run into his arms.

But he doesn't do it, nor does he close his eyes to fall asleep. He's there, watching your every move still. You sigh, unable to bear it anymore, maybe tomorrow you will suffer from it but maybe if you let go now it will be easier to overcome.

— I love you too. The same way you do it. — You kiss his head one last time and murmur one last goodbye before turning to sleep. — And it's been an ordeal for me all this time, because you feel it more when you're high and I feel it more when I'm sober.

Apparently your brain works fast and allows you to fall into some dream where this whole story is happier before reality can attack you.

And that's how they finally fall asleep, the both with their hearts in each other's palms, with more scars than before.

Finally, everything gets comically better when you wake up a few hours later and there's no sign of Matty in your entire room.

Just make out that the glass of water is empty and the pill is not there. You laugh sadly before going to sleep without letting yourself cry again, he doesn't remember anything from the night before.

i won't apologize for this. however, thanks for reading <3 let me know what you thought or if you liked it.

Etiquetas: @cxcx75

[floras-imagination]

Robbers, forever? 🖤 matty healy x reader

CHAPTER 1

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summary: Y/n and Matty break each other's hearts multiple times over the years, yet they find themselves unable to stay away from each other... and this is the beginning of their love story 🖤 authors note: This story is inspired by some of my fondest memories shared with an ex (but I've made some changes to better align the story with Matty's character), and each chapter is accompanied by poems I've written about that relationship. I've posted them on my poetry blog, so just click on the links you'll find in the chapters:) Hope you enjoy it as much as I do 💘 (i think it's so cuuuute) word count: 2,6 k warning: y/n struggles with a restrictive ed in the first few chapters (but it's just kinda mentioned in the diary entry at the beginning)

August 2012

Dear Diary, I wish I were stronger. I wish I could beat this illness, but I just can't. Every time I try to recover, I fail. I've been doing so well in the last few months, but it's always the same. As soon as I'm doing better I mess it up again. Why do I keep lying to myself? "I'm in control." "Just one more day." "I can stop if I want to." But I never do. A day turns into a week, and suddenly weeks have passed, and I can't control it anymore.

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Y/n sat in her living room, having some dinner while watching the news. As she glanced at her phone, she noticed an incoming call from an unknown number.

After considering it for a moment, Y/n became curious, so she decided to answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n?", a male, familiar voice asked.

"Matty?", she asked slightly confused, immediately recognizing the man on the phone.

"Surprised?"

"Uhm... yeah, kind of, I guess. Haven't heard anything from you in ages. How've you been?"

Matty and Y/N have known each other from school. After they graduated a few years ago, they sometimes still bumped into each other in town, enjoying a nice chat and updating each other about their busy, somewhat messy adult lives. Though their paths seemed to cross every once in a while, they never really tried to stay in touch.

"Great, actually," he answered. "George and I got a bit bored, so I was wondering if maybe you wanna hang out with us?"

"Hang out with you?"

"Yeah, we'd pick you up."

"Okay, let me get this straight," the girl stated. "You and George got bored..."

"Yep."

"and out of all the things you could do, you chose to ask me if I want to hang out with you?"

"Now what's wrong with that?" Matty asked, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to call someone you have never called before, asking them to hang out on a casual Thursday.

"Well, I don't kn... Wait! Where did you get my number from?"

"Doesn't really matter, does it?"

"It does matter somehow."

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn made Y/N jump.

"Nah. We're here by the way. You're coming?"

"Matty! It's 9:30; I'm already in my pajamas!" she exclaimed.

Matty laughed. "I don't care what you're wearing."

"And who even gave you my address?"

"Just get your ass out here!" he snickered into the phone. "Now!"

"You're insufferable!"

"Yeah, I know," he shrugged it off with a smirk.

"Give me at least a sec to put some clothes on." Not waiting for an answer, she hung up. Despite her confusion about Matty's suspicious call, she changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, quickly grabbing her jacket and keys as she went downstairs to leave the house.

Matty sat on the passenger seat of George's car, his arm casually dangling out of the open window. "Hi, Y/n!" he greeted her with a big smile on his face, causing y/n's bewilderment to grow.

