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bestie is on a roll !!

Daybreak

mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, mike's pov, 1 (one) instance of dirty talk, creampie, consensual somnophilia, alternative continuation of this post ✩ masterlist ✩ read on ao3 ✩ ✩ part 1 ✩ part 2 ✩ part 3 ✩

Mike’s mind tended to drift on his drive home from Freddy’s. Most mornings he spent thinking about you — what you were wearing, if you were awake or if you were sleeping, whether you left the light on the nightstand on. Your panties were nestled in his free hand as he drove, which gave him a pretty good idea of what to expect when he came home. He rubbed the lacey fabric between his fingers as his entire body hummed with anticipation.

As he pulled into the driveway, his thoughts began to run wild. He planned what he’d do as soon as he entered your shared home. He could picture himself entering your bedroom, eyes scanning over your hardly covered form. He’d gently pull the covers off of your sleeping, exposing yourself to him. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to rein in his thoughts.

He hurriedly exited his car before he could get too worked up. His keys jingled against the lock of the front door, and he took in the early morning silence of his home. The house was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.

He set his bag down quietly beside the door and kicked off his shoes. He threw his jacket and vest over the top of the couch and made a beeline for his bedroom. He gently pushed open the door, careful not to wake you. The soft glow of the rising sun filtered in through the blinds illuminating your sleeping form. It was still dark enough that he could see the faint glow of the lamp on the bedside table.

Mike gently pulled the covers back and was satisfied to see that you were just wearing one of his old t-shirts. You were sleeping on your stomach, the round globes of your ass peeking out at the bottom of your shirt.

His cock jumped in his jeans at the sight and he palmed himself. He eagerly popped the button of his jeans and let them fall around his ankles. He slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs and wrapped a hand around his weeping cock.

He could’ve come undone just looking at you, but he forced himself to stop after a few hasty strokes. His briefs quickly joined the pile of discarded clothes along with his shirt. He climbed onto the bed and kneeled beside your legs. You had one leg hiked up while the other one was straight, providing him a small glimpse of your heat.

He situated himself in the space between your legs and ran a finger through your folds. You were already wet for him, and he wondered if you’d dreamed about him, about this.

He pulled away, and his hands drifted over your ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh. He guided his cock between your folds, biting his lip to stifle the groan that left him. He ran the tip of his cock over your clit and watched as your breathing stuttered.

He wondered if you’d awaken once he sheathed himself inside you. Would you wake up as soon as the head of his cock breached your tight cunt? Or would take a few thrusts of his hips to rouse you from your slumber?

He teased your entrance with his tip before moving to circle your clit once more. He wondered who he was torturing more, you or him. He couldn’t wait a moment longer and he was plunging inside you, inch by agonizing inch. He moved slowly to not disturb you, but he was rapidly losing his hold on any restraint he had left.

He stayed fully seated within you for a few moments so you could adjust to his length— he didn’t get to play with you as long as he normally would’ve liked. Slowly, he began to move his hips, and with each thrust, he pulled himself out farther and farther. You stirred slightly under him, and he hesitated for a moment. You let out a small whimper. He wondered if that was your way of begging him for more, and he gave a cautious roll of his hips.

You clenched around him, and he let out a needy moan. He began rocking his hips once more, eventually finding a rhythm that had his eyes rolling the back of his head.

He leaned down to press sloppy kisses against the side of your neck, and you stirred once more. Your eyes fluttered open as you turned your head to the side. You furrowed your brow as you regained your senses before letting out a breathy moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot within you.

You arched your back and lifted your hips, allowing him to reach even deeper inside you. He reached under you and drew sloppy circles against your clit.

“C’mon baby, be good and cum for me,” he urged as he felt the familiar coil in his belly tightening.

You responded with a high-pitched whine and before he knew it you were cumming around his cock. His hips stuttered against your own as he neared his own orgasm.

With a final, deep thrust of his hips, he was filling you to the brim with his release. He groaned as he continued to ride out both of your orgasms.

After a few more drags of his hips, he stilled within you and attempted to catch his breath. Slowly, he pulled out and watched his cum drop out of you. He wished he could sear the image into his mind forever.

You slowly rolled over onto your back and looked up at him. “Good morning,” you murmured, grinning sleepily.

He breathed out a laugh, “Good morning to you too.”

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PEETAAAAA

hiiiii can i request a smut one shot with peeta🥰 anything you’d like. thank you!!!

Dress || Peeta Mellark

peeta mellark x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, fingering, mentions of panty stealing, continuation of this post masterlist ✩ read on ao3 ✩

Effie isn’t lying when she mentions that the Capitol spared no expense for the reception at President Snow’s mansion, although it’s probably pocket change for the Capitol. Humongous parties like this are the norm, after all.

Your engagement ring’s an unfamiliar sensation on your finger but not an unwelcome one. You link your arm with Peeta’s as you explore the mansion. The ceiling of the banquet hall replicates the night sky and reminds you of home. You wonder if any of the Capitol citizens have ever seen the night sky. The lights from the city are usually too bright, and you doubt many have bothered to venture outside of the Capitol.

You walk through the ornate halls, exchanging pleasantries with dignitaries and various guests. As the night wears on you begin to think that your cheeks might cramp up from all the smiling.

It isn’t long before you find where the food is being kept and your mouth waters at the sight. Tables are laden with every kind of dish you could imagine and even more that you’ve never seen in your life line the walls.

“It isn’t fair,” you whisper as you gaze at the various tables.

Peeta turns to you with a barely-masked grim look. “People are starving…” he began but you’re quick to cut him off.

“I know.”

Before you know it, you’re sampling everything you possibly could, determined not to let anything go to waste. It’s no time before your moments of peace with Peeta are ruined by your prep team descending on you. Their drunken babbles mix together, but you do your best to keep up with what they’re saying.

Octavia questions why you aren’t eating and you brush her off with a laugh, claiming to be unable to fit another bite. This causes a chorus of high-pitched laughs to break out amongst your prep team, and you shoot Peeta a confused look which he mirrors.

“No one lets that stop them!” Flavius exclaims as he leads you and Peeta to a table holding thin-stemmed wine glasses filled with a clear liquid.

Peeta picks one up to take a sip, and it’s almost comical how fast every member of your prep team moves to stop him.

“Not here!” Octavia shrieks.

Venia points to doors that lead to the bathroom, “You have to do it in there or you’ll get it all over the floor!”

Peeta looks between the glass and your prep team, quickly putting the pieces together. “You mean this will make me puke?”

You attempt to hide your disgust while your prep team chuckles.

“It’s so you can keep eating. How else would you be able to try everything?” Octavia says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Peeta sets the glass gently back down on the table and holds his arm out to you. “I think it’s time for a dance. My love?”

Peeta leads you onto the dance floor and pulls you into his arms, mimicking the stance of the dance Effie taught you not too long ago. The dances at home are more lively than this, but you appreciate the closeness this one provides.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” he murmurs, and his jaw tenses.

You run your fingertips along his shoulder and then give it a reassuring squeeze. “Just one more night, and then we can go home,” you remind softly, a small smile gracing your features as you attempt to comfort him.

He leans his forehead against yours, sighing. “I can’t wait.”

You pull away slightly, eyes flickering to the front pocket of his suit where your panties are safely nestled. He follows your gaze and grins slyly.

“You know, I think there are a few rooms we didn’t explore,” you suggest, looking at the crowd around you. Most people are too busy with their conversations to notice you.

The soft music comes to an end and you give a small curtsy while Peeta bows back. He takes your hand and leads you through the opulent halls of the mansion. Candlelight illuminates your path as you follow him, and a jolt of the thrill of what’s to come runs down your spine.

Your adventure leads you to a nearly empty hallway and Peeta picks a room to peek into. Once satisfied with the apparent emptiness of the room, he pulls you in and shuts the door gently behind you. He spins you around and before you know it, his lips are on yours. You’re quick to deepen the kiss, and he lets out a small groan in response.

You pull away to catch your breath and turn your head to admire the room you’re in. It’s elegantly appointed with plush furnishings and a canopy bed. Peeta takes the opportunity to trail kisses down the side of your neck, and you lean your head to the side to give him more room.

Peeta’s hands begin to wander across your body, caressing any skin he can reach as he nudges you closer to the bed. Your mind is screaming at you to stop this and return to the party, but the ache between your legs proves to be much more persuasive.

The backs of your thighs hit the mattress and you clamber onto the bed as quickly as your dress will allow. Peeta follows you and his lips are back on yours within an instant. You groan into the kiss, already becoming lost in him.

He runs his hands up your legs, pulling your dress up along with it. You nearly forgot how exposed you were the entire night until the cool air of the bedroom hits your dripping heat. Peeta kneels between your legs, and you spare a glance at him. His eyes are half-lidded and his cheeks are flushed and he looks absolutely perfect.

Your eyes dip down to the very obvious tent in his pants and you can’t help but reach for it. He watches as you palm him, occasionally grinding against your hand.

You tentatively reach for the button of his pants and look up at him for permission. With a nod of his head, you pop the button of his trousers and tug the zipper down. Clumsy fingers reach within the waistband of his briefs and free his cock from its confines. Peeta groans as you slowly stroke him.

He drags his fingertips along your thighs, slowly nearing where you need him the most.

You buck your hips unconsciously, desperate for his touch, as you continue to gingerly stroke him.

Peeta slowly, sinfully, circles your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance, earning a mewl from you. He presses a finger inside you, pumping it slowly before adding another one.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as he touches what feels like the deepest depths of your insides, and your grip loosens on his cock as you get lost in the sensation of him.

He removes his fingers and you whine at the loss, but he quickly satiates you with the drag of his cock through your folds. Your fingers tangle in the bedsheets on either side of you, desperate for something to hold onto.

“So beautiful, my love,” Peeta murmurs as the head of his cock teases your entrance.

“Please, Peeta,” you whine as you grab onto his forearm, the cuff of his suit wrinkling under your grasp.

He chuckles before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “S’okay, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

Slowly, he pushes inside of you and your eyebrows knit together as you focus on taking all of him. You’ve never felt so full in your life, and it was making your head spin.

Your hands slide up to cup Peeta’s face, and his pulse quickens under your fingertips. You tug him closer, longing for his lips on yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet, much unlike your heated and needy movements moments ago. Slowly, Peeta begins moving his hips and you gasp against him. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and your cheeks flush.

You pull him impossibly closer as the pace of his thrusts increases and he presses sloppy kisses against the column of your neck. He pins your arms on either side of your head and intertwines your fingers with his.

Peeta rests his head against your shoulder and with every roll of his hips little pants and moans leave him. You wished he would be louder, but you feared you’d be shot on sight if you got caught. Although, it would be a very memorable headline for the evening news.

“You’re so,” he begins but is cut off by both of you moaning as he reaches a particularly sensitive spot within you and you clench against him. “Fuck, my love.”

