#that first gif gave me heart palpitations just making it

[rainyreading]

Can you do one where the reader is a virgin and Mattheo doesn’t know, so when they go to do it for the first time she gets scared but Mattheo promises to be slow and gentle? Can there be aftercare too?

Only if you can! Thank youuuu!

First Time

Mattheo Riddle x Fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: smut, p in v, aftercare 18+ only

**reader and Mattheo are in college**

a/n: thank you for requesting, hope this is ok, sorry if it’s terrible.

(not my gif)

Since you were a virgin you had no clue as to what sex was like. It didn’t stop you from being curious though. You often wondered what your first time would be like. It wasn’t like you weren’t horny. It’s just you’ve never gotten the chance. Now that you were older you felt like you were ready.

For your first time you wanted it to be special and with someone you trusted. You were anxious to finally experience what everyone seems to rave about. You were really nervous but also excited.

Mattheo was one of your good friends. Mattheo has actually been pining after you since forever and you were absolutely clueless. Mattheo thought you were perfect in every way. He often daydreamed what it would be like to be with you.

You were in the library doing some studying when Mattheo sauntered in. He saw you in the corner with your face in books and immediately went up to talk to you. “Hey stranger,” Mattheo greeted.

“Shhh you’re in the library,” you whisper yelled.

“Right sorry, what are you up too?” He whispered.

“Just studying.”

“Mind if I sit?” Mattheo asked.

“Go ahead.”

You knew you weren’t gonna get any studying done with him here to distract you. So you closed your books and gave him your undivided attention. “What’s up?”

“Nothing I just wanted to see you,” Mattheo spoke.

“We’re friends right?” you questioned.

“What do you mean? Of course we are,” Mattheo replied.

“Ok so can I ask you a personal question?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

You took a deep breath. You were nervous to ask such a question but you wanted to know. “Do you hook up with a lot of people?” you asked shyly.

“What? Why?” Mattheo was shocked.

“I’m just curious.”

“I mean I hook up with a fair amount of people,” Mattheo was honest but confused as to why you were asking.

“Would you ever hook up with me?” you cringed at yourself for even asking but you had to make a move or you were gonna go insane.

“I mean yeah I would, why not?” Mattheo tried to act nonchalant, but on the inside he was trying not to sound so eager.

You grinned. Maybe this would ruin your friendship and there is no turning back but you didn’t care. You wanted this. You needed this. So, you took Mattheo up to your dorm and planned to loose your virginity.

“Can I kiss you?” Mattheo asked.

“Y-yeah.”

It felt like time stood still. Mattheo had dreamed of this for ages and it was finally happening. He cupped your face and crushed his lips against yours. The kiss was frantic and hungry. Mattheo was excited to kiss you. You were a little bit nervous.

Your lips were caressing each others. Mattheo swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth so he could enter. You were making out when you felt warm all over. Mattheo’s heart was palpitating. He reached down and squeezed your ass.

When you needed air you pulled away and smiled. Mattheo tugged at your shirt silently asking for permission to take it off. You nodded and removed your shirt. Mattheo gawked at your chest. You were wearing a black lace bra and he just about passed away.

Mattheo took off his shirt and you were met with chiseled abs. The two of you were just staring at each other. It was like you were the only two people in the world. Your thoughts were consumed by him. Then the two of you went on the bed.

“Can I remove your bra?” Mattheo asked.

“Yes.”

Mattheo unclipped your bra with one hand and you slid your arms out of the straps. You tossed it on the floor. Mattheo was ogling your chest. He’s never seen such perfect tits. He leaned down and attacked your chest with kisses.

You took a deep breath. It was new to you being exposed like this and you were only gonna get more exposed. You were starting to get really nervous for what was to come.

Mattheo took off his shirt. Then he unbuckled his pants and slid them off. He took off his boxers and his hard cock sprang out. He used his hands to pump his cock.

“Mattheo wait,” you pleaded.

“What is it princess, are you ok?”

“I um I’ve never- Im a virgin,” you said quietly slightly embarrassed.

“Oh baby that’s ok. I promise I’ll be slow and gentle. Do you trust me?”

“I- yes I do, I’m just scared.”

“Take a deep breath,” Mattheo instructed. “Are you ready f’me?”

You took a shaky breath, “mmhm.”

Mattheo took off your skirt and panties after getting your blessing. Then Mattheo pushed into you painfully slow going inch by inch. The feeling was foreign to you. You’ve never felt anything like it before. It hurt. You hissed at the pain.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry my love, it should start to feel better soon,” Mattheo apologized.

Mattheo let out a loud moan because you were unbelievably tight. He knew he wasn’t gonna last long at all. Your walls were pulsating around him.

“Is it okay to move?” Mattheo asked.

“Yeah.”

Mattheo slowly pulled out and then slid back in. He set a steady pace but was still incredibly gentle. Eventually the pain started to fade and it started to feel good. Mattheo stopped moving and stilled inside you for a moment.

“Give me a second i’m trying to commit this body to memory.” Mattheo said scanning your body.

Then Mattheo started to move again. He looked down at where your bodies were connected and sighed. He was feeling euphoric. He didn’t take it lightly that he was your first. He was honored. He wanted to make it special and perfect for you.

“Oh god!” you moaned.

Mattheo reached down between your bodies and started rubbing slow circles on your clit. You let out a gasp. “Feel good baby?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re so beautiful. feel like a dream. I can’t get enough,” Mattheo rasped.

A dark part of Mattheo felt like he was corrupting you. That he was taking away your innocence. He tried to push those thoughts out of his mind.

Mattheo rocked his hips into yours. You felt some pressure building up in your stomach and it felt weird. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Mattheo, I feel funny,” you whispered shyly.

“Oh honey it’s ok. You’re getting close that’s all.”

With a few more thrusts you felt the band in your belly snap. Your orgasm burst through you and you came hard. It felt amazing. You were in awe of your body. You felt all tingly and floaty. Mattheo was close behind you.

“Where do you want my cum?” Mattheo asked.

“Wherever you want,” you panted.

“If you give me a choice i’m gonna cum inside you,” Mattheo groaned.

“Okay.” You blinked up at him.

And when you were looking at him like that how is he expected to not loose control.

With a grunt Mattheo spilled his load inside you, filling you up. He fucked his cum deep inside you riding out both of your highs.

Then Mattheo carefully pulled out. You let out a whine when he did so. “It’s ok sweet girl, I’m right here,” Mattheo cooed.

“Let me go get a towel.” Mattheo went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. He came back and started to clean you up by wiping your sensitive area. You whimpered because you were overstimulated.

“Almost done,” Mattheo updated you.

You were starting to get tired and worn out from the days events. Mattheo finished cleaning you up and got an idea on what to do next. He thought a shower together would be nice.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?”

“Okay.”

Mattheo carried you bridal style into the shower. He turned on the warm water. The water was good for your sore muscles. Mattheo carefully dotted on you and washed your body along with your hair.

You felt relaxed. Mattheo was kind and caring washing you with soft hands. When the water turned cold is when you two decided to get out. There was a big fluffy towel waiting for you when you got out.

Mattheo dressed you in your pajamas and put on his boxers. The two of you laid down and cuddled for a while, just enjoying each others presence and touch.

“How was it?”

“I liked it, it was amazing, thank you” You responded.

“I’m glad,” Mattheo replied.

Mattheo was rubbing circles on you back as you laid on his chest. You ran your fingers through his hair. Mattheo lit up a cigarette to smoke while you were cuddling.

“I’m glad you were my first,” you stated.

“Shit baby, you can’t stay stuff like that i’m gonna get hard again,” Mattheo told you.

You simply giggled.

“Can I give you a massage?” Mattheo asked.

“Oh course.”

You positioned yourself in front of Mattheo so he could get to your back. Mattheo rubbed out all the knots in your shoulders. He also ran his fingers down your back making you feel good and relaxed. It was fantastic.

Sex was everything you imagined and more. And you did it with a person you cared a lot about. Mattheo will probably never forget the night he took your virginity. It’s engraved in his mind forever.

[hocuspocusbabyy]

A little Ficlet from my archive of wlw… first time posting my Melissa content!

A breath of fresh air:

“You’re Jacobs aunt and the new French teacher at Abbott Elementary, Melissa and you bond over shared cigarettes and vices.”

Melissa stood next to her car facing the fence, away from Ava who was contently giggling at whatever stupid video she and Jacob were watching. She didn't see why Barbra had to banished her to the far side of the school for wanting one bloody cigarette.

Mel huffed trying to get her lighter to work from her spot behind the shed as she looked around, the empty streets dimly lit by the lamp lights bounding off the metal fence. It dawned on her that she was alone out in the Abbott Parking lot. Everyone else having escaped inside from the cold.

'What you doing over here all by yourself?' A familiar voice called, startlingly elegant the remittance of France still present within the dentals of her accent.

Melissa felt all the hairs stand on the back of her neck. The teacher whirled around to face them, the woman that had been giving her heart palpitations and a mega lady boner since the moment she’d arrived at Abbott four months ago.

Jacob’s Aunt, Jacob’s young, very attractive aunt - who was nearly fifteen years younger than her.

'Needed one,' Mel smirked awkwardly, holding up her unlit cigarette. 'Just can't seem to...' she gave her lighter a few flicks for effect, but it was futile.

'Here." Y/N produced a lighter and lit the flame, as Mel gratefully leaned forward and sucked on her cigarette until it caught.

'Thanks,' the redhead replied, finally feeling the blessed burn as the smoke hit her throat.

'So,' Y/n remarked, ashing her own cigarette, 'Jacob tells me you're a real Lotario.'

Mel looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. 'Who’s that?'

Y/n smirked. 'A slut, basically.'

The redhead grinned at Y/n 'Damn, you've just going call me out like that Hill?"

Y/N took another drag and smirked. 'So it's true then? You just go with a lot of men?'

'Go? As in a date? Nah, It's like, I've don’t take anyone out to the movies or shit like that, none since I was married… even when I was married.’ She shrugs inhaling again, ‘just kinda go with the flow,’ There’s an emphasis on that last part.

‘Everyone got a vice.' Y/n concurs. 'I for one have always enjoyed the pleasures of my fellow feminine species.” - how very French Melissa thought.

Y/n leaned against the wall alongside the teacher. 'I don't mind the company of women either. Never have.'

Y/n raised an eyebrow. 'Really?'

'Is that so surprising? An old gal like me chasing skirt?”

Y/n laughed aloud taking another drag of their cigarette, smiling appreciatively. 'So crude Schemmenti.”

Melissa made an acknowledging sound stubbing out her cigarette as you continued, ‘so what is your vice then?" Y/n asked, watching the Italian woman with interest.

"Work." Mel deadpanned.

"There are worse things to be addicted to I suppose" Y/n shrugged throwing down her cigarette and stepping it out.

"Yeah, but being addicted to sex sounds much more fun" Mel commented, smirking as she swore the woman beside her blushed.

"You know Janine and Gregory are definitely going to hook up”

Mel gave a disbelieving tisk, not wanting to give away her friend and colleagues years in the making relationship. "What makes you think that Frenchie?”

'Come on,' Y/n replied, placing a hand on her hip, 'Have you looked at them? It's bound to happen. I can't quite put my finger on it but I know there's something there.' Y/n continued, her eyes narrowing. 'There was this sort of connection between them the moment they laid eyes on one another. It's been a tumultuous back and forth ever since, someone you can’t falsify.’ Her gaze lingered upon the Italian, the soft curve of her hips as the lay push against the brick. Full and decadent. An essence to their words that did not reflect or belong to Gregory and Janine at all.

'I suppose you may have a point.'

'If they're not shagging now then they will be, I just know it.’

“Not who’s crude.” Mel joked, a dazing full smile lay upon her features.

Y/n simply shrugged. 'I only hope Jacob catches on and finds someone too, at least so he won't turn out a spinster like her aunt.'

‘Oh come on’ the redhead sniggered, ‘you a spinster? How ridiculous. You’re far too young and gorgeous to be referred to in such a way.’

‘You don't believe me? all my relationships have ended in utter failure because I am reserved to becoming an old spinster,' Y/n sighed dejectedly, dramatically. 'Perhaps I should just accept my fate and adopt a bunch of cats.'

Mel smirked, a little laugh escaping her lips as he turned to Y/n if you wanted to play coy, she’d take the bait. ‘Look I don't know much but I do know, no matter when or how it happens, you just gotta be open to it,' she whispered, ‘and when you've done that, well maybe then you can get some cats.’

Y/n looked at Melissa for a good long moment, letting what she had just said sink in. After a bit, she nodded in agreement before revealing a sly look.

‘You think I’m gorgeous?’

‘Caught that did you?’ Melissa shook her head, flashed a charming grin, ‘besides I'm sure even old spinsters get a good fuckin' every once in a while."

‘Oh sure. I'm sure I'll be able to fit in a good rendezvous or two between all the cat feedings.’ Y/n delighted, their bottom lip curling upon their teeth.

‘Yeah, see, there you go,’ Mel laughed. ‘I'd definitely wanna show a fine cat lady like you a good time.’

Y/n found herself grinning, and looked down shyly. Maybe she was lying a little, plenty of people flirted with her, but never any as spectacular as this particularly teacher. What was a white lie in favour of a future?

Y/n turned towards Mel reaching out and grasping her wrist, taking her other hand and idly drawing circles in the Italian’s palm. 'Is that an offer?'

Melissa gave another, surprisingly nervous laugh, smile brilliant and charming. 'Well that depends on your answer Frenchie.’

Y/n hummed as if she were contemplating what they were going to do. When really she was just trying to contain her excitement because holy shit Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti was going to kiss her.

No time for nerves Hill.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as the redhead stepped in front of her, moving in close. Y/n bit her lip, holding in a gasp as she felt tender fingertips and a set of perfectly manicured nails just barely graze the soft and sensitive skin beneath her left eye. A hot palm pushing against her skin, brushing away her hair and pulling in. Y/n needed bit down harder to prevent a gleeful shout from escaping as strong hands grasped into her hair.

There was a moment, a bare seconds, void of anything other than the woman before her. Vision becoming little but hues of red remittent of Italian soils that Y/n would gladly be lay to rest in. The soft apex of the teachers lips falling down upon her own, moving in a perfectly smooth motion.

Melissa Schemmenti’s lips could only be found among worldly things, the simplest of pleasures. Between old library pages, morning rain and bath water as it fizzled down a drain. A kiss worthy of its benefactor, a kiss she couldn’t help but reach up and steal again. A rememberable of smoke thick upon their teeth, as they devoured one another.

[foxy-eva]

Heart Language

Summary: Spencer has a crush on his doctor (and the feeling is mutual)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader 

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: Reader is a cardiologist, Spencer is worried about his health (but he's fine), mentions of (harmless) heart palpitations, blood tests, ECG and echocardiography 

Word count: 2.2k

Masterlist

For thousands of years the word heart has been used for metaphors relating to emotions such as love and pain in most parts of the world. It makes sense considering cardiac activity evoked by certain sensations and feelings is a universal experience. Some cultures even believe that the soul – the essence of who we truly are – can be found in the heart. 

Hearts have always been fascinating to me. So much so that in my daily life as a cardiologist I often forget my patients' faces but always remember their hearts. 

However, when Dr. Spencer Reid entered my office, I knew I wouldn’t forget his face anytime soon. 

He awkwardly waved at me when he stepped in, waiting for me to motion for him to take a seat. I had already taken a look at his chart and was wondering why he’d seek my expertise. 

“So, what brings you in, Dr. Reid?” 

He audibly cleared his voice before he began explaining, “I’ve been having very irritating heart palpitations lately so my primary care physician told me to come here to get it checked.” 

When I took another look at my screen to read over his blood work, I noticed him scanning my face but he averted his eyes once I looked at him again. 

“Your blood work looks fine from what I can tell,” I let him know. 

“Really? It’s just that my diet consists mainly of take-out and coffee,” he confessed. “And I know I’m not getting any younger.” 

I dared to ask the question most of my patients dreaded. “How often do you exercise?”

“Uhm,” he muttered, “about… once…”

Since I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to finish the sentence, I suggested, “A week?”

“A year,” he clarified, making it impossible for me to conceal the smile forming on my face. 

For the first time since coming into my office he locked eyes with me and I almost got lost in the warmth they radiated. His whole demeanor gave away how anxious he must have been. Most of my patients were worried about their health but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was me who made him nervous. 

“I like honesty,” I snickered and he sighed relieved. 

“I know about the health benefits of regular exercise and a clean diet,” he stated as if to avoid getting a lecture (that I wasn’t planning on giving him). “It’s just that my job is very stressful.” 