"Hi, Y/n!" George called from the drivers seat.

"Hi...", she hesitantly answered, shyly waving her hand toward his direction.

"Come on, get inside!" Matty said excitedly.

"Matty, I still don't kn..."

"Sshhh!" he cut her off, pressing his index finger on his lips. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Y/n opened the door and placed herself on the backseat, putting on her seatbelt as George started the engine, ready to drive off.

"How are you Y/n?" Matty asked.

"Uhm.. fine, I guess. Bit tired. I have work tomorrow."

"Are you still working as a nurse, Y/n?" George asked.

"Yes, I am. How's your music thing going?"

"Absolutely amazing", Matty answered immediately. "We're currently working on our first album. It's gonna be a fuckin' banger, isn't it George?"

"Oh, definitely!", George added.

"That's cool. I'm so happy for you guys. Can't wait to hear it," Y/n grinned.

"You're gonna be the first to hear it when it's done.", Matty beamed.

George shook his head, trying to hide a chuckle as he glanced over to the overly excited Matty. "What?" Matty reacted.

"Nevermind," George now laughed.

Matty shook his curls out of his face. "Idiot."

"Where are we driving?" Y/n asked as she slowly got more comfortable in the presence of her old classmates.

"I don't know," both Matty and George stated in unison, looking at each other as neither of them had a clue about their destination.

"Maybe we can park the car over there," Matty pointed towards and empty parking space he randomly saw.

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After George parked the car, Matty quickly left the car to open the door for Y/N.

Their gaze locked for a moment, as she looked up at him from her seat "Uhm.. thank you," she chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're welcome," he waved it off. "Don't mention it."

George rolled his eyes at Matty's silly behaviour. "Ouch!" he squeaked, as Matty stabbed him with his elbow.

"Ah look! A church," Matty stated as the three of them were heading towards one of the city's churches. "Quite stunning, isn't it?"

"It's just a church, mate," George raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"Shall we sit down on that bench over there? Hope I won't go up in flames. Wouldn't that be fun, huh?" Matty asked.

A slight chuckle left Y/n lips, as she realized that going outside with Matty and George wasn't as bad as she expected. She was actually glad that she picked up that call. A little bit of distraction from her mind and her self-destructive thoughts had been long overdue.

"Do you smoke, Y/n?"

"Nah, it's disgusting."

George threw his head back in heavy laughter before patting Matty's shoulder, who looked at him in his usual clumsy way.

"What is it with you today, George?" Matty asked, shaking his head. "You're acting kinda weird."

"Me? No idea what you're talking about," he kept on laughing.

Y/n was still standing in front on the bench, while only the two boys were sitting.

"Anyway," Matty looked away from George, turning his face toward Y/n. "You know you can actually sit down here beside me." Matty said as his curls were dangling in his eyes again. He pushed them aside with his hand as he continued, "We don't bite, you know?"

"Well, I certainly won't," George still couldn't get over whatever he was laughing about. "But I wouldn't be so sure about Matty."

Matty kicked his foot against George's. "I'm sorry about him. He's usually not like that."

"It's okay, I'd rather keep standing. I just wish I knew what he's laughing about, so I could join in," the blonde girl chuckled.

"No, I think it'd best if he kept it to himself", Matty said with a pointed look at George, his tone firm, implying he should refrain from sharing the source of his amusement. "... wouldn't it, George?"

"Ookayy... this is... weird," Y/n said while observing the two musicians, trying to figure out what was going on.

Matty knew why George was enjoying himself this much, but he didn't want anyone else to know, especially not Y/n. He instantly started to regret that he had told his long kept secret to his best friend earlier that day, since George was on his best way of ruining Matty's well-thought-out plan.

George cleared his throat as he finally pulled himself back together. "Mh, mh...," he hummed. After lighting his own fag he handed the lighter over to Matty so he could light his.

Y/N watched as he blew the smoke out, which slowly meandered all over his face before evaporating into the cold, dark night. As he slowly opened up his eyes, their glances met for a second but she looked down at her feet immediately, to avoid having any more eye contact.

"I kinda miss going to school with you guys," Matty informed them. "Do you miss it too sometimes?"