“Faster,” you whine against him, acutely aware of the amount of time you’ve been gone from your own party.��

Peeta ruts deeply within you as he quickens his pace, and the moans that left him cause your cheeks to flush. His head resting on your shoulder allows you to hear every little noise that he makes, and you love every single second of it.

You reach down to where you’re connected and draw hasty circles against your clit, causing the familiar coil inside you to tense. You’re not sure whether it’s the final roll of his hips or your fingers circling your clit just right that throws you over the edge, but you let out a loud moan that Peeta quickly swallows with a kiss.

His hips falter against your own, and Peeta quickly pulls out of you. You whine at the loss, and Peeta kneels between your legs as he strokes himself once and then twice before his release coats your inner thighs.

You attempt to catch your breath as you watch Peeta come down from his high. He leans down and captures your lips in his. You smile into the kiss, momentarily forgetting what awaits you outside the bedroom door.

You pull away and cup his face, “We should probably rejoin the party. I think Effie will be looking for us.”

He sighs as he leans into your touch, “It was nice to forget for a moment where we are and why we’re here.”

“It was,” you nod as you lean in for one last kiss. Peeta is quick to oblige you before pulling out his handkerchief and cleaning up the mess the two of you made.

He rights himself before helping you to the edge of the bed, careful of your skirts.

“Do you think people noticed?”

You huff out a laugh, “For the sake of our lives, I hope they were too busy with the food.”

“It’d certainly make our act more convincing,” he grins as he helps you stand. Your legs are a little wobbly and you cling to him.

“You keep making my legs feel like this, and it won’t be an act anymore,” you tease as you both near the door.

He leans down to whisper against the shell of your ear, “That shouldn’t be a problem.”

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Outlast: Chapter Nine (Sam Giddings x Reader)

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1K

4:07

Sam was usually the one that was put together, the one that everyone could rely on, but when it came to you, she was stressed out beyond repair.

She bites her nails as she anxiously awaits your return. She wasn’t a big fan of this idea—leaving Josh outside—anyway, and your being purposely vague was making it worse.

She knew you were hiding something, and as soon as you got back to the safety of the lodge she was going to wring it out of you.

Sam ignores Ashley’s whines behind her as she begins to pace back and forth, deep in her thoughts. She mentally checks over all of the events that have happened tonight.

Chased by a psycho who was actually their friend, and apparently another of their friends is dead and two more are still somewhere out in the woods—

Sam’s thoughts are cut off by a sob escaping Ashley’s lips.

She sighs. “Ash, honey,” Sam approaches Ashley’s shivering form, placing each hand on the other girl’s shoulders and rubs her thumbs along them in an attempt to calm her. “They’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Okay? Just hang tight. Chris, Tex, and Mike will be back soon and we can figure out a plan.”

“I’m sorry,” Ash sobs, dropping her head in her hands. “It’s just—what the fuck is happening?”

Before Sam can respond, a sharp knock on the lodge door interrupts, drawing both girls’ attention to it. Sam turns back to Ashley, patting her arm. “See? Perfect timing. That’s probably them.” She moves to unlock and open the door, but her smile slowly vanishes as she sees only two people in front of her—and her girlfriend isn’t one of them.

“Where’s Tex.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and Chris awkwardly shuffles away from Sam and closer towards Ashley as Sam glares up at Mike.

“She wanted to stay,” he replies.

Sam crosses her arms and her stare hardens even more.

Mike rolls his eyes. “Look, I tried to get her to come back, but you know how she gets.”

Aggravation seeps from Sam as she huffs out a quick fine towards Mike and turns away from the rest of the group.

God, why couldn’t you care about your own safety for once? You were really stressing her out.

And here she was supposed to be the adventurous one.

Sam doesn’t have much more time to think about what you’re up to when a banging on the door sounds.

A faint let me in! can be heard and the voice is without a doubt Emily.

Chris is the first to reach the door, opening it for Emily as she falls inside.

“Shut the door! Oh my God, shut the door!” she yells out, scooting as far as possible as she can away from it.

They guide her all to the Great Room, sitting her on one of the couches as she tries to compose herself.

“I didn’t think I’d make it,” she mutters.

“Em, are you okay?” Chris asks.

“The hell was that?” Mike pipes in.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Ashley whispers.

“Guys!” Sam cuts in. “Let’s give her some space, okay?”

The three stop, and the pause allows Emily to continue.

“There was something out there!” She cries. “Like, something bad.”

Chris furrows his eyebrows. “Like what?”

Sam sighs. “Em, relax...it was Josh. It was all Josh.”

“That issue’s been fixed,” Mike adds in from behind Sam, and she glares back up at him.

“No, no. Guys, you’re not listening!” Emily yells out, frustration evident in her voice. “There’s something else out there. Something really bad. Like…a monster.”

4:18

The ropes around Josh are just nearly untied when the unmistakable screech of the creature—of the Wendigo—fills your ears.

And it’s not very far away.

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter.

You take in your surroundings. The shed is almost entirely one big open space, not giving you many places to hide. Josh is clearly still out of it, uttering random phrases that are unintelligible to you. He keeps swaying and squirming, and you know he’ll be instant bait for the Wendigo.

“I’m sorry, Josh.” You wince, both at what’s about to come and the pounding headache that still ruminates inside you.

“Huh?—”

You wind your fist back and knock Josh out with one swift punch.

“It’s for your own good,” you say, hoping he can hear you, but also for your own comfort.

You get to work quickly. Josh is a lot heavier than you expected, especially with the stuffed overalls he’s still wearing weighing him down. You maneuver your arms through his as you try to pull him to the side, somewhere out of the open so the Wendigo doesn’t see him. But the rustling that you hear causes you to drop him quickly and find your own corner to hide from the creature that had just entered the shed.

You stay as still as you can, holding your breath as the Wendigo crawls into the shed, its head swiveling back and forth. Josh’s body is still laying on display, and you fear that the Wendigo will take him, even if he is unconscious.

When the Wendigo turns its head away from where you hide against a small pile of junk, you slowly reach into your waistband for your gun. When your hand hits nothing, you mentally curse. Once again, another thing you desperately needed that you left at the lodge.

You can only watch helplessly as the Wendigo snatches up Josh’s body with ease.

But a glimpse of black on the Wendigo’s wrinkly, leathered shoulder has you doing a double take.

It was unmistakably that of a tattoo. One in the shape of the butterfly. The same design of your friend’s tattoo, your friend that you lost a year ago.

Hannah?

4:30

You’ve already been waiting a good couple of minutes when you hear the crunch of snow outside, alerting you to someone out there. You listen closely, and there are two things you notice. One, there are definitely two pairs of footsteps, and two, those are definitely humans—not a Wendigo.

“Fucking damn,” you mutter as you stand up from your crouched position, trying to go through as many possible plans you can in a couple of seconds to try to save who was out there. But what could you possibly do with no weapon on you?

You didn’t know who would be coming out here right now. Mike and Chris surely would’ve told the others that you voluntarily hung back to keep an eye on Josh.

Was it the two of them, back to retrieve you for some reason? Or—and it better not be—Sam coming out here, wanting to see you?

You tug at the roots of your hair in frustration, and soon you can hear the voice of Chris just outside the closed doors.

“Here!”

The doors swing open carelessly slamming against the walls, and it takes all of the power in you not to run up over there and throttle Chris.

His eyes widen as he sees the empty stool that Josh was once sitting on, and you jump out of your hiding spot before he has a chance to speak again.

You raise a finger to your lips and your eyes widen sternly, indicating to Chris that he needed to shut the fuck up. As you approach, you’re startled to see that the person with Chris is someone you don’t recognize. It’s an older man, and by the amount of equipment he has on, he’s someone who’s been hardened by this environment, not someone who was called here to save you all.

Someone who definitely knows about the Wendigos and the curse upon Blackwood Mountain.

There’s a glint of familiarity in his good eye as he gazes upon you, almost as if he knows of your knowledge, of all that your parents have told you. Does he know them?

You can’t even ask him before Chris interrupts.

“Where’s Josh?”

“Shut it!” You hiss, your tone much quieter than his. “He’s gone. We can’t leave here yet. It’s not safe.”

Chris ignores you and shakes his head stubbornly. “No, we need to go back and warn the others.” He turns to leave the shed, and the strange man follows, likely trying to pull him back in. But Chris stumbles back into the snow, the man right on his heels. You stay back in the safety of the shed, lingering as you hope the man can convince Chris to get back in.

But within seconds, the rustle of the trees causes the blood to rush from your face. You know the Wendigo is very near, and it is definitely not happy.

You see the man gesture for Chris to stay still, and all seems to be going well until the Wendigo jumps right in front of the two.

“Run! Go! Now, now!” The man yells at Chris, and he himself only gets a few steps forward until the Wendigo nimbly darts across the area, a gangly arm outspread as it slashes the man’s throat with ease.

He goes slack and his body drops to his knees, his head detached from his shoulders as the now detached part rolls away from the owner, and closer to you.

You wince as you turn your head away from the unseemly sight, catching as Chris clumsily raises the shotgun in his hands and aims it at the Wendigo that is now poised to jump and attack him. His shot miraculously hits, and the Wendigo goes tumbling back.

“Oh, shit!” Chris stumbles backwards, falling into the snow, but he eventually gets up and runs away, disappearing into the forest as the Wendigo chases after him.

Hurriedly, you run out of the shed and over the man’s body when the Wendigo is a safe distance away. You scour his person for anything that would be of use to you; you immediately go for his flamethrower, strapping it securely around yourself. You notice a flask on him and take a quick swig before placing it back where it came from.

Now armed, you follow the path that Chris took back to lodge. You can only hope that you make it back in time to help him, but the unexpected weight of the flamethrower has you slowing down as you struggle between both it and the weight of the heavy snow on your feet.

4:43

It takes longer than you expected to make it back to the lodge, and the sight that greets you is not a pretty one. The Wendigo is nowhere in sight, but neither is Chris’s body—only his head remains.

You inhale shakily as you see the furious red of his blood stain the pure white snow beneath it. You run over and see Ashley standing in front of the door, one palm flat against the glass and another covering her mouth as she cries.

As you approach the disturbing scene, you have to avert your eyes as you can feel the tears pooling up. If you were just a minute faster, you could have saved him.

Mike appears from behind Ash, pulling her back as he quickly unlocks the door for you. He grabs your arm and pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you.

“Come on, we gotta get down to the basement. Now!” He ushers Ashley ahead and you follow the two behind, clinging to the flamethrower like a lifeline.

“What the fuck happened?” You ask them both, and you don’t even try to hide the anger in your tone. “Why the fuck did he leave the lodge?”

