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Strawberry Jam (Pt. 3 Finale)
Dad Best Friend! Miguel x reader
WARNING: FILTHYNESS UNDER CUT. P in v, unprotected sex, age gap implied, Dad Best Friend Miguel, breeding kink, wedding night sex, rough sex, manhandling, oral, m receiving, f receiving, reader is 21+ , pregnancy.
Summary: You've married Miguel. Celebration ensues.
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If someone would have told you that you'd marry your dad best friend a few years back, you surely had believed them crazy.
Back then Miguel meant someone to stay away from, out of respect for your dad and the many years they shared as friends. But after that evening you had shared, with him buried deep inside you in the kitchen island, everything changed. And it went both ways.
It changed for good since there was no more restrictions and inhibitions. No moral code that prevented him for coming for you and sweeping off your feet. Your dad wasn't happy initially, and his anger lasted for a couple of months.
But slowly thawed when he saw Miguel also trying his best in being a good partner for you. His friendship was also put at stake and that took a while to fix as well.
Your dad was both disturbed yet relieved, to put it in words. Disturbed because one of his worst case scenarios had turned into a wicked reality. Something he had a hard time accepting, despite him telling you it was ok.
Being angry wouldn't make you both break up, and it only made his blood pressure to go up. But his role as a protective father had been long terminated ever since Miguel came to your life as your official partner.
He wouldn't have to worry for your wellbeing anymore. He knew you'd be more than fine with him.
It helped to soothe his nerves to see you close to Gabriella. Something that took you a while.
Gabi wasn't easily convinced, but seeing your unwavering and steadfast resolution to be with her precious Papa, and that you didn't want to steal him from her, made everything ten times better.
To starters, Miguel seemed happy that Gabi had accepted you, despite her initial doubts and complains. His relationship with Gabi was always a hundred percent honesty and trust. He could never hide something from his little girl.
Despite your age, and many people thinking you a gold digger, you remained on Miguel's side. Supporting him as he protected you from snide comments and jealousy from the people in Alchemax. While he got congratulated for finding such a lovely and delectable soon to be wife, you got the backlash from the women and upper boss' that either never had a chance with him, or were too much of a bunch of prudes to accept the fact you were marrying him.
He quit a couple of weeks later after you did. And no amount of money could convince him to get him back. It was simple.
"If you aren't comfortable working there, neither I am."
Of course he was tired of hearing things like 'I'll give them a year.' 'She just wants him for the money. Get him a richer dude and you'll see.' And 'She's so naive if she thinks he loves her. He's a perv old man.'
Only you knew how much Miguel loved you, and he knew you too well to pay attention to gossip and brickbats.
You both found a new job in a better place, even if that meant you'd move in definitely with Miguel.
You were concerned because no matter how many times he came inside, there was still no signs of a baby. To your relief, doctor explained that after many years of being in contraceptives your body would have an adjustment lapse for all the hormones to be flushed out of you. Pregnancy would come, eventually.
It was good and bad. Good cause Miguel fucked you dumb for hours almost everyday, and bad cause you couldn't wait to get a bigger family on your own.
Obviously you were excited and so was Miguel and Gabi.
But a new adventure laid ahead. Your wedding.
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Miguel had invited a couple of his coworkers a woman named Jessica, and a couple of men named Peter and Ben. The only family worth inviting was Gabriel.
Gabi was the ring lady. It was a small and intimate reunion. Once you were delivered in the altar, Miguel held your hands. A sense of pride filled in his chest.
You looked absolutely gorgeous in that short silky dress. Like his own dream come true. And when the moment of saying 'I do' came, neither of you hesitated.
All the bad moments you both had gone through, quickly dissipated to be replaced with joy and love. He loved you.
Gabi loved you, and you couldn't be happier.
You were his queen after all.
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After the private wedding you all went to celebrate to one of the most delicious and luxurious places in town.
"You better eat, mi amor. You'll need alot of energy."
He'd mumble in your ear as his hand caressed the suppleness of your inner thigh.
Gabi was left with uncle Gabriel, and with a final hug, your father let you go.
Your dad rolled his eyes and Miguel sniggered as you both went to his car.
"I'll take care of her."
"Shut up."
Miguel opened the door for you and kissed your cheek before letting his new wife to accommodate in his car. He then went to his seat and drove off.
"Bye dad!"
"Love you, cupcake!"
"We're married."
You giggled and he took your hand to kiss it.
The car stopped to a red light and he pulled your cheeks closer to give you a deep kiss. The kind of kiss that would mean he needed you. The kind of kiss that would turn into this raging ache for eachother that could be sated one way.
"Do you feel happy?"
"Obviously."
Your body shuddered upon the feeling of his dexterous fingers hovering your clothed pussy. Your legs spreaded for him to have more access.
"Can't wait to get to that hotel, preciosa."
Your hips humped softly his hand, earning a soft yet delicious friction.
"Pull that dress down, mi amor." He instructed as you quickly slid the straps of your silky white dress off your shoulders, spilling your breast for him. The idea of getting caught seemed even more thrilling when a group of people marched infront of your car. Of course they couldn't see what was going on inside.
His penchant for exhibitionism had rubbed hard on you. Just like his suck on one of your nipples. A wet patch filtered through your cotton panties.
Your hand wasted no time in squeezing his crotch. He gulped.
"I've always wanted to do this."
Your giggles increased as you unzipped his pants and peeled his cock our of his confinements.
"Are you hungry, cariño?" He heaved as you pumped him softly, earning a hiss and a low growl from him.
You kissed him once more before stuffing your mouth with his cock.
He threw an arm over your seat, relaxed as you sucked him.
"Fuuck- take deep breaths, Princesa" His eyes shut close for a moment, but the sudden mini concert of honks snapped his attention back to the road.
He drove carefully. Steady breaths huffed out of his mouth as you took him deeper. All that cock sucking training had been worth it.
"Jesucristo, hermosa"
His eyes drooped as your tongue focused on his tip. Wet sucking noises etched in his memory, and my God, he loved them.
"Lemme... lemme find a... Dios mío-" He choked as your hand pumped him faster as your lips busied themselves with his sac, "Lemme park. I can't-" He gasped when you took him whole once more, your throat shamelessly constricting against him.
"Yes~" He hissed as his hips bucked, trying to fuck your lips. You whimpered and let him go last minute. He took a fistful of your hair and pulled you to kiss him. Tasting himself in the process.
Smirking you went back to your seat after fixing his pants. Seeing him all rizzed and worked up made your boldness to spike. Your hips shimmied away from the cotton contraption, and you threw them in the back seat of the car.
"Miguel?"
His eyes immediately went between your spreading thighs. Your back rested against the passenger door and your fingers delved in between your slick folds.
His mouth gaped. His throat dried in dire need of a drink of you. A finger slid inside. The squelching sound it did sent shivers down his spine.
"Look at what you do to your poor wife, Miguel"
"That's so not fair, cariño. I'm driving"
He bit his lip at the sight. You were soaked and ready to be filled to the brim. Just the way he loved.
"Keep playing with it, though. Love hearing you cum"
Your soft moans and wet pussy made his insides tingle. All he had to do was wait to get to the hotel so he could actually get his revenge on you. And by God he would enjoy it.
"Wish it was you inside me" You whimpered as your fingers delved in deeper, tight hole melding at your finger's size.
"You'll have me, preciosa. Just wait."
Your soaked fingers toyed and curled on your insides, earning more coos and moans. His feet pressed the accelerator deeper as he drove through the streets.
"Faster, mi amor"
He instructed giving occasional glances at the mess you were creating between your legs. A mess he would love to stuff his face in right now. His cock twitched almost painfully at hearing you touching and toying with yourself next to him. He had ruined you in so many ways he couldn't help but feel pride. And now that you were his wife, none could tell him no.
A smirk stretched on his meaty lips when the hotel came into view
You quickly went through the motions, check in, people taking your luggage to your room and blah blah blah.
"Stop." You whined but complied. Your body could almost taste your orgasm. But seeing the hotel coming closer in your vision relaxed your aching cunt. You didn't care if he had to take you on the elevator, but he needed to do something, instead he took your fingers and licked them clean to then kiss you.
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He locked the door after putting the 'Do not disturb' sign outside the door. A chill invaded you as his gaze fell on you. You ran with an excited squeal and he chased with a wolfish grin plastered on his face.
Graying strands bounced as he pounced on you. Hands took a hold of your dress and ripped it in half.
His lips mumbled desperately on yours as he removed his clothes. His hulking figure cornered you against one of the suit's pillars.
"Hey!"
"Cállate. Te voy a conseguir otro" (Shut up. I'll get you another one)
Hot and desperate mouth mapped your skin as one hand held you by the neck.
"Need you now, preciosa."
His tongue curled in your folds as his other hand kneaded your thigh, prying it open before he sunk his face in between them.
Your eyes clamped shut at the sensation of him prodding and tasting you. Spine arched against the column as he kneeled and ate you. His hunger grew urgent with every lick and lap he delivered to your quivering flesh.
You gasped as he placed you to sit ontop of your shoulders, your hand grabbing his hair to push him impossibly closer to your soaked and loved pussy.
One of his hands secured your lower back, as the other held tightly on your thigh, securing you in place as he hoisted you up. You rode his face eagerly, getting as much friction as you could from his lips and tongue. A firm slap on your ass encouraged you to ride faster. Your clit trembled with joy at every contact he did with his mouth. He groaned.
The low vibrations of his groans ignited the spark for your aching release. His slaps alternated between rough squeezes. Your thighs smothered his head, trapping him tightly. Lightheadnesss rushing through your brain, as your breaths turned shorts and shallow.
"I'm cumming!" You whimpered as your body went taut to then tremble. He drank from you, quenching his longing thirst. He placed you gently on the bed to then spread your legs.
The stretch his cock did inside felt deliciously painful. Legs wrapped around his narrow waist as he hoisted you once more against his chest to then hook your thighs on his forearms as his hands held you by your ass. Your arms went around his neck, holding onto him.
His hips rammed into you.
Your mouth went slack as your body trembled. Your insides kept constricting since you were still riding your high but he didn't care. He'd never get tired for the way your tight walls melted and shivered around him. It was addictive. Like the sheer and raw need for eachother you were basked in.
His hands guided your hips, a sweet and wet slap echoed into the room.
Your fingers sunk into his salt and pepper hair. His fangs pulling at your bottom lip. An iron grip squeeze and it was all he needed to rut in an air-knocking and jaw slacking pace.
Your head lolled to the sides, trying to grasp onto a coherent thought but none came. There was nothing but pleasure in your head. Each thrust reached deeper until his tip made out with your cervix. Nothing but the sounds of your drooling pussy taking everything he mustered at you and his low growls.
His pace increased into a faster tempo, and you curled into the crook of his neck, voice rasping and begging for him to not stop. The inside friction felt raw and hot, almost maddening at how well your walls welcomed him over and over. Inviting him to nest within them.
Sweat etched to his forehead and upper chest and back. Your meek attempts of marking him only added enough spice for his hips to keep wrecking your hole.
The feeling of your ass bouncing on his hands at every thrust he did and your breathless coos and begs, made him to grip tighter and fuck you rougher.
Mewlings turned into loud and choked wails as he drilled you through
"Give it to me, preciosa" He fisted your hair as he sheathed completely into you, and you creamed and gushed while your body convulsed.
"Such a fucking good girl,"
The contractions around his cock felt like a delicious kiss, just like the one he gave you.
He laughed softly at your state.
"You think we're done, Mi reina? How cute."
You panted like a fish out of water as he flipped you over on the bed and melded your body like putty.
His hand pushed your face deeper in the mattress as he planted his feet on each side of you.
"Levanta ese culo. Will fuck it like a husband should." (Raise that ass)
He slapped your quivering cheeks to lift your hips up himself. You were too high and cock drunk to listen to what he was saying. Your breast flattened against the bed, his feet planted on each side of your hips. One of his hands guided his tip inside you again to then hold at the metal headboard before him for leverage.
"M-Miguel!" You sobbed as he thrusted inside in a swift move.
"This is gonna be your treatment until you grow a fucking baby inside , sweetheart"
The relentless push had your eyes far far gone as he kept bullying his cock in such a brutal pace you'd thought he'd split you in two. He was so good at manhandling and stretching you open, and you were even better at taking it. Excelled even.
