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Couldn’t resist a bad boy - EXPLICIT

Summary: you're an English major... so is the bad boy of the school, Colby Brock. What happens when the professor pairs you for an assignment after a heated discussion between the two of you during the lecture. (Heavily inspired by the after books)

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, filth, oral, eating out, sucking, passionate but turned kinda rough sex, lots of fluff.

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"Okay!" The professor shouted loudly to calm the class, ready for the lecture. Everyone quickly quietened down, giving the professor their full attention. You pulled out your iPad as you set it up on the table in front of you. "So... I like to presume you all did the reading." The professor said as the major of the class nodded their heads, including you. "Good." The professor stood for a moment looking out at the class. "So... did Anna Todd make you feel all of those feelings?" He said whilst lightly tapping his stomach and a smirk across his face.

The class giggled when suddenly the large double doors at the back opened, causing half the class to turn and look. But you didn't, you knew exactly who was late, and disrupting the class, as per usual.

"Ahh, Mr Brock... how nice of you to join us!" The professor said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes, for some reason, just because bad boy Colby Brock is a genius when it comes to writing, he gets away with just about everything. And you couldn't stand it. The complete disregard for everyone else who actually needed to listen and learn, made your blood boil at the thought of him.

"I wouldn't miss my favourite class with my favourite professor now, would I?" Colby said confidently as he bounced down the steps and found a seat.

The professor laughed as he waved his hand, basically letting Colby off Scott free once again. "Anyway... the complex and hurt character, Hardin Scott, living such a torturous life." The professor said as you couldn't help but scoff slightly at his comment. He stopped, looking in your direction, "do you disagree, miss y/l/n?"

You looked up at the professor, you tend to keep your opinions in the class usually, so getting called on was something you were not used to. You sat up straighter, clearing your throat before you spoke, "look, I get Hardin didn't have it easy growing up after what happened to his mom..." you sighed, "but come on. He was constantly ruining something good with a girl he supposedly loved, because of what? Each time, he was just being a dick and needed to get a grip!" You said with a chuckle as there class sat silently listening to your point.

Suddenly there was a chuckle coming from across the lecture hall, "seriously?"

You turned your head to see Colby looking down at the book sat on his desk with a smirk on his face. Your frustration instantly building.

The professor looked at Colby with a smile, knowing that this was the start of a passionate debate, "and what do you think, Mr Brock?" He said as he leaned against his podium.

Colby rolled his eyes before sitting up, looking directly at you. His eye contact, even from so far away made you nervous, you were always invisible until this moment. "I personally think that Tessa was the problem..." Colby said with a smirk, knowing he was going to wind you up, "let's be honest. She just couldn't handle that when it came to Hardin, not everything was about her!"

You couldn't believe what he was saying as your mouth fell wide open, he did what he wanted, he was getting under your skin, "not everything was about her? Hello... did you read the books? The whole thing is about Hardin being better... for her. Everything is about her to him, and she knew that, but that didn't excuse Hardin being a whiny little bitch, crying over his OWN actions!"

Colby scoffed, he couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle as he raised his eyebrows, "no... Tessa, was just sad that she used to be little miss invisible nerd, but she couldn't resist the charm of a bad boy." He said with a smirk.

The look on his face made you even more angry as you glared at him, "Hardin was lucky to have Tessa who kept giving him chance after chance, when if it were me, I wouldn't let him come within 2 feet of me if he wanted to keep his balls." You said as you were clearly projecting your feelings on something or should you say someone else.

Colby was taken back for a moment by your comment as his smirk grew wider, "well then, I guess Hardin was a lucky man." He smiled wider at you, knowing that he really got under your skin.

Just as you were about to speak, the professor cut in, "Now this is the result of a good book!" He said excitedly, "and is a pretty nice Segway into this weeks assignment..." your head quickly snapped to the professor, "you're going to work in pairs to write an in-depth summary, of why each of the characters were the their own enemy during the book." You closed your eyes tightly because you just knew that he was going to-... "y/n and Colby. You guys can finish this debate in your assignment." He said with a smirk. You gave the professor a look as Colby looked over at you, the biggest smile appearing on his face, "have fun." The professor said with a slightly patronising smile.

The rest of the lecture went down smoothly, but all you could think about was wandering how were you supposed to write an essay, with a man who you can't stand to be around. The professor allocated the rest of their pairs just in time for the bell to go.

You wasted no time, as you sighed picking up your bag, refusing to even pack your things away. You grabbed your iPad and notebook quickly heading through the crowd of people, straight out the door. You hadn't noticed an excited Colby trying to keep up with you. You stepped into the hall as the first girl waiting near the door spoke as you passed, "good luck trying to get work done with him around." She winked. You just gave her a look before shaking your head and continuing on your walk.

"Yo! Wait up!" Colby called as he tried to make his way through the corridor filled with students. You just rolled your eyes, refusing to even turn back, your focus glued to the glass doors just up ahead.

Suddenly, Colby appeared next to you as he caught his breath matching your quick walking speed, "well how lucky am I to get a partner who power walks through corridors!" Colby said sarcastically with a laugh.

"How lucky am I to have to put a lot of work into an essay that you will look at the morning it's due, write your part and get just as much credit as me." You said, annoyance in your voice.

Colby couldn't help but chuckle, "woah, you can't hate on me for being good at what I do!" He said as he ran ahead of you opening up the glass doors as you froze to look at him, "after you, princess." He said with a smirk.

You looked at Colby with a face filled with disgust, "ew. No." You said rolling your eyes again as you walked past him. Colby smirked watching as you walked ahead again. He quickly hurried up to you.

"So... your place or mine?" He asked, and you could hear the smile on his face.

"Um. How about, you go home, work on your side of the essay, and I shall go home and work on mine." You said sternly, you had quite had enough of him already.

Colby looked at you confused, he didn't understand why you were being so cold with him as everyone, especially girls, loved working with him, "well... how is it going to be joint effort if we don't work together? You say that I'm going to get credit I don't deserve." Colby said slightly snark in his voice but his face still plastered with a smile.

You continued walking, refusing to look at him as he spoke, "nope. It's not going to work on me."

Colby quickly stepped in front of you, his hands out stopping you in your tracks as you looked at him annoyed, "woah hang on!" You sighed, "I don't even know what you're trying to insinuate but I can assure you, I will do my part, I just work better on pathetic essays with other people." He said looking down at you with a smirk toying with his lips.

"It may be pathetic to you, but I actually need to work hard because I don't get special treatment like you." You said your face straighter than ever.

Colby laughed, "oh so I get special treatment now do I?" He thought for a moment looking down at you, "fine. But when you actually want to take the work seriously and not be actually like... hmmm.. I dunno, Tessa." You glared at him considering what his opinion of Tessa entailed, "then, you know where to find me."

You huffed before stepping closer to him, "right okay. How about you call me when you're ready to actually take it seriously."

Colby licked across his teeth before he spoke, "sweetheart... what about me makes you think I'm not serious?"

You thought for a moment before finally speaking, "tell you what. Meet me in the coffee shop at 3pm. And let's see just how serious you are, IF you show up on time," you said snidely as you began to walk around him.

Colby stood for a moment before slowly turning around to walk you walk away, he quickly shouted, "ohh I'll be there, princess!" You rolled your eyes again, "3pm sharp!"

As you walked away, you felt a small uncontrollable smile creep on your face, the sound of his voice calling you princess. You quickly shook the feeling, as you thought to yourself, 'Colby Brock? Absolutely not y/n."

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Colby suddenly leaned forward, his hand reaching up touching your face, "well then princess... are we working?... or not?" He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes, your heart pounding at the feel of his fingers graze across your cheek.

"You tell me..." you bit your lip as a smirk grew on Colby's face.

Colby slowly leaned in, his breath against your face getting warmer as he approached. Suddenly he connected your lips, your body melting into the kiss as he grabbed both sides of your face. The kisses was instantly deep as passionate, he quickly moved his lips to your neck as his hand cupped your sex, your body grinding against him as you both moaned. Colby spoke his voice mumbled against your skin, "baby... your phone."

You moaned louder, your breath short, "what?" You whispered as you through your head back.

Suddenly Colby pulled off you quickly, "your phone, y/n!"

Your body jolted awake as your eyes opened in your dorm room. Alone, your head against the desk, your cheek stuck to your notebook by the drool that made its way from your mouth. You sat up quickly as your phone dinged. You looked around for a moment, and felt it. The knot in your stomach, the slight sadness the dream was over, and the immense amount of confusion as to why you were dreaming about him, never mind in that way. You wiped the drool from your cheek as you picked up your phone. You had 3 new messages from an unknown number.

14:52 - well then, look who's here early! I'll be ready when you are 😉

15:05 - well well well... look who's unpunctual now

15:17 - I've never been stood up before, never mind for a study date. But I'm still here if you decide to take this 'seriously' 😏😂

You quickly looked at the time, "fuck!" You shouted as you read 15:20. You quickly grabbed your things as you began to text back, I'm so sorry I- you suddenly stopped, deleting the message deciding that you would rather come up with an excuse, something smart when you get there.

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As you walked into the coffee shop, Colby eyes instantly looked up from his laptop as he sat, a coffee in hand and a smile slowly appearing on his face. You took a deep breath as you walked over. "Well, nice of you to show up." He said snickering.

"I just wanted to see just how seriously you were going to take this," you said back instantly, covering up your real reason for being late.

Colby leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee. He suddenly pointed to a cup that sat on the other side of the table, "I got you a drink, but... it's probably cold now." He said back, he was also starting to get slightly annoyed at the snarky comments you keep making.

You couldn't help but actually feel bad, that you were late, considering the hard time you gave him on it, and also that he bought you a coffee and you weren't here to accept it. You slowly put your bag on the table, "thank you." You said softly.

Colby was taken back by your sudden change of tone, he couldn't help but feel your guilt. Suddenly, a smile grew back on his face, "well are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to sit and take this seriously."

You sighed rolling your eyes as you pulled out your chair. But as hard as you tried, you couldn't fight the smile forming on your face. "So tell me, what have you been doing whilst you've been waiting here patiently for me?" You asked as your teasing attitude returned, "wait let me rephrase that... how many girls numbers did you get, instead of working?" You said with a smirk.

Colby bit his lip as he glanced at his laptop and then back to you, "you want the truth?" He said with a smirk. You gave him a look as he chuckled before leaning his elbows onto the table, "well... I got 3 numbers." He bit his lip lifting his eyebrows. You began to lean down trying to hind your eye roll for once, as you reached into your bag to grab your iPad. Suddenly he continued, "but... I also wrote 3 and half thousand words on why Tessa was the problem." You stopped for a moment before slowly sitting back up.

"Well, I'm glad you could write so passionately about a loyal woman being the problem." You said sarcastically.

Colby scoffed, "are you trying to claim that I'm not loyal." He said dramatically.

"I didn't say that Colbs." You smirked as his stomach fluttered with you calling him Colbs. "But if you took offence to that..." you said, your smile widening as Colby cut you off.

"Look," he said a lot more seriously and softly as he leaned forward once again, "maybe you should stop having these opinions of me, when you don't even know me."

You paused for a moment, his words hitting you like a truck. He was right, you were basing your opinions on his from what people have said or by his lack of punctuality. But I guess he did debunk that myth by showing up early for their study session. You watched as he glanced back at his laptop, you could see his face dropping as his thoughts ran around his head and how badly he was trying to distract himself now in his work. You felt guilty, once again. Maybe you were giving him a hard time when you had no proof he was even worthy of being treated so cold.

"I'm sorry I was late." You said softly, as you looked down setting up your iPad. Colby's eyes snapped back to you in shock at your tone. "The truth is... I..." you looked up to meet his gaze and you could see how badly he was trying to hide a smirk, "I fell asleep." You said bluntly with a smile turning up the corners of your lips.

Colby sarcastically dropped his mouth wide open and did a fake gasp, "oh how irresponsible of you, princess." He said teasingly.

You gave him a look, as he was one to talk considering he interrupted the class every lecture by being late. Colby noticed this look and started to put two and two together, "I have therapy on Tuesday and Thursday mornings which is why I'm always late to the English lectures." He said honestly as you listened to him intently, "that's also why I don't get in trouble for it, because the professor knows."

You couldn't help but feel even more terrible in this moment because of they you've been treating him. You thought he was just this disrespectful bad boy, but really, you didn't know him at all. Colby could see the huge change in your demeanour as your shoulders relaxed slightly and he could tell you were feeling bad about how you were with him so far. He spoke quickly as he leaned forward, "so tell me y/n..." the way his blue eyes looked deep into yours made your heart flutter out of nervousness, "why do you think bad boys are the problem?"

You spoke before you thought, "I don't- I don't think you're a probl-" Colby suddenly started to laugh, as you stopped looking at him confused.

"I meant in the book." Colby said with a smirk as your stomach did a somersault. You exhaled sharply as you shook your head, unable to hide the smile growing on your face. "Come on princess, let's finish that debate shall we?"

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It had been a few hours since you and Colby went your separate ways, you back to your dorm room to work on the assignment and Colby to a family dinner. You sat on your bed, your iPad resting on your knees as you typed away. Picking up your wine glass and sipping every few minutes. Your favourite music on in the background. This was the ideal Friday for you. Finishing up assignments, peace and quiet. You were never much of a party girl, you cared more about your degree than anything. Each time you did go to a party, you always managed to end up falling behind in work, so if you want to be in publishing, you had to sacrifice it for the sake of your studies. It was almost 10pm when your phone suddenly dinged. As you picked it up, you couldn't help but smile as you read the text from Colby.

21:56 - guess where I am right now? 😏

You rolled your eyes, believing you knew exactly where he was. You quickly typed back:

21:58 - oh I don't know... some trashy frat party maybe? OR... some sweet innocent girls dorm room?

You went to lock your phone but watched as the typing bubbles instantly appeared, you grabbed your wine, looking at the screen as Colby's message suddenly revealed itself.

21:59 - well, I'm not in your dorm room😉

Before you could type out a snarky reply another text came through.

22:00 - I'm actually at home working on our essay. But...

You were shocked to say the least, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up but you couldn't tell if it was some kind of blushing or the wine. As you were trying to figure it out your phone pinged again.

22:02 - I'm really struggling... I told you, I don't work well on essays alone🥺

You wanted to invite him over, but after that dream you had earlier, you couldn't tell if it was because of the work, or once again because of the wine... but before you could text back your phone began to ring as Colby's name flashed on the screen. You took a deep breath as you hit the green answer button, "hello?" You said softly.

"What are you doing right now?" Colby's voice bounced through the speaker into your ear.

You chuckled as you stood up out of the bed, "I'm just about to get ready for a party actually..." you lied.

"Liar." Colby said quickly with a laugh. You could hear a car door opening and closing in the background of the call, his keys gangling around. "I bet you're in your dorm, working on our essay. Drinking hot chocolate and listening to opera music" You could hear the smirk on his face.

Your mouth fell wide open, who did he think you were? Hot chocolate and opera music?, "I'll have you know, I'm doing our essay drinking wine and listening to y/f/a."

"Ooo now that is music to my ears!" Colby said excited as you heard his car turn on, "I'll be there in 20."

"Uh, what do you mean?" You said quickly and extremely confused.

"Get a glass ready for me." Colby said with a smile on his face. His voice echoed down his ear canal.

"Colby... how do you know where I live?"

"See you soon!" Colby said over you.

"How do you know where i-" as you spoke the line went dead. You stood frozen for a moment. Trying to process that Colby was going to be in your dorm room in 20 minutes, and not banging some popular bitch at a frat party.

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The next 20 minutes were torture for you, as your mind couldn't believe that he was coming there and not only that. That dream you had. Oh man, that dream was something else. You felt your heart beating at the thought of it. Especially after hearing him out earlier, your opinion of Colby was definitely changing.

It was almost 10:30pm and still no sign of him. You found yourself both worried about him and also annoyed, thinking he'd just said he was coming to you to wind you up. But before you could even decide there was a knock on your door. You stood up slowly, fixing yourself before opening it up, you found Colby, stood holding 2 huge bags of Taco Bell, "the line at Taco Bell was longer than I expected." He said with a smile and he seemed slightly out of breath, like he actually ran from his car and across the campus up to your room.

You looked at him your eyes squinting slightly, "that's a lot of Taco Bell." You said as a smirk grew on your face.

"Well, I didn't know what you'd order, so I just practically got one of everything," Colby said as he smiled, still standing at the door.

You couldn't believe he would do that, it was already kind enough to get you Taco Bell, but getting everything in the hope he'd picked your favourite... you felt your heart beating louder as you opened the door wider and began to walk back into your room, "is this how you woo all your conquests?" You said with a chuckle as you began to pour him a glass of wine.

"Conquests?... who's objectifying women now?" Colby said with a smirk as he placed the bags down and began taking off his jacket.

You rolled your eyes with a smile turning to face him, holding out his glass of wine as you clung to your topped up one. Colby looked at you, deep into your eyes as he slowly lifted up taking it from your hand, "thank you." He said with a smile, and you'd by lying if you said it weren't making your stomach flip and your heat drip. You wanted to speak but your body wouldn't let you as you just smiled before looking away nervously, your cheeks flushing red from the way he looked at you.

"So," Colby said as he sat down on your bed, looking at you like no one had ever looked at you before. "Let me see what you did for our essay."

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A couple of hours had passed as it had just turned midnight, you and Colby had been drinking wine, eating Taco Bell and discuss the assignment. As well as laughing and actually really getting to know each other. You couldn't have been more wrong about Colby, he had amazing morals and you couldn't help but smile as he spoke about his family and his best friend Sam. Seeing how much they meant to him and how fondly he spoke of their relationships.

