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imaginesheaven · 10 months
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Lonely Water (GN!Reader x TF141)
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Lonely Water
GN!Reader x TF 141 (platonic)
Summary: You crash into the ocean with a helicopter during a mission. Waiting for your hopefully on time rescue you relive some of your favorite memories of your team. Kind of inspired by the song “Hold Back The River” by James Bay.
Callsign: Phoenix
Length: Around 2.3k words
Warnings: Swearing as always, angst, mentions of injuries, drowning
“Mayday! Eagle 3 is coming down in the middle of the ocean. The pilot is dead and I have no fucking clue how to fly this thing! … Oh, fucking hell…”
There is nothing but darkness around you. The mysterious but dark night sky with thousand shining stars above you and the deadly ocean lurking beneath you. The water is just waiting for you to lose the last of your endurance so you can sink into its cold embrace.
“I’m stronger than you think”, you hiss at the tiny waves of dark ocean water, but you are actually not sure how much longer you will survive. The cold of the sea comes creeping in what feels for hours now. It made itself a home in your bones so deeply freezing that your lips have turned already blue. The feeling in your arms and legs starts to fade just like your will of survival.
The helicopter sunk within minutes after the horrific crash into the water. There was literally nothing left to cling onto. You wouldn’t be Jack clinging for dear life onto a wooden door, while your true love stays safely above the freezing water.
The thought of the Titanic brings a weak smile onto your lips. At least you still got your humor with you to keep you company.
Darkness fills your mind with the sinking dread that your team probably wouldn’t be fast enough to rescue from this death trap. Your form floats on the water like a dead man hoping to delay the bitter end for just another few minutes.
The exhaustion slowly takes over as your eyes flutter shut desperate for a moment of rest. Cold water comes rushing over your face since the ocean was waiting for its chance to drown you in its embrace. The water is merciless. Adrenaline rushes through your vein bringing back your will to fight. You swim with weak strokes back to the surface. How much longer can you keep up against the sea?
“Oi! Not so fast, Phoenix!”, a familiar voice behind you yells out. The dirt beneath your shoes crunches as you jog through a patch of trees. Wait, a minute. The water surrounding you has vanished? This can’t be real, right? It hast to be a memory.
“Too bad you are so slow, Soap. You could easily catch up with me if you would work out a bit more”, you reply to the familiar voice behind you. Soap stares at you speechless for a second before he speeds up to catch you. Laughing you send him a wink and even put more speed on to outrun him more than easily.
Soap grunts with exhaustion ready to bring you down with him. He jumps forward his arms stretched out. This man is an open book for you for years now. Still grinning you make a step to the side completely out of his reach. Soap falls to the ground without you.
Absolutely pumped you start your little victory dance knowing exactly that in the distance Price, Gaz and Ghost are watching the two of you with binoculars. “That was quite a fall Soap took there”, the Captain comments the downfall of the poor Scott, “Pay up, Gaz.” The young soldier lets out a groan but always pays his bet debts.
“Phoenix could outrun us all, Gaz, never think otherwise”, no matter how often Ghost sees you running he is always mesmerized by your endurance.
“How can you be so damn fast?”, Soap can’t believe he lost once again. You give him a half shrug with your shoulder, “I imagine Death chasing me and what do we say to Death?”
“Not today”, you whisper smiling. The thought of your teammates brings you pure joy despite the fact you are probably going to drown. The only family you ever had and ever needed. For a second you close your eyes hoping to see more memories.
“So, your callsign is Phoenix. What’s the story behind it?”, Gaz asks you with a bright smile on his lips. Sometimes he reminds you of a little boy in a candy store. You can’t believe how much happiness his happiness can bring you.
“Well…”, you start your not so exciting story, but Soap interrupts you immediately: “Phoenix survived a car crash with a big explosion and came back out of its ashes like a Phoenix. Tada! The callsign was born!”
The silence in the room is deafening before you burst out with laughter, “What the hell, Soap?! No, that’s not what happened!” Everyone except Gaz gets a good laugh from this story. He looks so terribly confused and kind of intimidated at the same time.
“Poor Gaz is probably traumatized for the rest of his life. I like to burn things and someone else already had the fucking callsign Pyro so I had to improvise”, you explain him the situation with a few words. The young soldier rolls his eyes. Still a tiny smile on his lips can be seen.
“Have you any idea how hard it was to get Phoenix and Soap as both demolition freaks on the team? Explosions. Fires. Laswell was not happy at all”, Price recalls his quite one-sided conversation with her. The only thing she said was “NO!” over and over again. Well, she also said “FUCKING HELL FOR SURE NOT!” once. But Captain Price gets what he wants in the end.
A tiny tear rolls down your face, but you can’t feel anything anymore. The cold crept into every single fiber of your body.  In the end it doesn’t matter anyway. You are still surrounded by water so what matters a single tear escaping? It’s the only one. Way too tired you can’t share more than that tiny tear with the ocean.
“Are you fucking serious? You could have died!”, you hiss angrily at Ghost as you patch the bullet wound in his side up. The tough soldier keeps quiet letting you work. “It’s like I’m talking to a brick wall without a single thought behind those eyes. Except for sacrificing himself for someone else”, you keep going with your monologue. No one dares to speak like that to him. Except you. It’s always you.
Ghost can’t see how your hands are shaking. How the fear takes over your already worry-ridden mind. How you blame yourself for not being fast enough in the end. You could have prevented this from happening.
But Simon knows you better than you yourself sometimes, “Not for anyone. Only for you, Phoenix. I’m sorry, but please stop worrying. Stop blaming yourself. In the end it was my decision. That’s what we do for each other. Keeping each other safe, right?”
Not answering you put away the first med kit finally done with patching him up. Ghost isn’t the one with the soft side, but with you it is so easy to feel safe for once. You stand up hoping to run from this conversation. His hand stops you dead in your tracks as he grabs your wrist, “Right?”
A slight smile appears on your lips still not turning around to face him, “Of course… but you are still a brick wall.” Simon can’t help himself but smile too behind his mask.
What have you done? If Simon would be here with you, he would hold this whole conversation against you. It’s the same reason that has brought you into the middle of the ocean. You wanted to keep them safe. Your team. Your family.
The helicopter was loaded with explosive meant to kill. Bombs. Soap’s favorite. There was no time to defuse them. You had not a single second to think about it. Just enough time to act on impulse. What a great idea to bring the helicopter down over the ocean far away to hurt someone else. But what about you?
“No, you are not stronger than me, Gaz”, Soap puts down the money for his bet. There is never a dull moment with those clowns. A tiny smile appears on your lips as you nurse your lonely drink in your hand.
“What’s so funny?”, Price notices your rather happy facial expression. “Nothing, just happy to be alive”, you reply simply. The Captain doesn’t need an explanation what you mean exactly. He just knows. You don’t need to elaborate how they give you a feeling of being home. How they are like the family you never had before in your life. They are everything you need to be happy.
But now it is time to let go.
Tired you keep your eyes closed as the cold water pulls you down into its embrace. You are not scared anymore to give up this time. Only gratefulness and happiness are present in your heart and mind. The joy you experienced is more than enough for a whole lifetime.
For the last time you open your eyes to see the darkness around you. It was the only friend you had the last few hours. The tiny waves trying to lull you into a memories-filled sleep. The cold making it easier to let go. You have been tired for so long already. Tiny air bubbles escape and leave you behind.
The darkness lurks beneath you, but above the water surface shines a strange light. Is that the beacon of hope you were looking for the whole time? There are voices too, but you can’t understand what they are yelling. You are sinking further and further. Far away from the light.
Above the lonely water your team is looking for you desperately.
The thought sends a surge of energy through your body. As hard as you can you wave your arms and legs completely uncoordinated. Still the movement brings you closer to the surface. You can’t give up now. Not so close to them.
Your whole body is numb and hurts at the same time terribly. The ocean gives its best to keep you to itself. The cold clouds your mind. Are you paddling into the right direction? Are you going further down?
Then your arm breaks through the surface. But that’s all you had left in you.
Something grabs your hand so tight you almost screamed out loud because of the pain. Your head is still underwater. There is another tightness in your lungs screaming for just a tiny bit of fresh air.
Slowly you get dragged out of the darkness. Leaving the ocean behind. You take a gasping breath. The world outside the water is so overwhelming. The lights blind you for a moment. The loud noises roar in your ears. Pure chaos. For a moment you miss the calming darkness of the ocean.
A slight smile would appear on your lips as you see the faces of your teammates, but that’s too much for now. Gaz and Soap have their hands tightly on your arms, while Price and Ghost try to heave you into the helicopter by your tactical vest. All your gear got extremely heavy soaked with ocean water to the brim. You wish you could help them out, but you reached your limit of energy a long time ago. They lower you to the ground finally freed of the water.
“We got Phoenix. Go, Nik”, Price gives his order to Nicolai. Your favorite Russian pilot. Ghost and Soap try to get rid of your tactical vest together. Gaz stands ready with a blanket to warm you up. They keep talking to you, but you can’t quite follow their words. Your mind still frozen in place.
“Hey, hey. You broken?”, John puts his hand on your ice-cold cheek to get your attention. This time you can manage a weak smile, “Define broken, Captain.” He lets out a deep sigh full of worry but more than happy to hear your voice once again.
“Don’t ever do this again, muppet. You were out there the whole night. We- … We literally thought you were gone. Want to sit up?”, Price grabs your shoulder softly too scared to hurt you after what you went through. Ghost on the other side helps you too to sit up.
The sun starts to rise on the horizon bringing another day to this earth. Another day you are able to see. Another day to be alive.
“You damn lucky bastard. The endurance from your jogging probably saved your ass out there”, Simon can’t believe he gets another chance to see you again. It breaks his heart to see you beaten up and weak like this, but you are alive.
“What do we say to Death?”, Soap asks you grinning like always. “Not today”, you reply enjoying the little inside joke the two of you have.
Price puts his leg behind your back so you can relax yourself against him. Ghost rests his hand on your shoulder letting himself feel grateful to have you back. Soap sits next to you. Shoulder against shoulder. Just like out in the battlefield. Gaz holds one of your hands in his to get them back to normal temperature.
Your little family.
Lonely Water
Let us hold each other
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littlemelaninfics · 1 year
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Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏
Thank you boo 💝
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You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.
This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.
Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.
Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.
"Sam and I have businesses too."
"I know, baby."
"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.
Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in
Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.
"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,
"You love that shit, don't you?"
I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"
"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"
He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.
"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.
I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.
I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.
In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.
To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.
Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.
He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.
"What's my name?"
"Dick."
He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”
“Daddy.” I whimper
“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.
“Daddy!” I scream out.
“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”
I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,
“Answer me”
“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,
“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.
He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,
“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.
He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.
“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.
“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.
“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.
“Can I please cum daddy please.”
“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.
“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.
“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.
My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,
“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.
a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old
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heyitsdoe · 8 months
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Hey Doe! How have you been? May I request how Doflamingo, Luffy, Mihawk, and Kid would propose to their s/o, please?
Of course, of course! Thank you for the request and I hope these are to your liking <3
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Donquixote Doflamingo
His proposal will come much sooner than one might expect. He's less concerned about whether he'll love you for the rest of his life and more worried about the off-chance you may leave his side. You're an asset to keep, a trusted companion. It would be foolish not to ensure your continued presence.
And the strangest thing is, his intent to propose will come on a complete whim. A passing thought, a trifling fancy. But for as sudden as the idea comes to mind, Doflamingo is incredibly unwavering in how right he feels it to be.
A keen eye may notice the way he just gazes at you in the days before he chooses to propose, watching and calculating when the best time would be. Doflamingo doesn't like being unprepared for any encounter, even something as seemingly trivial as this. Ensuring the highest chance of success, he'll bide his time, seeking the opportune moment.
He'll take you somewhere special, somewhere high up above the kingdom to give you a view breathtaking enough that you can't find it in your heart to say no.
He's not one to get on his knees if he can help it. When would a king kneel for others, after all? He still has his immense pride and ego. Rather, he'll simply slip the extraordinarily intricate ring upon your finger while standing beside you. Partners, neither of you deferring to the other.
"By my side, you'll never want for anything. A kingdom at your fingertips, subordinates to carry out your every whim...a king to warm your bed each evening. My devotion is yours, if you so choose it. Say yes, Y/N."
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Monkey D. Luffy
Marriage was never something that Luffy truly thought about. What was the point in a ring and a ceremony if he already called you his anyway? Truthfully, if asked about it, he'd reject the idea of marriage simply because it seemed to imply freedoms being taken away.
But after thinking it over long and hard—it wasn't as if there was anyone else he'd rather have in his life, so really the stifling aspect that was so often associated with it didn't matter much—Luffy could see the appeal.
Being able to make sure he could have you all himself, with no one else to contest that...well, the selfish part of him couldn't deny that sounded good. But of course, being the carefree and unconventional man he was, you weren't going to get the standard proposal either.
Asking the crew for advice was possibly the worst decision he could have made, given they all had different ideas on the best way to go about it. Anywhere from a shipload of flowers and chocolate and singing doves (Sanji and Franky's input, of course) to just outright telling you the two of you were married because it was easier that way (Zoro), he was left pretty much no closer to a solution than before.
So, he figures when he felt the time was right, in the heat of the moment, he'd just ask, plain and simply. It was a very 'Luffy' way of doing things.
"Hey, Y/N...we should get married. They have meat at weddings, don't they? And big parties and cake? Brook can play the music and Franky can make us some rings. It'll be a pirate wedding, right on the Sunny! Huh? A suit? Why do I need that?"
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Dracule Mihawk
If you've loved Dracule Mihawk for any length of time, you'd already be aware that he is not a man to be rushed. Just as skill in swordsmanship is something to be learned and honed over years of dedication, so too is a relationship with him. And marriage is simply a next step in that slow timeline.
You'll practically feel married already, before he ever gets around to asking that oh-so important question. The two of you are so damn domestic and secure to begin with, at times you forget that he isn't actually your legally-recognized husband. A slip up he too can make in kind on your behalf. And it's in those moments that Mihawk remembers he hasn't actually asked you for your hand yet. Hmm. Odd.
It's a mixture of curiosity, a particularly boring afternoon, and a sudden feeling of foolishness that has him making his mind up to ask for your hand. Foolishness that it'd taken so long to begin with to think that you may be waiting, hoping, wanting something more tangible, something more recognized from him.
He doesn't go to great pains to make the day special. No, that would simply make you suspicious and liable to ask questions he didn't have plausible answers to. Rather, it's as any other day before it had been. Chores, the occasional walk along the island's shoreline, and time set aside to read or have time to yourselves. Quite perfect already in your eyes.
You're convinced that the question would never come, had made peace with that unfortunate missing piece in the relationship, when he's suddenly producing a ring from his pocket and holding it for you to inspect under the brilliant rays of a moonlit night, some wine and the lilting melody of your favorite song on the tone dial on the hearth.
"I suppose this question is more a formality than anything, I already consider you my life-long partner. But I've come to realize that you may indeed feel something missing, without a ring to symbolize how we care for one another. So saying, will you marry me, Y/N?"
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Eustass Kid
For as brash and resolutely stubborn a man as Kid can be, when it comes to matters of the heart, he's decidedly less steadfast. Marriage was a big next step, and he couldn't seem to truly convince himself it was what he wanted. Simply put, Kid suffered from a reasonably perpetual fear of commitment.
The fear didn't come from a distrust of you. Absolutely not. But time and happenstance changed a person. You could change. He himself could change. Who was to say you both liked who the two of you turned out to be by this journey's end? It would be devastating to feel regret for something that might have felt so right at a point in the past.
After a lot of self-reflection, drunken nights standing up on the deck of the ship on his own, and some surprisingly personal conversations with his first mate, Kid figured that he was just fearful of changing the relationship you already shared. But the possibility of what more you could experience and cherish as a married couple was worth the risk.
