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wolfpackss · 11 months

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Only mine (2)

Paul Lahote x you

A/N: here’s part two! This part focuses more on Paul’s pleasure. It was fun writing this. This man is just URGH. please for the love of everything take me away from this man. Jk. Hope you enjoy, part three coming soon. First requests. Hope you’re excited cause i am!

Warnings: smut, 18+, masturbation.

After the afternoon and evening you and Paul had, you decide to call it a day. You both spend the night at his house, cuddling and basking in the glow of what happend that morning. You fall asleep with a smile on your face and your arms wrapped around your boyfriend.

The next morning, you wake up, practically laying on top of Paul. He’s still asleep and you take a moment to enjoy his closeness. His face is softer than it normally is, sleep allowing him to be more relaxed. You’re so impressed with the changes he’s willing to make and already made just for you. His anger issues slowly fading away. You realize that, while you know he has a long way to go, if he continues this way, there’s nothing or no one that can keep you from him.

Even now you can feel the desire for him changing, becoming something you’re not accustomed to, something you’ve only heard about. A desire, a need for him, flares deep inside of you. As you watch him, you feel something growing hard between you two. You frown and his eyes open, looking down at you.

“Baby, you can’t stare at me and think whatever it is what you’re thinking and not expect my body to respond to it. Even if I’m asleep” he pulls you closer. A part of you, a larger part then you would have expected is happy with his response to you. The other part, is a bit scared of it. “Come on, let’s get ready for today”

Paul crawls out of bed, extending his hand, inviting you to shower with him. You blush but take his hand. You want to be more open with him and that means becoming more open to being naked with him. You can see his pride for you at your willingness to go with him and he walks into the bathroom and turns on the water.

You know he’s aroused by your presence, it’s obvious, so when we get in the bathroom you become bold, remembering how he made you feel yesterday, how he looked at you, his lust for you. When you step in, he puts you under the water first, washing your hair and rinsing it before grabbing shampoo for his hair. And that’s when you take your chance.

You move behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. “Babe, what-“ he stops talking as soon as your hand grabs his hard length. He’s so much larger than you imagined and much thicker too. You lean against him, your front to his back, and begin stroking him.

“Baby….” You kiss his back, stroking your other hand over his abs. “You made me feel good yesterday, Paul. I want to return the favor. You said I could touch you anywhere, anytime I want to” he puts on of his arms in front of him and rests his forehead against it. He’s breathing heavily and his other hand is clenched into a fist. “I want to touch you, Paul”

“Oh god…” he groans. “Touch me anyway, anywhere you want baby” you kiss his back again and as you continue to stroke him, you slide your other hand between his thighs, cupping his balls. The video’s your friends were making you watch in junior year did really pay off as his moaning increases. “Fuck babe!” He says leaning back for a moment to put both hands on the shower wall before leaning forward again. You realize your hands aren’t big enough to fit him entirely so you reach your other hand around and put it over the other. You stroke faster.

“Oh fuck baby, please don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop” you have no intention of stopping. Hearing him moan for you, growling your name, begging not to stop makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. It makes you realize that this man is all yours. You begin stroking faster, twisting your hands slightly as you do. “Shit y/n!” Paul growls, and you can feel him throbbing in your hands. You feel him getting closer to the edge and you tighten your hands a bit more, sending him over the edge.

“Fuck!” He yells, his body jerking against you as his cock throbs in your hand, shooting ropes of cum against the shower wall. You slow your strokes as he pants until you finally release him and he turns around to face you. “Fuck baby, where’d you learn to do that? That was amazing” Paul leans down and kisses you passionately before pushing you up against the other wall.

“And now it’s your turn.”

Yeah Paul, you’re only mine.

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masonmiamor · 1 year

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the cause and the fixing - - mason mount x reader.

gif by @christian-pulisic!!

Summary: After Mason reveals his true feelings, you’re left stuck feeling hopeless and utterly confused on where you lie.

request are open!

“You've been avoiding me…”

The sudden deep and low voice startles you, you look up and see Mason standing in the doorway of Kai and Sophia's house. You look back down and finish cutting the cilantro they needed outside for the marinate. You try to control your breathing, to make yourself seem unbothered and calm, but it's hard to do that especially when he looks so good.

A black tee, with his usual navy green cargo pants, his new hair fixing it all together. His footsteps get nearer to the kitchen island making it known to you he won't stop until you give him a good reason. You continue cutting the cilantro and began placing it in a small container, preparing yourself to make a run for it. But he beats you to it. Tapping you by placing his hand on the counter, the other one rubbing his jaw.

“Y/n… tell me why you've been avoiding me,” his tone of voice sounding almost hurt and disappointed. How can you tell him without ruining things? Tell him you're in love with him all of the sudden? That anytime you want to meet someone new, you look for him in them? That you wish right now you could be wrapped together watching the sunset? No, you couldn't.

“I’ve been busy with Uni, and work. I haven't gotten a day off since all of these upcoming holidays that are coming around soon. I don’t owe you-”

“Bullshit!” he spits out, frowning and fluttering his brows. “You have been avoiding. Not once have you communicated with me tonight or these past weeks. You just went out with your girlfriends the other day, and don't lie, I saw the photos and videos,” his words cause your mouth to agape. You were definitely caught off guard, not expecting him to confess he’s been watching you.

“I already said I’ve been at Uni and work, I don't owe you or anyone explanations. This is just me…” you shrug your shoulders, coming off slightly passive-aggressive. He gives you a knowing and unconvinced look, “Tell me y/n… I know there's something you're not telling me, I thought we were friends that could trust each other,” he states. You grimace at the word friends… ‘he doesn't feel the same at all. He doesn't like or even love you Y.n! Wake up and move one’ you thought.

A moment of silence passes, and you shift your weight from one leg to another suddenly becoming shy and small against his taller figure. You look up and lock eyes with his now softer brown ones. His hand is no longer propping himself up, now slowly reaching up to your cheek, where he rubs his thumb over the small and unnoticeable imperfections. He gulps heavily, the tension slowly growing in the proximity of your bodies.

Your pulses raise almost as if you could hear it in the silent room, your breathing rapidly grows but you try to play it off. You gaze over his freckles, the small scar on his lip and upper brow, and his longer slightly curved lashes back down to the small moles on his cheeks and neck. You slowly lift your hand and pull his off your cheek gently, watching the visible wounding look on his face, completely confused and shocked.

“I have to go outside. They need me, if you'll excuse me,” you whisper almost afraid you let your true emotions and feelings out. “Y/n,” he calls out his voice stern and serious as you walked away holding the container. But you don't listen just letting your feet and body guide you outside with the rest of the crowd. You fight back the tears wanting to come down, trying to stop your shaky hands from collapsing.

To say you were feeling watched was an understatement. How could you not feel his long stares and gazes from time to time? The fact he stared right exactly at you when he spoke to his friends around him? Mason couldn't keep his eyes on you all night, thinking back to the way you've been distant and ignorant. But why though, what had he done to make you feel this way exactly? Or who?

Soon after you found yourself growing tired, it had been a couple of hours since you last saw him, and now all you desired was to be at home and maybe cry. He was nowhere to be found though, not outside or inside, completely gone. With courage and strength, you said goodbye to everyone, promising Sophia you'd make it to brunch next week on monday.

“I better see you there Y/n! I miss our dates together, and honestly, I need to be out sometimes,” she laughs making you smile. “I'll be there, and maybe with a small gift too,” you tease and wink at her. She hugs you tight and kisses your cheek before making your way out. When you step outside you see his car and him driving off.

All the overwhelming feelings got the best of you for the rest of the week, making it hard for you to focus since you were so distracted. Your professor even called you out for, embarrassing you infront of everyone. That Saturday evening someone knocked on the door leaving nothing but a package you had not placed or ordered. Inside was a gold necklace with a heart and infinity sign. You left it in the front, obviously not yours.

The next morning you woke up with a text from Mason asking if you could talk but you didn’t respond. Not mentally prepared to face him after everything. You had the whole day to clean and prepare for Monday. Sophia had reminded you about your brunch and you sent her your outfit to confirm everything, to say the least, she was over the moon.

The morning before Valentine's day you got up early to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You curled your hair slightly, applied makeup, a darker lip, and even some falsies that you like to go along. Your outfit was a long sleeve short black dress, some tights, and heeled boots, your dark red trench coat was the cherry on top. You grabbed a beanie, scarf, and some gloves in case the weather decided to drop a bit more. You placed some gold jewelry and grabbed your wallet making sure everything you needed was inside.

The restaurant was not that far so the drive was easier than in past times. You met Sophia inside, your waiter coming along and asking for drinks. You went with a cup of juice rather than something bitter, while Sophia ordered a cappuccino. “You know who asked about you yesterday?” Sophia said then took a sip of her coffee. You had an idea of who but you didn't want to say it out loud, you shrug your shoulders and spoke.

“Who?”

“Mason. Well, he sort of asked me more. He wanted to know how you were doing and if you received a package. But he just looked so disheveled and upset Y/n. I don’t know, Kai and I have never seen him like this,” she says. The package? That was from him? He didn't leave a note or anything?

“Did something happen between you? You look tense and pale,” she retorted, you could hear the worry and nervousness in her voice. You sigh, your shoulders dropping, “I’ve been avoiding him… Mason, I haven't spoken to him.”

“Okay uhm-, I may need more information as to why… Did he say or do something? Or?” she says shifting in her seat. Your leg bounces up and down, suddenly feeling the attention on you. You fidget with your ring and look up at her, her lips pressed together waiting patiently. “If you don’t want to tell me that's okay too! I don’t want to force you or anything like that-”

“No no no, it's okay! Maybe talking it out is what I need to do…” you utter.

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You went out for a small get-together but shocker! The house was filled with strangers partying as if their lives depended on it. You felt dizzy and slightly tipsy, still coherent about your surroundings. After using the upstairs bathroom you went down and walked through the crowds of bodies. The smell of sweat and weed knocks your senses. But before you could make it to the kitchen you stop dead in your tracks.

“You taking Y/n home or what?” teased Ben, making Mason snicker out a laugh. “You're hilarious absolutely not!” his groupie chuckled. “Oh cmon Mase, when are you going to admit it and finally ask her out?” spoke Christian.

“What are you guys on about? I do not like Y/n whatsoever. We're friends buts that's it. She is stunning but she's not for me, I'm too focused right now on football. That’s my priority.” mason said in an obvious tone. Your heart shattered a bit, misreading the whole situation.

He was the one that invited you here tonight, practically begging you to come as he didn't want to go alone.

“Man, please! She's so into you, she makes it obvious sometimes, and you do too. The hand holding, your hand on her waist sometimes. You make her giggle when you whisper into her ear? That fact you've told us she's off limits? Yeah just friends my ass,” snorted Reece.

Did you really make it that obvious? Your cheeks burned red in embarrassment as he called you out. Maybe you did interpret the situation wrong and he didn't feel the same way. You imagined after spending an incredibly close time together he may feel something.

He always kissed your temple when he greeted you, hugged you tightly after a long day, and sent you random videos he finds interesting or funny, and the way he remembers even the smallest details. The fact he is completely different around you than he is with his friends, is more real and humble. This wasn't the Mason you grew to know?

“I don't know what you want me to say or expect me to do. I already told you guys I’m single and that's it. I'm not interested in her at all. Me and her are friends and simply that. And she's off limits because I know the type you guys are. Don’t need her getting hurt by you?” Mason conspicuous.

You listen all along as they tease and sometimes laugh, all while as you silently cry. You keep it together for the sake of not trying to ruin the vibe. When he meets up with you after a while he apologizes for leaving you and kisses your head, holding you tightly against him. It suddenly didn't feel right, and he could sense it.

“You okay?” his voice strained with uneasiness. “I'm fine, just tired and hot. I'm going home soon,” you tell him. He completely believes you and locks your hands together, bringing them up to his lips where he kisses your knuckles. “Just let me know so we can go home.” Your stomach turns at the intimate gesture, your eyes slightly burning.

Does he not realize what he's doing? That this isn't what friends do? That it feels so wrong yet right? That he says ‘home’ as if you were living there. “I'm going with Sophia actually, I do not want to bother or spoil the night,” you lie, offering a smile and watching as his eyes soften at your tone. “You don't ever do that Y/n. I love spending time with you. It's special and truly one of a kind…”

He gets up and leaves again after 10 minutes. When you go and find him to tell him you're leaving, you see Mason talking with a blonde, smirking at her. The disgust, rage, and pain you feel. ‘He was never yours, and never will be..’ you think. You regret coming as you make a run for it, trying to forget this ever happened.

~~~~~

“What a fucking prick! And he has the nerve to still ask about you?” exclaims a now furious and frustrated Sophia. You chuckle and sigh more deeply than before. “It's whatever now. I look stupid and he's out there living the dream!” you say sarcastically and Sophia gives you a sad look.

“I do think you should talk to him though… if you want…” she offers. You strain out a laugh, “And say exactly what? ‘I overheard you the other day, and by the looks of it, you want to remain just as friends?’ ‘Mason I like you but you don't look at me the same way?’”

“It hit me already we weren't meant to be, and that's completely okay! I'm not going to force him to be with me, like he said his main priority is football. I can’t be a distraction or hold him back from what he wants… something he's sacrificed and worked long for” you express. “If it isn't meant to be it won't ever happen or work out. I can't keep that slightest bit of hope forever that one day he changes his mind and might like or love me in a way, it will mess with my head.”

“Ive been hurt in the past before, and it took a hell of a long time to even open up to people. I’ve learned and I’ve lost, and I won't put myself through what I went through,” you say softly. Sophia remains quiet, not knowing what to say or do, but she asks you something that makes you laugh painfully inside, “Do you love him?”

“Yes… and it scares the living crap out of me. But what is love?”

~~~~~

After brunch you go to work, wanting to groan at the number of paperwork that's waiting for you at your desk. You greet the receptionist and go up the elevator to your floor. You attend a small and quick meeting and catch up with some colleagues. You close your office door and stumble back at the big bouquet of white and red roses at your desk. “What the fu-”

You walk over to investigate it, seeing no note once again. Your phone pings and you look down to see who it was.

Mason

I hope you enjoy the roses. We need to talk y/n. It's driving me insane, I just need to see you. Please just talk to me.

And so you agree… like the old times before. The whole day was filled with nothing but anxiety and nerves. You agree to meet at your flat, so you pass by and buy some groceries to make dinner. A bottle of wine if case things end up going the wrong way…

You stumble around trying to find your keys, but your hands are full of bags. “Here let me help,” Mason's voice startles you almost dropping your bag and groceries. But all you do is watch as he takes some bags and unlocks your flat door. “Is that it? Or is there more stuff in the car I can go get?” you eye him suspiciously as his body language is off and tense. Is he nervous?

“That's all of it,” you say deadpan walking into the kitchen and beginning to put stuff away. He follows you like a lost puppy but still helps put items in their place. The closeness of your bodies again makes the tension rise in the room. The air feels hot and almost claustrophobic. He watches and hears as your heeled boots click against the ground.

That's when he finally takes a good look at you, your hair curled and parted to your favorite side, your makeup is fully done, the long dark red trench coat, but what makes him clear his throat is when you remove it and sees the tight black dress fitting perfectly against your figure. Resisting the temptation to pull you close, and trace his hands over your curves.