That was to be expected from someone working for the FBI. We spent a couple more minutes talking about his medical and family history before I explained, “A lot of people have completely harmless heart palpitations from time to time. They can worsen with stress or too much caffeine."

"That checks out," he mumbled. 

He found my eyes almost apologetically, as if he was worried he'd be wasting my time. Little did he know that every chance to take a look at a heart was time well spent for me. Especially when it belonged to someone so interesting. 

I softly smiled at him when I continued, "I have no reason to believe that it’s anything to be worried about. But to be sure I would like to do an ECG and an echocardiography if that’s alright with you."

He nodded and followed me to the other room. As I stepped closer to my beloved devices, I pointed to his shirt and told him, "Take that off and lie down for me please."

As he began undoing the buttons of the fabric covering him, he said, "Just the shirt, right?"

Without thinking about it, I snickered, "If you want to take your pants off too you gotta buy me dinner first."

With widened eyes and rosy cheeks he stared at me, obviously unsure about how to react. I realized quickly how uncomfortable I had made him, already regretting my improper comment. 

"I am so sorry," I apologized. "That was inappropriate." 

The sweetest, most heart-warming smile spread across his face at my words. 

"It's okay," he chuckled. "I like honesty, too."

He shed his shirt and lay down for me to place the electrodes on his skin. His chest was flushed and heated, almost burning against my fingertips. When everything was in place, I focussed on the monitor to look at his heart rhythm. 

Spencer couldn't hide his nervousness from me. 

"Is your heart rate always this high?" I wondered without averting my eyes from the monitor. 

"I don’t think so?"

I found his eyes and joked, "So it’s just in my presence."

The rosy shade covering his face and chest turned a little darker when he confessed, “I’m uhm… a little nervous.”

"Try to relax, Spencer,” I whispered. 

Whether he noticed me using his first name I couldn't tell, but it seemed to be working. His heart rate got down slightly. "Take a deep breath."

He did as told and closed his eyes as he tried to calm down. It was interesting to see how good he was at following instructions.

When his heart was beating at an almost normal rate, I said, "That's better. You're doing great." 

It was then that his pulse went up slightly once more but I didn't comment on it. I removed the electrodes from his skin and was met with a concerned expression. 

Even though I knew he didn't have a medical degree, I still offered him a look at the printed paper. "Don't worry, everything looks normal."

He scanned the ECG with furrowed brows before he wondered, "We're still doing the cardiac echo, right?"

"Of course. There are still some things to rule out," I agreed as I moved to the other side of the bed to access the sonographic unit. "Plus, I never pass up a chance to take a look at a heart."

"You must love your job," he chuckled as I placed the probe on his chest. 

"I do, actually," I said while taking a look at his organ. It looked just as perfect as I'd imagined. "Your heart is beautiful, Spencer."

I could have sworn that I saw his heart make a little jump at my words. When I found his eyes, I noticed him looking at my face instead of the monitor. At first I thought he was trying to read my reaction, to know if everything was alright with him. That was not what was happening though. 

The man laying beside me with my hand pressed against his chest smiled at me. It was then that I realized how oddly intimate it was for me to almost literally touch his heart. Never before had a patient made me feel this way. 

The echo gave his current state away, showing me how much faster his heart began beating the longer we stared at each other like this. I wondered if he suspected to find a similar rhythm thrumming inside my chest if he had the chance. It was impossible for me to ignore my blood pumping organ threatening to jump out of its confines, almost as if seeing Spencer's heart had awoken something inside me. 

Before I could lose myself in the moment completely, I focussed back on the monitor in front of me and began to explain what exactly we were looking at. Spencer listened carefully as he watched his own heart beating. 

When we were done we sat back down at my desk where I made sure he'd understand that nothing was wrong with him. 

"There's no reason for you to be worried. What you're experiencing is completely harmless but you should still reconsider your caffeine intake."

To my surprise he didn't just get up and leave like I expected him to. Instead he waited a few moments as if he had hoped to hear more of my words. 

When he realized that I was done talking, he asked, "Should I schedule an appointment for another check-up to be sure?"

Shaking my head, I reassured him some more, "There's no reason to do a follow-up, you're perfectly fine."

"Oh."

Somehow that sounded more disappointed than relieved. I couldn't shake the thought that this wasn't about his health anymore.

He confirmed my theory when he asked, "Are you sure?" 

Spencer really wanted to see me again. 

And I really wanted to see him again. 

"Yes," I confirmed. "But even if a follow-up was necessary, I'd still have to refer you to another doctor."

"Why?"

The shocked expression written all over his face almost broke my heart, so I was quick to coo, "Because I can't go out with a patient."

"Oh," he breathed as his cheeks began glowing once more. He became a little flustered when he muttered, "Is that uhm… something you're considering?"

With a smug grin spread over my cheeks I suggested, "Why don't you call me tomorrow to find out?" 

He reciprocated my smile and promised, "I definitely will."

After handing him a note with my private phone number he disappeared from my office but his face never vanished from my mind. I couldn't quite grasp what it was about him that intrigued me so much but I knew I needed to see him again. 

Spencer didn't even wait 24 hours to call me and I couldn't have been happier. 

We were both eager to see each other again, so we agreed to have dinner the next day. When he picked me up from my place to drive us to the restaurant he seemed a lot more confident than the first time I'd seen him. Only when he spoke did I recognize the same awkward and slightly coy man that had become so dear to me in a matter of moments. 

Time flew by when we were together. Never before had a man shown that much interest in the things I was passionate about and he surprised me by sharing some facts about my favorite topic - the heart. The thought of him doing research in preparation for our date let a warmth spread through my chest. 

Spencer really was unlike anyone I had ever met. 

Although the both of us would have liked for our date to continue it had to come to an end eventually. Spencer walked me to my door and kept lingering in front of it for a little while as we looked at each other in comfortable silence. 

"So, how is your heart?" I finally broke the quiet. 

"It was fine all day," he chuckled, "until I saw you."

I took a step towards him, close enough to be able to feel the warmth his body radiated. We locked eyes when I reached out my hand to place it on his chest, just above where his heart sat under layers of fabric, flesh and bones. He didn't even flinch when I touched him, almost as if he had expected me to make this move. 

I felt his heart thumping steadily against my hand and remembered how perfect it looked the other day. 

When I noticed it beating a little faster, I reminded him, "You don't have to be nervous around me."

"I can't help it, you're very attractive."

"Don't worry," I breathed. "I feel the same way about you, too."

To my surprise I suddenly felt his palm pressed against my chest as well. For a moment I thought it was just some bold move to try to feel me up but then I realized what he was doing. 

He wanted to touch my heart as well. 

It answered him by jumping dangerously fast inside my chest, excited to possibly have found its counterpart after years of searching. 

His heart gave away his intention by raising its frequency before his body had even started moving. A split second later Spencer's free hand made contact with my cheek and his sight dropped to my mouth. His breath felt hot against my face when he leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss. 

Tentatively his lips ghosted over mine before I pulled him closer with my hand in the back of his neck. The sensation of his lips against mine sent sparks through my entire body. When he deepened the kiss and let his tongue meet mine, both of our hearts became erratic. 

My hand wandered from his chest to his shoulder in a desperate attempt to find something to hold onto. Spencer smiled into our kiss as he let his palm glide to my back, pulling me against his body. There was no distance to be found between us as we melted into one another in our kiss. 

Our hearts tried to touch as well as they thumped fast against our chests. When the urge to let more oxygen float into my lungs overcame me, I pulled back slightly and looked at the man before me. He wore the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, so I decided I had not yet had enough of him. 

"Do you want to come inside? Maybe have a cup of coffee?" I asked and added, "Decaf, of course."

"I would love nothing more."

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prize counter girl ☆ ten

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

chapter warnings. sex work mentions, so much flirting

notes. we’re backkkk 😋😏😫😍‼️ i hope y’all enjoy this adorable, lovely chapter that i KNOW yall have been dying for. here’s some yummy food @ihrtlert

pcg materlist • previous • chapter eleven

As much as you wanted to keep making out with Michael in the dimly lit hallways of the pizzaplex and escalate things further, he had a few things to do before locking up the place. First things first, cleaning up the supply closet and then finish organizing the boxes of new prizes and supplies for the arcade. It was his fault for getting himself distracted like this, staying much longer than he was supposed to that you decided to offer some help.

But that didn't mean the end of your night together.

"So. What made you wanna stay during closing tonight, hm?" he teased as he was closing the closet door. "And where were you hiding this whole time, anyway?"

You were leaning against the checker-patterned wall as you fixate on him, smirking in a subtle snarky manner. "Upstairs where the bar and lounge are at. I wanted to check out for myself what was upstairs and then... that's when I found you.

"Oh? Roaming around where you're not supposed to, I see..." Michael mirrored your smirk, dipping his head lower and inhaling your sweet scent that drives him insane. Just like before, the gap between you two is now inevitably thin, feeling his body heat transmitting onto your chest as you arched your back against the wall.

"Aw, am I in trouble?" you bantered, settling your gaze on him with the right kind of heat and ardor pooling in your flaunting eyes. It was the same look you gave him in the break room today. The same look when you cleaned his cum off his cock. Your fucking "fuck me" eyes. The look you give him as if you're undressing him without even touching him that drives every fiber of his being to just... ravage you.

"We'll both be in trouble if you keep fucking looking at me like that," he murmured in your ear with his tone falling sharper and stricter, a shiver coursing down your spine. He was frustrated. A little enraged, even. And that turned you the fuck on that even Michael could tell.

In such close proximity and prolonged silence, you gaze intensely into each other's eyes one last time, surrendering to this imbalance of power and unfair seduction, that he immediately had to pull away before he got carried away again. In just a fleeting moment, the both of you snapped back into reality.

"I— I, uh, have to lock up," he sputters. "You can go through the regular exit to the back parking lot since there's no cameras. I'll go through the main exit where I parked."

You sighed deeply as if your heart sank, pushing yourself off the wall with your gaze attached on the floor. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Michael...."

"You too," he beams, slightly agitated, but involuntarily raising his arms out as a gesture for a hug. He wanted to feel the warmth of your body melting onto him one last time, an inhale of your scent to linger in his nose, to at least hold you as if he wanted to protect you. His heart then palpitated when you wrap your arms around his neck and laid the side of your head on his chest, your lips stretching to a smile at how fast his heart was beating.

Michael never wanted to let go.

This embrace felt like the longest he's ever hugged a woman. But after glancing at the clock on the wall and noticing it was almost 12AM, you had to separate. He was here closing the pizzaplex for an hour, way past the time he was supposed to leave. But for some reason tonight, he wasn't feeling all sleepy or tired from work. As if he felt that same rush of energy he got from kissing you last night...

When you already left to the parking lot with your stuff, Michael was lingering in his thoughts. An ongoing battle in his mind, his leg bouncing up and down from this sudden burst of energy as he sat alone in his car. Thinking of you. Thinking of the confession. Every thought of his was consumed by you, and only you, like a triggered springlock clawing into the depths of flesh and bones, unable to escape.

Tomorrow is another day with her. Just ask her out in the morning.

A nice, innocent date where she can dress up and look pretty while I treat her and spoil her.

But tomorrow is too long from now, man.

I'd rather lose hours of sleep than lose a simple last minute date night with her I've been wanting for so long.

He was the only car parked in this lot while yours was on the south side of the building where all the employees are supposed to park. Throwing away his inhibitions like he always does, he speeds around to the corner of your designated parking spot, hoping that you didn't leave yet. To Michael's luck, you were still there turning your engine on.

Your heart fluttered when you suddenly see his car in your peripheral vision pull up beside you on your left, facing the opposite direction so he could be closer to you in the driver's seat. His window was already down with his elbow resting on its ledge, an exhilarated smile on his face as if he just couldn't wait to see you again.

You couldn't help but laugh as you rolled down your window, shaking your head. "I knew you were gonna come around."

"Well, you said it yourself. I enjoy your company as much as you enjoy mine," he teases, his heart still thundering in his chest in agitation even after he motivated himself just awhile ago.

"Shouldn't you be catching up with your hours on sleep? I know I made you stay a little late..."

"You don't have to worry about me. I've actually been sleeping pretty good recently," he smiles, dismissing the fact that you really were at fault for his lack of sleep the past couple of months— but he allowed it.

"That's good to hear," you bantered. "Did you drive all the way here to be my passenger prince again?"

Michael chortled, finding his laughter and the way his eyes crinkle adorable to you. He then inhaled sharply with his teeth clenched, mentally preparing himself and ruminated on his thoughts before speaking.

"Ah, well... After what just happened back there, I— I didn't want our sudden late night together to end just like that..."

"Oh? Is my manager... asking me out on a Sunday night?"

“Not your manager," he corrected. "Your biggest fan."

When you drift your gaze onto Michael, a warm, bonny sensation dissolves onto his skin from the way your eyes glimmered at him. A surging tide of ardor and infatuation blossoming in your stomach— this man would never fail to surprise you, to be the cause of your body surrendering to the charming side of his personality. He could tell you were robbed of speech and so was he— but then again, time was limited.

"And yeah— I know it's really last minute," he continues with a slight stammer, "believe me, if I had the time to take you out, I would've planned ahead. You know, so you can have enough time to dress up and get ready and not have to show up in your daily attire or even your work uniform—"

"Michael, it's fine. I would love to go out with you," you reassured to him sweetly. The way he rambled, the way you can tell he's still nervous and stumbling over his words urged you to just shut him up with another kiss. Good thing he wasn't your passenger prince for tonight or you might've recreated what happened last night... perhaps escalate things more than just a heated, intense make-out session.

Michael blinked rapidly like he just had a double-take. "Oh. Then, uh... you'll just have to follow me and we'll meet there."

"Do you know where we're going?" you asked, grabbing the clutch of your stick shift from park position to drive.

"It's only, like, fifteen minutes from here. Definitely a nice, relaxing getaway place from work. I think you'd love it."

You never thought that you'd experience these kind of late nights with Michael; stargazing together, admiring the stunning cityscape, and indulging in the nightly, tranquil ambiance of this perfect night. There was a place in downtown that he knew, a secluded hilltop that shows the breathtaking view of the twinkling city and midnight sky. As you sat on the hood of his car and relaxed under the stars, it was also a perfect time to ruminate on life and have more than just "small talk" outside of work.

"...To be honest, sex work has always been physically and mentally exhausting," you confided to him. "I don't even know why girls who just turned 18 all of a sudden wanna be in the porn industry. There's so many fucked up people online that can exploit these young and impressionable girls— believe me, I've seen everything in less than 5 months I started. There's a dark side to this industry that's never talked about or even forewarned before you do sex work."

Michael had his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder in comfort. "I always thought that shit was weird... It's always social media that pressures those young girls to do sex work for 'empowerment' when in reality... it'll just destroy them, right?"

"Yeah. That's why I never take sex work too seriously and didn't want this to be my career. I mean, yeah there will be times when I do it for fun and earn good money from my viewers, but... that's only the glamorized part of it all. In the end, sex workers shouldn't be demonized, but the industry shouldn't be glorified, either. I will always support women who do this because of their financial situation, as long as they're cautious and understand their reality."

"You're absolutely right," he says. "I'll always be supporting you too, you know. It's just— I still can't get my head wrapped around the fact that we actually work together. My first time seeing you, I literally didn't know how to function. I was just like... holy shit."

The two of you chuckled as your mind replayed the way Michael seized up after seeing you for the first time that day. "I've never seen a man fold like that ever," you teased. "You were so awkward in real life compared to when we chatted online. That's why I had my doubts, but— it was kinda hot seeing you all shy and nervous around me."

I won't be the one shy and nervous next time...

Michael scoffs, grinning down at the ground. "I mean, could you blame me? I didn't expect the camgirl I masturbate to working here with me."

"Oh my god, shutup," you bantered, lightly tapping him with your knuckles.

Michael couldn't believe that after so much time had passed until a few days ago when he fist met you, you were starting to be comfortable with each other. Aside from just flirting and intense sexual tension, there was something else existing between you two that just felt... surreal.

This beautiful balance of having flirty banter, sarcasm, and humor that would go to being sweet and genuine with each other, and then being able to empathize together, opening up to each other about serious things in life... This kind of connection for him was not only what he's been craving, but what he cherishes, something so special that he would never want to lose.

"...What's your schedule looking like the next couple weeks?" Michael asks, slanting his head closer to yours just to take in your scent again.

"Hm. I think I might be off next Friday..."

“Oh really? I'm also off that Friday too," he replied sardonically, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"What about your dad?" you piqued. "Do you think he's gonna get suspicious of us at work?"