A ring made from his own two hands would speak more to the feelings he held for you in his heart. Kid was not a man of words. This he recognized. So, perhaps where his inadequate words failed, the fruits of his labors and hard work would suffice. It's a project he spends weeks on, and in the end he knows he'll never truly be satisfied that it's good enough. But after buffing and shining and second guessing himself so many times, he knows he's just postponing and stalling by now.
This poor man is not particularly skilled at masking when something is bothering him or when he has a secret. You tell right away that day that something's up, but no matter how many times you ask what is on his mind, he denies that anything is wrong or different about him. It's only after he insists on dining alone with you that night, with a candle lit on the table between you, and Killer preparing a fancier dinner than usual for you, does he come clean.
"Don't laugh, Y/N...I'm no good with words, you know that. So, I hope that this ring is proof enough that you mean everything to me. My second dream, other than being the King of the Pirates, is to see you next to me every day until we're six feet under somewhere. I hope that's your dream too, so...you'll marry me, right?"
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noproofread · 5 months
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A little Luffy fluff pt. 2
part 1
thank you for the support on the first one. and thanks for the suggestions on how to write on the platform :) appreciate it
@kingstarboyyy here's the update <3
this one is also fluffy with a little spice. i'll write smut eventually. i'm thinking on some zoro smut next ;)
word count: 1,168
cute spicy fluff luffy x gn!reader, use of y/n too.
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You were sitting in the dining room of the Thousand Sunny with the rest of the crew. Sanji had just finished explaining every ingredient in the assortment of food in front of you. Luffy, however, had already finished his third plate of food. You giggled softly as you watched him scarf down his food like he had been starving for 3 months. Robin noticed your giggle and looked at you before glancing over at the subject of your gaze. She looked around the room to see if anyone else had noticed but found everyone focusing on their food.
Sanji sat down next to Nami and began eating. You couldn’t find your appetite. In your mind, images of the night before were replaying. The warmth of Luffy’s hand on yours, how thick the air felt moments before his lips were on yours, how every muscle in his body relaxed into you.
“Y/N, you gonna finish that?” a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. It was Luffy. He looked at the piece of steak on your plate, avoiding making eye contact with you. You shook your head and gave it to him, a faint blush washing over your face. This time you made eye contact with Robin, who just gave you a small but knowing smile. You looked back down at your food, picking at it.
Dinner flew by, you almost didn’t want it to end because you knew Robin would find you. You had done such a good job at hiding your feelings for Luffy all this time, that kiss had psyched you out, made you unable to focus on being subtle. You put your dishes in the sink and walked out of the dining room as fast as you could. It was not fast enough.
“Y/N, wait." You heard a voice behind you. Just as you guessed, it was Robin.
“Hey Robin!” You tried your best to sound normal, to sound as if you didn’t make eye contact with her after fully blushing due to your short interaction with Luffy.
“Luffy huh?” She spoke plainly, a smile tugging at her lips. You knew you couldn’t get away from this now. All that hard work you put in to appear nonchalant, undone by one small interaction at the dinner table. You looked around to see if anyone else was around before you spoke.
“Please don’t say anything, I was being so good at hiding it and I haven’t been in my right mind since last ni-” You stopped abruptly, Robin’s eyebrow raised at your sudden halt. “Last night?” She questioned. You looked down “We um.. We… You know what, never mind. Forget I said anything please” Your voice was a whisper. Robin smiled and placed her hand on your shoulder reassuringly.
“Hey Y/N! I was looking for yo- Oh Robin! Hi!” You heard Luffy’s voice. Your eyes widened and you turned around to face him. His face was slightly pink as he noticed you were with Robin. She chuckled gently and began walking towards the sound of chatter from the rest of the crew. “Have a good chat guys.” Her tone was light but you knew she was teasing you. Luffy saw her silhouette disappear and he turned to you smiling. That damn smile, that wide grin he always seems to have.
“Why were you looking for me, Luffy?” Your words were soft as you looked into his eyes. “I wanted to talk to you about last night. I don’t know what that was but I do know that I like hanging around you.” Luffy said, reaching over to grab your hand. “I liked the weird feeling I got when I held your hand.” You felt your face grow hot as you studied his face. Once again, you found your eyes trail down to his lips. “Yeah, me too…” Your words trailing off as you felt the air thicken around you again. Your heart was pounding in your ears and time seemed to slow down. You were reliving those same feelings. Luffy smiled warmly at you as he pulled you in for a hug.
“I’ve just… You’re just different from my friends. Like… I know you’re my friend… just a really special one I guess.” Luffy trails off, scratching the back of his head as he lets you go. “Special…? How?” You meet his gaze as Luffy tries to find the words. “I’m not sure but I don’t get that good weird feeling with them that I get whenever I’m with you.” His eyes move down to your lips. You realize how close you are to him and your breath hitches. His eyelids droop down a little as he looks at you. “What happened yesterday… Can… Can we do that again?” Luffy’s voice is soft and quiet as he smiles at you. You suddenly forget to speak, taken off guard by his request. You simply nod.
Luffy closes the gap between you as his lips finally meet yours again. Your mind is racing and your heartbeat accelerates. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Luffy, unsure of what to do with his hands, places them on your hips. Once again, your impulse takes over and you lick his bottom lip as he opens his mouth slightly. Your tongue slips in, massaging his in his mouth. You swore you heard him groan softly but you were so intoxicated by the feeling of how soft his tongue was that you weren’t sure. The kiss becomes more gentle and soft as it comes to an end. You pull away, your breathing is heavy. Luffy’s faint pink blush deepened into a red color. You bite your lip and fix a piece of his hair that had gotten out of place. It’s just you and him in this moment. Your hand trails down to the scar below his eye, lightly tracing it. Luffy gasps softly.
“I um… I liked that.” He speaks, his voice is barely audible. You smile at Luffy. “Me too…” You whisper. The sound of the crew laughing and singing is now audible to you. “Let’s uh.. Let’s go back to them. They might wonder where we are.” You laugh softly. Luffy takes your hand, much to your surprise, and grins widely. “Let’s go then!” He begins guiding you towards the group. Your eyes widen as Sanji and Nami turn to see you walking together. “You owe me 30 berries” Nami turns to Sanji, laughing. Sanji chuckles and hands the money to Nami before getting up and walking to you. “You couldn’t have waited one more day to get together? I was so close.” He pats Luffy on the shoulder and winks at you. Luffy turns to you, confused at the exchange. You simply chuckle and tell him it’s nothing. You lead him to the rest of the group and sit down. Nami smiles at you before Chopper and Franky steal your attention to their little performance.
You have never felt happier.
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cxsmiicc · 5 months
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her little devil - lady lesso x reader
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happy halloween yall idk wym im totally not 20 minutes late posting this shush
warnings - smut, orgasm denial, eating out, light fingering, vibrator, possessive lesso, halloween party
posted on ao3 also <3
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You picked at your chosen costume, suddenly doubting if it was the right one. The red latex clung to you in ways you were unused to and growing insecure of, neckline dipping far lower than you would usually wear and skirt stopping mid thigh. More than a little alcohol had gone into this decision. Well, too late to change now. Grabbing the headband with horns attached, you slammed out of your room before you lost your nerve, smoothing your hair around the cheap plastic as you walked down to the party. Clarissa and her damn parties, ever since the schools had merged it seemed like there was one every other week. And she just had to have the wonderful idea for a costume party, as though you didn’t have enough on your plate with classes and grading and her.
You banished those thoughts to the back of your mind, you had a party to attend after all. Of course whether or not you wanted to was a different matter, you would much rather spend tonight hiding away with a bottle and a vibrator. If you could escape early that could still work, it all depended on how fast Clarissa could corner you into taking drink after drink. For all she preached about good deeds that woman could coerce anyone into doing damn near anything with minimal effort.
Swinging the door open, you spotted her immediately. She was facing you, gesturing for you to join her and whoever it was she was talking to the second you were visible. The mystery woman turned around and your mouth fell open in shock. Lady. Fucking. Lesso. Her hair was straightened and dyed black for the night and there was a drip of blood decorating either corner of her mouth. She smirked at your reaction to her outfit and fangs became visible, successfully creating a fiery heat between your thighs. It only became worse as your eyes slid downwards to the generous amount of skin on show, matching your own outfit in everything but length. Where your dress was short and flared hers was long and fitted, flowing down and accentuating her every curve before pooling on the ground. Breaking yourself out of the haze, you made your way over to the two of them, first smiling at Clarissa before turning your attention to your boss.
“A vampire? Very appropriate Red, if I can even say that with you looking like this.”
“Seems like I should call you that tonight. Even I didn’t think to be quite so on the nose with my costume. The Evil history teacher, dressed as the devil? Somewhat obvious, don’t you think Clarissa?”
The blonde could only stare at the two of you and giggle, already too tipsy to care about pretending she couldn’t sense the tension between you and her fellow dean.
Rolling your eyes at the state of her, you turned back to Lesso to keep the conversation going, “So, what gives with you putting in effort tonight? Call me crazy but you don’t exactly strike me as the type to go all out for a work party.”
“Maybe I just felt like dressing up,” she spun where she stood, giving you a glimpse of the low back of her dress and sending a wave of arousal crashing through you, “My reasons are none of your business, though you seem to be enjoying it just the same.” A wicked grin graced her features, red lips quirking upwards as her eyes flitted across your body. “I must admit, you don’t look half bad yourself.”
“Oh? Careful Lesso, that almost sounded like a compliment. Wouldn’t want the ice queen to show emotion now would we.”
She laughed at you, low and slow and right in your ear. Right when you didn’t think it was possible to be any more turned on by this woman and she goes and does it.
“Ice queen… now that would’ve been a good costume idea.”
“Ah ah, what happened to not wanting to be too on the nose.” It was your turn to smirk as she registered what you just said, eyes darkening with what you would swear was lust if you didn’t know who you were talking to. All of a sudden you felt a tear on your costume and she was forcing you out of the room before you even knew what was happening, one hand firmly on your hip and the other on your shoulder. Everything was a blur as she guided you all the way back to your room, flashing her finger at the door to open it before you collided with the ageing wood. It was only to fling you down on the bed that she finally let go, pacing the empty space on your floor and offering no explanation for what she had just done.
“Care to tell me what that was all about?”
Rather than answering, she just stopped her pacing and crashed her bloodstained lips to yours, kissing you with a desperation you didn’t think her capable of. Just as quickly as she had started it, she pulled away, both hands buried in her hair as she resumed her pacing.
“Do you even know what you do to me.” Her voice came out low and gravelly, sending another spike to your core at both the tone and her words. “Always prancing around the school in those little outfits, it was driving me insane knowing I couldn’t just tear them off and have my way with you. And then tonight, oh tonight,” You stood, drawing closer to her as she kept ranting, too caught up in what she was saying to pay you much attention. “You thought you could just waltz into that party with that much skin on show with no consequences?” She grabbed your wrists and slammed them against the wall above your head before tracing a hand down your torso. “That teeny tiny costume, oh so low cut with a skirt that barely covers your ass. Latex? Not your best idea, my little devil.” Keeping her hold on your hands, she slid a nail down the ripped neckline of your outfit, successfully exposing your breasts to her. “It all would’ve been fine, had it not been for your wardrobe malfunction. Only I get to see that much of you, are we clear?”
All you could do was moan in response as she lavished attention on your chest, drinking in the sight of you half bare and entirely at her mercy.
“I said, are we clear.”
“Mmm, we’re clear, we're clear.”
“We’re clear mommy.”
“Yes mommy, you’re the only one allowed to see me like this.”
“Good, now help me take the rest of this off. Latex is a bitch to sweat in, and I'm guessing someone’s more than a little bit worked up right about now.”
She released her hold on your wrists and you dropped your arms, allowing her to peel the dress off of you and discard it on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your black underwear and horned headband.
“I want to see you, please?”
“Of course, go lay down for me and I’ll be right there.”
Rushing back over to the bed, you lay on your back and craned your neck to get the best possible view as she dropped her dress to the ground and walked over with a sway of her hips that only darkened the visible mark on your panties. She wasted no time in straddling you and pulling you into another bruising kiss, swiping her tongue along the seam of your lips and gaining the access she wanted right away. It was everything you expected of her, rough and selfish while still showing enough care to keep you enthralled as her tongue swept through your mouth, swallowing each others moans as she rolled her hips across your stomach, leaving a trail of arousal in her wake. The pressure of her on top of you was almost too much as she maintained both the force of the kiss and the motion of her hips, groaning whenever her clit hit your skin. Your hands were buried in her hair, ruining the sleekness she had worked so hard for earlier that evening but now couldn’t care less about, not when the thing she had craved for so long was finally happening. She pulled away and you whined and attempted to pull her back in, earning a glare from the older woman as she slipped down the bed until her head was between your thighs. Lighting her finger once more to vanish your underwear, she began kissing down your thighs, slowly drawing closer to where you wanted her the most.
“Please…” you let out.
“Please what?”
Please eat me out, please mommy.”
“Anything baby.” 
Her tongue ran across your entrance and you gasped at the sensation, eyes falling closed and the sound morphing into a groan as she reached your clit. She nipped at the sensitive spot and you saw stars for a moment, the sinful moans leaving your lips only spurring her on. Focusing on your entrance, she kissed and teased at the flesh, dragging sounds you had never heard yourself make before from the base of your throat. Dipping her tongue into you, your back arched off the bed as she picked up the pace, plunging it in and out as your breath came in short puffs of air, most of which were immediately used up on the truly barbaric sounds you were making now. Your walls clenched around her as you reached the edge, spouting gibberish in an attempt to convey how close you were, only for her to retract her tongue and go back to marking your inner thighs. Whimpering in confusion, you opened your eyes to find her staring at you, lips still moving slowly against your skin. Pulling away, she licked the taste of you from her mouth before speaking.
“You really thought it’d be that easy? That you could wear that little outfit, tease me like that, and still get to cum?” The look in her eyes was dangerous, almost predatory.
You looked away, not trusting yourself to speak.
“Look at me,” she grabbed your chin, balancing herself by planting her other hand on your thigh. “If you can’t take it, don’t act like such a brat.” Leaning back onto her heels, she pulled you up with her, forcing you against the headboard when you were upright, mirroring her position and sitting on your own heels.
“Hands on the bed.”
The same glow that usually emanated from her finger this time came from her eyes, conjuring thick swathes of silk and binding your hands to the bed. Scanning the room for a moment, her eyes settled on something on your nightstand and she smiled, leaning over you painfully slowly to grab it. Hand wrapped around her prize, she went back to sitting opposite you, close but not quite touching.
“Now, just what do we have here?” Her hand unclenched to reveal your vibrator, the original plan for tonight before everything went sideways. “Is this what you were planning on doing after the party? Putting in an appearance and then sneaking off to touch yourself? And here I thought you were better than that.” She poised the toy over her entrance, fingers hovering over the settings. “Eyes on me love.”
Pushing it in with a groan, she started it on a lower setting and let her hands roam her upper body, stopping at her chest to tease her nipples, plucking at the bars going through them and successfully causing you to drip onto the sheets. One hand dropped down to turn up the intensity before immediately resuming rolling her piercings between her fingertips, letting every little sound fall from her open mouth, the blood long since smeared across your face and legs. Violet eyes bored into yours during her entire display, the colour barely visible around her blown pupils. The bed shook as she turned it up one final time, rocking her hips for more friction as she reached her peak, eye contact finally breaking as her head fell back and she released a wicked moan that had you writhing against the bonds, aching to feel something, anything other than the soft fabric of the bedsheets. She tipped her head back down, eying you hungrily.
Voice lower than usual she said, “Go on, say whatever it is you’re thinking.” 
The sight of her using your vibrator, the thing that had been inside you oh so many times now inside of her, had triggered some need inside of you that you didn’t know you had. Everything about what she had just done was driving you wild with need, as she could so plainly see by the wet patch on the bed beneath you.