"Nah, certainly not," George answered, but Matty's eyes were fixed on Y/n.

"Yeah, I do," Y/n chuckled. "Do you know who I miss the most?"

"No, who?" Matty asked, before he quickly added "Ah, no, wait! I know it!"

Y/n raised her eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

"It's me!"

George and Y/n looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.

"Oh damn, Matty. I wish I had an ego as big as yours," Y/n snickered.

"Yeah, well... okay. Who is it then?", Matty shrugged.

"It's Mr. Miller. I kinda miss his bad jokes"

"Haha, yeah, he was such a pervert, though."

"Yeah, I know. That's what made it so funny," she answered.

"I mean, he was only that funny because his jokes were so bad. Ridiculous." George added, slightly chuckling under his breath.

"Wait... doesn't he live over there?" The girl turned around, pointing towards a house across the street from the church.

"Uhm..," Matty thought for a moment before he continued "Yes! He does! He told us about the annoying chimes of the bell tower right in front of his house, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did. Wow, that's amazing. Come on, let's see if he's home," not even waiting for a response, she started to make her way across the street to Mr. Miller's house.

"Y/n!" Matty whisper-screamed, "Are you insane? It's half 10. He's probably in bed already, shagging his wife or something."

George laughed at Matty's words. "I'm in. This is fun. Come on Matty. Don't be such a wimp." He stood up from the bench they were sitting on, walking over to Y/n.

Matty was still sitting on the bench, his arms crossed in front of his chest like a little kid left behind by his parents.

"Matty!" Y/n turned around to call him once again. "Get your ass up!"

Matty rolled his eyes before he got up, slowly strolling over the street to where is friends stood.

"Who's gonna ring the doorbell?" George asked, looking at Matty, who immediately responded in denial. "Don't look at me like that! I won't do it."

"And you want to call yourself a man? Pathetic." Y/n snapped in annoyance.

Surprised but kind of impressed by her answer, the two boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'll do it then," y/n informed them before she rang the doorbell at Mr. Miller's front door.

After waiting for a few seconds with no answer, she decided to ring the bell again.

"I think no one's home.", George said.

"I told you he's under his wife!", Matty stated.

Y/n chuckled as she looked at Matty to respond "Yeah Matty, you might be right. Let's leave then."

"I'm always right. Don't know why no one's ever listening to me," he said as they walked back to their bench across the street.

Now it was only George who sat down again, while Y/n and Matty stood in front of the bench.

"Imagine..," y/n started as she turned around to face Matty "like what if they were really in there..."

"They were!" Matty interrupted her. "Believe me."

They both chuckled in unison at their silly and dirty imagination. As Matty sought eye contact again, she tried to cover up her mouth with her hand, feeling a bit insecure. This time, she didn't look away but locked her gaze with his, looking up at the curly-haired man. Suddenly, something seemed to click in her. The sound of his laughter touched her soul like rays of sunshine, covered in sweet melodies. Like the myelin sheath of axons, allowing them to reach her ears even faster than the speed of light. She didn't yet know that this exact moment would change her life forever. That this exact moment was the start of a series of memories she would never get rid of. She didn't yet know that if a magical creature offered her to relive one day of her life, she would unhesitatingly choose this one.

If she had known all this, she probably would have held onto this moment longer. Maybe her question would have been something like 'Can we stay a bit longer?' or 'Can we make this night last forever?'

But instead, she said "Can we go home now? I'm kinda freezing, and I have to get up very early tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure thing," Matty said. And even though he wanted this rather intimate moment between the two of them to last forever or at least a little bit longer, he slowly loosened his gaze from hers. "George? Come on, off we go."

George stood up, and they slowly walked back to the car, neither of them saying a word. It seemed as if something magical lingered in the air. George had noticed that something had happened between Y/N and his best friend — something that changed the entire atmosphere around them, adorning it with a sweet, metaphorical scent.

🖤[poem 1]🖤

As Matty was about to open the car door, Y/n stopped him. "Look! There's a firefly!"

"Where?" Matty asked, wildly looking around.

"Right there, in your hair," she pointed up to his messy curls. "Wait, don't move." She carefully reached out her finger to his hair, trying to let the little firefly crawl onto it.

