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controld3vil · 14 days

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two psychopaths

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic), austin butler x actor!reader (can be read as ambiguous/platonic/romantic, WHATEVER YOU GUYS PREFER)

synopsis: requested by this ask and this!

alt: regardless of you two playing psychopaths, in reality, you were the sweetest human beings ever.

notes: i applaud austin butler for his performance omg!! dually noted that the reader has hair that is long enough to be put into a ponytail (they are showing off a cute hair tie they got). NO BETE READ i apologize !!

You should have expected something. If not for your past antics, there would be no reason for them to be here. It was touching really, playing against your own tactics.

Without delay, in the morning, you were going to buy breakfast. When you decided and reluctantly remembered your cast members were going to have an interview around the same area. The building was close by, a block from the café shop. And so you rushed across the street, with a butter croissant in one hand, and a hot drink in another.

"Boo!" As you had snuck behind, grabbing both of their shoulders together in a tight squeeze. You could feel Timothee Chalamet's body jump while Austin Butler feeling startled, and involuntarily jerked back to swat your hand.

"Hey!"

"Oh my gosh, you scared me!"

"That was the point!" Your snickering was quickly joined by the film crew behind the scenes. It was all caught on camera and gave a great spook for everyone on set. You could still feel your heartbeat pumping as you tightened your grip on both of their shoulders.

"They really got you two!" The host of Comicbook.com and interviewer Brandon Davis exclaimed, covering his mouth with his fist. You were glad he and the rest of the crew obligated you to sneak in, a few minutes before their interview. Your eyes followed behind the movie poster to the corner, where you had laid your breakfast. Making sure nothing slipped or stomped on.

"Now we're really gonna get you next time!" Timothee's voice brought your attention back to him. Your grip never leaves his side, as he holds onto it as if threatening you.

"I'd like to see you two try," Nodding as you sneered. To add more to the competition, you gave a shaky handshake without breaking eye contact.

On the other hand, Austin could only lean back in his chair with an amused grin. "I thought you also had an interview today?" Tapping your hand on his shoulder, casually not minding your invasion of his personal space.

Your attention shifts, and you smile sweetly. "Mine is after lunch so I still got time." Lowering your tone, playfully mimicking Austin's voice. "I'll see you guys later though, enjoy your interview!"

As you release your grip to pat their heads, Timothee swerves to wave goodbye. Almost hitting himself in the face with your hand. "Alright- whoa see ya!". In an instant, Austin gives you a look before patting his seatmate on the back.

You grabbed your belongings, then thanked everyone walking out. Brandon Davis looked even more ecstatic now, knowing the actor's moods were lifted, looking a lot happier and pumped.

"Well what a great start to our interview huh?"

"Hm?"

"Oh yeah, the best!"

In turn, a couple hours after, you and Josh Brolin had been seated for the start of your interview. It was arranged by Maude Garrett, with whom you had talks with Jessica Ferguson before. Meeting her again was a pleasant encounter. You had a fantastic time with her last time and believed it would be no different with Brolin by your side.

"Hey!" She squeals out your name, hands in the air. "I'm so happy to see you again!"

"I came back just for you," Clutching her hand, you wave it back and forth. You were gleaming with joy as you seated yourself next to Brolin, who gave you a confused smile.

"You two know each other?"

"Oh no no-"

"I did an interview with her and Jessica," you clarified before glancing at Maude, "She's really nice!"

"So that's why you wanted to come along?" Josh exasperates a sarcastic groan. "Do you not want to do interviews with me?"

The humorous banter does not diminish throughout the interview. No, having worked with Josh Brolin through Dune, you were always attentive to his words. You can tell how passionate he is to be a part of Dune. The way he's communicated with Villeneuve and the producers, made you appreciate him more. Even before the interview had started, Brolin had brought up a book he had been working on with Greig Frazer of the photography of Dune.

You knew it was a fun project for him and he even gifted you one of the first few copies before release.

"Do you think Duncan Idaho is going to be a big part of Part 3?" Brolin and Garrett were having a conversation about potential possibilities for the Dune universe. As it was a well-known fact for book readers, more complex characters and plotlines divert after the first novel.

While you sat patiently, only ever observant of of their interaction. "I mean, I love-"

Suddenly there were screams. Boom! Your eyes lit up as if a sudden alarm had gone off. It was then two bodies came crashing towards you to notice what was happening. The two young male actors hurdled over you and Josh Brolin in a frenzy, surrounding you all in a big bear hug. You could decipher your mentor's frightful yet affectionate grin.

"Oh my gosh!" You almost shrieked, hand instinctively placing over your heart in reassurance. Timothee stood by Brolin's side, shaking him side by side. While Austin held onto yours, having the time of his life at your expression. You could tell already that cameras were caught yours and Brolin's slow-mo reaction.

"What's going on?!"

Mumbles of excitement were scattered on the scene. You could not stop smiling, as you placed your hand on top of Austin's, looking at him in pure defeat and fondness. As if saying, you got me.

"Thank you, god!" Josh happily cries out, bowing his head pure of joy.

Eventually, the Elvis actor lets go and formally greets the interviewer, shaking her hand. "Hi, I'm Maude! Nice to meet you!"

"Is this the interviewer you were talking to me about?" Austin looks at you, questionably. "The one asking about the popcorn bucket?"

You nod, enthusiastically. "She is! Maude, I was raving about you!"

"Awh!" The blonde female places a hand over her heart, warmly. She pouts lovingly at your comment. "How sweet of you!"

On the other side, Timothee grins back at Brolin before saying his hellos to you. "Hey, how are you?"

"I literally saw you hours ago!" You pointed your index finger directly at him, scoldingly. However, in return, the French actor laughs, and before hearing Austin turning to Brolin.

"We got the books."

"We got them and you got to sign it." Timothee states, placing both his hands on Brolin.

"Ok!" Suddenly the shot pans to you, having your mouth wide open.

"We'll bring em'- Give me a little- give me a little personal message-"

"I love you guys!" The older actor bellows, opening his arms for all of you three to join in one last hug. Seconds after, Brolin pats his French costar adorably on the back as a farewell. "I love you! Get outta here!"

The camera pans to Timothee moving towards your seat. As you discreetly mumble, making puppy dog eyes. "I get to sign too, right?!" He only chuckles before softly punching your shoulder as a gesture of approval.

"We got you good this time!" The French costar makes finger guns, playfully shooting at you in victory. You couldn't help but blow a raspberry in denial.

"I didn't know you guys were gonna do it today!"

"That was the whole point!" Austin chastely pats the back of your seat, gliding his hand to connect with yours to shake.

Sometime after your encounter, you and Austin managed to meet again in Los Angeles. It was when the Associated Press wanted to have you two for an interview with their AP film writer, Lindsey Bahr, to speak on topics that would pertain to both of your characters. You, coming back from the first film, with a new profound experience. Upon his introduction, Austin's character, Feyd-Rautha, is portrayed as a calculating and highly skilled warrior in Harkonnen's fashionable way.

You couldn't wait, as you sped into the boardroom where the interview was taking place. Lindsey Bahr beside the camera, was casually chatting with Austin as the rest of the crew prepared for the shoot.

The two of you gave each other a quick hug before taking your seats to get comfortable.

"Oh look what I got from New York!" Your head spins clockwise to show the back of your head, only to confuse Austin and the rest of the crew profoundly. This was a small snippet the Associated Press wanted to keep in the interview. They believed it was a great preview promoter to display your and Austin's relationship with each other.

"What is it? What are you showing us?" The blonde-brunette male puts forward, as the camera zooms in on him inspecting you dumbfounded. It pans to you grabbing your hair tie before turning back to face the audience.

Your hair once slicked by its restraint is now free and lies on your shoulders. It doesn't fall evenly on you though, but almost awkwardly due to the gel in your locks.

"Look at this!" You show it to the camera with a hand holding the item. And another, palm up to allow better focus. It was a character plush hair tie. One of a loveable cookie with one eyebrow raised. It even had one big tooth sticking out. "Isn't it cute?"

"It's adorable!" Linsey says with a smile. Your grin was contagious as she admired your high enthusiasm for the small accessory. "Where did you find it in New York?"

"In a BTS store," you pierced your lips together, thumbs smoothing over the face of the plushie. "I was looking for a gift for my cousin. And then I saw a bunch of displays of these!"

"I like his little expression," Austin perks up, arms relaxing on the armrest. Though his posture was leaning to look at the cute ornament in your hands. "He looks questionable intrigued."

"He is," You agree, locking eyes with him. "He kind of looks like me, yeah?"

Your costar charmingly laughs, as you lift the cookie next to your face. You did your best to mimic its expression, trying not to break. "He kind of does actually," Before leaning to push away some strands of your hair behind your shoulder.

And the interview commenced smoothly. It did not feel one-sided or exclusive from one person. You and Austin were able to enjoy yourselves, talking and reliving the moments you had onscreen. You barely had any scenes together, in fact, both of your characters were across planets from each other by the time the climax of the film began. Though it had mostly focused on Paul's and Feyd's rivalry for the throne even then. Little was known about your characters together despite having fair similarities in combat, and personality.

Then there was a question that came up from Bahr, asking if you all, specifically the younger casts spent time together after filming or stayed in your hotel rooms.

Austin decided to step in and respond. "I mean we had some dinners- when we got hungry."

"I'd say both. I mean it was rare for the five of us to be together because of our production schedules." You say, scratching your arm upwards. Out of your peripherals, you could see Austin nod in correspondence. "Otherwise, most people were really beaten up. I mean- I think me, Florence, Timothee, Zendaya, and Austin are the tamest bunch you know? Dinner was the latest school night we had."

"Right, we'd be so tired," Your male costar snickers, covering his smile with his hand.

Then it was like a light bulb flashes above your head when your eyes flash in revelation. "We did like to go shopping a lot together."

"Really? How was that like?"

"A lot of hours, that's for sure." Austin crosses his arms, exhaling a long groan. Only for you to have a guilty pout, shyly backing up in your chair. Even you did not deny his claims. "I mean- with them, all of the bags get piled onto me."

"I try to spend less every time I go shopping with him," You wave your arms defensively. With an amused smile, the Elvis actor could only want to listen to more, back fully leaning on his chair. "Though me and Zendaya love to go shopping all the time."

"It must've been a hectic shopping spree!"

"The most hectic," Your costar spouts a satirical groan as you dismissively smile and shake your head.

And most of all, you were fortunate enough to be invited to Graham Norton's show alongside Josh Brolin and Austin Butler. Coincidently other stars such as Olivia Coleman and Jodie Foster were present which made you more instantly excited. It was a row stacked with amazing actors and actresses. Even you, who have been considered in a few films were more than ecstatic to meet every one of them.

It took some time into the interview when Norton brought up Dune. As he went down the line of people, Austin was the last person on the couch yet to be asked a question. You were sitting beside Josh and Jodie Foster, whom you eagerly met backstage only minutes prior when you all went onstage. It was all nerve-wracking from the start. However, the longer you sat and talked, the more comfortable you became with the people you so charismatically looked up upon.

"Now Austin," Graham raises his hand as he directs everyone's attention to the TV screen, "Now what the fuck happened to you?" Then a still image of him in all costume as Feyd Rautha appears. Leading the audience to laugh and even a few chuckles from the couch. Graham's straightforwardness too caught you offhand as you cough not so subtly in the background.

Waves of ohs and awes rippled from person to person.

"Did you- did you know- yes that's Austin!"

"By the way- that's how I met him the first time because everyone said if you met Austin- Oh you're gonna love Austin," Brolin starts, one arm leaning against the back of the couch. "And then finally, I knocked on his trailer door- and I opened the door to this pasty bald emaciated thing." More laughter erupts as you sweetly grin at the faint memory of their meeting.

"But you didn't shave your head?"

"I was- I was going straight to another film and uh- called The Bike Riders with Tom Hardy and Jeff Nickels who was directing," Austin explains the director specifically asked him not to shave his head. As it would be difficult to grow back quickly and transition from Dune. "So the wonderful hair and makeup team did that to me." As he points back to the picture of him and Lea Seydoux.

"Wow!"

"That's a bald wig!"

"Yeah isn't it incredible?" The Elvis actor gleams back at Olivia and then to you. You give him a wider grin, cocking your head sideways until the attention is drawn back to Graham.

"And also, it's not just- it doesn't- where does it start?"

"It attaches where my eyelids are," He points and the rest of the actresses could only stare in astonishment.

"Whoa, you didn't have to shave your eyebrows either."

"That's- wow!"

"But it's incredibly meticulous if they're a millimeter off, you can't open one eye and uhm- so yeah they were incredible." He explains, pointing closely to his eyelids to make a better visualization of how detailed his look was for the crew. Truly it was an astonishing character design, and to have Austin fill in those shoes was a great casting choice. You couldn't think of anyone else to play Feyd.

"Was it like an hour?" Jodie brings up, having one hand on her chin innocently.

"It was three hours." Disappointed grunts and groans came from the two women beside you. It was as if the moment he mentioned how long it took, all the enthusiasm to try bald wigs was out of the table. It was hilarious, both Olivia and Foster looking back and avoiding eye contact with anyone. Seated next to them, you followed along, shaking your head so slightly, staring at them as if saying, really?!

"Shave my head!" Graham shouts and yelps agreeing to his holler followed the room. Seconds after the noise disperse, the host turns his eyes on you. He brings your attention, saying your name in confidence. "And uh- here's the thing, you had the complete opposite! People have said that you had to grow out your hair- either or have extensions to have longer hair."

"Absolutely the complete opposite for me," You cheerily perk up, saluting your drink to Norton. The audience snickers, followed by Brolin bursting out in a howl. "But- yes I would say I had to grow out my hair for this film. To the point where I had many intricate braids in my hair."

"It must've been so nice," Josh chides, almost too enthusiastically. He crosses his arms and you give him a look of caution, playfully so.

"Yeah luckily you didn't have to deal with all of my mess," Austin motions to his hair, and immediately you let out a whistle. Again the back of the crowd responds well to your banter. Everything went so smoothly whenever you were with your cast mates. You were the most comfortable with them.

"Very very true!" Norton points his flashcards to you, "Would you have shaved your head if you- two had switched roles?"

"Honestly why not," Shrugging, you could hear some murmurs of surprise and intrigue. "I feel like I would be very comfortable with the bald wig too. But I mean if I cut all of my hair, I wouldn't have to grow them out anymore."

There was a semblance of mutuality while some still expressed their preferences (Olivia and Jane). Though what was most prominent to you was Broliin balling his eyes out. While Austin looks at you in pure confusion and stupefaction.

"All that to not grow out your hair?!" Josh exclaims, and the shot perfectly catches him clenching his chest from how much he was cackling at your odd comment.

"I mean that's one way to do it," Austin had a much slower reaction as it seemed at that moment made you break. Only to have you glance down at your shoes because of how much you wanted to laugh uncontrollably.

"I think it'd be cool no?" You try to say, slowly breaking into laughter. The rest of the crowd cooed at how you were with your costars. You always manage to include them in every conversation, showing how much care you had with everyone you had worked with. "I feel like the material of the bald wig would be super cool to touch."

"It's- it's a latex-"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Graham hushes, one hand shielding his mouth even though everyone can hear what he is saying. A huge wave of roars and screams echoed. And all you could do was cover your face and hide behind Brolin.

Yet the most unforgettable moment that would define your relationship with Austin is not even with the two of you present. In fact, it was in an interview with him,with Timothee and Zendaya. During that time, you were paired with someone else. But it was a small mention of Austin's first days of filming for Dune that kept viewers occupied.