"One thing I will agree with you, is that Hardin did push Tessa away, even though she was being incredibly patient with him..." Colby said reluctantly as you raised your eyebrows at him wide. "But you cannot tell anybody I said that!" Colby said pointing in your face as you both giggled from the alcohol.

You fake pouted as you couldn't help it laugh, "okay fine! But... I will also agree with you that Tessa..." you began to stand up as you walked over to your desk, refilling your glass once again, Colby sat up watching as your walked, the way your hips moved had his breath catching in his throat, "couldn't resist Hardin." Colby began to smile as you interrupted his thoughts, "but that's only because Hardin made her feel things she's never felt before." You say with a slight sigh.

Colby looked at the back of you as you slowly put the lid back on the wine bottle that was now empty. You turned around leaning against your desk looking at Colby as you continued, "you know, she spent her whole life trying to perfect, for people other than herself, and then she met Hardin who, made her do what she wanted to do and, to top it all off, he could make her cum," you said with a giggle as Colby looked at you wide eyed. "And that's pretty rare to find." You said with a sigh.

Colby looked at you confused, "what do you mean?"

You chuckled as you sipped your wine, "you know, a man who actually cares whether you enjoy sex or not. Most men just do whatever they need to do to get off and then they literally get off." You said as you laughed looking at the ground.

Colby thought for a moment before noticing the look on your face, even as you looked at the floor as he slowly sat up, "hang on a minute y/n. Are you telling me right now, that you have never had a man make you cum?" He looked at you intently, in disbelief.

You looked up feeling your cheeks flush as Colby waited for your answer, you panicked, "what... no it's.. I just- okay fine. No. A man has never made me cum! Men are just too selfish in the bedroom and apparently all the men that I, you know... yeah." You said awkwardly. It was crazy how close you both had became already. You did genuinely feel like you could tell him anything.

"Wait..." Colby moved to the end of the bed, looking up at your, the corners of his mouth toying a smile, "you're telling me, you've came on a dick, or a tongue?" He couldn't hold his smile back anymore.

You let out a slight nervous giggle as you spoke, "you know I don't really get the hype with getting eaten out." You say honestly. "I don't think it feels that good." You said shrugging your shoulders.

This was the last straw for Colby as he quickly jumped to his feet, "woah, hang on! Firstly, you clearly have never been a with a real man," he said with a chuckle, "and secondly, I can't believe that you, have never had actually good sex."

You were taken back by the way he said you, "wait, what do you mean? Me?"

Colby stopped for a moment, looking at you intensely, his eyes wandering all over your body. "I mean, I haven't been able to stop thinking about how badly I want to be between your legs." You froze as he spoke, your thoughts all over the place, "I honestly thought you had a boyfriend because... I mean look at you. You're perfect."

You felt yourself blushing and didn't know how to handle the compliments, but as you tried to brush off his words, he continued, "you are beautiful. You are so smart, and you... well, you have had me going crazy all year."

You looked at him confused as you scoffed, "please, if that were true, I wouldn't have been invisible all year." You say with a smile even though you truly believed what you said.

Colby stood closer to you as you still rested against your desk, "I told you! I thought you had a boyfriend. And then before our coffee date earlier, I asked your friend, y/b/f/n. And she told me you were single..." he said as his eye trailed over your body once again, "and well, I just couldn't believe it."

Your breath caught in your throat as your smile quickly dropped, your lips slightly parted as you tried to speak but couldn't as Colby stepped even closer to you, his body now just inches away as he gazed down at you, "but what has bothered me the most, is that you have never been made to feel exactly how you deserve to feel... you at least have had an orgasm before right? Like whilst masterbating?" Colby said as he lifted his arm and moved a piece of hair out of your face.

You quickly looked away as a smile appeared on your face, your cheeks blushing red as you nervous stuttered, "I don't-... I"

Colby quickly grabbed your chin, turning your face back to look at his as he began leaning in slowly, "you haven't? Fuck... if you'll let me, I'd like to change that." He stopped, his lips not even a centimetre away from yours, looking for permission. You looked into his eyes, your body melting at his stare and the feeling of his breath against your lips. You felt drawn to him, like even if you wanted to say no, your body wouldn't allow it. It was curious to see if he was telling the truth and that you will feel things you've never felt before. He waited patiently, not wanting to make a move until he had the OK from you.

You thought to yourself, 'fuck it.' As you quickly leaned in smashing your lips against his. As shocked as Colby was by your sudden movement, he wasn't lying when he said he has wanted to do this all year. Your kiss was instantly in sync and deep and passionate. Your heart was pounding out of you chest as Colby's hands quickly moved up to grab either side of your face, whilst he pushed your body further into your desk, his body pressing up tightly against you. Colby moved his lips from yours to your jaw and then down to your neck, leaving kisses and sucking in all the right places. But after a few moments, he moved back up to your lips, but this kiss was a lot more... sweet. He pulled away slowly with a smirk across his face, "just tell me stop if it gets too much." He said has he slowly began walking backwards towards the bed, pulling you with him by your hands.

You chuckled, "what do you think I am? You can't break me Colby." You smirked as he bit his lip in anticipation.

You finally felt the bed touch the back of your knees as Colby turned you to face him, "we'll see, baby."

His words made your stomach flip and goosebumps to cover your entire body. You had no idea what you were in for, but you were excited. You nervously sat back on the bed as Colby leaned down, connecting your lips once again, as he guided you to lay back. His body hovering above yours made your body tremble and your core begin to ache, your underwear getting wetter by the second. He leaned up looking down at you. But his eyes, they were looking at you like... almost like you meant everything to him. But that's impossible because you literally spoke properly for the first time today. So how was he making you feel like this? You watched as his eyes danced across your features and the smile turning up the corners of his mouth. He grabbed your hands as he pulled you to sit, and he instantly grabbed your shirt, pulling it up and over your head quickly. As you laid back down, Colby followed your body as he refused to break eye contact with you. His chin, tickling your stomach as he suddenly began kissing along your torso, your body starting to squirm, desperate for some relief.

"Never thought you'd be squirming for me, princess." Colby said as he then tucked him bottom lip between his teeth. You rolled your eyes as he called you princess again, but this time, you couldn't lie, it was turning you on even more. Colby quickly hooked his his fingers into the band of your bottoms and your underwear, pulling them both down together, he moved slowly at first, but his own excitement got the best of him as you were revealed to him. He quickly pulled them off your legs as he threw them onto the floor. He looked back at you, a smile plastered across his face as he hooks his arms underneath your legs, positioning himself, exactly where you both wanted him to be. He began to kiss along your lower stomach and across your groin, along your inner thighs. Your body twitched and your heat pulsating for his touch.

"Colby..." you gasped as you bit onto your lip.

"Yes princess?" Colby said with a smirk on his face between kisses.

You had never been in this position before, usually the men you had been with would just get in, get it done and then that was it. There was no taking their time, no real foreplay, just selfish lovers. You really didn't want to say it, but before you could even stop yourself you whispered out, "please..."

Colby's eyes shot up to yours, nothing but happiness on his face, "please what baby?" He said teasingly.

You deep a deep breath as Colby's chin slightly grazed against your area, "please... touch me." You said reluctantly but you truly had ever wanted to be touched more in your life. How was he doing this to you?

"My pleasure, princess," Colby spoke as he wasted no more time and he quickly connected his lips with your clit.

'Wait... hang on...' you thought. "Holy shit!" You called out. This was not like anything you'd ever experienced before, Colby was right. Now this, this was a feeling like no other. You could feel Colby chuckle as his tongue swirled around your clit, as you bit your lip trying to stay quiet.

"No baby, let them out." He mumbled against you sending shivers through your entire body, "I wanna hear how good you feel," as soon as he spoke as suddenly stuck his tongue deep inside you as you couldn't help but cry out.

"Fuck!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he moved quickly. Your head flying back as your back arched off the bed, Colby's grip around your legs and on your hips keeping you where he needed you. He moved his tongue back to your clit as he suddenly moved his arm, taking two fingers and pushing them deep inside you. "Oh.. wow." You couldn't breathe as a very unfamiliar feeling started to tighten your stomach. Your legs began to twitch as his fingers pumped in and out his lips sucking on your clit. It's almost as though you were trying to fight the feeling, afraid of what this feeling was.

Colby felt you clench around his fingers as he mumbled, "that it's baby, you're so close. Just... let it go." You began to shout expletives as your body arched and your eyes squeezed closed. Suddenly, your entire body over run with the most satisfying and amazing feeling ever, as you felt it move through each of your body parts, his touch on you suddenly almost unbearable as you shook beneath him, your fists clenching the sheets beside you.

"Shit. Fuck... Colby!" You cried out as Colby slowed his movements gradually coming to a stop. He leaned up, wiping his mouth as he rose, looking down on you.

"How was that princess?" Colby said with a smirk.

As you caught your breath you looked up at him. "That was..." you bit your lip as you smirked. "Amazing." Colby chuckled as he moved to sit beside you on the bed, running his hands along your body. "And I quite frankly, want to feel that again." You said as you quickly sat up to straddle him. Colby bit his lip looking at you as his hands rested on your back. Your hands moved up to run through his hair. You leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "but I want to return the favour..." you leaned back with smirk as Colby looked at you mesmerised.

"Oh yeah?" He said as he smirked. His body was already ready for you, which you could feel through his trousers. You nodded before connecting your lips with his, his hands exploring your entire body as he leaned up unclasping your bra with one quick flick. You slowly moved the straps down your arms throwing it to the side.

You grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt as he raised his arms, the most lustful smile on his face as you raised it up and over his head. You suddenly pushed him down, his back hitting the bed as he gasped. "Oh shit."

You giggled as you slowly moved off him undoing his trousers and pulling them, along with his boxers. Colby lifted himself off the bed as you dragged them from underneath him, his hard cock springing out, down his legs as he quickly kicked his feet out of them. He looked down at you, as you positioned yourself, his hand resting in your hair. "You know, just because a man had never made me cum... doesn't mean I don't know how to make you crumble." You said seductively. As Colby's eyes went wide and a smirk appearing on his face once again. You took his dick in your hand and took your tongue licking from his base, up his entire shaft to the tip as you teased it with your tongue.

Colby's body twitched, and you were having as much of an effect on him as he did you. "Fuck y/n." He moaned out. As much as you wanted to drag this out, make him squirm and beg, you felt yourself needing to feel that feeling all over again, and you were not wasting anymore time. You quickly took as much as you could of him in your mouth as he groaned deeply, "fuck that's it princess." His voice making you enjoy doing this as much as he is enjoying it. You began to bob your head, taking the rest of him in your hand. You felt has his hand entangled into your hair as he moved it out of the way so he could your mouth around his dick. "Fuck that's good." He moaned. As you quickened your pace, when you suddenly pushed your head as far as you could go, his cock hitting the back of your throat as you gagged. "Oh fuck baby, stop, or I'm gonna cum." He moaned out, pulling your head up by your hair. "And I am not ready to cum yet." He smirked as he quickly sat up, moving you to the side and flipping you over, him hovering on top of you once again.

He leaned down kissing you deeply and passionately as his tip teased your entrance, "you.. are so much more than I ever thought you'd be." Colby spoke between kisses.

"Right back at you Colbs," you giggled. He quickly lined himself up, as he pushed himself slowly, deep inside of you.

"Fuck... you're so beautiful y/n." Colby moaned out as he felt you completely surround his cock, your walls clenching instantly.

"Fuck Colby." You moaned back, as he slowly began thrusting in and out of you, picking his speed up with each thrust.

Colby panted as he groaned deeply, "fuck... I wish we could put this in the essay." You gasped and couldn't help but laugh, as he began to pick up his speed once again.

"Fuck Colby don't stop." You moaned out as that knot reappeared in your stomach, the feeling he gave you was like something out of this world.

Colby began quickly repositioned himself, leaning on his knees as he continued his thrust, looking down at you. He took his thumb and began to rub in vigorous circles on your clit. Your eyes squeezing tight as you moaned even louder. Your walls clenched his dick as your legs began to twitch once again, "that's it baby, cum for me again. Cum all over me." Colby demanded, his voice low and dominant. And it was enough to send you flying over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes!" You cried out as you came. You have never in your life felt as good as you did in this moment.

"You sound so pretty. Fuck" Colby groaned as he moved his thumb from your clit and his placed his hand over your throat, squeezing only slightly as you high was still in tact. He began to pound into you as you both moaned out, loudly, definitely disturbing the rest of the dorms.

"Oh shittt..." you gripped his arm tightly as he thrusted deeper than ever.

"Fuck fuck, oh shit." Colby moaned as he suddenly pulled out, spilling all over your stomach. The sound of his groans giving you shivers.

After a moment of you both catching your breath, Colby looked down at you with a smile. "Hold on, let me get you a towel." He quickly moved away from you, as he ran into your bathroom, grabbing a towel and running back. He took the liberty of wiping himself off you as you giggled, your body exhausted from all the pleasure. "Are you okay?" Colby chuckled as he threw the towel to the ground, lying back down on the bed beside you.

"Absolutely." You chuckled as you looked up at the ceiling, your heart still pounding out of your chest.

Colby looked at you, with the most wholesome smile on his face, "I never thought we'd be doing that tonight." He said with a smirk.

You turned your head to look at him, "I guess I couldn't resist a bad boy, after all." Colby's eyes widened as his smile beamed and he leaned closer to you, kissing you softly.

"You know... I don't usually do this, but there's something about you, that I just... I want. I want you. As I mean. I want to love you and make you feel that good all the time. I want to fight with you and then have the hottest make up sex." Colby said as he chuckled.

You looked at him, and you couldn't believe you thought this, but you wanted that too, "okay, calm down Hardin." He rolled his eyes as you smirked, "I told you though, I'm not Tessa."

Colby rolled over to push his body against his, "oh trust me, you are so much more. And I promise you, I won't push you away."

You smiled at him as he pulled your body closer to his. "I'm going to have to thank the Professor for pairing us together." Colby said as you chuckled.

You laughed as you closed your eyes, "maybe leave out this part though." You chuckled as you leaned up and kissed him deeply and passionately.

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midnight-pluto · 26 days

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ROUND 2 : PG.00 — well shit

ROUND 2: dazai osamu x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: When you decided to attend Chuya's volleyball game, you didn't expect to see a familiar face. A face of someone you thought you would've never seen again; what's more annoying however, is seeing said face repeatedly.

TW: talks of a successful suicide

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OCTOBER 18 ; 18:07

IN ALL HONESTY, you were just there for the fact that you all were going to get ice cream afterwards. What you expected was for your team to win, everyone congratulates Chūya, then you both drive to get ice cream.

Your expectations came true, for the most part. Chūya's team won, but when him and other teammates were celebrating you catch a glimpse of a face you had presumed to have died.

Dazai Osamu. Now grown compared to the boy had once knew, still giving the same shit eating grin to a pissed off friend — not a mutual one this time.

Eyes locked onto him, afraid he was going to disappear on you like he had before, Chūya gently slaps your arm to get your attention, "What're you looking at?"

You simply point in the brunettes direction, still unmoving.

"What the fuck?" his eyes widen, two pairs of eyes now locked onto a man they haven't seen in three years.

A man they once knew.

His grin fell as he turned towards your direction, but there was nothing to be seen where you both once stood. "Huh, I swear I felt someone staring at me."

"What're you on about this time, Dazai?" the blond man raised a brow, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Don't worry about it, it’s no longer a matter that’s important to me,” he replied.

“You’re not as edgy as you think when you talk like that.”

Your grip on Chūya's shoulder loosened, as you both slowly turned towards each other. "There's no fucking way that was him," Chūya muttered.

"And here we thought he actually succeeded in killing himself," you huffed out, "Of course he wouldn't be lucky enough for that to happen."

"Well, I guess our night's been ruined," he sighed, kicking his shoes against the gravel, "And you teleported us without letting me change out of my uniform."

"Did you want him to see us or not?" you ask, looking at the frustrated expression on his face.

"I doubt he'd do anything in the first place," he rolled his eyes, "Clearly he wanted to cut all ties with us and start fresh at another school, don't know how he'd manage that with how popular he was here."

"I guess he did grow taller and doesn't have a broken arm this time around," you shrug, amused at Chūya's eyebrow twitch at the mention of height. "Still has that insane look in his eye though, don't know how anyone can miss that.”

Chūya sighed, "Well, people are dumb. Now I'm gonna go change." As he begun to walk away he felt your eyes trailing on his figure, "Don't worry! I'll be back in under ten minutes, you won't be waiting long."

"Good," you say, not loud enough for him to hear though; you didn't feel like shouting right now. Unlocking your car, you hop into the drivers seat and went on your phone as you wait for Chūya.

'SHIT SHIT SHIT shit! Why would those guys be here of all places? To make themselves feel better? That’s actually kinda pathetic… Are they seriously glaring at the back of my head right now?’

Sitting in the booth by yourself, you swallow another serving of ice cream down your throat, pretending to observe the color changing spoon that you were given.

‘Ah yes, the spoon is changing from pink to blue. How cool.’

Tasting the remaining ice cream left on the spoon on your tongue, you glance behind you to see if they had moved and meet Dazai’s eyes.

He was standing behind his friends admiring all the ice cream flavors, his face blank as he continued his make-shift staring contest.

Your eyes widened slightly, but your gaze slightly hardened noticing the intense look in his eyes. You shift yourself so your legs are no longer hiding under the table; ready to get up if he wants to try something.