“Please mommy, please touch me I need you gods just please.” Your voice came out far higher than you were expecting it to, barely less than a whine. “I won’t do it again, you’ll be the only one allowed to see that much of me.”
“Damn right.”
She advanced, two fingers easily slipping into your dripping cunt and lips muffling your gasp. The binds stayed around your wrists, rendering you putty in her grasp.
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wherenymphsroam · 3 months
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52 :3
And can I also kiss you?? 😭
52: “Can I kiss you?”
prompt game :^)
⟡ cw: mentions of withdrawals, struggles with alcoholism, depression, specifically soggy wet cat vendetta leon but can be read with damnation leon in mind :3
⟡ a/n: YES we are smooching, i am kissin u on the mouf rn 🤍
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“Can I kiss you?”
What the hell was he saying.
One minute, he’s trembling over a plate of eggs and pancakes back at the hotel, and now he’s barely holding himself back from slumping against your shoulder like an old dog. You had insisted on dragging his miserable ass out of there, told him to get his shit together. That you were going for a ride, and he should hang on.
(Of course he was too stubborn to let you drive, no matter the fact that he had already put down half a bottle this morning.)
So despite his better judgement, he allowed you pull him away from those four walls that were his hotel room, all under the promise that it’d still be there when he got back.
Sure, he didn’t want to leave. If his hangover had anything to say about it, he’d be tucked back under the covers of that shitty, scratchy duvet in the fetal position. His head was pounding. But sat here on this stoop tucked away into the mountains, overlooking the small town he had sought out to lick his wounds within, the cool breeze sweeps away some of the tension in his facial features. The fresh air has coaxed that stress out of his shoulders, loosened him up in a way alcohol hadn’t managed to in years.
But maybe it was you.
You, tucked against his side, thumbing slow circles into the back of his palm. The scent of your shampoo drifting through the breeze that passes his nose that has his heart rate slowing. Honestly, he didn’t want to pull this apart. Whether it was the fresh air or you by his side that had him relaxing for the first time in months (years?), it didn’t matter. Because he asked a stupid question, and he doesn’t really feel like taking it back.
“Leon, you’re drunk,” you scoff, shaking your head. As if kissing your superior was such a far fetched idea. Or maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him. He couldn’t blame you, he’s not sure he even bothered to pack a toothbrush when he sought out a direct flight to Colorado.
“I’m the most sober I’ve been in weeks, right now.”
In his defense, he was telling the truth. After arriving at that run down mug, he had made it his mission to slug back as much as he could before he had to leave. Because he knew this was coming — whether in the form of a text message detailing his next deployment, or with the arrival of military personnel — and he had stuck it to himself to ignore it for as long as possible. Started digging that hole of sweet silence into his subconscious the second he got his room key.
And yet…. Here he was. Sobered up and wanting. Forced to face the sad reality that he was lonely, damn it.
Alright, universe, you win. He’ll admit it. Why else would you be playing with his head like this? Those eyes, deep as the ocean, bright as the stars. Pretty lips that fill out so delicately, cheeks that look softer than anything he’s felt in months. You were the embodiment of something a man like him didn’t deserve, and no withdrawal could create the guttural rawness of the wound this reality inflicted on him.
You weren’t a daydream, and you weren’t an illusion. You were tangible, distantly so. And after having been dragged back down to earth, he needed something stronger than what was in his flask.
Chancing a glance over at him, it’s clear you’re debating with yourself. Your teeth tucking that sweet bottom lip under them, plush in how it swells ever so slightly under the pressure. Lashes fluttering when you search his features. He was definitely in better shape than you had found him this morning, silverware clinking and wobbling in his unsteady grip.
The sight almost made you want to slip them from his hands, cut his food up for him like a doting mother. Maybe guide a few bites past his lips like some guilt ridden caregiver, anything to bring some color back to his cheeks.
But you’d never say that out loud.
“… I believe you,” you hum, gaze shifting back up from the dip of his cupids bow. A shitty cover to ignore how you had just wondered how that scruff over it would feel against your mouth. “Just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Yeah?” He dryly laughs, short and null of any real humor. “Just like how joining this god forsaken organization wasn’t either, right?”
Silence. Thick, drawn out.
Few people knew just how Leon ended up in the DSO, landed himself in such a comfortable place with the higher ups. And fewer knew why he stayed. It’s hard to really respond to that when you’re not part of that statistic.
“I’m sorry,” you find yourself muttering softly, turning away again. Shifting your focus back out to gaze over the town below, the traffic flow of patrons returning home, shops turning off lights.
“Don’t be. I’m being a dick right now.”
Leon forgot how snippy he could be during withdrawals nowadays. Made him feel like an overgrown baby, still stuck in his oral phase. That flask in his pocket might as well have become a pacifier, anything to keep him from spinning off the handle.
“You’re acting like one, yeah. Doesn’t make you one.”
Pausing, Leon glances at you, follows the line of your side profile for a moment. Studies the line of your nose, the slope of your top lip. Down and over the jut of your chin, the retreat of your jaw. He wanted to follow that track with the bridge of his nose, maybe press his lips to the hollow of your throat.
Fuck. Maybe he wasn’t nearly as sober as he thought.
Clearing his throat, he shakes his head, glances out in the general direction you’re looking in. Can’t help how he finds similarities between the slopes of the mountains and your face.
“I’m glad you think so.”
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delusionalwriter02 · 2 months
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Hi deaaar
I loved so much the insta posts as Chuuya's girlfriend. Would you make a part two?
If not, feel free to ignore this.
Have a nice day! ❤️
Insta as Chuuya's GF p.2
a/n : hello love! here i am again with the part2, thank you so much for your request, hope you like it! Have a nice day too <3
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Yn_theoneandonly : when your bf is always late
Chu_uya : NO I'M SORRY HONEY AKUTAGWA WAS TAKING TOO LONG
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : tf you were doing with him ?
↳ Chu_uya : we had a mission together and i lost him
↳ Gintonic : you lost him ????
↳ Chu_uya : yes but no I found him but for a moment I lost him
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : just hurry
Daze_i : i'm so going to join you
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : NO FUCK OFF
↳ Daze_i : you're mean with me
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : for ONCE I want a date with JUST Chuuya
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Yn_theoneandonly : he is wanted
Chu_uya : I only want you
↳ Daze_i : chuchu you make my heart feel warm
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : omg stop it or just kiss already
↳ Chu_uya : LOVE WHAT ?????
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : joking
↳ Daze_i : i have your blessing ???
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : try Dazai, try to kiss my man and you'll see why i'm in the port mafia
↳ Gintonic : even I am scared
↳ KunikiDA : Dazai you come back RIGHT NOW
↳ Ranthebestpo : leave him or he'll never learn
Akutagawa : Can you bring me the gun you stole ?
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I haven't stole anything ??
↳ Akutagawa : I literally saw you
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : how much do you want
↳ Akutagawa : 6000
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : ok
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Yn_theoneandonly : he just made me lunch, i'm in love
Chu_uya : i'm so classy
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : slow down
Gintonic : have Dazai tried to make his move ?
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : he tried to break in but got scared of our dog
↳ Gintonic : the loser
Yosanurgirl : he's so husband material
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I AGREE
↳ Chu_uya : want to become my wife ?
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : make a better propose
↳ Chu_uya : Will my dear lady agree to become my wife ?
↳ Yosanurgirl : OM THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO IT
Gintonic : what did he do ?
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : curry but he got a special recipe that is SO good
↳ Gintonic : he put his babies in it ?
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you are so fucking disgusting
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Yn_theoneandonly : such a magical night
Chu_uya : I agree love
↳ Akutagawa : did you do it ?
↳ Chu_uya : no
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : did what ?
↳ Akutagawa : you're a damn loser and stupid human being I can't even find enough words
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : who do you think you are ??? don't insult him
↳ Chu_uya : he got his reasons
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I don't understand ??
Yosanurgirl : It's so lovely, hope you a great night
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : it was wonderful, i would love to go with you too
↳ Yosanurgirl : we have to go to Paris together
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : omg yes!!! let's organise that
Daze_i : it's a shame I wasn't there
↳ Atsushiii : I think it's best if you keep your distance
↳ Daze_i : don't talk to me
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : don't speak to my baby like that
↳ Chu_uya : your what
↳ Gintonic : if the loser wasn't with you then who took the photo ?
↳ Chu_uya : she asks one the person that was there
↳ Daze_i : why do you always assume i'm with them ??
↳ Gintonic : because you're the most obsessive person in the world
↳ Daze_i : i'm not
↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Chuuya is in Chibuya
↳ Daze_i : COMING
↳ Gintonic : see ?
↳ Chu_uya : he's living in his own little universe
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Hey! I hope you like it ? Thank you so much again for your request!
See you <3
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boldlypurplelight · 3 months
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Love is a drug|| JJK|| 3
Pairing: Yandere Jungkook × Female Reader
Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal, .
Warning: Smut, Loverboy jk, hints of Yandere jk, 18+, hard dom jk, slangs used.
Summary: OC had a very Happy life with her lovely Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a 24 year old ceo ; but things take a vast turn and oc finds herself in critical condition.
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Shirtless Jungkook y'all 🥵
CHAPTER 3
It was another date for the couple - well accidental date.
Jungkook was just chilling in his house when he heard the doorbell ring, turn out to be YN shivering from cold. He frowned but took her inside nonetheless.
There was heavy rainfall and she couldn't take chance with her life, so here she was.
She had visited Jungkook's house numerous times, it always felt like home to her surprisingly Jungkook's apartment had a same scent and same vibe like her house.
Jungkook was currently selecting a drama to watch as he heard the shower turn off.
"yn-ah, which series-"
'Fuck'. He thought as she came out from the shower wearing his white silk tshirt and messy hairs.
He had seen this woman almost every day but she managed to make him crazy day by day.
YN's cheeks were now redder as she saw Jungkook checking her.
"Are we gonna watch movies?" She asked with her sultry but innocent voice. As if she didn't plan out to pick the sexiest shirt from his wardrobe and putting on his scent.
And the guy was already drooling.
"I think we could do better than that baby" as he came forward grabbing her by waist.
"Only when you're interested" he winked, looking how it made her weak in the knees.
He kissed her passionately, the kiss was slow and deep but young-soon wanted more.
She wanted him to kiss her madly, kissing like there's no tomorrow as she bit on his lower lips.
Jungkook pulled out and thumb on her lips,
"Is that what you want baby, want me to fuck you until you can't walk anymore"
She took his thumb in her mouth signalling him.
Jungkook took no time in putting her on his bed.
"Strip and on your knees, I don't want any teasing tonight"
YN obeyed with her pussy clenching on his deep voice. There she full naked and on her knees submitting herself to him. Jungkook was in awe, they had sex before but he was equally hard everytime she was naked.
Jungkook took the lube and started spreading on her ass cheeks.
"Damn! Baby, look at you so pretty and breed able for me , can't decide which hole should I fuck tonight". He could see her ass glistening as he started going down her wet pussy.
"This one" he teased by fingering her asshole, "Or this one" pushing his fingers now inside her pussy.
YN whimpered, her hole clenching
"Please, just fuck me!! I can't take it anymore, I need your cock Jungkook- ugh!!"
She stopped as she felt his cock penetrate her pussy.
'Fuck' he was even fully inside yet she was shaking.
"It's ok baby, breath" Even in the lust he could only care about her and her pleasure.
"You're doing so well, darling. You're so good taking my cock- fuck!!!" He groaned as she clenched on his cock.
He thrusted faster playing with one of her nipples. YN was literally at the edge as she called him out.
"Cum for me, baby" As he knew he was close too.
After coming down from their high Jungkook looks at yn, her sweat glistening down her body made her look goddess in his eyes. Feeling himself as the luckiest man in this universe.
YN looks at him the same way, when she saw him wearing half sleeves tshirt looking all bulky she couldn't help but feel hot leaving all the coldness from her body.
Jungkook finished cleaning them as he asked about showering again.
But YN took him in her arms kissing his nose she said,
" Let's just cuddle!" As they slept the night away in each other's arms.
YN planned to suprise Jungkook today with her self-made food. Proudly looking at her lunchbox as she stepped out the elevator of his office.
She stopped, YN couldn't believe her eyes, was she dreaming right now.
There was Sarah her colleague, walking out of Jungkook's office.
How was this possible, heck she didn't even know Jungkook. When YN was fresher she always heard about Sarah and everyone had same opinion
'She is problematic '.
"Hey! Yn"
YN didn't reply, staring into her soul leaving Sarah feeling awkward.
"Umm, I'll see you at work" As she scurried into the elevator.
YN was dumbfounded , Although YN rarely talked casually with Sarah.
It seems like now she would never after this incident.
Author's note: Heyy!! Armys. Tell me how was this chapter. I know you guys are wondering where is Yandere jk but I'm leaving small hints for y'all in every chapters. Yandere jk is the plot so he won't be coming so easily 😋. The real drama will start now.
Anyone who wants to be added in my tag list , please comment down.
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trtlebuns · 9 months
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Get Back Here
Prompt - He realised the child had seen him and he couldn't let him get away
Tags: Price, AFAB, Children, Fluff, Comedy
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It was 3am…
Price had promised that he wouldn’t be out too late but here he is trying to not make any noise to wake either you and his 15 year old son up.
“Shit” Price whispered angrily to himself as the door creaked loudly trying to open it
“Needs some fucking WD40” He said while fully stepping inside and slowly and carefully closing the door while checking his surroundings
Slipping off his shoes and coat to not place any tracks on the tile floor
“Alright” Price mumbled to himself as he walks through the house and passes the kitchen
But something caught his eye
A fresh batch of cookies in a container sitting on the counter
Who was he to deny a fresh baked cookie?
Who is ANYONE to deny- ok
He simple turnt on his heel and made his way to the cookies
“Hey…you come here often? I haven’t seen you around and you look pretty..delectable” Price said sweet nothings to the container as he opened it and indulged in about 3 cookies
“Y/n you really put your foot in this, damn” Price was about to reach for another one, but he felt eyes on him
A quick turn of the head
Your son sees him
Price sees his son
Your son sees him
Price sees his son
Your son sees him
Prices sees his son
Instantly your son dashes to your room, knowing that you told him:
“If your dad comes home late, come wake me up. I got an earful for that man, okay?”
“Get your ass back here” Price huffed out while chasing his son
“You’re in so much trouble old man” Your son laughed while reaching the door to your bedroom
“Don’t!” Price pleaded while trying to reaching out to grab your sons shirt to stop him from opening the bedroom door
But he was far too slow
“MOM!” Your son barged in your room, to see you already up, sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed and arms folded over your chest
“He’s late” your son huffed out while smiling
“Thank you my sweet sweet son, you can go back to living your life” you say while getting up
“Anytime mom” your son leaves and sticks his tongue out at price while he passes him to go back to his room
“Price~” You sung out while leaning on your bedroom door into the dark hallway
“I know you’re there~” you continued
“John.” You deadpanned
Instantly price comes out from the shadows with his boots and coat in hand, looking guilty as ever
“Baby-“ Price tried to plead
“Don’t baby me, get yo ass in here” you said while moving out the way to make room for price to walk in
Price slowly walks in and you close the door behind you
“NOW WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT COMING INTO MY HOUSE LATE AT NIGHT LIKE YOU AINT GOT NO TYPE OF SENSE” you yelled out
“Y/n-“ Price tried to talk but was cut out
“NO!” You continued to tell price about himself
The Next Door Neighbors
“Seems like we had captain out too late again” Ghost says as he hears you yelling at price
“DONT GET FUCKED UP JOHN!” Alejandro faintly heard while walking towards his bedroom chuckling
“You owe me $5 bucks” Soap says to ghost while he listened to you telling John about himself
“AND YO TEAM CAN GET FUCKED UP TOO I DONT CARE” Everyone heard you and chuckled to themselves, even your son.
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aanoia · 7 months
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Also also what about mine by Taylor swift with Remus?!?
It's out finally! I don't know why this was so hard to make lmfao.