The constant slapping had you wheezing and your ass flushed. Your previous cum rolled down your inner thighs, it made easier for him to slid in an out.
And just when you thought he'd stop, he'd just slow down to unleash an onslaught of deep and merciless thrusts.
You clung to the sheets for dear life as meek and muffled sobs escaped you with effort. Your throat felt scrapped raw, he smirked at feeling your walls twitching again.
The bead and headboard creaked at his rutting. Your toes curled in and your jaw clenched at the force you crashed down. You soaked him, making a hot mess of your cunt. But that didn't stop him.
He pushed deeper a few more times before holding your hips in such a steely grip you were sure you'd get bruises and spilled into you. Hot and thick blobs of his cum painting your walls white.
He clawed at your skin as he panted and growled. One of his hands slicked his hair back and sighed with a satisfied yet wicked smile, but frowned upon watching his cum rolling down your clit.
"No no. it must stay inside." He grumbled as his fingers collected his cum to push it back inside and then slapped your ass. Earning another whimper of you.
His arms cradled you as his body smothered you. His lips showered your flushed face in kisses.
"Te ves tan preciosa así." (You look so beautiful like this)
You couldn't help but squeal while you hugged Miguel upon seeing the two parallel lines in the pregnancy test.
You scooted closer in his arms with the little energy you had left. Letting your shaken brain to finally take a rest, letting his hushed 'I love yous' and his gentle caresses on your hair lull you to sleep.
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All the raw fucking had finally paid off. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you.
"Told you I'd make a mami out of you. preciosa"
You giggled as you texted your dad.
He chuckled and kissed you again.
"What are you doing?"
"Making my dad feel old and giving him the news."
He placed a hand on your lower belly and smiled.
"Wait til Gabi finds out."
"I hope it's a girl"
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"Are you happy?"
"More than happy, yes. I'm gonna be a mom!"
"A wonderful one, for sure."
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Innocent act pt2, don't be a brat.
Ahh!! Thank u all for your love on innocent act!! Also, there will be a pt3 after this!! Read pt1 here , read pt3!
18+! MINORS DNI
Word count: 2k
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WARNINGS: age gap- Eddie is 30, the reader is 18+ Language, arguments, Eddie tells reader she’s acting like a child, pet names, dom!Eddie, Sub!reader, readers dad is a cop, spanking, fingering, face fucking, edging + over stimulation, degradation, degradation kink, praise kink, Eddie punishes reader for being a brat
Summary: after a fight with your dad, your brought over to Eddies house, where you end up arguing. Somehow the argument ends when Eddie decides he needs to do something about your bratty attitude.
Taglist: @thefreakofhawkins86 , @yaspillz
I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK COPIED AND PASTED TO OTHER WEBSITES,
You sat on Eddie's couch pouting as he talked to your father at the door, you and your father had gotten into an argument only a few minutes ago.
“Make sure she doesn’t get out, she had a fake ID no telling what else she’s done.” You heard your father say from the door, “sad I can’t trust my daughter.” He yelled from the doorway.
“Don’t worry! I’ll watch her like a hawk, you and your wife go have fun tonight. It's deserved.” Eddie covered your father's view of you on the couch. A few more minutes go by and you hear the door almost slam shut.
“So, you wanna tell me what happened? Why you were escorted to my door at…” Eddie checked his watch “8 pm” you sigh, “I accidentally left my fake ID on the counter, and when I realized daddy had already found it.” you stood up, walking over to Eddie. “Then we fought…”
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Your father had busted into your room, demanding to know why your ID said 21 and not 18. “Because daddy! I wanted to get into the hideout to watch Eddie perform! They don't let eighteen-year-olds in!” Your father sighed loudly.
“You’re grounded” you stood from your bed quickly after hearing this “you can’t ground me! I’m eighteen! Almost nineteen! I’m a legal adult!” You almost yelled, stomping your foot down onto the Carpeted floor, almost in disbelief he would try and ground you!
“You still live under my roof, young lady! My word is law in this household, and I say you're grounded!” His voice raised to match yours, a screaming match bubbling to the surface “Now, your mother and I have a date, you can either walk yourself to Munsons or I can cuff, and escort you.”
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“And now I'm here…” halfway through your recount of the fight, you ended up in Eddie's lap on the couch. Legs were thrown over his, and head resting against his shoulder. “God, he's such an asshole. I turn 19 in a month! He can't ground me!”
Eddie makes a sound of disagreement, “technically, he can, I got grounded by cops all the time as a teenager.” you rolled your eyes, almost scoffing. “You mean arrested and put in jail.” Eddie grins, “same difference, doll.” you moved off his lap, standing in front of him. “You don’t agree with him, do you?” You questioned, Eddie hasn’t exactly stated which side he’s on.
“Do I think he’s overreacting? Yes, but mainly because I was doing way worse than using a fake ID at your age. Do I get where he's coming from? Also yes.” you groaned “you so agree with him!” “Hey now, I didn't say that.” “you implied it!” Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sweetheart-” you crossed your arms, raising your voice as anger bubbled up slowly. “No! Don't you sweetheart me!”
Eddie stared at you, almost surprised by your sudden outburst. “You complain about being treated like a child then decide to act like one, you're not helping yourself.”, you huffed “maybe I wouldn't act like a child if I wasn't treated like one! Both of you still treat me like one!” Eddie had to laugh at that, between the first time you had sex with each other and now, he doubts he's treated you like a kid.
“So by your definition, me treating you like a child is me fucking you stupid for months?” You stuttered slightly “w-well- that’s not what I meant and you know it!” Eddie grabbed your hips, pulling you between his legs, the smell of weed, tobacco, and cologne filled your senses. “Then give me an example of me treating you like a child.” You really couldn’t, you had only said it in the heat of the moment. Anger blinded you and now you’ve backed yourself into a corner.
So of course, you did the only logical thing you could, “fuck you” you mumbled quietly, praying he didn't hear you. Eddie could be fucking ruthless when he wanted to be. “I'm sorry what?” the grip on your hips tightened, and the cold metal of his rings dug into the skin exposed by your crop top. “I didn't quite catch that baby, what did you say?” you sighed, mentally preparing yourself for the punishment that will ensue. but since you decide to be a brat, might as well commit to the act.
“Fuck you, old man” you internally smirked at yourself, Eddie wasn’t that old, but his reactions, whenever you called him old, were priceless. Though right now, it’s going to earn a punishment. Eddie’s voice lowered, “Alright, just remembered you asked for this” Eddie pulled you in, maneuvering you to lay across his lap on your stomach, his hands pulling down the thin cotton of your pajama shorts and underwear. Eddie's jeans are rough against your bare thighs, he must’ve been getting ready for a show. You thought. Eddie's hand rubs the flesh of your ass slowly,
“Can't wait to see this cute ass all bruised up…” he talked darkly, Eddie loved making things difficult for you. He loved making it hard for you to sit, let alone walk. The first strike came down hard, making you yelp and jump slightly, he hadn’t bothered to take off the rings that adorned his fingers. “count.” Eddie said sternly, “one,” you said weakly. You would be a liar if you said, Eddie wasn't hot like this, you fucking loved when Eddie was mean and rough with you.
“Two!” you yelped, as Eddie's hand came down on your ass again, the strike was just as hard as the first. Eddie's hand soothed the soft flesh of your butt. “Look at you baby, actin all tough until I get you like this. A spoiled brat who just needed attention.” you could feel how wet you got at his words, maybe you are a little bit of a masochist because you definitely shouldn't have been getting off on this.
“Your bein mean, sir! M, not a brat!” you know you really shouldn't talk back, give him any more reasons to punish you but you couldn't help it. You were addicted to Eddie when he was like this. Eddie growled, giving your ass another smack “Oh no sweetheart, I’m being nice I could be a hell of a lot meaner and get my belt. spank you with that, make pretty little welts on your ass.”
Eddie gave you a total of 15 strikes. By the end, you were a sobbing, moaning mess, subconsciously grinding your bare pussy onto Eddie’s jean-clad thigh. “Pathetic slut…I’m trying to punish you, and getting off on it.” His fingers found their way to your pussy, pushing in slowly “your soaked doll, you enjoy being spanked that much?” He asked, slowly pushing his fingers in and out. You moaned and nodded, rocking back onto his finger, which surprisingly, Eddie didn't stop you. “Words pretty girl, words,” he told you, his fingers working in and out of you, the cold press of his rings against your cunt made you shiver.
“Yes! Love it when you spank me, sir,” you whined, praying he would let you off easy. Your back arched, you were quickly approaching your orgasm, his fingers found your G-spot quickly, zeroing in on it. “Yeah, all you needed was some attention, huh doll? Acting out because you just wanted me. There are better ways to get my attention doll.” Eddie dragged you close to the edge before ripping his fingers away from your leaking cunt. You whined at the loss, “Now I have to punish you, can't have my good girl thinking she can be bad.”
Eddie's finger delved back into your cunt again. This felt like it went on forever, being taken to the edge only to be ripped away again. Every so often Eddie would smack your ass lightly, your wetness on his fingers only added to the sting.
You cried the last time he pulled his fingers out.
“Think you can kneel, sweetheart?” you nodded, moving out of his lap and onto the floor.
Eddie spread his legs, giving you room to move in between them, you palmed at his erection, earning a groan from him. Your hands slowly unbuckled his belt, before quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them down just enough to free his cock. Wrapping a hand around his shaft you pumped your hand up and down slowly, thumb swiping against the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum over his length. His dick barely fit into your small hands. Eddie was big and thick, his size was a little intimidating if you were being honest.
But you pressed kisses to the head of his cock, and down his shaft, giving him small kitten licks when you could. Eddie's hand tangled in your hair, “c’mon baby, don't be a brat and tease, suck me off.” you kept eye contact as you took him into your mouth. You took him as far as you could without gagging, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Eddie groaned above you, praises falling from his lips as his grip tightens in your hair, guiding you to bob up and down on his cock. “Mmm, fuck just like that sweetheart, always feel so good on me.” He moaned.
“Wanna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours-” a sharp inhale left him as your tongue traced around a vein, “you gonna let me? Make you choke and gag on my cock, Maybe then you'll learn something.” you made a sound of approval, sending vibrations through his dick. “Fuck sweetheart- you still remember the safe word?” you nodded to the best of your ability and sent another round of vibrations to say you knew and remembered. One tap to slow down, two to stop.
“Goodgirl” was the only warning you got before Eddie snapped his hips into your mouth, keeping a firm grip on your hair to keep you in place. Eddie roughly thrusted into your mouth. “Shit,
Always a whore for me, letting me use you like my personal fleshlight- Fuck!” he groaned loudly, warmth and a bitter taste filling your mouth. You whined, pulling off his cock and opening your mouth. You had hoped he would've lost his control and cum inside of you, like always did. “Swallow, slut.” you closed your mouth and swallowed his cum. Hoping listening to his commands would earn you at least one orgasm.
“C'mere pretty girl.” he pulled you back up into his lap, capturing you in a needy kiss, his tongue slipped into yours while wandering hands found their way to your already bruised butt. A light smack to the sore skin had you moaning into the kiss. Eddie kneaded the flesh there, almost sorry for the bruises that'll sprout there. Almost. Eddie moved down to your neck, biting and sucking at the almost completely faded love bites. Creating more for you to cover up later. “I think you earned a reward, what do you think doll?” you nodded slowly “please sir, been s’good for you” You wish you could’ve seen the mischievous look on Eddie's face or the glint in his eyes.
Eddie moved you to straddle one of his thighs, “here's the deal sweetheart, you ride my thigh and you get to cum” you whined again, disappointment evident. “Brats don't get to cum on my cock, think about this the next time you decide to act up. Now you gonna ride my thigh and cum, or are you going to bed pent up?” when your hips moved slowly he chuckled darkly, the noise being sent straight to your pussy. “That's what I fuckin thought.”
Your clit rubbed harshly against his jeans. You looked down to where you had been kneeling and noticed a wet spot, you could already feel the bruises forming on your knees. You whined, tucking your face into Eddie's neck as you chased your orgasm. Feeling a damp spot starting to form under you from where your pussy was leaking. You were wetter than you had been before, Eddie was just so fucking hot when he was pissed off at you. Your hips fell into a steady rhythm as you quickly approached the edge, it didn't take long to build yourself up.