"When you- fitting in with you know, coming into this group," It takes a few glances for Austin to look at his costars. "What did that feel like to you?"

Austin locks eyes with Zendaya then Timothee, "You both were so kind and welcoming and- uhm-"

"And we bullied him for the first week," The mixed actress casually mentions, as it can be heard off camera, sounds of agreement. "No, I'm kidding!"

"We had to break him in," The French actor nods, playing along to their scheme.

"Yeah, exactly exactly," The brunette actor goes even further with it, "Hazing rituals."

Zendaya raises her finger. She refers to you with such warmth. "It was more than hazing rituals. I mean- actually, they were doing crazy dance moves and-"

"They're just full of sunshine," Austin beans ear to ear, eyes only evident of fondness. "Super warm and welcoming."

Timothee cocks his head slightly to the side. "Welcome to Arrakis!"

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dreamcatchers-husband · 8 months

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Jitters

Male Reader X Fromis_9 Saerom

Length: 2600+ words

Tags: Roomates, Fuck buddies, Mommy kink, Creampie

A/N- Saerom has always caught my attention so I had to make her a fic. At least a quckie.

Do you ever get the jitters? Get nervous?

People get nervous for a lot of different reasons. Job interview? Getting on a roller coaster? Riding a plane?

For you, it was none of these. The cause of your nerves was two simple words. First date. When the girl said yes, you were beyond excited but the jitters came once you began to head home. Your shoulder hit several people as your eyes were stuck on your phone screen. After each apology, you continued the walk home, planning on what to do with your date.

Eventually, you arrived at your apartment complex and walked to the front door. Once you passed the door, your legs brought you over to the elevator where you waited for the metal cage. Your travel up the elevator was uneventful as your legs continued to tap up and down nervously.

With a ding, your eyes looked up and saw the number 14. Recognizing it as your floor, you stepped off and rushed to your door. Once your golden metal key entered the keyhole, you turned it counterclockwise and unlocked the door.

With your shoulder pushing it open, your feet moved forward and rushed towards your living room. Once there, your eyes began to search for a nice brown bookcase that lived in that part of your home. Once your eyes saw it, your mind took over as you pulled the doors open and found a large black safe that sat there.

Raising your hand, the various beeps from the safe echoed in your ear. Punching The code 0124 made the green light appear as well as a clicking sound. Pulling the safe open, you found a couple of stacks of money as well as a wallet. Grabbing your black leather wallet, you opened it and pulled out a green card.

With the card now in your possession. You fished out your personal wallet from your pants and put it in one of the slots. The brown from the wallet faded with time but you still loved how big it was as well as convenient compared to others. Just as your wallet went back into your pocket, the sound of a door caught your attention. With the door, footsteps followed that got closer and closer. Finally, a voice was heard as a figure appeared.

“Why the hell is there so much noise?”

“Sorry Saerom. I needed to get my other credit card.”

“You hate using that one. You always complain about the interest rate. Is something wrong? Do you need new tires? I told you those used one-“

“I don’t need new tires, Saerom. This is great news. She said YES!”

“Who said yes? The librarian if the book you had on hold was finally returned?”

“NO. She finally said yes. I can take the girl of my dreams on a date!”

As your hand closed the metal door to the safe, your body turned around and was met with the brown-haired woman. Her outfit immediately stuck out to you as your eyes went up and down her body. The black top cut short just above her midriff, giving you the slightest tease of her amazing abs. The navy green skirt didn't do any better at hiding her body. Despite being on the shorter side. Her legs looked long and soft. They were for sure soft. Of course, you would know with the amount of times they have been wrapped around your head.

“Oh, why are you dressed up Saerom?”

“Oh, I was just trying on some clothes for the next time we go out to get drinks. So you finally got a date with Hayoung huh?”

“Yes! It’s even today. Look, I need to go shower so I’ll talk to you later.”

Not waiting for a response, your legs pushed forward towards your room. Your hands moved faster than you thought ever possible, removing the clothing from your body. Guess just a plain shirt and joggers helped with this also. Normally your body would be covered by a bathrobe at this point, but all reason was gone in your mind. With nothing on, your legs ran across the hallway and pushed their way into the bathroom.

As you shut the door behind you, your arm then extended out and pulled the door to your glass shower. Turning the dial on the shower wall, the chrome wheel moved from the blue to the red section, changing the water temperature. After touching the water a few times with your fingers, your desired temperature finally arrived.

Hoping in, the warm water began to roll off your back as you closed the door. Stepping fully into the water, your face looked up towards the shower head, and let the water pour over the rest of your body. Reaching to the left; your hand grabbed the bar of soap sitting and lifted it. As your head began to move away from the water, your hand began to raise the soap to your body until a noise caught your attention.

Looking behind you, Saerom entered the shower with you. The smirk on her face was setting off all the alarms in your head.

“S-Saerom. What are you doing here? I need to…”

“Hey. It’s good for the environment to save water. Let’s shower quickly.”

Taking the bar of soap from your hand, the young woman began to run the white bar over her body. As the soap moved down from her arms, the bar began to lather over her toned abs and moved up. Saerom didn’t have the biggest breasts but she certainly had a pair you loved. In circular motions, the lather began to form around her perky mounds.

A small giggle left Saerom’s mouth as she pulled your head up. Making eye contact, your roommate gave you a wink and brought the soap to your chest. Just as she did on her chest, the young woman began to rub the soap in circular motions on your body. You were about to say something until your friend spun your body around. The same action as before continued on your back. The smooth touches were very relaxing, causing you to close your eyes and get stuck in thought.

The relaxing feeling continued until you felt a couple of nubs on your back. Saerom had her breasts on your back. As your eyes shot open, the young woman’s arm touched your abs and began to work its way down.

“S-Saerom. We shouldn’t.”

“Doyoon. You know Hayoung is a great friend of mine. She has a rule about the new guys she dates. No sex until 6 months of dating. This is me doing you a favor.”

Saerom’s delicate fingers finally reached your length, wrapping around it in one swoop. Your whole body jolted a bit from the sudden touch on your cock.

“Look here, sweetie. The throbbing from your cock lets me know you like this. Why don’t you fuck my pussy one last time? Just for old time's sake.”

“B-But Hayoung w-will be here in twenty minutes.”

“Then we better get started.”

The soap on both of your bodies had already washed off in that time. Dropping to her knees, Saerom turned you around once more and looked up at you. Your roommate's hand began to move up and down, getting you harder than before. Bringing her upper body closer, Saerom brought out her tongue and inched it closer and closer until it made contact with your tip.

A quick flick to your tip sent shivers down your spine, causing a small whimper to leave your mouth. Saerom took this as her sign to continue as her tongue moved down your shaft from the left then the right, Saerom’s tongue continued to get your cock wet all over.

Without any warning, Saerom then plunged her mouth on top of your tip and moved it down her throat. Your hands immediately took hold of your roommate's head and gripped onto her hair. All reason was gone as your hips began to move back and forth into Saerom’s mouth.

With each thrust into the young woman’s mouth, the more your body began to shake. Taking the lead, Your friend put her hands on your legs and began to shove your length down her throat. Normally your roommate wouldn’t get to deepthroating off the bat, but Saerom knew you had a time constraint.

Matching her movements, your hip would thrust your length into her throat as she pulled you in as deep as possible. After a couple of times, you decided to pull your cock out of her mouth and give her time to breathe. The sudden slap to your ass caught your attention and brought your vision back down. The scowl on Saerom’s face made you scared.

“Who said to stop fucking Mommy’s face? You will stop when I say you stop.”

The sudden warmth from Saerom’s mouth returned around your length. The constricting feeling around your rod was amazing as Your roommate vigorously moved her mouth up and down your shaft. Your hands were suddenly raised once more and brought to the side of Saerom’s head. The glare you got earlier returned. She wanted her face to be fucked.

Not wanting to disappoint your mommy, you began to thrust with your hip once more. Just like you were slamming into her pussy, your cock continued to get constricted around. As you continued this action, a small sound began to hit your ears. Sure, you were in a shower but this sound was different.

Looking down, your eyes noticed Saerom’s hand down on her pussy. The sounds were of her playing with herself. Saerom needed this just as badly as you did right now. Bringing your hips back, Saerom let go of your legs and brought one hand up to your length.

Your roommate's tongue returned to your tip and began to move in circular motions around it followed by some strokes from her hand. Standing back up, Saerom laid her back on the shower wall and signaled you to come closer. The air got heavy as you inched closer and closer to Saerom.

Finally, in front of her, the young woman wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled your head to her neck. Your instincts took over as you began to pepper her neck with small kisses and bites. As you moved further and further down, you felt Saerom’s finger around your cock again. Your cock head began to feel the sticky mess leaking from Saerom’s folds.

“Put that cock in Mommy one last time. Don’t keep me waiting.”

With a push, your tip began to plunge into Saerom’s cunt. The slick from the woman’s folds leaked onto the rest of your rod as you filled her. A gasp left Saerom’s mouth as you stood there for a few seconds. Pulling back, your strokes began to repeat little by little like you did with her mouth before.

The warm comforts of her pussy were removed from your mind as Saerom pulled your neck back from hers. A sudden slap to the face shocked you as Saerom tightened her hold on your neck.

“Stop being a pussy and fuck me. Or do you want your date to come here while you’re balls-deep in my cunt?

With those words of encouragement, you brought your hips back and shoved your length down her tunnel. With your hands holding her up, your cock began to shove your length down her cunt repeatedly. With each thrust, your speed increased until you were at a steady pace, in and out of Saerom.

The sound of grunts and moans was all that could be heard with the running water. Your constant pace was good, but not enough for your roommate. The young woman began to move her hips to match your own, filling her as best as possible. Your length could feel the construction around it as her walls tried to keep you inside her at all costs.

“T-That’s a good boy. You always have such an amazing cock for mommy. T-The perfect length, and girth. F-Fuck even the throbbing from your length is perfect. S-Stay here. Why don’t you just fuck Mommy’s pussy forever?”

The offer was tempting. Saerom’s pussy was something you had almost every day and it never disappointed. Still, you had to grow up one day and Hayoung was your chance at a real relationship.

“I-I’m sorry Mommy but Hayoung is almost here and I’m really close.”

“Tsk. Fine. Then you better make me cum one last time before you do.”

Knowing you had no other option, you began to speed up your waist and move faster than before. Moving one of your hands down to her folds your length pulled out of her snatch, exposing the little nub you were looking for. Now found, your fingers began to rub on your roommate's clit as your cock continued to piston in and out of her.

The circular motions from your fingers combined with your cock’s actions caused the moans from Saerom to increase. Your grunts began to match the sounds from Saerom as both your fingers and cock increased in pace.

“F-Fuck. You’re close sweetie, aren’t you? Me too. J-Just a bit more and you can empty those balls in my pussy.”

A slap to your ass motivated you to give it all you had left. All of your adrenaline shot throughout your body in that moment as you fucked Saerom as ferociously as humanly possible. Your hips could almost break at the rate you were shoving in and out of your roommate. A loud yell hit your ears as you felt a sudden pressure around your shaft. A rush of fluids hit your legs as Saerom began to jolt all over the place.

“F-FUCK!”

Saerom’s nails began to scratch your back as her climax was achieved. Saerom’s orgasm was the catalyst to achieve your own peak, causing you to yell as well. As your cock throbbed, ropes of semen left your tip and filled Saerom to the brim. As the twitches from your cock finished, the two of you were left panting for air.

With a laugh, you both stood up straight and grabbed the soap again. Your shower had to be a quick one as your date would be there soon, so after 3 minutes you both hopped out. Running towards your room, you quickly entered and noticed a nice outfit placed on the bed. Saerom must have set it out while you first showered.

Putting on the nice dress shirt and pants, you made your way to the living room and found Saerom relaxing on the couch. Your roommate was in pajamas yet it perfectly fit her curves, just like any other outfit. Standing up, the young woman walked over and began to fix a few things on your outfit.

“OK then. You look nice. Have fun. This is your last chance to just stay here with me though.”

“That sounds fun but this is what I want.”

With a knock at the door, Saerom pulled you closer and kissed you on the lips, one final time. Pulling back, the girl walked with you to the front door. Hayoung was familiar with your home so it was an easy meet-up place. As the door opened, you were met with the cutest girl you had ever seen, fit with a beautiful white dress.

“Oh hi, Saerom. D-Doyoon. You look really nice.”

“Y-You look amazing Hayoung.”

“Well then. You two have fun and be safe out there OK?”

“Yes, captain!”

With a nod, you made your way out the door and looked at Hayoung.

“Let’s go!”

As you walked away with Hayoung, your mind went back to Saerom and the activities you indulged in earlier.

You surely are gonna miss having sex for six months.

#smut #kpopsmut #female idol smut #fromis9smut

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haru-natsuka · 10 days

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First Night Interview (Heartslabyul and Scarabia Ver.)

Question: How did you spend your first night with your wife?

Ace looked at the question in horrified.

Ace: WH-WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION IS THAT! WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU?!

Deuce: Bet you were just sleeping like a log. *

Deuce smirked at Ace as he folded his arms, literally mocking him. Irritated with Deuce remark, Ace did not back down.

Ace: HUH! EXCUSE ME! We diiddd it all night longggg! Tch! (I'd be dead if my wife knew about this) Bet you struggle to even hold your wife's hands.

Deuce: ME-ME?! Me... My wife and I... spend a heated night *blush furiously*. It's the first night of the wedding after all. It's bound to happen. *Super proud face*. How about Trey-senpai and Cater-senpai?

Trey: I don't think I can say much. My marriage happened during Christmas so both of us were busy with all the orders from the bakery. We just passed out late at night and wake up early tomorrow morning for another batch of orders.

Cater: That's sounds pretty tiring. Good, you have a supportive wife. You should buy her a cute gift as a reward.

Trey: I already did.

Cater: What did you give? Something branded? Expensive? Trending?

Trey: There is no need to buy when I can just provide the thing for my wife.

Cater: You must bake something and use your unique magic to impress her.

Trey: Something like that. Now, stop focusing the conversation on me, Cater. It's your turn. Don't avoid to answer.

Cater: Uhuu..Did I get caught? I also have nothing special to share. I only remember taking multiple pictures of my wife. She's too beautiful and photogenic for me to stop.

Deuce: Really senpai? But I don't notice you update anything in magicam that night.

Cater: Not everything should be posted, Deuce-chan. It's a memory that I want to keep for myself.

Deuce: Please drop the chan :(

Riddle, who was listening to the conversation could not hold himself back anymore

Riddle: All of you... I tried to ignore it but I couldn't anymore. DID YOU GUYS BREAK THE CURFEW?! This is an embarrassment for ex-students from Heartslabyul. A DISGRACE!

Everyone was shocked with the ex-dorm leader outburst.

Deuce: Riddle-senpai, do you still follow all the 180 rules?

Riddle: It's 810! How can you forget about the rules! This matter is not something to take lightly!

Cater: That's Riddle for you I guess.

Riddle: My wife is not like you rule breakers at all. She follows all the rules really well. It was right for me to rely on my mother in choosing my partner.

Ace: YOU IMPLY THE SAME RULES TO YOUR WIFE???!!!

Riddle: It's something to be expected alright. When the clock hit 10, we go sleep punctually. It has been 1 month of marriage and we always did that.

Trey: Did you really just sleep, Riddle?

Riddle: I don't see anything worth to do except that. Besides, I finished all my tasks early before bed.