“Would you like anything to drink or eat for the moment?” you say shyly as you felt his gaze on you. He shakes his head still dazed and looking at you, ‘Is this real?’ Mason thought. “I’m okay for now thank you,” he mutters out finally. You nod and go to the sink to wash your hands. Mason feels even more confused and off. Why were you acting like this?

“I didn’t expect for things to turn out this way for us,” Mason says out of the blue. Your chest feels heavy and full, but you manage to face and look up at him, “What do you mean?” you almost plead. He walks around over to you, “I mean for us to go from being so close to acting like strangers…” he whispers.

“You’ve been avoiding me, and I want, no, need to know why Y/n,” he begs. You cross your arms so he wouldn’t see your shaky hands. “So please let’s do us both a favor and talk. To mend and fix things between us. Isn’t that what people do? Talk it out?” he questions.

“Are you seriously going to act like that and avoid what you said?” you say angrily. He stares at you dumbfounded, “That’s the thing though, I don’t know what I said. So please help me out here.”

“Y/n and I are just friends, nothing more. Oh but wait suddenly I'm off limits?” you quote back to the party. He puts two and one together but before he could speak you cut him off. “Yes. I did overheard, I tried not to but that’s hard when someone or a group is speaking about you,” you defended.

“Y/n…” your name coming off slowly and hesitantly from him. “I don’t know why you’re wasting your time here, we’re just friends. Friends just check in then and there, just a quick update and that’s all. Friends don’t almost kiss each other goodbye or cuddle on the couch, they totally do not whatsoever go on dates and hold hands, or do what the other person enjoys doing. Friends are friends,” you rant.

He just stares at you, feeling his throat go dry. “You wanted to talk but you’re suddenly quiet. What’s up? Cat got your tongue,” this new you slightly intimidated Mason. “We’re not just friends, and you know what,” Mason finally objected making you scoff. “I don’t want to lose you Y/n, i’ll never forgive myself for that, but we both know and can’t deny that we’re just friends.”

“What happened to football being your main priority? Did that sudden change how you feel too or?” you acknowledge humorously. “I’m not going to sit here and beg for you to tell me you feel the same way. I don’t know if I believe you…” you continued. “But I do feel the same way… The exact same feelings you get…” he blurts.

You shook your head, and looked down. He steps closer to you grabbing your sides, you feel how they tingle at his touch. “I can tell you right now exactly how I feel about you without feeling shy or scared.”

“It’s the way you make me smile or laugh for no reason, that you always see the positive despite it being negative, you come up with the craziest ideas that in the end I always agree to do, that you push me to do the best and beyond, that I can be myself and feel safe at all times with you, that I can come to talk to you for anything…”

“The way you’re always down to get ice cream despite it being late, that you hold me the right way and soothe my inner thoughts away. What I love most is that contagious laugh and smile you have, that you’re not afraid to speak what’s on your mind ever. That you put others first including me before you, I simply love because you’re everything I see in my future. My future is with you, together.”

A tear rolls down your cheek, and soon the others follow. “Whatever I said that night, I never meant a single word, or for things to get like this, to make you feel like this. I said it because what we have is special and precious, and they wouldn't understand, sometimes I just want it for myself, in our own little world…”

“Mason,” you croak, reaching up and finally touching his chest and then placing them on his neck, rubbing your thumbs over his jawline, his stubble tickling. “Jesus baby, your touch is like silk, soft and gentle yet delicate at the same time,” he groans, his hand coming back to wrap around your back, pulling you closer.

You let out a faint giggle, seeing him smile wide, “I love you Mason,” you finally confess, he bends down and gently places his forehead on yours. “I love your brown eyes, hair, nose, dimples,” you tease. He laughs, “Okay so physically features anything else? Do you like my hands? My brows? My sense of style?” he jokes.

“I love the fact that no matter what you always come back to me. With you I feel complete, you’re caring, respectful but most of all loving. Our time together never is wasted, as if you're always down for a crazy adventure. You know how to calm my stress and always tell me to chase my dreams. But Mason, you are my dream and beyond.”

“Just like in my future?” he whispers along your lips making you shudder. “Exactly like the future you see. Me and you…” he wasted no time and brushed your lips together. His lips engrave into yours, one kiss and you’re already intoxicated. His lips move passionately against yours, his hands traveling dangerous low as yours come up to play with his hair. He pulls away his eyes still closed, “Be my valentines and girlfriend?”

“Yes, I'll be your valentine's and girlfriend I guess,” you jokingly roll your eyes annoyingly. He kisses you again, and then pecks your lips, still not over the feeling of you finally being his.

“I love you Y/n…”

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ignoremyworld · 2 months

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Messy mind

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Steve always had trouble sleeping. Even before the upside down. As a kid, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep because the sound of his parents arguing downstairs was all he could pay attention to. When his parents left for the first time, he couldn’t sleep because he was scared.

And now with the memory of the upside down popping up in his head anytime he was close to having a good nights rest would make him jump up in a cold sweat.

So yeah, he kind of gave up trying to get good sleep.

He was always tired now. No matter where he was and how he acted he wanted nothing more than to go home and try to sleep again.

Robin noticed first, the way his eyes would get droopy whenever the video store was empty, how he would yawn while rewinding tapes. She grew worried about him.

“Hey doofus how much have you been sleeping?” She asked one afternoon. The thought of him being hurt from how tired he was at the front of her mind.

“Huh? Oh yeah not a lot. I try but every time I get close I just have to start over again. Nightmares y’know.” He replied, looking at her with dead eyes.

“You could take melatonin? Or drink some sort of tea to help?” Robin said, rubbing his back for comfort. Both for him and for her.

“No I’ve tried those” he mumbled. “They work for about 30 minutes and then I’m right back to staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night”

Robin didn’t know what to say. She had trouble sleeping sometimes too but not to this point. All she felt she could do was let him lean on her shoulder for a while.

Then Steve met Eddie.

After the world split open and Eddie’s trailer was destroyed he and Wayne had nowhere to live. Some of Wayne’s buddies had offered him a place to sleep but they only had a couch to sleep on and that wouldn’t fit both of them.

So they settled for Wayne sleeping on the couch at his friends house and Eddie sleeping at Steve’s house.

It was awkward at first. Not knowing each other very well, they didn’t know what to talk about. Steve would ask a few questions about dnd and Eddie would ask him what his favorite sport was but that was it.

And there was the fact that Eddie couldn’t ignore how he’s heard Steve wake up shouting on more than one occasion. Eddie had trouble sleeping too. Nightmares and anxiety would fill his head and he would wake up more than once in the night

Then he got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take not sleeping and hearing how much Steve was struggling.

“Knock knock Stevie. Can I come in” Eddie said leaning against Steve’s doorframe.

“Yeah what’s up? Are you hungry?” Steve asked rubbing his eyes.

“Nope just got a little question for you” Eddie said walking over to Steve’s bed and sitting on the soft mattress.

“Okay? What’s up?” Steve replied giving Eddie an odd look.

“I want to sleep in your bed. I hear how you wake up screaming sometimes and I’ve been getting nightmares too. So I’m thinking maybe we would sleep better with someone else to comfort us” Eddie suggested, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his nails.

“You… my bed… us?” Steve muttered, not sure if he was joking or not.

“Yes. Me in your bed. We don’t have to if you think you’d be uncomfortable but I think it’s worth a shot” Eddie said, looking at Steve.

Steve hesitated for a moment. Looking at Eddie made him feel soft. Like a wave of calm had washed over him. “Okay. Okay yeah we can try that” he said

“Perfect! Scooch over!” Eddie said hopping up to his feet so Steve could move.

Steve moved to the side of his bed and watched as Eddie climbed in and let his head fall back on the pillow. He turned to Steve and smiled.

“Goodnight big boy” Eddie said, closing his eyes.

Steve smiled “goodnight eds”

Morning came and steve woke up to the sun streaming through his red curtains. He slept the whole night… he slept well the whole night. He looked at Eddie who was still fast asleep, his hair strewn about the pillow.

It was at this point he realized they were holding each other. He felt is face grow warm and a smile form on his face. Closing his eyes, he finally felt at peace.

They slept for most of the day, holding each other with their legs tangled and Eddie’s head on Steve’s chest.

Steve hopes that they never sleep apart again

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Okay! This took quite a bit of time. Got the idea from a tik tok i saw like an hour ago.

As always advice and constructive criticism is appreciated as I’m still new to writing! I hope you enjoyed this!

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miscfandomgifimagines · 1 year

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Hey! Can I request Recom lyle wainfleet x shy!reader pls? I love you!! <3

I didn’t think I would be doing requests since I’m pretty busy with school and my small business but this was adorable and I couldn’t resist so thank you anon! I really feel like Lyle would be be pretty chill around a shy person but I also feel like the more he gets to know them he would be into teasing them a bit more. I hope you enjoy! ( ^-^)/💕

Lyle Wainfleet X Shy! Human Reader

* You were hoping to get the chance to work on Pandora as a scientist but when you found out what your job entailed you got really nervous. Your main job would be to oversee the recombinant team and make sure their mission went smoothly. This involved a lot of one on one interaction with a bunch of marines... Yeah. You were *so* nervous you might have lost sleep over it. You had very limited experience with soldiers and you knew that they were often rough around the edges to say the least.

* You were determined to make the best of the situation, even if you had a million what-ifs running through your head. Your first day on the job was waking up the recoms. For safety purposes, you could only wake two at a time so if anything malfunctioned or they had issues you could correct the problem before risking any of the other bodies. Round one was Mansk and Lyle who both woke up a little confused but were pretty easily managed.

* You introduced yourself quietly and found making eye contact was harder than you imagined so you focus on your clipboard.

* "I am y/n, I am part of the science crew that you'll be working with. My job is to make sure your bodies are functioning as they should and treating any injuries you may face." You glance up at the two marines and realized just how big they were. You were already kind of short but hanging around with giants really sent it home.

* Mansk nodded his head and started his reflex testing with one of your colleagues. Lyle however sat down on the nearest surface and stared at his huge hands. He looks over at you with big eyes and a twinge of worry in his voice. "Doc, what... Why? What happened?" His confusion actually calmed you down a bit and made him seem less intimidating.

* "I know this is umm what's the word... Jolting?" You fumble for words as Lyle peeps up. "Freaky is more like it." You were a bit hesitant to keep talking so you gripped your board tighter and cleared your throat. You made yourself look into his eyes and tried your best to be comforting.

* "I suppose that's a way of phrasing it too. Um... How much of your last life do you remember?" You realized quickly that was a personal question and followed it with a rushed, " Don't feel like you have to tell me any details, but sometimes it takes a little while for memories to come back after first waking up." Lyle looks at you and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, looking mildly stressed out.

* You don't know what made you do it but you offered your hand out for him to take. He pauses for a minute but places his hand in your small one. At first, he brushes his fingertips against your palm and when you didn't pull back he slowly put his whole hand in yours. His yellow eyes are watching you and suddenly you feel a bit silly.

* It was like your mouth stopped functioning properly and you try to choke out a sentence to make the silence less intense. "Umm, just so you know I'm here for you." It sounded sappier out loud than you thought it would and mentally cringed a bit. Lyle didn't say anything but squeezed your hand and gave you a nod. He seemed to be at a loss for words too.

* "I have a copy of all your previous video logs leading up to the... um... you know" You motion your other hand awkwardly in the air, not wanting to mention his death so soon after waking him up. "So if you want to see any of them or access your personal belongings they're in my office. You're welcome to visit anytime... As I said, I'm here for you." You flash a small smile in hopes of cheering him up a bit. It seems to work because he takes a deep breath and removes his hand slowly.

* "So what now Doc?" Your face got hotter as he leaned forward into your personal space. You stumbled over your response a bit, "I'm not really a doctor, I just do um sciencey stuff. As for what you're going to do next. You'll be working with Marq over there and he'll lead you through some exercises to see how well your body is doing. And hopefully, after that, you'll be able to get some food and rest." You trail off a bit at the end of your sentence but add some more soft words.

* "The first day is the hardest, so just take it easy tonight okay?" You move backward and you feel your heart race a bit as Lyle continues to stare at you even after you've broken eye contact with him. When he stands up you move out of his way quickly and do your best not to trip over your feet. When he reaches Marq he looks back at you and you give an encouraging thumbs up.

* Lyle does what he's told for the rest of the day and relaxes as much as he can in his new freakishly large body. His mind keeps running back to you and your quiet words. Being a marine he's pretty used to being barked orders and following them with no questions. He was terrified when he woke up but the longer he was awake his memories trickled back in. He didn't realize how much he needed someone to be soft with him at that moment but was ever grateful you took the time to comfort him when many others would have ignored him.

* At lights out he can't sleep and starts wandering the halls, going back to the science lab he met you in earlier. You were probably asleep but Lyle was hoping that you were there and he could spend some more time with you. He trails along slowly and gets lost in his thoughts when he almost runs face-first into a doorway.

* He felt a sharp tug on his pant leg and stopped suddenly, turning his head around to see what had touched him. It was y/n from earlier. She was dressed in casual clothes and carrying a mug of what smelled like hot chocolate. She had a worried look on her face and she suddenly let go of his pants as if he was on fire.

* "I um, you... You uh were going to hit your head" She points to the doorway about a foot away from his face. It was his turn to feel silly this time. "Well it's good you caught me when you did then. I didn't even see it, my mind was elsewhere you know?" He felt like smacking his face with his hand in embarrassment but held back.

* Y/n shifted her feet a little and glanced at the floor. "Couldn't sleep?" The words were so quiet he almost didn't catch them. He couldn't think of anything to say other than "Pretty much. You said you had some of my stuff?" She glanced up and nodded and then motioned with her hand to follow her. "Yeah I do, let's go to my office."

* Lyle walked slowly behind her in hopes that he could spend more time with her. The base was a big place and he still managed to feel claustrophobic. When you were with him it didn't feel so bad. You might not have much to say to him outside of work-related stuff but Lyle was happy with any conversation because it meant he didn't have to be alone in his thoughts.

* When you got to your office door you fumbled with your keys and dropped them. Before you could lean down Lyle had his hand on your shoulder and stooped down to pick them up for you. Your face felt hot again and he made your heart rate pick up. His big hands were slow and gentle as he placed your keys back in your hand. "I didn't want you to spill your drink. Here." You take the keys and hold them firmly this time to not let them slip through your hands. You unlock the door and walk in, making sure to remind Lyle of the height of the doorway.

* "Just watch your head okay, I don't want you to hurt yourself. The new height is going to take some getting used to." Lyle was grateful for the reminder and ducked his head carefully. He watched as you hurried around your desk and set your drink down. "So I didn't personally collect your things, if something is missing please let me know and I'll do my best to find it for you. The cleaners were under strict orders not to throw anything out."

* You placed a box on your desk and waved Lyle closer. He took a peak inside and looked over what belongings he had left behind. A couple of magazines (thankfully nothing dirty he thought as he snuck another glance at y/n). There were some clothes, his dog tags, a jar of protein powder, and his wallet. Nothing of particular importance to him now that he was in a new body. He picked up the small leather wallet and opened it to see his driver's license. His hand started to tremble and he felt his anxiety spike again.

* He was never going to be human again. He was never going to drive his car, wear his clothes, or do anything "normal" ever again. His mission was the only thing that mattered now and his breathing hitched. Y/n could only watch as Lyle's face distorted into a panicky expression.