“Oh fuck- gonna cum Eds, please, please, let me come!” you moaned pathetically. Eddie shushed you “it's alright pretty girl you can come now.” His permission sent you straight over the Edge, your orgasm racking through your body, and a loud moan- practically a scream left you. Your hips stuttered to a stop, you were completely fucked out. “Did I say stop?” Eddie asked you “wha- what?” Eddie's hands wrapped around your hips, starting your rhythm back up again. “Oh did I not mention? You get to come over and over again!” Eddie exclaimed like that wasn't one of the most horrifying sentences you've heard tonight.
“Get ready sweetheart, you're not walking outta here tomorrow,” he mumbled as he gave you your second orgasm of the night. Which was only the beginning of the 6 more orgasms he would rip out of you
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father's friend (18+)
you are just what he doesn't need.
cw; afab reader, reader in a skirt, dad's friend wesker, major age gap (14-17 years), fingering, degradation, implied multiple orgasms, reader is a little naive and wesker eats that up, predatory almost???, inappropriate use of mirrors, daddy kink if you squint (get a microscope)
terms of endearment; dear (reader receives)
a/n; i don't know how this became what it did bc this was supposed to be fluff. if you'd like the fluff version, i'm more than happy to provide that, just let me know!
when albert wesker pictured his life, he saw greatness. he'd dreamt of sanitizing the world with uroboros, his pet project of years would finally come to fruition. the world would be the perfect place, full of the superior and cleansed of the lesser. his dreams realized.
what he didn't anticipate, however, was you.
you, who came into his life when he was 38 years old, fresh off the high of the mansion incident. mostly human, partially not. he'd changed his clothes- only black attire from that point forward- and kept a low profile because he should be dead, but he's not. with no body to find, they gave up on the search only months later. he'd slid under the radar with a new identity and relocated across the country to some small town on the east coast.
at the time, you were in your early twenties. maybe 24, 21 at the youngest. you were youthful and so sweet, painfully naive and lacking experience of life's true cruelties. without scars that held stories to be told, or nightmares that took hold of you in the night.
unmarked. untainted. flawless. you.
and you hadn't meant to draw his attention. you, the child of his best friend. oh, you were tempting. how whenever he was over, you'd greet him with a little "hi mr. wesker" despite him telling you over and over to call him albert.
he hung around your father because he was an operative of umbrella as well, and albert needed connections. you were quick to teach about certain things, your doe eyes drawn to him whenever he merely breathed. like you were waiting for something.
naturally, you'd maintained a healthy distance for a long time. the routine you two had whenever he'd stop by- almost daily- the greeting, the glances, the lingering, subtle touches on each other's arms, shoulders, backs, wherever you had access to that wouldn't draw immediate attention.
your father never noticed. not as he fell asleep on the couch one night. not when albert ensured the roofie he'd given your father had settled, then snuck up into your room after.
not now, as he has you on his lap, your legs spread wide, your skirt lifted up so he can rub your clit. he forces you to watch in the mirror, your back pressed against his chest, as he pushes your panties aside and sinks two long fingers inside of you. forces you to watch, his other hand gripping your jaw to keep your head still.
"you're a whore," he murmurs in your ear, "such a filthy fucking whore. you think you can tease me and get away with it, hm?"
"n-no, i'm sorry." you whimper, his fingers curling inside your weeping entrance. you're making a mess of yourself and his hand.
"mm, i don't think you are, dear. you're so wet, i bet you've been thinking about this for a while now, right? imagining daddy's friend splitting you open, ruining your perfect cunt." you should be embarrassed that he's got you down to a science, but his words make you squeeze around his fingers. you nod, much to his satisfaction, and he chuckles quietly. it reverberates in his chest and you relish the way it feels, wondering if you'll ever get to be more than just his secret.
"you're never going to get this from anyone else, you know that, don't you? nobody else will ever make you feel the way i feel." you're dumb from just his fingers, but you can't help that they're just what you wanted. the pads of his index and middle finger brush the spongy spot on your walls, making you cry out and writhe in his arms. your thighs try to squeeze shut but he lets go of your face to force them back open.
"t-too much-"
"shut up and take it. this is what you wanted, so why the hell are you complaining you ungrateful brat?" he hisses, focusing on that spot. with the way the heel of his hand is palming your clit, his fingers buried so deep inside you, you're cumming within moments. you're loud even if you don't mean to be, especially as he continues finger-fucking you after your orgasm.
"please- no more, i-i can't-" you whine, trying your hardest to move away from him, but he's got you tight in his grasp.
"you can, and you will. you don't have a choice. you'll cum as much as i want you to." he kisses your temple, the first sign of mercy he's shown you all night, and then slips a third finger in. you're weak to him, the same way he's weak to you.
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Hey!!! Can you do Stray Kids MTL to prefer dating/hooking up with older women instead of younger?
Stray Kids Most to Least: Likely to Date an Older Woman | NSFW
Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader/You/Yn
Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI.
Genre: MTL, headcanon, ranking, imagines.
Warnings: implied age gaps, dating, intimate relationships.
Sexually Explicit Content: older woman x younger stray kids kink and all that comes within that, vague dom/sub/switch dynamics mentioned.
🗝️ Note: anonie…nearly all of them scream loving the idea of an older partner, but I got you 😘 sorry it's so late, I have been swamped at work and in my wips.
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.
Han Jisung
Ummm Hanji just likes being babied. Period. In all forms, Hanji is THEE pillow princess. Han also needs an older partner, one who understands his anxiety and doesn't get embarrassed or annoyed by it. Someone with patience, and as someone who thought they were always patient...I am a thousand times more patient as I grow older.
Lee Felix
Lix is higher because he values maturity and deep conversations, but also loves to be doted on and babied. I can see him thriving, being your best subby boy and losing his mind when he gets to dom you. Lix is a switch, I will not be taking any arguments on this opinion.
Bang Chan
Chan is so high on the ranking because I don't think he cares about your age as long as you're older than 21. I cannot see Chan going for someone much younger than him, he craves maturity. In a different way than you might typically view maturity, because yes Chan is silly and playful. But he absolutely does not fuck around with boundaries and being a decent human. Which takes age and time imo. I can see Chan really loving being with an older partner for this reason and if that libra wants you, he's getting you.
In Jeongin
Jeongin isn't fond of all the cutesy aspects of dating a younger partner. He wants it to be cut and dry, affection in the bedroom and chill hangouts in public. Jeongin is also a switch, leaning dom. He will be your slightly bratty sub but also wreck your shit like you just did not expect from a sweet, dimpled face like his.
Seo Changbin
Similar to Lix, he loves being coddled but the thrill of wrecking you in the bedroom absolutely sets him off. How an older partner like you just melts under his massive biceps and thick thighs. Changbin also loves that you keep real food in the kitchen. Not the barren soju and preworkout diet most of his hookups keep stocked.
Kim Seungmin
Seungmin doesn't have the capacity to keep the facade up for bs drama that tends to come with younger partners. He wants something straightforward and easy. Which comes with an older partner, someone who has been through all the games, knows their boundaries and can respect his.
Hwang Hyunjin
Similar to Seungmin, Hyunjin is not here for the drama. He is also into heavier sexual themes and needs an expeiernced partner for these. So that no one ends up getting physically (or emotionally) hurt in the process. Hyunjin isn't a dom or a sub or a switch, he's a goddamn sexual menace to society.
Lee Minho
Alright for once, Lino is a little hard for me. He doesn't give me the vibe of necessarily seeking out an older partner, as we have seen how much he loves to dom the maknaes. I can see Lino with someone around Hanji's age. That is quiet and playful enough to toy with his stoic demeanor and old enough to explore things sexually.
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Cry Baby - Two
This series is inspired by The Neighborhood’s ‘Daddy Issues’. I’ll be working my way through their music catalog while I write this fic. Expect around five parts as this will escalate rather quickly…
Dad’s Best Friend CEO Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, age gap (reader is 21+ with an 18 year age gap when things get going), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of abortion, angst, hints of cheating (not on the Reader), implied threats.
Summary | Getting your life together is complicated by your father’s best friend, who always gets what he wants.
The uncomfortable silence between you and your father is enough to make you focus on the utensils in front of you, eyes narrowing in on the water stains on the knife and fork. A minor inconvenience to you but one that your father used to take seriously. It’s his favorite restaurant, one that you’ve been going to since you were a kid. Now, he can’t be bothered to notice, his old mentality of requesting a new set of utensils an afterthought. His focus is on you and only you – you can feel his gaze on you while you carefully buff away the stain before your eyes meet his.
“This is going to be a quick dinner, isn’t it?”
His question hangs in the air, waiting for you to answer, to delve into the depths of the emotion that is clearly written on your face. You aren’t exactly sure why you caved this time to take him up on his dinner offer. It’s been months since you had an interaction that was not longer than a few sentences. The old adage of ‘boys will be boys’ stopped applying the moment you had arrived home early from class and heard a familiar voice upstairs, curiosity getting the better of you with every step until you reached his bedroom door.
Out of the things you expected to see, finding Jenna under him, bright red fingernails scoring your father’s back as she whimpered made you slam the door closed, the moment forever seared into your brain as your father had let out a loud curse before you headed right back to your car.
And straight to Bucky’s house.
What was there to say, knowing that Jenna and your father’s light flirting had turned into a full blown sexual relationship? You’d known you’d never get an answer out of your father, under the guise of being his ‘daughter’ and not meddling in his business, despite you being an adult yourself. Jenna, on the other hand, was an open book. Her profuse apologies fell on uncaring ears, even more so when she’d admitted that she had to get rid of the little problem she’d found herself in. The best friend you’d invited into your home – and into your entire life – had betrayed you because she’d been upset that she never got to have Bucky’s attention. As she had told you, your father was the next best thing.
A consolation prize that he was happy to give her.
“What do you want me to say? That I’m still trying to process you fucking my former best friend?”
His tongue pokes around in his mouth, visible for a scant second before he nods. There’s nothing he can say to you that you haven’t already said at the top of your lungs while you were packing your things. You were always a daddy’s girl, carefully navigating the messy divorce that had presented itself to you and your father. You were never wanted by your mother. You knew that from the start. But your father, he was always there, the beacon of strength when you couldn’t be. Your friends should have been off limits, your therapist had told you. A host of other issues would have popped up, had she kept what she called her ‘little problem’. Despite him lauding that he was happy to have raised you and be in his golden years, it wouldn’t have lasted that long had she decided to keep it.
“It’s been months,” your father protests in a huff, shaking his head in disbelief, as if he can forget it happening within an instant. “I thought we’d be over this.”
“You kept it from me for months,” you point out, watching the server set your plates down. Normally, you’d be digging into your food but your stomach flips at the thought of eating and having to rehash a conversation that makes your heart twist.
“It wasn’t like I wanted to keep a secret from you.”
“Then what was it? You’re my father. She was my best friend. She’s younger than me by a year, by the way. Didn’t know you liked them that young. Wasn’t your last girlfriend close to your age?”
“This isn’t about Jenna anymore.”
You know that tone. The one where he’s trying to take on the role of authoritative parent. It won’t work, not with the way you are glaring at him before you shovel a forkful of mashed potatoes into your mouth.
“Then what is this about? Making amends?”
“Something like that. I miss my baby girl,” your father says with a hard sigh. “I miss you.”
“Baby girl,” Bucky said against your mouth, his thumb rubbing against the soft skin of your cheek. “You gonna be okay?”
“Of course I will,” you answered, tears welling in your eyes as you nod. “Won’t be the first time I was let down by a parent.”
“Shouldn’t have been that way in the first place. Listen to me,” Bucky instructed softly, his fingers tapping against your neck as you swallowed. “You’re safe here. Stay as long as you want, okay? I’ll give you a key. Come and go as you please.”
“I can’t ask that of you.”
“You aren’t asking,” he clarified, slate blue eyes boring into yours before he leans in, his lips on yours, taking complete possession of your mouth before the kiss is broken abruptly before he places another kiss on your forehead, mind still reeling from the kiss. “I’m telling you.”
Your silence gives your father his answer, watching him sink back into his chair.