Trey: Your wife don't say anything? Like giving you the cold shoulders.

Riddle: When I think about it... She did act differently the next day but I don't know why. I tried to ask but she always said she's busy or I need to figure it out by myself.

Ace: Congratulation on having the first couple fight

Riddle: Wh-what do you mean by that, Ace?

Cater: Just ignore him, Riddle. Let me help you solving the problems. I already share some links with you. You just need to watch and you will understand your wife better.

Riddle: Will it works? *About to click the link*

Cater: *Close Riddle's phone as fast as he can* Please remember to not watch it in public.

Kalim: What are you guys doing? Can I join too?

Trey: I don't think you should involve yourself in the conversation Kalim. This will taint your innocence

Ace: We talking about everyone's first night. Please share with us your experience too, senpai

Trey: Ace! You-!

Kalim: Ohh about that! Of course, I spent the entire night with my beautiful wife. She teaches me a lot of ways to cuddle. We keep each other close not only that night but the entire next 2 days! And we-!

Jamil: KALIM! STOP TALKING! (Immediately cover his mouth and drag him away before he can describe the entire situation. Meanwhile, Riddle was busy taking notes inside his head. Cuddle all night doesn't sound so bad)

Cater: What about you, Jamil?

Jamil: I don't want to share anything but my wife admit I'm a husband material *Smug smile*

END

This is my first time focusing my writing on dialogue more instead of description. How was it? While doing this, I got some ideas to write one-shot for everyone of them in regards of their first night. Might be writing a new series huhuhuhu.

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misshoneyimhome · 16 days

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When William says, "You'll have my credit card to purchase whatever you want while I fuck you," you don't know where to begin. Is he doing this because of the tense conversation you had earlier today, or is this just a fantasy of his? Your moan echoes as he presses his tip against your cunt. As you stare at your screen, you're taken aback by everything. He encourages you to "Come on, baby." He slowly drags himself into you, his hips eventually hitting your lower back when he gives you all of him. You feel your body tremble in pleasure as he takes his time to move in and out of you. His pace quickens as he pushes deeper into you, and you let out a loud moan. You find yourself completely and utterly lost in the moment. "Good girl," he says. "What do you want next, huh? A purse? Shoes?" "I… I don't know," you admit. "What you need is to be spoiled," he says sternly. We all know Willy loves exploring his fantasies with the inexperienced reader. #SlutsforPresidentNylander

Ah, at last, I've managed to get to this! 🤍 My apologies for the delay 🙏🏼

But let's pause for a moment and relish in the thought of William's desire to spoil his girl endlessly! 😏🥹

This chapter ended up being merged with [Cock-ring] [Bikini] and [Reversed Cowgirl] - And as always, I hope you enjoy it 🙏🏼

Warnings; 18+ smut (as always); public fingering (in dressing room), oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), cum inside, sex toy (cock ring), more penetrative sex (p in v), more cum inside; you know the drill 😂

「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」

"du är min vacka prinsessa" = You are my beautiful princess

"Och du är min underbara prins..." = And you are my handsome prince

Word count; 6K

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XIV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

No one discussed what went down last night. It had been one of the most disappointing, frustrating, and painful games in a while, as the Leafs had had the upper hand, leading 3-0 in the second period. However, things then took a turn for the worse, and the match against the Hurricanes ended 4-4 in regular time, with no goals in overtime, and after five saves, Guentzel managed to score the winning goal during the shootout.

Everyone on the team was devastated. Although they knew they had fought hard, they were all disappointed in themselves for letting go of the lead, resulting in a loss. And you knew there was no way to console your boyfriend, William Nylander. He had definitely given his all, but in the end, it didn't make much of a difference.

You could sense that he was trying to stay positive and keep his frustrations in check during the post-game interview, but not even all the cheerful green colours in the spirit of St. Patrick’s Day could bring much joy to the situation. Even when you got back home, William remained quiet. Although he usually had a knack for not letting things get to him for too long, that night, he just wanted silence.

But he knew you were there for him, no matter what, and that meant the world to you. So, as you settled into bed, you gently cuddled, watching a few Instagram reels together as you ran your fingers through his hair, knowing it helped calm and soothe him.

And as you slowly drifted off to sleep, he wrapped a strong arm around you and quietly whispered 'thank you for being with me' in your ear.

It was a tender moment, slowly giving way to a new day where William returned to his usual self and the loss was behind them. For now, he just needed to focus on the upcoming road trip.

And Sunday turned out to be nothing short of exciting. With green decorations adorning the city, everyone nursing hangovers from the St. Patrick's Day celebrations, you and William enjoyed your morning coffees, planning out your day together.

"So, where do you want to go?" William asked with a gentle smile as you both sat at the dining table.

"Well, I thought you'd be in charge today, considering you're the one known as 'Styles'," you chuckled lightly, referring to the nickname his teammates had given him for his keen fashion sense.

"Are you sure you want to give me that kind of power?" He grinned confidently, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Pretending to consider his question for a moment, you flashed him a sweet smile. “Actually, this might just be the one thing I do trust you completely on.”

And you didn't regret it. William loved shopping, and taking you along was something he truly enjoyed, as he relished the opportunity to spoil you rotten. Whenever you browsed through clothing, shoes, or accessories, he just wanted to buy them all for you.

Not that you were in need of his financial support or anything like that. He understood that perfectly well. But he simply wanted to lavish you with gifts. In his eyes, you deserved the world, and he cherished the chance to share his hard-earned money with someone who made him happy.

Of course, you weren't with William for his money. That would be a dreadful thing to suggest. However, whenever he treated you, whether it was to a meal or a shopping spree, you naturally appreciated his generosity. Anything else would be ungrateful.

Still, you made it clear that you didn't always want him to pay the bill. You wanted to maintain your independence and feel like the strong, self-sufficient woman you were, having worked hard for your own money.

But then William just chuckled, pulled you close, and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I know you're a strong and independent woman with your own money, älskling, but you're still my princess, and if I want to spend my money on you, you can't do anything about it.”

And that pretty much settled the matter.

What did stir up some other emotions within you, though, was when you were strolling around in one of the stores and some of the sales ladies were more than willing to help the two of you out. Well, at least when they saw William, giving him their undivided attention.

Their interest in him was glaringly obvious, and you had to maintain your composure to avoid reacting too hastily or strongly. You wanted to appear like the cool and confident girlfriend that you were, knowing that William was yours and they could droll over him all they wanted because he was with you.

But as always, William saw right through you. And he couldn't help but grin.

"What?" You almost snorted.

"Oh, nothing, baby," William chuckled as he approached you in the middle of the upscale boutique. "You just don’t need to be so jealous."

"I'm not," you tried to assert confidently, but it was futile.

"Yes, you are, and I love it, älskling," William spoke gently, leaning in a little closer to you and placing a kiss on your forehead.

And of course, he was right, so you simply let out a humph and turned back to your browsing.

William had already taken you to all his favourite shops in the city, and as you felt your shopping trip slowly winding down, you decided to seek out the last thing you felt you needed: a bikini. Sure, summer was still a few months away, but as the girlfriends and wives of the team had a tendency to treat themselves, including you, to the occasional spa day, you felt that a new bikini was in order.

And naturally, you couldn't try it on without your boyfriend giving his opinion. He insisted on you modelling every piece of clothing so he could make a proper decision. Yet you knew it was just an excuse for William to join you in the dressing room.

"Mmm," he simply nodded as he sat on the stool inside the changing cabin, a smile spreading across his lips as his eyes hungrily admired you.

“Mmm?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow, catching his gaze in the mirror. “Is that all you’ve got to say?”

“There’s not much more to say, baby,” your boyfriend chuckled lightly, slowly rising from his seat as he moved closer to you, coming to stand behind you, leaning into whisper in your ear, his voice tinged with desire. “We both know you look fucking hot, and I'm having a hard time not just taking you right here, right now.”

The air felt heavy in the confined space of the dressing room, William's body gently pressing against yours as he let his hand explore your skin, tracing down past your belly button to the hem of the bikini bottoms.

“Willy… we can't do this in here…” you whispered, fully aware of his intentions and the presence of the sales staff just on the other side of the door. “There are people right outside…” your voice carried a hint of panic, though you were already feeling incredibly aroused by his light touches.

“Hasn’t stopped us before…” he murmured into the curve of your neck, planting a tender kiss just behind your ear.

And you couldn’t help but release a breath as he continued to pepper your neck with feather-light kisses, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the fabric.

You struggled to keep yourself composed as your body instinctively surrendered to him. Your palms sought the support of the mirror in front of you as you gently tilted your head to the side, offering him more access and closing your eyes.

“You’re just so fucking hot…” he hummed against your skin, steadying himself with his other hand against the mirror.

William's touch felt nothing short of magical. And as his skilled fingers found your sensitive spot, you couldn't help but gasp, doing your best to stifle a moan.

You could almost sense the hint of a smirk on his face as he gently teased your clit, circling it with care, making you concentrate on your breath.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he playfully asked, receiving a subtle nod from you.

Of course, it felt good. And he was well aware of it.

William observed you in the mirror as his fingers danced over your sensitive skin, tracing them lightly along your folds, eliciting soft moans from you. Despite feeling himself getting harder in his trousers, he paid it no mind. All he wanted was to bring you pleasure.

"Mmm..." you softly hummed as he intensified his touch slightly. Your legs were gradually growing weak as your body yearned to surrender completely, yet you remained composed. Simply allowing the mirror to support you as your mind drifted into a blissful haze. It was slow and sensual, yet undeniably pleasurable.

"Shit, baby," William exhaled as he watched your reaction to his touch, seeing your eyes narrow and your lips part. And when he felt the wetness between your legs, he couldn't resist and slid two fingers inside you.

You let out a gasp as you felt him fill you up, biting your lip to stifle any sounds, but you couldn't help it. Your breaths became deeper and heavier as William began to move his fingers, stimulating your walls with each motion.

"Willy..." you moaned, your fingers pressing against the mirror as you felt a familiar wave of pleasure building up.

"Yes, baby…," he murmured huskily in your ear. "Don’t hold back... you’re mine, and I want them to know it."

His words, coupled with his skilled fingers pumping inside you, sent your mind into overdrive, and soon you felt yourself nearing climax. William was intimately familiar with your body, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

So, there you both stood in the dressing room, William pressing his body against yours as he expertly pleasured you, your hands gripping the mirror for support as your moans grew louder, he propelled you into ecstasy.

"Shit..." you cried out, and with just a few more thrusts of his fingers, you allowed yourself to lean your head back against his shoulder, surrendering to the pleasure as you reached your peak all over his fingers.

It was incredibly intense. Never had you imagined that a man could bring you to orgasm with just his fingers. Then again, in the past 8 months with William, you'd experienced at least 20 times more orgasms than in all the years with your ex-boyfriend.

And as William withdrew his fingers slowly, you gradually descended from your high, opening your eyes in the mirror to see William's smug expression. "Damn you, William Nylander," you sighed, still amazed at how he always managed to leave you in such a state.

"Oh, you love it, älskling," he chuckled, planting another kiss on the side of your head. "And I absolutely love it when you get jealous."

Giving him a small smile, you let out a laugh, shaking your head before turning to face him and starting to remove the bikini. "Well, I suppose we'll have to buy this bikini now..." you pointed out the damp patch on the bottoms, prompting him to join in your laughter.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

And as you exited the dressing room, you couldn't help but notice a few stares, while making your way to the register. With William sporting a noticeable bulge in his trousers, you leaned in close and spoke seductively, well aware of the curious glances from the sales assistants.

"Sorry I didn't get to take care of you too," you smirked up at him, gently pressing against his throbbing member. But William just returned your smirk.

"Don't worry, baby, we both know I'll get my revenge later," he raised an eyebrow, and you felt a pulsating sensation between your thighs as he made the final purchase.

Shopping with William always brought heartfelt laughter, making it simply delightful. And as you returned home, you couldn't help but admire all the items he'd generously gifted you.

"You know," you began as you sorted through the clothes from today's haul, "you could have let me pay for some of it."

Casually snacking in the kitchen, William turned to you with a puzzled expression. "And why's that?"

You looked at him with a thoughtful smile. "Because sometimes I just like to pay for myself as well..."

"But why? I can easily cover it for you," he replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Well, yes, but that's not the point... Willy, you already pay for this apartment, and whenever we go out for dinner or if you fly me out for an away game..." you tried to explain.

You knew it might sound odd. Most people would probably enjoy not having to pay for anything and letting someone else handle it. But a part of you felt a sense of pride when you treated yourself to something with money you'd worked hard for.

"So what?" William shrugged, his smile fading and his expression turning more serious. "Y/n, why can't you just enjoy the fact that I like taking care of you? I have more money than I need for myself, and with you, I finally have someone else to spend it on... It's my money, and I get to decide how to spend it!" His voice rose almost to a shout, indicating this wasn't a topic to argue about.

A moment of silence hung in the air as you processed his words. It wasn't just about buying things because he could. It held deeper meaning for him; gifting you everything you desired was his way of expressing love.

So, with a soft sigh, you approached him slowly, wrapping your arms around him and offering a gentle smile. "You're right... I'm sorry. I've just... I've been so proud of being independent, of doing well on my own, that it's hard for me to let go. I know I should be grateful for all you do for me... I just don't like feeling too reliant on you. Willy, I love you so much, but after what happened with Liam... how lost I felt when we broke up... I just don't want to feel that way again."

William allowed a moment for your words to sink in. Though he found your stance somewhat unreasonable, and he believed you should embrace his desire to take care of you both, he respected your perspective.

His hands settled on your waist as he pondered for a moment before speaking again. "You know... it's cute that you're saying that... but the thing is, it'll never be like with you and Liam, because that would mean we would break up, and... I kinda don't want that to happen."

You couldn't help but smile. Despite his boyish charm and occasional difficulty in expressing his thoughts and emotions verbally, you could tell he meant every word.

"I don't want that to happen either, Willy," you gazed up at him, then planted a quick kiss on his lips. "And I promise, I'll try to be better at just... enjoying the fact that you're treating me like this – I guess I've just never been a princess before."

William let out a heartfelt chuckle, knowing he'd been calling you his princess quite often lately. "What can I say... du är min vacka prinsessa," he said sweetly, leaning down to let his forehead touch yours.

You took a deep breath, cherishing the tender moment, before mustering the courage to say some words you'd been practicing. "Och du är min underbara prins..."

William pulled back slightly, his eyes widening as a smile spread across his lips. "What did you just say?" he chuckled lightly.

"Impressed?" you smirked sweetly. "Just something Amanda has been teaching me..."

"Really? What else has she been teaching you?"

Once again, you paused to gather your thoughts. Speaking Swedish to William was a something you hadn’t done before, as you felt a bit insecure about it. However, his response encouraged you to continue. Keeping your gaze fixed on him, you pressed your lips together.

"Jag älskar dig, hjärtat," you said softly, the words flowing from your heart, and William felt the sincerity behind them. Amidst discussions about pregnancy and starting a family in the future, your attempt to learn his family's language stirred something in him.

"How are you so fucking incredible?" he exclaimed.

And with that, William drew closer, bridging the gap between you as he gently held your face and pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss.

It wasn't messy, but it was filled with longing. He then swiftly lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom, where he could finally satisfy the desires, he had had earlier.

For the next 40 minutes, William showed you the depth of his love. Taking his time, he pleasured you as if he had been starved for days. Sucking and licking to stimulate your core, tasting every drop of your essence, he brought you to two orgasms.