Michael's hummed, slightly perturbed as he thought about the times where his dad pestered him just from seeing you two together. "It's kinda hard to tell, you know? Him suspecting his employees having something going on is the least of his priorities. Like, he won't be watching us all the time, especially on the cameras. But if we make things way too obvious... he's not that dumb. We'll definitely get in trouble."

"I get it. I think it's best to keep our distance just in case," you suggested, settling your gaze onto his face as you leaned on his shoulder. There goes that look again, beguiling him wholeheartedly. Your riveting, doe eyes with the moonshine reflecting off the lens has never looked so beautiful. But whether this was intentional or not, he can sense that you love making him feel this way.

She is the only one that does this to me.

She drives me crazy. She makes me act out of control until I'm not longer myself.

And she takes sick fucking pleasure while doing it.

She knows what she does to me.

"You and I both know that's fucking impossible," he coaxed, turning himself to stand in front of you while caressing your waist. "I can't stand not being around you. Talking to you on break or even after work isn't enough for me."

You find yourself leaning against the hood of Michael's Audi as he inches closer. Your breath nearly faltered from the way his fingertips glides against your skin, drizzling you with goosebumps. A sweet sensation interwoven, burning every molecule of desire in your bodies. He's been aching to caress you, to hold you safe in his arms, to touch you in places that sends you right over the edge... Nothing could help the fact that the both of you were touch-starved deep down.

"The supply closet and a few other places downstairs," he mutters into your ear, "there's no cameras. I know you love showing off in front of cameras, but... a private show wouldn't hurt, hm? That is— of course, whenever you're down for it. Not like I'm gonna randomly snatch you and then we have a quickie. That's insane."

You bursted out laughing from his sudden tone shift, him being all flirty and then back to his sarcastic self. "You're funny, Michael."

"Well, in all seriousness... That Friday I'll also be requesting time off. We'll have the whole day to ourselves— and I'll definitely have a perfect first date planned for us."

Your arms slither around his neck, lips just mere inches away from his as both of your hearts pound in excitement. "I can't wait," you murmured fondly.

Michael presses his lips against yours, melting onto each other passionately right under the pale moonlight. This beautiful feeling, this beautiful sense, this basking of pleasure knowing that he's all yours— not only admitting his dirty little secrets and the lustful pining had brought you two closer than ever, but also the intimate, ardent feelings you both had for each other was mutual.

Now that he can be himself without acting so painfully awkward around you, so much burden had finally lifted off his shoulders. No more secrets, nothing else to hide from each other anymore. But there were still a few more problems the both of you had to inevitably face at work— one of them being William Afton if he ever suspected that his employees are officially dating each other.

Fuck the fraternization policy.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost/share any of my works on any social media where minors have access.

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CONSUME.

words // 371

genre // angst

an // no use of yn! also plsssplspslss dont judge too rough this is my first time writing in forever 😭🙏. I tried to depict miles having a panic attack as best as I can but if anything’s not accurate pls lmk! also i made that gif!! yippee !!!

Everything had gotten tough for Miles. Handling the Spot, the reject of the spider society, and the betrayal of Gwen, he just wanted— needed to go home.

To save his dad. He needed to see his dad.

He needed to see you.

As he panics about the city, feeling his blood pound in his ears, Miles hands shook as he was running out of webs the faster he shoots them, gasping for air as his chest heaves up and down heavily.

His thoughts were racing through his mind as he’s set on only one destination, thinking about everything that had happened. How he was going to tell you what happened. He feels an unfamiliar pressure in his chest, tears threatening to spill from his eyes within his mask.

Miles tries to let out a stable breath but fails and stumbles into your window , tearing off his mask. It feels like the whole world is closing in on him. He heaves as he tries to find anything to grab on to.

You jolted up from your sleep at the sudden noise, seeing a silhouette above you. As you lift to sit up, you get engulfed by a familiar pair of arms. “Miles..?” You mumble.

He doesn’t respond as he lets go of you, heaving chest calming down just a bit.

“Miles? Miles please just- just try to breathe.” You say. You grab his arm lightly and press one of his hands to your chest to try to ground him, and make him aware of his surroundings.

“Breathe with me.” You say, as you take a deep breath. He repeats the same action, staggered, but eventually matching your pace. He tears up as he looks at you. “I missed you so much, you won’t believe what happened when I was gone, I-“

You shake your head and cut him off. “It’s okay, miles. We can talk in the morning. You need rest, yeah?” You say walking away to grab a spare blanket. “Also, what are you wearing?”

“What? What do you—“

Miles didn’t have the time to finish that sentence as he starts glitching, turning into an array of colors and shapes as he clutches his chest. The realizations settles in too late as he looks up at you, grabbing a pillow and spare clothes.

His vision starts to blur as you turn around, heart pounding and palpitating while he tries to seem as normal as possible. “I- thank you.” He takes the spare clothes, ignoring the confusing look you gave him, and goes to where your bathroom is.

He wasn’t in the right universe.

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I Hate You, Be My Girlfriend: Part Three (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Warnings: Again, bad Barbara characterization.

Word Count: 1,676

Summary: You finally meet Damian's family, and everything goes according to plan...until it doesn't?

You both got out of his car, stumbling your way to the daunting gates of Wayne Manor hand-in-hand. Unlike the other times Damian had returned to his childhood home, Alfred was not there to greet him with the dutiful smile he always carried. It was just another reminder of how much things have changed since he was 13, everything except him.  

His home loomed over him like a pitch black shadow, the lights that cascaded around the green hedges created an ominous glow. Never in Damian’s life had his father’s house felt as huge as it did now. He subconsciously pulled you in closer just so he could feel the warmth of your skin. You turned to him, eyes broad and dilated, the reflection of the inside lights almost making it seem like they were sparkling. 

“We aren’t even inside yet and I am already amazed! I can’t even imagine living in a place this huge!” You giggled like a frenzied child who had just experienced snow. 

The path to the manor’s main door felt like the calm before a storm with every step he was taking feeling like his own death march. One wrong move by either of you and you could be busted. His pride would be demolished and, well, you would be known as the poor unfortunate soul who made the deal with the Devil. 

What annoyed Damian even further was the fact that you seemed so awestruck with your surroundings that you couldn’t even bother to be worried like he was. Didn’t you understand that your reputation was on the line too? It was unbelievably frustrating, but what was even more frustrating was the fact that whenever he looked at you to scold you for it, his throat would clog up and he would suddenly remember how nice it felt to be holding your hand. 

“Do I look okay? You keep looking at me funny…” You asked softly. 

Damian scoffed, his face burning. “You look…fine…I just don’t understand how you look so calm.”

He absolutely despised how you looked at him as if you understood his whole being. “Oh. I guess I’m just excited about meeting your family.” You gave him another smile. “Plus, yknow, it’s not hard pretending to love..people…” 

There was a noticeable pressure in his chest when Damian heard those words, as if he was having heart palpitations, except heart palpitations never felt so torturously delightful. It only worsened when you continued to give him that adorable grin. The best decision seemed to ignore what he was feeling, especially since there was a more pressing matter at hand. 

Just in case all else failed, Damian made sure to create several fool proof contingency plans he could lay back on. He took one final breath before walking up the last few steps of the porch and grasping the golden doorknob, knocking on the dark wood. 

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Dick happened to be the one who let you guys into the enormous Manor, which you still were amazed at even if Damian gave you a side glare every few minutes. The older brother gave you a quick tour of the first floor which followed up with the most stressful game of 20 questions you had ever played. The questions were simple at first - how did you two meet and what classes are you taking in college? Once you met Damian’s other siblings though was when the questions became harder to answer without becoming an oozing puddle or exploding into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

What did Damian do to gain your attention and by God, what made you want him out of all the other potential bachelors lining up on your doorstep. 

As if there were any other bachelors waiting on your doorstep. 

Thankfully, Damian was there to smooth out all the details with that casual suave charm he had - a charm that you are now realizing belongs to most of the members of his family. It was getting hard not to become antsy when Damian smiled so lovingly at you, all the while explaining the embarrassingly (and true) story of how you met in the library and how he had helped you get out from under a bookshelf that had fallen on top of you. Granted, it was a shelf that you had scaled because the particular book you wanted was on the top shelf, thus making it impossible for you to get. Still, it would have been nice to create a more romantic first meet story rather than just being pictured like an idiot. Although, you supposed, this was Damian and he would take any and every opportunity for you to look like an idiot. 

Other than that, everything seemed to be going according to plan. It seemed like Damian’s family liked you, and most importantly, they showed no sign of suspicion towards your guys’ relationship. His family was a little odd though, and you couldn’t help but wonder how Bruce Wayne managed to adopt so many chaotic and unique children in a row. 

You had met Dick first; He was the oldest there and seemed to keep the peace between everyone else in the family. His hair was dark, but you couldn’t tell if it was a deep brown or black and his eyes were a disturbingly bright blue. He was charming and easy to talk to, instantly making you feel like you were already part of the family. It was clear why Barbara loved him so much. 

You had met Tim next, who seemed to be at a loss at your appearance. Damian couldn’t help smirking at his face. Out of everyone, he was the most suspicious of you and Damian’s relationship, even stating how Damian seemed too sugary and sweet to be natural. Other than that, he seemed nice enough. The brothers seemed to have a love-hate relationship, most of which being perpetuated by Damian while Tim continued to play the tired and irritated older brother. Despite being the CEO of Wayne enterprise, he seemed so young, his face carrying the wrinkles and eyebags of a 50 year old. 

There were three girls at the dining table. You were introduced to all of them - Stephanie, Barbara and Cassandra -  but you talked the most to Stephanie, a blonde who was the closest to your age. She was really ecstatic to see Damian “in love” and she jokingly asked if he would propose to you soon. You managed to laugh off the proposition while Damian’s eyebrows creased as if he was actually considering it. Cassandra was quiet while Barbara exuded a confident quick-wittedness to her that made you feel she could point out everything you were doing wrong in your life. 

Eventually Alfred and who you assumed to be Jason came out with delicious smelling food, the latter of which grumbling about how no one else helped out because he was the only competent one in the kitchen. Damian had always depicted Jason as the black sheep of the family but you weren’t ever sure why. Other than having a chunk of his hair dyed a pearlescent white, he seemed fairly normal.

“Where’s father? Isn’t he supposed to be here?” Damian’s voice was quiet but maintained a steely undertone. Everyone shared a look with each other, then back at you, as if they were all in on a secret and you were the only one left out. 

“He uh, he’s getting things situated before we all leave tomorrow afternoon.” Tim hesitantly said. 

Damian leaned back in his chair, his face pulled into an unsatisfied scowl. “Of course he is.”

Damian never opened up to you about his relationship with his father, but it was safe to say that they weren’t that close. You and him never shared the type of relationship in which he could be vulnerable with you, but it felt imperative that you were there for him, even if he was uncomfortable with it. 

You gently put your hand on top of his seeing as how it calmed him down before, swallowing all the nervousness you had and kissed his cheek. You tried your best to make it seem seamless and natural, but it most likely wasn’t. “I’m sure we’ll get to see him tomorrow morning, Dami.”

The look Damian gave you melted your heart. It was a mix between staggered and confused, like a deer caught in the middle of the road about to be hit by a truck.  

“Jeez, get a room you two! You’re worse than the engaged couple!” Jason laughed. 

“Do you see how red they are, it’s like they haven’t kissed before!” Tim argued, still mildly suspicious. 

That seemed to knock some sense back into Damian’s bewildered state, looking to Drake than back at you. His face lit up dangerously. “Shut up Drake, of course I have kissed my girlfriend.”

“Uh huh, so it wouldn’t be a problem if you two kissed right now?” The water you had previously been drinking almost surged out of your mouth, your eyes wide. 

“I-I…Dami..Damian isn’t really a fan of public affection like that and-” Damian squeezed your hand again, causing you to stop mid sentence. 

“Hush, beloved. It’s just one simple kiss. We’ve done way worse stuff before.” He husked. You did your best to keep the not-so-clean thoughts out of mind when he mentioned the last part. Damian swiftly pulled you closer to the point where you were half in your chair, half sprawled on his lap. “Plus, if I get to prove Tim wrong, then it’s just a bonus.”

Your body was completely on fire, every single touch Damian graced you with sending fireworks bursting along your skin. Breath was in short supply and you were pretty sure your hands were becoming clammy with sweat. He titled your chin up with his forefinger and thumb, looking down at you as if he really did love you. You tried not to let the possibility of it being true drown you. It was an impossible task, especially when you can feel his gentle lips barely gracing yours. 

You were doomed. 

MwahahahahAHAHAHahahhahahAH

I am evil >:)

Writing part three really was a demonstration of patience and trusting the writing process, and how taking breaks are necessary. Four hours ago, I felt like banging my head against a wall at how terrible this originally was and it wasn't until I stepped away, took a nice bath and baked some cookies that I everything started to click into place.

But I am extremely tired and am going to pass out in the next five seconds.

Lastly, here is my awesome and amazing taglist!

@greenkiki, @noah-uhhh-what, @littlemiss-nightshade, AND @itzstaticrainbow

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Part 2 theories

So like everyone I have been brain rotting over part one and the trailer for part 2! I am firmly in the living for the season camp, although would never so no to more Polin lol.

As an anxious girlie (who is equal parts dreading and excited for the LW fallout) that preview gave me heart palpitation's 🫡. So I have been scouring all four corners of the web for spoilers and I have a theory for part 2, leave now to not be spoiled!

I don’t think this clip from the promo is the mirror scene and they are faking us out…. Shocking I know.

So we also see this dress here:

Which some internet sources report is from episode 5 when Colin has a major bust up with Portia and then he takes Pen to see their new house. At which Pen is very emotional because nobody has ever stood up for her before and they ahem… finish what they started in the carriage. 😱😱

Also before anyone says I know the hair is different, however you show me anyone who’s hair stays perfectly in place after having their shit rocked by their sexy pirate fiancé who just ripped ya mum a new one.

This is all supposedly before their wedding and before Colin discovers LW and I don’t think the mirror scene will happen before this point. Which would also make sense as the most anticipated scene I don’t think Netflix would want to spoil it in the trailers, baring maybe the carriage scene which was also noticeably absent from all P1 promo (maybe even more anticipated seeing as it doesn’t happen in the book and is only referenced as boob man Colin’s fantasy (can you blame him)). As well as the connotations of what the mirror scene represents, it doesn’t make narrative sense to put it before she reveals every part of herself to him and he reaffirms that he adores every part of her. At the very least I am manifesting this because I’ll cry if it is before 🙃.

So that being said I think this is a fake out showing their first time in their new home in ep 5 that ISNT the mirror scene which would come in maybe ep 7 or 8 following LW Fallout.

So thanks for coming to my ted talk or better described as a theorising ramble so I don’t loose my actual marbles over the next 4 weeks (I’m at a big old age of 8 and twenty and I can’t be doing with this stress hun okay I have a full time job and responsibilities, I can’t be obsessing like I’m 16 again).

Basically I see you Netflix and if I’m right you are honour bound to let meeeee seeeeee now or pistols at dawn! Or if someone has seen it just dm me a thumbs up so I can at least be smug for the next 25 days.

Thoughts, comments, concerns come freak out with me .

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IWTV S2 - Exclusive Special Preview Breakdown

I literally just got home and am speedrunning frame by frame through ANOTHER huge trailer that dropped while IRL had me in a chokehold today--AMC, y'all are tryna put me in the hospital, ISTG! We're EATING SO WELL in the fandom!

That's the SECOND MOFO to shoulder-check my daughter--DEATH to all of them!

past!Lesmand in Les Innocents I assume.

This is spiiiiiiiiiicy, cuz it directly links up with what they show later about Claudia's diaries:

I BET! You choke-slammed me like my a-hole father-uncle-brother did, and refused to toss his desanguinated husk in the incinerator with his 9-fingered sidepiece! DISHONOUR!

DRAG HIM, Claudia!

(Why even bother touching it, ew.) I love how JA's voice over is explaining how Lou & Claud have experienced true horror, and they show some dried out skeleton from Eastern Europe, knowing good & well some corpse is LIGHT, compared to the mess they've been through.

this is FERAL.

HD footage of the infamous too-effing-dark-and-blurry Loustat kiss. At long last.

omg Lestat is a TROLLLLLLLLLLLL 😅

I'm getting the impression that there's barely a scene WITHOUT Lestat haunting Louis, even when his new boo's right there! Poor Armand never stood a chance. U_U

Assad said "Armand cannot help but feel Lestat's presence--" you mean like LITERALLY? With the Mind Gift? So Armand KNOWS Louis is hallucinating Lestat the whole time!? 😱

DANG, Louis needs Lestat as a scapegoat to blame when things go wrong, but he also needs Lestat to be his guilty conscious helping him make the "right" decisions.