"It's so cute, isn't it?" she asked, showing him the insect on her finger.

"It is. I've never actually seen one before. Have you?" he asked while admiring the glowing creature on Y/n's finger.

"No, I haven't."

"Look, there's another one," Matty stated as he pointed his finger in the air next to Y/n's face.

Just a few seconds later, they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of fireflies, their gentle glow illuminating the dark night around them.

George was already sitting in the car as he rolled down the window, curious why his friends were still standing outside of the car. "What's going on out there?" he asked.

Done admiring the fireflies, Y/n and Matty got in the car. "Man, you missed out on something. About a million fireflies were out there!" Matty exaggerated.

"Oh really? I see them all the time in my garden," George answered casually as he started driving.

"You must be kidding!" Matty stated in surprise.

"No, like literally almost every single night!" he laughed and kept on driving towards Y/n's house to drop her off.

🖤[poem 2]🖤

🖤[poem 3]🖤

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When George stopped the car in front of Y/n's house, she unbuckled her seatbelt, getting ready to leave the car.

"So, uhm... it was nice to hang out with you, guys," Y/n said.

"Yeah..." Matty started before he was cut off by George.

"Yeah, Y/n. I'm pretty sure Matty liked it too," George teased, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Thank you, George," Matty rolled his eyes at him. "But I think I can speak for myself, can't I? I'm a big boy, I suppose." He turned around to face Y/n in the backseat. "So, yeah. I loved it. It was fun. Maybe we can hang out again at the weekend?"

"Yes, I'd love that," she shyly smiled in response.

"Great."

"Okay. Well, goodnight then," she said, opening the door to get out of the car. "See ya, guys!"

"Bye, Y/n!" George waved.

"See ya!" Matty called out of the open window as she was already out of the car, opening her front door, waving goodbye with a smile on her face.

After she disappeared into the house, Matty immediately turned around, confronting George. "You fuckin' idiot!"

"What? What have I done now?" George laughed.

"George, I'm telling you...," Matty warned him. "If you ruin this..."

"I won't ruin anything, mate. I think you need to settle down a bit. Tonight went quite well, didn't it?"

"Yeah... Yeah, I think so," Matty looked outside the window, his tired head resting on his hand, his mind replaying the evening's events like scenes from a movie...

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Let me know what you think xx

[sauljudgeman]

"Bad Boys" - A Robbery AU (Oneshot)

Trevor Belmont x Reader ❤️

Sypnosis: On the 5th anniversary of your relationship, Trevor's dumbass decides to ruin anything by stealing some valuables, kickstarting a journey you'd wish you'd end sooner than later.

(Hopefully, this doesn't suck lol)

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Chapter 1: Pilot

Thousands of pink candles stand in the middle of many round, circular tables, which are on the restaurant floor. Each one is dimly lit to create an atmosphere as warm as the sun's heat. Many of the tables are draped with white tablecloths that contrast the shiny black wood. At least 50 waiters stroll around the restaurant, some taking orders while others are delivering food and drinks. The chatter of over a hundred guests echo the walls of Steaua Miraculoasă, a prestigious dinner spot with a rich history that spans hundreds of years. But on this special night, there are two particular guests that need an introduction.

Tonight, you and Trevor Belmont gather together to have a romantic dinner date to celebrate a glorious five-year long relationship. You and Trevor had met under unique circumstances, when the two of them were still kids. At the time, you'd been walking around the park with your mother and father, a family moment that should've been a typical trip to a park. You'd spend at least an hour walking around and observing Mother Nature's striking green landscape, and then go back home. But after traveling for about 20 minutes on the pathway's sturdy gravel, you came to a halt, pointing out towards a random tree.

     “Mommy, daddy, look! There's a dead body right there!!”, you shout in fear.

     “Sweetie, what are you talking about?”, your mother questions, bewildered by the fact her daughter would claim such a thing. 