“Dazai! What flavor do you want?” a voice interrupted, but failed to shake his gaze.

“Cookies n’ cream.”

“Okay!”

A few more moments passed and the frown you initially wore didn’t change, the only thing that caused you both to break your gaze was a white-haired boy handing Dazai his ice cream.

Unbeknownst to you, the brunette looked back only to be met with the back of your head.

You continued to munch on your now somewhat melted ice cream as you could hear footsteps approach your booth.

A sigh made you look up to see a familiar redhead sitting across from you again, “What were you even trying to do there?”

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head as Chūya scooped his ice cream into his mouth.

“That staring contest you both did. Hella weird,” he elaborated.

“The bitch was staring at me and I ain’t no pussy so I stared right back,” you shrug, “Shit, I finished my ice cream.”

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brighttears · 5 months

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Worship

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: Joel and you met on the road, and he fell for you hard. You’ve turned him into a romantic, and it all really comes out when you stumble onto an abandoned church and you look so good up at the podium that he has to do something about it.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: religious talk, hinted unspecified age gapJoel daydreams about marrying you, sex in a church, smut (minors dni!), unprotected PiV, creampie, super mushy romantic dirty talk, pet names (baby, angel, darling, sweet girl, lovely girl, my dove, my girl, sweetheart)

A/n: i'm back writing, kinda, for a minute!! I’ve had this unfinished for weeks and weeks and weeks but here it is!! Inspired by hozier cause yeah. Btw there’s a twilight quote ok. Made Joel some kind of fucking poet I love making him be head over heels. Anyways I also have a request coming soon and a multi-parter cowboy au that I’m gonna finish all the parts of (actually this time) before releasing it!! Hope y’all enjoy I’ve been missing this blog <<<333

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He couldn’t have ever seen you coming, and he never could have predicted what you’d do to him. He fell fast, and he fell hard. When he felt it coming on, like a cold, one you know is gonna be long and nasty, he told himself he wouldn't. He couldn’t. But he had no choice. He was powerless over you; like a wave crashing down on him, you came. And how quickly did he drown, and how easily he gave in.

You had ruined a part of him, that part that he uses so often—to not give in. You destroyed it in him, you the only person that could. So he gave up, falling to his knees before you. For you. Only for you.

This is something he would have talked to Tommy about, but he’s still miles and miles away from him, so he was all alone in it, completely lost, and it was up to him to make his own rules, to try to wrap his head around it. And god, did he twirl, dizzy in the thoughts, considerations, indignation and desire and complete powerlessness.

You’re sweet. Calloused, but in a way he’d never seen. You smile. You give. You touch gently. You offer with no means to an end, no expectations. You bury your dead and count your bullets, but god how sharp your eyes are over your scope. How easy you wield a knife, and god how good you look with blood on you, and how indescribably good does it feel to clean it off of you.

You do something to him, something he doesn't understand. All he knows is that when you move, he moves; like a magnet to you.

No doubt he would do anything for you. Kill, live, fight, lie down, he’d give you everything, every ounce of his being. If you asked him to cut himself in half with that scared voice of yours, he would. But you never do.

Joel is not a holy man. He’s the farthest thing from pure, he knows it, there's no doubt in his mind that he’s going to hell. He struggled with you, feeling like soot to your cleanliness, like he could ruin you with a touch. But, you asked him to hold you, to soil you, to come to you, so he did.

He had no defense against it.

Joel is an animal. He wouldn’t say that you tethered or leashed or trapped him—you let him inside. For the first time in 20 years, he was in a home. You tamed him without trying. He obeyed without you asking.

The long grass shifts whispers against your shins as you walk through it, eyes set on the weak wooden church. Small and simple, peeling white paint leaving it almost bare, steeple tall and topped with a thin cross.

There’s no real reason to be here, just that you wanted to check it out. Always so curious, so adventurous. He could very well be annoyed by it, but he loves it about you, so he follows, hand on the gun on his hip as you walk. His eyes should be scanning the area, which he is trying his best to do, but he keeps coming back to his view from behind you. The swish of your dress, the way it flows in the breeze, revealing your thighs, is hypnotizing.

Dresses are rare attire these days—impractical, really, but they’re your signature. That was one of the peculiar hooks that got him when you met. Femininity like that is uncommon these days, and shows some sort of openness, some kind of vulnerability. He’s not exactly sure why he loves it as much as he does, or why you insist on them, but we stopped asking about it pretty quick, because he adores it.

The ancient wood steps up to the church creak loudly under your feet, tightening Joel’s hand on his gun. You pause in front of the doors, waiting, but it’s silent, granting a bit of relaxation in his shoulders. The door cracks just as loud, revealing an almost crude wooden interior of the church. It’s very small, with only a few rows of pews leading up to the raised sanctuary, the altar centered with a simple engraved cross.

Joel stays in the doorway as you walk up the aisle, looking around. He’s stuck there, watching you. That pretty little dress, in his head, transforms into something white, your shoulders bare, trailed by a long, royal tail, a tiara veiled atop your head, petals at your feet. The church stays small and wooden. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you. It’s all he can see.

Your voice breaks through his daydream, “This is a quaint little place.” You dance your fingers on the pews as you pass them, stepping right up to the podium. You grasp the sides, leaning forward to him with a wide grin. “I like it.”

“Mmm. Me too.” Actually, he doesn’t think much about the church at all, other than the fact that it might be a safe place to spend the night. Or the day, because you look damn good up there at the podium, smile all up on display for him. Something about being in here with you… fits, but not just because he wants to marry you, and this is the perfect place to daydream himself into oblivion about it in.

You tilt your head, raising your brows, recognizing the half absent look on his face. “Is that really what you think about it?”

“Makes me think about… worship.” He decides to say, glancing at you. And that’s when he realizes it—it makes me think of you. This is where you belong, a place of worship, and me, here, on my knees for it. You’re no god, but you’re close enough for me. My divine. My unexplainable seraph, in the midst of this world that could very well be hell.

“Oh, yeah?” You say, looking like you have no idea, no idea that he worships you.

He nods his head to the chancel, “You look real good up there.”

“Do I?” You chuckle innocently.

“Yeah, you do.”

He approaches slowly, and you watch him, smile fading into a curious look as he does . “You belong in somewhere like this.” Joel stands behind you, slinking his arms around to rest his hands on your stomach.

“What do you mean?” You say quietly, and he feels the small breath leaving you. How he loves them, and to hold your body as they rise and fall and come out of you. Knowing you're alive. Knowing that this body is in his arms.

“In a church.” He replies just as quiet, slowly closing his mouth and nose into your neck. All he does is breath, feeling the pulse from your jugular vein against his skin. He closes his eyes, so close that his eyelashes brush your skin, and there’s that breath. Almost stuttered, almost shallow. His affect on you.

“Why’s that?” you nearly whisper.

He breathes in. Because you’re holy. Because you’re pure, in a way. Purest you can be. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I feel it when I touch you. It’s on your tongue, and you don’t know that when I kiss you, I drink you. Your spit’s like holy water. You can’t make me pure. But you let me taste some of it.

“Cause.” Is all he says. He doesn't know how to speak these words. Not yet. He tries, and sometimes it works, but he’s too caught up in the feeling of every part of his body pressed against you. “You just… fit.”

“Well that’s cryptic.” This would be a place for you to chuckle, but it seems you’re just as caught as he is. The idea alone is intoxicating. He knows this love isn’t one sided, but each time he remembers that you might love him just as much as he loves you, it’s intoxicating. He sucks in your scent.

“You really… have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He presses his lips against your skin as he speaks, wrapping his arms tighter around you, holding you close to him.

“What do you mean…?” You breathe out, so clueless… do you really not know? After all this time, you haven’t realized?

“Well…” Joel’s lips automatically go to start pressing kisses over your neck, magnetically called to your skin, “I guess I’ll have to show you.”

He’s not even sure what he means by that exactly, and already, his head is swimming. Joel closes his eyes, keeping himself pressed against you, and starts snaking his hands over your stomach, your waist, your chest, your sides, lips still pressing softly over your neck. It’s like he wants to touch every part of your body at once. He can’t get enough, can never, ever get enough. He wants to envelop you, show you that everything he is is for you. His body starts to move as it pleases, beginning to slowly grind against you. He’s stiff already, hips sliding right up on your ass. And as he does, you make a sound, a breathy moan, only a moment long, but it does what it always does, and his grip tightens, mouth becoming greedier, opening to taste you. His body loves you just as much as his mind, its own separate being, wanting you, needing you, seduced by the existence of your body on its own.

“I love you,” he breathes out, moving his lips over the bare skin granted by the scooped neck of your dress as his grip slides down to your hips, beginning to roll into a push and pull of your body to his. Tongue against your shoulder, he moans, soaking up the dopamine that seeps out of your skin. You dance at the podium, bodies working together in a sultry waltz, and its proof alone that you were made for each other.

He was made for you, he knows that, and though he didn’t know it, he’s been following that destiny all this time, and it’s all he’ll do for the rest of it. Because he has everything now. You, here in this church, he feeds on the holiness, licking it off you, pulling it against him. And hearing those perfect sounds coming out of you, he knows he’s making you feel good, almost as good as you deserve. He’ll be seeking out that limit for the rest of his life, trying to give you what you deserve.

But he knows how good he fucks you already. You tell him. So he can’t help but fuck you again, right here in this church. Your grip on the sides of the podium as he unbuckles his jeans as he pulls your dress up and slips your panties down. He presses into you, and as he groans, you maon, and he feeds on it. Like a leech. Like the hungry dog he is. Like the victim of your elixir, he needs it, and it’s all over his fingers as he slips them down the front of your pussy, swirling his fingers around your clit.

Slow. He likes to start slow. Soak it up. Let you get used to it. A taste at a time. He likes to bury himself deep first. Know that you're his. That he’s the one this deep inside of you now, that this seraph is taking his cock, and you like it, you love it, and you show him that you need it when you push yourself back onto him.

“Oh, baby,” he groans, every inch of him inside of you, and he can’t help but start to fuck a little faster.

Joel lips are all over your neck, sliding his mouth around it, kisses and licks and just the lightest of bites. He doesn't want to hurt you, all he wants is for you to feel good, and then you tell him, “Feels so good,” in that small purr of yours, holding his hand on your breast, and he groans again.

To touch you. To hold you. To kiss you. To fuck you. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he knows he has it, so he does.

What a sight this would be, if anyone were to wander into this church. Some big, old man with his grimy hand reaching up under your dress to feel over your chest, fucking this perfect young woman from behind, up here on the chancel. The devil fucking an angel. But she likes it. She loves it.

“Joel,” you moan out as he squeezes your breast, and with his face still pressed against your neck his breath over wet skin, he begins to speak.

“I love you so much,” he says quietly, muffled against you, his eyes closed, just feeling you—that's when he can speak like this, though it’s always slurred, because he’s drunk on you. When he’s buried deep, smelling and tasting and feeling nothing other than you. When he gets wrapped up in you, that is when his voice is released. “You’re my angel, you’re my everythin’, an’ I was made for you, an’ all I want is you, all I want is to taste you, feel you, fuck you, make you feel good. I’d give you anythin’. Everythin’. Anythin’ you want. It’s yours. I’d burn the whole damn world if you asked me to. I fuckin’ belong to you, darlin.” And he feels it, almost like an ache in his chest, how profoundly he loves you. “Aw, baby,” he nearly whimpers, picking up his pace because he can’t help it, because he’s too damn hungry, and you feel too damn good. He keeps his hand over your pussy, swirling his fingers on your clit, slipping a finger down to feel himself coming in and out, and how wet you are for him. He adjust his stance, bending his knees slightly, fucking harder and faster. Moans bump out of you, his singing angel.

“Joel, all I want is you, all I need is you,” you utter, voice high like it gets when he fucks you like this, hand going into his hair, running through it, holding him there. Against you. In you. He nearly growls.

“Forever. I need you forever. In this life and the next. I don’t ever wanna lose you.”

“God, fuck me,”

“I didn’t believe in god,” The flood continues, almost unable to even hear himself over the rushing falls of his own feelings, emotional and physical. “I still don’t. But I believe in you. You’re the closest thing to it. You’re so perfect it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy, baby, y’know that? Holy fuckin’ pussy right here.” He drives himself deeper, and you moan louder. “My perfect baby, angel, you’re an angel. And you know, I belong out there in the pews.” Joel raises his hand away from between your legs to point out to them, but you take it right back to your pussy, pressing it back into your sweet wetness. He growls, clamping his teeth gently over your shoulder before pulling away to speak, though his lips stay stuck to your skin. “I love it when you do that, darlin’, when you show me how much you want it. All I wanna do is make you feel good. All I wanna do is for you. All I am is for you.”

Suddenly, you pull away, but only to face him, taking his face in your hands to kiss him. He hoists you into his arms automatically, dick focused on its own personal mission, placing your ass on the podium so that he can keep himself inside of you.

“God, yes, fuck me,” you say into his lips, so he does, harder, and he can feel himself bottoming out, and you cry out sounds of pleasure into his lips. But he can’t stop talking.

“You’re a gift from fuckin’ somewhere, I swear. I don’t care. I used to get so riled up about it. Who the fuck is this chic,” you chuckle into his lips as he speaks, messy, needy lips and tongues and teeth that he has to talk around, “and why’s she doin’ this to me? What the fuck am I doin’? And why am I lettin’ ‘er? Fuck if I know—but I have her,” he pauses to kiss you deeper, the weight of his own words, of the reality of all of this, scrunching his face up. Because he has you. In this world, on that road out here, and here in this church, so open for him, taking him so well, like you always do.

“I love you,” you say, loud and lilted by pleasure, and he groans and moans and growls and whimpers back into your lips.

“I love you more than anythin’. More than life it’s fuckin’ self, I swear. I swear, more than anythin’. You’re it for me, darlin, you’re it for me. Anythin’ you want.”

“I just want you.”

“An’ here I am, darlin’,” he replies, then grabs your ass in both hands, a better grip for him to pump himself into you, just how you like it, because he’s memorized what you like and how to do it so he can make you feel good, make you cum every single time he fucks you. “I’m not leavin’. I’m not leavin’.” He continues on, some words hitched or interrupted by a groan or moan or whimper, the sound of skin slapping skin and your own moans a chorus to it. “I’ll never leave you. Never. You make me feel human. You make me feel right. You make me feel… almost… holy. Like I’m close to it. To bein’ right. True. I’ll never be righteous. I’ll never be pure. But I can be somethin’ for you. I can do somethin’ good for you. I’ll keep you safe. Forever. I’ll keep you safe, baby, I’ll keep you safe. My sweet girl. My darlin’. My lovely girl. I love you.”

You seem at a loss for words, very much unlike him at the moment, but he knows that’s a good sign. It means you’re close to cumming.

“My dove. My love. Cum for me, angel, cum for me.” He slips his hand back between your legs, beckoning your climax, and your moans stutter and your thighs clamp around his waist and there’s that heavenly squeeze around his dick and you’re cumming but he can’t keep his mouth shut, “That’s my girl. That’s my angel. So good to me. So good to me. It’s fuckin’ unreal, darlin’, how good you are to me. What did I do to deserve this?” He asks in between kisses, sloppy and wet and loud on your quivering lips, still seeping moans as you finish on him, “What did I do to deserve this?” He can’t stop his hips from jutting into you, holding your hips tight, so he begs, “can I keep goin’ sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe back out, gripping his thick forearms, holding onto him as he fucks faster, needily.

“God you feel so good,” he says back into your lips, starting to pour out moans. Your fingers slide around his face, cupping it, pulling him away only enough to lock your gaze. Then, he’s gone. Nothing else exists, not even the church. Just your eyes, that almost sleepy look you get after cumming hard like that, and the feeling of rutting into you, wetness starting to drip down his thighs.

Despite how difficult it’s becoming to get words out, and how interupted they are by the other sounds he’s making, he’s always the most talkative at this stage. It’s when he finally lets himself go, unleashing himself in more ways than one. Being this close to you, this level of intimacy, it all comes out.

“I don’t know how I got you. I don’t understand it, darlin’. You do somethin’ to me. You did somethin’ to me. You changed me, darlin’. I know I, I’m still rough around the edges, and I bet you can’t even tell, but, you did somethin’ to me. Somethin’ I don’t understand. But I feel it. I felt it when I saw you for the first time. I felt it shift. I felt everythin’ shift. You scared the shit outta me, darlin’. You still do. Cause I love you so goddamn much. I love you hard, darlin’. I think that’s the only way I can love. Hard. Like a fist. Like a bullet. But I—I’m sweet with you, aren’t I? I’m not too rough on you, am I? You like it when I fuck you like this, darlin?”

“Yes, yes,” you nod, face screwed up again and interrupting him with moans.

“Yes,” he nods back, “I make you feel good, my angel?”

“Yes, yes, you make me feel so good,” your breath hitches, cut off by a moan.

“You deserve it, baby. That’s all you deserve. Everything’ that’s good is made for you. I don’t understand how you fit down here on this Earth. But you do. You’re an angel, an angel of death, sharp and smart and quick and perfect in every goddamn way.” Joel slows, turning his head to press his lips to your hand on his face, kissing your fingertips, your palm, breath still sharp and hot. He closes his eyes, your long moans filling his ears. “You’re so perfect, darlin’. You’re so perfect. And you feel so fuckin’ good.” He moans loud, then leans into you, laying your back over the podium, hands on your thighs to keep them around him, and he fucks harder, jolting his hips faster, face back down on your skin. He fits his throat against yours with his lips to your ear, and he can feel your blood moving and the vibration of your voice as you moan, louder, and god, oh, god, all he wants is this, you, and he wants to make you cum again.