* You weren't one to normally touch people you didn't know very well but you wanted to do something to comfort him. So you walked to his side and put your hand on his lower back and reached up with your other one to grab the wallet out of his hand. You seemed to have startled him from his trance and his arm jerked away from you involuntarily. You step back and start apologizing profusely.

* "I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" Lyle brings his hand back and grabs your hand gently. "No, you're fine... I just... Thank you for pulling me out of my thoughts again. It's just-" You grasp his hand back and interrupt him for a change. "Just going to take some getting used to. You don't have to explain yourself but I do want you to know that we have a trauma counselor available. I think it would be a good resource for you and maybe some of the others." You pause and when he doesn't reject the idea you continue quietly. " I just know that when things happen that way, it can be nice to talk to someone about it."

* You remove your other hand from his back and put it over his blue one, sandwiching him between your tiny palms. "I want you to know... I am also here. I know I keep saying it but it's just... I guess." You shake your head frustrated and unable to find the right way to word your intentions.

* Lyle throws his wallet back in the box and kneels down in front of you, his hand still entrapped in yours. He looked like he wanted to say something but he let out a rough sigh. He was also trying to figure out how to word his intentions. You fidgeted a little with his hand and he heard your breathing hitch a bit. He worried for a minute that he was holding you too tight but quickly realized it was your sudden proximity that had you nervous. Lyle backed up, but you kept ahold of his hand which he took as a sign that you didn't want him to leave.

* "Can I stay with you? I really don't want to go back to the dorms right now. You... You make me feel safe y/n and right now everything is just... Fuck." He brings his other hand up and covers his face in shame. He was so forward and sounded so much needier than he wanted to. She probably thought he was pathetic or clingy or weird or all of the above. He held his breath and waited for you to tell him to get lost. Instead, when that never came he glanced at your face.

* You looked about as anxious as he did at that moment which gave him some relief. You were undeniably happy that Lyle had come to see you again. Granted the circumstances weren't great but you were glad he was here. You couldn't get him out of your head either and you felt the incredible urge to hide your face with your hands, which at the moment were tied up with his.

* So instead you quietly mumbled, "I don't think you'd fit in my bed." Lyle let out a small laugh and covered his mouth with his hand. "I wasn't asking to sleep with you, but it's nice to know that's an option even if your bed wouldn't hold me." You pulled your bottom hand away from his and covered as much of your face as you could with your fingers. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" Lyle couldn't help but smile at how embarrassed you looked with your hand covering your pretty face.

* "Don't hide beautiful, I'm just teasing." He pulls your hand back and gives you a small kiss on your knuckles before laughing at your expression. Lyle had a feeling that as long as he had you, things would be just fine.

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: dark subject matter/ writer has never written dark filth before, dub-con -ie, you want it to start with but you're scared by the end, knifeplay, mentions of blood/biting, bondage, tit-fucking, home porno/sex tape, unprotected pinv, dacryophilia, name-calling, threatening behavior, choking, rough sex, oral sex, body fluids ( blood, just a little and semen), references to murder / murderous thoughts -because a psychopath doesn't just magically stop being one because he's railing you and a poorly executed roleplay situation / sexual situation between two people -hey they remembered to use a safeword.. If any of this makes you squeamish, do.not.read. I'm not kidding. This is darker than I tend to get, I haven't ever tried dark fic before and i don't know how I feel about it.. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt eight - on camera ( sequel to the virginity prompt )

character | fandom - charlie walker | scream movie series

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 3378k

tagging -<taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a heated makeout turned x-rated home movie. yeah, it's safe to say charlie's corrupted you at this point. but will you turn to the dark side indefinitely or will this be your wake-up call?✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

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It all starts innocently enough. Things are getting heated, you are down to your favorite black lace bra and panties, Charlie is down to his boxers, the black silk ones. His breath warm against your ear as he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, rutted into you with reckless abandon.

He stops and raises up, pulling away from you just slightly. As he stares down at you, you pout up at him. ❝ Something wrong, baby?❞ you ask quietly. You attempt to pull him down on top of you all over again. He shakes his head, laughs softly and leans back down, settling himself on top of you all over again. Lips dancing distracted against warm,soft skin.

❝ You trust me, right?❞ bright blue eyes fix on you, intent. Waiting. You laugh quietly and bite your bottom lip as the laughter dies away and you begin to pick up on the fact that he’s seriously expecting an answer. ❝ Well, yeah.. I mean.. Wait, why are you asking me this,hm?❞ you question, pulling away from him a little to really look at him when he leans in, tries to distract you by sucking on your neck.

That’s not going to work this time.

❝ I wanna..❞ he’s gasping, you’ve slipped your hand down the front of his boxers and you’re pumping his cock. He bites his lip, his head falls back. His hand lowers, unwrapping your hand from him. You pout to yourself, look up at him with a brow raised. ❝ Yeah? What do you wanna do, baby?❞

He laughs. The sound is deep, a rumble risen up from his chest. Blue eyes flit you, it’s almost predatory, you think to yourself, the way he looks at me most of the time. Like I’m his prey. But the thought is quickly shoved out of your head, cast aside in favor of getting to the bottom of whatever he’s trying to ask.

He raises a hand, that hand catches in his hair and he tugs at it a little, frustrated. The idea’s been plaguing him for weeks now. He’s gotten to a point where it’s all he can think about anymore.

Recording the two of you having sex so that he can watch it, he can see you, nude and coming undone pinned beneath him, anytime he wants. He wants to push the boundaries. See how far you’re willing to go for him.

❝ I wanna film.. Y’know.. Us.❞ Charlie gestures to the video camera sitting on his nightstand in frustration when the words hang,get caught up and refuse to come as easily as he’d like them to. At first, you’re confused. He can look down at you and tell. ❝ Nevermind.❞ he starts to backtrack, thinking maybe it was a dumb idea after all, but you shake your head. ❝ N-no.. No, I’d.. I wanna.❞ you speak up, pulling him down into you, dragging your tongue over the spot on his neck that you know drives him crazy. He shivers, rutting himself into you all over again, clumsier. Your answer still hasn’t processed.

❝ Wait.. Were you being serious?❞ he asks a few seconds later as he frees you from the confines of your bra. You look up at him, eyes so full of trust and adoration. He can’t help but feel a flutter, small and fleeting and buried deep underneath the nothingness that’s a constant.

❝ Yeah.❞ you answer, ❝ Yeah, I think I was. I.. there’s actually something I wanted to ask you too..❞

He chuckles quietly. It’s probably something innocent, he thinks, only to blink in surprise when the next thing to come out of your mouth is you asking if he’ll try choking you.. Talking a little dirtier and pulling your hair.

Apparently, you’ve been reading one of your novels again and there’s a specific scene in it that did it for you. He listens to you carefully as you list out what you’re willing to try.

❝ Babe..❞ he caresses your cheek, rutting into you harder so you can feel what your detailed fantasy is doing to him. Then he’s quiet, looking at you in hesitation. ❝ Are you sure?❞ he asks, because some of the stuff you’re willing to try just doesn’t sound like you’ll actually enjoy it.

Not you, his sweet little thing.

But the pedestal he’s held you on since the two of you started dating is crashing down now.

You nod. You plead, adding the caveat that if it makes him uncomfortable, maybe you two could agree to a safeword.

❝ You’re sure..❞ he questions again for a sixth time. Oh I'll definitely enjoy this. But I don't think she realizes what she's gotten into. - the thought comes, it's closely accompanied by mental imagery, you tied up with panties stuffed into your mouth and totally at his mercy.

You nod, little to no hesitation on your end of the conversation. You can't help but think about how fun it'll be, pretending to be his helpless victim, letting him do whatever he wants. It's been all you can think about for weeks.

You pull his mouth against your own as you grab him by the wrist and guide his hand down into your panties. ❝Does that feel like I’m not sure or I don’t wanna do this, baby?❞ and he chuckles. Sliding a finger between your folds, pulling you into a biting kiss as soon as he feels the way you shiver, your tits against his chest as you arch yourself up into him just to get closer.

❝ Charlie, please?❞ you beg.

He chuckles, pulling away from you to reach out for the nightstand. ❝ We’re really doing this.❞

You nod, wavy hair bouncing. ❝ The safeword is pizza?❞

Charlie mulls it over, nodding in agreement. As he turns the camcorder over in his hands, he takes a deep breath. Because you’re completely unaware that some of the things you’ve just begged him to do are things he’s secretly fantasized about. It's gonna feel so fucking good to tie her up, choke her while I fuck that pretty little pussy until she's begging me to stop. - he thinks, clenching his hand at the thought of wrapping it around your throat. Squeezing until there's fear in your eyes.

❝Right. Pizza❞ - he’s doing a very good job at pretending to be wary about all of this but deep down, he can’t wait.

His eyes settle on the knife’s tip, just barely peeking out from beneath the dresser where he stashed it the night before. I can’t kill her. I’ve tried once already, look where that wound up. I now have a girlfriend. - the thought is followed closely by another, And I can’t let her figure out how twisted I’m willing to get or how much I enjoy it, either. Not yet.

But the thought of dragging the edge of the sharp blade up and down the butter soft skin inside your thighs is beyond tempting, the thought of biting down into that skin until he nearly draws blood, even more tempting.. You told him you wanted to try this. You’re aware of what you’re getting yourself into. You agreed on a safeword.

He’s just a little concerned he won’t be able to hold back if that dark side surfaces.

❝ Guess I should set up the camera…❞ he muses quietly, still shocked you even want to try this in the first place.

He slips off the bed and makes his way over to the dresser, placing the camcorder onto it after he’s checked the battery life and turned it on to start recording. While he’s standing there, he finds two old ties in his sock drawer and he turns them over in his hands, staring at them for a second or two.

You did say something about the guy in your book tying up his girl…Among other things, he thinks to himself.

He makes his way back over to the bed and since you've taken it upon yourself to sit up, he shoves you back down. The small recorder in his hand is sat upon the dresser as he focuses bright blue eyes on you.

A shiver races through your body as you stare up at him, gulping.

The solemness usually found in your boyfriends gaze is absent, replaced by something you can't figure out. Something that manages to both turn you on and scare you in equal measure.

Your breath hangs in your throat as he binds your hands to the headboard. The kiss he gives is rough. You can feel his teeth nip roughly at your lower lip and his hand slides up your wet inner thigh. With a light smack to your sensitive sex, he chuckles into your mouth. The sound is dark and dangerous as he pulls away from your face and stares down at you thoughtfully.

❝ Look at you, pretty little thing.. all alone, tied up and totally at my mercy.❞ he moves onto the bed, thick cock sliding between the valley of your breasts, tit-fucking you as he reaches back without breaking the gaze and thin fingers bury in your tight cunt, fucking into you just slow enough that you shiver all over and plead for his cock.

❝ Maybe if you show me just how much you'd like to survive..❞ his cock is thrusting between your tits a little faster now, his fingers forcefully shoved deep inside you. He growls quietly and this is followed by a sinister laugh. ❝ I don’t feel your mouth on me yet, sweetheart. And..❞ he trails off, ❝ you're so wet right now I'm starting to think you like being used…do you?❞ he asks, pulling slick coated fingers out of your cunt to grip your jaw and make you lock eyes with him as soon as he realizes that of course, he's barely done anything yet and of course you're such a helpless romantic and free with your overadoration that you're fuck-dumb, incoherent and whining for it already.

Just grab her neck and snap it.

But he knows he won't. Can't. If he couldn't kill you the night you saw him while he was slipping out that sluts window when he killed her, he has a feeling that he won't be able to do it now. He's lucky you haven't quite put two and two together just yet or spilled what you saw that night if you have somehow. Keeping you close these past months has been his way to keep a handle on the situation.

❝ Is that what you want? You wanna let me use you? Are you my own little fuck-toy, pretty girl? Answer me.❞ he commands as the hand gripping your jaw slips down. The way your heart hammers like it's going to beat right out of your chest has him getting even harder. Just the thought that he might be scaring you a little is making him harder by the second.

He moves over you a little better, now the pretty pink tip of his cock is pushed against your lips as he thrusts his hips.

❝ Open up. C'mon,❞ he grunts, gruff and commanding, ❝ Suck my cock, pretty girl. ❞

Your lips part, saliva drizzles out the corner of your mouth. You’re wetter than you've been since the two of you entered into a sexual relationship. But deep down, there's a small part of your brain that screams you need to run. Far and fast.

Of course, you're not even remotely interested in entertaining that thought. His cockhead strikes the back of your throat as he thrusts against your open mouth. You whine around the thickness, dripping wet.

❝ Tell me whose little fuck doll you are, pretty girl. Tell the camera who's cock is hitting the back of your throat right now.❞ he chuckles and it's sinister. ❝ Oh, right. Can't talk with your mouth full, can ya?❞

❝ – oh fuck fuckfuckfuck ❞ you cry out as your body clenches beneath his, you're fighting off an orgasm that feels like it just might shatter you entire, ❝ Charlie, please, ❞ you gasp out as he pulls his cock out of your mouth and slips off the bed, wandering over to his dresser in the corner. Dim lighting overhead glints off something he's picked up. As you whine and beg for him to come back, he turns to face you.

That glimmer the light picked up on? A big, sharp knife.

He makes his way back over to you. You’re gulping again because he looks too calm, a little too comfortable holding the knife and there's something too familiar about the way he handles it. You just can't pinpoint why it feels that way.

Meanwhile, the thudthudthud thud of your own heart is drowning out the other quiet noises around you. You're dripping, a puddle forming against the sheets on his bed making heather navy even darker. I shouldn't be so wet right now, you think, what's wrong with me? He brings out a knife and my pussy throbs. - you shove it down. You are the one who pleaded and begged to act out your favorite scene from a filthy book, on camera. You opened Pandora's box, you're not going to back out now…right?

He chuckles quietly. Sits down the knife atop the nightstand nearby, knife making a metallic clank against the hard wood surface.

❝ Relax.❞ he demands, gripping your throat as he leans down into you, fingers squeezing light. ❝ I won't use that if you don’t make me… Give me what I want and everything will be fine.❞

And you swallow hard. There's a small part of you that is still in fight or flight, but on the other hand, the thought of cold metal pressed against your hot flesh just..does something.

It makes you feel alive. And you’re still struggling because you know deep down that it's 'wrong'. This shouldn't be turning you on to the point it is, the way you whine and whimper and try to work your wrists free from restraint as he holds down your hips and bites a trail right up the inside of doughy thighs. His nose bumps your sex and you whine when he breathes in the scent of your arousal deeply. His tongue buries inside, thrusting, swirling, licking up the mess that paints a sheen on soft skin.

Then, out of nowhere, a sharp stinging pain that somehow still feels way too damn good. You squeak in pain, the sound followed by a needy whine when Charlie abandons licking you clean, pausing for a few seconds to stare up at you, just a little blood at the corner of his mouth. When he licks his lips, you whine. Your heart is pounding. This whole pretend scenario has been way too easy for him and deep down, you know that. It shouldn't have been. He shouldn't have been so comfortable with saying the things he's said or doing the things he's done.

Then he's back at it, fingers and tongue buried inside your sex, driving you closer and closer to the edge only to stop completely at the last second.