What's WILD is that SamStat's so dang good at being this p.o.s. we (via Louis' POV) are supposed to hate--but this isn't even Lestat! It's a literal figment of Louis' traumatized imagination, even moreso than the descriptions Louis gave to Daniel in 1973. It is so much clearer here WHY Louis went off on Lestat in SanFran, cuz he'd been dealing with a fake Lestat for possibly decades by then, driving him nuts, that Louis then raged against in the first interview. I really like that AMC is showing us this--it hits so much better than just getting a couple lines in the book, and next to zero references in the movie.

TELL IT, JACOB! Y'all know those friends/family that just LOVE a bad boy--someone toxic AF that no one in their right mind would seriously consider, cuz they're addicted to the high that DRAMA gives them. They don't feel like they're really living/loving if everything's not a freaking rollercoaster. Which is why REBOUNDS are often a bad idea! They never process their damage before jumping to the next inevitable disaster--Louis LITERALLY carrying his past baggage with him. U_U

"Die, Claudia." 😒

LOUMAND'S BEDROOM AT LONG LAST! 😭 It's so cool! (My nerdy The Sims gamer heart is having palpitations; it's nothing like I expected. ❤️ MORE jail/cage bars.)

Not a shocker--I bet these are the ones about Paris (neatly sliced out), not the ones about Bruce (torn out). The agreement part is interesting though, cuz Louis has to ask Armand's permission to see his daughter's diaries, which means Armand's the one keeping them away--the question is WHY? Cuz we know Louis' memorized her diaries. So I'm wondering if it's cuz Daniel's been poking so many holes that Louis' starting to doubt his memories about what happened, and needs to see them for verification? OR, Lou has no memories of what happened and what was on those pages, and Armand's like "We REMOVE the Damage So We FORGET The Damage."

Chile, you been knew Louis' cuckoo bananas--the REAL mystery is Armand.

Yeah, we been knew Ben Daniels was gonna out-Lestat Lestat, the man's oozing Charisma Uniqueness Nerve and Talent.

Meanwhile Louis looks beyond disgusted.

RIP to all the Meat being butchered on stage.

"Dare I say it's a much gorier season." PERFECT. I really wanna see them BE VAMPS, not just the Theatre. LFG! ^0^

[oh-saints]

Hello!! Love how you write angst, could you maybe write a one shot for either mason mount or martin ødegaard, where you have been dating for a couple of years and suddenly he starts being nervous around reader and she thinks that he is going to ask her to move in but he breaks up with her because he starts thinking that she should be with someone that can give her all their time and not being in the spotlight and then idk ajajajaj

Maybe they call them when they are drunk or they get hurt in a match and they call her or something where they hace to face each other or something

Omg this is long ajajajajaj hope you like my idea and it inspires you to write something, I know anything we got from you will be nice :)

hi nonny!! sorry it's only now i can write this request of yours. i hope i'm not too late? ;-)

but since i'm writing an angst-y series for mason, here may i present you something for our favourite young captain that i've been working on the past week...

ghost

it’s true what people say when they tell you to wrap up your unfinished business first. you’re just too blind to see the big, fat ass flag that’s waving as red as your boyfriend’s kit.

martin ødegaard x you tw: insecurity + cheating wc: 3.3k note: this is just a fiction ok i'm just in the mood to make devil out of everyone lolol this actually hits a bit too close to home but I need to let it out, so here we are. I don’t support cheating whatsoever btw, so remember to break it up good first things first 😉but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet. songs: almost is never enough - nathan sykes, ariana grande & midnight rain - taylor swift

“are you engaged or something that I don’t know of?”

it wasn’t often your best friend paid you a call, considering her florist business was thriving and all and they were now rather short-staffed. so when her name flashed over the screen of your phone, you didn’t think twice to excuse yourself out of your office to pick up her call.

but you didn’t think she’d fire you that question. sure, you’d been dating your boyfriend since the early days of his arrival to the north side of london and things had been going stable between you two. sure, you’d talked about the more serious part of your relationship, such as what if you both get married and all. but that was it—none of you discussed more than that, what ifs.

you wouldn’t turn down the opportunity if given, though.

“uh, no? why are you asking?”

“shit,” your friend muttered under her breath. “promise me, first. don’t tell him it comes from me, okay?”

the more your friend gave you disclaimer like that, the more your heart’s palpitation grew rapid. “as if I’d throw my best friend under the bus.”

she laughed at your lame attempt to hide your nervousness. your voice tended to reach an octave higher when you did so. “martin ordered so many peonies for the weekend.”

peony is your favourite flower, you’d told martin that a long while ago—to which martin utilised the information for every of your anniversary bouquet, along with every time your birthday came up. but he never orders for peony on ordinary days because he thinks it defeats the purpose of presenting you everything special on particular days.

and this weekend was the last game of the season, a mark to officially begin your summer break, which is always the time you both look forward to because in between martin’s constant flying schedules and your 9-5 hectic schedule, it’s always nice to have one or two week(s) secluding yourself from the entire world, spending day and night only with your boyfriend.

you had to take a deep breath to slow down your pounding heart. can it be?

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

see you on the weekend, baby.

martin wasn’t supposed to be smiling this wide. he wasn’t even supposed to smile at all. because despite the sweet moniker, the sender wasn’t his own girlfriend of a little more than two years. worse, the sender had even been deprived of every right to call him by endearments since that painful moment she broke up with him, right when he informed her that there was a better opportunity for him in london.

logically, he was supposed to hate her with all his might—how could he stand someone who didn’t support his growth and development as a young football player? how could he stand someone who only crawled back to him when he was now an up-and-coming name in the football world?

logically, he was supposed to come back home straight from the training ground instead of ordering a bunch of flowers for the next time he met her. why did he feel obliged to bring her a handful of flowers? where did this feeling come from?

martin wasn’t one to understand flowers, anyway. he only bought flowers for special occasions, and that was also because he’d gotten the information yourself about your favourite flower. so why was he purchasing something he didn’t possess the knowledge of, to begin with?

but logic seemed to have escaped the most level-headed person under mikel arteta’s team since the ghost of his past decided to appear before him last week.

“martin, you should know that I’m very sorry for what I’ve done,” she started explaining, and the moment she reached for martin’s hands over the table was the moment his resolve crumbled apart. “I wasn’t thinking straight and I was too foolish to want you all for myself. but I’ve grown up, for you, so that I can be someone you need by your side.”

martin should naturally ask for an evidence, or anything to convince him that she had indeed become better for him, had turned into someone she believed he needed. martin should ask what she had become—could she be like you, the one who put shattered pieces of him together and glued him back to his old self?

martin should prove it himself if this very lady in front of him, who’d inflicted more pain than logically accepted, was a better fit to be his other half than you. hell, martin should’ve even proved it himself that she was no better than you, period. so why did his hand now get tangled with hers, reciprocating the light squeeze she gave him over the table?

why did he think she deserve at least a chance to explain herself?

ironic, really, when his gaffer picked martin to be the captain of his team himself solely for martin’s extraordinary football iq.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

landed! can’t wait to see you! xx where are you?

“martin, baby,” martin jumped in his place, his phone almost fell off his hands, as the sultry voice he loved—and he discovered that he still loves it all the same—tried to lure him back to bed. “what are you doing? come back here,”

the pristine white sheet of the hotel slid down her chest as she sat up, beautiful in between the mess he made of her—her now-tangled hair, purple spots down her neck and chest, red marks down her arms and thighs—and martin’s heart broke into two. one at the revelation at how much he’d missed this sight of her, the other at the fact he needed to leave this behind because he still had you to come back to.

you, who’d been waiting for him at the airport for two hours now, because he forgot about picking you up from your business trip. something he never did during the time you both spent together.

you, who would be waiting for him in his house later, ready to spill everything you went through during your business trip, because you know martin was a good listener and never a judgemental one. because you know martin would always have your back.

you, who had loved him before his name, who have loved him through the calm and the storm of a football season, who always love him no matter wins or loses, and who promises to always love him through thins and thicks.

something came up at the training ground. I’m sorry I can’t pick you up myself.

martin’s heart plopped down the plush carpet as he pressed send, for reasons he didn’t want to acknowledge right now. not when a pair of arms managed to snake its way to his waist, eliminating the distance between martin and her in no time and they were now skin to skin, and good lord, was it not satisfying to have no barrier between them.

martin’s heart plopped down to the deepest part of hell, perhaps, when he felt his phone vibrated in his hand—the one that wasn’t busy moulding his body to fit the vixen in his arms—and saw the immediate response you replied him with.

alright, good luck with that. see you at home! xx

you, whose love martin had betrayed. consciously so.

“do you still love her?” was the question the woman martin believed as siren incarnated, fired off as soon as she saw him dressing up, ready to leave her behind in this luxury confinement they called five-star hotel.

brave, martin got to give her that. it was the very question martin kept asking himself as he laid awake last night, facing the ceiling while listening to the sound of her gentle breathing, tickling against the skin just an inch from his pecks. her flimsy finger was ghosting yet so palpable, just like your existence—resting there waiting to be acknowledged, like the elephant in the room.

funny how it was his favourite position of yours since the first night you slept together, for it reminded him of her touch, the very touch he’d lost because she was a selfish human being.

yet, martin was currently the one selfish beyond possible combination of words.

but somehow, martin was even braver for responding her when he himself wasn’t sure he could answer his own question.

“I’d be lying if I say I don’t, søta,” he donned his jacket before he leaned down, claiming her lips once more—for what, he didn’t know. to satisfy himself? to soothe the impending thirst that’d been building up unknowingly since she left him? to boost his confidence and justify himself that he was about to do the right thing? “and probably a part of me always will.”

the woman frowned in the way martin was supposed to hate her—she was the reason he’d grown to hate frowny, clingy women—but instead, he shot down a well-placed kiss that she reciprocated in the same fervour, obvious to tell him that she didn’t like sharing. her hands pulled him down further the bed, trying to lull him back to her arms, just like siren personified, and martin laughed in between their heated exchange.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“what if you never come back?” the woman refused to let go of him, hugging him tightly like a koala to his tree. “what if you suddenly realise you love her more?”

“it’s clear to see I don’t love her that much anymore, no?” martin swept the brown locks that reminded him of milky chocolate fondue. sweet, silky, smelt as nice as it looked, as he plucked off one of the peony petals he’d showered her with. “not enough to make me stay with her, anyway.”

martin even surprised himself by saying such words. he didn’t know he was capable of that, he didn’t know how he could have it in him. but if he thought that was surprising, he certainly wouldn’t hold a candle against himself for the things he did—or maybe, had done—to you.

you, whose entire world martin shattered. consciously so, since the moment you parted yourself from the embrace you enveloped him with but whose warmth wasn’t returned.

“what’s wrong?”

he knew it wasn’t easy. it was never easy to be with you since the very beginning anyway—you gathering his broken pieces, you swiping off all of his insecurities and assuring him that you’d wait for him till he wiped off all traces of her, you hiding off your identity so you wouldn’t drag him down in any way possible—but martin didn’t expect them to be very difficult, disclosing all his sins and admitting his faults.

admitting she wasn’t the only one in his heart.

worse, admitting she was never the only one since the start.

“was the emergency that bad at work?”

martin wanted to scream at her, telling her off that she wasn’t supposed to think the better of him, not after everything he’d done to her and their relationship. martin wanted to scream at her, telling her to be the bad guy for once for putting herself first. martin wanted to scream at her, telling her to live happily without him because she didn’t deserve him.

“don’t look at me like that, martin,” your eyes were as clear as always, and martin’s heart broke once more for you and every of the emotions displayed in your eyes. you were scared of him, of how cold he was being around you, and martin’s heart broke because you had been nothing but warm to him. “what’s wrong?”

you didn’t look any different to him at that moment, still lovable and looked very much like his, in every sense of the word. yet he was no longer yours, in every sense of the word. that was what went wrong.

“nothing,” martin acted the way the word implied. martin acted like nothing was wrong, as he kissed the top of your head and slid his hand into yours. “how was your trip?”

“I just wish you were there,” other days, your words would warm him up—the way your presence always succeeded to—but today, as you didn’t grasp back his hand, you meant every single word that escaped your mouth. “too bad, you know?”

too bad, indeed, my love. what if you stayed? what if she wasn’t here? martin thought inwardly as he poured the risotto he was making.

too bad, indeed, my love. because you’re gone already the moment you come home. you thought inwardly as you received the only dish he’d serve you by far because cooking had always been your thing.

too bad, indeed, as the risotto started turning as cold as the long withstanding iceberg in the form of white marble countertop separating you two. too bad, indeed, as the risotto was beyond salvageable even if you tried resurrecting it with every kind of heat earth could produce.

but neither of you moved, so different to the silent dance you both had been doing around the room. yet everything around you two was as loud as obnoxious bunch of drunkards watching the netflix show playing in your living room.

“you know I love you, right?”

the deep breath he let out indicated everything but, and you had never felt so alone in a room full of him. you were left alone, behind a four-wall full of him—his scent, his words, his voice—with nothing but abundance of confusion in your hands. it was, more often than not, your job to declare you love to him, instead of the other way around like this, so what changed?

“I love you,” yet martin couldn’t look straight into your eyes. “but I’m sorry.”

the confusion in your eyes were still evident and martin’s heart broke for you once more because he knew you didn’t deserve any of this. of him, of what he did, of how he’d been treating you. a small doubt crept in for a millisecond—what if he could fix this?—but he buried them down once more because you deserved this from him, an ending as respectable as you are.

“I love you too.”

no, no, you don’t get to say that. you’re not supposed to say that. you were supposed to throw him a thousand questions why he said sorry to you, contradicting his rather fake declaration of love for you.

“I forgive you.”

martin’s head had never snapped that fast, this time it was him that couldn’t hide his bewilderment. of all scenarios he had in his head, what you just did was never in his card. “you don’t know what I did.”

“I don’t care,” you squared your shoulders, and martin knew you meant your words then. you were so full of love and compassion, and it was why martin decided to forget her to be with you, but now martin wanted to run away for how hard life had come to bite his ass. “I love you. I forgive you.”

“I slept with another person,” and he noticed the slight tremble on those strong shoulders that overcame you. there, he needed that. he needed you to know, to feel, to see reality. “I cheated on you. I want to say that I’m sorry every time and every chance I can but I can’t. I’m sorry.”

you had gone through the worst obstacles there was on this earth—tower of terror, skydiving at palm jumeirah, being struck by lightning. you had gone through even worse obstacles—you’d seen your parents divorced before your eyes, you’d seen your friend took his life in front of you. yet nothing was as painful as the joke martin just threw in your face. you could even brave yourself for a guillotine if given the chance.

anything but the lemon your boyfriend just handed over your open wound. clean-cut and straight to the point.

“you said you love me.”

“I do,” martin replied immediately, as if he was sure of it. as if he was sure that loving you was the right thing to do when he’d just committed the wrong thing to do. “that’s why I’m sorry I did what I did.”

“with who?”

“you don’t want to know who.”

but with martin’s answer, it didn’t take you another second to figure out the woman in question. and you regretted asking immediately because you knew it’d be better if you didn’t know. you could even truly forgive him for what he did, as long as it wasn’t her. knowing who the partypooper was always a better option, because not being able to place a face to a name was always better.

but now you knew about it, and you didn’t have time to save your fragile heart from a heavy rain of sharp knives, endlessly stabbing your open wound to enlarge it even more, giving space for another knife to launch itself to a bleeding heart. you didn’t have time to hide your pain, as tears slowly escaped your eyes.

“why?” you gathered every of your remaining energy to sound brave as you faced your losing battle. “what did I do wrong?”

you needed to know because you’d been doing only the right thing. nothing less than perfect for your boyfriend.

martin wanted to know too because you’d been nothing short of what he needed.

“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself when martin didn’t give you a response, then you gathered yourself again as you reciprocated his strong gaze. as best as you could anyway. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t enough—”

“no, no—”

“tell me what I can do to fix this, martin,” you pursed your lips, holding back the tears left unshed. “we can still fix this. just… please don’t leave me.”

“please don’t do this…” martin sighed because while he knew you’d always fight for what you believe in, he didn’t know it would bring him a big boomerang instead. “I’ve hurt you. staying with me will hurt you more and that’s the last thing I want for you.”

but that was the last straw for you, the look on his face. he spared you a look of sympathy, an emotion you rather detested because you weren’t a charity case. so you cried, this time not because of the lost cause in your relationship. you cried for yourself, because while you were displaying your desperate frustrations to amend the broken bridges, you addressed such wave of emotion to the wrong person.

“what did I do wrong?”