Every part of him is pressed into you, save for his knees against the podium. “I’m nothing’ without you, darlin’.” He buries himself deep, feeling himself fill you up, and the sweet friction of his cock sliding with your cum, wet and ready and perfect. “I’m a sinner, darlin… I’m a sinner… all up on you, this fuckin’ angel, god, fuck.” He groans, then plants his mouth on your neck, wet from it already. “I’m goin’ to hell anyways,” he continues, finding himself unable to shut the fuck up, “but I’ll take this heaven here. I’ll take it for as long as you’ll give it to me.” He groans, throat becoming tight, feeling himself coming close, his whole body warm and needy and full and ready to release, “can I have a little bit more, darlin’?”

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop Joel,”

“D’y’ think y’ can cum again for me, darlin?”

“Ahuh,”

“God, you’re so good to me, ” his hand slides back between you, laying his palm down over your stomach with his thumb circling your clit. With his hand there, he can feel it, your pussy starting to squeeze, and when it registers around him, he stops breathing for a moment, and cums, maybe harder than he ever has. His hips stutter, pumping you full of his cum, your pussy squeezing it deeper with every stroke. You grasp his hair, pulling bundles of it, the sweet pain only making it that much more euphoric for him.

“Heaven,” comes out in a breath as he presses himself as deep as he can into you, bodies united and still pulsing, your legs keeping him clamped there, thighs shaking in spurts.

“I love you,” he concludes.

“I love you, I love you,” you whisper. You save your words for other times, for the late nights as your fingers dance over his skin, wrapped together in the cold or the heat—it doesn’t matter, neither of your bodies seem to be able to keep apart when they have the opportunity. You lull him to sleep with effortless poetry, anything that comes out of your lips. Every word, every sentence, perfect, because it’s your voice, it comes from you.

Joel sighs deeply, laying over you, breaths deep and ragged with your own just the same under his weight.

After a moment of catching your breath, he pushes himself up to admire the view. Your lips are open and wet, plump from his own, eyes half lidded, neck marked, breasts pushing out of the top of your dress. An angel. Slowly, he leans in for a sweet, slow, kiss.

“You’re perfect.”

When he pulls away, you’re smiling, eyes closed. You hum and then open them, and it's everything. And then your hands are on his cheeks again, warm like sunlight, and everything is perfect.

“I love it when you get all lovey dovey on me, Joel. I love it when you talk. I love the things you say. You make me feel so special.”

“You are special.”

You smile, then lean in for another soft, simple kiss.

“You’re special too, Joel. You’re so special to me. I love you.” You whisper, and in this abandoned church, in the middle of who knows where, he’s home, in your voice, your lips, your skin; in you.

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phoniexrose02 · 5 months

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Robby Keene x Black! Reader

You awoke with a Painful ache in your Back, This Week had Really Been Beating your Ass. Both of your Jobs Decided to Work you to the Nail, Unfortunately Missing your Boyfriend's Karate Tournament. Robby Understood of course, But you'd Felt like such an Ass and When you found out about the Outcome you'd Felt even More Responsible. Everything Just Seemed to Be working against you Right now.

"Next Off Day Robby I Swear..."

You Held your phone Close to your Ear an Huffed a Tired Breathe"You know I want too~" stared around the empty Breakroom, Robby Sat awake in New bed. He'd Felt a Bit Odd in his New Room an Decided to Spark the Room up a bit, a lit preroll in between his fingers. Getting high asf after all the recent shit he'd been threw was Great But as great as it way all he could think about right now was You.

"Mm~ you Owe me like 24hr Worth of Cuddles already Sweetheart" He Grumbled out staring up into his Ceiling."I might be able to Get the Weekend~" You smiled to yourself, it finally felt Forever since you'd seen Him and now that he Lived closer you could get to him a lot cheaper." We can Cuddle all we Want, Maybe ruin that New Bed of yours~" you Whispered, Robby Could Feel the Ideas coming to his Mind. His Dick Getting excited to the thought, you Groaned Looking Toward the Clock.

Back to it I guess....

"My 30 mins is almost up, I'll see you This weekend Baby"

As the Called Ended Robby Stared around his Room, Looked a bit Bland...Soo he Decides to make it Fun For both of you. He Spend a Good Chunk of his Weekly allowance to Deck out his Room, Posters, New Pillows, Candles, an a few pedals and Flowers. He let himself Browse around the mall for anything else that Would lighten your Mood, Robby smiled after a bit of Walking around Laying his Eyes on the Perfect Gift.

As Friday Came you routinely Called Him up after your shift as you Waited for your Lyft."Hope you weren't Working to Hard gorgeous" you smiled Bright as you usually did when he Answered your Call."Mm'Trying" you spoke quietly."I Called a Ride I should be Over in a bit"

"Cancel it."

"Wha- Why??"

He hung up Leaving You a Bit confused an Huffed before putting him on you speaker you Cancelled your Ride, Before you could fully register his request you were pulled away with a Loud honk." Need a Lift Gorgeous" your eyes Fell on the EagleFang Van."No Way he let you Drive it!" You yelled happily prancing to the Passengers Seat, as you were about to hop in You Noting the Beautiful flower bouquets."Oh Robby, how Gentleman Like~" you Hop in Setting your Bag onto the Ground an the Flowers in your lap.

"Only the Best for my Girl~" You Both Lean in for a Longing Kiss, He let his ringed Fingers Gently Rest on your Face, the Cool Metal Meeting your Warm Cheeks." I Missed you~" he Quietly Hummed out as he pulled away from you." I missed you Too, I'm so Sorry I couldn't get to you Sooner"

"Don't worry bout it baby, We'll make it all Up tonight~"

You Placed your Hand on his Thigh Most of the Drive, it Seemed like so much to talk about But Silence Quickly Over took."Soo, how are things? Living with your Dad I Mean.." he Huffed as if to think very Carefully about the Subject."Better. I'm actually gonna be a Big Brother" You Eyes instantly Widened in Shock."Holy Fuck I didn't think he had it in him! So how do you Feel? Have you Met her yet?" He Nodded letting out a Relieved Sigh." She's cool, I'm kinda Proud of him, it's still a little weird tho. But we're working through it.." he finally Said with a Confident Smile, You let your hand rest on his shoulder an Gently Grazed at his Neck.

The small gesture Brought him Comfort, as he Pulled into the Driveway and Parked the Car He finally Looked over to you, Your Curvy Body Shoved into the Uncomfortable Work uniform."Is He Home?" You asked Softly Taking in your Surroundings, an Robby Examined your Beautiful Lips as you Speak." nah, He promised to go stay with her tonight." You smiled and He Gave a Bright one back, you Both Grabbed your things before Heading Inside.

"I love you, you know that?" he Blurted out Randomly in the Hallway as he Stopped at his Door, a Smirk stretched against your chubby Cheeks."I know Robby~" you planted a kiss to his Cheek, an you two Proceeded to open his door.

Smoke n' Fuck?~

You giggled at as the Read the petals aligned on his Bed. You examined his Room an Smiled, you loved just Being in his Safe Space it Brought you comfort." It's amazing Baby, and of Course I'll Smoke N' Fuck with you~" You pull off your uncomfony work shoes and place them next to the door with your Bag."You want some of my clothes?" You placed the Flowers at his Desk an began to Strip from your Tight Clothes as Time Robby started to Rummage through his Draws.

"Sure. You got Sum Rolled for me?~" you Wrapped your arms around his Waist letting your tits Press Heavily onto his Back." Of Course, I also got another Present for ya".

He Dug into the Bottom of his Draws handed the you a gifted wrapped bag,You Gush as you pulled out a Box Reading 'Magic Wand' with a Smirk."You didn't~" it'd felt like forever since you two had Been intimate, you Pulled the Toy From the Box Before turning it on. The strong vibrations in your fingers Send a Tinkle Down your Spine. You play with the Settings of the Toy Smirking at the highest. "Wanna Test it Out?~"

You Nodded an he helped you Undress the rest of you clothing, you Plopped down onto the bed some petals Falling to the Floor in Result. You watched from his Bed as a Pulled off his Top an Slipped a Prerolled into his Mouth, you bite your lip as Taking in his Beautiful physique."I know we said 'Fuck Cobra Kai' , But Damn Did they get you Ripped~" he quickly discarding of his pants with a Chuckled. Only left in his Boxers he Crawled in between your legs Spreading them to his Liking, your glistening Cunt in perfect view. You hand him the Wand and he Switches it out for the J.

"Fuck Cobra Kai, this was all Me Baby~" he turned it onto its first setting as you took a long Drag. He let out a quiet groan at the strong vibrations, something about it making him Dick Twitch."You ready Beautiful?~" You Nodded Resting On your Elbows, Robby Made sure to place the ashtray onto his Bed as soon as he Lit it so you two would have no Reason to Split apart again.

He placed the Toy Against your gush Cunt, the Strong Vibration Made Jerk. He Held your Side with one hand keeping you steady."Easy Baby, Relax~" Robby slowly moved the Soft Bud Up to your Clit, an you Took another Huff with a Quiet Hum. You Wiggled your hips against the Vibrating toy." Your Leaking all over this thing baby, I take it you like?~" you Nodded in approval taking another hit before Gently Shoving the Toy away.

"It's a really stimulating, But you Promised me a Good Fuck~" you Two Switched out once again and you turned on the wand settings up. "You sure you can Handle that? Seem a Little jumpy with this thing alone." Robby asked as he Hit the Joint as you played with yourself in Bliss."Jumpy's Good, an you usually have the strength to keep me Down~" your Toes Curled as you Found your Sweet Spots with the Toy."Hey! Your Not Cumming without me~"

Robby Placed the Roach onto the Ashtray before Pulling his Hard Dick From his Boxers. He Ran his Hard Cock threw your Leaking Folds He Let out a Gentle Grunt as he Made Contact with the Toy, you Gently place your hands against his Guiding the Toy to your Sweet Spots."Fuck~ your Gushing~" He Held your hips n Place before Shoving his Tip in your Hole, he Sunk inside Your soaking Cunt.

Robby's hips Shook as his Pelvis met with the Buzzing Plaything, He Hummed as his Hips Quickly Jerked into you. His Rough Thrust Making Dawning you Speechless, you Fell Back into the Pillows as Robby Fucked you into the Mattress.

Fuck New Favorite~

"More! More!~" you Chanted To him as you Reached For his Abs, he Growled an Tensed Ramming down Deep, Your hips Jump as Robby placed the Toy onto its highest Setting He let out a Deep Moan Feeling the Vibration himself,Your Walls Clung on tight forcing him to Speed up his Thrust.

" Oh God! Oh God! I'm Cumming Robby! I'm Cumming!~" You Gripped at the Sheets and your Toes Curl, he pulled the Wand from your Cunt as you Spilled you Juices onto him, Robby Pulled himself out and with a Few Strokes he Cums over your stomach and Clit."Fuck, I think this might be my New Favorite~" He Pulled himself from the Bed and put away the Wand. "We'll play with her More Later" You were left pretty Boneless as he Cleaned you up, your high brain Going Bland for a sec.

"Fuck...I got Munchies now" You shameful Whispered an he Giggled Fixing the Sweat Strands of Hair and pulling on a Pair of Sweatpants." Let me take you out..?"

"No Way, You still owe me my Cuddles" he Slide back into Bed Pulling you Close to his Chest, he was Warm against your back and his hands Gripped your Naked Waist Tight."How about DoorDash an a movie?" He Grunted at the thought of spending anything on him at all." If we Smoke before It'll Taste Better..."

"Fine, But I refuse to let you leave my Bed Pretty Girl~"

More Cobra Kai 🐍

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darlingbabyboo · 10 months

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(He's beautiful 😍) love my boy so much, I needed to make this post about him because he exists rent free in my head ❤️‍🔥

Warning: overwhelming love and me inserting some ship opinions (but actually, I mention suicide briefly

First off, let me say that I wholeheartedly choose to believe that Hanma has heterochromia. The only reason that the anime doesn't show it because they're cowards

Anyways,

Starting with the entirety of his life

Because the manga severely deprived us of a backstory, I'll never forgive you Wakui it is up to me to conjure up something that makes sense

I'm saying it with all the love in my heart, Hanma has such strong fatherless and motherless energy

It's probably from neglect, I don't think he was physically abused, I just think he didn't have a lot of love in his life

He probably got his tattoos when he was insanely young because his family just, like didn't care

Also, I don't remember where, but there's a headcanon saying that Hanma's dad is a police chief and I'm deeply obsessed with that idea and I think that it actually makes a lot of sense

Like his dad pushed him away even further because he didn't want his rep ruined because of his delinquent son

Also makes sense that Hanma wasn't caught when he was a fugitive (I don't believe that he could have run from the law for that long, I mean, have you seen this man??? This clown attracts attention everywhere he goes)

It would also add up if Hanma gets bored so easily because he's a rich kid and his life's so predictable. He wants something: he'll just get it. It's absolutely horrible

If I had to guess what his mom was, I would say she either left him when he was young or she was an actress/singer (I don't know why it feels like it would fit)

Hanma probably didn't have a lot of friends growing up (pretty sure that's canonical) and the reason that he's so strange and weird is because he had a wild imagination to occupy himself when he was growing up

Got into fights because he was very possessive as a kid (he probably didn't drop that trait when growing up, let's be honest), so when he saw some other kids try to play on the playground, he immediately went into fight mode

He was born really strong, so other kids kinda stopped messing with him and they treated him really well (where he got his dream of wanting to be treated like a king and having 100 servants)

He got bored so he moved on to seeking out fights, lo and behold

He got his Reaper title

Was of course really bored until some light came into life

He met Kisaki!

I think he loved Kisaki so much because 1) Kisaki was nefarious and he couldn't really guess what he was going to do next and 2) he's literally never had a friend before in his entire life and Kisaki quickly became his best one

Like, y'all can talk as much as you want about Kisaki, but he and Hanma had something

Their sleepovers might have consisted of Hanma playing video games while Kisaki's playing with people's lives but if that'snot friendship then what is

If y'all aren't planning the downfall of your enemies with your bestie then can you even consider yourself friends???

100% believe that Hanma has called Kisaki the light of his life

Or something weird like, you're the torch in my circus act or some shit

Kisaki probably hated the nicknames but it probably just fueled Hanma even more

Lives to annoy people

Completely random but I have to insert because I will forever ship Hanmai but I choose to believe that Hanma fell more Mikey after he tried to kick his ass and then when Mikey actually did kick his ass

It just seems so Hanma to fall for someone who hates him and has beaten the crap out of him

Kisaki would make fun of him for it, I know he would

On how much Hanma knows about Kisaki's plan, I think he chooses to know very little because he enjoys being shocked

I think that Kisaki would probably tell Hanma if he asked, who would Hanma tell?

Og Timeline:

Honestly, at this point what does that even mean?

But anyways, I honestly think that Hanma would have committed suicide

He doesn't really have anyone in his life and he's going to get bored one day

It's either that or jail

Just very depressing for me to think about

Bad Toman timeline:

Hanma probably uses his connections to the police, has a lot of fun because he has a friend and can do whatever he wants, breaks lots of teeth and enjoys everyone else's suffering

Bonten timeline:

Probably just trying to survive right? Like, Kisaki was dead in this timeline (god, there are so many timelines that I might be losing track or getting them confused with each other) so it's not like he had anyone to care about him

He was also on the run

Maybe he would have gotten recruited in another gang

I think he would have gone on living in order to keep Kisaki's legacy going on like wearing some of his old clothes, wearing his glasses, stuff like that

I don't know, this one is also pretty depressing

Final timeline:

He's actually very good at photography but I think the troll in him chose to take shoddy pictures of Takemichi's wedding

It's just so him

He either overcharges or undercharges, he's just that great

I don't remember if there are any other timelines so moving on

Random stuff (will be inserting ship opinions, lol)

Probably copied Takemichi's hatred of Kisaki, doesn't know why they hate him, but okay best bud!

Will obliterate anyone who bad talks Kisaki

Low empathy and sympathy for people and he enjoys other people in pain but that's more because the world is cruel and he decided to be crueler

Shameless flirt

Would flirt with someone in a relationship, if you destroy your relationship, that's not his problem

It's not his fault that he's so irresistible

I don't think that he has trust issues because he's very perceptive (way more then people give him credit for)

Don't need trust issues when you already know what everyone has planned

Makes his birthday a really big deal (if you're with him, be prepared to get him an extravagant present because he has no filter and will tell you when he thinks a present is ass)

But also, I think he forgets if his birthday is, like, the next day

Knows that Ran and Kakucho don't like/trust him but he literally could not give a fuck

He has also grown up with people not really liking him so he doesn't care

Spends as much time as he can with them because he adores pissing people off

He would probably try to sleep with them tbh to make them hate themselves (I don't know but my baby lowkey gives off whore vibes and he already likes fucking with people so two birds one stone)

Cares very little for people's opinions

Unless those people like him, then his opinions flip completely

Him and Draken would lowkey make a lot of sense guys, like forgetting the fact that in one of the timelines he aided in killing Emma, the love of Draken's life

Think about the fact that Draken sees the best in people and Hanma definitely appreciates Draken if you know what I mean

All Hanma needs is a little love and he's good guys (don't wanna call him easy, I mean, look at him, but throughout the manga he only has one person and that breaks my heart)

Mitsuya is also in a similar position as Draken

I will not let go of Hanma having a crush on Hanma and a relationship Hanma and Mikey could be possible!!!