You feel tears stinging at your eyes and you feel it when just as he's starting to give your cunt the attention you're craving and your body tenses up, you're so damn close, he stops. Looks up at you from his spot between your thighs and removes his hand from its place on your hip and he caresses your face. Laughing quietly. ❝ Aw. Gonna cry now, pretty girl? Gonna cry for me? Its so fucking hot when y' beg and cry. Go on.❞ he smirks, ❝It’s so hot when you’re crying.❞

You try to work your wrists against the ties around each of them because you’re dying to touch him, to get a grip on anything in the hopes that it’ll take the edge off. He chuckles against your sensitive sex, lips latching against your clit. His lips turn to teeth though and when he bites down, this sends a jolt through you and you moan his name over and over.

❝ So fucking pretty, all tied up for me..❞ Charlie mutters, dazed. He pulls away from your pussy to stare up at you. This is gonna be fucking hot to watch later. - the thought comes and he chuckles to himself, working his way up your body. His thick cock slips between throbbing folds, teasing at entry. ❝ I’m gonna use you.❞ he mutters. But the soft way he touches you contradicts what he’s saying, yet it somehow doesn’t at the same time. You arch yourself up into him and whine in need as he teases at entry again. His hand settles around your throat, giving a light squeeze at first.

His grip tightens a little more when he sinks into you deeper. You gasp and he chuckles. ❝ It’d be so easy, y’know?❞ he mutters, smooth as silk against the shell of your ear. You moan ❝ W-what would?❞once you feel him ease up just barely on the amount of pressure he’s applying.

❝ To kill you, pretty girl. You’re all tied up. You’re at my mercy right now..❞

You whine and rock yourself upward, meeting his thrusts eagerly as he buries himself deep inside you. His words are still sitting heavy in your mind. Not heavy enough to stop this and say it’s gone too far and you’re starting to get scared, heavens no. His arm reaches for the nightstand and your eyes widen when you see his hand settle on the sharp knife. Charlie chuckles quietly. ❝ Wanna use our word yet, pretty girl?❞ he's almost taunting you when he asks the question.

Every part of you is torn. You want to shout your safeword at the top of your lungs -and then you want to get as far as you can from the guy, but deep down, at the same time, you’re too turned on. You feel too alive right now. And you do trust him. He’d never intentionally hurt you… right?

The knife’s unsharpened side is pressed against your skin and he fucks into you a little faster, a little more roughly as cold metal presses against hot skin. Your pulse is racing and you’re unsure whether it’s fear or the fact that you’re so turned on.

His cock smashes against your cervix roughly and he’s growling your name. The bite mark on your inner thigh is burning, friction making barely broken skin irritated. ❝ Relax.❞ he mutters, slowing down to look down at you. He presses the unsharpened side of the knife against you just a little harder, ❝ If I were going to hurt you, I’d have done it already.❞

And he’s not lying, either. If he were going to hurt you, he would have done it much earlier, the first time he choked you. The knife raises and your heart starts to pound. You struggle for a second, torn between how good each deep thrust feels and fear, true primal fear. You're tearing up, you don't realize it until you feel a teardrop roll down your cheek.

The knife slices through the ties keeping your wrists bound. You take a ragged breath. He wouldn't hurt me, you try to tell yourself, this is Charlie Walker. I've known him since 4th grade. He wouldn't hurt me. But there's a part of you that's starting to wonder. He looks just a little too at ease, that knife looks just a little too comfortable in his hands. And the things he's saying to you, most importantly, the bit where he pointed out how easy it'd be to kill you and how your life is in his hands right now.. Those are still lingering. But this feels too good, it's hot and despite your nagging fears, this is the most alive you've ever felt. And maybe, you think to yourself, maybe that's another reason I'm not comfortable. Maybe it's because this feels too good to me and I know it shouldn't.

❝ It’s not as much fun with your hands tied, pretty girl.❞ he tells you, a voice velvety and smooth against the shell of your ear. You whine a little and he chuckles. The knife settles back on the nightstand with a soft thud. Your hands are all over him immediately, nails rake up and down his back. He growls against your neck as his teeth graze against soft skin.

He’s almost tempted to take another bite. The way your pulse is racing right now and you’re so responsive. So needy. Those two elements are driving him feral.

When his teeth sink into your neck and you feel the sharp stinging pain, you squeal again because you’re caught off guard. Charlie feathers a gentle kiss over the surface wound and chuckles quietly. ❝ Did you think I wasn’t going to mark what belongs to me, pretty girl?❞ he questions, his hips stammering. Your pussy clamps around him so tight. It feels too damn good. And he didn’t think you could get any wetter, yet you have. ❝ You’re so goddamn wet. Admit it.. you like it when I use you.❞ he groans out as he starts to fuck into you, a hand settling on your hip with a bruising grip to keep you still.

He wants you to lie there and take it. Just the thought that he holds your life in his hands right now is the ultimate high for him. ❝ Lay here and take it. Be a good little blow up doll, pretty girl.❞ he nips at your ear as he says it, ❝ I’m gonna fuckin cum, pretty girl...❞ he groans out, your own orgasm has your body racked with tension, aching all over because he’s pushed you into and pulled you out of it so many times by this point that you’re begging, pleading with him to let you cum, your pleas seem to be falling on deaf ears until he growls against your neck ❝ So fuckin close… You gonna come with me, pretty girl?❞

No further coaxing is needed, and even though you feel like everything you've just done was 'wrong' somehow, even though you know you shouldn't want to cum or want him so bad, your orgasm smashes into you, leaving you weak and clinging to him as he fucks you through it, staring down at you because the fucked out look in your eyes is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He falls to the bed beside you, panting and tired, pale skin flushed pink.

You lie there, staring at the ceiling. Now that the fog is clearing, you’re realizing something. It was way too easy for him to do what you asked him to do. And those two times he bit you hard enough to draw blood, the smile after he watched blood trickle from the wounds were the only two genuine smiles you can ever remember seeing from him.

This is at least a little unsettling for you.

Charlie pulls you closer and you let him, but you’re tense in his arms. He can feel the second your mood shifts. He raises up to look down at you. ❝ You okay?❞ he asks, pressing soft kisses to your skin as his hand skims over your body. ❝ You want me to do anything?❞ he asks, staring at you as he tries to gauge your current mood.

❝ Y-yeah.❞ you stammer out after a second or two of staring up at him, ❝ I’m fine. You.. you don't have t' do anything.❞ you try to force a smile when you look at him, but you keep circling back to the things he said. The way he seemed to show more emotion now, with this 'role' you had him take on than he's shown in the entire time you've known him.

When he pulled out the knife.. you think to yourself, that's the first time I've ever seen his smile reach his eyes in the entire time I've known him. It was scary.

It’s a lie. You're not fine. You know it and he knows it. And he takes a deep breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. ❝ I tried to tell you this was a bad idea...❞ and you nod in agreement. His stomach churns because he’s starting to realize that he might just have to kill you after all…

And it’s not something he necessarily wants to do. It’s not something he can do, he’s tried once before.

But I’m not losing her, either, he thinks to himself, she belongs to me now. One way or another. Dead or alive.

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halsteadsbradshaw · 2 years

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More Than Words (Upstead)

The little ways that Upstead show their love for each other besides saying "I love you"

(Im suppose to be studying for exams but i'd rather do anything but so please enjoy the result of my procrastination! fair warning - its not really proof read so please ignore any potential grammar mistakes)

Obviously they are always saying "I love you", but given everything that happened the first time Jay said it, I think that they are always trying to show their love beyond words

Jay is definitely giving little touches throughout the day. He does good to respect their agreement at work but outside of work? This man cannot keep his hands to himself

I think it would be little things like putting his hand on the small of back

In the mornings, if Hailey is out of bed before Jay, he will go behind her, wrap his arms around her and put his chin on her head. They will stay like that for a while before either one speaks

If they are both in bed at the same time, he either has her pulled on his chest or his arms around her

It's just as comforting for Jay as it is for Hailey. He has this need to have her close so he knows she's safe.

If they are out at Molly's with their friends, (especially after he's had a few) he is glued to her side. Whether his hand is on her back, on her thigh or he's holding her hand, its clear to everyone that they are there together

Speaking of hand holding, I think Jay and Hailey are constantly playing with each other's rings

They definitely have their own code surrounding hand holding, 1 squeeze means I love you, 2 means Im here and it will be okay

I think Jay also likes to play with Hailey's hair, if they are on the couch and she's in front of him, at some point his hands are in her hair

"its always so soft, I love it"

Hailey tries to teach him how to braid it, but he fails miserably. She will never tell him that she caught him watching youtube videos on how to braid hair after that

Hailey loves to be close to Jay, he's her rock and she doesn't want to leave that

I think Hailey's hand always finds her hands to Jays back or his chest. It makes her feel secure and Jay absolutely loves it

These two flirted with coffee for SO long

Its almost like a competition on who will by the other coffee

Before they lived together there were several incidents of them both showing up with two coffees

Jay loves to take a sip out of her coffee cup. He has his own but he always insists that Hailey's is better

I feel like Jay is a good cook. For Hailey's birthday, he makes a special dish that Hailey had as a kid

It absolutely makes her day

Hailey strikes me as a good baker, she's always making muffins or something. Even though they are married and living together, she still likes to wait until they get to work to surprise him with one

She would put it on his desk with a little heart sticky note

Jay loves it and it brightens his day every time

Jay was never a candle guy until he met Hailey, then he got use to all the scents around the apartment

He goes out and buys candles all the time

He's so excited to tell Hailey about them

"this one reminds me of you"

I mentioned before that Jay loves Hailey's hair and she knows this

Once she figured out his favourite shampoo thats all she would use

These two are always looking at each other

They can tell what the other is thinking without either speaking a word

After an especially hard case, before they can talk Jay just looks at her - the look tells her that everything will be okay, he is there regardless

Hailey just nods

Anytime Ruzek someone says something stupid, their eyes find each other

Jay raises his eyebrows and it always makes Hailey lose her composure

Jay loves to look at Hailey, she is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen

Hailey always catches him staring

Hailey also loves to stare at Jay, but i feel like she's a bit more subtle

In the mornings, before he wakes up she just lays there and studies his face - every freckle that is sprinkled across his cheek

They LOVE watching each other work. They are both so proud and there is so many moments that are just like hell yeah thats my husband/wife

Jay is always smiling at Hailey and it makes her melt

Hailey has the same affect on Jay

Even though they are married, they still get butterflies

I just know Hailey is an amazing singer and you cant tell me otherwise

She didn't sing often but when she did it would make Jay so happy

She started singing more just for him when she realized this fact

Every time Jay asks if Hailey is okay, he's also saying he loves her, and she knows it

When they are on their way to work, Jay always puts on the playlist Hailey made for him.

Its his go to now because it reminds him of her

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xen2writes · 2 years

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Literally just followed hi thnx for such excellent fics! So I'm 4'11" and as a verified Short Girl I would very much like to spend every waking moment clinging to big strong Bakugo like a koala lol.

me giggling at this as if m not just 5'0ft 💀

thank you so much for reading and m really happy that you love my work, i will be posting more soon !! all these sweet messages are so encouraging 💗

and he will absolutely LOVEEE you for that, he will love to hold you anytime and anywhere. lets you cling to his arm while he's talking to someone. loves it cause it speaks to everyone watching about how he's all yours and once again loves it in general cause you being able to lean on him makes him feel all confident and proud of himself.

he will pick you up all of a sudden and put you on his lap, your back leaning against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder and much bigger arms encircling around your waist as he hold his phone in his palms and gives you one of his earphones, probably does this whenever he finds a video that he thinks you will like and you both watch it together like that. whispers whatever he thinks of the thing you're watching in your ear and OMFG HE WILL CHUCKLE IN YOUR EAR LIKE THAT TOO AND SQUEEZES YOUR WAIST SOFTLY WHENEVER HE DOES AAHHH

absentmindedly takes your small hands in his larger ones and kinda just stares with the softest look in his eyes and leaves the softest kisses on each of your fingers.

absolutely LOVES cuddling with you, can't help but give you small squeezes whenever you guys cuddle.

he will be a lil tease about you being so small but he will absolutely adore the shit out of every part of you.

#thank you so much for following too #reemie got an ask 💌#: anon #bakugou drabble

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sergeantbuckybarnes · 3 years

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thirsty // tom holland

Summary: You and Tom read some thirst tweet for a BuzzFeed’s video

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: suggestive

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @amandalove for proofreading this! 💙

I got all of the thirst tweets from the BuzzFeed videos and some for Tom from an article from them. I don’t own any of them.

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“Hi guys, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“We are at BuzzFeed and we’re going to read some thirst tweets.”

Tom held the bucket for you and you picked a piece of paper. “Y/N Y/L/N is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye,” you read. That was a very good start. “Have you seen Megan Fox or Blake Lively? There are so many more beautiful people out there.”

Your boyfriend took the paper from your hand. “I agree with them,” he said, staring straight at the camera and pointing at you. “Have you looked at her? She’s a work of art.” You smiled at him and leaned to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, love.”

“Tom Holland is a precious bean, protect him,” Tom read. “That’s sweet. We are starting soft.”

“I think it’s gonna get worse as we continue.” You have watched some of the other celebs videos before so you knew what you got yourself into, and you knew things could get very spicy.

“Y/N Y/L/N is like a fine mixture of sexy and cute and seductive like damn girl. Thank you, I’m flattered. This is really boosting my self-esteem.”

“Tom Holland isn't just a snack he's the whole meal,” your boyfriend read. “That wasn’t that bad.”

”Y/N Y/L/N can choke me and run me over and I would say thank you and sorry for the dent in the car,” you laughed. You have seen a lot of tweets like these addressed to other people, but you never thought you would get one.

“Why would someone want to be run over by a car?” Tom asked confused. “People are into some weird shit.”

You wiped a tear from your laughing and handed the bucket to him. “I saw Spider-Man last night and Tom Holland is the purest thing in this world which is saying something because my dog exists. That’s nice. Thank you.”

“If I ever met @YOURUSERNAME I would let her roar the fuck out of me.” You frowned. “What does roar mean?”

“Whatever it is, she wouldn’t do it. Sorry, mate.” Tom took the paper from your hands and tossed it aside.

You held the bucket for him and he picked his next tweet “Tom Holland has set the standard for all Spiderman's and that's the tea.”

You nodded in agreement. “Very true.” You picked another tweet out of the bucket “Y/N Y/L/N is one fine azz woman. Thank you. That’s… that’s nice.”

“When are people going to realize that Tom Holland truly is one of the best actors of our generation?”

“I ask myself that every day,” you quickly replied.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to think that,” Tom said before picking a tweet and handing it to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N looks a lot Iike my next girlfriend,” you read, and before you even had the chance to respond, your boyfriend did it for you.

“Maybe somewhere else in the multiverse, but not in this one. Sorry, mate.”

You weren’t gonna argue with that.

“Tom Holland shirtless in Spider-Man Homecoming is my new obsession.”

“And you saw that through a screen. Imagine seeing it in person.” You faked being sweaty, and your boyfriend laughed at your antics.

You picked out another one. “I don’t think I can handle how hot Y/N Y/L/N is. I’m crying. Don’t cry. I’m not all that hot — “

“Yes, you are.” Your boyfriend argued with your statement.

You look at him. “I look like shit when I wake up.”

Tom looked at you with a serious expression on his face. “No, you don’t. You always look stunning.”

You smiled at him. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Just honest.”

“Daily reminder: Tom Holland is daddy af.”

“Oh, remember that time we were at the mall and someone yelled “zaddy” to you?” You laughed at the memory and looked straight at the camera. “If you are watching this, thank you. You made my day.”