Mine
Remus Lupin x reader words; 2226 (222 has been showing up EVERYWHERE and it's funny bc i found out my life path number is 11/2) song; Mine by T Swizzle (Taylor Swift) Warnings; death? idek gonna be working on requests for a while tonight by the way so expect more coming out! I just got my own henna cones bc im obsessed with henna i think it's so gorgeous (i would go to an actual henna artist to get it done bc i SUCK (for now) and we love supporting small businesses, but the only time there's one in my city is during the fair so i decided to buy my own) anywho have fun, LOVE YOU LOVING-AND-DREAMING &lt;3
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Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
You were in college working part time waitin' tables
Left a small town, never looked back
“Mr. Lupin, would you like to explain what is so interesting about Miss L/n, or may we continue with no distractions?” Professor McGonagall asked and I looked up from my paper as Sirius let out little laughs. Remus turned red as he smiled sheepishly at McGonagall.
“You may continue.” He said quietly and she nodded, smirking slightly.
“Thank you for your permission.” She said sarcastically and continued. Remus glanced at me again and I looked back down to my paper, pretending not to notice.
I was a flight risk with a fear of falling
Wonderin' why we bother with love if it never lasts
“Siriu-”
Sirius put his finger on my lips, silencing me as Remus tried to pull his friend away. “No, listen up, missy. I understand your parents suck at being married, mine do too, but that’s no reason to keep rejecting my poor best friend here when you’re obviously in love with him. You will go out with him, and you will have a good time. Understood?” He demanded and I nodded, flashing Remus a small smile.
I say, "Can you believe it?"
As we're lying on the couch
The moment, I can see it
Yes, yes, I can see it now
“I’m so glad you said yes.” Remus said softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head.
I giggled quietly, “Yes, I am too, Rem.” I sighed happily as the fire quietly crackled, shaking my head slightly at the whole reason we were officially together. Damn Sirius.
Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
My laughter echoed throughout the courtyard as I ran from Remus as quickly as I could. My legs burned and they involuntarily slowed, allowing Remus to catch up to me and wrap his arms around me in a big hug, swinging us side to side as we both laughed loudly.
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
I slapped my hand over my mouth, trying to quiet my breathing as we hid from the caretaker. I looked at Remus with wide eyes and he just grinned at me, proud he finally got me to break a rule and go out past curfew. I shook my head, thankful my hand was covering the small smile gracing my lips.
Flash forward, and we're taking on the world together
And there's a drawer of my things at your place
“I’m home!” Remus called out loudly and I snorted, walking out of the kitchen and leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed.
“Just move in already.” I suggested and he smiled and shook his head.
“Sure.” He agreed and my eyes widened, my arms dropped to my sides as my back straightened out.
“Really?” He nodded with a smile and I laughed happily, throwing my arms around him in a big hug. “Finally.”
You learn my secrets, and you figure out why I'm guarded
You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes
“We are not your parents, Y/n.” Remus said, trying to grab ahold of my hand but I pulled away, tears stinging my eyes.
“You’re not, Rem, you obviously aren’t. But what if I am?” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek.
He wiped the tear away and let his hand rest on my face, “What if you aren’t?” He challenged, kissing my forehead softly.
But we got bills to pay
We got nothing figured out
“No, only two. If we have three, one will feel left out.” I said and Remus shook his head.
“No, everything happens in trios. They’re much better than duos.”
\ “I don’t care. Two is better anyway, easier to take care of.”
“But thre-”
I glared at the man in front of me, “I don’t care. Two cats, that’s it.”
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes, this is what I thought about
“You got three, didn’t you?” I asked as I stood at the front door, already hearing the loud meowing from inside.
Remus smiled sheepishly and shrugged, “Perhaps.”
Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
My hand flew to my mouth as waves crashed against the shore.
Remus knelt in front of me, a nervous smile on his face as James, Sirius, Lily, and the newest member of our family, Harry, stood around us. Sirius held tightly onto the big camera as he chanted yes.
“Remus- yes, oh my, yes!” I exclaimed, not giving him time to stand up and instead kneeled down to kiss him, forgetting about the ring as his back hit the sand, our laughter following as a loud click and flash filled our senses.
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
“Remember, no cake in my face.” I warned Remus as we were about to cut our wedding cake.
He smiled, “Of course.”
I winked to Sirius, who once again had a camera, and held in my laughs as the knife sunk into the cake. Instead of waiting for the piece to be fully cut, I grabbed a chunk of cake from the opposite side - the camera clicked and flashed - and smashed it into Remus’ face. He froze before wiping the cake from his eyes and looking at me with a familiar glint in his eyes.
“I’m gonna get you.”
Do you remember all the city lights on the water?
You saw me start to believe for the first time
The lights of the eiffel tower shined brightly onto the water as I watched with awe in my eyes. Remus looked at me fondly, love coursing through his veins as he gazed at his wife.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and I looked at him, a blush spilling over my cheeks. Truthfully, he was the beautiful one. The way the lights highlighted his face and sparkled in his honey brown eyes entranced me as I smiled.
“You’re beautiful, as well.” 
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
Oh-oh, oh
Remus narrowed his eyes at the girl Sirius brought to Christmas dinner. Usually, it didn’t matter to him what anyone was wearing, as long as they liked it it was fine. But wearing something that's easily comparable to what a stripper would wear to a dinner where you were informed about children being present, was a little far.
“Remus.” I gently grabbed his hand. “I know you don’t like her, I don’t either, but please be civil.”
“What if we prank her?” He whispered back.
I snorted, but my smile dropped as I realized he was being serious, “No, what?”
He nodded, “Please?”
I hesitated before sighing, “Fine. Let’s do it.”
I quietly walked back from the bathroom and froze as I saw the prank had worked. Sirius’ new girl was screeching loudly as her skin turned green and warts popped up randomly. I looked Remus in the eye as he held in his laughter. I winked at him and he smiled proudly, we did it. The best part, by far, was the loud giggling of baby Harry as he watched the witch begin to cry angrily. I picked up the boy and laughed with him, gently tickling his sides only making his laughs harder.
And I remember that fight, 2:30 a.m
As everything was slipping right out of our hands
“No, goddamnit, Y/n, it’s my life!” Remus yelled and I shook my head.
“No, Remus, it’s our life! It became our life when you married me!” I yelled back louder, briefly glancing at the clock and internally wincing. 2:26 AM the clock read. 
“I want to be a teacher, what’s so bad about that?” 
I threw my hands up, “Do you listen to me, Remus? I’ve told you over and over it’s fucking Hogwarts! I love that place but these past few years it’s gotten dangerous! I won’t let you teach there.” I explained as tears stung at my eyes.
“I don’t care! You don’t get an opinion on this!”
I ran out crying, and you followed me out into the street
I pushed the door open roughly and ran to the street, the rain beating down on me as I sobbed and fell to my knees. The water collected on the rough cement soaked my pajama pants, only making me cry harder at the small inconvenience. 
Braced myself for the goodbye
'Cause that's all I've ever known
The door slammed open again and I shut my eyes tightly, preparing myself for the inevitable. My body shook, from the cold or the crying, I really didn't know. Probably both. I waited for him to ask for the rings back and leave me there on my own.
I opened my eyes and watched Remus’ figure get closer as I struggled to take the rings off.
“What are you doing?” He asked, fear in his voice.
“I already know you want them back.”
Then you took me by surprise
You said, "I'll never leave you alone"
To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me tightly, swaying side to side slightly like he always did.
“Never.” He whispered.
You said, "I remember how we felt, sitting by the water
And every time I look at you, it's like the first time
“Y/n?” He asked above the rain.
“Yeah?”
“Do you remember when we were running around the courtyard because you were being a grumpy pants and wouldn’t hug me?”
I nodded and smiled fondly at the memory. “Yeah, and then you caught me by the lake and we almost fell in.” He pulled away and looked at me fondly.
I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter
She is the best thing that's ever been mine"
“That’s the moment I knew I was gonna marry you one day. That’s when I knew I loved you and never wanted to be away from you.”
I looked at him with a small smile, “Really?”
He nodded, “I swear on my beautiful wife.”
Hold on and make it last
Hold on, never turn back
I sat quietly on the train, reading my book as nostalgia filled my body. Remus sat next to me, his coat draped over his eyes so he could rest. I glanced at him and sighed, shaking my head and wondering how he convinced me to not only let him teach, but also have me co-teach Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid.
“This is the only open compartment.” A voice said and I looked up from my book. My breath left my body as I saw a familiar boy walk through the compartment door, a boy and a girl following after him. 
The boy looked at me with a small smile. “I’m sorry. Is it alright if we sit in here? Everywhere else is full.” 
I nodded with a smile, “Of course.” He glanced at Remus’ sleeping figure and sat across from me.
“My names Harry Potter, and this is Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Are you a new professor?” Harry asked and my heart clenched.
“Yes, I am. Professor L/n, pleasure to meet you three, I’ll be co-teaching with Hagrid, I’m sure you know him. This lump next to me is my husband, also a new professor. Professor Lupin, unfortunately he’s exhausted so he’s simply napping.”
Harry nodded in understanding, “Is he our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?”
“Yes, he is.”
(Hold on) you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
(Hold on) you are the best thing that's ever been mine
“Well, well, well.” I said, leaning against the doorframe as I watched Remus and Sirius hug. Sirius pulled away and looked at me with a smirk. “If it isn’t Sirius Black, back from Azkaban.”
“I’m innocent, Y/n/n. I swea-”
I cut him off with a big hug, winking at Remus who smiled at me gratefully. “I know you are, Sirius. I know.”
Do you believe it?
We're gonna make it now
“If we di-”
“We won’t.” Remus persisted.
“Rem. If we die, just know how much I love you, alright? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m so grateful to have you as my husband and my best friend.”
Remus sighed and nodded, “I love you too. But we won’t die, my love. We’ve got someone to live for.” I smiled as we both looked to our newborn son who gurgled quietly in his sleep.
“Yes, we have someone to live for.”
And I can see it (yeah, yeah)
I watched in horror as the group of Death Eater’s pointed their wands together. I grabbed Remus’ hand tightly as they muttered a powerful spell together, sending Remus and I flying back before the world went dark and Sirius’ voice filled my eyes.
“Finally.” He said.
“We’ve been waiting forever for you two to die.” A new voice said. James?
“You two gits, be quiet.” Lily. “Welcome home.”
I can see it now
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illusioninfnty · 5 months
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Outlast: Chapter Seven (Sam Giddings x Reader)
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3:02
You only had a few moments of quiet to yourself before Mike went and disrupted it.
He was never good with silence in a room, always having to be the one to break it. You should’ve known he’d open his mouth before you even had a chance to clear your own thoughts.
“So, we’re still not going to address the giant elephant in the room?” he asks you, peering around your shoulder and looking up at you. 
You stare straight ahead, avoiding his eyes as to not give him any tell to what you’re feeling at the moment. You were still frustrated with his persistence in knowing the truth. But it was too dangerous for him to know, and you still stood by that decision. You were confident in your ability to handle this on your own. There was no need to put your friends in any more unnecessary danger than they were already in.
“I’m not, but you can do whatever the hell you want, I guess.” You brush him off and push on past him, careful to not make your footsteps too loud while traveling through the tunnels. Anything could be lurking in the shadows, and it was better to be safe than sorry. 
You hear him sigh from behind you. “Dude, come on. You’re hiding all this big shit from me and you expect me to not be curious? Yeah fucking right.”
He bumps your shoulder and you shake your head in warning. “It’s really complicated, alright? And besides, it would probably be better to talk about this when everyone is here. I don’t want to be repeating myself.” 
It was an excuse, but a damn good one that you came up with on the spot. You weren’t planning on telling any of them, especially Mike. You didn’t want him to get an even bigger hero complex than he already has. It would only lead him into more danger.
“So you’re telling me that you already know—”
You cut him off. “Look, let’s just focus on finding the others right now, okay? We can get back to this later.” 
Mike eyes you warily, as if he already knows you’re lying to him. “I won’t drop this, you know.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
“Do you really—”
“Yes, Mike, I will answer all of the burning questions you have for me, eventually.” 
He barely had time to reply before you two made it to a familiar place—the lodge. But you weren’t at the normal entrance. Instead it looked as though you had come from a back way, and were heading right towards the basement.
“Someone may be in there. Be careful not to spook them,” you warned Mike.
“I’m not stupid, Tex.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes. But the way he lightened up his footsteps ever so slightly had you smirking in victory.
When the two of you made it to the tiny grate that was the basement window, Mike stepped in front of you. He slowed down, then came to a stop, causing you to peek out from behind to check what made him pause.
And then you hear your name being called out by a voice you knew all too well. Sam.
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3:10
Hearing Sam’s voice was like breathing in a breath of fresh air that you didn’t know that you needed until that very moment.
“Sam!” You push Mike out of your way, hearing a slight hey!  from him. But you ignore his complaints, instead immediately running towards your girlfriend who is bound to a chair, wearing nothing but a towel.
Your jaw clenches as you grasp onto the bars of the window, trying to pull them loose but to no avail.
“Who did this to you?” 
Sam looks disoriented, rapidly blinking as she takes in her surroundings. “I-I’m not entirely sure. I was in the bath and then there was this man chasing me and—”
“Okay, okay just,” Mike begins to calm her down, holding his hand out to shush her. “Just relax. We’ll get you out of there and then we can regroup and figure out what the hell is going on.”
You were never a patient person, and you sure as hell weren’t going to wait for Mike to come up with a solution when you had an easier one on hand.
Whipping out the machete, you search for an entrance, finding one around the corner and you take your weapon to the wooden door.
“Woah, Tex! You’re going to alert someone!” The banging of your machete drowns out Mike’s exclamations. You’re laser-focused on getting Sam out of the basement.
“Oh fuck off! We don’t have any better ideas!”
The door finally splinters away enough where you can bust through it. You shoulder your way in and are finally able to see Sam.
You didn’t realize how long it had actually been since you last saw your girlfriend. She looked utterly exhausted, deep bags having formed under her eyes and her skin looking paler than usual. She’s practically slumped in the chair she’s tied to, and there’s a nasty bruise forming on her temple.
You rush over to her and swiftly cut her free, scooping her up in your arms tightly. Your arms quiver, a combination of the cold and the relief of seeing her alive and safe.
“Oh my god, you don’t know how glad I am to see you alone in a creepy basement.”
Sam laughs at your comment and grabs your forearms to steady herself as you pull back, leaning up to kiss you.
You press yourself into her, missing the feeling of her touch against you. Her lips are cold and chapped, but you couldn’t care less about that. Sam’s body melts into your hold, and you run your hands through your fingers as you deepen the kiss, a soft moan leaving your girlfriend’s lips as you do so.
A superficial cough breaks you out of your kiss.
You swivel your head towards Mike, giving him your middle finger for the interruption. His eyes shift everywhere but to your own, and he rocks on the balls of his feet awkwardly.
“Fuck off, man,” you growl out, “I’ve been worrying about her since I fucking left. Give me a break.”
Sam sighs, patting your chest gently. “It’s fine, babe. I need to get dressed anyway.”
You grab her backpack for her and usher her over to an isolated corner of the room to give her some semblance of privacy.
You turn back and see that Mike hasn’t moved from his position. You send him the iciest glare you can muster.
“Do you mind?”
He jumps a bit. “Oh. Right. My bad.” And then he finally turns around.
You tut and roll your eyes. “Fucking men,” you grumble under your breath.
Sam only takes a quick minute to change into her clothes, donning a red zip-up hoodie and some light gray athletic leggings.
You let out a teasing low whistle when she bends down to close her bag, admiring your girlfriend’s beautiful assets. 
The tinge of red that you see covering the tips of her ears has you laughing as she finishes tying her shoes, and you give her another kiss as the three of you regroup and figure out what the fuck has been going on.
“So, what happened?” Sam speaks first. “Where the hell have you guys been?”
You share a glance with Mike. You both hesitate to answer.