Ashley shuffles ahead down the stairs as Mike turns to you, and you’re startled by the pure anger in his eyes. “He told us everything,” he says, “and I have a good feeling I know what you’ve been hiding from us.”

You can feel all the color drain from your face and you feel utterly exposed under Mike’s gaze despite the many layers that cover you. There was no way out of this one. If that man knew just as much as your parents did and he told all of your friends all of what really lingered beneath the depths of Blackwood Mountain, you truly had nothing to hide anymore—your secrets were all exposed for them to know.

This was really not the way you wanted it all to turn out, but it seems as though the truth always found its way out, even if you weren’t ever ready for it.

It was time to fess up to your friends, and it was time to save them, and fast.

Character Traits:

Honest: 4/10

Charitable: 9/10

Funny: 4/10

Brave: 7/10 ↓

Romantic: 7/10

Curious: 5/10

Relationship Status:

Ashley: 6/10

Chris: 7/10

Emily: 5/10

Jess: 3/10

Josh: 7/10

Matt: 7/10

Mike: 5/10 ↓

Sam: 10/10

Chapter Eight || Chapter Ten

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YESSS WE LOVE DEVELOPMENT

November 26, 2031, 1:36:28

Summary: What appears to be a series of robberies escalates and brings you closer than you'd like to both Cyberlife and Gavin masterlist ✩ ao3 ✩ wattpad ✩ previous chapter ✩

Your days start and end with Gavin Reed. Well, your work days at least. You’re free of him most weeknights unless he gets called in, which is exactly what’s happening tonight.

“Damn, sweetheart. How much does Cyberlife pay you?” Gavin asks as he looks up at your apartment building through his front windshield.

“Enough,” you grunt as you hop into his car.

He rolls his eyes, “So, you’re filthy rich. Good to know.”

The radio plays in a low hum as Gavin navigates through the Detroit city streets. He taps impatiently on the wheel.

“So, what do we know?” Gavin grumbles, his eyes darting between the road and you.

You pull out a datapad that you received a few days into your partnership with Gavin, thanks to the DPD. You scan over the case file one, forcing your tired eyes to focus.

“It’s strange. For the past few weeks, the perp has just been targeting convenience stores. It’s quite a jump to target a Cyberlife warehouse,” you sigh as your brows furrow.

Gavin rubs the side of his face, “They’re escalating, that’s for damn sure.”

“Do you think it’s more than one person?”

He thinks for a moment, “Has to be. There’s no way just one person can pull this off.”

“Maybe it’s an initiation of some sort? The convenience stores were just a test and this is the real thing.”

“That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?” Gavin raises a brow as he looks at you out of the corner of his eye.

You hum, “Maybe, but we have to consider all of our options. We’re no closer to catching whoever did this than we were two weeks ago.”

“Wow, Doc, I had no idea that we were making absolutely no progress in this case, thank you for this enlightening information,” he quipped, rolling his eyes.

You resist the urge to smack him upside the head and choose to look out the window instead. Minutes pass by in tense silence and before you know it, Gavin is pulling up to the warehouse. The scene is lit up by the flashing lights of various other police cars, and Gavin parks in an unoccupied spot. You wordlessly exit the car, and the scene buzzes with activity. Various officers are scouring the scene for evidence or talking to the guards on duty tonight.

“Let’s start inside, we can work our way out from there,” Gavin suggests as he leads you inside the warehouse.

You scan the inside of the warehouse— various crates are opened with their lids thrown to the side with a trail leading to the exit on the far side of the warehouse.

Gavin leads you to another officer, a young woman with short brown hair. “Chen, what the fuck happened here?”

Officer Chen sighs, “The bastards were in and out like damn ghosts. The security footage is all scrambled. we’re trying to work through it, but it’s gonna take time.” She holds out her hand to you, “Tina Chen, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You take her hand and introduce yourself, giving her a grim smile. “What did they take?” you ask as you survey the scene once again.

She looks at the datapad she had in her spare hand, “Mostly just parts. They were in and out in less than 10 minutes, so they must’ve known what they wanted and where to look.”

“Thanks, Tina. We’re gonna take a look around,” Gavin sighs and Tina nods her goodbye.

As you walk away you pull Gavin to the side. “This doesn’t look good for me, Reed. We’re in charge of finding these people, and now they’ve directly targeted Cyberlife,” you hiss as your heart begins to pound in your chest.

Gavin’s eyebrows furrow and he raises his hands, “Whoa, calm down, sweetheart.”

“Calm down? The perp went from robbing convenience stores to a high-stakes operation against Cyberlife, and you want me to calm down?” you question, the pitch of your voice rising with each passing second.

“If anyone’s going to be targeted by Cyberlife, it’ll be me. All you’re supposed to do is watch, remember?” he assures as he places a hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze, ensuring you’re looking at him. “Take a deep breath, and calm the fuck down, sweetheart.”

You take a few deep breaths and run a shaky hand through your hair, forcing yourself to save your freak-out for later. “I’ll check with the representative from Cyberlife, and see exactly what was taken. If we know what they were looking for, maybe we can figure out the motive,” you utter, collecting your thoughts.

Gavin nods, giving you a once-over. “Alright, I’ll talk with some other officers, and see if I can figure out the point of entry and exit.”

“Come find me when you’re done,” you instruct and Gavin nods once again. He turns on his heel and joins a group of officers on the other side of the warehouse.

You seek out the most professional-looking person at the crime scene, who happens to be a woman wearing a pantsuit and a Cyberlife badge talking to a police officer. Her back is facing you, but she turns her head as you approach. Your steps falter as you’re face-to-face with the coworker who sent you to Charlie’s on your first day at Cyberlife. She dismisses the officer she’s talking to with a wave of her hand, and a smug look graces her features.

“Well, well, look at who decided to finally show up. I was worried when I didn’t see you at the office for a few days, but then Graff told me about this little project of yours,” she sneers and places a hand on her hip.

You press your lips into a thin line, “Hello, Emily, great to see you as always.”

“What do you want, anyways? Shouldn’t you be gallivanting around the crime scene with your boy toy instead of bothering me?”

“Officer Reed is one of the leading officers on this case, and I happen to be his partner,” you grit out. You pause for a moment, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Regardless, I need to know specifically what parts the perps took.” You ignore the way your cheeks heat at her insinuation. She rolls her eyes but takes a look at her datapad. You’re slightly surprised she’s willing to indulge you, and you attempt to mask the way your eyebrows raise in response.

“Looks like they were targeting specific components— high-end biocomponents and advanced processors. Not your run-of-the-mill parts, and definitely not cheap.”

You can’t help the automatic tilt of your head as your thoughts begin to race. Android parts usually sell for a decent amount of money, so anyone lucky enough to sneak into the warehouse normally wouldn’t be picky. They could make a decent payday no matter what they chose. This perp was different, though. Maybe it isn’t about the money?

“Hello?” Emily calls as she waves a hand in front of your face, bringing you abruptly back to reality.

You blink rapidly for a moment before looking over at her. “Thanks for your help,” you murmur before walking away.

You can’t help the flare of annoyance at Emily’s attitude that comes over you as you walk away, but you shove it aside for another time. You have a case to solve, and you’ll have plenty of time to ruminate about it later.

Gavin’s waiting for you by the time you finish your chat with Emily, and he looks up at you as you return, a questioning look at your obvious change in demeanor.

“What’d you learn?” he questions warily.

“They targeted specific and expensive parts. I’m starting to think that this was an inside job.”

“What?”

“Think about it,” you huff, “the perps knew what parts were the most expensive, and they knew exactly which crates to find them in.”

Gavin scans the surrounding area, and you’re right. Only a few select crates show evidence of tampering.

He rubs his chin, “That’s what Brooks mentioned. Some of the stuff in here costs an arm and a leg, but they didn’t even touch it. Not to mention the security system.” He pauses for a moment, lost in thought. “It isn’t about the money, then. The perp is doing something else with the stolen parts.”

“Exactly.”

You can’t help but feel a small surge of pride as Gavin easily follows your train of thought. Maybe he isn’t as lousy as a cop as you suspected.

“Maybe this isn’t related to the convenience store robberies? I mean, this is Detroit. We’re not exactly short on crime here.”

You frown, not fully convinced. “Maybe… I still think we need more evidence.”

Gavin sighs, “We can regroup in the morning, but, for now, I think we got all we can.”

You nod and he leads you back to his patrol car. Officers have slowly started to filter out of the warehouse, leaving the two of you and a few stragglers.

You crank the heat as soon as you get comfortable in Gavin’s car. You hold your hands up to the vent for a few moments before relaxing back in your seat, exhaustion finally catching up to you.

Gavin begins driving you back to your apartment and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. You watch as the cityscape passes by, neon lights of various buildings brighten the night sky.

Gavin clears his throat, “What happened between you and that Cyberlife chick? You didn’t seem completely thrilled to be talking to her.”

You raise a brow, “Were you watching me, Officer Reed?”

You grin as he sputters for a moment.

“It’s my job to be observant; besides, the look you had on your face when you met back up with me wasn’t exactly friendly,” he defends himself, his gaze glued on the road. You sneak a glance at him in the light of the passing streetlights. You could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of red dusting his cheeks.

You shrug, “She’s the one who tricked me into going to Charlie’s. We haven’t really gotten along since.”

You decide to keep Emily’s comment about Gavin being your “boy toy” to yourself. At least for now, you can save yourself a little bit of embarrassment.

Gavin hums in acknowledgment but says nothing.

“What? No quip about me having to interact with the equivalent of a high school bully,” you joke, attempting to ease the tension that had settled over the car.

He chuckles, “No, just can’t say what I want to say.”

You raise a brow, your grin widening as you tease him. “Don’t worry, this is a safe space.”

Gavin huffs out a laugh in response, and before you can urge him anymore he pulls up to your apartment building.

“Do you want me to walk you up? It’s late and dark out,” Gavin questions, looking around the desolate parking lot. He avoids your gaze as you hop out of his car.

Your apartment building has one of the most well-lit parking lots in Detroit, and you furrow your brows for a moment.

“No, I think I can make it. Thanks, though,” you can’t help the smile that graces your features.

You’re about to shut the door when Gavin calls your name. You hold onto the door frame and bend down to look at him.

“Just, uh… fuck,” he grunts and runs a hand down his face. He looks down at the center console before meeting your eyes for the first time since you left the warehouse, “That chick sending you to that bar is the reason we met, so, I dunno… Maybe don’t be so pissed at her for that.”

You tilt your head to the side, giving him a small smile.

“Goodnight, Gavin,” you say softly before shutting the door behind you.

Warmth floods your chest, and you’re nearly giddy as you ride the elevator up to your apartment. As you lay in bed, you replay that moment in your head.

Maybe being partners won’t be so bad.