"Y/N's boobs are my favorite thing." You covered your face in embarrassment. “Um… Thank you. My boobs appreciate your compliment.”

“I mean… Your boobs are amazing but your personality is way much better.” You felt your heart melt at your boyfriend's words.

“I love how everyone can agree that Tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians,” he read. “That’s… that’s a really nice one.”

“You are keeping that?” You laughed when you saw that he didn’t toss it out. Instead, he put it inside his pocket.

“I’m gonna hold onto that one.”

You shook your head and picked another tweet for you. “Y/N Y/L/N can get it anytime.”

“She doesn’t want it. But thank you for the offer.” Tom took the tweet from your hand and tossed it aside just like he had done before with the previous tweet.

“Tom Holland is both sexy and cute and it’s really affecting my sanity”

“Same, girl,” you commented, and picked out another tweet. “Y/N Y/L/N owns my ass.”

“She already owns an ass, and it’s a great one if I say so myself.”

“You do have a lil cute ass.”

Your boyfriend looked at you offended, “I don’t have a lil ass.”

You laughed, “I know. I’m just kidding, love.”

You handed the bucket to him and he picked a piece of paper, "My ideal weight is Tom Holland on top of me."

“Mine too!” you grinned.

“Oh my god… Mum, if you're watching this, please stop.”

You laughed and picked another tweet from the bucket. “Y/N Y/L/N can stick her tongue down my throat I guess.”

“I guess I can, but I’m not going to.” You shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I think if Tom Holland were any more perfect, my eyes would have a meltdown and I’d go blind. That’s very nice. But I’m far from perfect.”

“You are perfect for me.”

Your boyfriend’s gaze filled with adoration landed on you. “Thank you, darling.” He pulled your chair closer to him as he threw an arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Y/N Y/L/N is the most perfect human ever, I love her so much. I wish I could rub her nipples & lick cheese off her butt.” This one made you a little uncomfortable. “Um… that’s really specific.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“You shouldn’t put that on the internet.” Tom's voice was serious and you could see how he was clenching his mouth. You put a hand on his legs, letting him know everything was fine.

“I’ll pretend that my body pillow is Tom Holland.”

“I’ll tell you, he is an amazing pillow but he is MY pillow. So back off.” You turned to look at your boyfriend, he was given an amused look to you. “Any comments?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Y/N Y/L/N I love you with your glowing skin and your perfect face I just want to hug you bc you are the love of my life. This is probably one of the sweetest things ever.” You looked down at the tweet again. “I’m keeping this, I’m gonna frame it and look at it when I’m sad.”

“Tom Holland fuck me in the ass with that English accent,” he read. “Is that even possible?” Tom frowned looking at the tweet and then giving the camera a confused look.

“Why does it have to be him, though?” you questioned. “Hiddleston, Paul, and Ben also have English accents. So, you know, go and ask them.”

“I can’t believe Y/N Y/L/N invented being sexy,” you laughed. “I find it hard to believe, to the point of knowing that’s not true.” You paused for a second, before speaking again. “Who was it that invented being sexy?” you wondered. “Like, when was sexy invented?”

“Is that something that worries you now?”

“Well, it’s an interesting subject!” You defended yourself before handing the bucket to your boyfriend. “This is the last one, better be good.”

“I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to Tom Holland’s abs because fine art must be recognized.”

“Yeah, girl!” you beamed. “Also, can you share that board with me?” you whispered like it was a secret. “And that’s it… It wasn’t that bad.”

Your boyfriend glanced at you. “That’s your opinion.”

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me you didn’t have fun!”

“I would rather be roasted by Anthony and Sebastian.”

“That’s saying a lot…”

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imaginesntingz · 3 years

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Haikyuu Headcannons: When they’re obsessed with your 🍑 (Oikawa Tooru, Ukai Keishin, Kozume Kenma)

Warnings: Swearing, not super explicit/nsfw, but suggestive content so I’ll put it below the cut just in case

A/N: What’s good everyone? Here’s something that I’ve stayed up way too late working on. It’s 5 in the morning and I’ve forgotten my own name. Let me know if y’all want a continuation with other characters. They all ended up being setters in this one so I just went with it I guess. All characters are aged up and 18+. I hope you enjoy! Please don’t copy any of my writings. My content is originally written and I put a lot of time and effort into each piece. Ask me before reposting.

Oikawa Tooru:

Of course he’s respectful when you’re in public, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed the way that new skirt he bought you last week accentuates your ass in justtt the right way.

You’ve caught him staring a few times and he always plays innocent like the sly little shit that he is.

You called him out once, but you know your mans is dramatic

“You wound me, (y/n) chan! What kind of a man do you take me for? I’m a gentleman! Honestly it’s not all that impressive anyways”

“Sounds like someone’s projecting”

“(Y/N), YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!”

“You blatantly asked for the smoke, so I kindly obliged~”

“I was just kidding, baby! Why’d you have to come for me like that? 😭😭😭😭”

You had one brattykawa on your hands after that one. Dats tough

Anywhooo

Once you two are alone OOF. This. Bitch. Is. SHAMELESS.

He can’t keep his hands off of you. Doesn’t matter the size or shape

Your ass = Tooru magnet

He could pick you out in a crowd of people based on that booty alone

You’ll be cuddling on the couch, you're on top with your head on his chest just watching a movie and enjoying each other’s presence. Then BAM he’s got both cheeks in each hand, squeezing and kneading firmly

“Neee, (y/n) chan~ You’re so soft, baby girl~ How is that even allowed? Damn you’re so gorgeous, princess”

You: Head Empty

You're bent over the kitchen island scrolling through your phone? This mans is playing patty cake on your buns. Those setter hands are dangerously powerful. Of course he knows how to restrain himself as to not hurt you but whew some of those spanks leave you deliciously breathless and your little gasps are like music to his ears… which usually leads to other tingzzzzz and Tooru teasing you for walking funny the next day

Could his ego get any bigger? I don’t know if we’d survive it

Wearing his favorite pair of leggings or those cute pajama shorts? It’s on sight. You’re trapped beneath this painfully beautiful brat of a man and you wouldn’t have it any other way

And lawwdd if you know how to twerk. He might just faint on the spot

RIP Oikawa it was for a good cause

Ukai Keishin:

Oh boy

Keishin gives me serious ass man vibes. Idk what it is

He worships you in every way possible, but that ass holds a special place in this cranky man’s heart

After a long day of working with crops, managing the store and volleyball practice, this man is tired and grumpy. Hinata somehow managed to almost meet his eternal rest when he was nearly hit by a TRUCK and a CAR and a BIKE and a STATIONARY POLE trying to outdo Kageyama while racing in the neighborhood. He swears those kids have taken at least ten years off his life span.

This man is v stressed

So when he comes home to find you reading in bed on your stomach in nothing but his t-shirt and those sexy panties that show off that beautiful bum… Honestly he could’ve cried he was so geeked.

He teared up a bit ngl (He’d never admit it tho)

This guy swan dived into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your glorious cakes

“Bad day, hon?”

“Mmmphh”

He took a fat nap right then and there

He was so bitchy and whiny when you woke him up to change sleeping positions (as long as you let him slip a hand on a cheek when you got comfortable, he’s a happy camper)

He just loves feeling the warmth and weight of it in his hands, it’s comforting to him and feels super grounding idk

But boy oh boy does this man love to give it a good smack or two or ten

Watch out bb 😈

He’ll spank you anywhere anytime, but he’s real sneaky about it in public….until he’s not LOL. It just depends on the environment and who is around

Like Oikawa, the strength in those setter hands will have you shOOk to the core especially a seasoned one like Kei

One time you were doing your morning stretches, slipping into downward dog and HO. NEY. Keishin was already pulling you flush against his pelvis and smacking that 🍑 like a djembe drum until tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body was vibrating with desire it was WILD

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You are a work of fucking art, you know that? You’re not going anywhere today. That’s a promise.”

And that’s how you ended up with twins. Not sorry.

10/10 would recommend

Kozume Kenma:

Listen Linda

It took a while for you to notice

But Kenma is truly OBSESSED with the booty

It took him a while to even admit it to himself tbh

He would look away immediately when he caught himself staring

And he may have appeared chill on the surface but blondie was internally screaming as you literally sat on top of him while he was gaming

He was so hesitant poor bb was overthinking it so hard. He just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or think he was weird etc etc

It was confirmed to you when you started waking up in the middle of the night to a fully unconscious Kenma giving your ass subtle squeezes in his sleep

You’ll literally have to sit this man down and be super direct about it

Once you give him the go ahead chillle it’s on and poppin

Only when y’all are alone of course cuz as we know, Kenma is v shy and a very private person

He’s not the pda type in general

Again, he loves it when you sit on top of him when he’s playing video games. Especially when you straddle him. His hand does this smooth slide down your back that sends shivers down your spine before settling over the swell of your butt. He’ll give the occasional rub and caresses your thigh softly. Another muse of his. Kenma LIVES for your thighs. Would happily be suffocated by them. Whoops. Squeeze them around his waist or grind into his lap and you’ll be on your back faster than you can say yes please

When you’re cuddling, he’ll just start jiggling that cake in his hands. He finds it fascinating, soothing and unbelievably hot all at once. The perfect combination in his opinion.

“ . . . Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Watcha doin back there?”

*continues in concentrated silence*

“Babe??”

“. . . You’re like a sexy human stress ball . . So soft . . So cute . . So squishy . .”

“Ummmkay?”

My mans is hypnotized. He would do that shit for hours if you let him let’s be real. That thang is thangin

He would buy you ALL of the jeans, leggings, shorts, dresses, hoodies, crops, shirts, skirts. Everything and anything that fits your body type in all the right places, Kenma is on it and good lord is he invested. He absolutely spoils you. Blondie bae is surprisingly good at keeping your style in mind while also pushing you to try new things that end up making you look stunning. Big ups

The only time Kenma has spanked you was in retaliation. You wanted to see his reaction to being spanked. So once when he was distracted by his switch, you slowly walked up behind him and SMACK

Kenma nearly dropped the damn switch 😤 You’ve never seen this boi whip his whole body around and bend you over so fast

Two swift yet heavy blows to your backside had you rethinking your whole life. Everything about that moment lives in your head rent free

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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He’s channeling his energy productively.

Jaune walked down the halls of Beacon backed to his dorm, it had been a long day so far, not a hard day though, just one of those days that kept going and seemed like they wouldn’t end. Making it back to his room would at least let him spend the rest of day how’d like.

The sounds of laughter followed a group of older girls walked pasted him. It was outside of class time so the students could wear whatever they wanted. They wore clothes that were made to go clubbing.

Jaune’s eyes had a life of their own as they stared at the girls walking past, you’d think having seven sisters would make him more respectful wouldn’t you? But, having a lesbian older sister, and a couple others that were bi, all they did was teach him how to peak without getting caught.

That said he’d doubt his friends would call him out for staring, considering some of the girls here had assets that would give Yang pause.

They didn’t notice him pausing and walked by, a fragrant fruity perfume left behind. Jaune couldn’t help but look behind him, watching those girls go, a sway in their step that cause something in Jaune to rise up.

“Dammit,” Jaune cursed as his pants tightened up.

Jaune look around before he adjusted his pants, so that his zipper wouldn’t fly off by accident again, and tucking his erection down his pant leg so that it’d be less noticeable.

Jaune felt frustration well up in him, this had become a reoccurring problem since he started Beacon. The girls here were just too damn hot! It made walking anywhere a damn hassle and a embarrassment, and he had no way to release any of his damn tension in his dorm, Nora had broken the locks to the bathroom and the door; That had probably been the closest he had ever come to killing somebody.

Letting out an other sigh he resigned himself to shuffling back to the dorm as the blood went flowing elsewhere. He should just thank his lucky stars that he’d never popped a boner anywhere near Ruby, Yang would have found out somehow, probably Nora, and then killed him.

Right as he got close to the dorms, Jaune’s blood-flow was back to normal, but he still felt tense and incredibly worked up.

The sound of weights being lifted, treadmills running, and other exercise equipment sounded from nearby.

The gym was only a short walk away from the dorms. Jaune paused for a moment, Nora and Yang always seemed to go to the gym when they go worked up, maybe he should try it, it’s not like he didn’t go often anyway, so what would it hurt to work out so stress?

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Jaune stared at the scroll in his hands, ‘10:03′ where did the time go? He went in at ‘4:26′, went to the weight rack, and then everything seemed to go into a blur, and then the next thing he remembered was a upperclassman telling him the gym was closing in soon.

“Guess, I had more stress to work out than I thought I did.” Jaune said to himself walking to the gym showers, suddenly starting to feel exhausted and wanting to jump into bed at the closest opportunity.

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The next morning was agonizing, his arms felt like they were made of pure, while on fire and being pulled apart! Maybe he went too hard last night.

He was also feeling cavernously hungry. No wonder Nora has an appetite like a black-hole.

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Jaune’s problem came back in full force during lunch when Yang leaned too far back and the top couple buttons of her shirt decided they wanted a life in the air force.

Leaving Jaune with a delicious view of her cleavage.

Yang looked at her shirt, “Shoot, I actually liked this one.” She then resumed eating.

A hand caressing his leg, brought him out of his vision. “Are you alright, Jaune?” Pyrrha’s warm, gentle voice whispered into his ear

A mildly blush went up his face. “Yeah, just, uh, taking in the view.”

“Oh, ok then, but if your not feeling well, I can take you back to the room.”

“I’m good.” Jaune said a little too fast, as his mind started to fill in the blanks of what his monkey brain wanted to do to Pyrrha.

Pyrrha nodded.

Jaune felt thankful that Yang or Nora hadn’t found a chance to tease him about being alone with Pyrrha.

Lunch came and went, and Jaune made sure he was the last to get up, so that his problem wouldn’t be seen. He couldn’t exactly fiddle with himself under the table without drawing attention. So with all the swiftness he had, he tucked himself into his pant-leg while getting up.

In hindsight, maybe walking behind his developed female friends, and especially Blake, was a bad idea. His other head disagreed with him.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, combat class was a mess, but mostly cause he can’t being drawn to his friend outfits, they showed so much leg.

He went back to the gym again after class, he went to the treadmill and leg exercise machine. The upperclassman had to tell him to leave again.

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The rest of the week seemed to follow a similar pattern for Jaune, he’d wake up sore, but a little less so each day, go to class, end up aroused, then pent up, then go to the gym when he had the free time, and only when he had free time, going into those workout trances made him lose anytime for studying, hanging out, or training.

Training with Pyrrha was probably the hardest part of his week, literally and metaphorical, because while he loved Pyrrha like a sister, his body constantly reminded him that they were not siblings! It always made him feel disgusted when ever he looked at Pyrrha that way. No way Pyrrha ever looked at him that way.

After training with Pyrrha though, he still had two hours before the gym closed, and he was pent up again.

The upperclassman had told him to get an alarm or something, cause he wouldn’t always be there to tell him to leave.

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Hanging out with team RWBY was always a... Experience, they were fun, don’t get him wrong, but it was like chaos in a bottle. The bottle was also cracked, and there was no cork either.

Today he and the rest of his team came over to hangout, and Ruby insisted they play twister.

Jaune was forming a bridge with his arms bending backwards to stay on there spot, while Ruby was draped across him with one leg over his shoulder and the other over his arm, with her front laying across his stomach, and her arms going in between and around his legs. While Nora lay under him her chest pressing into his back. It was also a really small mat.