I'm not delusional, please guys

I think Hanma would enjoy Mikey when he's good or bad because he pretty much subverts expectations

He's small but he gives off such intense vibes

He's a serious person when he needs to be but he's also incredibly childish

He's super strong but you wouldn't expect it from someone of Mikey's build

The darkness that lies underneath those blonde locks would appeal to Hanma soo much

And I think Mikey would like someone like Hanma who's carefree, silly, and strong and has also done some crappy things and won't judge Mikey for his darker thoughts (though he may encourage him to indulge in them, but every relationship has flaws! )

I mean, c'mon guys, join me, ship them!!!!

They both crave unconditional love and I think they would give it to each other

Would do shit like name a snake cat and ask people if they want to see his pet cat (can you imagine him doing that to Chifuyu, it's gold)

Was probably an only child but if he had siblings they were probably like golden children who are 20 years older then him

Hanma gives off accident baby vibes

Judgmentally unjudgmental

If you killed someone, he wouldn't judge you for killing someone, would probably have a few comments on how bad you are at killing people and ask if you need tips

One things that's stated with his character is that he likes/admires seniors and I'm going two ways with that

He either respects that they've lived for so long

Or he had a grandpa or some other old person treat him well when he was younger (probably a teacher or something)

Fan of cartoons and childish sorta shows/movies

Finds all the murders and bloody in adult stuff unrealistic (and he would know)

Can't cook but can bake

Unlike Chifuyu, who I think can cook not bake

You guys could be a power couple, all you need to do is accept the fact that he manipulated your friend into killing your other friend

Everyone makes mistakes

That's actually so sad, these headcanons make me wish that I could be his childhood friend or something and shower him with all the love he deserves

Kazutora probably forgave Hanma because of self-hatred stuff idk

They would make each other the worst friendship bracelets ever and unironically never take them off

Then they would kiss softly on the lips

This could be a thing. Someone please make it a thing.

Second friend Hanma makes in his entire life

Hates reading but has read an astonishing number of classic books (like guys, he gets bored quickly, I wholeheartedly believe that he has tried everything)

Athletic

Has lots of domestic thoughts because he craves for that familial connection

Would not advertise that though

Probably would openly mock it

Good with kids (because he had the mind of one)

Can also see him using his free time to scare kids at the playground

Loves being spoiled, not because he likes things but because he likes the care and love received from someone

Randomly spoils those he loves with things

Horribly touch starved

Would actually be so good in a relationship because he's very devout and loyal to the people he cares about

Conclusion:

Hanma deserves good things, and I need to give it to him

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anthrofreshtodeath · 5 months

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I think the OP just turned on the first two seasons of R&I and jotted down this list of prompts 😂

How about a little " hangouts that start to feel more and more like dates" please and thank you.

I do hope this won't be your last prompt challenge!

Sorry this is so late 🫠 but hey, I wrote something!

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The first time they’d hung out, Jane had brought a giant bag of peanut m&ms and extra butter popcorn. Maura had called it a movie night, after all. It was early on in their friendship, and Jane had been excited when she trotted up to the front door with her snacks in one hand, and a six pack in the other. She’d hiked up her long leg to press the doorbell with her boot, and was in the middle of putting it down when Maura swung the door open.

“H-hi,” Jane said, cheeks ruddy from sheepishness as much as the crisp fall air.

Maura had smiled, and then looked down. “Can I help you with something?”

Jane held the grocery bag with the food in it. “Thanks,” she said, “sometimes carrying stuff is still, uh, kinda hard.” She didn’t brandish her scars, but their pointed eye contact told her Maura had understood.

Maura then nodded to the beer. “I have a place in the refrigerator where you can put that,” she told Jane. “Come in.”

Jane had whistled. “Nice place you got here,” she commented as she looked up at the high vaulted ceilings and the gleaming marble countertops.

“I rent,” Maura confessed. “I just moved back to Boston… well, when we met, actually. And I am being judicious about where I would like to own. So most of the decor came with the house.”

“I woulda never guessed,” Jane said. She pointed to the fridge, stainless steel, wide, and clean. Maura affirmed. “No offense, but rich suits you.”

“None taken. I am rich,” said Maura, with palms against the fabric of the jeans on her hip.

Jane would have spit beer out of her mouth if there’d been any. “And humble, too,” she chuckled. Both at Maura’s comment and at the fact that Maura could no longer resist the bag she brought in. Maura rummaged through it with equal parts fascination and disgust. “You good?”

Maura peered up. “Do you really eat all this during one film?”

Jane curled a brow. “No…” she elongated it. “I got it for us to share.”

“Oh!” said Maura, then her face fell. “Oh, that… that’s very sweet. I…”

“You don’t eat any of this junk, do you?” asked Jane kindly. Her eyes crinkled and her lips pursed like she was trying not to laugh.

“Not at all,” said Maura on a whoosh of relieved air. “The hydrogenated oils are-”

“Don’t.” Jane held up her hand, “ruin it for me. But, that’s good to know. What do you like to eat during… films?” she asked with no small amount of humor. But when Maura opened her mouth to answer, Jane stopped her. “No no. You know what? Don’t tell me. I’m your friend; lemme figure you out.”

Maura had blushed and said nothing. But she’d smiled and showed Jane to the living room where they’d be watching what she’d picked out.

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Subsequent hangouts got easier. Like this one - a long week called for a late Friday night at home. Maura had purchased the townhouse on Pickney about half a year prior, and since Angela moved in not long after, it was the place Jane thought of when she conjured the word home in her mind. And, yes, it was movie night, but a newer venue also called for newer fare - namely, gourmet charcuterie from the deli a few blocks from Jane’s apartment, and a good wine from the Whole Foods in Beacon Hill. Not, y’know, a six hundred dollar bottle a-la Tommy’s FBI debacle the previous week, but something good.

Something Jane knew Maura liked.

Something she and Maura had drunk before. And so, balancing everything in one hand, Jane used her key to open the door, and when she heard the muffled voices of a conference call on the second floor - the governor did tend to call Maura late, much to Jane’s chagrin - she set the items on the counter and went to the cupboards to pull out the decanter. She’d peeled off all the horrid labels her mother placed under each shelf when Ian was here, and it’d felt like something she’d had to do.

Strip Maura of the stinging past, restore the present to as it was before him, so that they could move forward into the future.

Put off by the taste of that experience, Jane pulled out the candles Maura reserved for those truly trying times: decadent spices and citrus that reminded Jane of herself. And she thought it sounded egotistical but she had enough comfort in Maura’s space to own that - she liked the house to smell like that because she belonged there, not because she wanted to mark her territory. Ian’s mountain of medical supplies had felt like the opposite. Felt like a threat.

Tommy’s bottle of wine had felt more like fumbling in the dark. Like something he wanted and knew he couldn’t have, but had to take a shot at anyway.

Jane’s bottle of wine, the one she poured into the decanter, and Jane’s candles, which were really Maura’s, the ones she lit to waft up to Maura, to ease her into relaxation on the way down from her call, felt like what a Friday night should be.

Felt like a well-worn routine.

To further the routine, she pulled a board out from a cabinet next to the oven, and arranged meats, cheeses, and dried fruits in the pattern Maura liked, the one that seemed most calming. Before Maura, Jane didn’t even know that meat could be arranged in a calming way. After Maura, Jane learned that most perceivable things could bring calm, or bring stress. She’d adapted well, considering. Went for easily identifiable, separate food groups.

“You’re early,” Maura’s voice roused Jane from her contemplation. She was barefoot, and had changed into yoga pants and an oversized sweater, with her hair pinned up. “Oooh - figs.” She reached over as Jane worked, and their fingers brushed on her way to the fruit. “Thank god autumn is here.”

“Those are all you,” Jane teased, “I’m all about the prashut’ right here.” She lifted the paper thin meat to her mouth and dropped it in. “Things, uh, things go well on your call?”

Maura shrugged. “The governor is an obstinate man,” she began, “but I know how to bring him down. And explain artfully that Popov is not really my problem, but his.”

“That guy is everybody’s problem,” Jane commented when she pulled a beer from the new, glass-door fridge. “If you need me to forcefully suggest retirement to him, just let me know.”

Maura laughed, bubbly and bright. When Jane returned, Maura placed a hand on her shoulder. “I trust he’d take the hint,” she said.

“I’m good at givin’ hints,” Jane joked. She caught the blush with which Maura stared down again at the spread, and it confused her. She caught the wistful glance toward the wine, aerating in the fanciful glass Jane’d poured it into, and maybe Maura was just hungry. Just tired after a long day and needing a drink to take the edge off.

“Hmm,” was all that Maura offered in response, like an agreement but about something else.

The something else itched at Jane. “I’ll take this over to the couch,” she said, moving slow, balancing the board in her left hand and nodding toward the living area.

“I’ll bring the wine and start a fire,” said Maura. When she looked up, she smiled softly at Jane, as she often did.

This time, Jane shuddered just before she headed toward the coffee table.

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“I heard,” Maura breathed out when she answered the door.

Jane stood there, still dressed for the work day, just like Maura. This was what hangouts between them sometimes devolved into now - Jane felt worn out, and felt like she looked it, too. Maura looked just as perfect as when she’d started the day, when Jane had waltzed into the foyer a much happier woman in search of her morning coffee.

Maura had handed it to her, like Maura handed her a beer now. The clock on the microwave read 11:12 PM and she had work the next morning, but Jane wanted to get drunk. She scrunched her face in displeasure, crossed her eyes to be silly and to note her frustration. “Honestly surprised it took this long for Tommy to knock someone up,” she said. When she walked in, Maura hovered close behind. Jane felt Maura-ness all along her back.

Maura caught Jane’s hand just as Jane went to pop the top of her beer off on the granite. “Don’t ruin my counters,” Maura warned. She took the beer back, twisted the cap, and waited.

Jane knew what she waited for, too, so she turned around with haste, between Maura’s front and the lip of the countertop. “It’ll give ‘em character,” Jane teased.

Maura rolled her eyes. “And you don’t know that Tommy… knocked someone up,” she continued, the colloquialism familiar to her brain but foreign on her tongue. “It’s just a possibility.”

“I think it’s more likely than my pop doin’ it, at his age,” Jane grumbled. She lifted the bottle to her lips and let the Blue Moon rush down. Cold, bubbly, tangy. Perfect.

“Well, I know nothing about your father’s sexual health, but given that we can assume he slept with Lydia multiple-”

Jane’s hand flew to Maura’s soft, soft lips. Had they always been this soft? It made Jane’s fingers jittery with the need to move, to touch. She pulled her hand down when Maura stopped talking. “Please, please don’t. Don’t go there.”

Maura put up her hands in surrender. “I ordered a pizza,” she offered a branch of reconciliation.

Jane sighed. Pizza? Beer? The night, all because of Maura, seemed to be turning around. “Sounds perfect. You know, why can’t Tommy find something like-”

Uh oh.

This time she stopped herself, not Maura. Something like this? Something easy, something heady, something in a nice home with a beautiful woman who… Jane needed to run. She’d already said too much. But, Jane was trapped.

“Like this,” Maura chanced. She moved closer. Jane’s anxiety wafted toward Maura on a noxious wave of fear and need, but, Jane watched Maura persist. She watched conviction literally light up Maura’s eyes. Increased moisture catching the light over the kitchen island, Maura would have said, but still. Maura unclasped her own hands and opened her arms, not wide out at her sides like a barrier, but palms out, close to her sides like an invitation. “Like you. And me.”

Jane nodded, and then her face crumpled. What in the hell, besides this very reason, was she doing at her friend’s house at 11 at night, drinking beer and sulking because her brother just made all of their lives so much more complicated? Didn’t women call their girlfriends to vent all about life problems as they had a nice night in at their own places, watching shitty reality tv and drinking? Didn’t they send a text saying something along the lines of “OMG my brother’s an asshole and I’m struggling and really need to talk to you about it over coffee tomorrow?”

They certainly didn’t show up at their friend’s place close to midnight to stand in front of them, soul bare, and blurt out… feelings.

But Maura didn’t really seem interested in what women usually do with their friends either. She knew what they did. So, Jane slumped forward, into the invitation, and Maura caught her.

“I don’t think many people get to find something like this,” Maura began, wrapping her arms around Jane’s tired shoulders and pulling her even closer when Jane sighed. “Do you?”

Jane still held her beer in one hand between them, with the other clutching at the fabric of Maura’s dress between her shoulder blades. “Nah,” she answered. “I guess not.”

#otp prompts august 2023 #lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #at a molasses pace #rizzoli and isles #my bad #but I have now finished the august 2023 prompt challenge 😅

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 10 months

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Okay I have a weirdly specific angst/hurt/comfort one. What if reader and Eddie got into a fight and Eddie said something REALLY out of pocket and reader is already going through a rough time and this just pushes them over the edge so they go home and attempt suicide and they end up in the hospital Eddie finds out and is just overwhelmed with guilt and stays by reader’s bedside and he just keeps apologising and telling reader he loves them.

oooouuuh, okayokay, i'll do my best, and hope you like it! :')

I trusted you.

Eddie Munson x Plus size!FM!Reader

Warnings: This entire story can be triggering. Mention of suicide attempt, mentioning of rape, mentioning of selfharm. Summary: Eddie had been your safe space for so long. He was the one you felt like you could open up to about anything, and he was the only one who didn't use your past against you like everyone else in your past had done. You had a hard time opening up to someone, so being able to trust your boyfriend was a breath of fresh air. Little did you know he would do you so wrong, just as everyone else did.

Eddie knew. He knew how much of a hard time you had opening up about everything you've been through. He knew how fragile you were, especially in the sort of state you were in currently.

He watched you as you fell to your knees from the kitchen, making his heart jump out of his chest by the look of you. He couldn't move, but he screamed at himself to do so. He wanted nothing but to wrap his arms around you, but his stupid fucking legs wouldn't move an inch to comfort you. He just stood there, watching you break down in front of him. The scream you let out broke his heart even more.

An officer had came to the trailer just minutes before as you were cooking dinner together. It was a joyful evening all together, but this was the breaking point. It ruined you in an instant, and you struggled to keep yourself calm when you got the news.

You told Eddie you could speak to the officer by yourself, because Hopper was there too. Hopper was someone you felt as if you could trust just slightly. Especially since he helped you get out of the situation you were in. He helped you put him in jail, and he was like a father to you after he took you in.

Eddie wanted to join you, but you told him that you wanted to just hear what they had to say alone, as he finished up the dinner you were making. You kissed his cheek tenderly, before you whispered in his ear how you looked forward to the rest of the night with him before you left him in the kitchen. The both of you were smiling when you last looked at eachother.

You kinda knew when they arrived what it meant, but little did you know it would have such an impact on you in general. Eddie knew deep down too what the deal was, but he didn't wanna push himself onto you if you didn't want him there. He knew better.

It's been years, it shouldn't affect you like it did. But it did, and you hated how much control he still had over you.

You closed the door to the trailer as you followed them out to the porch, and Hopper greated you with a soft smile that didn't feel right. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

After you moved in with Eddie to get off of Hopper's back, you had been bumping into Hopper every now and then, and he was always happy to see you, always. No hidden agenda, just wanted to know you were doing okay. You lived under his roof for almost 12 years, ofcourse you meant something to him. Ofcourse he meant something to you. He was the one that tried to teach you that opening up about it wasn't a bad thing. It could help actually.

He wasn't too fond of you meeting Eddie, and especially not when you announced that he was your boyfriend. But who was he to reject you of being happy? He saw how healthy it was for you that Eddie was a part of your life. He saw how you opened up more, how you became a happy person again. He only wished he could do more than this. He wish he could keep you safe from that monster for life, but he tried to make it clear to you that this would one day happen. He would be free, and that was the case this time.

"I'm so sorry to be bearer of these news to you, but since you're his kid, you have the right to know" the police man next to Hopper said, and you went pale straight away. Your eyes big as saucers as you clutched onto the door handle, trying to steady yourself. Hopper coming to your rescue without hesitation as he helped you steady yourself.

This was too soon. Or maybe it wasn't. But you were not ready to face him just yet. You would probably never be ready to face him at all. He became a total monster after your mother passed away, and you wish you never had to re-live the last moment you saw him ever again. But you weren't so lucky.

It all came crashing down around you, and you struggled to breathe.

It had been getting gradually worse throughout the years after your mom passed. He started drinking, which was almost welcomed after your wife dies on you, but what followed was worse. He became angry. He became a monster. Everything you did was wrong. Everything you said was wrong. You had to watch your back at any single moment, and you were a pile of anxiety by the time it became more than verbally. When he first put his hands on you, you struggled to keep the bruises hidden. He learned quickly that he couldn't leave marks for everyone to see. He would lose you if he did.

He told you to keep quiet as he had his way with you. Told you that this is what good girls does for their daddy if they love them. And you did. You did love your dad. He was everything you had, and everything you knew. But it felt so wrong. It hurt. It hurt so bad, and you struggled to keep from crying. It happened more frequently too.

If he didn't get the hooker he had paid for to sleep with him, he took it out on you. Told you that this was right, and that this was what you were born to do. But it had to be kept a secret. And you kept it a secret. For so long.

It started when you were 6. And you didn't speak about it even after he got thrown in jail by the age you were 10. You didn't dare speak of it even when you knew and learned that it wasn't something someone usually did to their daughter. Every single friend you made past that age made you realise your dad was so in the wrong. The way he treated you was not something someone did to their daughter.