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Outlast: Chapter Eight (Sam Giddings x Reader)

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3:26

You bust into the room, Sam and Mike right on your heels. Just as you do, a scene of chaos folds out in front of you. Ashley and Chris are strapped into two chairs, opposite each other. A man in a skull-like mask stands across from them, who you could only assume is this Psycho that had hurt Sam and killed Josh.

Chris holds up a gun at the Psycho, firing rapidly. Nothing happens. Before you even have time to react, the Psycho speaks up.

“Oh Chris...Oh, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris.”

“What the fuck…” you and Chris mutter in unison.

The Psycho reaches up to remove his mask. “Oh you've heard of blanks before. I mean really?”

When he reveals his face, you're sure that your heart stops in your chest for a second. You can hear Sam gasp behind you.

And in front of you stands Josh, smiling proudly.

“Josh?” Chris asks.

“Josh!” Sam gasps.

“Josh,” Mike mutters.

“What the actual fuck.” You rub your temples, barely able to comprehend the situation in front of you. You really wish you had some alcohol on you right now.

As Josh starts his whole spiel, you run over to untie your friends. As you get Ashley, Mike moves to free Chris.

“How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorized? Humiliated? I mean, panicked? All those emotions that my sisters got to feel once one year ago! Only guess what? They didn't get to laugh it off! No! Nope! No no no! They're gone!”

Josh’s voice is shaky and his eyes are unfocused as he rambles on. You can’t help but pity your friend, who had been more tormented than you could’ve ever imagined by the overwhelming guilt over Hannah and Beth’s disappearances.

As Josh examples his pranks, going more and more into the specific details he concocted, you can’t help but be wary at Mike’s increasing anger.

“I don't know if you noticed this, Josh, but none of us are laughing.” He bites out his words, tone rigid.

Dread washes over you as you realize exactly what’s making Mike angrier than he should be. He thinks Josh had something to do with Jessica’s death.

Fuck. Double fuck. You mentally punch yourself, allowing the miscommunication about the truth of the Blackwood Mountain to get this far. You need to explain to your friends the truth, and quickly, before more get hurt.

“Why are you doing this, Josh?” Sam asks, voice barely above a whisper. But her question still rings out in the barren room.

“He’s out of his fucking mind over here. Don’t even bother fucking asking the looney,” Mike quips.

“He’s sick,” Chris says, pity dripping off his words. His attempt to diffuse the situation is a miss. Mike is still fuming, and you can practically see steam leaving his body.

“Mike, calm down.” The words leave your lips before you can even stop them.

He whirls around to face you, and you immediately know you’re going to be bearing the brunt of the anger. You’ll gladly take it if it means Josh won’t be falsely blamed for acts he didn’t commit.

He storms over to you, chest to chest as he glares up at you. “He fucking killed her.” His words are laced with grief as he fists the front of your shirt.

“No he didn’t,” you throw back, exasperated. “It wouldn’t make any fucking sense. Think logically about this, Mike.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You of all people shouldn’t say shit like that. Keeping all these fucking secrets. Were you in on this? Is that why you’re not saying shit?”

You don’t even try to entertain his words as his voice gradually becomes louder, more intense, and you can hear Sam trying to break the two of you up. Her arm wraps around your bicep and she tugs you back, away from Mike.

Josh barks out a laugh behind you, causing you all focus your attention back on him.

“This is all just perfect. Come on, you guys are all going to thank me when you guys become internet sensations!”

You raise an eyebrow as Chris is the one to speak up. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh you better believe this little puppy is going viral ladies and germs. I mean we got unrequited love. We got fights. We got...we got blood! I don't think there's enough hard drives in China to count all the views we're gonna get, you guys.”

“Jesus Christ,” your hand runs over your face as you take in everything Josh says.

But of course, Mike isn’t too pleased with his response.

“What the fuck are you talking about, you fucking ass hat? Jessica is fucking dead!”

Josh blinks, looking stunned at the news. “What?”

“Jessica is fucking dead, and you are going to pay, you dick!”

“Damn it Mike, stop it!” Your words are no use, and you can’t stop Mike in enough time as he strides up to Josh and with the gun he took from Chris, hits him across the face and knocks him out cold.

Sam and Ashley gasp as Josh falls to the floor. You immediately approach Mike, snatching the gun from his hand and throwing it across the floor.

“What the hell was that, man? I told you to think before you fucking do something you’ll regret!” You poke a finger in his chest, hoping to at least intimidate him a little bit. But you’ve had heated arguments before with him, and he doesn’t ever back down.

“I don’t fucking regret it.” His tone is affirmative. It worries you that you may not be able to change his mind about it. That you’re too late, and none of your friends will trust you

You kiss your teeth. “Whatever. It’s already done.” You glance down at Josh, who looks weak and sickly all crumpled on the floor. “Someone help me move him upright.”

“No!” Ashley protests. “He’s crazy. He had us fucking chained up, and, and, chased us all around. He’s a psycho!” She hides behind Chris, who wraps an arm around her shaking body.

You can’t help how conflicted you feel about the current predicament happening. You sympathize with all of your friends and their fears. Josh went too far; you weren’t going to deny that. But he was sick. He needed help. And antagonizing him only made it worse. Besides, none of them understand the severity of your situation—only you do. But there’s no use in arguing with them all now, when they’re scared and confused.

You throw your hands up in defeat. “Okay, does anyone have any other ideas?”

Mike steps forward with a look of contempt. “I say we tie him up in the shed.”

“What? That’s insane!” Sam beats you to it, echoing the same words you were just thinking. “We just do that here! There’s no reason to leave him outside.”

Chris and Ashley share a look that has you dropping your head in your hands. “Mike’s right,” Chris says.

Ashley nods. “It’s safer that way.”

Mike glances at you, triumph shining in his eyes. “Three to two. You’re outnumbered.”

Your jaw clenches. “You’re making a mistake, Mike.”

He doesn’t respond.

You sigh. You know you’re not getting anything else out of him. Mike was stubborn as hell, even more so than you at times. “Fine. If you’re going to do this, then I’m going with you.”

They all look surprised at your offer, turning to you with a variety of quizzical looks plastered across their faces.

“Tex,” Sam’s tone is warning, as if to tell you that it’s a bad idea.

Mike scoffs. “No fucking way. You’re gonna pull some shit on us out there.”

“Look, I’m compromising, okay?” You throw your hands up in mock surrender. “You can tie him up or do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t give a shit. I just wanna be there when you guys do it.”

Chris pipes up before Mike can get another word in. “That’ll work. It’ll be better to have an extra set of hands in case Josh tries something.”

Mike eyes you down, as if trying to catch you in a lie. You keep your face still. “Fine,” he finally bites out, “let’s get to it. Before he starts waking up.”

3:41

“Guys! Guys come on... seriously, this is crazy, you know?”

“Shut up.”

You trail behind Mike and Chris as they guide Josh to the shed, not bothering to help him up when he stumbles into the snowy ground.

“Give it a rest you two,” you mumble as they continue to let out all their frustration on him. “Can’t you see how out of it he is?”

Chris sighs in response. Mike completely ignores you. Again.

“Where are we going?” Josh looks all around him, once again tripping on the unstable ground. “Where are you guys taking me?”

Mike shoves him along. “Locking you up, bro.”

Josh’s eyes shift around frantically until they land on you. “You’re gonna let them do this?”

Mike scoffs. “She’s not letting—”

You interrupt Mike before he goes on another tirade. “I can’t outnumber them, bud.” You shake your head apologetically, wishing you could do more. “The best I can do is make sure they don’t try anything stupid.”

Josh’s body falls slack, as if he’s given up. You bite your lower lip as you stare at him in pity, taking in his gaunt and sickly features. You mentally kick yourself for not noticing them earlier.

Your head throbs from alcohol withdrawal and you pat your coat pocket, before holding back a sigh as your hands come up empty. Your flask was probably left somewhere back at the lodge, amongst all the chaos when you reunited with your friends.

You ignore the aching feeling that persists as you trudge along with the guys.

When you finally arrive at the cabin, Mike practically throws Josh inside. It’s barren, old and broken pieces strewn about. Mike ends up tying Josh to one of the pillars that looks like it's one more snowstorm away from breaking, pushing him roughly and taunting him as he does so.

“Stop it,” you bite out through gritted teeth, your frustration reaching its peak. You grasp his bicep, pulling him back. “Chris.” You jerk your head towards Josh, indicating he should take over instead. He quickly gets the hint and takes the ropes from Mike.

Mike tries to pull away from you, but your grip remains firm as you drag him to the corner of the cabin. “Look,” you use your free hand to rub your temples, practically feeling the stress lines on your face from how much this night has been taking a toll on you already. “He’s off his meds. Has been for a while. Cut him some slack, alright?”

He’s practically unresponsive to your plea. “He killed—!”

“Mike.”

He pauses, chest heaving.

You continue. “I told you I would explain everything. I will. Josh didn’t do that. I need you to trust me. Please.”

You can tell by the way Mike’s brow creases that he still feels uneasy about all of this. You’re hoping that Mike still has some kind of faith in you, even just a crumb. You don’t blame him too much; you know that the way you’ve been acting has seemed suspicious lately. But your circumstances are really strange ones, and it’d be hard for anyone to believe it without seeing it.

Before you can gauge Mike’s response, your conversation is interrupted by Josh’s teasing words.

“Oh and Chris? Man, you can forget about ever gettin' into Ashley's little panties after that little cock up with the whole ‘I'm gonna shoot you in the head, thing.’ She's better off with Mike over here anyways... At least he knows how to treat a lady…”

“Fuck you, man!”

“Hey, hey!” You rush over just as Chris grabs a stray wooden board, lifting it up over his head as if he was about to hit him. “Knock it off. We can’t be causing any more problems.”

Josh’s eyes narrow as they land on you. “Drunk as a skunk, drunk as a skunk! Couldn’t solve your problems, couldn’t save my sisters!”

Guilt floods through your chest as memories of that night flash in your mind again. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth, and the faint tastes of alcohol that remain make you want to clean your mouth out with soap.

“Back off.”

Mike steps up to Josh, pushing you back slightly. “Leave her alone, dude. You should be fucking thank her for trying to help your sorry ass.”

A breath of relief leaves you as you mentally thank Mike for stepping in. Josh eventually quiets down with a huff and a glare, and once you can tell he won’t be antagonizing anyone further, your friends turn to leave.

You follow them outside the cabin, but stop before you can make it more than a couple of feet away from the doors.

“You two should go on without me.”

Chris and Mike turn back to stare at you. “Listen,” you continue, “you two need to leave and cool off some steam. I’ll stay here, watch over him. Maybe I can talk some sense into him.”

Chris furrows his eyebrows as Mike crosses his arms.

“No fucking way am I leaving you with this lunatic,” Mike grunts.

“Well that’s not your fucking choice, is it?” You raise an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms to mirror his stance. “I can handle myself. And him, if necessary.”