“Did you see any others?” Sam continues. “The house was empty when he attacked me. I couldn’t find Chris or Ashley. Did you see them on your way here?”
You and Mike exchange a look. Sam was stuck in the lodge this whole entire time. She knew absolutely nothing about what had conspired.
Sam rolls her eyes. “C’mon guys. Spill.”
You didn’t want Mike to have to spend any more time than he had to thinking about his girlfriend’s death, so you spoke up instead.
“Jess…” You grab onto Sam’s hand, rubbing your thumb across the back of it. “Jess didn’t make it. She was attacked.” You can hear the hitch in her breath and the way she subtly squeezes your hand tighter. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike beats you to it, now pacing back and forth.
“He killed her, Sam. There's some maniac on the mountain who is trying to kill us. All of us. And I swear to God, when everyone is safe and accounted for I am gonna hunt that fucker down and rip his nuts off one at a goddamn time.”
Sam’s eyes widen. “Whoa.”
You don’t want him to get even more riled up, so you interrupt his tirade.
“We couldn’t reach her in time...” You trail off as you see the way Sam’s reaction changes ever so slightly with the news.
“What?” You grab onto her shoulders. You knew that look on her face, the way her eyebrows furrow and she bit her lip that was quivering ever-so-slightly. It meant that something bad had happened. Real bad. “What is it, Sam?” You ask her, concerned.
She looks up at you and guilt shines in her eyes. “Babe,” she begins, “Something else happened.”
“Are you hurt anywhere?” You start inspecting her, looking for any more injuries she may be hiding from you.
“What’s going on?” Mike asks hurriedly, seeing the way your body tenses up from Sam’s reaction.
“No, no—” She gently pushes you away, grabbing your hands and making eye contact with you. “It’s not me. Baby, it’s-it’s Josh. There was this video, and…” she teeters off, biting her lip, her eyes now downcast. “He’s dead.”
You freeze.
Josh? One of your childhood best friends? The guy you were just joking around with only a couple hours ago?
You try to maintain your composure as you take in the news. Sam’s hand acts like your anchor, and you're happy she never let go of it.
Your mind drifts back to her words. There was a video. Which meant she had to watch him die. The thought fills you with rage. She didn’t deserve to see something so traumatizing as her friend’s death.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you say to her gently, pulling her head closer to you and stroking her hair. “How did all of this happen? You said there was a man?”
Her head lowers, no doubt sorting through all of the memories in her head. “I got out of the bath, and I couldn't find Chris, Ashley, or Josh. There was this man, he had on a weird mask. I ran into the theater room, and on the screen,” her voice quivers and your heart clenches in your chest. “The video. Josh was chained up, and there was this giant saw,” she takes a deep breath. “The man was chasing me around the house. I tried to hide, but he knocked me out. I was only awake for a bit before you guys found me.”
You hide your shudder of disgust. Not even a quick death. You instead nod, focusing in on Sam and listening to her every word intently. “And you’re sure you’re alright?” you ask her gently.
She kisses the crevice between your shoulder and neck. “I’m alright. I’ve had some time to process it.” She takes a few more seconds to bask in your hold and then she stands up, rubbing her hands together. “We need a plan for what the hell we’re going to do now.”
“Right,” Mike sighs out.
Suddenly, you hear faint screams in the room next to you. All three of you swivel your heads to the noise.
“Is that…” he starts.
“Please!” A voice screams out. There’s no doubt that the voice belongs to Ashley.
“Fuck,” you grumble, and you rush over to unlock the door where it’s coming from. You can hear Sam and Mike’s footsteps as they come up behind you.
You won’t let another friend die tonight.
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Character Traits: 
Honest: 4/10 ↓
Charitable: 9/10 
Funny: 4/10  
Brave: 10/10 
Romantic: 7/10 ↑
Curious: 5/10 
Relationship Status:
Ashley: 6/10 
Chris: 8/10 
Emily: 5/10  
Jess: 3/10 
Josh: 9/10 
Matt: 7/10 
Mike: 5/10 ↓
Sam: 10/10
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Chapter Six || Chapter Eight
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loveswrites · 7 months
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Pinky Swear Wayne x Reader
Pinky Swear Wayne X Reader
Word count: 1416
Time it took me: 1 hour and 50 mins
To My Loves: Here's the Wayne post I promised in July lmao. I may be a slow writer but I'm damn good when I do it that's all I gotta say. @jellyedkazoo I told you that I would tell you when I wrote it. Here you go love. I hope you like it! <3
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“I missed you or whateva.” Wayne said, trying to act all nonchalant.
“I know you did Wanye but I have homework to do. After that trip with my family it’s piled up and I have so much to do.” You said smiling at your boyfriend. You couldn’t help it. 
You were gone for two weeks on a random family vacation. Your family did that often. If life felt even the slightest bit of stressful a plane, a boat or a car was the way out. Sometimes you saw it as your parents running away from their problems but I guess it runs in the family. Cause you tend to do the same thing often. Ditching school, family dinners or even dates. Like the one you were supposed to go on with Wayne before you left. 
“You didn’t even answer any of my calls or texts.”
“I couldn’t we were in the middle of the ocean.” You said, shaking your head.
“You’ve texted me from ‘the middle of the ocean’ multiple times before. What’s so special about this time?” Wayne said his accent grew thicker as he grew a little agitated.
“We didn’t pay for that plan this time.” You said putting your books down on your desk. That was a lie. You saw all his phone calls and texts.. When your phone wasn’t on ‘Do Not Disturb’ that is. 
“You didn’t even tell me you where back.” Wayne said softly. This made you pause. You didn’t move or say a word.
“Are you avoiding me? You ditched me on our date before you left and you haven’t said anything since.” He voiced his words cracking at the end. 
This broke your heart. You didn’t know what to say. But round two of the middle of the sea was looking mighty good right now. 
You weren’t mad at Wanye or anything. Nor were you interested in anyone else, No no far from that. In fact it was too far from that. You were in love with Wayne and you confirmed it that night. Thinking back to that night made your heart skip to many beats. 
 Walking up a wet raining sidewalk you were excited about your date with Wayne. You always had fun with him no matter what the two of you did. Rather you were stealing, baking a cake, watching him fight someone else, or just laying in each other's company. You valued his company like no other and him you. Everyone shook in fear when they saw Wayne coming but you would jump with joy. He was your love. And you were his. 
 You saw Wayne sitting in a corner booth through the window of the diner. You smiled as you watched him attempt to make his hair ‘better’. No matter how many times you told Wanye you liked the way he looked and he didn’t need to change he would always true to look more put together for you. As you continued to gaze at him from across the street you saw the waitress walk up to the table with two cups. He had already ordered for you two. You never changed your order and he knew that. Who knew a cup could make everything click.
‘Oh I love him.’ You thought to yourself in a dreamy state. Wait woah no. Your eyes widened at these thoughts. I can’t love him, it's too soon. We’ve only been dating for six months. What if he doesn’t love me? What do I do? Just as these thoughts flooded into your brain your phone vibrated. Unlocking your phone you saw you had received two texts.
 One from Wayne: 'I'm here.’ 
And one from your mother ‘Make sure you pack before you go to sleep. Our flight leaves at 8 am. We wake at 5 am.”
You looked up from your phone and stared into the diner window from across the street. Taking your first step back you felt at ease. The further you got from that diner. From Wayne, the lighter your heart felt. Who knew all you needed to fix your problems was a bathing suit and cocktail in the middle of the sea.
“Are you even listening to me?” Wayne said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“I am, I just..”
“You just what? Is..” He trailed off. Turning around you looked at him to see him facing the floor with his jaw clenched. 
“Is it another guy? Am I not good enough for you?” Wayne said, looking up at you. His eyes were watery but you could tell he wouldn’t let them drop if it was the last thing he did. 
“No no! It’s not that, you're perfect for me.” You rushed out. How could he think that? You couldn’t see yourself with anyone else in the world.
“Then why did you leave me.” Wayne said more like a statement than a question. 
You still were too scared to admit the truth. What if it ruined everything between you two? What if you already ruined what was good? You were born to break things your father would always tell you. Yet your mother would always tell you that you were born to fix things. It’s like a devil and angel on the shoulder situation going on here. 
“I-” You closed your eyes tightly. You’ve never said these words to anybody.
“You what? Tell me..” Wayne said softly. Seeing him like this hurt. He looked like a wounded puppy. But it was only you who could ever make him feel like this. 
“Gosh I love you Wayne. That’s why I ditched you at the diner and didn’t tell you. That’s why I wasn’t going to tell you I was back but you showed up at my door and I couldn’t do anything about it. I love you and there’s nothing that scares me more. Okay?” You rambled out and you felt the feeling of relief lift off your chest. But you felt it all come back when you looked at Wayne. He didn’t look like he could feel the love Mr. Krabs.
“You what?” He questioned.
“Nothing just forget-”
“Say it again.”
“I love you Wayne. I love you so much it hurts okay?” You stated once again. Wow twice in a row and it doesn’t get easier with this tension in the air.
“I love you too.” Wayne whispered so low you could barely hear it.
“What?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows In attempts to hear better. The stupidest things a human will do.
“I love you too.” Wayne said, raising his voice clearing his throat at the end of his sentence.
“For how long?” You smiled digging for details now that the hard attention wasn’t on you.
“Since I first saw you.. Or whateva.” Wayne said looking everywhere else but your face.
“So your love crazy? That’s why you beat up that kid to find out where I was?” You questioned to see if the rumors you were herding were true.
“You heard about that?” Wayne questioned.
“So it’s true?!” You laughed out. He was crazy for you.
“What else was I supposed to do? You left me.” He said, watching you with his calculating eyes as you walked closer to him, closing the gap between you two. Laying one of your hands on his cheek Wayne immediately leaned into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist slowly pulling you into him. As he did this you felt the both of you relax in each other's hold. It took forever to get Wayne to get this comfortable with you. This was all you two needed. Each other.
“Don’t leave me like that again.” Wayne said as he hid his face in your neck. You still didn’t understand why he would do this. But one day you asked him and he said ‘It feels like home.’
“I won’t.” You whispered, running your other hand through his hair. 
“You pinky swear or whateva it is?” Wayne spoke, making you laugh a little. He never knew how to handle sentimental stuff.
“I pinky swear or whateva.” You promised, mocking him at the same time.
Wayne grabbed one of your hands and wrapped your pinky around his. He was going to hold you to your promise. 
“You keep your promise and I’ll do the same.” Wayne promised. 
God just plan the wedding now. 
Pulling him down to you you laid a kiss on his lips sealing the promise. 
There’s nowhere you’d rather be.
Your Wayne.
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The Lost Boys watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
This is longer than anything I’ve written up to this point already so if y’all like this I’ll do a part two.
(Part one-Seasons 1-3) (Spoilers for BTVS)
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•Paul makes them watch it
•They’re like, ‘Why would we watch a show about a vampire slayer? Haven’t we lived that nightmare?’
•He’s like ‘wait wait wait you guys, the vampire slayer is a hot girl AND she has SEX with the vampires.’ Nightmare? More like wet dream
•They’re like 😮😮😮
•So they watch it
•They see her in the first episode and they’re like damn we got two 12 year olds with god complexes and they got this hot blonde chick???
•There is no justice.
•Paul is IN LOVE with Buffy. He watches the show with heart eyes fr
•The boys are like, ‘Paul she’s a slayer it would never work’ and he’s like, ‘I could fix her😍’
•Dwayne sighs
•The first couple of episodes are hard for them to get through, but Paul’s like, just power through it
•They think Cordelia is hot
•Angel’s introduced and they’re like, dude this tall quiet guy who reads a lot is just like you Dwayne!
•Once they find out that Angel’s a vampire that doesn’t even eat people, Dwayne’s pissed.
• “Damn, they made your guy a pussy.” Marko gets a pillow thrown at him
•Once they find out he gets the girl though they’re kind of like, gotta do what you gotta do I guess
•They hate Xander. HATE HIM.
•They grumble every time he comes on screen
•1. They think he’s annoying as hell and 2. He’s trying to steal Buffy from Angel??? LET HER FUCK VAMPIRES XANDER
•Buffy dies in the season one finale and Paul LOSES IT. He’s like, ‘there was not one single vampire hookup wtf??? All we got was some slow burn shit???’
•Oh she’s back, nevermind.
•In season two Spike shows up and they do a double take
•Marko, Paul, and Dwayne silently look at Spike, then at David, then at Spike, then at David again
•Paul says, “…is that guy supposed to be you?”
•David’s narrows his eyes and says, “I don’t see it.”
•The boys all exchange looks and then Marko says, “yeah he has a British accent and a great haircut, he’s wayyyy hotter than you.”
•Marko gets a boot thrown at him
•Marko WANTS to add that Spike doesn’t need high-heeled boots to look taller but he’s on thin ice so he keeps his mouth shut.
•Spike is a total bad ass with a hot crazy vampire girlfriend
•They’re like damn where are our hot crazy vampire partners????
•No. Justice.
•Paul says, “well, Marko’s our hot crazy vampire partner.” And Dwayne and David are like true true.
•Marko grumbles like ok but where’s MY psychopath
•Then they watch Spike get hit over the head with an axe by Buffy’s MOM and they all get second hand embarrassment, like yikes
•They’re like, ‘Lucy never could’ve pulled one over on us like that’ embarrassing.
•When Buffy fucks Angel they’re like FINALLY
•Angel turns into Angellus and eats someone in the next episode and Paul jumps up and yells “I knew he was fakin’ it!”
•Marko, David, and Dwayne groan. Dwayne’s like ‘just listen’
•Later that same episode Buffy blows up the bad guy with a bazooka and they’re like ‘damn we’ll take the twelve year olds’
•They love that Angel tortures and eats people now
•David literally pulls out a notepad and takes notes
•When Angel kills Jenny and stages the murder scene for Giles he and Marko each shed a single tear at the artistry. They’re impressed.
•Paul’s like, when are they gonna fuck again?
•When they see how Angellus turned Drusilla crazy they’re like ohhh ok so that’s how we get the hot crazy vampire partners
•Now Marko’s taking notes too
•Xander lies to Buffy so she thinks there’s no chance of saving Angel and Marko’s like, ‘can Angel just eat this guy?’
•Spike and Buffy team up? (Hot). Angel gets cured? Buffy kills Angel?????
•They take a break for blood after the season 2 finale, it’s a lot to process.
•Faith comes into town in season three they think she’s HOT
•Paul ships Faith and Buffy
•He also ships them with him😍
•ANGEL IS BACK???? AND NAKED???? COULD THINGS GET ANY BETTER????
•Paul is literally drooling through the entire episode
•They’re bored by angsty Angel he is nice to look at though they miss Angellus
•Willow and Xander kiss? Dwayne, who’s been pretty quiet the whole time, says “she could do so much better.” They all nod
•They literally think “the dog” is a better choice for her
•Xander is the biggest vampire cockblock ever they hate him so much
•SPIKE’S BACK
•His hot crazy girlfriend dumped him. Damn.
•They pause the show to pour one out
•They love Spike so much
•He’s basically David at this point and they love David. (David especially loves David so he’s a hugeeee Spike fan)
•Paul’s favorite episode is Bad Girls
•He rewinds and replays the scene where there dancing together at the bronze. Like a lot.
•Dwayne confiscates the remote after the 8th playback
•Their jaws drop when Faith kills someone, but they’re on her side.
•Marko’s like, ‘It’s not that deep Buffy, geez’
•They appreciate the use of chains in the show
•Faith is evil now? Hell yeah.
•The show needed another hot evil female character. She’s not a vampire but they’ll take it
•Hot crazy vampire Willow the next episode, fuck yes!
•Angellus is back? Just what this season needed
•He’s Marko’s favorite character
•This torture scene is weirdly erotic? David and Marko love it.
•Angellus isn’t back???? Their jaws are on the floor
•Marko’s low key disappointed but he appreciates the plot twist.