And you only realised it after you and a friend of yours that you were visiting for the night after Hopper took you in. You didn't realise your dad was not gonna come back, and you were making a mess in the dining room with the paint you were playing with, and her dad came into the dining room tsk'ing at you, making you stop dead in your tracks as your friend giggled at her dad.

"Girls, girls, girls.." he started, but he smiled. Wait, he smiled? Your dad did never. This was strange, but comforting at the same time.

"I'm sorry papa, we didn't mean to make a mess"

Her dad charged at her, laughing and she giggled even more, running around the table with her dad stalking her, making her giggle even more until he caught up to her, lifting her in the air upside down and shaking her playfully.

It made you giggle too, and you watched them as they laughed together. So this was how normal dads treated their daughters. This was love.

You felt someone touch your shoulder as you came down to it again. You were inside the trailer now, and you didn't even realise you had gone inside. But you remember what had happened just seconds before. He was free. He could come find you at any given moment. That creeping feeling of anxiety came crashing down on you again, making it hard for you to focus. Making it hard for you to not rush to hurt yourself.

"He is out, Eds" you heard Hopper faintly say behind you as Eddie's arms wrapped around you, holding you close. A soft "shit" leaving Eddie's lips as he held you. You felt as if you couldn't breathe. But you tried. Oh how you tried. You couldn't control it, and you just sat there, your nails digging into the soft flesh of Eddie's arm, making him whince just slightly from the pain as you tried to ground yourself. Trying to let the scent of him surround you. To calm you. Like it normally did.

You were having a panic attack. You were completely out of your mind, and you wish you could focus on your boyfriend in front of you, trying to keep you calm. But you just couldn't. He was out.

You got him imprisoned, and he could be out to get you again. He could make your life a living hell. But it's been years. You should be over this now, shouldn't you? But everything came crashing down once you got the news. They didn't really finish giving you the news before you saw black either. But you knew.

They let him go, despite the stuff he did to you. He was a free man now, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Eddie tried his best to get your attention, but there was no use. You were as if frozen in time. You had no clue how long you had been sitting on the floor by now. It must have been hours, because your entire body was hurting by now. You were so stiff, but you couldn't even give a shit about it. What was the most freakiest shit right now, was that you didn't even blink. And it freaked Eddie out.

"Babe? Please, come back to me, please" he begged, but you were not responding at all.

He touched your cheek, which made you flinch, screaming as you jumped away from him.

"Don't you fucking touch me, you freak!" you screamed. In your head it was him. It was as if he was touching you again. You could feel it, even after all these years. It was him. It was that fucker who broke you years ago.

This struck a nerve with Eddie, and he saw black. The nickname freak was something he never thought would come out of your mouth. And especially not with such spite. It was as if your words were laced with venom. But he knew deep down it wasn't directed at him. He knew, which made it even worse that it came out of your mouth. That nickname you knew broke him down years ago.

He didn't think clearly as he opened his mouth again to speak, insulting you with his words. His words clearly laced with venom as he did.

"Oh, so I'm a freak, huh? What about the girl who fucked her own fucking dad? I wonder which one of us is the real freak here, because normal people don't do that!" he spat at you, and he regretted it straight away, seeing how it managed to get you back to earth, and you backed away from him even more, your back hitting the wall as you struggled to breathe again.

"I'm so sorr.." he started, but you stopped him.

"Get. Out"

"But.."

"GET OUT!" you screamed at him, and he did. He didn't even question it a second time, but he was fuming with anger. He didn't even know what for. Was it because you called him a freak, or was it because he managed to hurt you without it being his intention at all?

You knew what the nickname did to him, but he also knew that you were.. You know what? It didn't even matter. He was sick of this, so he ran. He probably shouldn't have, but he didn't give a damn at that minute. He wanted to get away, he wanted to get away from you. And he certainly didn't wanna stand by and get scolded for trying to help again.

He slammed the door so hard on his way out, making you flinch even more as your knees became weak, giving out under you.

How could your relationship even survive this?

Eddie drove until he couldn't see the road anymore through his tears. He was so mad. He didn't know if he was mad at himself, or if he was mad at you or the situation in itself. No, that was a lie. He hated himself so fucking bad. He used your past against you in the split of a fucking second, and he knew what everyone else in your life has ever done when you've opened up to them.

Eddie needed help. He needed help to say sorry to you. To show you how much he hated what he had done to you, but he couldn't turn around now. He needed time away to clear his head, and he knew someone who was good at listening when he needed it to. He just wished that he wouldn't turn his back on Eddie now that he needed it the most.

And you didn't know what to do. You have no idea how long you stood there completely frozen in time. You flinched when the door slammed after Eddie, and when you came to yourself again, the dark outside had started lightened slightly. The sun was on her way up, and you blinked away the last few tears that were stuck in your eyes as you shuddered slightly from the cold around you.

You felt the urge to do something. You could feel your brain getting darker and darker. You couldn't think clearly as your legs carried you to the door, locking it, before they carried you to the kitchen, picking up the pain killers after the accident Eddie had a few months back, and into the bathroom. You started the water before you laid down in the bathtub, wanting to end it all.

"You need to show her you're sorry, man, nothing else works" Steve said as he choked on a bit of smoke from the cigarette he was smoking as Eddie's leg bounced where he sat, dumping another cigarette into the ashtray as he lit another.

"I don't know how, I feel as if I ruined everything"

"I know, but you love her, don't you? You didn't really mean what you said, did you?" Steve asked carefully, not wanting to trigger Eddie as he saw how of a fragile state Eddie was in.

He just shook his head as he inhaled almost half of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke.

"No, but it was so out of pocket of me to say that shit man"

"Listen, I don't know what to tell you, because I don't know what you actually told her, but I know for a fact that she loves you. She has never opened up to anyone like she has done you, Eddie, and the way she looks at you, oh man, that's the purest form of love I've seen in ages"

This made Eddie relax just a tiny bit. But he had this feeling deep down in his gut that there was nothing to fix soon if he didn't hurry home to show you how sorry he was.

"You sure?" he asked Steve as he looked at him, dumping the cigarette into the ashtray as he jumped up from the couch, pacing back and forth.

Steve just nodded at him, giving him a smile.

"Shit, I really need to get home" Eddie said as he looked out the window. Seeing the sun creeping up between the trees in the backyard, as Steve ushered him out the door.

"Save her. Save your relationship. Please." Steve added as Eddie nodded, running to his car as he drove home again.

Something was terribly wrong. He could feel it.

And he wasn't wrong. The entire floor of the trailer was filled with water as he entered. Shit, shit, shit.

He ran to the bathroom, but you weren't there. Fuck. This was not good.

Little did he know that you were at the hospital when he came home. You were on the phone with Robin before you went into the bathroom. Robin became so scared for you, she begged Nancy to drive her to you so she could check up on you. You didn't sound like yourself, and something about the entire call made Robin feel uneasy about it all. And she was right. There was something wrong. She was just happy you had given her and Nancy each their own key to the trailer, so she was able to lock herself in. But the sight of you in the bathtub was not something she was ready for.

"Nance, help me!" she screamed at Nancy which was just outside the door, since Robin said she wanted to check on you herself.

Nancy came bargin in the bathroom door as Robin struggled to get you out of the bathtub, storming to help her.

"We need to get her to the hospital!"

Nancy checked for your pulse, and it was there, but faintly. If it weren't for them coming at the time they did, you would've been long gone by now.

"Steve, she's not here, and the entire trailer is filled with water from the bathtub!" Eddie exclaimed into the phone, making Steve whince slightly from how loud he spoke.

"Calm down, you sure she's not in the trailer?"

"Yes, for fuck sake man! This trailer ain't that god damn big!" he was starting to get angry now, and it pissed him off that Steve was so calm about it all. If only Eddie knew how stressed Steve actually was. But he couldn't show Eddie he was, or else he would freak out even more.

He needed to know where you were, and that fast.

"Tried asking Robs?" Steve said calmly. Shit, how have he not thought of calling Robin or Nancy, your two best friends. But out of everyone, he called fucking Steve. Which he knew didn't know where you were.

"Let me call Robs, and you call Nance, okay?" Steve said calmly, and Eddie nodded into the phone, not thinking about the fact that Steve couldn't see him.

"Shit, yes, bye" he ushered as he hang up the phone, on his way to call Nancy as the phone rang before he could dial her number.

"I don't have time for thi..."

"She's here" Hopper said into the phone, abruptly stopping Eddie from barking more into the phone.

"Where's here?"

"Hospital" Hopper announced as the line went dead. Eddie was already on his way to the hospital, his eyes foggy with tears as he could barely focus on the road. Shit, get your shit together, get to her in one piece.

Fuck, this was not good.

He barely managed to stop his car at the hospital before he opened the door to barge into the hospital. He needed to know you were okay, and his mind was storming with emotions as he ran to the front desk, basically screaming your name to the nurse behind it.

She told him your room, a bit frightened of his outburst, and he almost flew through the corridor, onto the right floor as he stopped right in front of your door. Hoping for the absolute best to meet him when he opened the door.

Robin, Nancy and Hopper were there already when he opened the door. Go figure, but oh how happy he was to see them all. Hopper came towards him, with a sad look on his face as he catched a small glimpse of you in the bed, a tube down your throat to help you breathe as Nance and Robin held each of your hand on either side of the bed.

"She's stable, but she's not awake yet" Hopper said, barely loud enough for Eddie to notice what he said, but loud enough nonetheless before he let Eddie pass to you. His feet barely moving him forward as he took in the sight of you in the bed. The sight breaking his heart into thousand pieces. Nancy coming to his side to lead him to the side where she was sitting beside your bed.

"It's okay, Eds, we know what happened, Hopper told us"

But you didn't know how foul I was with her.

He sat down beside you as he took your hand into his own, rubbing soft circles on your palm as he tried to focus on not crying. Again.

"I'm so sorry baby, I should've never left you, I'm sorry" he whispered, biting back tears as he did.

He have no idea how long he sat there, just holding your hand, feeling the pulse of your heart beating, trying to relax and be happy that you were still alive. Still with him. He wanted to thank Robin and Nancy when they told him how they found you. But he just couldn't. He was so mad at himself for leaving you.

"I'm so fucking sorry, please, come back to me, please, please, please, I can't live without you princess, I'm so fucking sorry" he whispered through his tears, holding onto your hand.

He must have fallen asleep, which he didn't even remember, but he woke up, still holding onto your hand in the chair beside your bed. But he woke up from you removing your hand from his, which made him panic.

"Baby?" he spoke softly, noticing how you were looking around the room, your eyes barely open, but open enough to notice you were awake.

"Hi, I'm here, it's okay, you're safe" he said softly, lifting himself up from the chair slightly to hover over you to brush some loose strands of hair from your face, cupping your cheek when he was done, which made you whince away from him.

It hurt seeing you this startled, but he tried to keep his cool, remembering how you ended up there in the first place.

"It's me, it's Eds" he reassured you, which made you relax once you heard his voice.

You couldn't talk, but you wanted to. Your throat hurt, but you were happy to be staring into your boyfriend's eyes, a single tear running down your cheek, but he wiped it away carefully as he smiled at you.

"I'm here, and I'm not leaving, but I have to tell the nurses you're awake"

"Don't bother, already done" Hopper said from across the room as Eddie's head shot to the side where he was standing as a nurse came into the room to check on you.

"Good to see you're awake" the nurse said as she did her check up, replacing the tube in your throat with oxygen up your nose instead before leaving the room again to fetch a doctor or whatever. Eddie didn't care what she did, because you were back with him again. You were alive, and he promised himself to get better at watching out for you. He would never leave your side ever again after this.

"Fuck baby, never scare me like that again, please" Eddie begged softly, brushing your cheek as you leaned into his touch, welcoming the affection he was giving you.

"I'm so fucking sorry, for everything" he said after a while, his tears uncontrollable as he tried to compose himself. You groggily coming back to earth as your entire body shuddered with cold.

It took you some time to get back to yourself, but when you did, you couldn't do anything but to wrap your arms arounds Eddie's neck, crying into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" he cried with you, feeling such guilt it could strangle him alive. He felt awful for what he said to you, and he felt awful for leaving you when you needed him the most.

"You know I love you, right?" Eddie asked after a while, drying both your tears as he sat up, you scooting over in bed to make room for him, and he noticed what you wanted him to do.

He climbed into bed with you, letting you cuddle close to him, wrapping his arms around you as softly as he could as you let him embrace you.

"I'll leave you kids alone for a minute" Hopper announced before he left the room.

"I'm sorry" you spoke softly into Eddie's chest, which made him chuckle.

"You don't need to say sorry, princess, I was so in the wrong, and I regret it so fucking much." he said, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he inhaled the scent of you.

"I am truly fucking sorry for being a douchebag towards you. I should've known better, so sorry, it will never happen again, I promise you"

"I love you"

"I love you more" he said, before you fell asleep in his arms again, feeling as safe as ever.

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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I wanted you (S.R)

Warning(s); Angst!,Friends to Lovers trope,Mentions of fighting,Bucky being a supportive friend,kissing,Kinda fluff?.

Pairing(s); Steve Rogers x Bestfriend! Fem! Reader.

Summary; a rough mission leads to emotions arising between you and your best friend.

A/n; ahhhh idk how I feel abt this?? I hope people like it-

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You gasped when the building came tumbling down. You could see it on the screen in front of you Tony screaming into the ear piece had your head feeling light. “Bucky? Bucky! Where’s Steve! Bucky! Was Steve in the building?” Tony rang off “yes!” That’s was it, that’s all you could take you took the earpiece out and walked out leaving pepper and Maria standing there.

Steve was your bestfriend he had been your bestfriend for a long time,close to the whole time he’s been apart of the avengers. You loved him. You loved him. He was a sweetheart how could you not? You fell for him, days turned into months that you’d felt like this and now..now it could all be for nothing. You felt strangled,like everything was caving in, you had to get out.

Bucky rushed towards the rumble of concrete throwing pieces left and right but it wasn’t gonna help, wasn’t gonna get him out from under it any quicker. “For Fucks sake” Nat said pulling bucky’s attention. There Steve was face dirty and bleeding as he limped towards the rest of the team. “Fucking hell! You punk! We thought you died!” Bucky cursed at him urging Steve to chuckle “nah, net yet” Bucky and nat helped him back to the quinjet.

After getting patched up on the jet Steve wanted nothing more then to call you, talk to you. You were his safe space, his comfort, his blanket in the cold. You were what he needed but his mind fell back to the argument the pair of you had before he left.

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“Are you joking? Steve! If I wanted him I’d have him! I don’t!” Steve crossed his arms “he’s my best friend I think I can tell when he’s swooning! Plus you’ve been spending hours together a day!” He huffed. “You’re accusing me of sleeping with your best-friend I wouldn’t do that! He’s your friend! He’s not even my type!” You barked out hands rested on your hips. “I’m not stupid y/n! I can tell when you’re fucking someone!” You groaned “I’m not fucking him steven! Believe me I don’t want him anywhere near my naked body!” He scoffed “yeah sure, whatever” you signed and ran a hand through your hair.

“Steve I’m serious I’m not sleeping with him! Why’re even so upset about it?” He shrugged “because, he’s been through enough and I don’t need two of my friends hurting each other” you rolled your eyes “so what? One second I’m not good enough and then the next I’m hurting him?” Steve shook his head “that’s not what I’m saying!” You sighed “whatever, fuck you rogers” you said shoving past him as you walked from the meeting room.

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Steve sighed tucking his phone back into his pocket. “Why don’t you call her?” Bucky asked from next to him. “Because I don’t think she wants to talk to me” Bucky chuckled “course she does punk, you don’t see the way she looks at you” Steve raised his eyebrow at his friend. “She looks at you like you’re all that matters, like you’re the air she breathes, like you’re the one thing she needs to live” Steve shook his head waving Bucky off “what? No she doesn’t” “yes she does! Even sam sees it!” Bucky defended “yeah, you run that girls world man” “see!” Bucky said and Steve shook his head.

“I ruined the chances” Bucky patted his friends shoulder “I don’t think you did, just try to fix it. Maybe tell her you love her” Steve rolled his eyes. “Dude, you suck at hiding your feelings. Around them sure but us? Just be honest you love her, you want her.” Sam said and Steve sighed. “I’ve never felt like this, it’s completely different then Peggy.” Bucky smiled “that’s a good thing!” Steve sighed. “Really think I can fix it?” Both of his friends nodded “apologize and actually mean it” Bucky said “and then tell her you’re head over heels in love with her” sam added and they all three chuckled “okay, maybe not that. But tell her she means a lot to you” “or kiss her, sometimes just kissing them works” sam said and Bucky shook his head at the man.

Steve got changed into some comfortable clothes, Grey sweats and a t-shirt. When he walked into the lab you weren’t there “Pep, where’s y/n?” He asked and pepper shrugged “I’ve no clue, she ran out earlier and hasn’t come back” Steve nodded “well, can you tell her I’m looking for her” she nodded. Steve walked out towards the main balcony the soft led lights Peter put in illuminated his face.

“Well? Did you tell her?” Sam asked and Steve shook his head “she’s not here” Bucky looked surprised. “What? Where’d she go?” He asked and Steve shrugged “they don’t know, just said she ran off” Sam rubbed Steve’s arm in a comforting way “I’m sure you’ll get to tell her soon man” Steve sighed heavily. “It’s like now that I’m gonna tell her my heart won’t stop pounding so loudly”

Bucky chuckled “yeah, love will do that to you” sam nodded in agreement “it’s different, she’ll make your throat go dry when she wears things or does things, she’ll be the only girl you can stare at in a room of them” Bucky nodded “you’ll whole world will evolve around her, she’ll have you wrapped around her finger in the best way. It’s what love does, it makes us crazy” Steve nodded and smiled.