“it’s not you,” martin wanted to hug you—he still hated seeing you cry—but he knew it wasn’t his place anymore to comfort you. he’d deprived himself of the exclusive right in lieu of another set of different luxurious rights. “it’s never your fault.”

but martin never said it was his, either.

[stargazing15]

Worth the wait

Bob x Fem!reader

Summary: The daggers are back from their deployment. How will the reunion with Bob go? After all he hadn't tried to contact you, not even a 'We're on our way back'.

Warnings: injury (nothing bad), fluff

A/N: okay, I gave in, Bob is too cute okay - still thinking on how to make our dear Bobby sweat 😅

Previous: What a timing - Next: Make the boy sweat

Enjoy!

Tired, heart palpitations, scared, anxious, that all summed up how you were feeling for the past two weeks. No communication, even Penny was left in the dark.

Then, finally, a text from Penny that they were on their way back home. First night of good sleep. They were all okay, Bob was coming back.

The strange thing was that you got a text from Phoenix with the exact date and hour of arrival and when they would be able to meet you at the Hard Deck. Of course in the middle of your workday and of course your boss wasn't allowing an early leave for the day. Bob had sounded excited to start over with you again, so why wasn't he the one texting you?

Despite the lack of communication from Bob's side, you had messaged him quite a few times over the last few days, only they didn't get the normal recieved-icon.

Focusing on the positive part, everyone coming home, you put on the new dress you bought. It was hugging your curves in all the right ways and it was loose from your hips. If Bob maybe had lost interest in you, maybe someone else would.

Some guys at work indeed appreciated your dress, it weren't creepy comments, as you knew the persons behind the whistles. They knew what you've been through and are trying to lighten up the mood. And it did lift your spirit getting nice compliments.

After a long workday, you were more than happy to hop in your car and go to the Hard Deck to meet everyone. The moment you entered, you got attacked by Khaki-uniforms hugging you. Only one was missing, the one you were secretly longing for.

"So, he ain't coming?" Disappointment was written all over your face.

"Oh Y/N, he is coming, he needs to make a stopover before he can come here. You'll understand when you see him." Phoenix chuckled.

While catching up with everyone, your neck and shoulders started to get sore. You were one of those where stress always took it out on your body. While talking to Coyote, he had noticed it too on your posture and suggested to massage your neck. On queue, as you were thinking about to call it a day, because of the wait for Bob and the anxiety for the reason him not being here had drained you, the front door opened. You only hadn't noticed it yet, being a little too engulfed in your conversation with Coyote. You had been able to preorder the new limited edition sneakers you knew he wanted to add to his collection. Only they came out with Coyote being stuck on the carrier without Internet. That the man was as happy as a child got the coolest gift ever was an understatement, so the massage was a little thank you.

Bob was now behind you, slightly hurt by the sight in front of him: you and Coyote, again, this time he was massaging you. Only, did he know Coyote probably was going to marry his sneaker-collection first before ever trying to hit on you.

Bob's soft "hmm" broke you out of Coyote's heavenly massage. When you turned around, shock washed over you as you saw Bob's appearance. "Oh my god, Bob! What happened? I thought they said no one was injured?"

"No one got injured during the mission. I, uh, funny story. After the debrief I got a little too excited be going home, to see you again and I, uh, tripped over my own feet. My arm broke the fall." Still fueled on your anxiety and tiredness you slapped Bob on the cheeks. It was not too hard, but hard enough to leave a light pink handprint visible on his cheek.

Only one emotion had now filled the area: shock. Not just Bob, everyone was shocked by your reaction.

"I - uh for making me worry sick while I should be mad at you. I still should be so mad at you, no communication, nothing. But I can't." The last part you had whispered. "S-sorry Robby, oh god, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so confused. Sorry, I-I-"

"L-let's talk outside." The second you slapped him, his insecurities and shyness had come back. Just like the day you met, but this time around he knew what he could loose.

The jitters were back in his belly, his legs suddenly felt a little wobbly when he saw you. He was still in awe by your appearance. Even in joggers you looked like an angel to him, but this dress, damn. The prettiest angel existing. Only he hadn't expect the angel palming a hand on his cheek. But you had a point. He could have borrowed Phoenix' phone to call you, but he didn't.

Bob had taken your hand in his to lead you outside, but froze for a second at your touch. The way your hand fits perfectly in his, the not injured one, made you both forget your surroundings for a moment. The world around you had fade away, just a couple of seconds it was only Bob and you, you and Bob. Just a couple of seconds of piece, before getting greeted again with reality.

Bob took you a little further down the beach, where you two had escaped a lot more in the past for a little one-on-one time. "Is uhm, is it okay here?" He knew he shouldn't be nervous or shy around you anymore, but he couldn't fight it. He knew this was his last chance with you and already felt like failing for not trying to call you. So everything now had to be calculated and thought through.

"It's nice here, thank you, has nice memories." You said while taking your sandals off before plopping down on the sand and signalling Bob to sit next to you.

He sat down next to you letting your knees touch. The body heat radiating from underneath his khakis felt like a welcome home. So you decide to melt into the feeling, as did Bob.

After a silence, contemplating what to say to you, his soft voice broke the silence. "How are you?"

"I don't know, happy that everyone came back safely, tired, I - I don't know, I feel so many things. It's so confusing." You only had noticed your head feeling heavy from all the overthinking and worrying when it landed on Bob's shoulder. The band of his arm sling felt scruffy on your skin, but you didn't mind.

"Sorry for slapping you Robby. When no one wanted to tell me where you were in combination with that I hadn't heard anything from you personally, I thought that, I thought you went back to her. That made me so angry and scared and then I saw you with the cast, I was relieved. But with the tiredness and all these emotions - I'm sorry." You lifted your head up and caressed the cheek you hit gently.

"It's okay beautiful angel, I got back and I will never, and listen good, never go back to her. You are a thousand, no a million times better than her. And I was dumb enough to not realize that when I made that stupid decision."

"You basically cheated on me, in front of me and that really hurt, I should still hate you, but I can't. So don't mess up ever again, okay?"

Bob stuck out his pinky, "Definitely yes, I will even pinky promise that to you." You intertwined your pinky with his. "I will work hard to call you mine again." He had finally gained confidence towards you again, the sweet blushy smile on his face showed it. "So this dress..." There was a slight hint at the tone of his voice.

"Seems it is working." A small mischievous smile appeared on your lips too.

"For me?"

"Don't push your luck too much Robby, I am going soft on you today. Only because you are injured. From tomorrow on, your making it up to me will start."

"Yes Ma'am, I will be at your service tomorrow," he did a little salute at you accompanied with his bright smile. "I love it when you call me Robby." His voice had lowered.

"As I said, going soft on you today. I had missed your company. Do, do you think we can be us again? Like before?"

Bob let his hand caress your cheek lovingly, you melted at his touch. This made you realize even more how much you had missed being together with him. His touch felt like coming home, it was warm and familiar, but good familiar.

"I know we will need time, let the wounds heal properly. And if you still want us back, I will not make you regret it. I still love you." You snuggled even closer to him, if that was even possible, almost colliding with the cast around his other arm.

"You mean that?" The look on your face was almost like an emoji, your eyes were big and your lower lash line was decorated with tears, happy tears

"Every single word beautiful angel. I will fight for you, I don't care how long it takes, but I need you in my life, you're the only one who makes me genuinely happy. I know it will all be worth the wait."

"Oh Robby." One of the tears on your lower lash line had now escaped down on your cheek. Bob quickly laid his free hand on your cheek and removed the tear with his thumb. Your hearts started to beat out of your chests. Neither was able to look away, your eyes were locked on each other as if magnets were attached. And it felt so intimate.

Your hand made it's way up to join Bob's one on your cheek. Giving in into the moment, your body moved itself forward, leaving just enough space not to crush his arm. That close, your lips were almost touching with Bob's. Before you let your mind get the chance to take over your heart you leaned and let your lips touch. You had missed the feeling of his lips against yours. Yes, you still remembered how the short kiss was before Bob left, this one just felt so different.

Bob also leaned in into the kiss and also let his heart speak up. Neither wanted this moment to stop, so you both didn't. Your lips were magically making love to each other. Not in an erotical way, in a way where your souls were speaking to each other, saying the loveliest and cheesiest words, at this moment real words would be calculated, thought through and maybe even swallowed back in due to hesitation. While the kiss, the kiss was coming from deep down, hidden underneath all the fear of the what ifs and insecurities. That feeling deep down was more than pure happiness, this moment was surrounded with an incredible sense of love and safety. Like it was saying "It's alright, let it all go, give in, let love in, it is really alright and yes it does exist." Was the history forgotten? For a moment yes, and the fact you could kiss Bob again like this and not overthink, made your heart a little lighter.

Bob was the first to let go of the kiss. His eyes immediately met yours, searching for anything in yours. Anything that would give him hope. And your soft smile gave him that.

"That was -"

"-wow." He finished your sentence.

"Yeah." Still a bit dazed from the kiss, you seated yourself again next to Bob with your head on his shoulder.

"I am going to fight so hard for you. I know it was the moment speaking, but it was a good reminder what I'm fighting for. I don't mind the battle, it will be all with it, beautiful angel."

"Thank you Robby, for understanding. And being here." Bob gained new energy, he knew you were probably going to make him sweat a bit, but he actually didn't mind. You wanted him back, and that was all what mattered, despite the upcoming 'obstacles' on the way.

The two of you stayed like that, staring at the glinstering waves under the moonlight.

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Master of Puppets

Summary : You meet someone who caught your attention the first time, and he was all you desired.

But what happens when that desire is taken for granted?

Pairings: Shuntaro Chishiya x Fem!reader

Chapter 1:

Running across the apartment complex sure was a workout. The loud screams of the people getting massacred was enough to give you that adrenaline rush that you needed. Even if you feel your limbs go numb you would not dare give up so quickly. Not sure where to run off to, you let your body naturally guide you to the top of the complex. As you reached the top, you see a figure at the very corner. It was that mysterious guy you saw at the entrance of the complex. His white hoodie stood out to you along with this his light hair peaking out of his hood. Instead of heading to his direction, you felt frozen in place. Your body would not move and all you could do was look at him. He locked eyes with you, startling you in your place. Like a deer in the headlights, good job Y/N.  Feeling your heart aggressively palpitating against your chest you couldn’t help but turn around and run. Why did you run away? He’s obviously not the tagger are you stupid? You don’t know why, but those few seconds of eye contact with him gave you an unexplained feeling. Your heart was beating more than it should and you feel your cheeks flushed. What the hell was that?

The round finished quicker than you expected as a few people found the safe room. Leaving the apartment complex you were glad that it was finally over. Your body was in need of a deep rest after all that fiasco. Deep in your thoughts you failed to realize the figure standing in front of you, and you feel your body hit against an object.

“Oh, Sorry I-” you look up and see the same guy with the white hoodie. Your mouth stopped and it was as if your brain just lost all function. He looks at you curiously, wondering how you were going to finish your sentence, but nothing was coming out.

“Be careful next time.” Was all he said as he walked away.

And this was the first time you have met him.

****

The Beach was definitely not something you expected. Literally, you thought it was an actual beach, not a resort with people partying all the time. You had to admit, it was nice seeing everyone enjoying their time. It lets them know that even though it might be their last time here,  they should enjoy their days to the fullest. 

Walking around the bar you saw people dancing like there’s no tomorrow, people drunk off their asses and makeout sessions happening left and right. Seeing the people around you having fun made you want to get that same satisfaction. You grabbed a bottle of liquor from the counter and started to drink. The burning sensation immediately hit your throat. Taking few extra sips you walked to the dance floor and started to dance. You weren’t the best dancer but who cares? It’s not like anybody here is going to judge you based on how well you could dance. Several minutes go by and you feel the effects of the alcohol hitting you. Instead of continuing to dance you make your way to the pool lounge and jump right into the pool and screamed right before you hit the water. Laughter escaped your lips, particularly for no reason at all. You were definitely tipsy at this point. Swimming around the pool felt therapeutic, it was as if the water was giving you one giant hug that you didn’t want to get out of. Looking up, you see people laying down on their lounge chairs talking amongst each other. Observing everyone in the room, your eyes lock in to a particular person. One that seemed oddly familiar to you. He was leaning against the fence just looking at you, amused. Where have I seen him? Several seconds of eye contact go by and you remember. The guy from the five of spades game. You feel your heart do a somersault, your cheeks flaring up and limbs go numb. The alcohol really is hitting me harder this time then ever before. Breaking the eye contact, you swim to the other side of the pool to get off. When you look back, he was no longer there. Was I hallucinating? I had to be. 

When you made it to your room one big jump to your bed was all it took for you to completely knock out.

And maybe, that was the second time that you have seen him. 

****

The game was inside an abandoned cafe. A bell chimes when you open the door, grabbing the attention of the man and a woman already inside. In front of you was a table with two phones. Being the third one there, you picked it up to register for the game. Taking a closer look around the inside of the cafe, you noticed the old artworks plastered around the room. Despire the state of condition they are in, you couldn’t help but enjoy some of the work. One in particular that you enjoyed was the skeletal drawing of the face of a deer in black and white. You make your way closer to the painting, studying it. 

The bell chimes indicating that the last person has joined the game. You didn’t immediately turn around to see who it was, for whatever reason the artwork was very captivating to you. As the game was about to begin you turn around and see the same man once again. At this point you weren’t sure if its just a coincidence or if you’re going absolutely crazy. He didn’t notice you at first either. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Something in him told him he was being watched and as he looked up his eyes met yours. You quickly averted your eyes to one of the paintings against the wall. 

The game screen chimes, indicating that the game is about to begin. There are 4 participants and the difficulty is a three of hearts. Great. The game is called Spyfall. The rule for the game is to figure out who is the spy. The game ends when the spy is captured. 

Each person is seated at one of the large tables in the back of the cafe. There is one card faced down in each seat. There is a large distance among the person sitting in front of you and adjacent, to prevent any cheating. 

You pick up the card, hoping that you are not the spy. Looking at your card you see that the location is an Amusement park. You try not make it obvious that you aren’t spy, holding in the huge relief that has been carrying on you. If anything, this game specifically is more difficult for the spy because there is less people in the game.  Now, since you are obviously not the spy and the there is 4 participants total, meaning that there is at least a 33% chance that one of the other players is the spy. Attentiveness is important in this game, so the responses of the questions being asked are clues to what the role of the player could be. 

As everyone was asking each other questions and answering them, it was starting to get a bit difficult to figure out who the spy is. If anything, it seems as if they all are answering the questions unsuspiciously. The time was ticking and it was getting harder to think of other questions. 

“You seem a little nervous there aren’t you?” said the woman to you.

“What?”

“Well you keep fidgeting with your fingers and looking down, seems pretty suspicious of you. I mean, why would you be so nervous?”

You weren’t sure how to even respond to that. I mean you obviously know you aren’t the spy you have the card to prove it, but you can’t reveal that as it will give away the answer to the real spy, which is game over for you.

“Cat got your tongue?” she mocked. 

“I’m just taken aback with what you said, I mean what’s your proof?”

“You didn’t even answer my question. Why are you nervous?”

“I just naturally am. Is that a problem? I mean im not the spy.” At this point she was annoying the hell out of you and you wanted nothing more then to shut her up.

“Yeah that’s something the spy would say.” she rolled her eyes. “My vote is for her. She’s the spy i know it.”

You were in disbelief. It honestly didn’t even matter if you’re the actual spy or not in this game because if you are voted against then it’s game over for you. The game does not end until the real spy is captured or if the spy is the last one standing. 

You looked around to see what the other two men thought. The older man was silent, while the guy in the white hoodie had a smirk on his face, looking pretty amused at the cat fight that seems to have occurred.

“Well, I mean she is right. Your responses were one-worded and you were mostly quiet throughout the entire game. Everyone else here seemed to have talked more than you.” said the older man.

“See, it’s obvious.” barked the woman. 

“Im not the spy! How many times do I have to fucking tell you, and even if i do try to explain myself you’re just gonna dismiss my response as a lie.” you yelled. “Ask me more questions then and i will gladly answer whatever you guys throw at me.

The woman gave you a dirty look and the older man looked as if he was thinking of another question to ask you very specifically.

“Ok then, is this place somewhere you would enjoy being at?” asked the older man.

“Absolutely not,” you responded.

He looked at you confused.. “Oh, and why is that?”

“Because I will get sick.” and with that the older man seems to understand.

It gets quiet for a while until another voice begins to speak, “This game could’ve easily ended a while ago.” 

“See, everyone believes me!” said the woman. 

“Just because someone isn’t responding the way you want them to does not mean that they are the spy. Their responses were very straight forward.” explained the younger man.

The woman is startled, not knowing how to respond to that.