•They all miss Spike
•They love Faith but they hate the mayor.
•Second biggest vampire cockblock fr
•Also he eats bugs? What’s up with that?
•Angel gets shot by a poison arrow? Dwayne says he’ll stop watching if Angel dies, he grew on him.
• “Nooo Faith don’t die you’re too sexy ahaha”
•They HATE the watcher council, especially Wesley. They think Angel should get to eat him.
•Angel feeds from Buffy? They’re jealous.
•Paul is HELLA jealous
•He yells at the TV like, “THAT SHOULD BE ME”
•They finish season three, the gang beats the bad guy blah blah blah, but ANGEL LEAVES
•They all agree there needs to be another sexy vampire in season 4 to fill the hole Angel left
To be continued???
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omg would you ever write a part 2 for star struck maybe when they first meet on set and their relationship building up until he goes on jimmy fallon! i’m actually in love with your writing x
A/N: OMG I love this. SO SO SORRY for taking so long to write this, life got in the way and I had to handle some stuff! I hope you like it :)
Love At First Take
Summary: Being an extra on Stranger Things was already a dream come true for you. But to fall in love with Joseph Quinn....that was an added bonus.
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Warnings: Just come fluffy cuteness!!!
Sequel to Starstruck
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"And CUT! That was great, reset everyone!"
That day was an amazing and trying day for you, being on the set of Stranger Things as an extra and seeing all the hype and what it was cracked up to be. You were lucky enough to be an extra with a girlfriend of yours, the casting call going out from Georgia and you both drove down from Boston when they reached out and wanted you two. So you both pulled together some money for traveling, able to crash at her relative's house in Atlanta while you two were going to be extras, and lastly you piled into your little car, making it to Georgia in the knick of time.
What a dream come true!
You were sitting at a cafeteria table with some other extras, all of you were clad in your high school 80's attire and ready for see some of the major stars of the TV. You all were excited, beyond excited, when Finn and Gaten were on set and ready for their take. Of course, some of the newer characters and the actors playing them were at their marks too, one of them seemed to have caught your eye and made your stomach flip.
Joseph Quinn, playing the metal head Eddie Munson.
He was an English actor, already making waves with the co-stars on set with rumors of his kindness and quirky sense of humor. He seemed to be a very nice guy, always cheerful coming on set in his wig and Hellfire Club attire. Of course you thought he was American when he did the first take at the Hellfire Club table in the cafeteria, yet once the take was done and he used his English accent, your eyes raised up and you grinned.
Damn, he did sound quite attractive.
You two met between takes 3 and 4 in the cafeteria scene, you running into him on accident and you two bumping shoulders. He was moving to get into another spot, not seeing you for a split moment. But once you two collided shoulder wise, he whirled around quickly and looked concerned as you shrugged it.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't see...you," He slowed down a bit, taking in your high school attire. You were dressed as one of the party-kids, your hair in an offsides ponytail and in bright neon colors. But you grinned, seeing his eyes trained on your face and not your clothes alone. The way he looked at you, almost like he was engraining your image in his mind, it made your stomach flip.
"Oh, it's okay!" You replied in a shrug, waving him off, "I'm fine! No harm no foul,"
Joe grinned at you, a genuine smile that made you see all of his teeth and the small hint of dimples on his cheeks there. You grinned back, about to move away and go back to your seat before you turned back at him and pointed at him.
"By the way...you're doing really great as Eddie," You complimented, then ducking your head with a hint fo blush on your cheeks to slide back into your spot. The other extras were chatting with one another, not noticing you making a shy smile on your face and how your foot was jittery. It felt bold enough to flirt with him, someone who's a legit actor on the set of one the biggest Shows in Netflix history, or in TV history in general. But for some reason, it felt natural to compliment him. Even more when you looked up and saw Joe walk back over to his spot at the Hellfire Club table, seeing a genuine smirk on his face and a hint of fondness in his eyes, that made your grin wider too.
"Already, right where we left off! Extras start chatting and moving...and....ACTION!"
"Well," Joe huffed as he got up on the table and starting walking on the surface, "As long as you're into band.....or science.....or....pparrtieess." He whined at your table, making you and the extras sneer at him like you practiced. But for a split moment you two locked eyes, his brown ones to your bright green ones, and you felt like you could freeze into a statue then. Perhaps he did feel the way too, but that would be silly in your mind. Those two seconds of you two watched one another felt like a solid minute, such a silly thing to think about when you two barely spoke for no more than a few seconds, yet Eddie went on.
"OR A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!" He roared in a taunting manner to the jock table. You were beaming on the inside, fee liking love a lovesick teenager for someone who seemed so out of reach from you.
And you merely spoke a handful or words to the guy.
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3 Weeks Later
"So, you're in Hozier?"
"And you're not?"
Joe chuckled as you two were sitting on a picnic table, watching a scene not too far away out at the Hawkin's Library where Maya and Natalia were filming. You were eating some grapes that was nestled on your lap as Eddie was sporting his infamous wig. The air was sticky and humid with the sun behind the clouds, giving some comfort but not a whole lot.
Joe found you after the scene was wrapped in the cafeteria, flagging you down before you could escape to the costume department and get back into your real clothes. You were floored to see him approach you, and even more so when he asked what you name was. Maybe he was just being nice, that's what you thought as he asked if you were going to be sticking around as an extra for the rest of the series. When you said yes, you could have sworn his smile could radiate the sun that was already beating down on you all.
Since then, if you were on set, Joe would wave at you and jog over to say hello. Some of the extras looked over with a hint of jealousy to see you chatting with one of the stars, not that the other stars were mean or cruel. They were all so nice to the extras, chatting with them and enjoying their company. Especially Joe, whom was kind and was giving hugs to those who asked for them. But he would always find his way to you and seek you out, and you never knew why. But one of the first conversations you two had was on music, you mentioning how you were a bit of a Metallica fan because of your father. That spiraled into music genres, who was great and who was too mainstream. Joe was interested in your taste in music, you two talking and chatting throughout most of the way when you were shooting a scene.
"His music is nice and slow," You explained as you popped a grape in your mouth, Joe watching with a smirk as you shrugged, "One of my favorites is Like Real People Do. It's gorgeous,"
"Haven't heard it yet," He replied, "I've only heard Take Me To Church."
"Oh you're missing out!" You reasoned, "One of his best ones is called Work Song. The lyrics alone are breathtaking and just....heart-aching," You sighed, tilted your head to the side as you smiled. Joe chuckled, making you eye him suspiciously
"What?" You asked, Joe chuckling.
"They way you talk about music is..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words but nothing was working for him.
"Silly?" You asked, though he shook his head.
"Quite lovely," He replied, his accent mouth and rolling off his tongue as you looked at him with a small smile. Your ducked your head for a split moment, "Honestly, I love hearing you talk about music,"
"Oh....thanks," You thanked Joe, seeing him nod his head, "I try not to get carried away when I talk about it. But don't take it from me, go listen to that song when you have the chance. You're gonna love it,"
"You swear?" Joe asked as he nudged your shoulder with his, his voice sounding a bit like a tease. You heard your friend call out your name from afar, you looking down at your watching and notching that it was time for you to head home for the day. As much as you wanted to stay with Joe and talk some more about music, you knew it was time to go.
"I swear," You replied cooly, hopping off the table and waving at him, "Talk to you later, Joe! Night!"
"Goodnight!" He called out to you as you were walking away from him. You shoved your hands in your pockets, kicking some leaves as you walked and grinning like a mad woman from talking with Joe. He made it seem so relaxing and calm, no one judging you two or making you feel uncomfortable as you spoke to one another. He seemed like any other guy to talk to, cracking jokes to make you laugh or pestering you about you were currently listening to or reading. Talking to him made your day fly by, even on the days where you barely were in a scene or other days where it was an all day afar.
"I think you have the female extras jealous," Your friend commented in a grin as you two were back in your street clothes and walking to her car, "What do you two talk about anyways?"
"We're just talking," You explained, "Those girls are too desperate anyhow, "Honestly, we just talk about music and what we both are reading,"
"Too cute! " She teased, unlocking her car and popping into the diver side. You were about to get into the passenger side when you heard someone jogging up to you from behind. You turned, surprised to see Joe rushing over to you.
"Hey! I wanted to ask if you were doing something......on Friday night," Joe said to you, you freeze as you were holding the door open. Maybe you were short circuiting in front of him, almost looking like you were in a daze and and not knowing how to answer him.
"She's free!" Your friend hollered in the car, you whirring around to glare at her as she grinned wickedly at you and shrug. Sighing, you looked back at Joe, seeing a soft stare at him as you nodded.
"Yeah, I'm free," You replied, Joe almost bouncing on his feet.
"Cool! Maybe we can hang out.....and get some dinner together?" He asked with a hint of hope in his eyes and in his tone. That made your heart beat beyond fast, not realizing that Jospeh Quinn asked you on a date. He was one of the actors in the show....the one whom was being swooned by the female extras and them some....and he just asked you on a date.
You!
But this was almost Joseph Quinn, the same guy who you would talk for hours with about music, books, and corny reality tv shows that were bryson trash. Who's laugh was infectious and addicting to listen to on repeat, who's gentle heart was always seem on his sleeve and his smile could light up any darkened room. So it seemed like it would be the natural answer, the best one, with no hesitation and with no remorse.
"I would love that, Joe,"
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8 Months Later
"So, you're coming with me to New York, right luv?"
You poked your head up from the bed, hearing Joe talk to you from the opening into the bathroom. You grinned, moving the bedsheet to cover your upper chest since you were still taking and bare in the hotel bed. Your hair askew all over the pillow as the crisp morning was sleeping in from the open window.
"Of course, Joe! I wouldn't miss it for the world," You replied out loud, knowing he would hear it as you moved to lay out on your belly, reaching for the newspaper and opening it to read the article that you were reading the night before. It was a great social piece, you thumbing to the next page as the soft sound of barefoot was heard behind you on the hardwood floor, then stopping right at the foot of the bed.
"What a gorgeous sight this early in the morning for me," Joe said in a teasing tone behind you, you dropping the newspaper on the bed and looking behind you with a coy stare. Joe was wearing his sweats, his short curly hair looking a bit damp still from his shower and his sweet grin was on his face, the stubble hiding his dimples that you grew to love.
"Care to join me then?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, hearing him chuckle. He then moved swiftly, taking the bedsheet off of you and having you be completely naked in front of him as he slid onto the bed. You squealed, though Joe was perched over you within a second to shield you. Being chest to chest and nose to you, you both took a moment to drink one another in you reaching up to touch his curls as Joe merely smiled.
If you were asked if you were going to be in bed with Joseph Quinn mere moths after meeting him, you'd laugh. That seemed like a far fetched dream, never reachable and just something you could imagine late at night. Yet after that first date with Joe, going to a decent restaurant in town and talking like old friends, everything changed after that night for you two. You felt so at east with Joe, even after your friend picking out a decent dress and flats for you to wear and Joe wearing a dress shirt and slacks. It was a magical date, ending with Joe walking you to your place and giving you a kiss on the cheek.
That kiss changed everything.
You two were attached by the hip since then, though you had to be professional while you were at work. Eddie obviously had more for a work load than you, but that never stopped him from seeking you out when he wasn't in rehearsal or about to shoot a scene. You two still spoke, though those fleeting moments of acting like love sick teenagers did slip though every once in awhile. But you didn't care, not with Joe and how he spoke to you with love and kindness, and how he wished to hold your hand as much as possible without being in the public eye. He thrived for privacy, and as did you, since the last thing either one of your wanted was to have your relationship be exposed. There were sneaky outings you two had every weekend, you having time with Joe in his hotel room and watching a cheesy movie together, or Joe visiting your place from time to time if he really needed to escape the chaos of shooting.
When the shooting was wrapped, Joe had to head back to England. He was heartbroken leaving you behind since you two started dating in secret, but you swear you would fly out to him within a month or two after you got your own life together. You made due with your promise, flying out to London within a month or two and being picked up by Joe with a bouquet of bright yellow roses in his hand.
What a stereotypical romantic.
Joe's career was igniting because of his role of Eddie Munson, making him one of the top character on the show and on the internet. He was amazed in how big he got and how famous at the same time. You weren't, knowing deep down how great he was any who before he knew it himself. You two made sure with your relationship with one another, going back and forth from the US to London throughout that time together and still keeping your relationship under wraps. You both knew it was the safer bet, yet Gaten and Noah were the firsts ones to find out after they found you two making out near his trailer towards the end of shooting.
They swore to secrecy, which meant only the rest of the cast found out and they swore to secrecy.
Joe had interviews left and right, making appearances and doing TV Spots because of his popularity on the show. You could see how he was being thrown into the lion's den at times, almost stressed out himself sporadically. And although you could never know what that was like, you still supported him and stood by his side. Even through the negative moments and some of the false rumors about him, Joe leaned on you and felt better since you brought him peace.
Now you were in London again, Joe flying you out to spend a week with him before Joe would come back with you to the US. He was booked to appear in his first talk show appearance with Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show, which was a huge deal and made him beyond nervous. But you were going to be with him in New York, staying at his hotel room that the Tonight Show accommodated him with just for the interview alone. After that, you two were going to go on a vacation together, someplace that Joe picked out and would not tell you, no matter how much you begged and teased him in slipping where you were being whisked way to. Joe only said it was going to be secluded. No one else around, no one to spy in on your relationship with wandering eyes.
Just the two of you. It was going to be perfect.
"You're going to be amazing," You said to him as he was still on top of you on the bed, Joe nuzzling into your hand that was on his cheek.
"You think so?" he asked.
"I know so," You reassured him, "It's going to go off without a hitch, and they're gonna go crazy for you,"
"I just want one woman to go crazy over me," Joe reminded you coyly, leaning down to touch your noses together and barely brush your lips with his, "Cause after this interview, I'm takin' ya somewhere warm where you can glow from a sun tan..."
"You still won't tell me," You huffed against his lips, seeing him grin and peck you lips in a teasingly manner, "It's not fair..."
"No, what's not fair is that someone as amazing and beyond percent like you would want to be with someone like me," Joe explained, you cocked your head at him and gripping his jaw gently in your hand to have him look at you.
"Hey!" You lightly scolded him, "You are perfect and enough for me, Joe. I think you are, from the moment you bumped into me on set I saw you as perfect. I'll tell you over and over until you get sick of it and I'm blue in the face: I want all of you and nothing more or less. Got it?"
Joe peered into your eyes, seeing you were being truthful. You two world hard to get where you were, to be as comfortable and safe in each other's spaces. You were the first one that doubted, wondering why he would be with someone like you who wasn't an actress or someone famous. But Joe reminded you the first night you two fell into bed together, telling you against your skin and with every thrust he pushed into you that he loved everything about you. You felt that love in his arms, in his moans against your neck, and in his eyes looking right into yours as he made you climax in bliss.
"I got it, luv," He replied smoothly, moving to kiss your bare collarbone in front of him as you moved your fingers along his bare arms and back, "Thank you......for being there for me through all of this,"
"I wouldn't have to be anywhere else," You hummed, kissing him softly on the lips and feeling him kiss you back.
"And thankfully, we have the rest of the morning to be there before we head for the airport later tonight," Joe explained with a raised eyebrow at him, making you smile and blush madly on your cheeks.
"Hhhmmm, sounds lovely," You replied, pulling him your arms and having you fully pressed against you once more, "I have no intention of getting out of this bed until you kiss me all over,"
"As my lady commands," Joe replied smoothly, peppering you with kisses all over your face and making you giggle before his kisses moved to your neck, becoming more sensual and languid and you tilted your head back in bliss. And as his hands were moving to caress your bare breasts and his lips were moving downward to your collarbones, your mind could only conceive one simple fact that would be concrete for the rest of your life.
You loved Joseph Quinn. And it all started with the brush of his shoulder against yours.
The End.
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fridamoss · 11 months
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Is This Love (That I'm Feeling?) Bob Floyd X Loot (PART 6)
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Summary: Bob & Loot get it on.