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you as he devoted himself entirely to you. And what followed next was pure lovemaking. Although you both enjoyed exploring your boundaries and pushing each other's limits, there was something special about good old-fashioned missionary. Especially when all you wanted was to express your deep love for each other.

It wasn’t intense climaxes either of you reached, but it was heartfelt and passionate. As if you both were able to share your deepest thoughts and desire, creating a bond of endorphins between you.

It was just one of those laid-back days where you both unwound and enjoyed each other’s company. After a long day of exploring the bustling city, followed by a gentle session of lovemaking, the two of you curled up together for a nap on the sofa.

William's body was always the perfect pillow to cuddle against, his natural warmth comforting your soul as you drifted into a peaceful sleep.

However, after the nap, you found yourself needing a bit of space. While William was a fantastic cuddler, it could sometimes get a bit too warm. So, as William played some PlayStation hockey with a couple of his teammates, you lounged on your stomach with your laptop, scrolling through various websites.

Lately, you'd been considering purchasing some specific items but had been hesitating due to their high prices. And maybe they were a tad overpriced.

"Just go for it already," you suddenly heard William's voice, interrupting your concentration. Clearly, he wasn't addressing his teammates.

"What?" you asked, turning your head to him, though his focus remained on the TV screen.

"Just buy it! You've been staring at the same thing for like an hour, babe," William chuckled.

And with a sigh, you turned back to your screen. "Ugh, I know. I really want it... but these Valentino heels are just... a bit beyond my budget," you confessed. "And they're no longer in production, so their prices just keep going up..."

Your eyes were practically glued to the beige pair of heels as you envisioned them adorning your feet. So absorbed were you in your contemplation that you didn't even notice William pausing his game until he hovered over you, his arms and knees on either side as his face came close to yours.

"Hmm, they do look amazing," he remarked, his blue eyes focused on the photo. Then, gently, he reached for the mousepad, silently adding the item to the cart and proceeding to the payment page. Without a word, he entered his card details and made the purchase. "There you go. Now they're yours."

You couldn't believe it. Firstly, how he could remember his card number, and secondly, that he'd just spent more money on you.

"Willy, you didn't just..."

But William simply chuckled, still hovering over you as he planted a kiss on your temple. "Of course, I did, babe... and now, you'll have my credit card to purchase whatever you want while I fuck you."

His words took you aback. If you weren't already slightly stunned by his actions, you certainly were now. Although you were wearing rather short shorts while lying on your stomach, perhaps with your backside slightly raised, you hadn't expected William to be up for another round so soon.

But you were so wrong. Slowly, he began to peel your shorts down your legs, effortlessly removing your pants in one smooth motion, all the while planting kisses on the nape of your neck. You weren't sure what to make of it. Was he doing this because of the tense conversation you had earlier, or was it just a fantasy of his? Maybe this spoiling thing went beyond a love language, and it was actually a kink of his.

Nevertheless, you couldn't resist surrendering to his touch once again. And as his fingers found their way between your cheeks, gently massaging your core, you couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure.

"Willy..." you breathed out as you felt his thick fingers teasing your entrance, easing in to stretch you before withdrawing. William knew he was skilled with his fingers, as he had proven just a few hours earlier. However, in this moment, he desired something else.

Standing from his seat, he removed his bottoms before returning to kneel on the sofa, positioning himself on either side of your legs. Wetting his fingers with his tongue to taste you, he then ran them over your folds before positioning himself. With the laptop screen still in front of you, displaying more desired items, you moaned again as you felt William's tip pressing against your entrance.

"Come on, baby," he spoke huskily, his breath tickling your ear and sending shivers down your spine. His words alone had your mind reeling, and as he slowly penetrated you, stretching your muscles with each inch, you felt a deeper sense of pleasure. "Good girl."

You couldn't hold back your moans as your boyfriend slowly filled you, their volume increasing as he reached your deepest point, gradually pulling back before thrusting in again, harder this time. And then he repeated the motion, establishing a slow and steady rhythm, stimulating your walls with his firm member.

"Mmm, yes, Willy," you moaned louder, feeling his pace quicken, his hips slamming against you faster and harder, penetrating you deeper with each thrust. The lovemaking from earlier had transformed into something more intense and forceful, but you welcomed it eagerly. William's cock felt incredible inside you, and you surrendered completely to the sensations, lost in the moment as pleasure built within you.

Meanwhile, William's moans echoed yours, his breath heavy as he pounded into you. "What do you want next, huh? A purse? Shoes?" His words came out between breaths, but it was difficult to focus when he was pleasuring you so intensely.

"I... I don't know," you admitted, your mind clouded with bliss, your body tingling with the approach of orgasm as William's perfectly curved shaft repeatedly hit your sensitive spot.

"What you need is to be spoiled," William moaned, increasing his thrusts as he felt climax approaching.

You realised this was definitely a kink for him. And as he drove you higher with each thrust, you gripped the sofa cushions tightly. "Mmm... Willy," you cried out. "I'm... close..."

Your words spurred him on, his pace becoming faster and more intense. "Fuck... baby, me too... come with me," he managed to say in a husky tone as he continued to pound against your buttocks, leaving a rosy hue on your skin.

It was all quite overwhelming, but as always, it was nothing short of incredible. Your body belonged to William, and he knew exactly how to please you. Whether it was his fingers, his mouth, or his delightful cock, everything he did felt amazing.

And as he kept on thrusting into your sweet warmth, he pushed both of you over the edge, your moans blending in a beautiful harmony throughout the living room. Waves of pleasure washed over your bodies as you both reached climax, your minds lost in ecstasy while William released his seed into you.

Returning to reality, you chuckled softly, surprised by the new sides to William's desires you continued to discover. And turning to look back at him as he sat on the sofa, you couldn't help but smile.

"Twice in one day, huh? I guess I really am being spoiled."

It was the perfect end to a perfect day. And these memories would be the perfect reference when you found yourself fantasising about William during his five days on the road.

The road trip flew by faster than expected, but that was a good thing, especially since you had a little purchase you were thrilled to share with your boyfriend.

William was always generous when it came to buying things for you, no matter what it was. He even replaced your laptop after breaking it back in Sweden. He'd buy you anything, especially his favourite: sex toys.

He'd gifted you a few items to explore with, and you hadn't complained. However, this time, you wanted to be the one making the purchase.

And after your shopping spree and discussion about money, you felt it was time to reciprocate. So, on Friday, when William was back in Toronto, you cheekily handed him the small box containing your purchase.

Lounging on the sofa, William chuckled lightly as he took the box. "What's this?" he asked, pausing the movie which was about to start.

"Just open it," you smiled, sitting beside him, your eyes fixed on him as he revealed the cock ring you'd bought.

"Oh, thanks, but babe?" William chuckled again. "Don't you think I last long enough already?"

You couldn't help but smile, having expected this reaction from him. "It's not just about that, Willy... look! It vibrates too."

William spent a few more minutes examining the item, and as he realised its potential, he became more intrigued about trying it out.

"Oh... well, we better put this to the test then," he smirked, leaning in to kiss your lips.

But you stopped him. "I thought you were too tired after the road trip and today's practice," you said softly, echoing his words from when he had first arrived home. "And your feet hurt..."

"Hmm..." William grumbled, his eyes still fixed on yours. "That's maybe a little true..."

"It's okay, baby. We can use it another time. I just really wanted to give it to you," you flashed him a sweet smile. "Besides, you can't always get hard when you're this exhausted," you pointed out, and eventually, William had to concede to your logic. Although he yearned for your touch, his body truly felt weary.

"Do you still want to give me a foot massage though?" William asked in his overly sweet tone, the one he used when he wanted something from you. And you couldn't help but smile at his attempt to pull off a pleading puppy face.

"Hmm, alright, I suppose you deserve it - take off your sweats then, Mister."

Although the team had the best masseuses and physiotherapists on hand, William cherished nothing more than when you offered him a massage. Not that you were particularly skilled, but it meant he could admire the sight of you gliding your oily hands over his tired legs. And sometimes, it could even lead to a spontaneous round of sex.

But for now, you simply settled into position, straddling his legs with your back against him so you could still watch the movie. After oiling up your hands, you began massaging his large, weary feet, taking your time to ensure William felt relaxed and ready for tomorrow's match. And as the movie played on, you gradually worked your way up his legs, adjusting your position as you went to reach higher.

His muscular legs felt incredible under your palms. God, he was so sexy, and the sensation of touching him made your core throb with desire.

Meanwhile, William admired your body before him. Dressed in a sleek dress from your dinner outing, your curves and your pert derrière were a sight to behold. The way you took your time, ensuring every potential sore muscle received attention, made him feel nothing but amazing.

But it was when your hips pressed against his groin that he felt something else stir. Initially too tired for anything sexual, the touch of your hands and the pressure of your cunt against his clothed cock nestled in his boxers aroused him irresistibly.

"Mmm," you heard William moan behind you suddenly. You hadn't intentionally grinded your hips against him; it was just a reflex as your mind wandered, and you enjoyed touching him. But you had no doubt what those noises meant.

Turning your head to glance back at him, you raised a brow. "Oh really? Are you sure you can get hard?"

"Only one way to find out, right," William simply smirked, resting his arm behind his head.

And intrigued by the challenge, you slowly began to roll your hips, grinding your cores together. Both of you felt a thrill of satisfaction as your needy cunt grew wetter with each movement, and William felt his member slowly hardening, his boxers becoming tighter with each motion.

The movie was nothing but background noise at this point as you both became more and more turned on, your soft moans escaped your lips as you increased your motions, grinding harder and faster, feeling your clit being stimulated by your own movement.

Looking back at the man beneath you, you noticed how he kept his eyes half-closed and his lips parted to breathe deeply. "Does this help?" you whispered seductively, knowing William didn’t need to reply - his hard cock speaking louder than words.

Basking in the sight before him, William watched you through half-closed lids, his hands finding your thighs and unintentionally guiding your movements. "Yeah, just like that," he groaned softly, feeling the urgency to remove the fabric between you growing stronger by the moment. "Good girl."

Sensing that William was eager to continue, you paused your movements, sitting up straighter and pulling your dress up over your body, letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes followed your every move, especially as you then rose from your seat and slid down your knickers. And in response, William pulled down his boxers, freeing his hard member, and kicked them aside. "Pass me the cock ring," he commanded, and with a smirk, you happily complied.

William hadn't used cock rings much before, mainly because he'd never had any issues with lasting during sex, but this one seemed to offer a new experience. And as he slid it on, feeling the initial tightness before adjusting to the sensation, he then switched it on.

"Oh," he let out a small noise, feeling a new wave of pleasure course through his crotch.

"A good 'oh'?" you asked, hopeful that it wasn't uncomfortable for him.

"Definitely."

And soon, you were back in your previous position, at William's command, offering him the best view of your ass. It was a new position for you both to try, but what made it even more exciting was feeling the vibrations as you slowly let William's cock fill you up.

"Oh, fuck..." you moaned as he hit the end of your depth, your core pulsating against him.

"Please, baby... Move..."

And without hesitation, you began to rock your hips once more, allowing him to slide in and out of your throbbing cunt. However, supporting your hands on his legs as you moved, the massage oil made it a challenge to maintain your grip.

But William's firm grip on your hips helped stabilise you. And as you rode him in reserved cowgirl, both of you were surprised by just how good it felt. His shaft found your sensitive spot, much like in doggy style, while William's mind spun with pleasure as he felt your tight walls clenching around him, your ass bouncing right in front of him. Combined with the intense vibrations from the cock ring, you both felt an impending orgasm building.

"Shit... baby, it feels so good," William moaned softly, his eyes catching sight of your reflection in one of the decorative mirrors across the living room. Your face was breath taking as your parted lips gasped for air, your eyes struggling to stay open as you pleasured yourself on his cock. It was incredibly arousing, and his eyes were fixed on the sight as you slowly increased the pace.

"Willy..." you moaned, a mix of overstimulation and tiredness washing over you with every movement.

"Yes, baby... Mmm, I'm getting close..."

Not only had you managed to make William hard despite his fatigue, but your little gift and the new position had also brought him closer to climax sooner than expected. And you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

Usually, it'd be William taking charge, sending your mind reeling as he fucked you into oblivion. But tonight, things were different. William was the one struggling to hold back, his eagerness palpable as he tried to thrust into you.

Still, he tried to control himself, aiming for you both to climax together. Yet, it seemed as if the road trip had taken its toll on him. Without the chance to masturbate, he was more prone to reaching orgasm sooner than usual, and tonight seemed like one of those nights.

You felt your own climax slowly approaching, prompting you to push yourself to increase the pace, riding William with all your strength. Yet, it was overwhelming. Your legs ached, and the sensations of the vibrations sent your mind spinning, making it hard to keep a steady rhythm.

All you could think, was that you couldn't stop until William came to release, and thankfully, it didn't take much longer. With a few more minutes of fervent movements, William's chest rose and fell heavily, his deep breaths escaping him as he closed his eyes, letting out a deep grunt and released into you.

The living room felt oppressively warm, your bodies still connected as you both caught your breath. However, you knew you had to move, the sensations from the cock ring still coursing through you. And as you slowly disengaging from William, you couldn't help but smile at his satisfied yet slightly defeated expression.

Gently removing the toy from him, William looked at you with a tired but content expression. "Shit, that was hot..."

You returned his sly smirk, settling back onto the sofa, trying to avoid any of his release from staining the fabric. "It definitely was..."

"But I'm sorry you didn't get to come, baby," William said, sitting up to cup your face.

"It's alright, Willy," you chuckled softly. "I think I’m a few orgasms ahead of you... besides, this was pretty intense for me too, so it's okay."

William accepted your words, though he usually preferred it when you climaxed as well. But considering the spontaneity of tonight and your exhaustion, he let it slide.

"Well, thanks for the gift, baby. I hope it did something for you too," he said softly, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Oh, it definitely did..."

You could almost still feel the lingering sensations from the vibrations in your cunt, and while you hadn't reached climax, you'd still experienced intense pleasure.

"I guess I don't mind you spending some money on me too then," William chuckled, pulling on his boxers before pulling you in for a cuddle.

"I guess you don’t."

It was another simple yet enjoyable evening, where you shared your deepest feelings, and the love between you was undeniable. Yet, there was one thing you wanted to discuss, something you'd been considering and were now ready to talk about.

"By the way, Willy, I've been thinking of giving up my studio completely..." you began, watching William's expression closely.

William couldn't help but smile. He knew this decision wasn't easy for you, but to him, it signified your trust and commitment to your relationship. It simply showed that you believed in him without reservation.

"Finally.”

#my asks #18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

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Catie: Do you think the henchmen need to unionize?

Cato: actually….if they HAVE to, but, I don’t think they-

Ed barges into the door with a BAM and angry footsteps

Edward: YOU TWO HAVE DONE IT THIS TIME!!

Catie and Cato: wait what?-

Edward: you’re going to explain to me why you’ve been in the Rogues! The Podcast fandom for HOW LONG and yet you NEVER talk about me even though I’m the main character!

Catie: have you like actually seen my content? I talk about you like exclusively

Edward: (sticks his hand up to silence Catie) Oh we all know what happened to your “content” while you were in England.

Edward: AND YOU…you’re a TRAITOR! You wear that symbol and color with SHAME!

Cato: Pink and Green are complementary colors, I have a brand to keep up with.

Edward: That is NOT an excuse. The idea that you are that good at drawing Jonathan Crane is vile. And now…you’re going to make it up to me.

Cato and Catie: Wait what? (Huh?)