“And based on how you were responding specifically, you were too talkative. You kept trying to explain things when there was no need. It was starting to get annoying. At one point you slipped up on your answer and you didn’t even realize.” he chuckles. “Then you suddenly accuse her of being the spy. Seems like desperation isn’t it?”

You could see the woman’s face getting red, both of anger and embarrassment.

“You were getting desperate that you could not figure out what the exact location is, and in order to save yourself you thought diverting the attention to her would make you appear less suspicious, when in fact it only made you do the opposite.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was this guy really defending you? You are absolutely grateful for that but it was something you did not expect to come out of his mouth.

The older man seems to agree with what the younger man said as he nods in agreement. “Well I guess that concludes the game.” 

You all voted for the woman, and when she reveal her card she was in fact the spy. “I hate you all” was all she said before the laser immediately kills her. You look at the younger man who was now facing you. Feeling your tongue tied you had difficulty thanking the man that defended you, “T-t-thanks.” you said to him.

He gives you a smirk, “I wasn’t really trying to help you if that’s what you were thinking.”

“N-no not at all.” you look down, unsure on what else to say. He gets up to leave the building but you call him out before he could open the door. 

“Wait!” you yelled. He looks back at you, locking eyes with you with that same old smirk.

“What’s your name”

“Chishiya.” He turns around and walks out.

And this was the third time you have seen Chishiya, where it all began.  

[virtual-mythicality]

“i got lightheaded doing that.”

[x]

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Stable Girl — Chapter Five

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

chapter rating: E (18+ ONLY, 69 action, swallowing, minor injury, joel being a dirty talk legend, riding, creampie, fluff vibes)

word count: 5k

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Joel couldn’t help himself. He knew he had to be at the gates ready for patrol in an hour, but here he laid, Sunshine hugging him close on the couch, his sleepy eyes studying the way her eyelashes laid against her cheeks. He couldn’t help but to run a fingertip over her skin, tracing the way her brow bone connected to her cheekbone, the cheekbone to the jaw.

“Mmph,” she stirred awake with a stretch, eyes batting open until she focused on the warm body she was clung on to. Joel felt the heart he hardly remembered he still had in his chest palpitate when she gave him a sleepy grin, eyes closing for a few seconds before opening again more alert. “Morning, cowboy.”

“Good mornin’, baby.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, letting them linger there for a moment before pulling away.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She teased, her hand not following the script and snaking down his bare stomach to his heavy cock resting between their bodies. He let out a soft groan when she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him while peppering soft pecks all over his chest.

“How much trouble do you think I’ll get in if I’m late?” He asked huskily, his mind now only focused on one thing. She chuckled and bit her lip, pulling back to look into his eyes.

“There’s enough time for me to taste you,” she purred, sitting up and moving down the couch while Joel shifted onto his back. She smiled at him as she gripped his girth, tapping the thick head against her tongue a few times.

“Mm-mm, come here.” He protested and gestured at his face. “Take a seat, darlin. I wanna taste you while you taste me.”

Joel had truthfully never partaken in this position before. It always seemed too rushed to him, even in his younger years, even in the midst of survival. But right now he was on a time crunch, and though his cock ached to rest against her tongue, he also craved another taste of her—having become addicted to it after keeping her up all night with his tongue against her.

Sunshine flashed that smile of hers that made him feel so enveloped in softness, like a cactus wrapped in cashmere, and climbed off him to reposition herself onto his mouth, leaning over his body and gripping him again. Joel gripped her thighs to tug her down, his eager tongue burying inside of her wetness, the taste of last night’s romps making him moan against her. She circled her hips down against his tongue as she wrapped her lips around his girth, his cock twitching in her grasp already.

“So good,” he mumbled against her before sucking on her clit, a strangled moan vibrating against his cock at the action. She took him in deep, stroking what she couldn’t reach with her fist. He could finish at any point with her, so aroused by her mere presence, let alone her bedroom skill, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to do that together.

He lapped at her, a man starving as he sacrificed steady breathing just to get his fill. Sunshine rocked against him, guiding him a bit to what felt best, the two still learning each other’s bodies.

“This okay?” She pulled away from his cock, stroking the spit soaked girth with her hand. “You need more? Less? Faster? Slower?”

While he thoroughly enjoyed their knack for communication, he thought she was doing perfect before. With a chuckle, he sucked her clit harshly, a long, drawn out moan from Sunshine filling the room, her walls fluttering around nothing.

“You’re doin’ perfect, baby. Just keep goin,” he instructed, voice needy and thick with pleasure as she sucked him in again.

There were no more words as they chased their release, just sinful wet sounds and strangled, muffled cries of pleasure and tender, reassuring touches until they couldn’t take anymore of the build up.

She was the first to cum, her pussy fluttering against his mouth as he drank down all she had to offer, his hands sliding over her heated skin to guide her through it. Finding new motivation, she swallowed him deep, Joel only lasting a few more bobs before he was cumming deep into her throat, his mouth tearing away from her heat to let the animalistic groan caught in his chest out.

“Mmm,” she hummed as she continued to stroke him until he was soft, his lips pressing against her sensitive clit and inner thighs to thank her. Climbing off of him and resuming their position from earlier, she smiled against his chest, wrapping their blanket around them tighter as she cuddled into him again. “Wish you could stay in bed with me all day.”

“I know, darlin’. But Tommy’s gonna wring my neck if I don’t show up.” He pressed tender kisses to her forehead, his arms holding her close and never wanting to let go. “I’ll be home at four. You wanna come ov—

“Yes.” He chuckled at her eager interruption, shaking the two of them with his amusement. “Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Can you be extra safe out there today?” He smiled into the kiss he planted against the top of her head.

He never once assumed this would happen for him—not even when he was younger. He carried a deep longing for it, sure, but never did he expect that it would actually come true. Never once thought he’d have someone that worried about him—someone that wanted him to come home. There were needs in his heart, in his soul, that he never allowed himself to acknowledge until he met her. He craved this sort of care, craved being wanted.

It was clear as day when he was with her that every single feeling of wanting to be a lone-wolf all those years were simply lies to protect himself. He never stopped being the man capable of love that Sunshine insisted he was, he just locked him away to protect him, to leave him unscathed, in case someone like her came around and demanded him.

“I’ll be extra safe, darlin,” he swore to her, her head lifting to look into his eyes. With a soft smile, he pulled her into a kiss—nothing too heated, just enough to show her what she stirred in him. “Now, can you do somethin’ for me?”

“Anything.”

“Instead of going home to sleep all day like I know you will—” she chuckled at his accurate guess. “And then coming over at four, I’d like for you to skip the whole fight with your brother and just sleep in my bed. That way you’re the first thing I’ll come home to.”

“You wouldn’t mind that? Me being in your space?” He furrowed his brows in amused disbelief at her question, a shy chuckle leaving her lips at the obvious answer. “Okay, I can do that.”

“Good,” he smiled and pecked her lips once more before tapping her hip. “I gotta get up now, baby.”

“I know,” she frowned and climbed off the couch, stretching as she stood in the middle of the cold room, her body completely bare. Joel smiled at the sight for just a second before getting up himself, gathering his clothes from the night before and tugging them on while she did the same.

“I hope Ellie didn’t burn the house down.” He grumbled as he tugged on his jacket, suddenly realizing that he left the fate of his home to five teenage girls.

“I’m sure she only burned the living room down,” she joked, Joel letting out a laugh at that as he picked up his guitar with one hand and scooped up the pillows with his other arm, Sunshine draping his blanket around her shoulders. As they walked to the front door, they took a good look at each other and burst out into laughter at how obvious their all-night romp was. “I hope nobody’s up yet to see us do our slut-walk.”

“Let ‘em all see,” he smiled at her proudly, her bed head and blissed out grin proof of a job well done.

They walked down the street to his house, thankfully only down the block, but surely enough were greeted by the towns only elderly woman, Doris. Joel gave her a polite smile as they passed her home, seeing her eying them from her front porch. When she only shot them a judgmental stare in return, Sunshine started to chuckle to herself, Joel joining in while trying to shush her.

“Be quiet, darlin,” he chuckled through his warning, Sunshine now laughing out loud at the situation. “She ain’t seen somethin’ so scandalous since the Clinton impeachment.”

“Oh no! Am I Jackson’s Monica Lewinsky?” He snorted a laugh and bumped her shoulder with his as they turned to walk up to his front door.

“Course not,” he smiled at her as he reached for the doorknob. “I’d have to be married for that.”

“Ah, yes. So I’m a less scandalous Monica Lewinsky, then,” he nodded, making her laugh again as they walked inside the house.

The girls were all still asleep in the living room, Joel and Sunshine creeping quietly upstairs to his bedroom to unload the bedding they were carrying, Joel keeping his guitar on his back.

“Alright,” he hummed, pulling her in by her hips and planting a soft kiss to her lips. “I gotta go protect and serve and all that.”

“Be safe,” she pleaded, Joel nodding and giving her another kiss. “What does Ellie like to eat? Does she have any allergies or anything like that?”

He stared at her for a moment in awe, the simple question carrying more weight than she could ever know. Sunshine not only cared for him, but for everybody. That was something he was still working on.

“No, but she’s particular about her eggs. Only scrambled.” She nodded and gave him a smile. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She tilted her head at him, stroking over his jaw.

“For just bein’ you.” With a bashful eye roll, she pushed him back and giggled.

“Stop making me blush and go to work, cowboy.” He chuckled and leaned in for one more kiss.

“Yes, ma’am.”

•••

“So you and Joel are like fully together?” Ellie and her friends sat at the dinner table, working away at the late-lunch you whipped up for them.

“Yeah,” you chuckled in response, eating at the counter due to the lack of chairs.

“And he’s nice to you?” Dina asked in disbelief, making you laugh again.

“Yes? Joel’s a very nice man, I don’t know why you’re all so surprised.” You watched as they all gave you different looks of disbelief.

“Maybe because he was the town’s grouch before you came along,” Ellie chimed back in. “Yesterday I thought I saw him skipping. Joel Miller was skipping. Publicly.”

“I doubt that highly.” You finished the last of your water before scraping your plate clean. “What about you guys? Any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Crushes?”

“Dina has a crush on—“

“Shut up!” You watched as Dina tossed a piece of bread across the table.

“So what do you and Joel talk about? The normal shit? Country music and coffee?” Ellie asked again, seemingly trying to change the subject.

“We talk about a lot of stuff,” you shrugged. “Right now I’m still just trying to earn his trust a bit more and get him to open up at his own pace. I don’t feel the need to get it all out of him at once, ya know?”

“Can I ask you a question about…doing it?” You gasped at the change in subject coming from the most innocent of the group, Misty—the rest of the girls laughing and blushing.

“Uh, well you can certainly try, I guess. No promises on me being able to provide an answer.” You chuckle, suddenly feeling very maternal, these girls looking up to you for guidance—something you’d never been given the opportunity to do before.

“Is it as good as the boys make it out to be?”

“Well,” you laughed to yourself, tilting your head back and forth. “Not usually at first, but that’s why it’s really important to choose a good partner.”

“How do you know if they’re a good partner?” Dina chimed in.

“Well, are they someone you can openly talk to about this sort of stuff? Will they listen to you? Will they respect you if you told them no? Communication goes a long way.” The doorknob turned on the front door, your feet moving forward towards the entryway to greet Joel as he arrived two hours early. You stopped suddenly when you saw him limping, your heart sinking to your stomach as you rushed over to him. “Are you okay? I thought I told you to be safe today, cowboy?”

“I’m okay, just twisted my damn ankle,” he pressed a kiss onto your cheek before setting his guitar and backpack down. “Don’t worry about me, darlin.”

“Well, you can’t stop me from doing that, darlin.” You chuckled a bit, trying to mask your worry for him as you helped him upstairs, Joel insisting that he was fine the entire way up. “I don’t care if you say you’re fine, you’re limping.”

He didn’t argue anymore, allowing you to help carry some of his weight as the two of you hobbled over to his bedroom. You guided him to sit down on the bed before leaving, shutting the door behind so that he could peacefully change out of his work clothes while you fixed him up an ice-pack downstairs.

“Joel okay?” Ellie asked, her friends having started to migrate to her garage bedroom.

“Yeah, he said he twisted his ankle. Don’t know what happened yet.” You wrapped the plastic bag in a cloth to help avoid a burn while Ellie began to wash the dishes. “Where do you guys keep your medicine?”

“I think Joel keeps it in the bathroom cabinet.”

“Thanks, Ellie. And don’t worry about the dishes, go hang out with your friends, I’ve got them.” You insisted but she pretended not to hear you, a chuckle leaving your lips at how alike her and her guardian were.

Walking upstairs and into Joel’s room, you smiled at the sight of him laid in bed, his ankle propped up on a couple pillows.

“I’ll bring in one of the couch cushions,” you spoke softly as you approached him to put the ice pack on, his wince quickly turning back into a smile. When you stood up to walk back downstairs, he stopped you, grabbing you by the hip and tugging you down into his arms, a giggle escaping your lips. “You’re awfully spry for an injured man. Don’t you want me to go grab you some meds?”

“I just want to hold you for a second. Is that alright by you, boss?” He mumbled against your cheek as he nuzzled up to it.

Allowing him a minute or two of the cuddles he so sweetly asked for, you peeled his arms away and pecked his lips, smiling down at him.

“Let me go get the cushion and your medicine, and then I’ll come up and lay in here with you. Okay?” He nodded with a soft smile. “Are you hungry? I made lunch.”

“Oh, I’m hungry, but not for any food.” He eyed your form as you stood by the door, making your cheeks heat.

“Joel Miller, you’re injured!” You reminded but he only shrugged. “I tell you what, if you eat and take your medicine, I’ll see what we can do about your…hunger.”

“Sounds like a good deal to me.”

Securing the meds, a glass of water, and a plate of the food you’d whipped up for lunch, you carried them upstairs and ordered him to finish all of it before you walked back down to grab a couch cushion. Lugging it back upstairs, you swapped it out with the pillows that you’d eventually rest your head on, pleased to see that the medicine you gave him was already gone along with half of his water, the food being worked on.

“So what happened?” You asked as you stripped out of your clothes, climbing into bed in just your underwear and a t-shirt you stole from Joel’s closet.

“Callus got spooked, kicked me off, and I landed on my ankle wrong.” He spoke through chews, your head resting on your pillows as he remained sitting up to eat.

“Infected?”

“Yeah, but thankfully we had Tommy and a couple others out there to handle it while I laid on the ground cryin’ like a baby.” He chuckled, the plate now finished. He sat it down on the nightstand before laying back, his head tilting to the side to look over at you. You smiled when he reached a hand over, his finger tracing your jawline as he gazed at you. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

“What? In your shirt?” You asked with a giggle.

“In my bed.” Your breath hitched at the intention he cared in his eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing by using that tone. Your thighs squeezed together under the blankets as you scooted closer to him, your hand resting on his cheek as you leaned in for a kiss, working your lips against his slowly, just to tease him back. He moaned against you as your hand slid down to his bare chest, inching lower and lower with every stroke of your lips on his until you were palming him through his underwear. “Baby, I hope you aren’t thinkin’ about teasin’ me.”

“And what if I was?” You whispered against him, smiling into the kiss. Joel chuckled and pecked your lips before using his impressive strength to tug you onto his lap. You hummed at the feeling of his hardened cock beneath you, rolling your hips against him while you braced yourself on his chest, your head tipped back to relish in the pleasure.

“Seems like you want this as much as I do,” he husked, slipping his hands beneath the cotton of the t-shirt on your body, palming your breasts in his hands. “Don’t you, darlin?”

“Mmm,” you declined to answer, the idea of teasing him for a little bit longer making you soak through the cotton of your underwear.

“C’mon, baby. You don’t wanna ride me? Don’t want to use me?” He pinched both of your stiffened peaks just enough to make you moan, your eyes lowering to meet his.

He was smiling, seemingly enjoying the effect he had on you. You knew your plan of working him up was failing—he was just too good at this for you to ever think you could deny him. Leaning down, you licked a stripe from his chest to his neck, sucking a spot against his pulse, earning a growl as his hands lowered to your hips. He squeezed you down against him, forcing you to rock your hips harder, soft moans slipping from your lips.

“You’re doin’ good at stayin’ quiet for me,” he praised as you kissed your way up to his lips. “Didn’t even have to tell ya.”

“Joel,” you whimpered out against his lips as the head of his cock notched against your entrance through the layers of both of your underwear. “Take it out.”

“Take what out, baby?” He feigned cluelessness as he peppered your jawline with kisses. “You’re gonna have to tell me what you’re wantin’ so I can give it to ya.”

“W-want you to take your cock out,” you breathed out into his ear, your face now buried in the nook of his neck.