Your father is about to ask the same thing when suddenly, he looks under the tree to find a young Trevor Belmont, unconscious and dirty. While by no means was the little boy bruised, he clearly hadn't eaten or drank in days. Strands of hair scattered among the grass and the wooden surface, and the fatigued expression on Trevor's face were just a few of the signs of his recent habits. Brown dirt stains are found on his white wife beater and black sweatpants. And when you hurried off towards the unconscious Belmont boy's body to shake him awake (despite claiming that he was dead), you noticed that so much more is wrong with Trevor than you thought initially. All it took was a gentle touch to notice his cold body temperature and dry skin. Moving your hand up his arm to touch his mouth, you can feel his mouth, drier than the Sahara Desert and as sticky as fresh slime.

You sighed, exasperated by the situation, yet determined to help out a fellow child. Maybe if you successfully save Trevor’s life, he'll want to be your friend! And so…

You proceed to violently shake his body for 20 seconds straight, all the while you're shouting out loud:

   “WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UUUUUP, YOU DIRTY RAT! NO ONE LIKES TO SEE A DIRTY RAT OUTSIDE, DUMMY! SHOULDN'T YOU UNDERSTAND, BY NOW?!”

Needless to say, when young Trevor Belmont woke up to your insufferable screaming, he was…grumpy. Watching this whole scene play out, your parents just silently looked at one another, not knowing what to say.

Well, at least he wasn't dead.

Eventually, your parents carried him back into their white Chevrolet, and drove him back home. And after about 6 months, your mother and father were able to successfully adopt Trevor into the family. Despite Trevor's initial annoyance with how loud and boisterous you could be at times, over the years, he slowly began to fall for you. Deep down, your act of kindness had touched him, and he ultimately settled on the fact that maybe, just maybe, you might really be his other half, after all.

But back to the date. As you both treat yourselves to sizable portions of seasoned chicken, with a side of red beans and yellow rice, you have an adoring expression as you stare into your gruff lover's eyes, admiring each individual iris and each strand of stubble that's poking out like a man's erection on a steamy, sensual evening. Trevor, surprisingly, stares back with equal interest, lost in the beauty of your gorgeous locks, your soft pink lips as they crush a piece of meat, and the way your fingers gently drag across your thigh…which isn't your face.

As he continues to have his eyes linger on your thigh, he mutters, in an attempt to be flirty:

     “The juices on these drumsticks taste so sweet~”

You smirk in response, oblivious to his attempt at flirting, but in the mood to joke around. 

     “Maybe it's because you drowned the chicken with 10 bottles of fucking wine, you dumbfuck. Try to put all of that energy into not relapsing.”

Trevor falls silent. Offended by your remark, he  looks up from your meaty thigh, kindly places his fork down on his napkin, crosses his arms, and turns his head away from you and instead  focuses his eyes on one of the walls of Steaua Miraculoasă, which is decorated with a bunch of sparkly yellow stars. Each star happens to have a mirror to make the dining experience as luxurious and unconventional as possible. As Trevor looks into one of the mirrors, morose, he calmly states:

     “BLOODY HELL, (Y/N)! No need to be an ASSHOLE!”

You giggle softly in response, amused by Trevor's saltiness. After you and Trevor finish eating dinner, the same waiter that delivered your food returns to collect any missing payments. As you prepare to pay for your food, you take a quick glance at Trevor, and notice that he's stuffing something--or rather some things, into his pocket. You begin to question what else could he possibly be putting away, considering that the only thing  from home he brought with him was a golden leather wallet. But you shrugged it off. Perhaps Trevor's wallet just takes up that much space, and he was adjusting it to make sure that it fit comfortably and did not fall out of his pocket.

After the both of you paid for your meals, the waiter, a young white man with a blonde buzzcut and a blonde mustache, looks around the table and notices something strange. To start off, ALL of the silverware on the table is missing, including yours, and the pink candle that just a few minutes ago burned alight, has also gone missing. Confused, the waiter asks,

     “Excuse me, my lady and my good sir but…where's your silverware? And the candle?”

Your eyes light up with shock, caught off-guard by the waiter’s question. Wanting to see if he knows anything, you turn to Trevor with an expression that contains the same amount of confusion that the waiter has.

     “Uhm…do YOU know where they went, by any chance?”, you ask him with a hint of suspicion. Knowing that Trevor has a certain…history, you begin to worry that he did something fishy.