Edward: You are going to tell ME about the spectacular, well thought out plan YOU have CREATED. To apologize to ME for your atrocious lack of Riddler themed content

Edward: So what is it?? What’s that great master plan of yours? I’m listening and awaiting an answer.

Cato and Catie fumble a bit as they try to speak on their behalf. This could be improvised between Catie and Cato while recording.

Catie snaps her fingers at a probable solution.

Catie: The Zine!!! We have a zine.

Cato: You are the main character in our upcoming Zine.

Catie: a big art collaboration featuring 36 fantastic artists, all drawing YOUR likeness.

Cato: including an exclusive interview with-

Edward: wow! Don’t care, tell me the parts about ME.

Cato: well… It features many illustrations, writings, and Comics from various moments from the hit ‘ROGUES! The Podcast’

Catie: it features mainly you, and plenty of background characters such as Jonathan Crane, Oswald Cobblepot, Laura Cameron, Query and Echo, and more! But it’s all just for highlighting your existence and greatness as The Riddler.

Edward: …. You’re just kissing my ass aren't you. This zine isn’t just about me! You’re lying!

Catie: Actually statistically you’re featured in 25 pieces while Jonathan Crane for example is only in ____ pieces which is like a ___ difference.

Edward: Do I look like someone who doesn’t know basic arithmetic?

There are some strong knocks on the door

Cato: I’ll get it.

Cato opens the door revealing Jonathan Crane

Jon: Well well well I knew I heard a narcissist and my favorite overreacter! Have any drawings of me yet? You know people go crazy when you draw me (Jon chuckle)

Cato: (forced laughter) HAHAHAHA! I'm gonna go to the other room now.

Catie: (forced laughter) HAHHAHAHAHA. You’re gonna sit down. HAHAHAHAHA

Cato: (forced laughter turns to defeat) OK OK.

Edward: No no! They’re not drawing you! They have a lot of drawings of ME to catch up on since this little Zine project isn’t even centered around me!

Jon: Of course it’s not all about you Ed. It’s Rogues! The fanzine not Riddler! The fanzine

Catie and Cato: that's right!

Catie: it features almost everyone that appears in Rogues! the podcast!

Cato: including iconic scenes from all the seasons and special events like Lockup’s Lockdown and murder in the house of mystery

Captain Boomerang for some reason: am I in it?

Catie and Cato: NO

Edward: You know. This could be a good thing. More people would see how much better I am.

Jon: You are insufferable, you know that right?

Edward: And I’m in more zine pieces than you. That means some people find me charming.

Jon: you two. When is this zine thing out?

Catie: January 31st!

Cato: and it’s free so you don’t have to pay to see it

Edward: Ah, perfect. People don’t even have to pay to see Jon’s ugly mug

Jon: Oh you're funny. That was funny.

Cato: you know what would be funny? If you guys left right now.

Catie: yeah you interrupted Cato’s vampire Jon drawing time

Jon: Vampire Jon?

Edward: And that is our cue to leave! You two need to feature me more!

Catie/Cato: yes sir will do!

Jon and Edward leave

Cato: I’m killing you

Catie: WHAT DID I DO!?

#rogues! the fanzine #cv!edwardnygma #cv!jonathancrane

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♱・𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 — kai anderson.

𝓣ags ⋮ nsfw ⭒ mdni ! fem reader・degradation・oral (m!receiving)・misogyny・spitting・piss kink・etc..

𝓐/𝖭: i tried to minimise the trauma. please scroll past if the theme makes you uncomfortable! my deepest apologies in advance!

“The fuck were you thinking? Huh? Why’d you let him look at you like that, you’re gonna leave me for him? Is that it?”

Kai was beyond anger; he was livid, tight-lipped and fist clenched as he glowered down at you.

“I swear I didn’t do anything, he just wouldn’t leave me alone!”

You protested, desperation lacing your words. Throughout Kai's live interview with Beverly, one of the cameramen had been persistently making eyes at you, going as far as asking for your phone number after the interview wrapped up. You had declined of course, but it didn’t make much difference. Kai was still pissed.

And naturally, he pinned the blame on you.

“What can I do to prove myself? I swear I’ll do anything, too-” you pleaded, “-to prove my undying loyalty to you. Please, Divine Ruler.”

His jeans were already becoming uncomfortably tight, cock throbbing at the sight of your grovelling. Fear, to Kai, was aphrodisiac. The trap have been set, and you had waltzed straight into it. Too easy.

“Get on your knees and open up.”

you complied immediately, knowing that disobedience would result in excruciating torture followed by a horrific death. He gathered up saliva in his mouth, releasing a glob of spit that found its target onto your tongue with accuracy. You flinched at the bitter aftertaste of Adderall assaulting your senses before gulping it down, and he took the opportunity to grab your face in his large hand.

“Wiiider, little slut. Don’t act all shy on me now, you know the drill..” he cooed, fingers splayed on the back of your head. With his other hand, Kai unzipped his jeans and yanked out his cock out of its confines. Thick. Pulsating and veiny. Hard already as he stroked it once, before pressing the head against your lips.

“That’s what women’s mouths are made for—one: shut the fuck up when men are talking. Two: take cock.”

He taunted in a strained voice, groaning loudly when he felt you swallow around him. He fucked your face with three rough thrusts, hitting the back of your throat each time.

“God, you’re such a pathetic little bitch aren’t you? Think that guy would spare another look at you if he saw you like this?”

A sadistic grin graced his lips as he yanked a fistful of your hair, hips bucking into your face.

“Get ready, ‘m gonna cum..”

To your complete horror and disgust, a warm stream of liquid— most definitely not cum– filled your mouth and trickled down your throat, the salty, slightly bitter taste making you gag even more than his cock had ever did. Kai held your head in place, ensuring that you swallow every single drop before finally loosening his death-grip on you.

“Now this is what you get for being a filthy whore.”

𝓙ackie’s note: i traumatised myself writing this request. also i am a disgrace to feminism.

tagging: @taintandviolent @stveharringtn @doll3tt33 @nickrhodeslittledarling @bluerthanvelvet444 @nahoyasboyfriend (im sorry)

#kai anderson smut #american horror story #ahs #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #ahs cult #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson x you #kai anderson imagine #kai anderson cult #ahs season 7 #ahs fandom #evan peters #ahs kai

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The contract - Romanoff's Assistant

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: It's your first day working in Romanoff's Company

Boss ! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant ! Reader

Warnings: none

Natasha Romanoff's Masterlist RA Masterlist RA Account Chapter II aesthetic

This morning hits different, you got up earlier than usual. You start dressing yourself up with your choosen outfit from the night before, well, from friday when you got back from the interview actually. Dress pants and black shirt, leather boots and as always your beige coat, it's your lucky charm, but don't say anything because otherwise it won't work.

You leave your apartment but not before feeding and giving Lena lots of kisses, this cat is going to be the death of you because of so much cuteness. So little and cuddly. You love when she comes and sits on your lap purring for you to caress her, so delicate, you love her.

You're walking along the avenues, luckily you're not that far from the coffee shop or work now. You make a quick stop, look at your applewatch, 7:45am, you still have time. Kate smiles at you when she sees you arrive. "Morning, girl! The usual?"

"Yes, please, and a coffee with almond milk, extra hot without sugar and the cup 70% full, please."

"So you remembered Romanoff's request, huh?" she looks at you with mischief in her eyes, oh, you certainly forgot to mention, that she already knows you have a little, not so little, crush on Miss Romanoff, that's why the look. You remember your call from friday evening.

While you waited for your lasagna to heat up, you grabbed your phone and dial Kate. "I got the job!" she screamead and you had to move the device away, otherwise it would make you deaf.

"No way, you little lucky ass!"

"Yes, I don't even know how, what if it goes wrong?" you start to doubt, "Miss Romanoff said one mistake and I'm screwed, help."

"Don't be stupid, Y/N, you'll do fine, relax." Well yeah, you don't even started yet. "I imagine you've had your eye on her."

"I mean, could you blame me? She's beautiful." Miss Romanoff is beautiful indeed.

"She's hot," so hot "you already have a crush on her, don't you?"

"I can't lie to you."

You two talked a little more until a line of customers formed and Kate can't make six coffees at the same time, you doubt it.

"Kate," you let out a sigh, "I'm her assistant, the first thing I have to do in the morning is get her coffee, also, so do you."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say." she says as she prepares the coffees. You hand her the money and look at you watch again before she pass them to you, 7:53 am, shit, you need to hurry.

"Thank you Kate!" she waves back and you walk out as fast as possible, god these boots are not for rushing. But you got into the building and reached the elevator on time, 7:58am.

Fuck, hurry up, please. You mentally said to yourself, cursing the machine. You got to the twenty-seventh floor at 8 o'clock, ugh on time. You leave the coffees on your desk and wait for Miss Romanoff to show up.

You turn on the computer and go through the agenda, it's already organized so you don't have to do much. Not even five minutes pass and Miss Romanoff makes her entrance, how can this woman look like this at eight in the morning?

"Good morning, Miss Romanoff," You get up from your chair and grab her coffee, "I brought you coffee." she looks at you up and down as she takes the cup, taking a sip of coffee with a smirk on her face.

"So, coffee the way I like, you're on time and you're presentable."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff."

She goes on her way to her office and you go yours to the desk. You continue making appointments in the agenda and suddenly it's already 10am, how fast. You see that Miss Romanoff has a charity event offered by the Stark family and needs confirmation, you write the event in the agenda, the computer and on a post it in front of her, to much, huh? Interrupting your thoughts, you get a call saying Miss Romanoff is needed on the 5th floor.

You head to her door office, you can't see inside but you know she can sees you. knock twice waiting for her to let you in. "Come in" you hear her say and you walk into her office closing the door behind you.

"Miss Romanoff?" she looks up from her and scans you.

"Yes, Y/N, what's up?"

"I wanted to inform you that this Friday you've a charity event offered by the Stark family, it requires confirmation and they need you now on the 5th floor" You say and wait for her response.

"Thank you, confirm my invitation and yours too and call the 5th floor, tell them I'm coming, look for me in fifteen minutes, I'm busy and I don't want to waste time." She stops and takes some papers with her, you step aside and open the door for her to leave, you see her go to the elevator and disappear once it closes the doors. You send the confirmations to the event, but you didn't know that you'll have to go.

When trirteen minutes pass you call the elevator and play the 5th floor to get Miss Romanoff back, you arrived and started to looking for her in the hallways. She didn't said where you were suposed to look for her. Passing the cubicles separated by glass panels, a woman comes out and you take the opportunity to ask her about Miss Romanoff.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, Miss Romanoff's new assistant, can you tell me where she is? She needs to attend to an important call."

"Hi, I'm Debbie, nice to meet you. Yes, she's down the hall with Lou, the accountant."

"Thank you very much, it's a pleasure for me too" you walk to the end until you find the accountant's office, knock twice and wait for the order to enter. You hear gasps and don't want to imagine what they are doing inside. You hear a 'come in' and take a deep breath before going inside, for your surprise, Miss Romanoff is sitting in front of the accountant's desk and the other woman is standing serving two glasses of water.

"Y/N, what's up?" She turns her head around to look at you.

"Miss Romanoff, you have an important call, they said it can't wait." She rolls her eyes, is she kidding?

"Y/N, this is Lou, our accountant" She points the other woman and then you, "Lou, she's Y/N, my new assistant."

"Nice to meet you, Miss"

"The pleasure is mine, darling." She smiles at you, making you gulp, Miss Romanoff therefore, looks at the other woman and rolls her eyes again. She gets up from her chair and walks out with you. You both reach the elevator and go to your respectives offices.

You spent the rest of the day reviewing plans, events, and trips. Schedule and rearrange appointments for tomorrow and when you look at the clock it's already 5pm, you hear Miss Romanoff calling you into her office.

"You called me, Miss Romanoff?" You stand halfway at the door.

"Yes, come in and close the door." You do what she says and stay standing in front of her desk, you just hope you didn't do anything wrong. You feel nervous remembering that everyone must be leaving by now. Well you don't think you'd done anything wrong.

"I want to talk to you about something, Y/N," you gulp "sit down."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." You do what she says and sit with your legs crossed.

"Don't be afraid, you didn't do anything wrong. I called you so we can talk about the contract, payment, schedules, and I need some confirmations from you." She grabs one of the two folders in front of her and hands it to you.

You open it and the first thing you see is my salary, you don't know if you're dreaming or if you're seeing things wrong but here it says 120k, you didn't even think that the assistants earned that much, you expected 60k at the most.

"Miss Romanoff?"

"Yes, Y/N." you look at her

"Is this amount serious?"

"Yes, do you prefer monthly or fortnightly?" oh god I can't believe it.

"Monthly? I thought it was yearly," you whispered under your breath, "Monthly is fine, Miss Romanoff." She noted something in her folder, which you guess must have the same documents as your.

"Okay then, go to page three," You turn to the page and read, your schedules Mon-Fri 8am-5pm, Sat 9am-1pm, lunch break one hour, any time you choose. "Are your schedules okay with you?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff."

"Perfect, we already have the basics confirmed. I need you to tell me if you are willing to go on business trips, go to events, meetings and all this kind of thing. Everything is detailed on page 5 onwards, you don't have to answer me now, tomorrow you can bring me the signed folder with what you can do and what not. You will also have a card in your name for expenses that we make on trips and for the clothes that I ask you to wear, is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff, all clear"

"You can go, Y/N." You got up from the chair, grab the folder and go to your office, find your handbag, put on your beige coat and walk to your apartment.

You arrived and left everything on the table in front of the couch, You went to your room to take off your clothes, take a shower and put on your pyjamas, the black short silk with lace edges, you love it, it is very confy.

There is nothing you like more than a relaxing shower, leaving there smelling like vanilla, how nice. You go back to the kitchen. It's 8:45 p.m. dinner time. You open the fridge but you find it empty, you must've forgot to do the groceries again, well, pizza will be. You order and while you wait for the delivery you go to pour yourself a glass of white wine. You receive the pizza, pay and go to the couch and find Lena in a super adorable position, picture worthy, she's very cute.

While you eat, you read the contract, it seems like a very good offer, obviously you're going to take it.

Passport. Yes

Travel in the country. Yes

Travel abroad. Yes

You keep reading and you find everything reasonable, you ended up marking everything 'yes' and you send Kate if you have a work trip if she can take care of Lena.

Kate ☕

Of course I'm going to take care of that adorable little kitten

Great, one less thing to worry about.

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#Romanoff's Assistant #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #black widow #elizabeth olsen smut #lizzie olsen #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff smut #natasha smut #natalia alianovna romanova #mommy natasha #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #mommy wanda #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader

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pensat-i-fet · 11 months

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Al teu costat (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Hi!! I got a request to do something similar to this Pedri imagine and I was trying to make it different enough and came up with this idea. Then somehow felt the need to add Catalan phrases to it because why not? Here we read, we laugh and we learn 😅 enjoy ❤️**

Word count: 2584

Masterlist

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"You two go to Eindhoven for the women's Champions League and you two to Vigo. All clear?"

"Shouldn't I go to Eindhoven? I've been covering the women's matches all season".

"I know", says my boss. "But the men's team is going to Japan right after the match and we need you on that plane. I was about to tell you about that but you interrupted me".

"Who else is coming with me there?"

"It's just you", he says, surprising me. I haven't been doing this for long enough to be sent alone to any matches. Even friendlies.