“I’m trying here, kiddo.”
“By bringing me to dinner and not taking responsibility. Can you just tell the truth? That’s what I want. Tell me the truth of why you had to sleep with her when there’s hundreds of women out there. I had to hear every damn detail from her mouth. She didn’t even want you, Dad. Did you know that? She wanted Bucky.”
“I know,” comes your father’s steely reply. “She told me.”
“Then why stoop so low?”
“It’s complicated and I don’t want you involved in my personal life. I’m aware of the optics of what this looks like… what it is. I never meant for you to lose a friend and I’m sorry I put you through that.”
“So you knew she wanted Bucky.”
“I said I don’t want you involved in my personal life.”
“Your father is going through a lot,” Bucky told you, opening the door to the guest bedroom with a perfect view of the ocean. “Can’t say too much because that’s between him and I but we’re going through a rough patch. Guess you’re catching the fallout of it. I’m sorry.”
“It’ll be fine,” you replied, forcing the hopeful tone through your voice. “We’ll get past it.”
“I know you will. You and your father are so alike. Figured one day it would come to a head. Didn’t realize that it would be between a friend of yours. Sometimes,” Bucky started with a shake of his head before he watched you place your bag down. “We usually always think with our dicks before anything else. Even the smartest of us. That includes your father.”
“Smartest,” you sighed with a roll of your eyes. “Smart of him to get into bed with my best friend. He even called her thirsty.”
“Not saying it was right by any stretch. I’m aware of your friend and her determination. Maybe she wore him down.”
“You don’t have to protect him all the time, you know.”
“That’s not protecting. That’s stating a fact. Think about it. We’ve lost wars, blown up countries because it’s a measure to see whose got the bigger dick. It applies to regular people like us, too.”
“Regular people,” you scoffed, unbuttoning your jacket and slipping it off your shoulders before you realized that you were wearing a thin tank top and nothing underneath, stopping abruptly as you feel his gaze. “I don’t think of you as a regular person, Bucky.”
“Then what am I?”
You swallowed, turning your head to meet his stare, a mischievous smile on your face.
“I’ve heard the stories from the women you have at your parties. A God, perhaps?”
He returns the same smile, making your stomach do a flip.
“Can’t confirm or deny. Rumors are rumors, you know,” he assured you, hand on the doorknob. “Make yourself comfortable. I can have Henry make you something if you’re hungry.”
“I’m okay. I just want to sleep and forget this day ever happened.”
“Then sleep,” Bucky answered. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Your personal life applies to me when my friends get involved, you know,” you point out, eating another bite of mashed potatoes. You refuse to let another dinner go to waste. It’s bad enough you don’t want to use the money he’s been depositing in your account to make amends. You can’t be bought, and your father knows this.
“What else can I do to make this right? You’re my daughter and I love you more than life itself. I don’t want to go through this for another six months. You tell me how to fix it and I will. I promise you that.”
“How?”
Your voice wavers for a moment, your father reaching for your hand.
“I don’t know. But I’m gonna try.”
-
“You don’t need to remind me, you know,” Jenna huffs, the whip cream melting into the remnants of her milkshake. “I just wanted to make sure she was okay.”
“No,” Scott admits, pushing his glass toward the middle of the table. “She doesn’t mention you. Ever. It’s like you died.”
“I make one mistake and our friendship is over.”
“Sounds to me like it was multiple mistakes,” Scott mutters. “Over a three-month time period. How could you do that?”
“I wanted to be needed. Bucky isn’t interested in people like me, okay? He likes powerful women who can command a room with just a stare. I didn’t have that. You don’t start off with the big leagues.”
Scott narrows his eyes at her as she shrugs her shoulders.
“So you used her father. Some friend you are.”
“We both used each other. Call it what you want but it was mutual, Scott. He wanted it just as much as I did.”
“I think,” Scott says after a slight pause, the waitress whisking away their glasses. “You need to leave her alone. I’m not saying forever. I’m saying right now. Leave her alone. Give her some space.”
“It’s been months.”
“So what? Give her a year, hell, two years. You can’t dictate when people can’t be upset anymore.”
“Why not? She had Bucky eating out of the palm of her hand. I saw it just like everyone else. Did I say anything? No. She’d never go for him. He was just like her father.”
Jenna picks up on Scott’s uncomfortableness with the topic, leaning forward as she nods.
“You see it too. She left her father’s house to stay with Bucky for a weekend. Not a hotel, not her mother’s house. Bucky’s.”
“She’s known him her entire life. That’s no big deal.”
“Yeah? Bucky Barnes, letting your girlfriend spend an entire weekend at his giant estate while he’s there with her? You have no thoughts on that? He’s just like her father.”
“I trust her.”
“It isn’t her you need to worry about. Look, I didn’t come here to talk about her father or Bucky. I miss my friend, that’s why I came here to ask if you could help. But you don’t get to take the moral high ground because you think Bucky is a saint. He isn’t. I’ve seen it myself what he does to women and she’s a target.”
“She isn’t,” Scott argues back. “I’ve him a few times and he isn’t interested in her like that.”
“Whatever,” Jenna shoots back, grabbing her purse. “I’d still be careful.”
-
“It’s late,” your father greets Bucky, settling into the chair as Bucky hands him a glass of scotch. “What’s the emergency?”
“I had my assistant go over the books again. Prepping for a merger, you know. All eyes on me and shit like that. But she found a discrepancy. You remember when you were helping me out on a few accounts, right?”
“Right,” your father draws out, lifting an eyebrow. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying she found a discrepancy with the accounts you were over. Thought you might want to take a look.”
Bucky opens a file, placing a laptop in front of your father as he looks at it. The discrepancy is major – a few hundred thousand dollars to be exact – his eyes widening as he looks up at his former business partner in surprise.
“I have no idea how it got like that. I can fix it.”
“No need,” Bucky assures him. “It’s already fixed. I’m more worried about you. You don’t make these kind of mistakes. Makes me wonder if you’re alright. I know you’ve been going through it, fighting with your kid and all.”
“We’re fine,” your father replies tersely. “Getting better.”
“I hope so,” Bucky agrees, nodding as he moves the laptop away from him. There’s power in his stare when he stands at his full height, tossing back the last of his scotch as he swallows. “You do much better when you’re in a good place mentally. This mix up was an easy fix. I get it, you’re distracted. But one more miss…”
Bucky scoffs as he shakes his head.
“I don’t want to think about anymore misses. You make another mistake and I have to fix it, I take something from you. That’s how it’s always been.”
“Yeah, I got it,” your father answers without missing a beat. “I already paid off the loan you gave me for her tuition, remember? And the loan you gave me for the house”
“I know,” Bucky says soothingly, your father relaxing in his chair. “We’ve been best friends since middle school. I know you wouldn’t willingly try to sabotage my business. It’s more of a friendly reminder to keep your head up. Don’t let some social climber get between you and your daughter. Shit can go left really quickly if you aren’t careful.”
“I get it.”
Bucky pours your father another scotch and one for himself before they clink glasses, Bucky’s eyes lifting to the ceiling for a moment as he smiles quickly to himself.
“To moving forward.”
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Hi ! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write some more Otto Hightower x reader?? He may be a bit of a slimy snake, but he’s also a dilf (gilf ? 😳) 👉🏻👈🏻. I don’t have any particular requests, anything Otto related would be awesome. Thanks & I love your work! :)
deflowered. ☆ otto hightower x fem!reader nsft drabble
key masterlist ✦ hotd masterlist ✦ intro
warnings: 18+ (no minors i stg), nsft, oral (m receiving) ; afab reader ; fingering ; innocence kink ; corruption kink ; inexperienced reader ; implied virgin reader ; age gap (reader is 21 or older.) ; pet names ooh lala
summary: you’ve always been otto’s angel. especially when you’re soaking wet for him.
word count: 707
a/n: disclaimer: r is not technically deflowered but i might do a part two. here’s a smutty drabble before the new ep drops tonight!
“How do you feel when I touch you like this?” Otto cradled your cheek gently, looking down at your flustered form like a saint.
“I…” You exhaled, your cheeks burning with shame, “I like it.”
This was all so new to you. You could barely think straight as your newlywed husband began to toy with the lace on your nightgown.
“When you ache, do you indulge in it?” Noting your confused expression, his hand lowered from your cheek and slid down the front of your body. Agonizingly slow, large digits ventured down your bare neck, and hovered just an inch above the valley between your breasts, before stopping right at the bottom of your abdomen.
As heat pooled and swirled in your stomach, you found yourself feeling dizzy. You’d hear old wives' tales about women who acted dubiously before marriage. In fear, you’d often find yourself pushing any lustful needs deep into your subconscious. At least, until you met Otto.
“No,” You said looking down, embarrassed by how naive you sounded, “But I want to.”
“I know you do, sweet thing,” He cooed, gently tilting your chin up. “We don’t have to consummate if you’re not ready yet. We’ll move slowly,” Otto assured, whispering under his breath, “I’ll teach you.”
Even in the midst of such uncertainty, you needed him more than anything. You sat at the end of the bed, as you began to slip off your nightgown. On instinct, you covered your chest, averting your gaze and crossing your legs tightly. Otto gently grabbed both of your arms.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” You nodded as your cheeks began to overheat. “Then don’t hide that pretty body of yours.”
Although foreign, it felt good, watching his jaw clench and his fists tighten at the sight of you. He was holding back, you thought, and that was the last thing either of you wanted Otto approached you closer with darkened eyes, his breathing heavy as he sat beside you, before gingerly patting his lap.
Helping you on, his arms held your hips down securely.
“Focus on me,” Otto told you. It was difficult to maintain eye contact while you felt his large hand inch closer and closer down your abdomen, before gently massaging your slick pussy.
“O-Otto!” You moaned out. “What’s happening to me?” You sobbed, your eyes tearing up as his fingers found your nub and pulled.
“Tell me how good it feels,” Otto exhaled, “Don’t hold back.”
“It- it feels,” you stammered, losing your grip as the circles he rubbed into your clit grew faster and faster, “Otto- fuck!”
“Such foul language from such a pretty little mouth,” He teased, growing harder as you began to ground into his lap for more friction. “Kneel. On the floor.”
Whining when his hand left your pussy, you obliged. You watched carefully as he slid his pants down, revealing his cock. You had never seen one before, but the moist precum at the head and veins bulging out looked delicious to you. Otto’s hand descended towards your face, his thumb rubbing your lip.
“Open for me,” Otto chided, slipping his thumb in your mouth. You moaned around the digit, and on instinct, you began to suck. Instead of adding another finger, he pulled it out, cupping the back of your head and stroking your hair.
“How about we try something bigger?” Eyes glued to his member, you nodded, eyelashes fluttering as he pushed your head onto his girth. Otto let out a choked-out moan, clutching your hair tighter as he proceeded to push himself in deeper.
Like his thumb moments ago, you began to bob up and down, your nose bumping into his pubic hair with every thrust.
“Very good, that’s my girl,” Otto groaned, taking control as he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you in further. The surprised moan you let out vibrated against his cock, making his hold even tighter.
“You’re a natural,” Otto continued his praise, looking down at you with adoration, “And you’re all mine.”
Your thighs rubbed against each other on their own, while Otto moved faster, a loud groan of your name filling the room before coming undone in your mouth.
“All mine.”
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Pairing: Brock Rumlow x new SHIELD Agent!Reader
Rating: M
Words: 618
Content: 2nd person, pre-WS so Hydra!Brock but pretending to be SHIELD, age gap (reader is 21+, Brock is 40+), power dynamics, tipsy reader, implied manipulation, unreliable narrator
Summary: You have a few celebration drinks in honour of you joining SHIELD. A few too many, so your kind of mentor, Brock Rumlow, lets you crash at his place.
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His large hands cup your cheeks and you sway a little, feeling light headed.
You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or his warm, rough hands. “Congratulations, agent,” he hums, grinning and pretending like he can’t see how open and desperate your expression is. “But I think it’s time to get outta here.”
He picks you up easily, your legs and arms wrapping around him as his hand rests on the delicious curve of your ass. But you don’t think anything of it, even when Brock needlessly adjusts your position, fingers brushing the seam of your jeans.
Brock gets you into his car with no problems, you wonderfully pliant and happy to follow his instructions.