Warnings: Smut, curses 18+ only.
Word count: 4,658
Archive of Our Own // Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
You pulled up outside the Hard Deck in an Uber. Bob said he would meet you at the front door and sure enough, you could see him standing there alone, shifting on his feet looking anxious. He was fixing his hair into place when he saw you walking toward him. His jaw almost hit the ground, you were wearing the slinkiest, shortest dress with heels and he since he knew exactly what you were wearing underneath, he couldn’t help his mind going to the first filthy thought that popped up.
‘Hey Robbie,’ you cooed, heels clicking as you took the last few steps to where he was standing stock-still.
‘Hey,’ he began before you cut him off with a kiss. Your lipstick had smudged on to his mouth and you wiped it off with your thumb. 
It took a moment for him to come back down to earth. ‘You look real nice,’ Bob swallowed, ‘you look beautiful,’ he finished, clearing his throat.
Giving him a once over, you noticed his boots had been shined recently, his turn up jeans paired with a tucked in shirt just gave him the sweetest 50’s boyfriend vibes.
‘Damn, you look good, can we just take it back to mine already?’ Your hands roamed his chest, you didn’t even notice you were biting your lip until you caught Bob staring at your mouth. 
‘Kidding, I really want that drink.’
‘Did you wanna eat?’ Bob pointed toward a burger van parked on the lot next to the bar. 
‘New rule, Robbie, never assume I don’t wanna eat.’ 
You ate slow, savouring every bite of this burger van meal that Bob had insisted on buying for you. He’d even specified no onions for his order, so he wouldn’t gross you out later, even though he loved all the additions to his burger.
Bob sat facing you, straddling the picnic bench as you ate, pushing your hair behind your ear each time it escaped in the warm breeze. He smiled while you talked to him, you had a wealth of knowledge for someone who was only out in the world for a decade, he thought. 
There wouldn’t be a time when he didn’t want to listen to you, he’d be a good partner, he’d care for you, enjoy your company and the best thing was you were way more outgoing than him, so he could sit back and let you do the talking. He’d like that. So he leaned in and kissed you while you were talking about redecorating your little apartment. ‘I wanna help,’ he said, making your heart flutter in your chest. 
The music wasn’t too loud in the Hard Deck, but it was a little abrasive compared with the sound of the ocean Bob was enjoying just moments ago. 
You’d been waving and hollering over at people you recognised; which was everyone, Bob noted. He managed to get Penny’s attention and ordered two beers before sidling up to you and putting a hand on your waist. You were chatting to someone, looking only mildly interested in the conversation, Bob thought he knew their face but wouldn’t be able to tell you their name. 
You turned, taking the beer from his hand, giving him a soft smile and a look that said ‘give me just a minute and I’ll be all yours.’ 
Bob stood, not awkwardly, but happily by your side, with his thumb rubbing along your silky dress, feeling the lacy band of your pretty panties.
‘It’s you guys!’ A drunken Fanboy made his way through the crowd, elbowing people to get up close, beer in hand. He leaned against Bob, ‘Oh man, I’m so happy you’re together. HERE together,’ his eyes were wild in his head, he’d had way too much to drink.
Bob hoped he wouldn’t hear his room mate puking tomorrow morning, he gave his friend a tight lipped smile.
‘I saw you got the condoms from my dresser!’ Fanboy thought he was whispering. ‘It’s cool, man.’ Garcia clapped a hand on Bob’s back, leaning in to his ear. ‘I hope you have a nice time.’
Bob could see you eyeing Fanboy, feeling terribly sympathetic to what you knew was an embarrassing moment for Bob.
When Fanboy had hugged you both and moved off in the direction of the pool table, you turned to Bob. ‘You ok? You’re quiet.’
Luckily, the embarrassment had faded a little by the time you’d finished your conversation with your acquaintance. 
‘I’m good, I’m happy.’ 
‘You’re too sweet, that guy is way enthusiastic, I can never get rid of him. Next time, be a bit obnoxious and he’ll fuck right off.’ 
Bob laughed, your eyes narrowing, hoping you’d get a reaction from him.
‘Gotta let him know you’re my girl, huh?’ Leaning in to give you a kiss, you were interrupted by Phoenix. 
‘You’re here!’ Her face nearly split in half when she smiled. 
‘Are you all really drunk or somethin’? Bob muttered, shrugging his jacket off and laying it across his forearm. He made a mental note to offer it to you when you left later tonight.
‘I’m just happy you guys are kinda making it official. Bob has been agonising over every text he was sending to you,’ Phoenix rolled her eyes, she loved Bob, he was the most chill guy to be around but it had been painful for her to see how excited and apprehensive her friend had been.
You and Bob looked at each other, seeing the small smile rising on his face, you figured you’d answer for both of you, ‘yeah, it is official. Can’t let this one get away.’ You laughed with Phoenix, she told you a story about how Bob had helped an old lady with her groceries while he kept his hand on you, stepping in closer when someone passed him. 
Everyone managed to come by and say hello, like it was your party and everyone was doing their duty in thanking you for inviting them. Eventually, Bob whispered ‘let’s get out of here,’ brushing his lips against your earlobe. You shivered, turning your head a little toward him, ‘kiss my neck.’ You had no idea why you said it, right here, in front of all of these people you knew from work but you didn’t regret it when you felt Bob lean in and kiss your neck softly, he had been running his fingers along your spine for the last few minutes. The sensation had you closing your eyes, hoping you wouldn’t lose it completely. His nose grazed the back of your neck as he kept kissing, small pecks turning to longer sucking kisses. 
Anything on the back of your neck drove you wild, nothing would get you wet faster. The idea of Bob finding out these little kinks of yours made you giggle. He lifted his head to look at you on hearing the sound. 
Biting his lip, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd. 
‘You don’t wanna say goodbye?’ Knowing he didn’t, but you asked anyway. 
Bob walked backwards, pulling you with him, positively eye fucking you. 
The quicker you got back to a bedroom the better, yours or his, you didn’t care. 
The fresh air hit you, setting your skin off with goosebumps. Bob draped his jacket across your shoulders before tapping his phone open to order an Uber home, ‘your place?’ he asked, there was no way in hell he wanted Fanboy to ruin his night when he barged into their apartment, the way he always did after a night out and a belly full of alcohol. Making all of the noise and mess as a herd of cattle.
The journey took only a few minutes, but Bob had sat so close to you in the back of the car that you were sure the driver sped up just to get you both out as quickly as possible. You were grossing people out with your PDA already. Bob’s nose was behind your ear, whispering sweet things that sounded so incredibly dirty while his fingers move up your thigh, your legs parting just an inch for him. 
Bob helped you step out of the car, holding your hand until you reached your door. While you fumbled in your bag for your key you noticed the door was already unlocked, you distinctly remember locking it before you left.
‘Robbie,’ the panic in your voice stopped him from hooking his finger under the strap of your dress. His eyes following to where your hand was shakily pushing the door open. 
The light in the living room was on. Bob instinctively stepped over the threshold before you, putting a hand back against you protectively.
Both of you tip toeing, eyes darting into corners. Someone had broken into your apartment. The realisation hit you just before the panic on seeing movement from down the short hallway, a figure appeared at your bedroom door.
You felt Bob stiffen and stand up to his full height before you grabbed his arm, holding him back.
‘David!’ Fucking relief. ‘What the fuck?’ 
Bob furrowed his brow. Why the hell was Loot’s husband here? 
‘You don’t answer your phone now?’ David stomped towards you, his shirt open almost to his navel, tanned skin on show. 
You made an ‘oh’ sound and pulled your phone from your bag, realising you hadn’t checked it for hours. There were several missed calls and texts from David.
‘I was worried about you. You hung up on me saying he was at your door,’ David nodded toward Bob, who was standing with his arm still shielding you.
‘I’m David by the way,’ your husband held out his hand for Bob. 
‘Bob,’ was all he could say, shaking the hand that was offered. 
‘You’re way cuter than she described,’ David stated, mater of fact. ‘Jealous,’ he look at you pointedly.
‘Well, since you’re fine I’m leaving. Goodnight.’ And just like that, your friend was gone, closing the door behind him.
‘Uhm…’ Bob’s face displayed all of the emotions running through his head.
‘Sorry,’ you whispered, locking the door. 
‘At least he cares,’ Bob shoved his hands into his pockets, wondering what he could say.
‘He’ll call me tomorrow to talk about how hot you are, I just know it.’ 
Bob looked you for a beat before kissing you hungrily, surprising even himself.
He’d met your husband and felt no jealousy. All the feelings he’d had about how an unusual situation this was disappeared as he breathed softly against your mouth. 
‘You’re still cool to stay?’ 
You reached for his hands, placing them on your hips. He nodded while dipping down for another kiss. 
‘He didn’t beat the shit out of me so I suppose he’s allowing me to fuck his wife.’
‘Robert Floyd!’ 
Both of you giggled, hands beginning to grab at each other. 
‘If I don’t get you into my bedroom this second, I think I’ll lose my mind.’ Bob had his hands on your back, pulled impossibly close to him. 
‘Agreed,’ without much effort, he dropped his hands to your thighs and hoisted you onto his hips and carried you towards your bedroom, dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. You bounced, giggling, watching him toe off his boots. ‘I’ll be right back.’ 
Grumbling, you grabbed out for him, almost catching hold of his shirt.
He giggled down at you, ‘I just gotta go to the bathroom real quick.’
Two minutes without him was too much. As soon as he closed the door behind him, you sat up onto your knees and pulled him towards you. He leaned down and dissolved into your kisses. 
‘I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the first week of January,’ he admitted, eyes closed.
‘That was the week I transferred,’ you ran a finger across his lips, a slight patch of stubble on his chin rubbing along your palm.
Nodding, he allowed his hands to roam across your shoulders and down your arms. ‘I saw you on the tarmac, my first flight after I got back from my folks place back home. My head got so messed up, I forgot what I was doing, Nat yelled at me,’ he remembered, smiling. 
‘Do you think you’ll remember what you’re doing if I take this off?’ Sitting back on your haunches, you slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders, squeezing your tits together to give him a full view of your cleavage. 
‘Yes ma’am,’ he hummed, planting his face between your tits and groaning. 
His voice was muffled while he buried himself further, making you giggle. Your hands were stroking the back of his neck, gripping his wide shoulders when you felt his teeth scrape against the soft flesh of your breast, his nose was nudging at your bra, pushing it aside. Immediately his lips found your nipple and pressed a delicate kiss there, waiting for your reaction. 
Whimpering as he teased until your bud hardened. ‘Fuck, keep doing that.’ You purred.
‘What about the other one?’ Bob’s hands were running up your sides to squeeze at your breasts, both of you moaned in unison, his lips kissed over the fabric of your dress, searching for the peak of your other nipple, you could feel him smile when he found it, suddenly pulling the material down to expose you to him. Helping him get full access, you shimmied the straps all the way down your arms and leaned back, allowing him to push your tits together and place feverish kisses across your hot skin. 
‘Jesus, Robbie, you’ll make me cum.’ The admission made him start, that’d be a first. He looked up at you, his glasses askew.
‘Can I take these off?’ Gently lifting the glasses free, you found his clear, pretty eyes looking at you, pupils blown wide with lust, a soft grin on his lips. He was already drunk on you and he’d only had a mouthful of your tits. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on the rest of you.
Images flashed in his mind of the last few evenings in the shower, jerking himself off at the thoughts of sucking love bites into your flesh all the way from your chest to your hips, along your ribs. Bob’s grunt was feral, making you bite your lip, a flood of arousal hitting you.
‘Robbie, baby.’ Was all you could say, Bob pulled you close to him and devoured your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue was on yours as his knees hit the bed, gently pushing you on to your back. Reaching behind, you unclasped your bra and threw it across the room. His eyes lit up as he watched you wriggle, leaning one knee onto the mattress, he climbed slowly toward you, leaning down to kiss a trail from your breastbone to your neck, finding the faded love bite he’d given you in the supply closet. He let his fingertip brush across it briefly before taking a handful of your breast, again leaning toward it to suck the nipple into his mouth. 
Your back arched off the bed, for a few moments Bob got lost in you. ‘You smell so good,’ he whispered, hips beginning to grind against the bed. 
‘May I?’ Warm hands moved up your thighs to hook into the waistband of your pretty panties.
‘I love these, by the way,’ Bob hummed in appreciation as you lifted your butt off the bed to let him roll the green silk off of your legs, joining the discarded bra.
Bob pushed your dress up to your waist, bunching the fabric in his hands. 
‘You’re pretty everywhere,’ he mused, eyes now fixed on your wet pussy. Your moan was a siren’s call for him, he moved in closer, pressing kisses across your thighs, letting his lips rest against your folds for just a second before moving off again.
You squirmed in anticipation.
‘Oh, you liked that?’ 
‘Bob I never thought you were a tease!’ Your chest was heaving with want. ‘Please, please, please get your mouth on me.’ 
A rush of blood to his cock made him rut into the mattress involuntarily. 
‘Yes ma’am,’ he grinned, kissing you right where you needed it. His tongue flicking out at your clit, rubbing his face gently up and down your slit, noticing how sweet you tasted to him. 
‘I knew you’d taste good,’ he whined, grinding himself against the mattress. 
Your fingers found their way into his hair, the strands coming loose while you began moving your hips to meet his face. 
He was sucking at your clit softly, moving his face from side to side when he heard you gasp, moving faster as your groans got louder. 
Bob ran his hand along your stomach, up towards your mouth, pressing two fingers onto your tongue, silently asking you to suck on them. 
Once they were as wet as he wanted, he placed one at your entrance, peeking at you to make sure you were comfortable, pushing in gently, warming you up the way he knew he should. 
A broken cry of his name disappeared into the air, you were grabbing your nipples between your fingers while Bob kissed and licked and sucked at your delicate parts. 
He started making that ‘mmm’ sound that drove you wild.
‘Bob get up here!’ Finding your voice, not wanting him to stop but you needed more than just his fingers. 
When he pulled free, you felt your arousal leak out of you. Bob breathed in your scent and looked up at you, almost as if he had forgotten you were there.
God, this man got titty drunk and pussy drunk, he liked being down there, you realised. 
There was no warning before you starting pulling at his shirt, sliding it up over his arms. Bob hopped off of the bed and began unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking a little. 
There was a tattoo on his chest, just a small thing you could see in the lamplight, right under his collarbone. This was the first time you’d seen Bob without a shirt and boy he looked good.
‘How did you hide this for so long?’ It wasn’t really a question he needed to answer, Bob wasn’t a show off. You knew he’d be well put together. He was muscular but not overly so, just in perfect proportion. He had those beautiful muscles that shaped themselves into a ‘v’ across his hips, leading down to the waistband of his boxers, which you unceremoniously pulled down as soon as he undid the button on his jeans.
For the second time that day, you licked your lips when you saw him spring free. His erection hitting his stomach and settling into your palm as you reached out for him. 
With one lick you tasted everything that was him, your mouth opened and took him in, he jerked a little at the sensation. wrapping his fingers around your hair and pulled a little, eliciting a moan from you.
‘You like hair pulling?’
‘Mmhmm’ was all you could say, your mouth was stuffed full of him. Peeking up at the man standing over you, running his fingers through your hair, he had a look in his eye like he was about to eat you alive. 
‘Ok, stop,’ he stuttered, moving his hips back. ‘I’ll cum,’ he admitted, seeing your questioning look.
‘I like it too much and you’re really good with your mouth.’ Bob took your chin between his thumb and index finger and kissed you hard. 
Tongues met with increasing need. 
‘Bob get the condom.’ You panted. He nodded, sitting onto the bed and pulling his legs free of his jeans. 
He rooted around in his wallet before pulling out a string of condoms that had been stuffed in there hastily earlier that evening.
‘How many did you bring?’ 
Bob’s ears flushed pink as he scrambled to rip one free. ‘I just…I took whatever I could.’