He grabs my arm gently to move me away from everyone else. "I get it. You don't want people to know about you and Gavi and this is another opportunity for people to stick their noses where they don't belong but it's also a great opportunity for you to prove yourself. I know you can do this. And you'll be flying with the players too. So it won't be as bad".

Yeah well…it's also a 15-hour long flight so I doubt having my boyfriend there will magically fix everything.

But he's right. It's another moment to prove how good I am at my job. I'm still always the youngest and ever since the rumours about me and Pablo started to show up on social media, it's been tough. Everyone is paying way more attention to me than I wanted. And not for the reasons I wanted them to pay attention to me.

[You]: I'm going to Japan with you so one less gift for your list.

[Pablo]: you are? Your boss is the best! And you can sit with me on the plane.

[You]: I'll sit with the rest of the press. We don't want more rumours 🙄

[Pablo]: if you think I'm going to spend 15 hours on the same plane as you but not with you, you don't really know me 🤣

He's right, of course. But all my colleagues are always looking at us to see if we show any signs that we really are together. Probably to be the first ones to post about it online. It's so boring.

"Breathe, just breathe", says my colleague Adrià when we are about to take off.

"You say it like it's easy".

He just laughs. He's used to this because I always have to travel with him. "It'll be Pablito's job to remind you later. At least with him you can cuddle or whatever. It'll help".

"Yeah".

I hope it does. But for now, it's time to worry about the match. Concentrating on my job helps me clear my mind a bit. It always has. And before I realise, we’ve made it to Vigo. This flight was short. The next one…

This Celta-Barça match is the last one of the season for both teams. One is fighting to stay in La Liga while the other one won it weeks ago…and it shows. I mean, Pablo isn't even on the starting line up and he plays almost every match.

When Adrià and I are walking towards the radio section, we see him coming out to inspect the pitch, eating some sweets.

"Great pre-match meal, huh?"

"It's how I got all these muscles you like so much", he says, flexing his arm.

I shake my head while Adrià laughs. “You two are too cute”.

“Do you want one?”, says Pablo, showing us all the sweets he has in his pocket.

“Sure”, we both say, picking one each.

“See you later, gorgeous”.

“Too cute”, says Adrià again and I hit his arm.

The 2-1 win means Celta avoids relegation and the whole stadium celebrates the result. But for me, it’s time to get all my stuff and make my way to the airport. It’ll be Adrià who stays to do the interviews this time.

There aren’t many journalists travelling with the team, but they are all staring at me after one of them announced I’m going to be in the player’s area and not with them.

“We never even get to travel with the players anymore but she gets to be with them in first class while we get chronic back pain on those tiny seats”.

“Well, they have to keep little Gavi happy”.

Their laughs make me want to get up and leave but I won’t give them that satisfaction. But their comments get to me. Of course they do. And that’s why when the players show up and Pablo looks at me, I shook my head. I know it hurts him to be rejected, but he also understands why I have to do it.

And it’s only 15 minutes later that I get to join him, and the rest of the team, on the plane.

“Where do you want to sit?”

“I don’t have a preference”, I say, already feeling anxious. Pablo, on the other hand, is acting like an overexcited puppy. And that makes me want to try and hide my fear even more so I don’t ruin this for him.

“Let’s go there. Do you want the window seat?”

“No”.

He takes my laptop bag to put it away and then leads me to the seats he likes. This plane is so big. Too big. But it also feels very small. Can this piece of metal really stay in the sky for so long?

"Do you want some?", says Pablo, offering me more sweets.

"No, thank you".

"Must be the first time you say no to sweets but it's pretty late I guess", he laughs. "Do you want to watch a movie or nap?"

"Yeah", I say, not really listening to him.

"Yes to which one?"

“What?”

He gives me a funny look but doesn’t comment on my reaction. “Movie or nap? What do you prefer?”

“Movie”.

“And cuddles?”

“Of course”, I answer, trying to match his smile.

I try to just focus on the movie and Pablo’s arms around me, protecting me. But they can’t protect me from this fear. Nothing can.

“Tinc por” (I’m scared), I whisper, barely aware I'm speaking.

Pablo looks at me worriedly and not just because of what I said. He knows I only switch to speaking Catalan in front of him when I’m being serious about something. He found that out the few times he pissed me off. And I also do it when I wake up in the morning mumbling nonsensical stuff. But the rest of the time, I speak only Spanish to him. Even if he’s always trying to learn new words in Catalan to say to me because he knows I find that adorable.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Flying".

"What? Since when? You fly for work all the time".

"And it's horrible all the time".

“Why did you never tell me?”

“It’s not as if you could help”.

“So was I supposed to find out when we went on holiday together?”

“I guess. Are you mad I didn’t tell you?”

“Yes. I don’t want us to keep big secrets from each other. But I’m more annoyed I can’t do anything to help you. Should I ask for a sleeping tablet for you? If you’re sleeping you won’t feel bad”.

“I thought about taking one later”.

“Better if you do now and get some sleep. And I’ll have time to figure out how to help”.

“Are you going to Google for tips on how to help?”, I joke.

“Yes”.

“I’ve already tried them all but I appreciate it. I appreciate you”.

While we wait for the flight attendant who’ll bring me my sleeping tablet, I hold onto Pablo tightly. He’s the best remedy to all my problems and doesn’t know it.

"You can leave when I'm sleeping".

"No, I can't".

"Pablo, you've played for 45 minutes and need to move around a bit. You can't just sit for so many hours".

"Stop worrying about me".

"I'm your girlfriend. It's my job to look after you".

"And it's my job to look after you".

I just shake my head at his stubbornness, hiding a smile while I take the tablet. Hoping it’s a strong one that will knock me out for a good amount of hours, I put my head on Pablo’s shoulder and close my eyes.

"Pablo?"

"Yeah?"

"T'estimo molt (I love you so much)".

"I love you too. Sleep well now. You need the rest. I’ll be here by your side the whole time".

When I wake up, I feel so groggy and confused. I notice a weight on my shoulder and see that it’s Pablo’s head resting there.

“Are you feeling better?”, whispers Robert when he notices I’m awake.

“Yes, thank you. I can’t move now, though”.

He laughs too before turning back to watch his movie. And I know I should grab my laptop to get some work done, which will also help me stop worrying about still being on the plane. How long until we get there? An hour and a half. I’ve slept for 13 hours. That’s…a lot.

I need to do something to avoid overthinking so I try and pick up my phone moving slowly.

“What are you…wait!”, seeing me awake wakes Pablo up immediately. “You ok?”

“Yes. I’m fine. We’re almost there and I have to do some work. That always helps”.

“I googled…”, his little blush makes me smile. “It didn’t help much. Unless you let me hypnotize you”.

“You already did. How do you think you managed to get me to date you?”

“So funny”, he says, rolling his eyes and smiling. “You really are feeling better?”

I nod. “And please tell me you didn’t stay all 13 hours here while I slept”.

“I didn’t. But I was always close and looking at you to make sure you were ok”.

“Good”.

I dedicate the last hour on the plane to work and thankfully, after all this suffering, we make it to Japan.

Our routine to avoid people’s comments is exhausting. The team leaves the plane and I have to wait until they are all out. When we get to the hotel, it’s me who gets there first. I don’t get to stay in the same room as Pablo, but it’s the same hotel so just being seen together on the lift could create some drama. And then when some players leave for events they have to attend, we also leave the hotel at different times…only to meet at a café we saw when we got there.

“Fancy seeing you here”.

“Let’s go see the city. Away from all those jealous idiots”, says Pablo, taking my hand. A part of me fears that if he finds out what they say about me, he’ll stop giving them interviews. And that will make me the bad guy for sure.

After a nice romantic walk, we go back to the hotel to rest before the match. A match that doesn’t mean much football-wise but has a lot of sentimental value since it’s against Iniesta’s team. I grew up seeing him play so I’m as excited as all the players are.

The match ends with a 2-0 win for Barça and when I go back to the tunnel to hide from the rain, I hear Pablo calling my name.

“What is it?”

“Come with me”.

“Where?”

“Just come”.

“Pablo…”.

But he doesn’t listen to my protests, moving his hand to grab mine before realising what he’s doing and just telling me to follow him again. So I do.

“Here she is. My girlfriend”.

When I see who Pablo is talking to, I try not to freak out. He’s introducing me to Andrés Iniesta? I have to remind myself to be professional before talking.

“Hi…it’s really nice meeting you”.

“Nice meeting you too. Gavi told me you needed to record a little interview for the radio? I wasn’t going to do any but I guess I can make an exception for him. Or for you”, he laughs.

For a second, I just stare at Iniesta. He’s talking to me and wants me to interview him. How is this my life?

Pablo notices what’s going on and touches my arm to wake me up from my daydreaming.

“Yes. Just two minutes. Let me get my phone to record it. Thank you so much, really”.

While we record the interview, Pablo leaves to meet Iniesta’s kids and then we all leave the stadium and I don’t get to see him until we make it to the hotel.

“Thank you for the Iniesta interview. It’s…a dream”.

“I get it. It was also a dream to play against him”.

I smile at him, suddenly not caring at all about who sees us. “Do you want to hang out before we leave? I have to write an article but it shouldn’t take long”.

“I need to take a nap, sorry”.

“Ok”, I say, slightly disappointed. “I’ll see you at the airport, then”.

Three hours later, I’m surrounded again by all my lovely peers. Noticing their whispers doesn’t bother me anymore. Who cares what they think?

So when I see the players arrive, I walk towards them. I can notice all of them looking at me, surprised. But no one is as surprised as Pablo.

“What are you doing?”

“Hanging out with you guys”.

“Since when?”, laughs Eric. “I thought you were ashamed of being seen next to us”.

“Only of being seen next to you, García”, I joke back.

We keep chatting and get to the topic I didn’t want to think about.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of flying. I used to be a bit but now I do a lot better”, tells me Robert, and I don’t know if it’s true or just him trying to make me feel better but I appreciate it anyway.

“Yeah, it used to be worse for me too. But it’s still hard”.

"It's easier having your boy by your side, right?”, asks Eric.

“A little”.

Pablo grabs Eric’s arm so he can whisper in his ear. And Eric whispers back. What are they doing?

"Sempre al teu costat" (Always by your side).

“Sempre?” (Always?)

“Sempre”.

Even if I can notice everyone’s eyes on us, I hug my boyfriend. And once again, no one is as surprised by my actions as him.

“They can see us”, he whispers.

“Let them see us. I don’t care”.

After the hug, we keep hanging out with the rest of the squad. And when it’s time to board, I grab his hand and hold it until we reach the place.

But all the adrenaline from finally confirming what everyone suspected goes away when I’m back inside the plane.

“Don’t freak out. I got you some things”.

“You what?”

I turn to see Pablo getting a bag out of his backpack.

“I got these tablets which are supposed to calm you down. They have natural ingredients so you can have the sleeping tablet too if you need to. I also got you an eye mask. The lady at the store said you won’t be able to see anything so that might help too. And…where is it? Here! Pillow spray. It’s supposed to be good too, I don’t know. It smells like lavender, it’s nice. I’ll keep it if it doesn’t work”.

"When did you buy all of this?"

"When you were writing the article and I said I would just go nap".

“Why are you perfect?”

“Just trying to help”, he shrugs.

“Having you near me was enough but let’s try all of this!”

#pablo gavi #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #pablo gavi fluff #footballer fluff

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A3! Spotlight Event Translation - Spotlight (Secret): Ikaruga Brothers & Hyodo Brothers & Shadows in the Moonlight (1/19)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Prologue: Secret Special Feature

*door opens*

Kasumi: Hi there.

Izumi: Kasumi-san!? Wait, did we have a meeting scheduled today?

Kasumi: Nope. I had an interview nearby, so I decided to stop by.

Izumi: Oh, I see! That surprised me.

Kasumi: Ahaha. I guess my little prank was a success. I’m glad I happened to bump into Isuke outside. Oh right. Thanks to all of you, our last feature on Flora High and Tsuku High was a huge hit. It looks like everyone can’t stop longing for their youths, huh?

Izumi: I guess so. I’m glad all the readers enjoyed it. Ah. You came all the way here, so please have some tea. I’ll make some right now.

Kasumi: Aw, thank you. Actually, I also brought something I’d like to pass along to you. I received a whole lot of these, so I’m sharing them with you.

Izumi: Woah, thank you so much! Are these sweets? They’re all Christmas-y and adorable!

Kasumi: Hehe, aren’t they? There’s several different types of packaging…. This one’s a Christmas tree, and this one looks like Santa.

Izumi: Ah. Is this one a gingerbread man? Christmas is just around the corner, alright.

Kasumi: Mm, I wonder if I can ask…

Izumi: ? What is it?

Kasumi: What are your plans for Christmas? Naturally, I’m going to spend mine with my daughters… But I wonder who Director will be spending it with.

Izumi: I’m… not telling.

Kasumi: Aw~.

Izumi: You’ll see if you come to the MANKAI dorm.

Kasumi: Ahaha. Doesn’t that mean you’re going to spend it with all the troupe members?

Izumi: Fufu. I heard it’s common to spend Christmas with your family overseas.

Kasumi: Family…? I see. Why don’t we make “family” the next “Spotlight” special feature then? Because we’re family, there are sides of each other that we know, and on the other hand, sides of each other that we don’t know. And there are surely bonds that you would never be able to form anywhere else. I’ve always wanted to write an article about that kind of special, deep relationship. During this season, I’m sure each family has their own Christmas stories and such. We can ask troupe members who have family or close connections within or outside the troupe. What do you think?

Izumi: Family, huh… (Speaking of families, we have Juza-kun and Kumon-kun, Misumi-kun and Madoka-kun, and also…) (Hisoka-san and Chikage-san, I suppose?) (If we’re going to make a special feature, then the Hyodo brothers might be a good choice…) (But I think it would be safer not to reveal the relationship between Misumi-kun and Madoka-kun since he's still just a student and part of another troupe.) (As for Hisoka-san and Chikage-san…) I-It’s really hard to explain…

Kasumi: Hm?

Izumi: Ah, nothing! … …I think there are lots of different types of families, not just one. There are families that society would call "normal families", and there are also families who have missed each other and are now finally growing closer, little by little… There are also families who may not be related by blood, but the strength of their bonds are even stronger than that. MANKAI Company is like one big family, so I consider all of them my family. That’s why when you say “family”, it’s a bit hard to narrow it down…

Kasumi: …I see. That’s very true. A “family” is a special relationship, so it can be difficult sometimes. I mean, even our home is a bit different than what society considers normal as well. Alright, let’s discuss the next special feature again in a proper meeting next time.

Izumi: Sounds good. (I know I was declining the offer in a roundabout way, but I’m grateful Kasumi-san understood.) (Though, I do feel sorry I turned down the special feature just like that. I’ll have to properly explain the circumstances and apologize later…) (It won’t fill in for the feature, but I wonder if they’ll tell me if I ask them. About their special memories with their precious family members—)

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#a3!#a3! translation #spotlight (secret)#hinamori kasumi #act! addict! actors!#AND WE'RE OFF #merry christmas everyone #who wants to cry with me #edit: it's actually 19 parts haha oh my

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Down in New Orleans | Vox x Alastor’s Child— OATSH

Summary: Vox goes to New Orleans to surprise you. It doesn’t go exactly as he intended.

He’d read the book. He’d read it in its entirety. Once in the span of a week and twice more casually over the span of three and a half months. He had pages marked, words highlighted, notes in the margins.

He hadn’t seen you since you left back to Louisiana but he wanted to. He’d sent you letters and received some replies.