He huffs in annoyance, but you can tell that he can’t argue with you on that.

Chris nods in reluctance, nudging Mike’s shoulder. “I’ll make sure to tell Sam you’re safe.”

“Thank you,” you say breathily in appreciation. “I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t miss me too much.”

A hint of a laugh leaves Chris’ lips as the two reluctantly head back towards the lodge.

As soon as they leave your sight, mere specks in the crisp white snow, you begin to move in untying Josh from his constraints.

“Whoa, whoa—”

“Listen to me.” Your voice is cold, and Josh is able to hold your gaze, recognizing the seriousness. “You need to run. Get as far away as you can. Got it?”

He nods, throwing his head back against the pillar. “I’m sorry, I’m real sorry…” Josh trails off, a distant look taking over his face as you deftly loosen the ropes around his limbs.

The dull gleam in Josh’s eyes has your heart clenching in your chest. He looks so lost, so broken. You wish you were able to see just how hurt he had been this past year. You feel guilty that you, or any of your friends for that matter, weren’t able to catch just how much he’d been suffering with the loss of Hannah and Beth.

If you weren’t untying his restraints, ear right by his lips, you don’t think you would have heard his next words.

“You weren’t supposed to be there…”

You think back to his adamance on getting you out of the cabin, and somehow, your heart breaks just a little more.

Character Traits:

Honest: 4/10

Charitable: 9/10

Funny: 4/10

Brave: 9/10 ↓

Romantic: 7/10

Curious: 5/10

Relationship Status:

Ashley: 6/10

Chris: 7/10 ↓

Emily: 5/10

Jess: 3/10

Josh: 7/10 ↓

Matt: 7/10

Mike: 6/10 ↑

Sam: 10/10

Chapter Seven || Chapter Nine

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November 10, 2031, 9:47:07

Summary: You receive a not-so-warm welcome from the rest of the Detroit Police Department and receive your first case masterlist ✩ ao3 ✩ wattpad ✩ previous chapter ✩

Gavin remains a few steps behind you the entire way to your office. You push open the glass door and take a seat at your desk. Gavin sits in the chair opposite of you, where your boss sat not too long ago, and tasked you with this project.

His eyes dart around the room, taking in your scarcely decorated office. You open the files Mr. Graff forwarded to you before your meeting with Gavin and scan over the contents. The project is relatively simple, and your shoulders slightly relax.

Your project is going to be time-consuming, to say the least. You have two months to learn everything you can about the Detroit Police Department and apply that to the androids that will be a part of the police department. Your knowledge of human behavior will help make the police androids more tolerable to the public, but it means nothing if you don’t know how to make people trust police officers. That’s where the disgruntled officer sitting across from you comes into play.

You spare a glance away from your monitor and your eyes meet his. He’s quick to avoid your gaze, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks redden.

He clears his throat and continues to look around your office, “Nice place you got here.”

“Thanks,” you reply as you watch him. The printer on the side of your desk hums to life as a copy of the file you were looking at shoots out. You take the paper and shove it into a manilla folder.

You slide the folder across your desk, and Gavin’s eyebrows raise as he picks it up. “What’s this?”

“Our assignment. Well, it’s more mine than yours,” you shrug.

He thumbs through the file, smirking as he reads. “Looks like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together, sweetheart.”

“Talking isn’t a requirement for this, by the way,” you return your gaze to your monitor before adding, “and don’t call me ‘sweetheart.’”

He’s quiet for a blissful moment before speaking up, “So, you’re just gonna be watching me for two months straight.”

You lean back in your chair, “Not necessarily. I’ll mostly be observing your behavior and reporting back to my team. I’ll be looking at how you interact with the general public, and how you work on the cases that you do. Would you consider yourself to be likable, Reed?”

He rolls his eyes, “Of course I’m likable.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

You cut off his retort by standing, and his eyes follow you as you rise.

“Where are you going?”

“Feel like doing a ride-along today?”

He grins and giddiness flows through you.

“Grab your coat, sweetheart,” he chuckles as he stands. Then, it’s your turn to follow him as he makes his way toward your office door.

Gavin wordlessly leads you to the parking garage and to his patrol car, a sleek vehicle marked with the Detroit Police Department emblem. He unlocks the vehicle and slides into the driver's seat. You yank open the passenger side door and climb into your seat. As soon as you’re settled, Gavin turns the key, and the car hums to life.

Gavin taps on the steering wheel matching the beat of the music as he drives, and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“So what exactly do you do at Cyberlife? You don’t seem like the usual tech geeks that hang around there,” Gavin questions as he drives, sparing a glance in your direction.

“I was hired with this project specifically in mind. They needed someone that understood human behavior, but was also knowledgeable about androids,” you shrug as you look out the window. “I’m trying to bridge the gap between artificial intelligence and the intricacy of human emotions. People are usually distrustful of cops, and that distrust is going to increase tenfold with the androids added to the police force.”

Gavin snorts, “That’s an understatement. We can barely get people to talk to human cops, forget about robocop.”

You adjust your seatbelt, “It all comes down to understanding your behavior and integrating that knowledge into their programming. We’ll start with the core things— empathy, ethical reasoning, and emotion recognition. Eventually, we’ll have an android accompany us into the field.”

Gavin raises a brow, “You wanna teach androids empathy? Good luck with that, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, “They’re not going to actually feel it. It’s more like they’re simulating it.”

“That sounds even worse, you know that right?”

You cross your arms and press your lips into a thin line. He has a point, but you definitely weren’t going to tell him that. As he drives, the cityscape passes in a blur, and you find yourself going over the last few hours in your mind.

You’ve been tasked with a monumental project that could be very good for Cyberlife should you succeed and disastrous should you fail. No pressure.

Before you know it, Gavin is pulling into the parking lot of the Detroit Police Department. “C’mon,” Gavin urges as he turns off the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition, “we’re gonna be late for brief.”

You furrow your brows but follow him anyway. The DPD buzzes with activity as the two of you enter. Gavin leads you through the turnstile and the noise increases as you near the center of the station. Detectives and police officers move around the station, their voices blending into a cacophony of chaos combined with police radio transmissions. Gavin navigates it easily and you stick close to him as you arrive at his desk.

Gavin’s desk is cluttered, making you miss your quiet office and clean desk. He rifles through the drawers of his desk before pulling out a notepad and a pen.

“I didn’t expect it to be this,” you pause as you fumble for the right word to describe your surroundings.

“Loud?” Gavin finishes for you as he straightens, grinning at your slightly bewildered expression.

“That's one way to describe it,” you reply, sighing.

“C’mon, we’re late,” he urges as he leads you to a back room filled with officers. The walls are filled with missing posters and various mugshots. You’re greeted by the scent of fresh coffee brewing as you enter the room and you inhale deeply.

Captain Fowler, a grizzled officer who you read about on the way over, stands at the front of the room, his hands placed on either side of a podium.

“Officer Reed, you’re late, and I assume your friend here is the reason.”

Gavin sighs. “This is,” he rattles off your title and it sounds strange coming out of his mouth. “They’re the, uh, expert sent from Cyberlife.”

Captain Fowler raises a brow, “Ah, the ride along. For those of you who don't know, androids were recently purchased by the U.S. Infantry for law enforcement assistance. Detroit is one of the cities that is spearheading this integration, which is why Officer Reed has brought a friend to today's brief. I hope you all will give the doctor a warm welcome”

Gavin leads you toward some empty seats in the back as a few unsettled murmurs break out amongst the group of officers. A nearby officer hands him a piece of paper with various bulleted lists.

“What’s that?” you whisper as you lean closer to get a better look.

“It’s the daily digest. Gives us information about what’s happened in the past 24 hours,” Gavin murmurs and lets you read for a moment.

“Here,” he says as he hands you the notepad and pen he grabbed earlier. “The notes you take in brief will help you throughout the rest of the shift… Better pay attention, sweetheart.”

You scowl at him before turning your attention to the front. Gavin relaxes in his chair and crosses his arms, getting comfortable. Captain Fowler pulls up a holographic map of Detroit and points out various points of interest.

Fowler looks out across the group of officers gathered, “We’ve got a series of robberies reported in the downtown area. All available units stationed in that area are to be on high alert.”

You quickly jot down all the details about the break-ins and the description of the suspect from the witnesses. Before you know it the brief is over and your notepad is covered in the neat lines of your notes. Officers line up in front of Fowler to receive their assignments, and Gavin leaves you briefly to accept his.

Gavin motions to the exit as he returns, “Let’s roll, doc. Your psychology nonsense might actually be helpful for our case.”

You lead the way out of the briefing room and hand Gavin your notepad as you walk. You want to ask what he means, but before you can your path is swiftly blocked by a very tall and very angry-looking officer. You stop abruptly and Gavin bumps into your back with a disgruntled ‘oof.’

The officer gives you a once over, “So, Cyberlife thinks that some shrink to convince us that these tin cans can do our jobs better than we can. News flash, doc, we don’t take kindly to being replaced.”

“Myers,” Gavin snaps from behind you. “Chill the fuck out, no one is getting replaced.”

“Officer Reed is right,” you cut in, cringing slightly at your agreement with Gavin. “The integration of androids isn’t about replacing anyone, it’s about enhancing the department.”

Officer Myers scoffs and his eyes narrow as he looks down at you. “We don’t need machines doing our jobs for us, we’ve done perfectly fine so far,” he sneers.

“Myers, if a machine is able to do your job better than you, then you shouldn’t have it in the first place,” Gavin counters, crossing his arms.

Myers takes a step forward and glares at Gavin over your shoulder, “Careful, Reed. Just because you’ve partnered up with the doctor here, don’t mean you’re safe. They’ll replace you all the same.”

“Yeah, sure. Now, d’ya mind? Some of us actually have a job to do.”

Myers rolls his eyes and stalks off. You let out a breath as you watch him disappear out the door and into the precinct.

You turn to Gavin, frowning, “I’m not going to get you replaced, you know that right?”

“I know, sweetheart,” he answers, but he doesn’t quite meet your eye. “Let’s go, we got a job to do.”

You start to reach out to grab him as he passes you, but you let your hand fall to your side instead. Your frown deepens as you follow him.

“You trust me, right?” you question as you step outside into the winter air. You tug your coat closer to you as the wind stings against your cheeks.

Gavin scoffs, “I don’t know you, none of us do.” He sighs at your downcast expression, “Don’t take it personally, sweetheart. Cops aren’t the most trusting group of people. Now, get in the car.”

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Empty Words: Part 2 || Rafe Cameron x Reader

Follow up to this request! No more parts after this one. :)

Warnings: NSFW 18+, kind of dubcon but not really, fingering, pussy slapping, face slapping but like sexually, unprotected sex, pet names, creampie, possessive!Rafe

You were completely trapped; there was nowhere for you to escape to. You should have seen this coming. But you were not thinking clearly when you went to confront him.