Everybody else had dropped out, or refused to play, while Blake controlled the game, and Yang video taped everything.

Then Nora sneezed into his neck. That was the straw that broke the camels back. Sneeze both tickled his neck and scared the life out of Jaune, as he somehow managed to jump a foot into the air from his position, carrying Ruby with him. They landed on Nora with a thud.

Jaune’s position with Nora’s chest on his back and Ruby’s legs on his chest, really wasn’t going to help with his tension, as his lower-body decided to achieve liftoff.

That said he had managed to get a grip on himself lately,. So Jaune calmly got off Nora, and picked up Ruby, putting her next to Nora. All while hiding his full mast, then went to the gym again.

“You think he’s alright?” Ruby asked innocently.

“Probably just rubbing one out.” Nora said full of confidence. “These sweater puppy's of mine are of a quality most women can only dream of, yet here I sit, my majesty a reality, I don’t blame Jaune at all.”

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Jaune was watching with wrapt attention as Ms. Goodwitch strode across the arena pointing out several flaws in recorded fights she had on holographic videos. Tapping them with her wand to enhance the smaller images at time.

RIIIP

Her blouse broke, showing off globes of creamy white flesh barely being contained by a purple bra.

Ms. Goodwitch paused, a light blush on her face. “Well, Students this should teach us to be prepared for anything.”

Jaune then got up, walking out the door.

“Mr. Arc, where do you think your going?” His teacher asked severely, as several laughs broke out of the room, many people pointing at him.

“To the gym. I don’t think I’m going to be able to focus much today.” “Very well, any others who wished to join him?”

The gym was very packed that day.

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Jaune enjoyed hanging out with Pyrrha, she was probably the best friend he ever had. He just wished she would stop having to bend over so often in front of him, or walking in front of him when she did that he couldn’t help but focus on her swaying hips.

Jaune sighed as he felt a rise tower start to erect. “I’m going to the gym be back later.”

Pyrrha merely looked bewildered. She though she had him for sure this time!

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The transfer students were interesting people, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. They came from all walks of life, all paths, all creeds and kingdoms. From the strictly dressed military like Atlas Academy, to the survival of the fittest types and loosely dressed Shade Academy, or the storied and traditional style of Mistral. They were all interesting, diverse, strong and incredible sexy.

Ever since he ran into that black haired girl and her green haired partner, he somehow kept managing to find them in the most compromising or revealing positions possible.

So, Jaune started hitting the gym harder than ever.

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1 Year later....

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With a slight shaking arms Jaune pushed the loaded bar back up, exhaling. Then he took a slow, deep inhale as he lowered it down to his chest, then exhaled rising it up again. Inhale, exhale, till he finished his rep.

He rose up from the bench with a grate moan, feeling the warm soreness across his body. It hurt, but in a good way. In a way he couldn’t have appreciated a year ago.

Grabbing his towel he wiped the sweat off his face, and then cleaned off the bench. Treat the gym right, and it’ll treat you right back.

Jaune paused as he walked toward the shower, he had gotten into a habit of showering here so he didn’t have to make his teammate's rush to clean up, there was wall of mirror he looked himself over finding nothing of note, beside himself sweaty and his hair kinda sticky looking.

The water was cold, but high pressured, helping unwind any knots on his back and wash off grime better. He had started taking cold showers more frequently as in the field your rarely got to wash off in general, and if you did, it’s not likely you’ll get hot water, so it he thought it was probably best to get into the habit now.

Working out felt good, taking a shower afterword was just perfect. The only thing that would make it better was wearing his onesie, he had a right to comfort! But, it had gone mysteriously missing after he met Coco on his walk back from the gym half a year ago. So, for now he was stuck wearing white tank-top, and a pair of cotton shorts back to the dorm.

He waved by to the upperclassman about to close the gym, and left for his dorm. He may not have started going to the gym for the right reason, but over the course of a year, he felt like he had grown from then. In fact... what was the reason he started going to the gym? Something about women? Eh, must have been nothing. Ever since he started taking his training double seriously during the Vytal festival, it was like he just didn’t feel dating anybody till he around to being a huntsman, like that there was more to life than dating or stuff.

Jaune ran a hand through his hair, he had started growing it out at the beginning of the second year and now Pyrrha and everybody else vetoed him getting a hair cut!

“Hahah, jokes on them though, they have to brush the knots out of my hair!”

Walking back to his dorm a fruity perfume pasted his nose, a vaguely familar laughter along with it. Then a slightly familar group of girls were walking in the opposite direction as him. They looked like they came back from a night on the town. He liked the way they dressed, it complimented themselves very well.

As he walked pasted them they paused and stared at him, Jaune paused too, but shrugged, giving them a broad smile and a wave before walking back to his dorm.

Jaune failed to miss the women eyeing fucking him as he walked away, all of them red face and heavy breathing.

“Hmm, why do I feel like I’m in danger?”

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Jaune wasn’t sure when, but he had grown into a morning person. It was fun to get up in the morning now, he liked watching the sun rise, seeing the sky change colors on his morning runs.

Being team leader meant having responsibilities, so being a early riser now meant getting up his team, they were going to be third-years in a not small amount of time. So he made sure that they got up at a reasonable time to prepare for the day. Along with the fact on mission they would have to get up before the sun rise on most days.

Also, he especially liked to watch his teammates get up, it was entertaining in different ways from Nora crashing out of bed, to Ren rising from a blanket cocoon, and Pyrrha’s silly little death threats to any man stealing bitches out there.

He tended to wake them up with a gentle approach putting hand on there shoulders and carefully shaking them awake. He had forgotten how strong he was a couple of months ago when he sent Nora flying into a wall by accident, so had tried to be gentle.

The rest of Team Jnpr had learned a couple months ago that they no longer had a choice in waking up early, the only choice was before the sun was up or after.

Jaune put on his uniform for class, he frowned a little bit, as it was tighter than it was yesterday. Maybe it’s new? Guess it needs to be broken in.

Team RWBY met them at breakfast, Ruby refused to let her other bestie get ahead in the leader game by letting just JNPR get up early! Jaune didn’t notice but he often got murderous glances from Blake.

Eating breakfast Jaune felt a crick in his back so he leaned back.

Pop-pop-pop-pop, RIIIIP!

His buttons on his shirt fired off like a machine gun shattering against the walls of the cafeteria, and then his shirt fell to pieces, revealing his sculpted torso, arms and abs.

“Ahh man, I liked that shirt.” Then continued eating, not aware of the stares his friends, other students, and Ms. Goodwitch were giving his body, eyeing him up as much or more than he used to do to them.

AN: If this Jaune was ever put into a situation where couldn’t exercise for like a week, his libido would come back with vengeance and make him a unstoppable sex monster. That said, what are the odds of that happening?

#Jaune Arc #Not quite crack #Slight Himboification #Team JNPR #Team RWBY #Glynda Goodwitch

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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I was watching this video w Megan Rapinoe & Sue Bird (tumblr won’t let me link but it’s from 2 days ago on GQ- they ask each other questions but it’s like quiz style?) and didn’t know if you would want to do something similar for coops? Some of the stuff they said/how they acted reminded me of coops’ dynamic

Anon, this video was the perfect way to spend an evening. Both these women are my role models and they’re unbelievably cute together--go check out the video here if you have the chance! Their dynamic is a lot like how I imagine Coops, too! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Hey, Lions, we’re back!” Sirius waved at the camera and tapped a short stack on notecards on his thighs. “I’m Captain Sirius Black of the Gryffindor Lions and I’m here with my fiancé, Remus Lupin, to do another couple game.”

“The response to our last few interviews was incredible and we had a great time,” Remus continued. “Miss Marlene McKinnon was kind enough to drag us back in here to answer even more questions!”

“Do you want to go first?”

“Sure.” Remus cleared his throat and pulled the first card. “What are my parents’ first names?”

“Hope and Lyall.”

“Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. What’s my hidden talent?”

“You can sing.”

“Does that count? I feel like most people know that now.”

“Hmm.” Sirius thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on his knees. “You can cook really well.”

“Thank you, baby. What’s my favorite accessory?”

Sirius brightened. “Your watch!”

“Yes!” Remus held it up to the camera—it was simple and elegant, with a leather band and a small face. He wore it with the clock against the inside of his wrist, just above his pulse point. “What is my dream travel destination or vacation?”

“Oh, that’s tough.” Sirius bit his lip in thought. “Seattle? Paris?”

“I do want to go to Seattle, but I’ve always wanted to go to Montreal,” Remus said. “You’ve seen my hometown, but I’ve never been to yours.”

Sirius frowned. “Really?”

“Really. What am I most afraid of?”

“I think…I think you’re most afraid of not being useful,” Sirius said after a moment. “For six years, your job was all about helping people, and it’s not now.”

Remus raised his eyebrows at the camera. “I was going to say the dentist’s office. Goddamn.”

“Sorry,” Sirius laughed. “Yeah, you don’t like medical facilities.”

“I mean, you weren’t wrong about the useful thing,” Remus said. “You still get a point for that. What’s my favorite music, song, or artist to listen to before a game?”

“You don’t have one.”

“That was quick. Half a bonus point for speed. When was our first date and what did we do?”

“Our first official date was just after All-Stars and we went to Sid’s, but we had been together for about three months at that point and just hung out at each other’s houses.”

Remus grinned. “Do you remember what day it was?”

“January 28th.” Sirius gave him a look. “I know for a fact you don’t know what day it was.”

“January 28th.”

“You only know that because I just said it!” Sirius smacked him playfully with his cards. “Next question.”

“What’s my favorite movie and TV show?”

“Jurassic Park and Avatar: The Last Airbender.”

He whistled the first part of the theme song as Sirius did the hand motions. “What’s my shoe size?”

“Oh, god,” Sirius muttered, staring down at the floor. “Eleven? Eleven and a half? You have smaller feet than I do, but not by much.”

“I’m a size ten.”

“Are you really?”

Remus pulled one sneaker off and handed it to him with a laugh. “Check for yourself. Oh, I’d love to know the answer to this one. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Sirius tossed his shoe back with a snort. “You make faces.”

Remus seemed surprised. “Do I?”

“Yeah. You’ve got a very expressive face and the second you’re pissed, it’s written all over it. It’s like—” Sirius pursed his lips and scrunched his nose slightly. “I can’t really do it, but anytime I see that I’m like, ‘oh, shit, what did I do?’ Also, you stop calling me baby.”

“That’s what I was going to say. What’s my favorite city to play in?”

“Not Florida.”

“Not fucking Florida,” Remus agreed with a grin.

“Gryffindor for sure.”

“Where was I born?” He gave Sirius a teasing look. “Do you know this time, or should I get my mom on the line?”

Sirius stuck his tongue out. “Madison, Wisconsin.”

Remus glanced at the camera. “We got asked this question in an interview a few months ago and he had to call my mom afterward because he forgot.”

“She made fun of me the whole time,” Sirius pouted.

“What is my favorite food? Oh, you’ll get this one for sure.” Sirius hesitated and Remus’ eyes widened. “Really?”

“I’m a little torn. It’s either my grilled cheese or your dad’s turkey-cranberry thing. Actually, I don’t think you know what your favorite food is.”

Remus nodded slowly. “That’s a really good point. My first thought was grilled cheese, but my dad makes the best postgame sandwiches. I’ll give you that. What’s my favorite hobby?”

“Reading.”

“What did I want to be when I was a kid?”

“A librarian, until you started playing hockey.”

Remus leaned over and high-fived him. “You’re on a roll, baby. What was my jersey number in college?”

“Number six.”

“The transition was so fucking easy,” Remus laughed. “Coach literally came up to me a month before practices started and went ‘hey, what was your old number?’ and I told him, and he looked down at his clipboard and went, ‘cool.’. I got my jersey two weeks later.”

“Is this your last question?”

“It is, indeed. What’s my full birth name?”

“Remus Jehosephat Lupin.”

“That is incorrect.”

“Close enough. It’s Remus John Lupin, which I find endlessly funny.”

“Why is it funny?” Marlene asked off-screen. Remus hid his face behind his notecards as Sirius laughed.

“Because it’s such a basic middle name! I love Hope and Lyall with my entire heart and they’re wonderful people, but they named their sons Remus and Julian and then I think they got stuck. Like, you’ve got these two very uncommon first names and they sort of went ‘fuck it. John and Michael. We’re done.’ It’s just so funny.”

“Whereas your parents went the extra mile and gave you and Reg goddamn supervillain names,” Remus snorted. “The drama of it all, my god.”

“Alright, alright, my turn.” Sirius leaned his elbows on his knees. “What is my favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“How do I like my coffee?”

Remus hissed between his teeth. “Ah, shit, you always make the coffee. With a lot of sugar, right? It’s black with sugar?”

“It can’t be black if it has sugar in it,” Sirius laughed. “But yes, I do put sugar in my coffee. What are three things I never leave the house without?”

“Keys, wallet, phone.”

“My favorite TV show?”

“Why are you going through these so fast? Uh, Avatar.”

“Did I ever have a job that wasn’t playing hockey?”

“Nope.” Remus frowned. “Were you allowed to get a job as a kid?”

“I was not. What’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Cookies and cream.”

Sirius made a buzzer noise. “Incorrect.”

“Is it chocolate?”

“Yep. You get half a point for that. What’s the first meal I ever cooked for you?”

Remus gave him a look. “You don’t remember what you cooked for me, do you?”

“Refresh my memory?”

“No way!” He punched him lightly on the arm. “I’m not falling for my own tricks. Next question.”

“It’s kind of a repeat from earlier. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Remus fiddled with the edges of his cards. “You act all weird and Captain-y, and then you get quiet. Just cranky vibes all around.”

“Cranky vibes,” Sirius laughed. “Good to know. What are my favorite movie-watching snacks?”

“Popcorn and…Sweet Tarts?”

“Yes!” Sirius gave him a high-five. “Do you know what I like on my popcorn?”

“Butter and enough salt to kill a Victorian child.”

“Bonus point! What is—oh, shit!” He nearly fumbled the cards onto the floor. “What is my favorite movie of all time?”

“Indiana Jones.”

“Which one?”

“The one with Marian, because she reminds you of me.” Remus looked over at the camera. “I really don’t like snakes.”

“What is the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning?”

“Oh, I think this requires a demonstration. C’mere.”

“Does it really?” Sirius sighed as he laid down next to him.

“For sure.” Remus cuddled into his side and laid his head on his shoulder. “Alright, the key to a true Sirius Black wake-up is getting all four limbs wrapped around the other person like you’re trying to suffocate them with affection.”

“Okay—”

“And then,” Remus continued with a grin. “I go, ‘honey, wake up’—”

“You absolutely do not.”

“In my head, that’s what I say. It’s very sweet. To answer the question, the first thing Sirius does is this.” He buried his face in Sirius’ chest and groaned loudly, then dissolved into snickering as Sirius’ chest began to shake with suppressed laughter. “Stop it, you’re ruining the demonstration!”

“You forgot the part where I have to peel you off me with pliers and grease,” Sirius teased as they stood up, dusting themselves off. The camera crew applauded and they both bowed. “Alright, where were we? What am I most scared of?”

“Losing your friends and family,” Remus said. “Also, spiders and most bugs.”

“You forgot one.”

“Which one? The dish soap bubbles?”

“Losing you.”

A vibrant blush tinted Remus’ cheeks and ears, and he floundered for words. “Oh.”