“Steve!!” Your voice pulled Steve’s attention as you slid to a stop at the balcony door. “Oh my god.” You huffed and he walked towards you “I thought you died- the building it- how are you- I’m so sorry- I-” your rambling was cut off by him kissing you. His hands gripped your waist jerking you to his chest as his lips devour yours. Your hands slowly fell flat against his chest as the shock of it wore off. You whined into his mouth which he swallowed down as his hands shifted to cup your face.

“See! Told you, just kiss her” Sam said looking over at Bucky who just scoffed and rolled his eyes smiling at his pair of friends. “What do you know about women?” Bucky huffed. “Well, seeing as how I wasn’t born in the 40’s probably more then you” sam defended and Bucky chuckled.

Steve finally pulled away his lips were puffed and pink as were yours “I love you” he painted and you smiled at him “yeah?” You asked and he nodded panting “yeah…a lot” you giggled and kissed him once more “I love you too.” Steve felt relief wash over him and you finally brought your attention to the two men staring at you. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you turned to hide your face in Steve’s chest.

“About fuckin’ time!” Sam cheered only deepening your blush. “Okay, okay enough” Steve said and chuckled as he leaned down to kiss your head. He smiled at your red cheeks holding you close to his chest.

#fem reader #steve rogers #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst

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lovelywhiteroses · 6 months

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Could you write a little dynamic with Ashton x MC and Ashino from PPB? Like, Ashton and MC are on a date and Ashino is a third wheel?

✨🌹Of course!🌹✨

Though I’m assuming what you mean by Ashino is actually the preppy version of Ashton. I did search them up and I did see that version so hopefully I’m right. Cause I’ll it ever explained in the dirty demo is that he is Ashton so hopefully I’m correct on this.

The third party

Ashton x Reader

You and Ashton were on your 4th date. Luckily after everything you two did discuss boundaries and came to an agreement. The preppy version of him seemed too proper for your liking. You called him Ashino so the two could know who your talking to. Ashton and you we’re enjoying your date until a familiar figure came in. “Hey I didn’t know you guys were also here.” You two looked behind you to see Ashino. Ashton obviously didn’t want him here and you could tell. “Uh hey… why are you here?” Ashino chuckled a bit. “Why, I’m just taking a walk. It’s a lovely day out, wouldn’t wanna miss an opportunity to go outside and enjoy the day when it’s fresh.” You could tell he wasn’t out here for the nice day or just for a walk. If he did he probably wouldn’t be here.. in a place where you and Ashton obviously hang out and talk after a quick lunch or a nice walk around. “Yeah, but we’re both kinda in the middle of something.” Ashton though his hair covered his face could send a glare towards him. He knew his game and was not about to ruin his date with you for that. Of course Ashino obviously knew what he was getting at and decided to play it off as casually as possible. “Oh no worries I’m aware of your little date. I’m simply here to say hello.” Ashino gave a gentle smile only to cover his true intentions. “Is that so?…” Ashton could feel his blood boil at even seeing his smug smile. Every time he thinks he’s going to get you he eventually ends up with the ‘we’re just friends’ trope. Which makes him laugh. You were obviously not gonna ditch him for this guy. “Ahem! I believe me and Ashton should continue our date. The day is still young you know?” You took Ashton’s hand and walked away with him. Throughout the whole date you both ran into Ashino. What a twist.. you and Ashton were obviously not gonna get a single second of peace until he left both of you alone, which obviously wasn’t gonna happen. So the both of you came up with a plan to make him leave, by faking a proposal. It was only your 4th date but it might work. Plus his reaction would probably be funny. When you two gone to a place which was obviously where Ashino was, not to mention beautiful. You and Ashton gone though with the plan. “Oh Ashton! This place is absolutely gorgeous. Why would you bring me here?” You say trying to keep yourself from laughing. Ashton would clear his throat from both nervous and to keep himself composed. “I’ve brought you here to ash a VERY important question.” Ashton got down on one knee. You pulled out a fake surprised gasp. You both could feel Ashino’s glare from here. “Will you do me the honors in marrying me?” Ashton was now trying so hard not to laugh. Before you could say anything another voice came in. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Ashino came out from where he was fuming with anger. “ITS TOO EARLY! NOT TO MENTION YOU TWO ARE ONLY ON YOUR 4TH DATE AND I-!” Before he could finish you both started to laugh. Causing him to be confused. “W-Why are you both laughing?! This is no laughing matter!” He then looked at the supposed ring. It was just the plastic ring Ashton had. Ashino’s face heated up in embarrassment, he realized he just fell for a prank. He then just walked away feeling embarrassed. You and Ashton high five each other and continue on with your date. With nonstop talking about how funny it was. Needless to say. Your date wasn’t a complete failure. You got a laugh out of it. And you were glad.

Hopefully the 5th date will be better.

✨🌹A lovely congratulations to this anon for being the first ever request on my account. I hope you all also enjoy this as well. I love you all! And don’t forget to love yourselves.🌹✨

#picture perfect boyfriend #picture #perfect #boyfriend #Ashton #ppb Ashton #picture perfect #scenario #scenarios writing #writing scenarios #scenarios

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kyogre-blue · 7 months

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SS continues. Seteth is handsome and I think I would be okay with this normally, but I played VW first and Claude was cuter.

Not to be mean, but that's pretty much literally the only difference so far. Off screen Claude even supporting character magics us into getting the same reinforcements in the same place and going to the same next map. (I tell Seteth I want to go to the Kingdom this time. Seteth says no. I feel like at least Claude didn't pretend I had options. Did I just agree with him on everything...? That is also possible.)

It's kind of... even some of Seteth's lines don't seem to be intended for him. I heard from interview that SS was written first, so I figured that playing it would make VW feel like a reskin, but I dunno if it's the order I did them in, but tbh VW so far feels a more "natural" progression, Edelgard stuff aside.

Aside from that, using church units on the church route has some funny effects like that one general going "your army of children," but I'm actually... using almost entirely adults...

Live blogging notes:

Oh, I didn't notice, but the "village" where we wake up is in ruins. There are burnt remnants and half-collapsed brick walls in the background.

Interesting point: I didn't keep track of the months before, but now I see we fell asleep in March 1181 but wake up in December 1185. I kinda thought it would be the same months, but it's not.

Edelgard's tone at the reunion is...... hum. Not very emotive? Don't get me wrong, Claude doesn't exactly get worked up much either, but Edelgard has a lot more personal stakes in all this, and she should really have a deeper investment in regard to Byleth. It was like this when they parted ways in Garreg Mach too.

Edelgard says "friend from our Black Eagle days have chosen to join me in the fight ahead." But that's... hum. First, why is it a fight ahead for her? She's been fighting for 5 years and is winning, according to the info dump. Second, did the students actually join her? I got them all killed, so I won't know either way, but my impression is that this is not actually the case to begin with.

Edelgard is using a wavy sword... Levin Sword?

Kinda meh sword battle scene.

The fact that Edelgard is older than Byleth now... haha. Claude switches to calling you "my friend" but Edelgard is still pushing the teacher angle.

The info dumps about the political situation post timeskip are slightly different all around, but the only real difference seems to be that Lorenz leads the Empire supporter faction in the Alliance, which iirc was not the case in VW. That checks out. Dimitri is still presumed dead and Faerghus is a Dukedom.

Flayn says she forgot something at the Holy Mausoleum, where we meet up with her... Not sure what this is about. (Update: She and Seteth hang around there later too. Really not sure why.)

SS savefile has the banner I presume Claude also makes you use in VW - kinda blue-grey background with a pink Crest of Flames.

Lol, I killed everyone, but the chapter crawl still says students from the Black Eagle house are working with the Church. Instead I recruited all the Church units, so they show up to help in the new month.

War phase SS has the same monastery music and yellow skybox as VW. Kinda disappointed, tbh. I was (vainly) hoping that each route would get something a little different.

I did notice that they have wooden construction equipment type structures in a lot of places, which I didn't realize before. I guess it's supposed to show how the monastery is in a rundown, damaged state, but even seeing it, I don't think it works too well.

Shamir says that Dagda was "destroyed" ten years ago.

Seteth has been refusing Hanneman's requests for 21 years. So even though Flayn came to the monastery very recently, Seteth has been around for long enough that his physical age is going to start looking weird lol (his info on Serenes Forest says he's physically 27). Notably though, he and Jeralt didn't know each other (iirc), so based on the timeline, Seteth came pretty much immediately after Jeralt faked Byleth's death and disappeared. I wonder if it was because Rhea would have been "in a state" about Byleth's supposed death (and the loss of Sothis's crest stone).

There are no records of anyone except Seteth having a Major Crest of Cichol. In fact, it seems like there's probably no one who has a crest of Cichol at all. Seteth says he is a commoner and has no idea how he ended up with a crest. Hanneman when Byleth says the exact same thing, while being just as sus:

There's some cliff rubble on the monastery defense map... looks like there was a rockslide during the Imperial attack.

The fact that I've forgotten half of VW already is making this a little more tolerable, but looking at the chapter list for VW, we did have a monastery defense map before going to get Judith's troops, and in SS we are...... also going to get Judith's troops.

There's some snippets about how Judith and Daphnel have mostly remained out of Imperial attention and how Judith is a devout follower of the Seiros faith, but tbh it feels out of place here compared to VW.

Oh, there's a spy. Man, was this in VW? I remember nothing.

I've seen this mentioned in fic, but the quest for the Almyran merchant in disguise mentions a Nader bear (which is an Armored Bear Stuffy in your inventory). The thing you give him is "Zoltan's Beast Idol" that mentions the famous craftsman Zoltan who was believed to have made only weapons. I wonder if there's some weapon in the game that was made by him?

Seteth repeats the legend about Ailell being caused by the goddess's wrath after a battle there long ago. Which... is a weird thing, given that he should theoretically know the actual cause -- Agarthan missiles getting deflected from the monastery by the protections on the Holy Tomb.

Oh, Judith suggests she's helping because Claude asked her to. My sus man <3

Reiterating that the Oghma mountains are to the south of the monastery and between it and the Empire. You can't enter the monastery from the Empire directly. You have to go through the Kingdom or the Alliance.

Why do they give you the choice between east and west approaches?? I picked west because I already saw the Alliance stuff, but Seteth just directly shoots you down...

Claude continues to be a proper side character by giving us a way to get into the Empire through the Alliance. "I don't know exactly why, but I feel that I can trust you," my dude, it's because you are a side character who exists to fill the needs of the plot. It's the damn bridge again. SIGH

Also, I was worried for a moment when I couldn't talk to Ashe, but apparently you don't need to. Just kill him and he magically survives. There isn't even a little scene about him coming back or anything...?

#playing fire emblem

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askfallenroyalty · 2 years

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What do you think the Fell and Swap versions of your AU would be like?

[has alt id]

I've actually done a swap before, like, in 2019 i think? idk. i haven't touched the concept in years and i already work on a different swap take and don't wanna dwell on this one. It was cute? didn't do much with the concept so idk. more of a role swap than personality swap tho.

ok so like, i tried to stick to canon underfell lore for plot but kept it to AFR's logic and characterizations

i could go into what lore I set up here but I actually don't wanna dwell too much on this au cause i kinda... adore it a lot and I don't wanna make it into a bigger thing to dwell on. i got other stuff to focus on and i'll probably regret not writing it down but. whatever. it is what it is it is.

for clarity: the kids are aged slighty older than their UT-verse counterparts because this take would be a lot more graphic/darker than canon. this Flowey/Asriel, being older before dying, came out as trans before Chara fell instead of on the surface like in AFR.

lastly: the cast doesn't really understand the circumstances as well as they do in UT (partly because I don't know how canon UF ends???) and they stay in the ruins a lot longer and don't go to the surface even with the barrier breaking(?) Monsters uh. probably... don't want to go the surface right off from being so fearful.

#doodles #ooc #undertale au #blood #idk what to tag skin rashes as sorry #the blood tag is for frisk's head bandage

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rainbowchaox · 1 year

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Monster of the week ranchers au part 3: Episode Concepts

Some of these ideas came from @hybbat and I conversations about this au. So some of these ideas come from our convro

1. Homecoming Gone Wrong: This is one of the ideas that hybbat helped create. Pretty much this episode involves Jimmy and Tango going to homecoming. This episode is at the stage of their relationship where both have massive crushes on each other but also very close friends. That gray area of platonic and romantic. Anyways Tango loans a suit from scam artist immortal heavily in decades ages worth of debt High vampire scott. Mainly because their whole romance story is Jimmy trying to flirt monster and Tango trying to flirt human. Anyways once they have a romantic slow dance and about to confess their feeling because Grian is still early development and having petty emotions about Jimmy being the chosen one and because he was honestly running for his life brings the monster to the dance causing people to run off. Tango monsters out and beats up the monster and runs off into the woods with a ripped af suit on him. Jimmy follows and they dance after a emotional heart to heart. They dance in a clearing in the woods full of native wild flowers and fireflies. Whatever next episode is has scott trying to get his money back from tango because of the ruined suit. He is a very in debt and poor vampire.

2. Love Smells Sweet: Pretty much a creepy transfer student that is secretly literally a queen bee monster kinda brainwashes the whole school that isn’t supernatural to love her. This includes our protagonist Jimmy until Tango puts his hands on his cheeks and wakes him up from the queen bee thrall. Tango spends most of the episode jealous at first but that quickly becomes concern because the girl was directing the whole student body like servants. Eventually Jimmy and Tango beat up the queen bee. Tango calls Jimmy honey as part of his puns. Also called her a literal honey trap. Tango is on his pun game this episode.

3. Pet Cemetery? More Like Friend Cemetery: This is the episode that we are actually introduced to Shelby as a actual character instead of someone we tend to see in the background of episodes. Pretty much we are shown that recently she found out she is a witch of a hella strong witch bloodline but literally no one trained her. Her grandma passed away and gave her the family spell book. Anyways her pet dog dies and so she attempts to do necromancy. But spoiler the place she buried her dog was also a unmarked grave of a woman aka Cleo. So now she has a zombie on her hands. Eventually they become besties by the end of the episode but that’s the conflict.

4. Men In Black is Overrated: Jimmy and co go to the movies to watch one about aliens and secret government orgs that deal with them. Cue them making fun of said men in black trope. It was all fun and games until doppelgängers decided that clone themselves into men in blacks. Doppelgängers in a form will act like that form so now a squad of doppelgängers men in black is trying to catch Tango to dissect him. This is the episode where Jimmy saves Tango. But yes this is the episode where Tango goes through the ringer.

5. Witchcraft for the idiot lesbian: The second episode that involves Shelby. This is afterwards we see clues she is crushing on Kathrine. Pretty much whenever she tries to flirt with Kathrine or what not. Her gay panic is so strong she made her school go into a hell like dimension because she embrassed herself in front of her crush. Eventually she gets her big girl pants on and teams up with her crush to kill the monsters that appeared in the hell dimension the school fell into. Cue Kathrine after they return back to reality kisses her on the cheek and Shelby literally is so happy she floats. She literally has to be dragged back to the ground by Cleo before the episode ends.

6. The Red Stalker of the Woods: The Episode that introduces our feral good boy Tango! It’s very early season so Jimmy is still very much fighting tooth and nail against his destiny. It’s starts out with Fwhip waking up in his posh cabin seeing a monster ripping off his fridge door and taking all the food inside. Fwhip runs out like a dumbass in a rain storm getting chased by said monster before fainting. In actuality Fwhip was getting hunted by something else and the monster was your bear like cryptid that will steal all your food was trying to save his dumb ass. Plot continues and people start talking about “The Red Stalker” and how he’s so dangerous despite the fact no human actually got hurt. Eventually Jimmy has to get involved but Jimmy sorta knows that whatever the red stalker that’s in front of him (When he sees Tango he is full monster) is like not harmless but doesn’t want to hurt him so he tackles hugs Tango causing him to change into his main form which is mostly human. And that’s when Tango falls in love. Jimmy probs gives him chips or whatever food he had on him. Jimmy goes home and then wakes up to butfuck in the morning to see that Tango followed him home and Tango just sorta stays at Jimmy house since then. He lives in the attic. Tango wants to protect the human his dumbass fell in love with at first tackle hug.

7. Nature isn’t nice: Pretty much scar rich posh family that likes to delve into the forbidden magics. Summons a nature spirit in order to like steroid the crops of the town. But because it’s scar family who does forbidden magics they corrupted the poor spirit so now it’s thirsts for BLOOD. Imagine Jimmy and co like a ghost buster with a weed wacker and pesticide. Eventually they break in and unsummons the poor thing.

8. Scooby Doo! But add MURDER: Martyn the son of the mayor invites all of the school to his house to have a costume party during Halloween season. But a real monster actually snuck into the party. Cue a intense game of mafia with actual stakes. Jimmy was just happy to be invited to a party for once but now he has to play detective.

9. Demonic Possession! Just Add Water: Fwhip like he is prone to do decides to do Quija while he was plastered causing him to get possessed by a demon. Causing Jimmy and Sausage mainly to make the most shittiest excorism to get it out of him. Note to Jimmy: Red Crayon is good in exorcisms.

10. Haunting? Nah my place just has a CO2 Leak: One of the few episodes that Follow Skizzleman instead of him being a background character that acts as sorta a gag character. His house is definitely haunted and he has the main characters over for movie night and despite the blood on the walls and the wailing ghost he refuses to believe his place is haunted. Nah it’s just a old house. Nah the pipes are shitty. Nah probs the CO2 poisoning, causing Jimmy and co to act like a therapist to the poltergeist because no matter what he does it does not scare Skizzleman at all.