You were so stupid.

Rafe was never going to let you go.

The hand gripping your face keeps you in still as he leans down to kiss you. You can practically feel the red marks he will leave behind developing, ones that’ll be hard to erase traces of. He nibbles at your lips, the sensation causing you to gasp and let his tongue in. He swirls it all around, reaching every corner of your mouth—marking his territory.

You involuntarily moan into his mouth, missing the feeling of his all-consuming kisses. You can practically feel how he smirks into the kiss, becoming more forceful as every second passes.

“Rafe,” you manage to whisper out as he breaks away for a second, “we can’t…”

His eyes bore into you as he stares at you, unblinking. “Who says?”

You furrow your eyebrows, coming back to reality and make a lame attempt to shove him away. “You did!” You huff in defeat as his grip remains solid. “When you lied to me about Sophia.” Your voice trails off into a pathetic whimper as you see the gleam in his eyes harden into something more serious. More sinister.

“Sofia’s not here, is she?” You’re turned speechless as Rafe leans down for your lips again. “Which means we can do whatever—” he captures you in a kiss again. “We—” his free hand travels lower down your back, and you arch into him as his hand ghosts your ass. “Want.”

You always knew you were too weak to resist him.

Rafe kisses you wholly, all-consuming, as you allow yourself to melt into his hold. You can practically feel the smirk that envelopes his face as he embraces you. He guides you backwards towards the couch, skillfully avoiding the other pieces of furniture in the way.

As he lays you down on the cushions, you lift your hips instinctually inviting him closer to tear off your clothes. Your bottoms come off with ease with the help of his deft hands, and you run your own underneath his chest, relishing in the slight shiver as your cool fingers make contact with his abs.

You pull his shirt off just as Rafe moves to tear off your own. A gasp leaves your lips and your nipples harden as they are exposed to the air. Rafe’s large fingers tease them, and you arch your back closer to him, chasing the sensation.

Words aren’t exchanged for a while between you two; you and Rafe become enraptured in each other's bodies, in a nimble dance you two are all too familiar with. All that can be heard are the short pants that are shared as your kisses break just enough to take a breath.

Rafe presses his body into you as he lowers himself onto the couch. You can feel his hardness through his boxers, the only barrier between himself and your nude body.

You can feel his cock throb against the thin fabric, threatening to release itself. Your own body reacts, clit pulsing and walls clenching around the nothingness you were so desperate to fill.

“Rafe,” you whisper softly against his lips. Your arms reach against his muscled backside, nails gently scraping his tanned sides. “Need you inside me now.”

His chuckle is light, but you can hear the cocky, teasing air it holds. “I know you do, baby.” His fingers toy with your clit, rubbing circles into the nub. He sticks a finger inside you, the squelching from your wetness interrupting the moans and grunts in the room.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs against your neck between nibbles, no doubt leaving hickeys to claim yourself for him.

“Stop teasing,” you gasp out, running your hand through his already tousled hair.

His eyes darken, and you can feel the way his cock hardens even more through his boxers. “My pretty girl needs her pretty pussy filled, huh?”

You don’t even have the strength to push back against his words, instead wordlessly humping his hand in a pathetic gesture to get some relief.

“Say it,” he commands.

“Y-yes!” you moan. “N-need you now!”

He finally frees his cock from its confines, the large member red and pulsing, He grabs the base, stroking it slightly. You whine, spreading your legs further for him.

A gasp leaves your lips and your body jolts as he slaps his cock across your walls. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Fuck,” you drawl out in pleasure.

“I said—” Rafe hits his cock against you once more, now stopping to rub himself against your puffy lips, teasing your entrance with his own throbbing tip.

“Yours!” You cry out in pleasure and anticipation, unable to take him playing around anymore. “Rafe’s pussy! Please!”

Within seconds he slips his full length inside of you, and you nearly finish from the relief that you get. He doesn’t move inside you, though; desperate, you rock your own hips against his instead. Your arms fly around his midsection, body chasing the feeling of his own against your own. “Oh, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers into your hair. “Fuck yourself on my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you want me.”

Your hips shake as you chase the feeling of him inside you. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him impossibly deeper inside you. You can practically feel him inside of your stomach, his cock burying its way inside of you in a way you knew no one else could.

Rafe finally starts to thrust inside of you as you moan out louder than ever in pleasure. One hand presses grooves into your waist as the other finds its way into your hair, restraining you by your scalp. He holds you in place as he toys with your body, making you pliant to his whims.

“Such a dumb girl,” Rafe utters through gritted teeth, occasionally leaving bite marks across your exposed neck. “Thought you could leave me? Huh?” His voice lowers into a growl, and the vibrations against your neck cause you to cry out again, your eyes squeezing tight in ecstasy.

A slap to your cheek brings you back to reality. Rafe squeezes your cheeks together, moving your head towards his. “Eyes on me when I cum inside you.”

You can feel him approach his release by the slight stutter in his rhythm, something you wouldn’t have noticed if you haven’t been in this position with him countless times before. His breath hitches ever-so-slightly, another tell that he’s nearing his end. You know your own is soon approaching, and you whimper as you relish the sensation of his cock fucking in and out of you.

“Rafe,” you moan, “I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“I know, baby,” he coos, “gonna cum for me?”

You can barely even nod at his words before your climax overtakes you, a wave of pleasure crashing over your body.

Rafe is not too far behind, and you can barely grasp his faint groans behind your wall of pleasure as the warm liquid fills your insides.

Soft pants of yours mimics his own, and for a couple of moments all is silent between you two. You barely acknowledge the fact that Rafe had cum inside of you, something he’d never done before.

He pulls himself out of you slowly, as if waiting for your walls to keep him locked inside. They also seem to want to, given the way they clench widely against the air once his length is entirely gone.

His cum escapes you as he does so, dribbling past your swollen lips and down the sides of your thighs. You shiver as his finger pushes the thick, white liquid back inside.

Rafe leans down over you, your watery, glassy eyes making contact with his hardened blue ones. “You’re mine,” he whispers, his lips almost brushing against your own. “Got it?”

His stare is firm, unmoving, giving you no other choice but the one he wants to hear. You nod wordlessly, body still limp and shaking from your orgasm.

He hums approvingly, lightly slapping your cheek as he redresses himself. “Good. And don’t you fucking forget it.”

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #outer banks x reader #obx x reader

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EVERYBODY CHEERED

November 10, 2031

Summary: You're tasked with a momentous project with a certain grumpy beat cop masterlist ✩ ao3 ✩ wattpad ✩ previous chapter ✩

It’d taken you longer than you would’ve liked to settle into your role at Cyberlife, especially after your coworkers sent you to a shady bar in the middle of town. That had soured your mood considerably, but you were determined not to let it impact your work performance. You couldn’t.

Cyberlife was a bustling hub of engineers, scientists, programmers, and androids. You enjoyed the organized chaos of it all. Your supervisor, Jason Graff, took a liking to you almost immediately. He was intelligent, charismatic, and everything you could want in a boss.

“How’s my favorite employee doing?” he questioned as he walked into your office, charming as always. You straightened as he entered, and your fingers hovered over your keyboard. He didn’t wait for you to answer before he continued, “I heard about your little adventure to Charlie’s.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, fighting the flush of embarrassment that crept onto your cheeks. “Nothing I can’t handle,” you answered tightly.

He grinned, “Don’t take it personally, they do it to all the new employees.” He leaned back and relaxed in the chair opposite your desk. “Earlier this year, the Detroit Police Department purchased a handful of androids to assist in police work. I need you to ensure those androids are fit to enter the workforce.”

You tilted your head slightly to the side, “Isn’t that what I was hired for?”

“Yes and no,” he shrugged as he paused for a moment, almost considering what he should and should not tell you. “You were hired to help with humanizing our androids, but you were also hired with this deal specifically in mind.”

“Will I be working with others?”

He nodded and pulled out his phone, “The DPD is sending over an officer later today. You’ll be working with him so you can understand exactly what’s expected of them. I’m sure you noticed the meeting I just added to your calendar.” The tell-tale ping from your computer sounded, and you glanced at the screen. Your eyes widened as you noticed you only had an hour until the meeting. Jason continued, “Other than that, you’ll have your usual team of programmers to work with. I want you to take the lead on this, though.”

You blanched slightly at the responsibility he was thrusting upon you, but you quickly composed yourself. “Sounds great, I won’t let you down,” you forced out and plastered a smile on your face.

He leaned forward, “That’s what I’m counting on.” With that, he rose and strolled out of your office, leaving you with a sinking pit in your stomach.

You stood from your desk, attempting to collect your thoughts. You paced your office nervously. On one hand, this was an incredible opportunity, and your boss was putting a tremendous amount of trust in you. On the other hand, you had to rely on whoever the DPD sent to be competent enough to give you insight into what it’s like to be an officer and how androids could be utilized. The thought of relying on someone else caused your stomach to turn.

Your shoes clicked against the tile as you ventured to the lower and less crowded floors of the Cyberlife building. Your feet moved just about as fast as your thoughts were going. The vending machines were calling your name, and you hoped the walk would help clear your thoughts. Besides, you had a little bit of time before you met with the officer the DPD was sending.

Your feet slowed as you heard the telltale signs of someone banging their fists against the vending machine. You chuckled inwardly; the stranger’s plight mirroring your own just a few days ago. You came to a halt a few feet away from the vending machine and were greeted with the familiar disgruntled curses of one Officer Reed.

“Officer,” you greeted as you took a few steps closer. “Need some help?”

Your hands settled behind your back as you peered at him curiously, a hint of amusement dancing in your grin. Gavin groaned and his hands dropped to his sides. He turned to face you, his eyes narrowing as you stepped closer.

“I think I can handle this, thanks though,” he grumbled as he turned back to the machine. He pressed the screen of the machine, once again attempting to make his selection. The machine beeped angrily back in response, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

You sidled up next to him and gently nudged him out of the way. “What’re you in the mood for?” you questioned as you navigated through the screen with practiced ease.

“Surprise me,” he muttered as he crossed his arms.

You hummed and looked at him out of the corner of your eye, “You seem like an energy drink kinda guy, but I’m not quite sure what kind of snack you’d prefer.”

You finish making your selection and the machine whirrs to life. You held out the items with a smug grin, and Gavin peered at you suspiciously.

“I owe you for waiting with me the other night,” you supplied as you grabbed his hand and pressed the items into his palm. “Now we’re even.”

His eyes remained on yours as you pulled your hand away and let it rest at your side. “What are you doing here anyway? Seems a little out of your way,” you commented as you tore your gaze away from his. You risked a glance at your watch; you hadn’t intended on being away from your office this long.

He scoffed, “Got a meeting with someone who works here. It’s supposed to be some project the DPD is working on. I dunno, I didn’t ask the specifics.”