“You still get the points, though,” Sirius said mildly. “What city do I like playing in the most?”

Remus paused for a moment longer, then shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Uh, Gryffindor. You like the crowd.”

“I do.” Sirius smiled at the camera. “To all the fans out there: you are incredible and there is nothing like skating out with everybody roaring so loud the windows shake. Who is my biggest hockey influence?”

“Now, or when you were younger?”

“Now.”

“It’s Dumo, right?”

Sirius nodded. “On and off the ice. What’s my proudest career moment?”

“Hmm, I wonder,” Remus said sarcastically. “Could it possibly be winning the Stanley Cup?”

“Just maybe,” Sirius laughed. “What’s my most famous celly, and which one’s my favorite?”

Remus grinned. “Lightning McQueen.”

“I hate it when you call it that.” Despite his words, Sirius was smiling. “It’s supposed to be cool!”

“Can you elaborate?” Marlene asked.

“I mean, most people who have seen him play know what I’m talking about,” Remus said, gesturing to the camera. “But Sirius’ famous celly is a double fist pump, and I call it the Lightning McQueen because it’s like ka-chow! It’s also his favorite one, though he dances when we’re skating alone or with a couple of the guys.”

“Shhh, they aren’t supposed to know that!” Sirius covered Remus’ mouth with his notecard. “This is the very last one. What is my biggest pet peeve?”

“When I leave my socks laying around the house.”

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner! That drives me fucking bonkers. Marley, who won?”

“It wasn’t a competition,” she said off-screen. “Just a Q & A.”

“Who got the most right?” Remus asked.

“You two are hopeless,” she muttered. There were a few beats of silence. “Remus won, with sixteen and a half out of seventeen. Sirius, you had fifteen and a half.”

“No.” Sirius groaned and dropped his head into his hands as Remus whooped.

“Hell yes!”

“My bonus points let you win.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this.”

Remus faced the camera with a victorious smile. “Thanks for joining us to witness my landslide victory—”

“It was one point.”

“And make sure to like and subscribe for more Lion Pride content! See you around, Lions.” They both mock-saluted, and the video ended.

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Imaginary Friends 2

Part One

Pairing: dad!Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

“I’ll get your seat.” Tom cleared his throat awkwardly before pulling your seat out for you. He was forgetting how to act like a regularly functioning human being and found himself having no idea where to put his hands. He stuffed them in and out of his pockets about a hundred times before you even sat down. Since it was your job to be observant, you noticed his timid demeanor and gave him a warm smile to relax him.

“Oh, thank you.” You chuckled shyly as you sat in the seat.

“No problem, m’lady.” He bowed slightly then shut his eyes in embarrassment. “I’m sorry I said that.”

“It’s alright.” You chuckled again and he let out a breath of relief as he took his seat. His mind went blank as he stared at you in your black cocktail dress, suddenly forgetting every talking point he had ever picked up. Awkward silence filled the space between you and Tom began to panic.

“This place seems really nice.” You spoke up and his heart race went back to normal. You smiled to yourself when you saw the color return to his face.

“Yeah. My family comes here whenever I wrap a movie and come home.” He told you, impressive himself with the easy conversation he was keeping. He stopped fumbling with his hands and let them rest on his lap. Your eyebrows raised when he told you the tidbit and you blushed a little.

“So this is a special place to you?” You asked with a coy smile, reading heavily into the fact he brought you somewhere that had meaning to him.

“Well this is a special occasion.” He shrugged and raised his glass of water. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and you clinked you’re glass against him.

“I’m glad we’re doing this.” You said once you set your glass down. Tom smiled widely and nodded.

“Me too.”

The waiter came by to drop a bucket off ice off at the table and told you both he’d be back shortly for your orders.

“Oo, ice.” You took the lid off the bucket and grabbed an ice cube.

“What are you doing?” Tom wondered as you put the ice cube down in the table.

“Hang on.” You smiled deviously at Tom and began to rummage through your bag. Tom watched you curiously as you took your gun out of your bag and smashed the butt of it against the ice cube. Pieces of ice went everywhere as you and Tom leaned forward on the table as silent laughter escaped your lips. Tom looked around to check if anyone saw with his hand clamped over his mouth as you put your gun away. Your body shook as you laughed, brushing small crumbs of ice off the table.

“Why did you do that?” He asked between bursts of laughter.

“To break the ice.” You said like it was obvious before laughing again.

“With your gun?” He whispered harshly, wiping a tear from his eye. He could not believe you had done what you did. He didn’t even care about the people staring. He was already having the most fun he’d had in a long time.

“If this restaurant had outdoor seating, I would’ve shot it.” You leaned forward to whisper and he broke into another fit of laughter at your boldness, even if you were kidding.

“So you’re trying to kill me?” He teased you.

“I’ll have you know, Mr. Hollywood actor, that I have the best shot on my team.” You said smugly as you took a sip of your water.

“I’m impressed.”

“I am too. I stalked you on the Internet after we met and you’re actually really talented.” You said with surprise and Tom couldn’t help but laugh. “That one clip of the superhero movie where you’re like turning into ashes so was sad.”

“Oh My God, I stalked you too.” He admitted, getting excited now with his fearless date. “And it was dust, darling. I turned to dust.”

“Ew, did you see my FBI induction ceremony?” You grimaced.

“The one with your hair sticking up? No I don’t think so.” He said sarcastically and you groaned.

“That’s so embarrassing. I hate that picture.” You whined. “My hair was everywhere. No one told me I looked like the ginger from the Rugrats.”

“Chuckie?”

“No, not the doll.” You shook your head. “The cartoon baby with the big teeth.”

“His name is Chuckie.” Tom chuckled and your eyes widened.

“Wait really?” You asked. “Why does Hollywood make gingers so scary looking?”

“I have no idea. You’ll have to ask the ginger consultants up in LA.” Tom joked.

“Do they really have that?” You looked amazed and it almost broke Tom’s heart to tell you he was kidding.

“No.” He laughed. “You think they have people for that?”

“Well I don’t know!” You defended. “I saw an interview where you said you had a dialect coach. That means it’s someone’s job to teach you how to speak. Your American accent is pretty good by the way.”

“Just pretty good?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t unlock genuine compliments until the second date.” You said simply.

“Unlock? Like a video game.” Tom questioned you with a smile. It gave him confidence that you were already planning on a second date.

“No. It’s obviously like a quest.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Oh, a quest huh?” He challenged. “What’s the prize at the end?”

“My undying love, duh.” You shook your head as if he asked a stupid question. Tom stares at you for a moment, just taking you in as a dopey smile crossed his face.

“Y/n, you might be the most interesting persons I ever met.” He said sincerely as he raised his glass again.

“Well I met a man who had a fetish for baby teeth and I arrested him in front of his mother so, cheers.” You deadpanned as you clicked your glass against his.

“Oh my God.” He laughed and took a long sip. It was gonna be a long night, and he couldn’t wait to see what was gonna happen next.

“Tom?” You called weakly as you opened his front door. You dropped your to go bag on the ground and it landed with a heavy thud. You let your eyes drift around his living room, having missed it after being away for two weeks.

“You’re home!” Tom came out of the kitchen and set the towel he was using to dry his hands down on the counter. He made his way to you and pulled you into a long kiss. “I missed you, love. I just put Spencer down but I can wake him up if you want to see him.”

“No, no. It’s okay. Let him sleep.” You nodded and winced as a pain shot through your side. You hunched over a little and gripped your side, taking a deep breath to try and minimize the pain.

“Woah, love, are you okay?” Toms voice was filled with worry as he tried to steady you. He helped you over to the couch and you painfully sat down.

“I need to tell you something.” You looked him in the eyes as your clutched your side. “Don’t be mad.”

“Okay.” He nodded curtly, already growing worried about what it could be.

“I got shot.” You grimaced and Toms eyes widened.

“YOU GOT SHOT?!” Tom screamed and you quickly shushed him, not wanting to wake up Spencer.

“I said don’t be mad!” You whispered harshly.

“I’m not mad I’m just reacting loudly.” He whispered back. “You got shot?!”

You pulled up the side of your loose Cotten shirt to reveal a thick white bandage taped to your ribs.

“Happy anniversary?” You smiled weakly.

“Oh my god, what happened?” Tom asked as he tentatively touched your bandage. Small splotches of blood were begins to show through. Tom ran time the kitchen and got you ibuprofen and a glass of water as quickly as he could.

“Apparently child abductors don’t like it when you take their abducted children away. Wish I knew that earlier.” You rolled your eyes sarcastically as you popped the pills into your mouth.

“Is now the time for jokes? You have a bullet hole!” He said angrily as he handed you the cup of water. He didn’t want to yell, but he had never felt so panicked. Bullet holes were plot points in his movies, not something he’d ever thought his girlfriend would come home with.

“Y/n has a bullet hole?” Spencer appeared in the door and stared at you with a gapping mouth. He clutched his teddy bear out of fear and you felt your heart melt.

“It’s okay, Spence.” You assured him and quickly fixed your shirt. “Go back to bed. I’m fine.”

“Did the bad guys hurt you?” He ignored your order as he walked over to you.

“Yeah, they got me this time buddy.” You cupped his chin to comfort him. “But my team arrested him so you don’t have to worry.”

“This is insane. I’m gonna call the police.” Tom shook his head and pulled out his phone.

“I am the police.” You chuckled as you lowered his phone. “And I already saw a medic. It’s just a graze. I’m totally fine.”

“You’re bleeding!” Tom reminded you in a whisper so Spencer wouldn’t hear.

“I’m bleeding as well as being totally fine.” You bopped his nose and he relaxed a little.

“Will teddy make your feel better? He helps me when I’m sick.” Spencer asked hopefully as he held his teddy bear out to you. You gratefully accepted the bear and held him to your chest.

“I feel better already. Thanks, Spence.” You ruffled his hair with your free hand.

“Come on, buddy. You shouldn’t be in here.” Tom took Spencers hand and began to lead him back to his bed.

“Is mommy gonna be okay?” Spencer asked, making your ears turn pink.

“She’s gonna be fine. Come on. I’ll make you some ice cream in the kitchen.” Tom knew his son wouldn’t be getting to bed anytime soon, so he brought him to the kitchen to distract him with some ice cream. He scooped some into a bowl for Spencer before returning to you.

“I’m sorry. This is not what I had in mind for our 1 year anniversary.” You smiled apologetically as you took Toms hand. Tom let out a breath and kissed your knuckles. He couldn’t be mad at you, even if he wanted to. He was just glad you were alright.

“Well the restaurant I was gonna take you to is super cold inside so this works for me.” He joked with a breathy chuckle. He sat next to you on the couch and pulled you into his side. You sat in silence for a moment as he stroked your hair. Guilt began to bubble in your tummy as your thoughts piled in.

“Spencer called me mommy.” You said after a beat of silence. Tom has caught that too but let it slip his mind given your current situation.

“I’m sorry. I’ll tell him not to do that again.” Tom said softly. You had never discussed it, so he assumed you weren’t comfortable with that yet. Tom would love for you to one day be Spencers mother, but you’d only been dating a year. He understood if you weren’t ready for that title. He just didn’t know how he was supposed to tell his son that the woman who ate dinner with them every night, sent him postcards when she was away, and sometimes made him breakfast wasn’t his mother.

Your thoughts were completely different than Toms. You were both thinking of the future, but not in the same way. A lump formed in your throat as hot tears brimmed in your eyes.

“Tom?” You gulped, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Yes, love?” He looked down at you with worry.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” You kept your eyes straight ahead and let your statement hang in the air for a moment. Tom stopped stroking your hair and his entire body stilled.

“What? Why?” He sat up and looked at you with desperate confusion. I thought we really connected. I thought…I thought we were in love.” He said quietly.

“We did. And we are.” You cupped his face, trying to comfort him in the way that always worked with Spencer. “But Tom, your son had one mother walk out on him already. If you and I continue this serious relationship and I don’t come home one day, what’s that going to do to him? What’s that going to do to you?”

“I don’t - I don’t know.” Tom was speechless as he thought about what you said.

“The bullet grazed me this time. I might not get as lucky next time.” You shrugged as a tear slipped out. “I’ve seen the most capable agents get hurt in the field. I go to work every day and I never know if I’ll make it home. That’s hard for me to deal with. Do you really want to deal with that too?”

Tom was quiet as silent tears fell down his face. He didn’t trust his voice enough to speak, not that he had the words anyway. The only sounds heard were the scripted of Spencers spoon against his bowl in the kitchen. You observed Tom’s silence and stroked his cheek.

“I really love you, Tom. And I love Spencer.” You said quietly. “But I don’t want to come into your lives when I know I can be taken out of it at any moment. You both deserve better.”

“Maybe we do.” He shrugged, suddenly finding his voice. “But I could go for a walk tomorrow and get struck by lighting. You could go face to face with the most dangerous Unsub in FBI history and die in a car crash on your way home. And Spencer drank your shampoo yesterday because he wanted his organs to smell like strawberries.” Tom listed and you let out a tired laugh. “Nobody knows what the future holds. No one is promised a tomorrow. I understand your concerns and I know the risks but I just,” Tom shrugged, “I don’t care. I don’t care if your job is dangerous. Mine is too. My suit Doenst have a zipper. I barely get to pee.”

You laughed again and wiped your face on the back of your hand.

“That’s not good for your kidneys.” You said pointedly.

“It’s not. So maybe a kidney infection will kill me.” He shrugged again. “Or maybe you’ll drop your curling iron in the bathtub and get electrocuted.”

“How much do you know about death?” You questioned his unconventional examples.

“Not much. And I don’t know much about love either.” He admitted. “But I do know that as long as I get to spend today with you, I don’t care about tomorrow. Every second I get with you is worth it to me. But if you still want to stop seeing each other, I’ll respect that. I’ll make sure I never get my mail at the same time as you so we don’t have to make awkward eye contact and do that tight smile white people make.”

“I don’t want to stop.” You teared up again. “And I never want to make awkward eye contact at the mailbox.”

“I have a solution for that.” Tom said and you raised your eyebrows. “Move in. Then we’ll share a mailbox.”

A smile tugged at your lips at his proposal and you rubbed his knee.

“Let me think about it.” You told him.

“Take all the time you-“

“Yes.” You cut him off. “My answer is yes.”

Tom broke out into a smile and pulled you into a long kiss.

“I love you. So, so much.” He whispered against your lips.

“I love you too.” You answered.

“Daddy, I finished my ice cream.” Spencer came back into the living room with chocolate on his chin.

“Come here, Spence.” Tom opened his arms and Spencer climbed onto his lap. “How would you feel about Y/n moving forward in here and living with us?

“Really? Like a permanent sleepover?” Spencer looked at you with excitement as you wiped his chin clean with a wipe.

“Yeah, honey. Like a permanent sleepover.” You nodded with a smile.

“Yay! I love you.” Spencer three his arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. You laughed and hugged him back, rubbing soft circles on his back.

“I love you too, Spence.” You told him. “But you have to get to bed. Teddy is exhausted.”

“Come on, buddy. I’ll tuck you in again.” Tom offered.

“Can mommy tuck me in this time?” Spencer asked hopefully and you and Tom shared a look.

“Uh, about that-“ Tom began.

“Yes.” You cut him off and scooped Spencer up. “Mommy will tuck you in.”