Now he was in New Orleans with the perfect excuse. It was Mardi Gras season and he knew a show-runner whose show took place in New Orleans. Even if he recalled you saying it was completely inaccurate.

Although the celebration was cancelled officially due to the war, he had little doubt in his mind there would still be celebrations. People found a way no matter the circumstances. It was just their nature.

He exited the airport and hailed a taxi.

He had a vague idea as to where to go due to the radio station address he’d been using as he didn’t have yours. When he got there, he just started walking.

You had been right, of course. Though the architecture was certainly differently inspired, it wasn’t so different from what he saw back in California. There weren’t nearly as many outlandishly colored buildings or festive decoration as the show-runner incorporated into his sets.

It was - fairly normal town, much like what he would expect.

When he got to the radio station, he knocked on the door. An older man opened the door, large glasses in his face and tightly coiled, greying hair on his head.

“May I help you?” he asked, with a rasp only a heavy smoker had. He asked if the man knew of your whereabouts. “Are you one of those reporters or one of the fans?”

“Call me a bit of both. I’ve interviewed her before, yes, but I’m not here on business.”

“Uh-huh. Well, you can try The Sherry Diner,” he said.

“Thank you very much for your time and information. Good day to you,” he said.

“Good day to you all!” the man said with a wave and fake smile as he closed the door.

It took some more questions but eventually, he found himself at the diner.

On the exterior of the building was a chalkboard, stating the name and day’s specialties. The inside was mostly lit by the wide windows, the lower half covered with green curtains. The floors were wooden and creaked slightly. The chairs and tables were rather the same but with table clothes covering the tops of the tables, a pale yellow in color. It was quaint. Not what he expected.

The place was still fairly full. People at probably half of the tables. Chit-chat filled the air along with jazz that played on the radio.

“Can you top me off?” a man asked.

“Of course, here you go, Ford. I’ll be with you in a minute, sweetheart,” a woman’s voice, soft and curling around the words with a southern drawl, said as she called the last part out over her shoulder, towards him. He looked over and realized it was you. “How’s your mama doing? I heard she got hit real bad with the flu? She alright now?“

A bell rang and you started walking away but the man still answered, “That was a couple weeks ago. She’s doing better now. Still a bit slow but nothing she can’t handle.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear it,” you said as you grabbed a tray with a bowl of soup and plate of bread.

You just placed the food on the table when you turned towards the door. “Sorry, about that. What can I—“

Your eyes widened when you saw him. He smiled and waved at you right before the tray hit the ground.

“You alright, cher?” Ford asked, moving to get up.

“I— I’m fine,” you said slowly, not taking your eyes off him as you knelt down to pick up the tray. “Why don’t you find yourself a seat, sir? I’ve got some. . . things I need to check on in the back.”

Then you were gone. A woman stood up from her seat, dark hair and complexion, extremely tall, and called your name. “Girl, are you okay?” she asked as she followed you in the back which seemed allowed even if she clearly wasn’t a waitress.

That left him alone with many peoples eyes on him. He found himself a seat.

In the kitchen, you burst through the doors and pushed yourself against the wall, tray held close to you like a shield.

“Is he still there?” you asked the cook who looked out the window and nodded as Inez opened the kitchen door.

“What’s going on?” she asked. “Who is that man?”

“He’s the show host,” you told her. “The one I told you about that wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“I thought you liked him,” she said. “Do I need to go beat him up anyway? I’ll do it.”

You shook your head as you grabbed her arm. “I don’t know what to do.”

“How about your job?” the cook suggested.

“Shut up, Lloyd,” Inez hissed through her teeth. The next second though she was soft spoken, “How ‘bout you just breath.”

“I don’t even know how to talk,” you told her. “I don’t use this voice in interviews. I didn’t use this voice at all while I was up there. Ain’t no way they were gonna take me seriously.”

“If he so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll sleep with his wife,” she said.

“The hell?”

“Shut up, Lloyd! Ain’t nobody talking to you!”

“He doesn’t have a wife,” you told her.

“Then his mom.” She cupped your face and pressed her forehead against yours. “Do you need me to go tell him to leave or do you want me to wait on him or neither?”

“I— I can. . . I’m over exaggerating.”

“No, you’re not so what do you need me to do?”

“I can do it. I’ll do it. Just can you not leave until he does?” you asked.

“Of course, honey. Do you want to go out first or me?”

“You can go, I just. . . I need a second.”

“Of course.”

She placed a kiss on your forehead and stood. Lloyd gave her a look and she flipped him off as she left.

As soon as the door opened, she met eyes with the infamous show host. You didn’t talk about him much. Really, you didn’t talk about many personal things but she did know of him. Now that she thought of it, she recalled seeing his face on the television with you.

She sat back down where she’d been. Some now cold and unfinished shrimp and grits in front of her.

You kicked yourself off the wall and followed after her a minute later.

You could do this. It’d be fine. You just talk to him like anyone else. You weren’t in his world right now. He was in yours. You knew the rules.

“So, what drink can I get you started with this evening, sir?” you asked.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked instead.

That simple question threw you completely off once again but this time instead of causing you panic, it made you relax. You knew this man. It was alright.

“No, you don’t have to do that. You just caught me by surprise is all,” you told him.

“That was half the intention but I was more expecting ‘wow, you’re here’ instead of ‘let me run in the back for ten minutes,’” he said but you could tell from his tone he meant it in good fun.

“Well, it’s not every day a man like you walks in here and I wasn’t prepared for figuring out what in the world I should do,” you said.

“And what are you supposed to do other than be your darling self?” he asked.

You floundered for a moment before just vaguely gesturing. “I can’t be like this on television and be expected to be taken seriously. People expect a certain act, not a southern waitress.”

“I like your accent,” he said simply and earnestly.

You felt your cheeks flush at the words. From a man like him that was. . . it meant something.

“Well, not everybody does. What can I get you started with?”

“I put my fate in your hands.”

You leaned close to his face. “My taste in food’s gonna kill you so why don’t you look at that menu while I get you something to drink. Since you haven’t told me anything, I’ll go with the unoffensive water.”

You were gone before he could reply.

#one author two show hosts #vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader

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whineandcheese24 · 17 days

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personally, I'm not at all disappointed that they gave Buck a queer arc before Eddie, or that they switched love interests, and I actually feel better about this interview for a few reasons

Point 1 - Buck is bi, Eddie is not: This is my personal hc so no hate if you disagree, but I always viewed Buck as bi, and Eddie as demi. We know he had issues with Ana and is now having issues with Marisol, but he really did seem happy and comfortable in those moments with Shannon, which is why I never quite got on the "Eddie is gay" train. I know the chances of a major network tv show (or even any tv show) actually using the word demi out loud is slim, but it's still what I want and think fits best (and I wouldn't be surprised if they left Eddie unlabeled, seeing as they haven't even officially given Buck a label), and having Eddie get into a relationship with Tommy would feel as shallow and not-right as his previous relationships. This story of meeting a guy and having a crush and being kissed and asked out by a guy when you've never even conciously considered guys before just fits better on Buck than it would on Eddie.

Point 2 - Buck needs to go first: Jumping off the last point, if we're going with the opinion that Buck is into men, while Eddie is into Buck (which I've seen a lot of support for within the text and the fandom) then Buck needs to have his arc first. I can't see Eddie even considering that his feelings for Buck are more than platonic without Buck coming out. By having Buck come out first, Eddie has the chance to look at him and go "huh? didn't realize that was an option" (kind of like how he did in the coming out scene with realizing Tommy, a character established to be very similar to Eddie, is gay). Buck's character arcs tend to be loud and blunt with him getting hit on the head by the point, he learns by doing. but Eddie's arcs tend to be calmer and quieter and more introspective, with little things building up until they blow over, he learns by thinking. By having Buck come out first and date, not just a guy, but a guy Eddie's friends with who is very similar to him, it becomes another little thing that can help Eddie on his journey

Point 3 - Eddie can still be queer: One of the worries about this interview might be that they decided a queer Eddie arc didn't work, but the way I see it, they were considering queer Eddie. Not just in a jokingly-sending-my-costar-fanfiction way, but in an actual writers-and-directors-etc-are-seriously-considering-this-arc. That's huge. And we joke about Lou going to pr jail, but this is a serious thing, and the cast and crew know that. I seriously doubt if they weren't comfortable with the audience knowing they wouldn't have told Lou not to say anything, or that he didn't still ask if he could talk about it. The way I see it, the cast and crew and writers and network were seriously considering giving Eddie a queer arc, and are okay with the audience knowing it, maybe because they're considering giving him a slightly different queer arc in the future.

all this to say: This arc with Tommy works best with Buck having the physical experience of dating a man, and Eddie watching from the side and starting to consider it in his own mind. And just because they dropped Eddie's arc with Tommy, doesn't mean they can't give him his own different arc later down the line

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #demi!eddie #911 abc #911 season 7 #tommy kinard #911 speculation #bisexual #demisexual #ryan guzman #oliver stark #lou ferrigno jr

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justmeinadaze · 11 months

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Playing the Game Part 10 (Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I bare you this gift because I can! (And I love you).

There's definitely a taglist somewhere. Idk where it is. Please enjoy! This series was my first time writing for Daddy Steve. I think I've gotten better. ENJOY! <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sub Plus Size Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut, angst, and all the fluff. Steve and Y/N get into a fight and he throws a tantrum (and something of the readers against a wall).

Word Count: 3432

It had been two years since you started your relationship with Steve Harrington. You two had been living together for just shy of a year and happier than you ever thought you could be. Your sex life between you guys had hit heights you didn’t think possible. Before he moved in, you both had just started treading the line of Steve being more dominant in the bedroom.

Now he was more than comfortable when it came to punishments and keeping your bratty butt in line. The quiet moments were even sweeter, when he would hold you after and tell you how much he loved you. In the mornings, sometimes he would surprise you with breakfast in bed or at night take you out to a fancy dinner where he could show you off, dancing with you till the restaurant you were at had to close.

Your family fully embraced him especially since his dad still hated that you were together. Instead of cutting Steve off like he threatened, he severely reined in the income he provided to his son hoping that it would scare him enough to leave you causing fights between the two of you often.

“Steve, I feel bad! I feel like you struggle because of me!”

“Baby girl, I’m alive because of you! You woke me up to what actually being fucking happy feels like!”

“That’s sweet and everything but some of the extra stuff you insist on doing for me is financially draining you—”

“Don’t talk down to me like your him! I have enough money to take care of us AND give you the life you deserve!”

“But the thing is you don’t!”

“What should I do, huh? You want me to break up with you so I can get my inheritance back? Then what? I’ll just go back to my apartment, sit alone, and just be miserable for the rest of my life. But, hey, at least I’ll be rich!”

“Penny for your thoughts, babe.”, Robin smiles as she bumps you with her hip.

“I just…I don’t know. Steve’s been acting kind of different lately. I feel bad because I know he wants to take care of me and be that ever attentive boyfriend but with my salary and his income at Family Video…”, you sigh. “I wish he understood that I don’t need the extras. I just want him.”

You friend pulls you into her arms as she hugs you.

“The financial thing won’t be an issue too much longer if he lands this job at his dad’s firm.”, Eddie retorts as he continues staking comics on the shelf in front of him.

“I’m sorry. When he what?”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours in apprehension. “I…thought you knew. He’s been interviewing at his dad’s office these past couple of weeks.”

You glance at Robin whose eyes are just as wide as yours. “He didn’t mention anything to me.”

“Why did he tell you, Munson?”

“Again, I thought you knew, sweetheart. He didn’t imply that you didn’t. He picked me up from the bar about a week ago wearing a suit. I asked him why he was all dressed up and he told me. No hesitation of anything.”

As if on cue, Steve enters your store shaking his umbrella before placing it near the door. As he turns to face everyone, he realized you guys were already staring at him.

“Hey?”

Your head tilts to the side as you fold your arms over your chest.

“Wow, holy shit. Look at that comic I see on the wall over there in the back of the store where I can’t hear a thing. Eddie, can you show it to me?”

“No. I want to watch her kill him.”

Steve’s head turns to his friend as Robin growls. “Come on, you idiot.”, she scolds as she tugs on his arm.

“Ok, apparently I did something.”

“You look good, Harrington. No interview at your dad’s firm today?”

His jaw tightens as he walks towards you, placing his jacket on the counter.

“Not today no. My final interview is Friday.”

“And you didn’t tell me because…”

“I knew you would get mad.”

“You’re fucking right I would except now I’m even more angry because you hid it from me. Steve, you can’t work there. It will be like living with him all over again.”

“First off, you need to check that tone, little one. Secondly, I handled it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Y/N, it’s a good job. I’ll make more money, benefits, and things like that. And… he said he would give me my inheritance back even if we stay together.”

Your mouth opened to say something but the words wouldn’t come out. The only words you could manage to muster out was a meek but strong, “Fuck you.”

Steve’s eyes lit a blaze as he stepped closer to you. “Want to try that again?”

“Fuck. You. EDDIE!”

“Yes! Yes, ma’am!”, the boy exclaimed as he skidded around the corner.

“Close the store for me tonight.”, you glare at Steve as you toss the metalhead your keys. “Daddy and I have some things we need to hash out.”

###########

You angrily slam open your apartment door as you both stomp inside.

“Well, baby girl, where do we begin?”, Steve asked sarcastically.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare call me that right now Steve. I am furious with you!”

“You just called me by my title in front of one of our friends. I can call you whatever the fuck I want and you have no right to be angry with me! You’re the one that’s always saying you feel bad because you think it’s your fault that my father cut me off. Now I’ll get the money AND have a better income. What’s the fucking problem!?”

“The problem is you are going to be fucking miserable! Do you really think that makes me feel better?! You working somewhere you hate? Why does it have to be with him?! There are so many other companies you can apply for.”

“My father runs almost every major company in Hawkins, honey. There is no where I could go where I wouldn’t be under his thumb.”

“Then why leave Family Video. You love it there and working with Robin.”

“I love you more.”

“Steve, what does that even mean?! I have never asked you to be anything more than yourself and to do what makes you happy. I’ve also told you a thousand times I don’t need extra things like fancy dinner dates or jewelry!”

His head snapped towards you then, glaring at you through angry eyes. “Fine! You know what? Fuck it! You’re right, Y/N. I spoil you too fucking much. We don’t need these extra things. You don’t want me to take you to dinner that’s fine.” He glides past you into your shared bedroom and starts pulling things out of your closet. “These clothes and my suits? Don’t need them.”

Steve grabs the box you keep your jewelry in and hurls it across the room. “Won’t be needing that anymore. From now on, baby, I’m going to be one of those strict Daddy’s. You don’t need any of these things or want any of the nice shit I do for you, right? RIGHT?!”

“Jesus, you’re already starting to sound like him.” He charges up to you till his face is hovering just above your own. Your fury filled eyes meet his as you stare at each other. “Steve, I—”

“Don’t talk. Just listen, little girl.” His nostrils flare as your jaw clenches. This was the first time since you told him the origin of your hatred for that name that he had used it and it still seemed to get a rise out of you. “I’m tired of having this fucking fight. I know you feel bad that my dad cut me off but that had nothing to do with you. That was a long time coming. Do you seriously think being me, I wouldn’t have done something to piss him off.”

“Then why work for him, Steven?” If he was going to use the name you hated, you could play that game to. His face twitched in anger but you noticed something else that you hadn’t seen before. “Are you hiding something from me? Beside the interviews…”

He turned away from you, grabbing his jacket as he headed for the front door. Hastily, you ran to cut him off, placing your body in front of it.