Your brows furrowed. It was almost comical how slowly his words sunk in and the realization dawned on you.

“It’s you?” you questioned, the pitch of your voice rising significantly at the end of your question.

“What are you…” he trailed off for a moment before meeting your gaze once again. “You’re the hotshot scientist I’m supposed to meet?”

You crossed your arms, “I wouldn’t phrase it like that, but yes, I’m the one you’re meeting.”

He barked out a laugh before throwing his hands up in disbelief. You checked your watch once again and grimaced at the time.

“Well,” you sighed as you accepted your fate, “shall we get started, Officer Reed?”

“Don’t call me that,” he cringed. “Well, maybe some other time you can call me that,” he purred and it was your turn to cringe.

“Professionalism, Reed,” you scowled as you turned and began walking away. You didn’t care if he was following or not— an android could point him toward your office if he needed it.

#LETS GOOOOOOO #illusion’s recs #dropping everything for this

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illusioninfnty · 3 months

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THIS.

This wattpad user stole my kinktober day 1 fic with absolutely no credit anywhere on their page. (I'm not sure if they took any others, thankfully they deleted the story literally while I was scrolling through...)

It really sucks when it happens to a fic that doesn't receive much love, too. My fic here has only 118 notes and their's had almost 1000 views. They claimed that they wanted to bring attention to tumblr authors but refused to give any author credits. Okay, sure...

I'll say it here in case it wasn't clear:

DO NOT REPOST MY FICS ANYWHERE.

If you really, really enjoy these fics so much, there is a reblog button right there!! Go click on that!! Or better yet, make a blog dedicated to stories you enjoy like zilla said!!! (Shameless self promo: @illusioninfntyrecs)

Quite literally anything is better than stealing the story from the author's page and posting it elsewhere with entirely zero credit. Please don't do that to any author. We write these fics because we love to do it, and do it on our own free time with busy schedules. Seeing your hard work stolen just like that is one of the worst feelings in the world.

Please bring it up to any author whose work you think may have been stolen, even if you're not entirely sure.

hello, theres a user on wattpad that might be stealing your fics and claiming them as your own. @/horny_milf on wattpad. they’re stealing sooo many people’s fics , please report them & make a post about them!

hi, anon!!

thank you so much for bringing this to my attention! fortunately, they didn't take any of mine (at least i think so, there were like 200 chapters 💀)

that being said, creating a book on wattpad where one claims that none of the stories are theirs but not crediting the original authors is fucked up!!

yall, there are better ways to keep collections of stories you like. for example, i created a blog for me to reblog stories that i enjoy (@zillasreblogs if yall were curious). before that, i had a giant tumblr draft with all the links to fics i liked!!

anyways, like and reblog the fics you like if you can, authors really appreciate any recognition they can get (not in the form of PLAGIARISM)

#illusion’s discourse #important stuff

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illusioninfnty · 3 months

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Hi! I just read your billy public sex smut AND IM SCREAMINGGGGGG U WRITE MEAN BILLY SOOOOO WELLLLLLLL omg I’m OBSESSED. Do you take requests ?

I’m glad you enjoyed it! However my requests are currently closed right now because I am once again swamped with college :(

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illusioninfnty · 4 months

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i read your whole kinktober list (about 3 times) and you seriously did so good one all of them. i love your work sm 😭

thank youuu that means sm to me 😭 I’m glad you enjoyed it!! i’ve been in a huge writing slump so this makes me feel a lot better haha

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illusioninfnty · 4 months

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peeta mellark being you to let him eat your 🐱

Just a Taste || Peeta Mellark

peeta mellark x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, cunnilingus, porn with plot, panty sniffing, reader is wearing a dress, panty stealing masterlist ✩ read on ao3 ✩

The stage of the training center under your heels was a familiar feeling. The stage lights shone brightly, and you squinted slightly as you walked out with Peeta hand in hand. The air practically crackled with energy as the booming applause from the audience of Capitol citizens nearly deafened you.

Caesar Flickerman warmly welcomed both of you. He gave you a good-natured kiss on the cheek and shook Peeta’s hand. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to how touchy the Capitol people were.

Once the crowd settled down, Caesar gave the two of you a beaming smile. “It’s an absolute delight to have the two of you here once again,” he exclaimed and you wondered how he got his teeth to be so white. “The Victory Tour has been a success, wouldn’t you say? What has been the most memorable moment for you both?”

Peeta squeezed your hand before answering, “As much as I’ve loved spending some time in all of the districts, the most unforgettable part was spending time with the person I love and sharing our love with the districts.”

You feigned embarrassment at his words and looked away. You couldn’t avoid the heat that flooded your cheeks, which brought a boisterous laugh from Caesar. “You two are adorable. I love it!” he gushed.

The audience cheered in response, and Peeta kissed your knuckles. After a few moments, Caesar settled the audience down and turned back to the two of you. “I’m sure you both know that we have immensely enjoyed seeing your love blossom in front of us. It’s truly a marvelous sight.”

“Thank you, Caesar. We’re extremely grateful for the opportunity to be here with you and the rest of the Capitol citizens,” you give him a dazzling smile before turning to Peeta. “I am also incredibly grateful to be here with the love of my life. I couldn’t ask for anything better,” your gaze softens as you look at Peeta. The audience ‘awws’ and cooed at the two of you while Caesar pressed a hand to his heart.

“Ugh, we can’t get enough of you two. What does the future look like for the two of you? I’m sure we’re all eager to see more of your love blossoming,” Caesar questioned and the audience buzzed with excitement.

You shared a glance with Peeta. You gave his hand a comforting squeeze, and he turned to Caesar.

“The future looks bright as long as I have my love by my side,” he answered, allowing a hush to fall over the crowd. Damn, he was good at this. “And I would like to have my love by my side for as long as we both shall live,” his voice trembled slightly as he pulled out a small velvet box. He got on one knee and looked up at you. Your hand covered your mouth in feigned shock. “My love, you have been my light in the darkest times, and I can’t imagine a future where you’re with me. Will you make me the happiest man in Panem and marry me?”

Emotions swelled within you. Peeta was laying it on a bit thick, but you didn’t care. You nodded your head, forgetting to speak for a moment. He slightly raised his brow, and you forced yourself to speak.

“Yes,” you whispered, nodding rapidly. Your voice returned and you spoke louder, “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Applause and cheers thundered throughout the room as Peeta got to his feet and slid the ring onto your finger. Peeta’s smile was radiant as he pulled you into a kiss which caused the audience to roar even louder. You grinned as you kissed him back. You truly did care for him, and didn’t mind being stuck with him forever. You would’ve been dead without him.

As you pulled away, Caesar dabbed his eyes theatrically and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Peeta kept his hand around your waist as you curled up against his side.

“Ladies and gentlemen, a proposal during the Victory Tour! This is certainly a night to remember, wouldn’t you say?” Caesar beamed as he swept an arm out toward the crowd which roared in response.

Peeta held you close as the interview wrapped up. The crowd buzzed with excitement, and you couldn’t fight the grin that graced your features. Eventually, your time with Caesar was over and you were ushered off the stage.

Effie met you as you exited and she clapped her hands in excitement. “Wonderful work you two. Now, time to get ready for the reception President Snow offered to throw to celebrate the two of you. It’ll be a party of the ages,” she declared, walking quickly as you returned to your quarters.

Cinna intercepted you as you stepped off the elevator. You clung onto Peeta’s hand until the last possible second.

Cinna grinned as he led you away, “Don’t worry, you’ll have some time to catch up before we leave.”

“Can’t I just wear what I have on?” you thumbed the fabric of your dress as you walked, frowning slightly.

He chuckled, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”

He led you to your room and helped you onto your podium in front of the mirror. Cinna got to work almost immediately, fluttering around you with practiced movements. The soft rustle of fabric accompanied his steps as he brought the dress over to you. He quickly got you changed, his gentle hands working wonders as the fabric draped over your body. Cinna’s hands danced delicately over your hair, weaving it into an elegant style perfect for the celebration tonight.

“You look radiant,” Cinna complimented as he stepped back to admire his work in the mirror.

You met his gaze in the mirror, a grateful smile on your lips, “It’s all because of you.”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and a knock sounded at your door. You both turned and Peeta poked his head in. A soft smile made its way onto your features as he stepped into the room and finally got a good look at you. His eyes widened as they raked over your form, and your cheeks flushed.

“You look…” Peeta’s words faltered as his gaze remained on you. “Wow,” was all he managed to come up with as he took a few steps toward you.

Cinna chuckled, “I’ll let you two have a moment. You have 15 minutes before Effie’s going to come knocking.”

He gave you a suggestive look as he left, and the flush of your cheeks spread. Peeta held out his hand so he could help you down, and you graciously took it.

You ran your fingers over his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his suit. “Portia outdid herself… You look amazing,” you grinned, tugging him closer.

His hands wrapped around your waist, enveloping you like they had done so many times before. This time it was different though. The soft scent of his cologne engulfed you as he leaned in. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, but there was something more to it. Something hungry.

“Is it bad that I’m glad we’re stuck together forever?” you whispered as you pulled away to catch your breath.

He grinned, “You make marriage sound so pleasant.”

You chuckled in response and pulled him into another, deeper kiss. You tugged him by the lapels toward your bed, acutely aware of the seconds ticking by before Effie would be knocking.

His hands wandered across your hips as the backs of your thighs hit the edge of your bed and you slowly fell back. You parted for long enough to scoot back and Peeta eagerly followed you. His lips were back to devouring you within moments. You let out a small noise as he slotted his knee between your legs, the smooth fabric of his slacks brushing against your inner thighs.

You pulled away, attempting to catch your breath. Something shifted between you, and your entire body seemed to hum with need. Peeta caged your head between his forearms and his nose bumped against yours.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you trailed off as Peeta scattered kisses across your neck.

He grinned against your collarbone, “I’m sure they’ll understand if I want to take a few minutes to ravish my fiancée.”

Your cheeks flared at his words. There had been rumors going around all tour that Peeta’s nightly visits to your room were far from innocent cuddling. You did little to dispel them, though. You couldn’t deny that this was the first time you’d felt this hunger for Peeta.

He ran his hands up the bare skin of your thighs, and your heart fluttered.

“Just a taste,” he murmured as he scattered kisses across your covered breasts and moved down your body. “Please, my love. I just need a taste.”

He ran his fingertips over your thighs as he situated himself between them. You craned your head to look down at him, and the sight of him had heat pooling between your legs. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes you couldn’t resist, begging for permission to ruin you. With the slight inclination of your head, he was sliding the fabric of your skirt to the side, letting his hands wander across your hips and thighs.

He pressed featherlight kisses across your inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin there. He wrapped his arms around your legs, keeping them in place. His breath fanned over the thin fabric of your panties, and you instinctively clenched them together. His grip held you in place as you squirmed, aching for more.