Trevor sighs, irritated by the sudden confrontation he faces.

     “Jesus Christ, love! The silverware and the candle got knocked into the floor, after I bumped into the table. Didn't you notice?”

You raise an eyebrow, not believing him whatsoever. Sure, you weren't paying attention to his every single move, but you're not an idiot either. You remember that prior to you giving the waiter your payment for your order, the pink candle AND the silverware had been on the table. And Trevor had never bumped into the table. So you're about to say something, when all of a sudden…

Your “genius” boyfriend gets the idea to pull out his antique whip from out of his shirt collar, break open a glass window that cost $50,000 to be built, and jump out of the window.

     “TREVOR, YOU GREEDY BASTARD! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT OUR ANNIVERSARY! YOU COULD'VE AT LEAST ASKED FOR PERMISSION!”

You scream in horror, before quickly grabbing your bag and running off, shouting a goodbye at the appalled waiter as you do so.

The waiter in question slowly pulls out his Samsung phone, types “911”, and awkwardly utters the words:

     “Uhmm hello. Yes, officer. One of our customers just robbed us, and he…used a bull whip to make a shortcut out of the establishment…”

And so, ever since that fateful day on February 14th, 2024, you've known one thing about your husband, something that would turn your life upside down; the love of your life, Trevor Belmont, is a petty criminal. A very, VERY petty criminal.

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Thanks for reading! I'm honestly not that confident in my writing abilities on this one. I just hope that others will be able to enjoy it more! But honestly, for my first fanfic in years, the quality could've been so much worse.

Love you all, and have a nice day!

[tjwritesfanfics]

Other MGG Characters Masterlist 🎃

Main Masterlist

MINORS DON'T INTERACT ON NSFW THINGS

🔥NSFW 🌻Fluff 💔Angst

Joe Joe (RV) 🚙

🩵Down by the river on a Friday night 🔥💔

You knew you couldn't stay with him forever, but at least for one night you could pretend. This is for imagining-in-the-margins Friends-with-Benefits Challenge.

Franklin (Beginner's Luck) 🎳

🩵Little prodigy🌻

Your daughter, Emma, was finally the age to start bowling and Franklin wanted nothing more than to teach her.

Mok (Magic Valley) ⛓

🩵Head canons

Just my own personal head canons About Him How he met you Dating NSFW

Joe Harper 💪🏻

🩵Prom Night Dream 🌻

When Joe finds out you missed your prom, he takes it upon himself to give you a redo.

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[the-golden-comet]

✨🏃💨 OC Questionnaire 💛✨

Thank you for the tag, @theink-stainedfolk ! 💛✨

My questions:

1. How do you find balance between your personal desires and your responsibilities?

2. What is your most cherished memory?

3. What is the most challenging decision you've ever had to make?

Your questions:

1. How do you handle high-pressure situations?

2. What is your favorite outdoor activity?

3. Who in your life do you love the most?

Oh…haven’t seen you yet, Nathan. What a post to introduce yourself on! 💛✨

(SHH! Keep it down!!)

Okaaaay, let’s cut to the chase: I’m able to work my personal time into the day in between power-napping. I work night shift, and basically whenever my, uh… “company” needs me to do something, so I’m pretty much on-call whenever. If I do well in my miss—er, work—usually my company gives me a weekend to rest and recuperate for the next….shift.

Oh uh…hm….maybe when my boss took me out for dessert the day the company adopted me from the orphanage…must’ve been….8 or 9….? He’s a hardass, but he’s the only family I’ve ever known.

God…(sigh)….agreeing to take the stupid operat—the task—of….uh….“being friendly with the museum security officer”….I had no idea he liked me, okay?! This is an awful idea, but….(grinning, speaking through gritted teeth)….a job is a job.

Okay, I gotta go. We’ll have to chat some other time, okay? Later~! ✌️

Leaving this as an +open tag for whoever wants to join! ✨

[shwizles]

This reminds me of ORV. :⁠^⁠)

[ by the way i accidentally read Wang Zheng as Wang Meng...and then i be like ohh Ariana what are you doing here?!!

If any of you had read Grave Robbers Chronicles( daomu biji) then you will understand.]