‘Poor Fanboy’s not getting any tonight,’ you laughed, kissing his cheek moving over to straddle his lap. You squeezed your knees against his hips and ran your tongue along the shell of his ear. A soft groan escaped from his lips, lips that were wandering across your neck.
You took his hand and brought the condom packet to your mouth. He watched you with half lidded eyes as you tore the pack open with your teeth.
Not safe, but pretty fuckin hot. 
Bob ran his hands along your thighs, stopping to squeeze your ass while you gently took his cock in your hands and ran the condom along his length. 
Just as he had done that afternoon, he put his hand under your chin and asked you to spit.
Bob let it drip onto the head of his cock and wipe it down to the base. 
‘I don’t think I need any lube,’ you hitched your dress up to your waist and lined yourself up to take him.
Nodding in agreement, he kissed you tenderly, feeling the head of his cock notch at the warm entrance of your cunt. Breathing out when he felt you sink down just a little. Moving your hips in a small circle, you eased onto him, letting yourself adjust to his size. 
He was definitely the biggest you’d had. ‘That…feels…amazing,’ you let your head fall back, Bob took advantage of the skin in front of him and started kissing and suckling at your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he could put his mouth. 
He grunted as you sank all the way down onto him, your breath hitched at the feeling, you were so full of him. 
Bob whispered your name, pressing his forehead to yours, guiding you up and gently back down. ‘I’ve been dreaming about riding you like this, Robbie.’ 
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, lest he begin talking nonsense. He wanted in that moment to say he was falling in love with you. But he knew the rule, never tell a woman you love her while you’re fucking her. 
Instead, he pulled your body closer to his. You loved the feel of his chest hairs tickling your breasts, your nipples rubbing against him in the most delicious way.
Every part of his skin felt as if it were on fire, he felt alive, wanted, loved in that moment.
Your hands pulled at his hair, nails scratching along his back, kisses exchanged and tongues meeting in desperate need for each other. 
You thought Bob was beautiful in the soft lamplight of your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed as you made love to him. Kissing his brow and holding his face in your hands. 
His hand rested on yours, pressing your palm to his cheek muttering how much he loved being with you. 
Another hand rested your hip, keeping your dress out of the way so he could glance down and watch himself disappear inside of you. Little gasps of pleasure had him responding with thrusts of his own. ‘Oh Robbie, I’m gonna cum.’
Bob took your hand from his face and pressed your fingers onto your clit. ‘Show me how you do it,’ it was a demand that had no bite to it, he yearned to see you fall apart on him. 
Pinching at your clit you started grinding against him without lifting yourself off his cock, he moaned at the change, grabbing your ass harder and pushing you against him, matching your thrusts. 
Your head fell back as your climax peaked, Bob sealed his mouth around your nipple and sucked hard, your legs squeezed at his hips, grinding faster now that he was panting, he was close too, crying out and burying his face in your neck. Hot breath fanning across your chest as both of you came down. Holding him close, you stroked his hair and he responded with much the same, stroking your back with his large, warm hands, feeling as if he were the safest right here with you. Neither of you moved for a few minutes. Moving would have made the act final. Done. It was over. 
Both of you knowing it wouldn’t be the last time, just the first of many. 
‘Ok my legs are starting to cramp.’ Lips on his forehead, his brow and finally his mouth. His softening cock slipped out of you, slapping against his leg with the weight of his spend. Your arousal dripping out of your pussy onto his thigh.
‘Sorry, Robbie.’
‘Don’t be.’ He sighed, the look he gave you would have made you melt into a puddle, but while he held you tight, you just answered in a mewling sound, unwilling to let go of him.
‘We didn’t even get to take off your dress.’ 
Bob stood, holding you against him as he walked toward your bathroom, only stopping to set you on your feet, on the bath mat, rather than the cold tile. And you loved him for that. 
Bob was a considerate man and now you found he was a considerate lover. 
He waited his turn to clean up, deciding to forego any clothing and walk around your apartment naked. 
There were several seconds of you checking out his ass before he turned at the kitchen sink and caught you. 
‘Where is shy Bob gone?’ You turned your head to the side questioningly as he gently moved your hair across your shoulder so he could plant a kiss on your neck.
‘I think you fucked him out of me,’ was his response. You scoffed. Bob liked it when he could feel your tits jiggle against him. He noted that he needed to make you laugh more often.
‘Get into my bed, before I turn you out of my home for being crude,’ it was an empty threat and he knew it. 
You loved these little moments of Bob that no one else got to see. He had filled up two glasses of water and followed you back into your bedroom, setting a glass on your bedside locker before climbing in next to you, pulling you down onto his chest. 
You ran your fingers along his tattoo and looked up at him, your chin resting against his pec. ‘What’s this?’
Bob had his eyes closed, a happy grin on his face. ‘My one and only tattoo.’
‘I’ve never seen one before.’ 
‘You haven’t?’ Bob queried, a tone of surprise.
‘Well not in the flesh. People in the navy generally keep them covered up.’
Bob was curious, had you only slept with people from the navy? He bit his tongue, though he wanted to know all about you, it really wasn’t any of his business who you had in your bed before him.
‘It’s the plane I first learned to fly in.’ His voice was husky with exhaustion.
‘Do you wanna sleep, or talk?’ 
Bob wrapped his arms around you, breathing in the scent of your shampoo., nestling his nose in your hair.
‘It’s been a long day, but I’d like to listen to you. Tell me about what you wanna do the next time I see you.’
You were tracing circles around his tattoo, excitement bubbling inside you. ‘Well, the next time I see you will be tomorrow morning, when I wake up and you’ll be next to me.’
Bob squeezed you and did that sweet ‘mmm’ sound again.
‘Sounds perfect.’
‘You are perfect.’ You whispered, waiting for him to scoff. Instead he took a deep breath and said ‘no, you are.’
‘My perfect girlfriend. With her pretty hair and her pretty eyes and great ass.’ 
Both of you giggled as you pinched his side. 
‘Go asleep then and I’ll see you first thing in the morning,’ he mumbled into your ear as you turned around to turn off the light.
His breathing soft and slow as he drifted off to sleep holding you against him.
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Chapter 11: Don't Do Drugs, Kids
Season One | Season Two | Season Three
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[Raining Hellfire Season 3]
Word Count: 1889 words
Warnings: swearing, drugged, mentions of death, wounds, blood
[A/N: They were drugged and tortured yet it was hilarious, are we okay?]
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Don't Do Drugs, Kids
Dustin and Erica had managed to find transportation while workshopping a rescue. Luckily for you, they had found a tuk-tuk which meant all of you could fit.
Unluckily for you, Dustin was the driver.
“Jesus, slow down!” Steve yelled as he crashed into the side of the metal box.
“Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?” Robin also yelled, steadying herself.
“It’s the Indy 300.” Steve corrected.
You shake your head, too concerned for how Steve’s face was swelling to be amused at how out of it they both were. Judging by how bruise-less Robin looked, Steve had taken all of the punches.
“No, dingus, it’s 500!”
“It’s 300!”
“Let’s just say a million.”
They both share a look before bursting out in laughter.
You move closer to the front, dodging Robin’s leg as she kicks out over a bump.
“What is wrong with them?” Erica asks as you lean against the front of the tuk-tuk.
“I don’t know.” Dustin shakes his head.
“They’ve been drugged.” You sigh and Dustin turns to look at you with wide eyes.
“What-”
“DUSTIN, WATCH OUT!” You and Erica both scream.
In the time it takes him to realise the obstacle, he crashes into a pile of steel drums, causing the vehicle to come to a harsh stop. The crash sent you flying backwards and you fell further into the back of the truck, your landing slightly padded as Steve let out a strained ‘oof’.
“Sorry.” You apologise, slowly sitting up.
You had ended up crashing into him and were now almost led on top of him as he slumped against the wall. You look up to see Steve staring at you, blinking slowly. From this close, you could observe how badly his left eye was bruising, blood spotted around his face. It physically hurt you to see him look so beaten up.
“You are sending some real mixed signals, lady.” He commented before reaching out and touching your nose, “Boop.”
“Come on!” Dustin runs around, Erica by his side as she points back down the hallway.
You crane your neck to see Russian guards catching up to you.
“Shit, yeah. We gotta go!” You try to pull Steve up but he completely relaxes his body, making it harder for you to hold on to him. “Steve!”
He starts giggling, starting Robin off.
You angrily stand, looking at them both. “Get out of this fucking vehicle. Now.”
You didn’t shout the words but you made sure to put on your best authoritative voice. One you’ve had to use many times from babysitting duties.
They immediately shut their mouths and Robin looked like she was about to cry.
“Jeez, okay mom.” She muttered and soon enough, she starts rolling out of the tuk-tuk. Literally.
Steve mimics her movements and soon they’re laughing again.
You roll your eyes, jumping down and thrusting the keycard into Dustin’s hand.
“Open the door, we need to get out, fast.” You instruct and he runs to a wall panel, hastily swiping the card and allowing Erica to step into the elevator before aiding you in dragging Steve and Robin into the space.
“Push the button!” You yell, the Russian guards already too close for your liking.
Dustin was currently struggling with Steve so Erica ran over and slammed her hand down on the button, using the key card. The elevator doors shut just in time to stop a guard reaching you and you all breathed out sighs of relief.
Steve lets go of Dustin and climbs onto a handcart, holding his arms out.
“Surfs up!” He laughs and Robin leans on the handle of the cart, giggling.
You walk to the panel, shouts of protest from the other side.
“Which button is it?!” You scream, contemplating your choices.
“Just push any damn button!” Erica yells and you obey, slamming your hand down on the green.
Nothing happens.
Dustin shrugs, coming closer. He taps the button again. “Maybe it doesn’t-”
Suddenly, the elevator snaps into action, ascending at such a rapid speed that you and Dustin are thrown to the floor with him landing on top of you.
Erica grabs onto a box to steady herself. “This is gonna cost extra!”
“Dustin!” Your protest was muffled by his hat and he rolls off of you, panting.
“Don’t tell Suzie.” He pleads and you roll your eyes, sitting up to check on Robin and Steve. Who, to your amusement, were enjoying the fast ride a little too much.
“Hey! You look like you’re surfing!” Robin laughs as Steve stays balanced on the handcart.
“Surfing! Yeah!” The cart moves back and forth with Robin’s help and you can’t help but stare.
“They seem drunk.” Erica comments, raising a brow.
“Why would they be drunk?” Dustin shakes his head and you frown with worry.
“I’m a natural!” Steve suddenly shouts before pointing at you, “Check it out, Y/n!”
Robin smiles mischievously before yanking the cart away from under Steve, sending him flying to the floor.
“Wipeout!” Robin laughs hysterically as you and Dustin run to Steve.
“He’s burning up.” Dustin says, checking Steve’s forehead.
“You’re burning up.” Steve retorts, batting his hand away.
“And his pupils are super dilated.”
“Yeah, did you miss the part when I said they drugged them?!” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Steve’s.
It felt like your fault. Maybe if you hadn’t distracted them by coming down here in the first place, they would have made it out unharmed.
“Boop!” Steve touches Dustin’s nose and the boy responds with a frown.
“Steve, are you drugged?” Dustin asks him.
“How many times, Dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.” Steve whines, reaching out to touch your nose this time instead. “Boop.”
“I am highly offended that you mistook me for your dad.” You deadpan and Steve boops your nose again. “I might kill him.”
Dustin sent you an exasperated look. “This isn’t funny, okay? He could actually die on us if we don’t know what exactly they gave him!”
“We all die, my strange little child friend.” Robin comments with a serious face, “It’s just a matter of how… and when.”
You all stare at her before you let out a breath.
“That was morbidly poetic.” You say, looking back to Steve, “Just stay with us, okay?”
“Boop.”
“They’re gonna be looking for us when we get to the surface,” Dustin shakes his head, turning to you, “Do you have your car with you?”
You nod.
“Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?” Steve asks, sitting up.
“I would kill for a hot dog on a stick.” Robin smiles.
“I need to get a hold of the party.” You say, ignoring your high friends.
“Why? You think they can help?” Dustin frowns as Erica groans at the mention of her brother.
“You don’t know?” You frown.
“I’ve been off the grid for a day now.” He shakes his head in confusion.
“Billy-”
“Uh-oh.” Steve suddenly says and you both whip your heads to him.
“What?” Dustin
“The car’s off the board.”
You frown. “Why?”
“They took the keys. I saw the keys on the table, like, forever ago.” Steve says and your eyes widen as you quickly pat your pockets. He was right. “Oops.”
Robin laughs with him. Dustin stares at you, panicked. You purse your lips.
“So… we’re gonna need another plan.”
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You stand by the phone, impatiently tapping the base with your finger as the line rang. No answer.
You sigh in frustration, slamming the phone back down. You turn to look at the film projector currently rolling Back to The Future. Damn; you wanted to see that movie.
Erica and Dustin had been instructed to sit in the cinema and watch Steve and Robin. There was no way you could go out into the mall without one of the Russians catching you. You needed to blend in, and you needed a plan.
“I have a plan!” Dustin yells behind you, making you jump.
“Jesus, Dustin.” You sigh before looking down at the radio in his hands. “Yes.”
After a hot second, someone finally replies to the code red.
“Dustin?” Mike’s voice blared out and you and Dustin did a happy dance before focusing back on the walkie.
“Mike!” Dustin replies, “Oh, my God, you have to listen. I know I’ve been MIA, and I’m sorry, it’s not because I’m mad. I mean, I was actually mad-”
“Dustin!” You remind him and he nods rapidly.
“But- But it’s also because I was trapped in a secret Russian base with Steve and Y/n and-”
There’s some static and you frown while Dustin continues his ramble.
“I know that sounds insane, but the Russians have infiltrated Hawkins! The god damn Russians! They have a giant laser they’ve been building underground and now they’re using the damn thing to open the gate. And now they’re after us and we don’t have a way out of here, so I need you to come and get us. Can Nancy drive?”
There’s nothing but static.
“Mike?”
“Dust-- are-- there?--”
“Mike, do you copy?”
Dustin suddenly flips the walkie, staring at the red blinking light.
“Shit! Not now. Please, not now. Mike!” Dustin tries before everything goes silent. The radio ran out of batteries.
“What- No!” You yell, grabbing it, “How the hell did that happen?”
Dustin grimaces. “I may have tried contacting people when we were stuck in the elevator.”
“The one deep underground?” You deadpan before pursing your lips, hissing when it tears open your bottom lip.
“You okay?” The boy frowns, noticing the slight cut.
“Other than a bruised face and a hole in my leg?” You sigh, “I’m fucking fantastic.”
“Oh my god, your leg!” He widens his eyes as he finally notices the bandage.
“Yeah, been there, done that.” You stand up, pacing. “What the hell do we do now?”
“Without a radio, I haven’t got a clue.” He sighs, shaking his head solemnly.
An idea finally strikes your mind.
“The radio!” You say, shaking a pointed finger at him. He blinks at you.
“It’s still, still, very much dead.”
“No. My radio! I- I left it in Scoops before I came to find you guys.”
“We could use it!” Dustin catches on, jumping up before stopping. “But how do we get there without running in to one of our Commie friends?”
“You don’t.”
“What-”
“Look, I need you to take care of the others, okay? At least until Robin and Steve sober up.”
“But I want to-”
“I’m sorry.” You say, hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for saying all those things at Scoops. I was really scared and angry and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. So, let me make it up to you.”
He pulls you into a tight hug, face hidden in your jumper. “Don’t die.”
“Before I meet Suzie?” You laugh, a little sadly, “No way. Now go enjoy the movie.”
You push him towards the cinema entrance and he looks back at you one last time before disappearing down the stairs.
Quickly, you walk over to the back exit, one that leads you to the delivery hallways behind the shops. It was the fastest route for you, not to mention hidden. You just prayed that the Russians hadn’t had the same thought.
Chapter 12: Uncle Jack ->
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