You might have drifted off for the drive home because it seems like in only the blink of an eye the car has come to a stop in an enclosed parking lot. “I worry about leaving ya alone like this so you can have my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He breezes past any protests by hauling you out of his car and into his side as you stumble a few steps.
His apartment is warm as he gets you through the door and helps you lean against the wall. You hastily grab his shoulder when he’s crouching and carefully removing your tired feet from the heels you decided to try out for the night. When he looks up at you from between your legs, heat rushes to your cheeks and you might think it had some kind of purpose but your brain is slow and Brock is on his feet again, kicking his own shoes off as he leads you to his room.
You sit on the bed with a soft thump as your legs realise they can finally give up their task for the night. Brock is flicking through his wardrobe and turns to toss a loose t-shirt and shorts. “Hope these are good enough for our new agent,” he teases with a grin and you nod with a soft laugh. “You think you can get changed by yourself, sweetheart?”
More heat tingles against your cheeks as you nod and put the flung clothes to one side. You barely wait for him to turn away before you’re pulling off your favourite top. It catches on your yawn and you giggle again, managing to free yourself with a few grunts.
“That sounded pretty tough, you sure you don’t need my help?”
“No - no I’m good!” You assure him in a determined voice that is way too loud for the two feet he’s stood away from you but his chuckle is amused and you get his spare t-shirt on much more easily. Next are the shorts but given that your legs gave up about a minute ago, you flop back on the bed unceremoniously and lift your hips to get the jeans over your ass and kicked off the rest of the way. His shorts go on with one more jut of your hips to pull them in place and this time you stay laid back on the bed. “I did it!” You declare - like you just solved complicated algebra.
Rumlow laughs as he turns, giving you a playful eyeroll to hide the way he drinks you in. “Real cute, agent. You gonna get under those covers or do I gotta tuck you in?”
Your embarrassment fuels you as you scramble back and manage to get under the duvet, pulling it back down to cover you. Only to find Brock leaning over you, so dangerously close you think he might kiss you.
He brushes a kiss to your forehead and wishes you goodnight, knowing he leaves you a frustrated and tipsy mess.
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what started in beautiful rooms pt.3 | an austin butler x priscilla actress!reader story ❀˖°
part 3/? • (part 2) | RATED M MINORS DNI
summary: “what happened between you and austin?” is a question you dread. it makes your gut twist, even if only proposed through a pointed look. the short answer is “a lot”. the long answer is more complicated.
word count: 3,420
warnings: implied past infidelity, age gap (reader is 21 when the story starts, austin is 28), unhealthy relationship dynamics, explicit smut, rough/angry sex, crying after sex
chapter summary: you knew acting out on him wouldn’t feel good in the morning, but certainly that was nothing you couldn’t retcon.
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January 5th, 2020 | Queensland, Australia
You’d almost forgotten what you did when you first woke up, until you turned your phone on to so many notifications it felt hot in your hand. There was a missed call from your manager, five texts from Bebe and four from Austin. You opened Bebe’s first, biting your lip as you read her encouragement not to dwell on what your Instagram comments were saying because she knew you’d crawl across broken glass before you helped someone cheat.
Right, Instagram. You opened the app before looking at the missed texts from Austin, holding your breath as you clicked onto the comment section. It was more or less what you’d expected, down to people saying crueler things about you than they were about Austin.
Speak of the devil, a fifth text came through from him before you could even open the others.
I get done at 9:00 tonight. Your place or mine but we need to talk and you can’t ignore me forever.
You clicked it open, reading the messages he’d sent last night and earlier in the morning.
Hey- not that you don’t look cute but I don’t think the photo in my shirt being up on your Instagram is a good idea.
I’m calling Vanessa first thing in the morning about a breakup statement, I promise.
??? Did you fall asleep?
Vanessa just ripped my fucking head off. Is your phone even on? Your manager is trying to get a hold of you too, called me and I told her I’m just as clueless here. What the fuck Y/N?
Squeezing your eyes shut and opening them again like it would make all of this magically go away, you opened Instagram back up and deleted the post. Tossing the phone off the side of your bed, you rolled back over and stuffed your head under your pillow.
You’d know what to do after a few more hours of sleep, surely.
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Unfortunately three more hours of sleep didn’t magically equip you with an idea of what to do, or the guts to do anything short of ignoring everyone- save for shooting your manager a text about deleting the post.
You forced yourself out of bed to move into the living room, throwing on Netflix to distract from the notifications, grateful you hadn’t been needed at set today.
Austin called at 9:03, sounding almost a little surprised when you answered.
“Oh hey, not like I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day or anything.” He said, voice tight. You bit back a sigh, poking at the box of takeout food you had sitting on your lap that you suddenly weren’t hungry for anymore. Austin kept talking even though you didn’t respond.
“I’m pullin’ out of the set lot right now, am I comin’ to yours?” He asked, and you bit the inside of your cheek for a second before giving him a half mumbled “Sure.”
He hung up after a clipped “Kay, bye.” and you tossed your phone down onto the couch, running a hand over your face.
Austin brushed past you without a greeting when he arrived, kicking off his shoes in the direction of the rack by the door, the boots landing against the floor with a thud. You had a half a mind to tell him not to stomp into your house like a pissed off toddler, but stopped short.
"I deleted the post." You said and Austin looked up, hand coming up to tug through his black locks, face hardened. "Coulda' done that last night instead of siccing my ex and everyone that's ever been a fan of her on my ass."
You hadn't poked around much for what anyone had been saying about Austin. And it wasn't that you didn't believe he was getting a tongue lashing, you just didn't have it in you to care. Turning to walk in the direction of the living room, you picked up the remote and turned the TV off, still holding it when you turned back to him to talk.
"You said that if something came out you could release a statement and it wouldn't be a problem."
Austin didn’t seem to like the sarcasm, rolling his eyes with a huff.
"Yeah- and that wasn't a free pass to go nuclear Y/N,” He replied, eyes wide as he gestured- talking with his hands. “Not just on me either, what you did was disrespectful to Vanessa and you know it."
His voice was bordering on a yell, and you were a combination of jarred by that, and pissed off about the deflecting.
"I disrespected Vanessa? You were her partner- you owed her your loyalty Austin, not me." You replied, matching his tone. "When she was ripping your head off- did you tell her about Novemberr?"
He seemed to deflate a bit at that, which answered your question before the flat "No,” he gave even left his mouth.
"Yeah- and I'm the one without respect." You scoffed, and Austin looked like he wanted to say something else but he just pressed his lips together in a tight line, arms folded. You quirked an eyebrow up at him.
"What? If you have something to say to me, let's hear it."
He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?’
Taking a step closer and uncrossing your arms, you looked at him squarely. You didn’t know if what you were about to do would translate, and it crossed your mind that it would be humiliating if it didn’t. But you were taking the shot while you had it.
"You have somewhere else to be, another secret girlfriend?" You asked, trying not to let the look that crossed his face steer you off path. "Or are you gonna stick around if I tell you you can take this," You continued, bringing a hand up to gesture at him. "Out on me."
Austin’s eyes widened for a moment, and he rubbed his chin- looking away for a second before he responded.
"I'm pissed- doesn't mean I wanna hurt you." He said cautiously, and if you weren’t after something here you probably would’ve found that sweet.
“'s okay, I think I earned it.” You tried. bobbing your head to the side as you softened your voice from the tone you’d just been taking with him.
His pupils darkened as he seemed to come around.
“You have the shirt around here somewhere?” He said, and you motioned to your bedroom with your head as you took a few slow steps backward in that direction, running a hand through your hair. He looked past you, voice low when he spoke again. “Put that on and nothin’ else, I’ll be there in a minute.”
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You heard the bathroom door open and shut from your bedroom as you stripped down and grabbed his shirt from your laundry hamper, spritzing some of your perfume over it before you slipped it on and got into bed.
What felt like hours, but was probably closer to ten minutes, passed before Austin came into your room stripped down to his boxers, setting the rest of his folded up clothes on the dresser before you got a good look at him. His hard cock was pushing through the thin fabric of his Calvins, and you assumed he’d started without you when he was in the bathroom.
He swallowed thickly when he saw you sitting up against your headboard in just the Hawainn shirt, crossing the room and crowding into your space as he got in bed- pushing you down against the pillows.
“Who knew this shirt would cause all this trouble,” He whispered, rubbing the fabric between his fingers before he dove in to kiss you. He pushed your shirt open to grope your boobs as he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, his erection pressed against your thigh.
He pinched your nipple between two fingers, yanking his hand back abruptly when you whined into his mouth.
“You think you’ve earned that?”
You shook your head, Austin pulling back to tug down his boxers and discard them to the side. He stroked himself, smearing precum around with his fingers before bringing two of them up to your mouth, tapping on your bottom lip.
Opening your mouth just enough to suck on his fingers, you felt your sex throbbing as your gaze fell to where he was jacking himself off with his free hand, little breathy moans leaving his mouth as he watched you.
He pulled the digits out of your mouth when he was satisfied, trailing them down your body to your center, brushing over your clit enough to elicit a slurred “Aus,” before he pushed his index and middle finger into you. He was barely deep enough for you to clench around him, but just far enough that you writhed at the sensation when he gestured inside of you in a ‘come here’ motion.
When he pulled them out after a minute, he brought his hand up the base of your neck.
“All the prep you’re getting tonight, pretty girl, that okay?
So sweet even when you’d given him your blessing to be a dick, you thought absentmindedly.
“Said to take it out on me, I meant i-” You started, cut off by your own yelp when he pushed all the way inside with one swoop. It was overwhelming, bordering on painful, but you shifted your hips under him and tried to adjust. Inhaling sharply, you exhaled suddenly when he grabbed both of your wrists up in one hand and pinned them above your head.
He started to move without warning, his pace faster from the start than it normally was. You still felt impossibly tight as he drilled into your pussy relentlessly, grinding up against his pelvis, needing friction on your clit that wasn’t coming.
Austin chuckled, grabbing your chin with his hand that wasn’t occupied.
“You need something baby?” He muttered, slowing his thrusts enough to be able to talk, but slamming into you harder to make up for the change in pace. “Should’ve been good, good girls get their clit touched.”
You choked out an apology through moans as he fucked you into the matress, unable to keep from writhing underneath him- your body moving on it’s own accord.
“Stay fuckin still.” He muttered harshly, hand drifting down from where he’d been holding your face to your neck. And you tried your best to lay still, but even the slight pressure on your airway went straight to your arousal. Doing anything consciously, even willing yourself to not move- felt impossible.
You’d been expecting some reaction to that, and Austin pulled out, yanking you up by the wrists onto his lap as he sat back. He pushed you up so that you were on your knees straddling him, his own legs spread open.
“You wanna move?” He asked roughly, smacking the side of your hip. “Ride me then, show me how sorry you are for being a little brat.”
You squeezed your eyes shut as you sank onto him, your breath stuck in your throat as he pushed you down till you were filled to the hilt. He didn’t protest when your arms wrapped around his neck and for that much you were grateful, your grip on him tightening as you tried to readjust- and refind the angle he’d just been nailing you at.
He grabbed your hips to drive up into you and found it himself, groaning when your walls tightened around him as you started to move. Loud moans flew out of your mouth as you rode him- and you tried to grind your clit into his pubic bone.
Which took notice of that after only a few seconds, squeezing your hips so hard that his nails digging into your skin made you wince in pain. If he noticed, he didn't seem to care.
“Did I say you could get yourself off on me?” He huffed. “I’ll tell you when you can come doll.”
Swallowing, you tried to slow down your movements to keep yourself away from the edge. But how hard Austin was jackhammering up into you left no room for that- especially not when he brushed the pad of his thumb over your soaking clit.
He only stayed there for a few seconds before he yanked his hand back, wiping your arousal off on your cheek as he pulled you in by the neck to kiss him.
Growing overwhelmed, you paused to take a breath, about three seconds passing before Austin had his fingers wrapped around your throat, mumbling a harsh “Keep movin’” into your mouth. He pulled his hand away after a minute to kiss down your neck, grabbing a handful of your ass as he left a trail of marks you knew you’d have to put a pound of makeup on in the morning.
And you wanted to be good, wanted to wait until he gave you permission to come. But the combination of his dick pounding against your cervix and his fingers coming back down to circle your throbbing bundle of nerves made the coil in your stomach spring undone- completely out of your control.