“Daddy, what’s going on?”

“Move.”

“No.”

“God, you are just on a roll today with being a fucking brat.”

“Said the baby who doesn’t feel man enough to tell me the entire truth.”

He snickered as he took a couple steps aways from you. A few moments passed before he finally spoke.

“I went to a jewelry store with Jonathan a couple of weeks ago. He was looking at engagement rings because he wants to purpose to Nancy. While we were browsing, I kept thinking ‘This would look beautiful on Y/N.’ or ‘I bet baby girl would love this one.’” He chuckles out a sigh as he turns to look at you. “Honey, even a down payment on the cheapest engagement ring is over a month’s worth of my income at Family Video. Then I got to thinking ‘Geez, Harrington. Can’t even afford the fucking wedding ring. How are you going to help pay for the wedding? Honeymoon? A house so you and Y/N can start a family? Kids…”

“Steve—”

“So you’re right. Not only am I not man enough to tell you the truth but I’m not man enough to fucking give you the life that you deserve.”

You felt terrible. He had never mentioned any of this to you so you thought he has trying to make more money to be able to provide you extras but instead was willing to work under a man he hates to give you what he considered as necessities.

“Steve, I—”

“Just move, Y/N. I need to clear my head.”

You threw your arms around his waist as his remained at his sides. “Daddy, I love you so much. I wish I could make you understand, I…I don’t need a fancy ring, honeymoon, or even a fancy house. All I need is you. If you want to work at a different place or make more money that’s fine. I support you but don’t do it for me. Do it for you and do something that makes you happy.”

He sighed; his tone still stern but much softer than before. “This is the last time I’m going to ask. Move. Or I will move you.”

You did as you were told and he slammed the front door as he left you alone.

#############

Steve wasn’t gone for long, coming back an hour and a half later to find you on the floor of your bedroom next to the pile of clothes he had thrown with your knees to your chin and your head in your lap.

He moved the bottle of vodka to your side out of the way as he sat down, leaning against the wall behind you.

“Y/N…”, he began but your gravelly voice cut him off.

“I hate when you leave like that.”, you turn so your watery eyes can find his. “I know you’re just trying to cool off but I hate not knowing where you are especially after a fight. I get scared you’re going to disappear again.”

“I went for a walk. Just around this little area, ya know? There’re these two-story houses back there.”, he gestures absently outside. “There’s one in particular with stuff hung up in the window that have to belong to a little boy’s room. Sometimes, I picture me coming up the driveway in my BMW, running up the walkway in my suit and some kind of ratty but overpriced brief case filled with documents I don’t care about.”

You scoot back so your closer to him as you listen to him speak.

“I would open the door and see my beautiful wife sitting in the living room with our kid who definitely has my hair…” He smiles when you giggle. “…and you’re reading them one of the new comics you got from the store. As I head towards you guys to see what you’re up to, I pass our wedding photo. Robin has on this goofy pink bridesmaid dress you picked out but she’s rockin’ it.”

“I always liked purple.”, you grin.

“Oh, that’s a good choice. Eddie and Dustin are making stupid faces that they refer to as metal.”, he playfully rolls his eyes. “You stand out though…in your gorgeous white dress that just flows perfectly around your hips… and you have this…fucking beautiful wide smile…”, Steve’s voice cracks as he turns his head away from you.

“Daddy…”

“You think I just want to make more money to do this extra stuff for you and yeah, I do. I wish I could do more than just dinner and a fancy necklace. My dad always took my mom to Europe and things like that before he fully settled into being a douchebag. But the things I do for you now, I do because I CAN afford them and I do them because I fucking love you. This job? My inheritance? I’m doing that for us.”

His hand reaches out to caress your cheek. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, baby girl. I want THATlife with you.”

You tackle him, crashing your lips to his. Steve’s back falls against the floor as you straddle his waist, his hands brush your hair back as he holds your face to his. Your kisses come with a sense of urgency as if you’ll explode if you don’t have him right this moment.

Leaning back, you hastily pull off his shirt as his own palms rip yours open. Pushing the garment down your arms, he tosses it to the side as he sits up to suck on that sweet spot on your neck that has you running your fingers through his hair as you moan.

As your hips grind against his, he groans, flipping you on to your back as he yanks off your bra and squeezes your tits roughly in his hands. Steve’s tongue plays with your nipples as your back arches, pushing yourself harder against him.

“Please, Daddy. F-fuck. Fuck me.”

He growls at the sound of you begging, needing to be inside of you just as badly. With your legs still clinging to him, he sits back on his knees to unbutton your pants, trying desperately to tug them off. Quickly lifting yourself up, you unbuckle his belt blindly as your mouth trails kisses up his stomach.

Steve sighs happily above you as his fingers tangle in your hair before pulling your head back to kiss your lips.

Raising your body, you allow him to remove your jeans and panties so he can do the same as you get to your feet. You wrap your arms around his neck as he follows you to your bed, collapsing on top of you as his tongue glides along your skin.

“Daddy. I need you…please…”

“You need me? Where do you need Daddy, baby girl?”

You whimper as you roll your hips, dragging your pussy lips along his cock. “I need you inside of me, Daddy. I need you to fuck me.”

Steve smirked as he spit into his palm, stroking himself a few times before guiding himself into your core. Your eyes rolled back as he gradually lowered his chest to yours, balancing on his elbows as he gazed down at you.

“How do you need it, honey? Do you need it deep…and…hard?” With those last few words, he roughly thrust his hips into yours, grinning as your mouth fell open. “Yeah? Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes—mmm—your cock feels good. Tell me…tell me more about…our future, Daddy.”

A breathy laugh escapes his chest. “What do you want to know?”

“Are you still fucking me like this?”

His grin grows as his forehead presses against yours. “Baby girl, I’ll be making love to you till we physically can’t and even then, the nurses will have to pull us apart.”

You laugh and he stops moving as he watches you. “How do you see our future?”

You lift your head to kiss him. “All I see is you.”

Steve pumps into you again at a faster rhythm as you drag your nails down his back. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you do.”

Your hands clung to his shoulders as the ball in your belly dropped and you panted out moans as you came.

“Yes… fucking good girl. My good girl.”, he praises as he chases his high.

His breathing stutters as he grunts just above your lips. Pressing him tighter to you, you felt him warm your insides as he thrust his seed into your sex.

Delicately, he pulls out of you, Steve’s strong hands behind your back as he lifts you to your feet.

“Be careful, baby. Don’t step on the things here.” He gestures towards your jewelry box he threw. You silently nodded as he led you into the bathroom and prepared the shower.

“How much control would he have over you?” Steve looks down at you in confusion as he guides you under the water before following behind. “Your father?”

“Not much but he owns the company and is in the building so…” As he starts to clean your body, he notices your eyes stare off into the void. “What are you thinking, honey?”

“My dad has been wanting to invest some money and purchase another business in Hawkins. Right now, he just owns the shop my mother works at. I shouldn’t say just…I mean the store has made a lot of money for them both. What if… he could convince the owner to sell Family Video?”

“Y/N, if he wants to invest money somewhere he should do it in you. You love that comic bookstore.”

“Yeah, but I love you more.”, you respond coyly raising your eyebrow as you repeat his earlier words. “Plus, the lady that owns my store is barely involved and trusts me with everything so it’s basically already mine. Steve, my family loves you and he would definitely take care of you, Robin, and Keith.”

His forehead leans down against yours as you wrap your arms around him.

“It wouldn’t hurt to talk to him about it.”

“Yay!” Steve smiled against your kisses as you excitedly brought his lips to yours. “I just want you to be happy….I just want you.”

After finishing your shower, he dries you, tugs one of his shirts over your head, and places you into bed. You watch him as he wonders around the room, tugging on some shorts before bending down to gather your jewelry box in the corner.

“I’m sorry for this.”, his jaw clenches as he hangs his head. “I’m sorry if I scared you or anything.”

“You behaving like a baby doesn’t scare me.”

Steve chuckles as he smirks in your direction. “I deserve that.”

“You hiding things from me and then leaving like you did. THAT frightens me…”

“I deserve that to.”, he sighs. Steve walks on his knees towards the side of the bed and reaches over to pet your head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner that I was interviewing at my dad’s firm. Seeing those engagement rings had me both excited and terrified. I spent so much time not being with you when I could have been, you know? I feel like I wasted so much time being a dumbass that I want my life with you to begin as soon as possible. I’m just broke as hell.”

He smiles when you laugh. “You started off sounding like this would be a great proposal speech and then ended it like that!” Your fingers grip the ones he has resting on your cheek. “Baby, you could purpose to me with a zip tie and I would say yes. Our wedding could be in the Hawkins grocery store wearing overalls with messy hair and I would still say I do. You don’t need to impress me with over the top or even traditional things. I’m already impressed, Daddy.”

Steve leans up to kiss your lips, yelping jokingly when you pull him on top of you.

“Now that was a way better proposal speech, baby girl.”

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Dead Plate (Part 1)

hello!! its been a while since ive posted but here i am!!! so this game is Dead Plate created by STUDIO INVESTIGRAVE

i had played one of their games before, Elevator Hitch, and i really really enjoyed it! so im very excited for this new game that theyve released

though, this game is probably really different from Elevator Hitch, because that game was a visual novel type of game while this one has restaurant tycoon gameplay

still, im very excited

i hope i can get all the endings today (but probably not) as always, spoilers under the cut!

i know its literally just the title screen BUT it looks very classy

also the music? its a bop like yo BellKalengar is the composer and sound designer and like yo!! amazing job its literally just the title screen and im amazed already LMFAO

alright then lets begin

lolol i like the way they named the buttons for doing the tutorial, skipping the tutorial or just leaving the game on auto progress time to show up at 5 am then

the art is really cute these characters are really cute too esp the protag

i know its just the tutorial but i am very nervous LOL doing service jobs make me nervous (even tho this is only a fictional one)

bro protag why did u skim the interview thing 😭 is that why u've had 28 jobs in 7 years ��

ooh interesting the cooks have an order in which they cook meals i need to remember that

wow so theres a lot to do huh theres seating the customers, taking their orders, bringing those orders to the kitchen, serving the food, going to the cash register to take their payments, cleaning up the tables AND throwing out the trash its a lot more than i was expecting,,,, lol good luck to me i guess

so like fun fact im actually not that good at playing games LOL esp this kind of game where theres like people and they have like a happy meter kind of thing going on i wonder if any of the endings will be tied to how well we do during the work day ?? probably

also can i just say that the music is really good i like the kinda jazzy (is that the right word??) vibes going on

it makes me less nervous about serving customers since its very chill LOL

WHY IS THIS CUSTOMER HITTING ME WITH A HARD QUESTION

I HAVE NO IDEA IF WE HAVE TO-GO BOXES OR WHATEVR WHAT HUH ?????

there is a right answer and i have no idea what it is im gonna lose my mind please. ok well lets pick an answer

im gonna go 'no' since the restaurant has a strict menu that changes daily right? so maybe they wouldnt do to-go boxes or ordering ahead and stuff (RIGHT???)

oh phew ok i picked the right one

LOL the banter between the protag and the tutorial guy (i dont know his name)

??? what the hell this customer just left right as i got the food bro 😭😭 have some patience damn this aint a fast food place

now i have to throw away this perfectly good meal (sorry cooks)

oh no now the real game is starting uhh aight alright then lets go

ok so that was like only three customers, i did pretty well but the day's not over yet shdajhsdsakhj i feel like a disaster n it was only three customers LMAO

oh it was only 3 customers for day 1 nice (i got jumpscared by the sound effect for the day ending LFMAO)

ooh green onion rolls,,, it looks good damn now i want to eat LOL

BITCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?????? damn,,,,

the music for this area is pretty chill tho

THE BATHROOM IS FLOODING??? AGAIN ?!??! BRO ??? THATS DISGUSTING

the window has a horrible view its just another building

oho? she? who???

bro dont leave the dishes for later thats sooo gross

??? HOW DID YOU BURN CEREAL???? WHAT DID YOU EVEN DO ??

i am appalled at the protag's lifestyle i cant even

so he has not finished writing lyrics and love letters for this girl he mentioned earlier the game is not revealing her name and im wondering why hmm its very sus

sorry im laughing so hard??? its mostly empty except for some cans and the fucking green onion rolls im cackling?? they look so out of place in this fridge LMFAO

bro how are you so bad at cooking that you burnt food in the microwave??? what are you doing???

wait. is his bed the couch???? bro i feel so bad for this guy

he biked through the rain,,,,, and he thought doing it fast would dry him,,, in the rain,,,,, im starting to understand why he somehow managed to burn cereal

he doesnt own an umbrella

aww this is cute thanks boss

he LIVES here??? wow damn his apartment is upstairs thats very cool

LOL protag keep ur mouth shut

day 2 here we go

SHIT HELP I TOOK TOO LONG ONE OF THE CUSTOMERS LEFT NOOO im restarting jkdsljlds its a good thing i saved

ahh i did way better this time but the day ended right as i was about to take out the trash LOL

oooh those look tasty too

oops ok so like i started day 3 right

well i was like 'i'll take out the trash before serving any customers' so that i can just easily clean up the tables right

uhh but then suddenly this happened ??? so like protag dropped the bag and cut their finger and the boss is having an odd reaction to the sight of blood methinks

HTHE BOSS JUST SLAPPED HIM ??? WTF

bro he just slapped him then was like 'oh dw someone else will clean it up' hello???? you just slapped ???? me ???

ok then moving on to the rest of the day i guess??

kinda weird looking but it still looks appetizing (the magic of art LOL)

oh shit theres a magazine ?? oops im gonna go back and read through previous ones oh nevermind its just the same one lmao

ohhh so this is where i buy items ok aight

and this catalogue is how our protag knew about the job for a waiter it also has an interview with our boss (Chef Vincent Charbonneau, i finally know his name) about the low number of employees i was wondering why we were the only waiter in the restaurant and i guess thats why

ok i bought the rollerskates cuz i need to be faster for the customers

oh and u can interact w the telephone to call 'her' but she doesnt pick up oof

sorry what is happening right now

what is that weird squelching sound?!?!?

BRO?? WTF WAS THAT ??? so like his body felt itchy, pressed Z to scratch and then suddenly lines were all over his body and then knives came out and i am so very confused

i think that was just a dream but what a weird nightmare

i guess onto day 4 then ?? at least i have my sick new rollerskates now

ooh that looks tasty

man i think im too slow cuz the timer always runs out while one more customer is still around lmfao, oh well

oh shit another nightmare

ohh so i can only equip one item at a time hmmm well since i bought the watch anyways i guess i'll use it

PFFT A CUSTOMER LEFT SORRY LADY,, she was waiting to be seated but i was preoccupied with serving food oopsies

restarting the day then

the nightmare hmm is the protag's name Rody since thats what it says on the label

DAMNIT I TOOK TOO LONG AGAIN

ok im just gonna use the rollerskates this time

AGGHH I KEEP TAKING TOO LONG ON THIS ONE CUSTOMER

restarting again,,,,

should i just let it go? probably but im not going to

IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND IVE RESTARTED SO MANY TIMES

ok well youve not seen it but i have restarted day 5 soo many times and i am hungry so,,, here's where i'll leave it for today

even though i am struggling and getting frustrated, im really enjoying the game so far! i wish i wasnt so terrible at playing it so i could see more of the story LOL

like what is up with the boss? who is this girl that the protag likes so much? what is up with his weird nightmares??? and will i ever be able to finish day 5 ?????

tune in next time LOL byebyeee

#dead plate

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