“Yeah? And what’re you gonna do with it, hm?” He was on a mission to get the filth sitting inside of your head out into the open, your bashfulness fading with every roll of your hips against his length.

“Wanna ride you,” you whimpered again, his cock notching again—this time surely on purpose. “Oh—gonna pull my panties to the side and slip it in. Gonna make you feel good, Joel.”

“Fuck,” he shivered at the thought of fucking you with your panties still on, his hand lowering between your bodies to tug himself out through the opening in his underwear. You hummed in delight as you lifted your body off his chest to watch him stroke himself beneath you, his fingers reaching to lift your chin up so that your eyes would meet his again. “You like watchin’ me fuck my hand, darlin?”

You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Wouldn’t you rather have it inside you?” He asked again, his tone almost rhetorical. Without letting you answer, he let go of his cock, his other hand tilting your head back down to force you to watch what he was doing. You licked your lips as he slipped a finger into the fabric of your panties, tugging them to the side to unveil your slick heat. “Look at that,”

“Joel,” you begged, a chuckle falling from his lips at the sound as he ran his finger up and down your slick before rubbing it over the head of his cock.

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off it, darlin’. You hear me?” You nodded and kept your eyes locked on his cock as he lined it up with your entrance, your body shuddering at the satisfaction of swallowing him into your heat. Joel let out a whimpered sigh once you were sat flush against the curls at the base of his cock, his eyes locked on your face. “You feel so good on me like this, baby.”

You clenched around him at the sound of his moan wrapping around his words as he spoke them, your hips starting to rock back and forth on him, starting out slow but soon finding a desperate speed, your hands pressed against his chest digging into his skin.

He moaned out in pleasure, smacking the flesh of both cheeks and gripping them in his palms. You watched yourself drip down onto him with arousal, the hair at the base of him now wet against your clit as you rubbed it down against him.

“So fuckin’ good like this, baby. Shit—so tight.” He was being too loud, both of you knew that, but neither of you could seem to care about anything other than the near-violent rock of your hips and the painfully-euphoric feeling that built inside of you at the stroke of his cock against your g-spot.

“Joel, I’m gonna cum like this,” you warned through a whine, surprising even yourself at the sound of desperation in your voice. He let out a shivered groan at the sound, slapping his hands down onto your ass again to urge you on, your climax hitting in response to the pain. You continued rocking against him, but now slower and with a stutter in your motions. Your eyes were squeezed shut, jaw slack, fingers making marks in the skin of his chest but he didn’t seem to mind. With a few upwards thrusts, he held you flush against his lap, cumming with you. You were just coming down from your high when you felt him twitch deep inside of your heat, your walls fluttering as an aftershock of bliss washed over you. “Jesus,” you sighed out as your eyes opened to take him in, his skin flushed and a slight sheen of sweat covering it. “That was incredible.”

•••

She looked like a goddess from where he laid his head on his pillow. Her skin was glistening from the workout she just had, using him and working his cock at the pace she wanted until they both were seeing stars.

He nodded in response to her question and lifted his hand up, cupping her cheek and stroking his thumb over it in a clear display of reverence. The delicacy in his touch earned him a soft hum, her hands soothing over the marks on his chest.

“I hurt you,” she pouted, but Joel was quick to shake his head, lifting one hand at a time to his lips and kissing her palm to absolve her of their minor transgressions. “You’re telling me it didn’t hurt?”

“I’m tellin’ you I liked it.” He assured, tugged her down against his chest gently. She smiled as she lowered her face to his, stroking his hair back before she placed a featherlight kiss against him, once, twice, before he was deepening it.

A knock on the door interrupted what was surely going to turn into round two.

“Hey, it’s Tommy.” He groaned at the sound of his brother on the other side of the door, Sunshine chuckling as she pulled off of him. He watched her fix her now drenched panties before tugging on a pair of his flannel pajama pants and walking over to the door. Joel adjusted himself in his boxers and pulled the blanket back up before she opened the door, Tommy giving them both an amused smirk at their flushed faces. “Oh, didn’t realize Sunshine had already come over to nurse you back to health.”

Tommy shot his brother a knowing look, Joel blushing and rolling his eyes while Sunshine walked past Tommy and down the hall, the bathroom door opening and closing behind her.

“You’re the worst cockblock in the damn world, Tommy.” Joel playfully scolded as he sat up a bit, gulping down what was left in his glass of water.

“Well from the sound of it downstairs, it seems like you already succeeded.” Joel flushed at his joke and shot him am embarrassed glare. “Y’all are lucky it was me down there and not Ellie. Would’a traumatized the poor kid. I’m traumatized and I’m a grown man.”

He rolled his eyes at his little brother’s teasing. “What are you here for?”

“To check up on you! Damn, didn’t know I needed a reason to come visit my injured brother,” he chuckled and walked further in to the room. Gesturing at a spot on the edge of the bed before sitting. “Nothin’ happened here right? This spot is clean?”

“Shut up.” Joel chuckled and nodded at him.

“So…how was it?”

“Tommy.” Joel warned but he couldn’t help but grin.

“Fine, fine. You like your privacy.” He raised his hands in defense before looking back at him. “Sounded like you were havin’ a ball. My ears will never let me forget it. Gonna haunt me til my dyin’ day.”

“I like her a lot, Tommy.” He interrupted his brother’s joking to confess something genuine, his brother’s smirk turning into a genuine smile, his head nodding. “Only been a week but I can’t believe I went my entire life without knowing her.”

“The sex is that good?” He asked, almost impressed.

“It’s ain’t about that, it’s…the way we could sit and talk for hours and I’ll never get bored. Have you ever known me to sit and talk for hours with any damn body?” He chuckled at his own point. “She surprised me last night with decoratin’ our table, she came back here this mornin’ and spent time with Ellie, made her and her friends lunch. Hell, as soon as she saw me hurt she dropped everything to help me even when I was bein’ a stubborn ass. It’s so much more than sex.”

“I’m happy for ya, brother. I’ve never seen you like this, not even back in the day. It’s a nice thing to witness.” Tommy pat his leg lovingly but Joel groaned in pain, Tommy covering his mouth and standing up, suddenly reminding Joel of their younger years.

“What happened?” Sunshine came walking back into the room with a smile, confusing Joel with her concerned tone but amused grin.

“I accidentally slapped his bad ankle.” Tommy confessed, Sunshine resting one hand on her hip, the smile now gone and a flat line of disapproval in place.

“Come on, you’ve lost your nurse privileges. Can’t go around hitting patients.” Joel heard her scolding his brother jokingly as she walked him downstairs, retuning a couple moments later with a shake of her head, that smile returning.

“What are you so tickled about?” He asked in a chuckle as she came over to check out the sprain, the ice in the pack having already melted from the heat of the inflamed muscle.

“Nothing—do you want me to go down to the med supply and see if they have anything I can wrap this up in. Maybe a boot?” He felt his heart itch with affection as she offered to help tend to him even further than she already had.

“No, I’m alright. If it’s still bad in the mornin’ we can go. I just want you to come over here and lay with me for tonight.” She smiled tenderly and nodded, crawling up the bed until she was laying into his side, her head on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around her.

“Do you think he knew we were fucking?” Joel couldn’t help but let out a real laugh at her question, a soft chuckle rumbling from her at the sight.

“Darlin’ do you see me?” He pointed at the hickey on his neck and claw marks on his chest then at his sex hair and flush. “You wrecked me, baby. Of course he knew.”

She chuckled and bit her lip laying her head back down onto his chest with a satisfied hum.

“Want me to wreck you again?” Joel grinned ear to ear, his eyes leaving the ceiling to look down at her devilish grin and eyebrow raise.

“Well, looks like I know what I’m doin’ for the rest of the night.”

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[dilf-whore]

thunderstruck

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

genre: fluff

summary: you and Eddie watch your kids’ talent show

A/N: i had this idea for a long time now, I just really love dad!eddie lol. let me know your thoughts on this fic💙

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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“Honey, we’re the only ones here” you whisper at your husband as you both enter the school’s theater. “It’s alright. Come on!” He says, dragging you into the front row and sit down, you bring out your camera and Eddie settles the folded, obnoxiously big banner on his lap he made that says: Go my little rockstars! 

It was Roxy’s and her little brother Ozzy’s talent show today and their dad was just too excited so you both arrive an hour early. Your kids are two years apart, both in middle school and they will be performing as a duo: Roxy in the guitar and main vocalist, Ozzie in drums and sub vocalist. They both got really into music when they started fondling over your old drum set and Eddie’s guitar when they were younger. When Eddie saw them, he squealed in delight and immediately told you to start teaching the kids. They were fast learners and soon you all started to have jamming sessions together, Eddie even calls your family band The Virtuosic Munsons.

After an hour and a half, the theater was already filled by parents and school faculty. Layla Higgins who took after her father and became principal of Hawkins middle school, goes into the center stage and gives a brief message to the audience. Eddie nudges your elbow and you lean closer, “she sounds exactly like her father” you cover your mouth as you try to suppress your laughter, remembering the fake annoying voice Principal Higgins would use whenever he’d talk in front of the parents back when you were still in high school. His reaction when Eddie gave him the finger during graduation was still engraved in your mind. Your eyes suddenly land on the familiar figure in the corner, “look he’s actually here” you whisper to Eddie, spotting your former principal now all old and wrinkly sitting at the corner together with some of the teachers. 

“Now for our last performer, give it up for Roxy and Ozzy Munson!” 

You turn on the camera and Eddie lifts up the banner as you both jump and scream on your seats in excitement, “Whoooo, let’s go!” he cheers as your kids go on stage. They were wearing some things that belonged from you and Eddie: your daughter was wearing your leather jacket and one of her dad’s ring as the pendant of her necklace, your son wearing his dad’s denim vest and your drumstick in his hands. You were very touched as you remember them saying how they feel safe whenever they have something you and Eddie own. 

Roxy stands beside her brother and they look at you nervously, you give them a thumbs up and blow them a kiss. “You can do it” you mouth. She lets out a shaky breath and starts the first riff of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck, you and Eddie already start to get crazy - your husband aggressively lifting the banner up and down. 

“Thunder!” the two starts to chant, their small adorable voices making your heart flutter. They just sound so angelic over a badass metal song and it was so cute. You and Eddie start to palpitate, adrenaline taking over as you anticipate for the first verse to start. “I was caught, In the middle of a railroad track” your daughter sings, your husband already kicking his feet - he’s just so ecstatic. 

“I looked 'round, and I knew there was no turning back” she continues, sassily waving her pointer finger as she starts to gain confidence. 

The chorus comes and Ozzy’s has already loosen up, moving his head along the beat he plays. The song continues and you look around, the audience were bouncing their legs, tapping their fingers, impressed smiles on their faces. 

Eddie’s arms were exhausted, but he didn't put the banner down even once. He felt all warm and fuzzy inside, seeing his beautiful kids in front of the stage and playing their hearts out. He really couldn't hold it any longer - he can’t stay seated anymore, “fuck it” he says to himself. He grabs your arm and pull you as he stands up, you didn't protest and follow him. You don’t even care if you’re blocking the people behind you, all you care about is showing your kids your support. 

“You’ve been, thunderstruck!” you and Eddie start to sing along with your kids, jumping up and down as if you were at a concert. 

Your former principal sees you both and shakes his head, it’s what he used to do whenever he sees you and Eddie get in trouble but instead of looking disappointed, he now has a small smile on his face. Still the same Y/N and Eddie he thought.

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The talent show finally comes to an end and you meet your kids outside, you all go into a group hug and pepper them with kisses. “Mom, people are looking” Ozzy whines. Eddie takes their things and slightly crouch down to meet their eyes, “we’re so proud of you both”. “We love you” you add. You and Eddie are indeed proud of them, they worked really hard and took time to learn the song. They were so good, they even managed to make the audience lively and clap along the beat from time to time. 

“Well, we won’t be this amazing if we didn't have such talented parents. Thanks for teaching us by the way” your daughter says, putting an arm around her little brother.

You hold on to Eddie’s hand as you all head back to your car. You fasten your seatbelts and Eddie starts the engine, Master of Puppets starts blasting through the stereo. “Do you think we can play this song like you and Mommy?” Ozzy asks.

“I know you can” he replies as he drives, bringing your kids to their favorite: McDonald’s.

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[ameliasbitvh]

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆; 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

a/n: this is my first time writing a fucking foursome- why am I writing this when I’ve never even written a threesome? idk, so if it doesn’t make sense at some point that’s why!! also credit to dani and orion helping me with some of this!!

summary: reader is aching and Remus and Sirius find out what that aching is, which gets reader and James in trouble.

wc: 2.4k

warning(s): dumbification, pet names, degrading, praising, orgasm denial, humiliation kink, daddy kink, edging, cnc (??)!!

reblogs are appreciated!!

NAVIGATION

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Your back was pressed against Remus's knees, his hands petting your hair. Sirius was sat on his bed, hands fiddling with his records- looking for a muggle song to play, he was quite bored, despite the fact that you and Remus were there. And James was nowhere to be found at the moment, it was like he vanished.

“Where’s Jamsie?” You pouted, eyes focused on the floor- your hair gently falling off your shoulders.

Remus’s hands wrapped around your chin, lifting your head up. “He’ll be here soon, bun.” He assured, placing a peck on your lips- soon pulling away giving you a bright smile.

Sirius took a glance at you both and felt the sudden need to be near the two of you- he felt left out watching you two, while he sulked in his boredom. So he transferred from his bed to his desired destination.

“What’s wrong, love?” Sirius asked shortly as he arrived,

“I miss Jamsie, where is he?” you complained, shoving your face into Remus’s knees, his hands flew to your hair, petting it.

“Doll, what did I just tell you? He’ll be here soon.” Remus reassured, trying to soothe you.

“B-but, ‘m tummy aches and only he knows how to fix it.” you whined.

“Y’tummy aches?” Sirius cooed, his cool and calloused hand rubbing your aching stomach.

But was that really what was aching?

“Yes,” you confessed.

Remus took your ‘aching stomach’ act- but Sirius sure didn’t.

“Tell me bunny, how is Jamsie the only one who can fix your aching tummy?” Sirius interrogated you.

Your cheeks flushed as your mind raced to find an answer either than James eating you out or letting you ride his cock. Your heart pumped with such force- if they knew they’d punish you and James for breaking the rules.

“W-well, he just helps me feel better.” You confessed but also lied. He did help you with your aching- just not that kind.

“And where is your aching- how does he help you feel better?” Remus questioned, his hands traveling down to your stomach, meeting with Sirius’s hands.

They both massaged your stomach- but what you couldn’t help notice was that Sirius’s hands were traveling lower and lower. Your breath was caught in between your throat and the aching in between your thighs increased.

“Tell us darling, where are you aching?” Remus commanded into your ear, his hands working down to the waistband of your skirt. A shiver went down your spine feeling his hot breath against your skin- your heart was palpitating, you could hear it ringing in your ears.

“Right there,” you confirmed, feeling both his and Sirus’s hands reach lower and lower.

“Are you sure it’s not, right here?” Sirius questioned, his hand immediately moving to your core, pressing up against it.

He didn’t fall for your act, he knew how much of a fucking needy brat you were. You always were so selfish, yet giving. You gave James pleasure and in return he gave you pleasure.

Merlin, the feeling of Sirius’ hand against your cunt gave you some sort of relief, his eyes dark brown- almost black met yours.

They were clouded, clouded in his explicit thoughts on how he and Remus were going to punish you and James. They raced anticipating and deciding his very own next move.

A moan executed smoothly from your lips, “I-”

You didn’t have the confidence to muster up a response, so you gave him those sweet doe- eyes that were sure to redeem you.

But his stare on you only overcasted in a strict manner- then suddenly softened, innocently.

He was up to something.

His digits against your core moved in figure eights, his rings hitting your clit and Remus’s hands relocated to your inner thighs, softly caressing them.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you let the two boys take care of you.

“Does this feel good, princess?” Sirius cooed.

“Mhm, s’good daddy.” You moaned.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and let us take care of you, doll.” Remus said.

“Okay, daddy- I want you and Siri to take care of me right now.”

“Tut, tut, tut, don’t be such a greedy pup.” He scolded you.

“‘M sorry, daddy but it’s hard not to when ‘m aching so bad.” you whimpered, hips bucking up against Sirius’s hand. He grabbed a hold of your hips and grounded your ass to the soft carpet underneath. “Stop moving, bun.” he commanded.

You complied, keeping your lower half still and no longer thrusting your hips up like the pathetic whore you are.

Both boys looked at you in your defenseless state, all they needed to do was talk and barely caress their skin against yours to get you so needy and worked up for their cocks.

Such a fucking cockslut.