“Fuck- Aus I can’t- ‘m- Oh,”
Your body shook as you climaxed, your release making a mess of the both of you as you moaned his name to your ceiling. Your walls hugged his cock and you heard him groan as he followed right after you, shooting off inside the condom with an animalistic growl.
Chest heaving, you almost flinched when he pulled his hand off your ass and grabbed your chin, turning it towards him- fingers pressing into your cheek.
“Dad- I told you to wait. You know how to listen?”
Managing a little nod, you felt tears pooling in your eyes, the grip he had on your face that was preventing you from looking away taking you from feeling bad to worse- and quickly.
You’d meant it when you asked him to take it out on you, but seeing him look at you with so much resentment now that you were starting to crash just made your chest tight.
“‘m sorry.” You croaked out and you saw realization- alongside guilt flash in Austin’s eyes before he dropped your chin like he'd been burned.
He moved back to pull out and you crawled off of him- swiping at your eyes.
“Shit- honey you should’ve told me if I was goin’ too far,” He said, looking almost scared to touch you.
“Austin I consented, I’m fine,” You started, taking a breath as you got out of bed and onto your feet. Austin let out a little sigh, scooting to the edge of your mattress, looking at you seriously. “You’re about to cry, you’re obviously not fine.”
You were touched that he cared- truly. But the longer he looked at you like a wounded baby deer the closer you got to really crying in front of him- something you still had enough shame to want to avoid.
“Just a little overwhelmed,” You said, grabbing your phone before taking a step closer to kiss him, nails coming up to lightly scratch at his cheek as you pulled away. “I promise.”
He didn’t look like he quite believed that. But you added something about wanting to shower and he let you grab pajamas out of your dresser and leave without protest, your head starting to hurt as you shut your bedroom door behind you.
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You flicked the shower on the second you closed the bathroom door but didn’t get right in- taking a shaky breath and leaning against the sink counter as you looked at your phone. The first notification you saw was a text from Bebe, a follow up to missed call.
saw you deleted the post. everything okay? i’m in town for another few days if you want to come crash at mine and watch stupid movies and forget about austin while you still can. love you!
The notification under that was a DM message request from Instagram, the lump in your throat growing like a weed when you saw the username attached to it.
Vanessa.
The nausea that rolled through you was so strong it outweighed the curiosity in regards to what exactly she had to say to you and you swiped the notification away, putting your phone face down on the counter. You felt your chin wobbling as you got into the shower- and let a little sob escape into your hand as the water ran down your back.
It wasn’t that Austin had pushed too hard- if you were being completely honest you’d been into what you goaded him into, really into it.
It was that on top of the guilt about November you still hadn’t shaken, that had been inching it’s way to the front of your mind since Bebe told you to ignore your comments because she knew you’d never do that. On top of knowing Vanessa had been hurt enough to say God knows what directly to you. On top of your last few days of normalcy before Elvis really kicked into gear going to hell in a handbasket.
A part of you wished you could just will it all away, hop in a time machine and go back and stop yourself from auditioning- or even responding to the email from your manager about the casting notice.
But you couldn’t do that- or stay in the shower forever.
When you’d at least halfway collected yourself you got out and towel dried your hair before putting on the t-shirt and shorts you’d brought into the bathroom with you, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes fell to the hickies littering the base of your neck and you ran your finger over them tenderly, your lips tugging into a bit of a smug smile. There was an upside to every down, afterall.
You padded back down the hallway to your room, and weren't exactly surprised to discover that Austin hadn’t left. In your absence he'd gotten redressed into the joggers and t-shirt he showed up, looking up from where he was scrolling on his phone when you came in.
"You can kick me out if you want. Just felt like it would be a douche move to leave when you were upset." He supplied, the anger that had been in his eyes just an hour ago replaced with something softer. You gave a little shake of your head, crawling into bed and sitting up next to him.
"I really am sorry- about the post." You started quietly, and he put his phone onto your nightstand as you talked. "Stupid of me to do something like that when I've been the one worrying so much about this," You gestured between the two of you. "screwing the movie over."
Austin nodded, waiting a second to make sure you were done before he spoke. “You’re not stupid,” He said softly, reaching out an arm to wrap it around your shoulders. You scooted a little closer to him on instinct, allowing your head to drop to his shoulder.
“And I'm sorry you felt like you had to do all that to get what you needed from me.” He continued, pressing a kiss to your hair as he squeezed your shoulder where his hand had come to rest.
“You’re my girl, don’t ever want you doubtin’ that.”
When the first three words left his mouth it felt familiar, and you realized after a moment it was because they echoed a scene in the movie, his voice slipping into a southern drawl that made it sound exactly like it had at the table read just a week ago.
And you weren’t sure how you felt about that. But it was sweet.
He was trying- and that’s what mattered. Mattered more than how the thought that he sounded more like Elvis Presley than the Austin you’d spent the last few months with made you feel.
You hummed an affirmative “Mhm,” into his skin as he reached around you to turn your bedside lamp off, laying all the way down and taking you with. Coming to rest with your head tucked into his neck, a leg wrapped around one of his, you closed your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat through his shirt- saying a silent prayer that the past day would be the closest you ever got to losing him.
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I’ve got to say, I generally dislike whatever timeline DC is using for Robin ages in n52.
What’s PARTICULARLY disorienting about it? Jason’s running around B&R Eternal drinking constantly and commenting on that, and while that’s perfectly normal for the 18-19 year old he should be in my own personal timeline in some countries, he’s in the USA and getting served in bars? So either all his ID says he’s 21 or he’s supposed to be 21 now?
And I can’t work out if I’m supposed to think there’s a FIVE YEAR AGE GAP between Jason and Tim (ludicrous in terms of very famous aspects of Jason’s death and Tim becoming Robin) or if I’m supposed to assume Jason’s just pretending to be significantly older than he actually is to make his life smoother.
Though Jason continually rattling on about drinking and Tim going ‘dude I’m 16’ is hilarious in that even while this is definitely not my Tim Drake, some tiny corner of his PSA for kids personality remains. Go on, Tim. Time to do a school assembly on why you’ll never let lips that touch wine touch thine.
(Also if Jason’s 21 and Dick’s also 21-22 here and Dick didn’t become Robin until he was 16-17 like is implied in Nightwing #0, and then Jason was a Robin after Dick…surely he can’t still have been under 18 when he became Robin? Or was he Robin for five minutes at 17 before immediately dying…why am I trying to work out the frigging 5 year timeline, we all know it makes no sense)
#poking n52 meta again and making my head hurt#4 Robins in 5 years is objectively ridiculous if you’re counting from Dick’s START date#documenting n52 timeline
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The only exception
A/N: It’s the end of smutty/fluffy weekend, which I’m ending with some requests! This if from @one-sweet-gubler who’s literally the best for rrequesting and wanting my writing! Hope it pleases you!
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader
Warnings: language, age gap (reader is 21, Henry is 38), angst, fluff, implied smut
Wordcount: 2.453
The only exception
You smoothed down the fourth dress, you’d tried on and groaned loudly, ripping it off.
Henry came into your shared bedroom, his lips curled into a soft smile as he came over and rubbed your shoulders.
“Darling, you’ll look good no matter what you wear.” You huffed.
“That’s easy for you to say.” He hugged you tightly from behind, gently swaying- “You always look good, and it’s your family. You could show up in ratty sweatpants and they’d be fine.” He kissed your bare shoulder.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked. He knew you too well. You sighed and put your hands on top of his.
“I’m scared that the age-thing is going to be a big deal to them.”
“Why?” You were still swaying with him.
“Because it’s your family. I want them to like me and…” You drew a deep breath. “I don’t want them to think that I’m here for your money or fame.” You finally said in a small voice. He stopped swaying you and slowly turned you to face him, his thumb finding your chin to lift your head gently.
“Darling… Why does it matter so much to you? I promise you, I know that you’re not. Isn’t that all that matters?” He asked in a soothing voice.
“Yes and no. I just want you to… I don’t know, it’s your family and I know how much they mean to you, and I don’t want to be the one to come between that.”
“Darling, I chose you. The moment I met you. The very first glimpse I had of you, you were inherently imbedded in me. If they don’t find that agreeable or enough, then screw them.” You sighed. You knew there was no way you’d be able to convince him of how worried you were, because he was a romantic and an optimist; the world simply had to agree.
“Wear the green dress. You look stunning in that.” He said before kissing you deeply.
“Fine. Only because you asked so nicely.” You mumbled against his lips.
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The drive was agony for you. It’s strange how much people, you’d never even met, mattered – their opinion, their feelings… it meant the world to you to be accepted and the fear that they wouldn’t, made you want to vomit.
Henry squeezed your hand reassuringly and pulled into a driveway, stilling the engine.
“It’s going to be alright, love.”
“How are you not nervous about this?” You asked in a small, quivering voice.
“I think you’re nervous enough for the both of us, darling.” He chuckled. “I don’t know. I am a little nervous, but not because of your age. I worry that my mother has another scheme planned. He said, kissing your knuckles. “We’ll be fine.” He mumbled. You nodded and tried to draw a deep breath.
“If you want to stay in the car for a little bit, we can. Get your nerves under control.” You nodded once and held his hand, your heart pounding in your chest.
You knew that it shouldn’t matter much to you. You loved Henry for who he was, and it should be all that mattered. You lived together and you had been able to handle tabloids talking out of their ass about your relationship, but if his family didn’t approve, you feared that he’d break up; his family meant a lot to him, and you knew it.
You also knew that his mother had made a habit out of ambushing him with “plans” – sometimes an ex would randomly show up, sometimes a family friend, but they all had the same in common; they were in her eyes, a perfect match for Henry. He had groaned about it several times, when he came home from a visit with them, and you felt your stomach swoop every time he did – it was very clear, that you’d have to work very hard to get them to accept you.
“Let’s do it.” You finally said, trying to swallow your heart back in place. He smiled gently and you got out of the car, clammy hands in his, to knock on the door.
“Henry!” His mom hugged him tightly, before her eyes fell on you.
“Oh. Y/N, I presume?” Her cheery attitude had changed the minute she saw you.
“Yes, Mrs. Cavill. Happy to meet you.”
“Yes, well…” She smiled tightly. “Come on in, everybody’s here.” You followed Henry with a sinking feeling that this wasn’t going to go the way he had hoped for. Henry rubbed comforting circles on your back as you were introduced to his family and their partners – all of them gave you a strange look and barely muttered a hello. You saw Henry’s jaw clench.
“Henry, did I tell you that Martha is stopping by? Such a lovely girl, simply endearing.” You worried for Henry’s teeth – his jaw was clamped so tightly, his teeth must’ve been hurting under the pressure.
“Mum…”
“Oh, stop with the mum. You know, she’s single.” His mom started arranging tea on trays, lining it up to get ready for the afternoon-tea, you had been invited to. She didn’t set the full number of cups.
“We’ve been over this, mother. You’re being obtuse.” She huffed and turned to face Henry fully, hands on her hips.
“I am not being obtuse. She’s a very nice woman, and we would love her here.” The implication wasn’t lost on you, and you swallowed thickly, slipping out from under Henry’s protective arm.
“I need to use the restroom.” You muttered, not waiting for an answer, but simply weaved your way through the gathering of family, that didn’t like you in any way, their eyes following you with sneers on their faces, and found a guest bathroom, slamming the door and sitting heavily on the toilet, trying to keep your tears at bay.
You knew it. They wouldn’t accept you – you weren’t what they expected of their son, much less what they wanted in their family. Clearly, his mother was keener on Martha, who she had invited. Jesus Christ, you were going to lose it.
You heard voices outside and stilled your panicked breaths, keeping quiet.
“I told you, he’d bring someone like her.” It sounded like one of his brothers.
“Yes, yes, I know. I just… He’s only doing it to get a reaction from your mother and I. He’s acting like a teenager.” His dad.
“You know Henry, he wants to go against whatever you think.” Silence fell.
“She’s too young for him.”
“You’re telling me.”
“I knew it, I just knew he’d find someone like that. Young and money hungry. Fame-hungry, even.” A deep sigh. “He could at least pretend to be happy that we even allowed her inside the house. She wasn’t invited, and he knew it.”