11. Monster hunting for Teen Girls: The episode that follows the day to day life of Kathrine. I sorta imagined it being like diary vibes. Like glitter pen subtitles on screen. And it just shows her being at school and being a monster hunter and depending on where in the show this is at she could be having a milkshake date with Shelby as well.

12. The Public Library that wasn’t there yesterday: The Mayor cuts cost so much that they almost shut down the public library. But spooky one day there’s a new library. But the thing is any book you decide to get effects your daily life. This obviously caused loads of chaos. Eventually it’s turned out that the librarian got into a pact with a eldritch god to make sure the kids have a library in their lives. Because of budget cuts. Which Jimmy was just like fair

13. Women of Shadow Lake: This is the episode where Joel managed to find a eldritch tome and summon the Women of Shadow Lake aka Lizzie aka a eldritch lake being. And he falls in love causing him to try to protect her from Jimmy. Jimmy leaves him alone.

14. The Strange Mr Pix: A episode that follows Jimmy and his classmates trying to figure out what the fuck is their history teacher aka Mr Pix. His mom van is full of magical artifacts. He appears randomly. Tango even comments on that he is more of a cryptid then himself a actual cryptid. Anyways Pix may or may not be involved with the town secret society, a cult, part of the goverment, or immortal. It’s up to viewer to theorize.

15. The Sentient Arcade: Arcade that gains sentience because of supernatural bs that traps gamers into the game. Jimmy did not have a good time. He now refuses to go to the arcade because of this event.

16. Beasts and Best-friends: BigB sees that his best friend is acting werid. Turns out he’s a werewolf and BigB gets accidentally turned. So now they are beasts and bffs. Jimmy really needs to sleep and stop getting involved into supernaturals relationships.

17. Theatre is Dying: Joey gets the role of Captain Hook in the school play of Peter Pan and then gets harassed by the ghost of Oli. This is the episode where the dark secrets of the town start to unravel.

18. Finals and Freaks: Ok so a group of students at Jimmy school in order to cheat at their finals start to abuse a legit magical 8 ball. The magical 8 ball has major side effects. Each time it’s used the user gets more monstrous. So Jimmy has to somehow do his math final in the same room with like 4 monsters out for his blood.

19. Stairs in the woods: just my favorite urban legend. People start going missing and Jimmy has to investigate. And Jimmy gets trapped in a alternate world for a bit.

20. Lights in the water: The swimming pool of the school suddenly has lights in the water. Spoiler- a giant angler fish that can be invisible in water is living in it. One of the monsters that Jimmy legit has nightmares of.

#team rancher #rancher duo #au #solidaritek #double life jimmy #double life tango #Monster of the week rancher au

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shinsouscatpisssmell · 8 months

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𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Other woman

An:// just some cute headcannons I kept thinking of and some trope pics I found on Pinterest 🦭💕 currently working on part 4 so enjoy

♡ Relationship♡

After you met, you both kept in contact meeting up for mini outings when she wasn’t busy with work

Ria fell for you first. Try to deny it or write it off as you being like her younger sister

Even though she fell first. You confessed first (by accident! As she over hears your conversation with Atsumu on the phone)

Sometimes you feel guilty for falling for her as you still feel you ruined her marriage so she reassures you a lot

Literally a prince in princess attire. Protects you from everything and anyone that will hurt ( when she got wind of the voicemail suna left she called her team of lawyers to find the best strategy to sue him)

You’re the strawberry gf to her goth gf 💕

She always wears pants or short skirts. Leaves the dresses to you until you beg her to match with you.

Very flirty. Any and everywhere she will drop a flirtatious comment just to see you get flustered.

The roles only reverse when you hype her up when she dresses up with you

She was there for you during your pregnancy. Had moments where she would talk to the twins in your belly about anything.

Calls you her ‘fairy’ because you’ve granted every wish she could want.

Atsumu theorize that the babies are actually rai’s by saying she is the alpha and you’re an omega. Osamu doesn’t disagree with it

You two live together. Have embellished everything with your initials.

You two came up with the baby names together

Call each other on lunch breaks and if have time eat together over the phone.

Ria waits outside your work with small gifts (she doesn’t let you know it’s leading up to the proposal)

You’re both so deeply in love that others get blinded by the smallest things you do 💕

✿friend group before Ria✿

Met when younger. You saw them playing volleyball and told them they looked stupid.

Fought several days and nights after that since you lived two houses over. Literally went out there way just to see you on the way to school just to mess with you

When the beef was settled found out you had a lot more in common and became trouble makers.

Fight and protect one for one another. If someone makes a comment you’re ready to set their houses on fire and come up with the cover stories

Out of the 3 osamu is the chill one (until him and Atsumu fight)

The twins cried when they found out you were not taking care of yourself after the whole suna ordeal.

When the gender was found out Atsumu wore nothing but pink for a month until his coach made him change into his uniform and osamu made all the onigiri pink (kinda like that Burger King Halloween burger 💀)

♡After Ria joined the group✿

Gags eveytime the witness you guys do something lovey dovey

We’re a little skeptical of the relationship at first but got over it when they saw Ria was serious

Did a 3 hour interrogation before the first date in Ria

Calls Ria the twins maddy (mom-daddy) since she has literally been there since the beginning and has been taking the role parental role

The twins let her in on all your dirty secrets of the past

All had a hand in picking out the babies nursery

The twins helped Ria plan out the proposal two months prior.

#x chubby reader #x plus size reader #x reader #oc x self insert #oc x y/n #oc x you #🥹 this is honestly so cute

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gummydummy19 · 2 years

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Birthday Blues

Request: “Ok, so either Chris or Steve is in London for his birthday and he has a mission or a premier event to go to and you’re waiting at the hotel for him and you’re birthday present to him is you in a baby blue sexy lingerie and sexy times happen. 💙💙” by @iloveprettyboysblog

Summary: Steve gets sent on a mission to London with his birthday right around the corner, ofcourse he’s disappointed he can’t spent his birthday with his best girl, so you decide to go and surprise him in the best way possible.

Content Warning: Steve and reader are in an established relationship,(graphic)smut (literally just pure porn sorry there’s barely any plot lol), hyperspermia (yup, I went there.), a bit of teasing, fluff, cursing, I think thats about it.

A/N: Thank you for the request, hun! I hope it’s kind of what you had in mind. IM SO SORRY IF THIS TURNED OUT TOO FILTHY… I got kinda carried away with the smut lmao.

Word Count: 2300+

“Hi there, Captain.” you smiled at him.

Steve stopped dead in his tracks. Mouth hanging open as the door fell shut behind him. There you were, the love of his life, covered in nothing but elegant baby blue lace and halfway across the world just to be with him on his birthday.

“Happy Birthday.” you whispered with a lovesick smile on your face.

Steve didn’t reply. He didn’t move. In fact, he looked like he didn’t even breathe anymore for a second.

“c’me ‘ere, Stevie.” You giggled quietly, outstretching your arm trying to coax him to come closer.

Like a sailor entranced by a siren, Steve felt like he was floating towards the bed. Sitting down next to you on the mattress with a little bounce. He looked you up and down for a second, and when his hands moved towards your shoulders, his fingertips softly trailed down your arms, the pads of his fingers barely even touched the skin, but it was enough to confirm that you were real, you were here. That’s when he finally spoke.

“Holy shit.”

That was all he could manage for now, as he was still drinking in your beautiful body, decorated in his favorite color.

His voice was deep and raspy. A combination of the exhaustion, the drowsy London weather and the insane amount of arousal he was feeling right now. The sound of his voice mixed with his gentle touches left goosebumps on your skin.

“Are you cold?” He asked, finally looking into your eyes. You knew his question came from genuine concern, and you thought it was adorable that there was actually a part of him that genuinely thought your trails of goosebumps and erected nipples were the result of low temperature.

You suppressed a giggle as you leaned in and nipped on his ear before you sensually whispered, “No, Steve…”

“wha-oh…oh” his confused frown only lasted for a second as you took his hand and guided it towards the wetness in between your legs.

“I think it’s time for you to unwrap your birthday present, don’t you?”

You saw a light switch in his eyes the second he felt your sticky wet arousal on his fingers, he damn near growled before jumping you. You couldn’t help but yelp as Steve pushed you down on the white fluffy sheets and crawled on top of you.

When he finally crashed his lips down on yours, you let out a pleased moan, letting your eyes fall shut as you enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips on yours and his rough hands roaming all over your body.

“Oh baby you look so good like this.” He almost growled, although the expression on his face seemed more like a whine. He looked ruined already, desperate for your touch, for you love, for you.

“And you’re wearing too many clothes.” you said, fumbling with his belt. “Take it off! OFF!” you whined, impatiently tugging on his sweater.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at your impatience as he sat up, took off his sweater and threw it on the floor. He loved the fact that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you. You proved that yet again by gawking at his chest the second his shirt came off.

“Feels like it’s my birthday too.” you joked, tugging him on top of you again.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” he breathed.

“Ive missed your smell.” he whispered as he started pressing kissing down your neck, inhaling your scent in the meantime.

“I’ve missed your warmth.” His kisses went lower, traveling down the valley of your breast down to your stomach.

“And I’ve missed your…laugh.” he nipped at your skin once more before blowing raspberries on your belly, making you burst out in a laughing fit.

“STEEEVEEEE! Cut it out!!!” you giggled while he slowed down, returning to soft pecs against your sensitive skin, he let out a chuckle of his own.

“You know what I’ve missed the most, though?” he asked, looking up at you with his beautiful eyes, the ones that usually sparkled so blue but where now blown with lust, leaving you speechless. You shook your head no, chewing on the tip of your thumb.

“Your taste.”

And with that, he nuzzled in between your thighs, prying them open to give him more access. He started off with some teasing kissed over the panties, a few in the middle and then one straight on your clit, blowing a little so you felt his hot breath through the clot.

“Fuck Stevie don’t tease…” you begged.

“It’s my birthday baby, I can do whatever the hell I like.”

When he finally pushed your panties to the side, he was greeted with the wettest pussy he had seen in his life.

“Shit, baby I haven’t even properly touched you yet.” He stated before he slowly circled your entrance with the pad of his finger, dipping in just enough for your slick to coat his digit (and to get your hopes up.) But before you could so much as enjoy the feeling of his finger inside you, he pulled back, making you groan out in disappointment.

“Steveeee…what are you doing??” you whined.

“thoroughly enjoying my birthday treat, baby.” He replied with a smirk before bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking it clean.

“Hmmm.” he moaned at your taste. “Even better than birthday cake.”

Your cheeks turned bright red at his filthy yet somehow sweet display. You tried covering your glowing face with your hands, but Steve immediately protested.

“oh no you don’t.” he surged upward and pinned your hands above your head.

“Steve…”

“Don’t you dare be embarrassed with me. Not when you came all this way to sit in my room looking like an absolute fantasy and drive me crazy.”

“You really think I look like a fantasy?”

“Sweetheart, you ARE my fantasy. I think about you all day long.”

“Oh yeah?” you grinned. “What do you think about?

“Hmmm..let’s see.” he started to crawl back down your body.

“I think about how pretty you look with your legs wrapped around my head.” As he spoke, he got rid of your panties and settled in between your thighs again.

“I think about how gorgeous you are when I eat your pussy.” he licked a long stripe up your dripping folds.

“How pretty you are when you cum on my fingers.”

His middle finger slipped inside of you, curling against your spot right away. All while he kept licking over the rest of your exposed pussy. Eventually adding a second finger and finding a rhythm in fingering you and nibbling on your clit.

Your hands tangled in his hair as you moaned out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck please, Steve, don’t stop!” you nearly screamed. “OH SHIT! You’re gonna make me cum! Steve! You’re gonna make me cum, I’m gonna cum! STEVE I’M CUMMING! STEVE!”

“Holy shit, baby.” Steve chuckled when he came back up for air after your rode out your orgasm. “You okay?”

“Are you KIDDING???” you asked, utterly shocked. “Come here!” you demanded, making grabby hands at him.

He chuckled once more before wiggling his way back up your body, where you nearly smothered him with kisses.

“It’s your birthday! I should be the one giving you killer orgasms.”

“The night is young isn’t it? Besides, your pleasure is my pleasure, babe.”

“Well your pleasure is about to increase a whole lot, mister! Lay down.”

“Sweetheart, you really don’t have to, we can just-”

“Shut it, Steve. I came all this way for your birthday and I’ll be damned if I don’t give my man at least one B-day blowjob!”

Okay, that made him laugh.

“Alright, alright!” he gave in, holding his hands up in defense. “If you insist.”

With a smirk on his face he laid back and tucked him arms behind his head, while you made work of unbuckling his belt and shoving off he pants. Although his smugness was short-lived, because the second your lips made contact with swollen dick, his whole body twitched.

“woAHLY HELL.”

His reaction made you raise your brow.

“Someone’s a little sensitive.” You pointed out.

“Yeah, well…I haven’t exactly…had time to, you know…take care of business, while i’ve been here.”

“Steve are you saying you haven’t cum since the last time we had sex?”

He ran his hands over his face while letting out a groan that told you all you needed to know.

“Stevie that was almost 3 weeks ago!”

“I’m aware of that!”

A giggle left your mouth before you could stop it. You didn’t mean to laugh at him, you really didn’t! But he was just so darn cute.

“Don’t you worry, Captain. Let me take care of it.” you said, before taking him in your mouth and slowly bobbing your head.

At first he let out a hiss and a couple moans, you could tell he was trying to ground himself with all he had.

“Good fucking god baby you’re so good at that…”

He let himself enjoy you for as long as he could, until you started taking him deeper, choking yourself on his cock as you tried to bring him the same amount of pleasure he had brought you a couple minutes prior.

“Baby, I’m warning you, the load I have in me right now is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before so I swear to god if you don’t st-OLY MOTHER OF GOD.”

Your nimble fingers playing with his balls nearly did him in.

“STOP STOP, FUCK BABY STOP!”

Pouting, you pulled off his cock, stopping all your movements immediately.

“Stevie, what’s wrong? You were close!”

“You don’t say!” he joked, still trying to catch his breath.

His face fell a little when he saw your worried, confused and slightly hurt expression, so he took your hands and reassured you.

“Baby, I swear that was the best blowjob I’ve had in my entire life! But I’ve never gone this long without busting a nut and I really just… I just wanna..”

“Just wanna what, Stevie?” You asked sweetly yet still frowning in confusion.

“I just wanna cum inside you.”

For a few seconds, you could hear a pin drop in the room. Nothing but silence as you and Steve stared into each others wide eyes. And then his words sunk in. You yanked Steve towards you by his neck, engulfing him in what was probably the most passionate kiss you two had ever shared. You both quickly and messily got rid of what little clothing you still had on while desperately trying not to break the kiss for even a second longer than necessary.

It wasn’t long before Steve was on top of you. Both stark naked and close enough to breath each others air. he looked in your eyes once more, silently asking for consent. To which you responded with a breathless, silent nod.

Steve snaked his hand in between your body’s, gripping his rock hard cock and positioning it at your entrance. He kept his gaze there as he slowly pushing himself inside you, watching his cock disappear between your wetness.

When he was fully inside of you, you both let out a breath neither of you knew you had been holding and his forehead fell to your shoulder as if he was already trying to refrain himself from blowing his load then and there.

You cradled his head, running your fingers through his hair, slightly scratching his scalp. You both laid there for a while, you let him catch his breath and he let you adjust as you both enjoyed each others warmth and company.

After your short adjustment period, you took his face between your hands and made him look at you.

“Steve, I need you to move. Fuck me, make love to me, use me, whichever! Just…move.” You breathed, “Please?”

And he did, all of the above.

You knew Steve wasn’t gonna last from the beginning, but you didn’t care. What you were feeling right now was better than any orgasm you had ever had. You felt truly connected, you felt pure bliss, and most importantly, you felt loved.

Which is exactly why you did not expect your orgasm to creep up on you and hit you the way it did. It was funny actually, how it happened. As it turns out, Steve was right. You had never seen him cum so hard, long and much ever before. But with Steve orgasming inside of you, his tip kept nudging at your g-spot while his pubic bone pressed directly against your clit. The way his orgasming body writhed and spasmed against yours created the perfect friction in all the right places and, well…with Steve cumming his brains out right on top of you, how could you not have a mind blowing orgasm yourself?

“Holy…”

“…shit.” you finished his sentence with a breathless chuckle.

“Am I dreaming or did you just…” Steve questioned, just as surprised by your last minute orgasm as you were.

“What can I say, you’re a rockstar Captain Rogers.” You smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You could tell he was beeming with pride, it was adorable.

“Well I’d pull out but I don’t wanna ruin the sheets anymore than they already are.”

“Think you can carry me to the shower without too much of it getting out?”

“I can try.”

When the pair of your made it to the shower safely, Steve slowly pulled out of you after you gave him the okay.

“Holy shit Steve, how are your balls not the size of canalopes?!” You questioned as you watched the insane amount of cum dribble out of you.

“Hey, I told you it had been a long time! Now aren’t you glad I didn’t shoot all that in that smart ass mouth of yours?

“Yeah yeah, I guess so.” you said, turning the water on and pulling him closer to you.

“Hmmm…I still can’t believe you’re here.” Steve sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around you, a content smile plastered on his face.

“Steve?” you looked up at him now.

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” he smiled, “You are so so so much better than birthday cake.”

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