Remus let his hands roam to your shirt, slowly unbuttoning it one by one and Sirius’s digits worked on teasing your clit. Remus’s hands immediately groping your breast, playing and tweaking at your nipples. Goosebumps decorated your skin from the feeling- it was enticing and this was only the beginning.

Sirius’ digits rubbed against your underwear- adding onto the pleasure, making you grow wetter as the time flew by.

Small gasps caved their way out of your mouth and moans followed after.

“So wet for us pup and such a good girl, hmm? S’not like you and Prongs broke any rules, right angel?” Remus interrogated.

Your mind was fuzzy and in a haze- but your heart stopped the moment you heard him say that, yet you became more aroused at the thought of being punished.

You deserved it, you were a bad girl and broke the rules with James. You bit your lip, trying to contain yourself from spilling the committed ‘crime’ you had done.

But the more Remus tweaked and Sirius rubbed, the secret was thus to fall from your lips.

Finally they were done dealing with your hesitant contribution for the answer, Sirius slid your underwear to the side and two of his digits dove into your wet and hot cunt. The restricted and untold you were hoping to keep between you and James was revealed.

“No, I wasn’t a good girl f’you both daddy- I broke a rule with Jamsie, ‘m sorry!” you cried, confessing to the two boys.

Their actions slowed down a bit- they looked at you as if they had no clue you did so, (but they knew) like you were their innocent little girl, their gaze burned into you.

Suddenly the door opened, revealing James Potter, “Hi-”

Your body instantaneously shot up from Remus’s knees and you gasped, “Jamsie!” your tits moving with you from your sudden thrust up.

His eyes glued to them and his pants tightened.

“Prongs, nice of you to join us. Y/n/n was wondering where ya went, because her tummy’s been aching and supposedly only you can help her.” Remus smirked and patted the spot beside him.

Oh James knew what the aching meant- you and him were in for it tonight.

You and James have been helping each other out- breaking the rules, but Jamesie couldn't help how needy he was to taste his mommy when she wore such pretty skirts and that he wanted them to be on top of him as you rode his face. You just looked so sweet, that he wanted to taste you, and greedily. Now came the consequences of tasting the forbidden fruit.

James gulped audibly loud and took a seat on the bed, “Strip.” Sirius commanded.

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All of you were naked- bare and exposed to each other, yet you and James were the most vulnerable. You were laid across the lap of Remus as he smacked your ass, praising but degrading you. “Doing so good, pup. Taking all of this like a good girl,” James sat in a chair, his wrist restrained being tied to the arm rest. Sirius took his time teasing him, achieving whimpers and pleas from James asking for forgiveness- just so he could cum.

“Lemme ask you somethin’, pup. How many days did you and Prongs fuck each other like needy brats?”

You stayed quiet.

Smack

His palm collided with your ass once again, and a cry evacuated its way out of your mouth.

“Spit it out, like a good girl,”

“A week,” you trembled.

“Well would you look at that, you and Jamsie have been helping each other, like greedy bitches, for a whole week.” Remus mocked, catching the attention of Sirius.

“A whole week, seven days. you know what that means.” Sirius smirked.

Yes you did know.

You and James were going to cum seven times tonight.

“So fucking desperate to cum, hmm? Oh we’ll make you cum.”

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First orgasm

Sirius thrusted into your cunt from behind, his hands gripping your hips at a bruising strength- his cock buried deep inside you.

“Siri- feels too good, gonna cum f’you!” You exclaimed breathlessly, hoping to be heard- except it was muffled from your mouth being full of Remus’s cock.

Remus stroked James cock, as you sucked him off. James legs trembled with each stroke, whimpers falling from his lips from being pushed to the edge, yet never falling.

There was a change of plans- as always, Remus and Sirius were always unpredictable. Just like rolling a dice, you could hope for your desired outcome, but thus far, you’d get the unexpected. The change of plans in question, were that James couldn’t cum and you had to cum seven times to make up for your actions.

James struggled to restrain himself, seeing you getting fucked by Sirius and sucking Remus off only aroused him, making his hard become torturous. His erection ached, and was practically begging to be abused- overstimulated. Which it was, but not in the way he wanted to. He wanted to cum and cum hard.

You and James both knew that you guys deserved this punishment. You both were being greedy and just couldnt wait to be fucked like the dumb pups you are.

The knot in your stomach twisted tighter and tighter with each rough roll of Sirius’ hips against your ass. His hands working on your clit, cold rings digging against it- your orgasm was nearing.

Remus thrust his hips against your face, making you gag and more tears spill from your eyes.

“C’mon doll, keep taking us.” Remus groaned, his high reaching him. His cum soon followed decorating the inside of your mouth, “Swallow, angel.” he commanded, his thrust taking a halt. You swallowed like the good girl you are, earning praise from him, as your body moved back and forth- legs shaking as Sirius continuously slammed into you.

Your core throbbed, and begged for release.

“Can I cum?” You breathlessly moaned.

“Cum f’us doll.” Sirius demanded.

You cried in pleasure releasing all over sirius’ cock.

Fourth orgasm

“Look at you, so dumb f’me. A dumb and stupid lil pup,” Remus mocked, his head tilting to the side as he thrusted into you. Your back was against the mattress, he continuously fucked you into.

“S’all f’you though daddy!” You moaned, eyes rolling back. James was laid on his bed as Sirius stroked his cock, making him squirm around.

“Be a good boy, please Jamsie, f’mommy.” You pleaded James from across the room as you were getting your brain fucked out.

“B-but mommy, can’t take it no more— needa cum!” He whined, making Sirius smirk at the punishment that you both were to face if James were to cum.

“No jamsie, dont!” You cried, your legs quivering.

And the he did it. He fucking came.

All actions took a halt at the new found information. “Spoiled bitch couldn’t take it any more, could you prongs?” Sirius laughed.

“N-no, daddy.”

As that happened on the other side of the room Remus continued to fuck you with no mercy.

His cock slid in and out of you, rough rolls of his hips making you move forth with him and the headboard slam against the wall. You were brain dead, laid there all pretty f’him. A perfect fuck doll for him to use whenever he wanted. Whenever they wanted. Because let’s be honest, you and James were the subs while Remus and Sirius were the doms, completely destroying the two of your pretty little holes.

“Fuck doll, y’pretty pussy feels so good around m’cock.” He growled, his head falling into the crane of your neck, your arms immediately wrapped around his neck. Your legs wrapped around his torso, his cock penetrating you at a different angle putting you in a complete bliss state.

The knot in your stomach returned again for the fourth time. “M’ gonna cum again Remmy!” Every hold you had on him tightened.

“Cum doll, all over m’cock like the greedy bitch you are.” You complied at his request and let go, it was euphoric your world was spiraling in the best way possible.

Seventh orgasm

“Can’t take it no more— feels too good and m’ too sensitive!” You cried, your legs jerking up as Remus and Sirius both played with your cunt. Tears spilled from your eyes.

“C’mon doll, just one more time f’us. Don’t you want to be a good girl?” Remus cooed, his hands rubbing at your sensitive clit.

“Jamsie c’mere, do you wanna help your mommy feel good?” Sirius queried, his lips ghosting over your inner thigh, making you shiver.

“Yes, I do— but mommy said she can’t take it no more.” James frowned.

“Jamsie, m’ okay with it.” You smiled.

-

Soon all three boys worked around you, Remus tweaking and toying at your tits, Sirius’ hands roaming your body and James eating you out.

You were laid against Remus’s chest and each flick of James tongue against your sensitive clit only drove you closer to your next mind blowing orgasm. You could barely keep your eyes open as these boys played with you, like their favorite toy.

His tongue fucked you, going in and out of your right hole, his tongue didn’t miss one fold. His nose hitting your clit right where you needed it. Remus pinching your nipples, making you squirm in place as Sirius pinned your body down, holding you still.

“Remember you deserve this doll, you and Jamsie. This’ll remind you two to not misbehave again.” Remus cooed from behind you.

“No misbehaving,” you whimpered, releasing for the last time tonight. You cried against him, eyes shut, and thighs clenching around James’ face, holding him in between you.

“That’s right doll, no misbehaving.”

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[midnightdevotion]

Why are you jealous?

Prompt: 17, "whose shirt are you wearing?

Pairing: Bradley "rooster" Bradshaw x reader *callsign sunshine*

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Warnings: jealousy? fluff and some arguing

a/n: Hello! this took longer than expected but I think it turned out good. so worth the wait hopefully,

It had quite possibly been the most excruciating week of your life. All week you had been out of wack, constantly tripping, spilling, and even running into things. To be fair, it wasn't your fault. Or at least that's what you were going to tell yourself even though it 100% is on you and your dumb little brain.

Everyone on the team has noticed your clumsiness spike, and bob, being the very observant person he is, noticed that it only happens when a certain sandy brown-haired pilot is in the room.

At first, he thought maybe it was just because he startled you, and that's why you dropped your helmet on your foot Monday, because yeah rooster did kind of sneak up on you that day. By sneak up, he means that rooster walked up to you and said hey but your back was turned.

But then on Tuesday, he saw you hit your head on the wing of your plane when rooster walked out onto the tarmac. Or later that same day when you were drinking water and dropped your glass when rooster threw his head back laughing. Which you then captured everyone's attention undeniably making you more flustered as you turned promptly to end up ramming your hip into the counter.

This went on the entire week. Your body feels sore and bruised, not from the intense training you were undergoing. You'd gladly take 200 push-ups compared to how your body feels right now.

It's now Friday night, and you're one of the first pilots off base and at the hard deck. Begging penny to just poor you something strong that doesn't taste like jet fuel. She laughs but you can tell there's some worry behind her eyes as she glances down at the cut on your arm. She slides over your glass, "sorry hon, something strong doesn't come without the jet fuel taste."

"it was worth asking" you shrug taking the shot she gave you, making a face when you find out its tequila.

"Alright hon, I'll get you another on the condition you tell me why you are looking like hell" Penny's already pouring the next one, knowing you're gonna confide in her. You let out a deep sigh, taking that shot too before opening up.

"oh pens, I am an absolute mess." you pause, Looking back you know you've had a massive crush on rooster for ages, but you weren't consciously aware of it until you heard phoenix pressuring him to ask some girl out. "every time he walks into the room it's like I forget how to be human." you groan gesturing for another shot.

"Like how did I act normal around him before without realizing the butterflies and the heart palpitations, and how do I suddenly forget how to breathe every time I see him? That's insane, right? I've gone insane. " Penny laughs, and you wish you could be as absolutely smooth and charming as her, she never stumbled on her words with maverick. Always the perfect picture of confident and witty.

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Rooster on the other hand was confused because he thought you two were really good friends, he even thought you maybe liked him back, but this whole week you've been avoiding him like the plague. Every time he walked into a room you high-tailed it out as fast as possible like the room caught fire.

He wanted to ask you out, in fact, he was planning on doing it this week. Today even, because he knew Friday night tradition was the team going to the hard deck, and he wanted to ask you out of the beach when you two inevitably snuck away for your Friday night walks together.

Phoenix has been encouraging him to ask you out for months, and now when he's finally gonna do it you are acting strange? The only logical jump for his mind is to think you don't like him and definitely don't want him to ask you out.

He pulls into the parking lot, groaning as he gets out. Remembering Phoenix's words he rubs his hands on his jeans. "You can do this Bradshaw. You'd rather ask and be rejected than never know what could've been" and with that, he makes his way in.

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It's like your body senses when Bradley walks into the bar, and of course, because you can't seem to get your shit together, you spill what should've been a very yummy cocktail, down the front of your shirt. Now you would've been fine and rocked the stain all night like you basically have been all week, but you wore white. Why did you wear white?? You've been falling apart all week and you chose to wear white? Cursing yourself in your head you move to get up and rush to the bathroom, but on your way there you bump into a very smug hangman.

"Sweetheart, there are easier ways you could've seduced me" he smirks at you. Groaning you try to cover up as much as you can, hating past you for choosing a black bra and white top combo.

"Hangman you and I both know I wouldn't stain a shirt for you" He laughs and shakes his head, because yeah you've been acting weird this week but at least you haven't been weird with him. He'll never admit it but you are definitely his best friend.

"C'mon sweetheart I have a spare shirt in my car." He leads the way out of his jeep, covering you from prying eyes as much as his towering figure can. Sighing in relief when you get to his jeep, he hands you a t-shirt with his old college on it.

"I want this back" he grins at you and you can't stop the scoff coming from your lips. "when have I ever stolen your clothes hangman"

"you haven't, yet sunshine" you laugh at his yet, shoving his shoulder as you make your way, no longer red-stained, back into the hard deck.

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You might no longer have a red stain, but Rooster sure is seeing red. You were walking your way back to the bar to re order the cocktail that ended up being a stain, when you heard rooster.

"Whose shirt are you wearing" You turned to see a very angry-looking rooster. In all the time you've known rooster, sure you've seen him angry but never towards you. Shocked by this you froze, and honestly, you would've froze anyway because he's so gorgeous and he's standing so close, and oh god have his eyes always been this mesmerizing?

"I uh-" you wanted to tell him what happened but your pathetic attempt gets cut off.

"It's mine Bradshaw, Problem?" you groan because there's no way this is going to end well. You watch as Bradley's jaw clutches, fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

"Yeah, there's a problem Seresin. Why the fuck is y/n wearing your shirt." it wasn't a question so much as a demand.

"A gentleman never tells rooster" You knew jake would say something sexual and snarky, of course, he would, it's jake.

"Rooster-" you tried to interject, confused as to what was happening in the first place.

"You fucking asshole! You know I'm like in love with y/n and yet you made a move anyway?" He pushes jake, and you froze, processing his words before he turned to you.

"This why you've been avoiding me?! Didn't wanna own up to not having feelings for me and instead letting me find out your fucking seresin like this? classy." He has never looked so angry before. You feel the sting of his words and before you can will yourself not too, your eyes tear up. Rooster, however, turned back to jake and not wasting a second before scoffing and storming out of the bar.

It took you about five seconds and a nudge from jake to boost into high gear and out you went running after him. It doesn't take long to find him, he's walking towards his car and you go running.

"Rooster stop!" and by some luck he does but he keeps his back to you, and that hurts.

"I-I am not sleeping with jake"

"You dont sound so sure there" There's a harshness to his tone you've never heard directed to you before.

"Bradley, I spilled my drink on my shirt, and jake-" he scoffs at the use of Jakes's name but you continue anyway

"He lent me a shirt because mine went see-through." your voice couldn't have been higher than a whisper, but you know he heard you because he turned his head slightly as if saying continue.

"I... I was avoiding you because every time I see you or hear you laugh I forget how to breathe or speak or really function as a human being." He tenses and turns around, you can see the apprehension in his eyes.

"Did you-- did you mean what you said in there?" you asked, looking towards the bar because if you look at him you might die.

"Every word" his murmured reply comes and it honestly makes your heart stop. You would've seen him coming had you not still been looking anywhere but him. You feel his fingers on your chin, gasping as he turns your head to look at him.

"y/n Sunshine, I've been in love with you since I met you. The reason I convinced you to have your call sign be sunshine is that you are mine. Every time I see you the world is brighter, it could be the rainiest day but if I get to see you and that smile then every single thing is worth it. Can I take you out tomorrow" he rubs your cheek with his thumb, spewing out all the words you could only imagine hearing in a dream.

"Rooster you idiot why didn't you ask me out sooner. Of course, I will go out with you." He's grinning at your answer, picking you up and spinning you around you almost laugh but you don't have time as he places the softest kiss against your lips. Startled you melt against him, because how is he real? He pulls away way to fast and you want to pull him right back in but he's always been a cheeky fucker.

"let me take you to dinner first" he winks at you but not even two seconds later- "gonna need you to take off your shirt though" You laugh loudly

"thought you wanted to take me to dinner first Bradley" you have nothing but love in your eyes as you watch him grin.

"oh baby I do, but there's no way you're staying in Seresins shirt when you can have mine." and your falling even harder for this jealous puppy eyed man.

"Jealous Roos?" you are laughing at the look he shoots you

"Of course, I am darlin, here-" he pulls off his Hawaiian shirt and hands it to you. You take it, expecting him to turn around to let you change, when he stays put with a grin on his face you laugh.

"Bradshaw you perv, turn around" he does so with a laugh as you change shirts.

Heading back into the hard deck after a few more way to quick kisses, you can see his smug face and he goes directly to hangman and hands him back his shirt. You think you hear problem solved fall from his lips but you cant confirm because all you can hear is bob

"It's about god damn time you two figured it out, if I had to watch Sunshine over here hurt herself on one more thing I was outing you too" to say you were shocked was an understatement, especially when everyone groaned in agreement.

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