“Dad…”
“No, I don’t want to hear it. I refuse to let a child wander around with Henry like he’s her priced possession just because he’s trying to prove some silly point.”
“You would have made it easier if you hadn’t told him Martha was coming.” A huff. You cried silently; every single worry you had seemed to be warranted.
“It’s not fair to her. Henry used to date her, and they made a brilliant match.”
“Dad… Let him run it out. He’s blowing off steam, and it’ll end soon enough. You know him, a girl with nice tits shows up, he’s a goner.” They both laughed.
“At least he has some taste. She’s a pretty, little thing. Let’s hope she doesn’t rip him for all he’s worth.” They both laughed and they laughter became fainter and fainter as they walked away – you were about to have a full panic attack.
The way they talked about you made you feel sick. You had hoped that at least one of them would be just a little forthcoming, but they all seemed to think the same; you were a gold-digger with a nice body. It was disgusting. You gathered yourself and wiped the tears from your face – there wasn’t a chance in hell that you’d let them see how they’d made you feel. You just wanted to leave.
You unlocked the door and with a straight back, weaved back through the family, finding Henry deep in argument with his mother.
“I’m not here to find anyone, I already have someone, mum, I’m here because I wanted to introduce my girlfriend to my family!” He yelled. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, trying to play a game with me, when you knew she was coming with me.” His mother scoffed, pursing her lips.
“Not with my blessing, she didn’t.” Henry threw his hands up and glared at his mother.
“I don’t know why on earth you’re so hellbent on hating a woman, you’ve never met, that I love. It’s not a fling, it’s not a fickle thing, we live together, mum. I’m not letting her go, especially not because you want me to.” You stepped into the kitchen and let your hand wrap around his arm.
“I’m going to leave. You stay.” He turned his face to say something, but his mother cut in.
“That seems like a wonderful idea, dear.” You glared at her and any inkling of goodwill in you disappeared when you saw her sneering face.
“You know, I’m not doing it for you. I’m leaving because I don’t want Henry to be upset or have to chose between me and his family.” You said in a low voice, trying to keep your cool.
“I would have expected at least a modicum of respect, just an ounce, a sliver of respect and acceptance, not towards me, but to your son. You may very well be his mother, but you are abhorrent in your ways, and the fact that you act as if you’re better than me, makes me feel sorry for you.” Henry pulled you closer to his body.
“I know what you’re all thinking, I even heard it loud and clear.” You turned to face his father with a poisonous smile on your lips.
“While I am glad that you believe your son to have taste…” You spat out. “I am disgusted by the way you were talking about me, a stranger to you. If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t believe a kind, gentle and caring man like Henry came from a family like this. I am absolutely disgusted by your way of thinking and your treatment of a person, who only wanted the very best for your son.” You drew a deep breath and narrowed your eyes.
“I am not here for his money, his looks or his fame. I’m here for Henry, the kind and loving man I know. Not that it’s any of your doing, it would seem.” You turned to face his mother again, who looked like she had swallowed a lemon.
“I thank you for not only completely ruining any chance we had to get along, but also for hurting your son. Me, I don’t care about, but him? God, he deserves better.” You bowed to her.
“Thank you for not inviting me and thank you for making it abundantly clear that you dislike whatever Henry wants to do. I have no desire to be involved with this family if this is how it is.” You stood on your toes and kissed Henry’s cheek.
“You can stay if you want. No pressure from me. I’ll haul a cab or an Uber. I love you.” You didn’t give him time to respond, nor did you react to his father’s voice calling out for you, but simply left the house, holding tears back until you were well down the road.
Fucking idiot, you were – thinking that the family, that had hounded Henry for as long as you knew him to find a “real” woman to suit him better, would ever accept you. It was stupid really, to get your hopes up, even just a sliver. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, and you wiped them angrily, pulling your phone out to find either a cab, an Uber or the nearest bridge to fling yourself off from.
The familiar hum of an engine sounded behind you, and a door opened – Henry’s warm, thick arms enveloped you, holding you tightly to his warm chest, as you sobbed into his shirt, staining it with mascara.
“Oh, sweetheart…” He rested his chin on top of your head.
“You didn’t have to leave, Henry. It’s your family, just go back.” You mumbled into his shirt. If he heard you, he didn’t let on. He just kept hugging you.
“You know, you’re the first person to ever say anything to them.” He mumbled into your hair.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t…”
“Don’t be sorry, love.” He pulled you a little out from his body to look at you. “I should’ve known better. I thought that… When they saw you, got you know you, they’d be okay. Clearly, I was wrong.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Neither is it yours.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Let’s go home.”
“Are you sure? You can stay, I really don’t mind.” You told him in a small voice.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.” He said with determination. As you got in the car, he shot you a small, comforting smile.
The drive back was in silence, simply letting both of you process what happened at the house.
“You know, I talked to them as well. Or, rather, yelled at them.” He mumbled, turning the car down the familiar road, where your shared house appeared slowly to your eyes.
“Henry…”
“No, they don’t get to do that. I’d much rather choose you and be happy than stay in my family’s house and be utterly unhappy.” He said with a small smile. The car stopped moving and you glanced to your front door, the soft sway of lavender and roses around the walkway calming you.
“I never wanted you to choose, you know.” He kissed you deeply.
“It’s never been a choice.” As you stepped inside the house and toed your shoes off – not before Kal had practically tackled you – Henry held you tightly, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Hmm, you know…” He kissed you. “There’s something very attractive about you when you become all assertive.” He kissed you again, deepening the kiss – there was something both desperate and dominant, that lingered just under the surface of the kiss. You felt warm.
“Oh, yeah?” you mumbled against his lips, his fingers running up under the hem of your dress.
“Definitely…” When your back hit the bed, his deep voice whispering the things he’d do to you, you weren’t worried anymore.
The worry could be handled later.
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need to post on here more to not risk tumblr banishing me to the shadows ermm so here's this!!
i actually have a lot of reasoning behind a lot of these ships and why i prefer/dont prefer them etc. that'll be under the read more tab if u care!! im definitely looking into it too deep but thats the over-analyzing autistic in me, beware of rambling!
ok so first tackling the ships with the disassembly drones x worker drones. mainly because i do not wish to be harassed by unzi shippers who are pissed i dont like their ship
i personally see the disassembly drones as being in their 20s, given they were at the mansion for a couple of years most likely and then sent to copper-9 for ~20 years ongoing.
i see all three as being 23-25!! J being the oldest and either V or N being the youngest, leaning V but idk havent made up my mind on my interpretation
i see the worker drones in school (uzi, thad, doll, lizzy, rebecca, etc.) as being 16-20, not counting only the cast listed. i see uzi as being 16-17 (no. not because shes short, she just gives off that impression to me given she calls herself a teen pretty clearly), thad and lizzy as being 17-19, doll as being 18, and rebecca as being 19.
because of this age gap between the drones, i personally do not feel comfortable shipping HEAVILY implied older adults (aka. not 18-21 year olds) with drones that are 6-8 years younger than them.
now, for why i hate unzi in comparison to simply disliking nthad and vizzy, its because i tend to hate popular ships if they rub me the wrong way like unzi does. i see n and uzi as platonic (best) friends
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now for the ships between disassembly drones, i headcanon n as being aroace!! partially stolen from someone on tiktok who headcanons n as forcing himself to love v because he convinced himself he needs a crush.
im not apposed to envy (NxV) though!! given its implied it may become canon, im open to it, and if their dynamic was healthier, i'd like it more probably. im pretty against NxJ though because... obvious reasons. would be a terrible relationship, and another reason,
i headcanon J as sapphic (wlw)!! i also think J and V would have a cute dynamic, which is why they're an OTP. i also think it'd be funny if they kissed and N went "oh shit how did i not know my co-workers were gay???" even though he'd be heartbroken, poor lil guy
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worker drone ships!! i've liked dizzy (dollxlizzy) since the pilot and its grown on me more since then too seeing more of their dynamic, so obvious otp. i hate lizzyxthad because i headcanon them as being siblings.
im neutral to uzixdoll because although while it would be a POTENTIALLY interesting ship, if it turns out uzi and doll are related, that would be erm.. REALLY WEIRD. so currently i am indifferent to it
i like the idea of uzixlizzy because i think popular kid x social outcast is a fun dynamic!! not my fav tho lolz., i also like uzixthad not only because its likely to become canon, but also because they've had cute interactions and would probably be a healthy relationship ^_^
and thennn im neutral/like a little lizzyxrebecca, they havent had many interactions so thats why im neutral to it.
again based off interactions, i like how khan and uzi's teacher interacted, their banter was funny in episode 2, more of a crackship than anything for me though!!
and norixkhan is neutral because despite it being canon, im indifferent since we havent seen their relationship
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ramble over RAAGH!! feel free 2 share ur shipping opinions to this post, ill read it, i prefer if unzi shippers stay away though because i do Not like the ship, and ive run into a LOT of strange unzi shippers. ty!!
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Fic: Misty, chapter x (the end)
chapter i | chapter ii | chapter iii | chapter iv | chapter v | chapter vi | chapter vii | chapter viii | chapter ix | chapter x
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Rating: Explicit (whole thing)
Fandom: Prospect
Pairing: Snowman!Ezra x f!reader (monsterfucker au)
Tags: it’s basically monster fucking but with a snowman which could technically be classified as a monster i guess?, gothic horror kind of, sorrow, dementia, anxiety, dog murder, masturbation, Frankie thirst, pet murder, racism mention, huge age gap, implied possible sexual abuse of minor, spookiness, PiV sex with an actual snowman, possible hallucinations, hypothermia, Frankie yearning, the spookiness continues, More dog murder and implied sexual abuse of a minor, implied illegal abortion, adulterous kissing, lots of crying.
Chapter warnings in addition to the above mentioned: Character death.
Summary: Escaping your empty apartment after having been dumped by your fiancé, you rent a cottage at Oakgrove House over Christmas to nurse your wounds. But strange things seem to happen at the estate, where an old woman wanders around in search of old friends long gone, and snowmen appear as if by themselves on the lawn…
Chapter word count: 1,985
A/N: You know what the problem is when you start a fic, write on it for a couple of weeks, then leave it be for the next eleven months or so? You forget the original idea. (Unless of course you were smart enough to write down the entire synopsis, which of course I wasn't.) This is a very different fic from what I wanted to write during Christmas of '21. But sometimes change is good, I guess. Thank you, readers! The epilogue is for you.
Tagging: @harriedandharassed @paulalikestuff @pazizz @lovesbiggerthanpride
You wake up on the couch with no idea how you made it there. Curled up against the cushiony seat and with a blanket thrown over your naked form, you slowly blink your eyes open. The first thing that you notice is that there is sunlight rippling in through the window. You have not seen the sun in weeks, it seems. But there it is: a faint, end of December sunlight that tells you that it is late in the morning, and you need to move on. The official check-out time is noon, but Denise had told you when you spoke to her over the phone that one hour here or there does not matter. You have to clean up, however.
Stretching out carefully, you notice the light scratch of the wool blanket on your skin. You're naked, but warm and comfortable. There is a soft beat in your pelvis, like little tremors lingering after an earthquake. You recognize it as the aftermath of an orgasm but have never experienced it so long after the actual event.
Last night comes back to you and brings a smile to your lips. You have no fear, no disgust, no confusion. Everything seems crystal clear, and you feel amazing, filled with new energy and hope. You get up and take a shower, enjoying every single drop of water washing away anxiety and dust. You take the showerhead in one hand and direct it between your legs as you brace yourself against the wall with your other hand, head thrown back with a low moan as you give yourself the quickest orgasm you've ever had. Positively glowing, you dry yourself off and look at yourself in the mirror. Your face does not seem to match up with your mood: you have dark bags under your eyes, your skin is pale, almost ashen, and the lines you have seem deeper. Not letting that affect you, you get dressed and start to clean up the place. You do it humming, and on light feet, as if a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders.
The photographs and the letter are put back in the attic, right where you found them. They are not yours to keep. You make sure the bookcase looks untouched, the postcards back in their hiding places. As you sweep the floors, you have time to think about what happened last night, the revelations that had been shared with you.