He hooked his fingers in the sides of your under and tugged them down and off your body. Your eyes widened as he brought your panties to his nose and inhaled your scent. He let out a noise that was something like a whimper combined with a groan, and you flushed.

He set your panties to the side and settled between your thighs. A gasp escaped you as he swiped his tongue through your folds. His grip tightened on your thighs as he desperately pulled you closer to his eager mouth. His tongue worked relentlessly against your sopping core, circling your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance.

You wanted desperately to tangle your fingers in his blonde locks, but you settled for the blanket below you. You were sure that Peeta’s prep team might have your head if you messed up his hair.

You slapped one hand over your mouth, muffling the desperate pleas and whines that escaped your lipstick-covered lips. Peeta eagerly lapped up everything you were giving him, and his nose bounced against your clit as he dipped his tongue into your entrance. Peeta reached up to intertwine his fingers with yours, grounding you.

Peeta whined against you, sending vibrations coursing through you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your hips jutted against him, grinding against his tongue. Every fiber of your being was tensed and ready to snap.

Peeta’s tongue circled your clit once more, and your release had you arching against the mattress, pushing you closer to his mouth. Your thighs attempted to clamp around Peeta’s head as you spasmed against him. He helped you to ride out your high, and his fingertips dug into the plush of your thighs.

After a few moments you stilled, and Peeta pressed comforting kisses against your inner thighs. You lifted your head to look at him, and your cheeks flushed at the sight. Your around had covered the bottom half of his face, and a satisfied grin covered his features.

“You did so good,” he praised as he crawled forward to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and a groan left you.

You were able to sneak in a few more lingering kisses before Effie’s knock sounded at your door. Peeta crawled off of you and helped you to the edge of your bed, your skirts only slightly getting in the way.

He grabbed your panties before you could and shoved them in the front pocket of his suit.

“For safekeeping,” he murmured with a grin plastered across his face as he leaned down to kiss you. You scowled at him in response but kissed him nonetheless.

He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the rest of your arousal off his face before neatly tucking it back in its rightful place. You shuffled to the bathroom to clean yourself up, returning moments later looking slightly more put together.

Effie knocked once again, more insistently this time. You cringed, sensing the inevitable lecture you’d receive later.

Peeta held his arm out for you to take, and you gladly clung to him.

“Shall we?”

You rolled your eyes, “Let’s get this over with.”

#OMGGGG #peeta mellark smut #peeta mellark x reader

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illusioninfnty · 4 months

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Hiiii

I know you are swamped but can I ask when will you update empty words?😋😋😋

I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump but i’m going to try and have it done before the new year!!

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illusioninfnty · 5 months

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Can you plz plz write a smut where Mike takes readers virginity and they are kind of innocent

Date Night

mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, mike's pov, protected sex (shocking ik), slight dirty talk, reader wears a dress, neighbor!reader masterlist ✩ read on ao3 ✩

“How long did you say Max was watching Abby?”

Mike perked up at your question as you led him into your home. You were right next door, but it was nice to finally have some alone time.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and his chest pressed against your back. “All night,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. His hands wandered across the expanse of your lower stomach as he pulled you closer.

He couldn’t deny that he’d been fantasizing about getting you all to himself, not that he’d know what to do once he did. He wanted to indulge in those pleasures with you and wondered if you wanted the same.

He pressed light kisses into the crook of your neck, and his hands began to wander. He listened for every stutter of your breath and observed how you leaned your head to the side to give him more room.

He wondered if you were wearing anything under that pretty little dress of yours. His fingers dug slightly into the soft skin of your hips at the thought of you bare for him. He wondered if you planned on taking him home tonight.

“Mike,” came your soft whimper, and his movements slowed.

“Yes, baby,” came his response as he nuzzled closer to you.

You hesitated, clearly nervous. Mike gave you a moment to clear your head, resisting the urge to kiss you again.

Your hands fidgeted at your sides and bumped against his thighs. “I’ve never,” you paused momentarily and your fidgeting increased. “I’ve never done this before.”

He pulled away slightly, “What?”

You turned in his grasp and your hands landed on his hips. “I’ve never… been with anyone like this, but I want to. With you.”

He felt his words get stuck in his throat, and you were looking up at him with those eyes that he couldn’t resist. He was slower to reassure you than he would’ve liked, but he pressed a kiss to your lips to make up for it.

“It’s okay. I haven’t— I don’t know what I’m doing either.”

His words came out faster than he could process, and he cupped your face, soft and warm under his fingertips. The slight nod of your head had his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was clumsy, but you devoured him all the same.

Your fingers fumbled for the buttons of his dress shirt as you tugged him toward your bedroom. He kept his hands planted firmly on your hips and kept an eye out to make sure that you didn’t hit anything.

He reached his hand around you to wrap his hand around your bedroom door knob and twisted it open. You kicked it open and practically dragged him into your bedroom— not that he was complaining or anything. You pushed his button-up off of his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground.

You pulled away just long enough to turn him and push him so the backs of his legs were hitting your mattress. He sat obediently, and you were climbing on top of him. Within seconds, your lips were on his again, and he groaned against your mouth, already lost in the feeling of you.

His hands ran up your thighs and slid under your dress, dancing over the soft skin he had dreamed of touching more times than he could count. His fingertips dug into your hips, and he tugged them down to grind against him. The noise that left him was downright pathetic, and his cheeks flushed.

You pulled away to litter kisses across his neck, and he could feel you grin as you ground against him once again.

“Baby,” it was his turn to whimper against you. You nipped at the skin against his neck.

He reached up to fumble with the zipper of your dress. His fingers were clumsy as you left your mark on him, and his cheeks flushed as he struggled to undo your dress. He attempted to force himself to focus enough to slide the zipper of your dress down. You pulled away and tugged the garment over your shoulders, throwing it to the side.

He leaned back and took in every inch of your bare skin, mouth parted slightly as his cock twitched in his dress pants.

His hands returned to your hips. “Jesus, baby,” he breathed out, as his cheeks heated up.

You just grinned as you settled yourself just below his hips, and tugged at his belt buckle. The clinking of the metal was music to his ears, and he practically rutted into your hands, desperate for you to touch him. It embarrassed him, only slightly, just how much he needed you.

You slowly tugged his zipper down, fingers shaky and unsure. The noise he let out when you slipped your hand past the waistband of his boxers and touched him was downright sinful. His hands flew to your hips, holding onto you like his life depended on it.

You stroked him once and then twice before you freed him from the confines of his dress pants. His cheeks flared at being so exposed to you, but any embarrassment was completely overtaken by the pleasure you were granting him.

You removed your hand and Mike nearly whined at the loss. You reached to the side and rummaged in your bedside drawer. Your body pressed closely against him as you searched for what you were looking for.

Mike’s blush deepened as you settled back onto his lap, clutching the metallic wrapper of a condom.

“You’re prepared,” he commented, teasing evident in his voice.

You grinned down at him, “Bought them before our first date.”

Mike wasn’t sure what came over him, but all he knew was that after your words he needed you now. You let out a surprised yelp as he switched your position, so you were on your back and he was nestled neatly between your thighs.

He ran his cock over your clothed core, moaning as the cotton of your panties stuck to your dripping core. He’d gently removed the condom from your grasp and had it tucked in his free hand.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as he looked down at you and watched you squirm under him. You were exquisite, even better than any specter he’d dreamt up those rare nights when his dreams were peaceful and full of you.

“Touch me, please,” came your desperate whimper, embarrassment stinging your cheeks.

He hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties and tugged them off of you, leaving you bare for him. He ran a finger through your folds before circling it around your clit, relishing in the small noises that left you.

He inched a finger inside you, his breath catching in his throat as he pumped it a few times. His mind ran wild with every single way he wanted to please you. He curled his finger within you and your back arched against the mattress.

“Was that… good?” he questioned tentatively, eyes scanning over your features.

You quickly nodded, “Yes. Do it again, please?”

You looked up at him with those eyes, and he couldn’t resist. He curled his finger again within you, making sure to hit that spongy spot with every drag.

He slowly added another finger, and you mewled as he stretched you. He extended his thumb to rub lazy circles around your clit, and your walls fluttered around his fingers.

He ripped the foil of the condom with his teeth and slowly slid it onto his painfully hard cock. He wondered if he could get you to the edge with just his fingers.

Nervousness filled him suddenly. “Do you… do you want more?” his voice betrayed him with a crack as you clenched around him.

Your hands ran along his forearm, featherlight touches against his skin as you looked up at him with a blissed-out expression.

“I want this. I want you,” you reassured, breathless from his movements. He nodded hesitantly before dragging his cock between your folds, collecting your slick. You preened into his touch, your back arching slightly.

The tip of his cock teased your entrance before he slid it up and against your clit, teasing you.

You pawed at his arms, pulling him closer to you. “Mike,” you whined, and he held back a moan.

He ran a soothing hand over your hip, “S’okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

He slowly pushed inside of you, and he watched each minuscule change of your expression. Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration, and his jaw clenched. You felt heavenly against him, and he concentrated on not finishing right there and then. His hands wandered across your body, caressing your soft skin as you got used to the feeling of him.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips as he fully seated himself within you. He watched as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. Your walls fluttered around him, and his fingers unconsciously dug into the plush of your hips.

“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” he groaned against the crook of your neck. “Think you can handle some more?”

You quickly nodded, and he held back a whimper as he moved his hips slowly. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, tugging him closer to you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades and it nearly brought him over the edge. He wanted you to make your mark on him, practically salivating at the thought.

“More,” you whined as you turned your head to the side, eyes screwed shut as his thrusts hit the deepest parts inside you. His hand snaked down between the two of you and he drew hasty circles against your clit.

He pulled you closer so your legs could wrap around him, “Anything for you, baby.”

The whimpers and moans that left him as the familiar coil tightened in his belly were downright pathetic. You were squeezing him just right, and he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

His movement s quickened against your clit as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against the column of your neck. He wondered if the thought of him marking you turned you on as much as it did him.

“I’m—” you whined.

“I know,” he breathed out, “Cum for me, baby. Wanna feel you cum for me.”

You clenched around him with a strangled gasp, and Mike’s eyes rolled in the back of his head. Your thighs clamped around his hips, and with one final thrust, he was cumming within you. Slowly, he stilled within you, his cock twitching as he came down from his high.

He gingerly pulled out of you, committing the whine that left you to memory. He pressed a final kiss to your lips before disposing of the condom. The bed dipped as he climbed in next to you. He pulled you closer and you nuzzled against his side. He watched as your form moved with every rise and fall of his chest. You fit perfectly against him, and a satisfied smile graced his features.

He’d have to hire Max for the night more often.

#mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #need him #SO GOOD

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