Ezra was not innocent, despite his willingness to help Olga. He knew about her feelings, her age, and he exploited her. He could have helped her get the abortion without asking for anything in return. He manipulated her into killing her dog just to see if she would do it. You know this. You have had him inside of you and you know his mind, for it has been inside yours. He was untamed and complicated, the blurry grayness between the boring absolutes of black and white.
Maybe the killing of Snowflake prepared Olga for what she might have to do one day. Maybe it was Ezra's way of helping her beyond what he himself was willing or able to do. For reasons unknown, he never intended to take her with him, you know that now. Maybe he gave her the next best thing: a capacity for death.
Fifteen minutes past twelve, you put your bag into the trunk of your car and brush the snow off the vehicle before walking up to the main house to leave the key. The sunlight has diminished slightly by now and clouds are gathering again, but that does not affect your mood. You're excited to return home, get rid of the apartment and move into a new one, one that's not sullied by the memory of your treacherous ex. The rat, with its sharp teeth and claws red of your blood, is gone from inside your ribcage, and you are going to leave it behind, run over it when you drive away from Oakgrove.
Denise answers the door and you can immediately see that she has been crying.
"Oh, right, you're leaving," she says, as if she had completely forgotten about you. Accepting the key, she takes a deep breath.
"Mom died last night."
Your mouth falls open. "Oh. Oh... I'm sorry. That's... but she was out only yesterday?"
"Yes, know," Denise acknowledges. "We had dinner and then she went upstairs for a lie-down. Later when I went to check on her, she had passed away. In her sleep, apparently. The ambulance was here around nine, you didn't notice?"
You strain to remember what time it had been when you had seen Olga and Ezra last night, but you have no idea. Did you catch a glimpse of the clock when you used your phone as a flashlight in the attic? Not that you can remember.
Your face must have betrayed something, because Denise tilts her head.
"Are you okay?"
It is ridiculous that she, who just lost her mother, should ask that of you, so you hurry to nod.
"Yes, I'm just... she seemed well enough yesterday. I'm so sorry."
"I feel bad for thinking it," Denise confesses with a grimace, "but it feels like it's better this way. She never had to end up in an institution. If her dementia had progressed, she would have become too much for me. She could die in her own bed, in her home."
A sad little smile plays on her lips. "She never left home, you know. Grew up here, never went anywhere, not even vacation. She always wanted to stay close to home."
You swallow, casting down your eyes.
"Did she have siblings? Maybe someone who's still alive?"
Denise shakes her head. "She had a brother, but he died young. Some kind of accident, she never spoke about it."
Your bright mood darkens and your stomach twists. Olga's daughter does not know what you know. It seems unfair, but how could you ever tell her? How could she ever believe you?
Expressing your condolences once again, and thanking Denise for the rent of the cottage, you finally turn around and walk to your car. Thoughts spin around your head and you try to lay them to rest with Olga. There is nothing more you can do but return home and live in the knowledge that half a century ago, something horrible happened here and this Christmas, you found out what that was through a series of inexplicable events.
If anything of is it true, that is. You have the words of an old woman with memory disease, and the gestures of a ghost. A fucking ghost, who possessed a snowman that you can find no traces of. A snowman that had sex with you.
Your good mood is gone and instead, you feel light-headed. The sun is obscured by dark clouds, and a couple of snowflakes come dancing down. Before you've reached your car, it's coming down as thickly as it did a few days ago, when you arrived. Before you get into the car, you look around you, maybe expecting the snowman to still stand on silent guard somewhere. But there is nothing but snow covering a front garden. The windows of the picturesque little cottage are dark. You glance up at the attic window, maybe expecting to see something up there. What, you don't know.
Eventually, you brush the snow off of your coat, and get into the car. Adjusting yourself on the seat, you frown when your coat gets stuck uncomfortably under you. Lifting your ass, you reach underneath you to smooth the fabric out, and your hand touches something hard.
It's a leatherbound diary. When you open it, you see Olga's name written on the first page, along with the letters, photographs, and cards that you found. The date of the first entry is the first of May 1952.
You look around you, check the mirrors, but of course you see no one. Putting the diary on the seat next to you, you start the car and back out of the driveway. You’ll read it when you come home. Maybe.
When you reach the junction where the road divides into a smaller section that leads to the lake, and the main one continues away from the house, a small, white dog runs right in front of your car. You step on the breaks with a startled shout, and the car comes to an abrupt stop. You weren't going fast, thankfully, but your heart is beating as you put the car in park and unbuckle your seatbelt to go out and have a look. Before you have opened the door, however, you see the animal by the roadside. It's a rabbit in its white winter coat. Its black eyes glare accusatorily at you before it hops off. You stare after it as your heart slows down, and for a moment you half expect to hear Olga's haunting cry for her pet.
But there is only silence, save for the whir of the heater. When your legs have stopped shaking, you release the handbrake and gently press down on the gas pedal. For the last half mile before the county road, you drive slowly through the falling snow, checking the sides of the road but seeing nothing more. When you reach the end of the private road and hit the turn signal, you're met by a pickup truck that slows down enough for you to catch Frankie nod at you through the window. Before you can nod back, he's away towards the house.
Speeding on the county road, Ezra's smirk haunts your rear-view mirror. You put on the radio and block him out, focusing instead on what lies ahead.
I can't find him
Misty...
Oh, please, can you help me?
He must be somewhere
Open window closing
Oh but wait, it's still snowing
If you're out there
I'm coming out on the ledge
I'm going out on the ledge
Kate Bush: Misty
epilogue
Winter has turned into spring when you're packing up the last boxes in your old apartment, the one that you shared with your ex. In your pocket burns the keys to your new place, your very own place, where your own bed, a brand new one, waits to embrace you.
There is a knock on the door, and you almost skip to the door, expecting your friend to come and help you carry your belongings. But it's not her, but Frankie, the gardener from Oakgrove House.
"Hi," he smiles bashfully, clearly awkward with the situation, yet there is a hopeful glint in his eye.
"What... what are you..."
"I know. It's bad, isn't it?" He pulls the baseball cap off his head and scratches his hair.
"How did you find me?"
"I asked Denise. Said I found something in the garden when the snow melted, something that belongs to you."
"Did you?"
"No."
"What do you want, Frankie?" You are now alarmingly aware of how inappropriate this is, and Frankie seems to be thinking the same.
"I wanted to see you."
"Here I am," you state dumbly. He chuckles low, but his eyes have a dark intensity to them as he looks at you.
"Here you are."
"And where is your wife and kid?" you ask harshly. Frankie casts down his eyes and clears his throat.
"At home. I mean... at her home. She filed for divorce between Christmas and New Year."
You want to say you're sorry, but that would be a lie. Frankie shakes his head.
"It was stupid of me to come here. I'm sorry."
He turns around abruptly and starts to walk away. You take a step out.
"Frankie?"
He stops and turns around. "Yes?"
"You good at carrying boxes?"
His smile is a little lopsided, but warm.
"I get by."
You wave at him to follow you, then return inside.
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Human or Ghoul/ette idm but if i had to choose id say Ghoul/ette
I'm transmasc afab (0% surgery/no Testosterone) 20 (turning 21).
My hair is in a loose, fluffy deep brown mullet that reaches the hunch on my neck (my hair looks black unless under sunlight) and my eyes are a desaturated dusty light blue, my pupils are extra dilated 24/7. My eyelashes are naturally long.
My skin is very pale, I have freckles all over my body but mainly on my shoulders, stomach, thighs, and hands and weirdly, my left cheek.
My breasts are sibe B to big B or small C, they are perky and my nipple poke out alot. My pussy is bushy.
My body type is more of a square than anything else, my stomach is chubby and my body is very thick.
Im a virgin: tho im very hypersexual and kinky.
I have a huge thing for rope, somnophilia, monsters, age gaps, just really really tabboo kinks.
This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ended on July 15th.
Your match is Father Jim DeFroque
Trigger Warnings: Dub-con and implied drug usage
You want taboo? What's more taboo than this motherfucker?
Absolutely the type to tie you up back at his penthouse, go to church and then come back to fuck you.
Or to keep going when you're already asleep. He's chasing his own pleasure most of the time tbh.
He's like in his 40s and you're in your early twenties, you both like the age gap.
It's good that you're hypersexual bc this bitch will use it, whether he gets involved or just watches you
He finds your dialeted pupils interesting, and tests their reactions to many drugs.
He loves those perky breats of yours, if you walk past with no bra on under your t-shirt, it will absolutly turn him on.
It's enough for him to decide you are staying. If you protest he'll just have to slip something into your tea to make sure you never leave again.
He adores that he gets to take your virginity. The man has a corruption kink.
He takes his time about it, teases you, makes sure you are ready and want to willlingly give it to him. (Or at least believe that is what you want.) The he'll finally take it from you.
He'll turn you into his pet, there for him and his pleasure whenever he needs.
He'll ask you to join in threesomes with him, he'll often tie you up during these.
His driving is quite franky terrifying, it's a good thing you are too busy concentrating on sucking him off instead.
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Written by Jez and Nyx
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drarreckyninja’s top 50 ships of Nov 2022 [28. Skiju]; [27. Hilson]; [26. Clawdget]; [25. Clex]; [24. Caryl]; [23. Macdoc]
Skipper x Julien [The Penguins of Madagascar]
Greg House x James Wilson [House, M.D.]
Dr. Claw x Inspector Gadget [Inspector Gadget]
Clark Kent x Lex Luthor [Smallville]
Carol Peletier x Daryl Dixon [The Walking Dead]
Angus MacGyver x Murdoc [MacGyver (2016)]
EAD: According to a tweet by Bob Schooley, Skipper is 35. If one is to believe the AHKJ wiki and add years to the POM series, Julien would be 37. There's a 2-year age difference.
It’s been mentioned several times that there is a 9-year age gap between them.
Officially, Claw is ten years older, but Gadget is half-cyborg, so he stopped aging quite a while ago. Technically speaking, John is only a year younger than Sanford.
Clark is a year older than his friends but started school at the same time as them (due to landing on earth as a toddler in October). Since the series begins with them starting high school, Clark is most likely 15. Lex is shown being 9 when the meteors hit, so he's 21 when the series begins (2001). That makes a 6-year difference.
TWD has been going for 11 years (and close to 14 years in-universe), so in season one Carol is likely to have been about 45 years old. At the same time, Daryl is implied to be 41. There's a 4-year difference.
Helman took an 18y Dennis under his wing in 1995, whereas Mac’s file shows that he’s born in 1990. 18-5= 13. Dennis was 13 when Mac was born, so 13 years between them.
Incorrect Quotes:
Skipper: Isn’t a bit dangerous?
Julien: Skipper, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.
Skipper: ...
Julien: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.
Skipper: ...
Julien: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.
Wilson, confused and exasperated: House, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?
House: Buy him a drink first.
Claw: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers.
Gadget: That sounds like a challenge.
Claw: I have to stress, that is not a challenge.
Gadget: ...Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted!
Claw: There is no challenge!
Clark: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!
Lex: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.
Carol: So I have made the decision to trust you.
Daryl: A horrible decision, really.
Murdoc: I'm tired.
Mac: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?!
Murdoc: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.
Subship(s): Koju [Kowalski x Julien]; Riju [Rico x Julien]; Thamber [Thirteen x Amber]; Pois [Pete x Lois]; Richonne [Rick x Michonne]; Michandrea [Michonne x Andrea]; Aaric [Aaron x Eric]; Gleggie [Glenn x Maggie]; Carphia [Carl x Sophia]; Rositara [Rosita x Tara]
Notes: Julien is usually written as a trans male due to Madagascar having a Queen, not a King. House and Wilson have had something stronger than a friendship since House bailed Wilson out of jail for literally no reason aside from curiosity. Claw and Gadget have an interesting relationship as far as enemies go. Clark and Lex literally met after a near-death experience and the kiss of life, so... Carol and Daryl have been through so much together. Murdoc is very obsessed with Mac.
#top 50 ships#my ships#countdown#nov 2022#belated#incorrect quotes#how the hell did it get so late#the penguins of madagascar#house md#inspector gadget#smallville#the walking dead#macgyver 2016#skipper x julien#house x wilson#claw x gadget#clark x lex#carol x daryl#mac x murdoc#skiju#hilson#clawdget#clex#caryl#macdoc
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