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creepytoes88 · 3 years

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Famous weeb part 2

Hey y’all i know have been MIA for awhile but i hope you like it <3

Y/n POV

-The next day-

I felt the heat from the sunlight on my face, I open my eyes and look around the room the arm around my waist tightens I smile knowing Vinnie hasn't woken up yet. Slowly I turn to face him and see his hair all over the place and his mouth slightly open I let out a little laugh and move some of Vinnie’s hair from his beautiful face. I don't know how long I saw staring at him but his eyes start to flutter

” Fucking weirdo watching me sleep n shit,” Vinnie says his voice deeper than normal because he just woke up. I laugh ” It's not my fault your pretty” I put my head in the crook of his neck I feel Vinnie rub my naked back. ” Do you still want to go on that date, I'm starving and I would love to take you to breakfast, maybe I could show you around LA while we're at it?” Vinnie asks as he plays with my hair

” mmm I would love that Vin, but first let's take a shower yea?”

~Time skip 6months ~

I and Vinnie have been dating for 5 months it's been the best 5 months of my life Vinnie is everything I've ever wanted. He's caring, Thoughtful, and he's always there for me, when the first video we did together came out the hate was brutal from Vinnie’s fans and my followers started to slut shame me. I couldn't go in the public eye for a month because every time I was out some random man would call me horrible names, Vinnie stood by my side the whole time holding my hand and telling me how amazing and beautiful I am. No wonder I fell so hard for the boy DON’T even get me started on how good the sex it's mind-blowing every time it's like Vinnie was made for me. We aren't planning ongoing public anytime soon we're happy in our own little world I hear Vinnie's footsteps come up the stairs to my bedroom ” Hey daddy I didn't know you were coming over” I stand up and meet him at my door and Vinnie laughs

” you don't have to call me daddy all the time ya know.”

” Yea I know daddy I'll stop if you want me to baby” Vinnie looks into my eyes ” don’t you dare,” he says as he kisses my lips, Vinnie wraps his strong arms around me holding me against him ” will you please stay the night with me I would stay here but I have to stream.” Vinnie puts his head in the crook of my neck

” I've been having that nightmare again” I run my hand through his hair and kiss the crown of his head ” yes of course baby I just gotta pack real quick-” Vinnie pulls his head out from my neck ” why don't you just move in with me, we can be careful-” I kiss Vinnie and jump into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist ” Yes a million times yes.” It wasn't a whole 3 days later I moved out of Avani’s house into Vinnie's room, unfortunately, we didn't think about how Vinnie posts in his room, and the bathroom, he streams as well FOR HOURS and I can’t be in there because if I make a sound people will know it's me.

Even though I have gotten massive amounts of hate from both mine and Vinnie’s supporters I hit 50 million on TikTok and began my own clothing line and I guest-starred in a Disney movie. It's probably been 3 months since I moved in with Vinnie and everyone else surprisingly, we have been able to keep our relationship a secret from most of the world. I just don't post anything at the house and make sure I don't talk or walk in on a live. The only downside to living with everyone is we can't be as loud as we like to be we also have to be careful to only have sex when everyone is asleep because everyone in the damn house ” forgets” to knock other than that EVERYTHING is perfect. Unfortunately, the last 8 months of pure peace and love have finally come to an end after Vinnie posted a video where he put his phone as far up about his head as possible. Seemingly an innocent Tiktok Vinnie posted It without ever watching it back and on the far left corner of the phone, you could clearly see the socks, the skirt, and even my underwear that I was wearing in my last video sprawled across his floor.

THE FANS WENT NUTS we both received hate but surprisingly most of the supporters had changed their minds about our relationship. Not that they ever had a say but it still feels good to know most of our supporters like us together. We had to come out and say that we have been dating for 8 months and have lived together for the last 3. We finally don't have to hide anymore we can post freely and with each other, I finally got to put my stuff in our bathroom and hang pictures of us up on the walls of our room. Vinnie even told me to pick out a new bedspread and pillows of my choice.

” I love it, baby, it looks perfect,” Vinnie says as he rubs my back admiring the bed and the clean room, in general, I finally got to clean it and it doesn't look suspicious that his room is so clean. Vinnie starts to kiss my neck as he runs his hands up my arms, I tilt my head so Vinnie can access more skin. ” mhm baby... Did we have any plans tonight or tomorrow?” Vinnie says in between kisses ” um I don't think so” I say as I turn around and kiss Vinnie’s lips putting my hands in his hair the kiss gets heated faster than usual as Vinnie runs his strong hands down my back before grabbing two handfuls of my ass making my knees buckle and moans leave my lips. Vinnie picks me and walks me to the bed ” You have to be quite baby everyone is asleep, and we can’t wake them up again” I nod my head quickly

” answer me baby,” Vinnie says as he pulls away looking down at me ” yes daddy I understand, I'll behave.” I look into his eyes standing on my tippy toes ” I promise” oh I promise to keep quiet but if I get my way Vinnie won't be able to keep quiet. Vinnie always tells me not to make a sound and then fucks me till I scream and then laughs when the others make fun of me.

This time it's my turn to make him scream and embarrass him I have a plan the only problem is going to be getting his wrists in the handcuffs I have hidden in the bed frame. Vinnie is much stronger than I am so even if I can get one hand in the cuff he would fight me tooth and nail to put the other in but I'm gonna try. ” Daddy I have a big favor.” I say with my puppy eyes Vinnie let out a chuckle ” what is it doll?” I bit my lip as I look at him ” I saw a Tiktok going around saying to give your boyfriend a blowie while he's wearing a blindfold and I would like to try it if you're willing?” I ask sweetly and kiss his lips Vinnie tilts his head and takes a deep breath ” please Daddy! Can we just try it for a minute or two and if you don't like it we can stop” Vinnie kisses my lips ” I don't know-” my bottom lip pops out ” Please Daddy, can we just try it?” ”I-I......sure” Vinnie says defeated I throw my arms around his neck kissing his lips sweetly. My plan just might work ” lay on the bed baby” Vinnie looks at me weird ” why-” I kissed his lips once more ” please Daddy” Vinnie lies on the bed and puts his hands behind his head. I walk into the closet where we hide everything I grab the smallest vibrator I have from before we started dating. I hide it in my back pocket and started to walk towards Vinnie ” ok Daddy sit still” I kiss Vin on the lips putting the blindfold next to us on the bedside.

Vinnie grabs the back of my head while kissing me I began to grind against him as I move my lips down his neck. I'm never allowed on top and I am usually the one with the hickeys but this time it's his turn. I start to kiss Vinnie's jaw and upper neck ”n-no hickeys baby” I nod my head I'm gonna leave hickeys all over him if I get my way. As I continue to kiss and suck his neck I can feel him harden under me ” are you ready Daddy?” Vinnie nods his head as he sits up on his elbows I pick up the blindfold and bring it towards him, Vinnie looks at the blindfold in disappointment but stays silent.

” Thank you Daddy, I love you” I say as I kiss his lips sweetly once more before I pull his shirt off immediately kissing and licking his chest as I rub my hands on his strong arms and shoulders. I lick down to his sex lines kissing them softly as I feel goose bumps on his arms before I pull down his shorts along with is boxers. I watch as his cock slaps against his toned stomach my mouth-watering ” Shit baby hurry!” Vinnie moans as he puts his hand in my hair. I kitten lick his tip and play with his balls in one hand ” baby stop teasing me” Vinnie moans as I pull away ” put your hands by your head and stop touching me” Vinnie huffs and drops his hands by his head.

Before Vinnie could say anything else I wrap my lips around his red tip “Ooh-f-fuck” Vinnie moans as he buck his hips up making me chock slightly. I lean back and giggle “shh Daddy” I grab ahold of his base as I kitten lick his tip I look up to see Vinnie biting his lip and gripping onto the blanket. I grab onto the handcuffs with my free hand and push him deep down my throat making Vinnie gasp and put his hands in my hair. I take the opportunity and clasp one of the cuffs on his wrists Vinnie grunts as I began to hum. I don't think he even noticed I quickly grab the other set of cuffs and snap them around his other wrist. I pull away and sit on his lap Vinnie starts softly grinding his raw dick between my thighs trying to get off not even paying attention to me as I clip both his hands to his headboard. Vinnie stops grinding and tries to move his hands but was stopped “Y/n what the fuck do you think you're doing, uncuff me now” I giggle as I take off his blindfold “No Daddy I don't think I will you always make me feel so good I wanna make you feel good.”

Vinnie laughs ” you wanna make daddy feel good....uncuff me, so I can ruin you baby” Vinnie hisses out as I kiss his lips and began to take my clothes off. When I take my panties off I make sure Vinnie can see everything by laying down on my back on his stomach I toss my underwear near his head as I spread my legs wide, watching as Vinnie licks his lips and takes deep breaths. Before he can get close enough to taste me I stand on my knees and kiss his lips “you have to be quite Daddy” I kiss down his neck as I trail my hand from his balls to his tip softly pinching his tip. “Ugh fuck I'm gonna ruin you the moment you let me out” I look into his eyes as I firmly grab his balls and squeeze slightly Vinnie throws his head back moaning “shhh” I say as start to nibble and suck his neck Vinnie fights against me as I play with his balls. I leave hickeys all over his neck and chest occasionally sucking his tips this went on in for a while but at this point Vinnie was about to cum. His tip was a was red and twitching, his legs were trembling, Vinnie had only let out small whines the whole time but I wanna her him I want him to be as loud as me. But if course don't want him to know that “Gonna cum already Handsome?” I ask as I suck hickeys on his hips and inner thighs making my way towards his twitching tip.

I lick a soft stipe over the tip and Vinnie let's out a very load moan. I pull away with a disappointed look and let go of his balls

“F-Fuck keep go-going” slap the inside of his thigh making Vinnie lift his hips off the bed and moan even louder than before. “I said to be quiet and you're not being very quiet, so I'm gonna have to punish you Daddy,” I say with an evil smirk I stand up and Vinnie. I grab the vibrator and turn it on I rub it slowly up his thigh making him jump “Stop that” Vinning says sternly. “No” I say looking into his eyes I grab on to his hard cock placing the vibrator on his red tip Vinnie let out at load moan “Shh daddy everyone's gonna hear you” I say as I softly pump his cock in my hand “Put it in your mouth I’m about to cum” Vinnie moans in a demanding tone I look up at him as I take the vibrator off of him. I pick my panties up off the bed and bring them his mouth Vinnie glares at me “let me go” I slap Vinnie on the cheek and grab it as I push the pink lace thong in his mouth and Vinnie tries to push it out “If you push it out I'll go get lunch and leave you here with the door open.” I say with a bratty smile. Vinnie nods his head just giving in to me I move down his body again caressing as much of him as I can “God daddy your perfect.” I lick both of his nipples making vinnie whine and try to move away as I blow cool air on them, and they get hard “mmm such a pretty boy” I continue to kiss his chest and tummy before I settled between his thighs nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin bruises littered everywhere. I kiss the space between his balls and cock Vinnie moans and arches his back.

“To bad your a bad boy” I pull away from his cock and climb up on his chest straddling him I pick up the vibrator and place it on my clit. I throw my head back In pleasure as Vinnie let's out grunts of protest. I stand on my knees above his face, so he could get a better view the vibration making my eyes close. I feel something push against my slit and up my folds, I pull away to see Vinnie's nose shiny and a slight blush on his cheeks. “Nasty little boy aren't you?” Vinnie looks in my eyes and winks. I take the vibrator away and turn it off pulling the panties out of his mouth I set them aside “want a taste Daddy?” I say as I get close enough for Vinnie to run his tongue through my folds letting out a soft moan I pull away his mouth following me I giggle and grind against his lips and nose as I grab his hair making him moan into my pussy. Vinnie plunges his tongue inside of me and swirls it around collecting all of my arousal his hips bucking in the Air. I keep grinding my heat on his face as he tongue fucks me “O-OH YESS” I cum on his tongue Vinnie licking up the rest.

I pull away and make my way back down his chest leaving hickeys and kisses in my path. I pull away to admire him for the first time tonight his hair a mess, face and nose shiny with my arousal cock standing straight up and eyes blown out, His plump lips are red and have teeth marks from holding in moans. I grab ahold of his balls as Vinnie moans and bucks his hips “I bet I could make you cum just from playing with your balls baby” Vinnie let out a whine but didn't answer me “I guess we'll just have to try?” I stand up and walk to the bed side table grabbing tape and a tissue. I wrap the base of his cock in the tissue with his tip sticking out and I tape his cock to his stomach the tissue protecting his cock skin from the tape. “B-baby?” I look up at him as I make sure everything is secure and will hold “yes Daddy?” Vinnie's looking down at the head of his cock “what if it hits me in the face?” I smile at his word “I’ll lick it up Daddy” before he could say anything else I place his balls in my mouth sucking hard, and he let out a load moan “Ugh FUCK Y/N” I pull away rub his balls in tiny circles as I kiss him inner thighs.

I can feel his balls tighten and Vinnie thrust this hips up “YES BABY YES.” I gasp and lean back Vinnie’s face bright red in embarrassment “Daddy tsk tsk you made a mess and now I have to clean it up” I lean down licking his tip and up his neck and jaw I suck a little harder, so he knows he indeed did hit his face. “mmmhmm Daddy you taste so good.” I lean down and lick his cum off his hard stomach his soft cock growing slowly “I have to punish you again though Baby... You came without asking without warning...so naughty” I pull the tape and tissue off as I grab on to his semi hard dick shoving him down my throat Vinnie lets out a little yelp as he hardened quickly in my throat I began to suck him and move my head I choked every once in a while I pull off when his tip started to twitch I straddled his hips putting his hard cock inside of me “If you move I will leave you in here tired up by yourself” Vinnie let out a whimper as he takes deep breaths as j slowly slide down his huge cock “Fuck Daddy so Big! You always fill me so good” I say as I move my hips slowly squeeze my walls around him I sit down on him fully letting out a small moan.“Shit Daddy” I giggle “I can feel you in my tummy.” I say as I rub my lower stomach Vinnie throws his head back moaning I roll my hips on his one time making him moan again.

“PLEASE BABY LET ME CUM” I look at him as I wrapped my arms around his neck laying on top of him with my head on his chest. “I will in a minute Daddy but first I wanna say my last words before I let you out” I kiss his lips as I rotate my hips to harden his cock up and soften his heart up, so he won’t be so mean later. Looking deep in his eyes I say “I love you Daddy and you would have never let me try this on you If I didn't trick you.” I kiss his lips again, moving my hips a little faster “Please don't be mad at me Daddy I wanted to make you feel good-od” I undo one of his wrist grabbing on to his hand kissing his wrist, and placed it on my hip as I do the same to the other wrist. I look down to see Vinnie just looking at me “I love you Daddy, your so beautiful.” I stop all movement to kiss his lips nibbling his bottom lip his hands rubbing my butt and thighs before Vinnie pounds into me from underneath. Taking me by shock “OH FUCK DADDY YES JUST LIKE THAT! YOU’RE SO BIG! MORE PLEASE” I moan tears filling my eyes it's never felt like this before Vinnie flips me over and grabs my face “I'm gonna put a baby inside of you don't you dare let a single drop fall out” Vinnie knew that was literally impossible but the look of fear and lust on her face was all worth it. “Fuck are you ready baby” Vinnie moans pulling out flipping me over so my face is in the pillows and my ass is in the air. Vinnie pulls out before pushing into me at a fast pace slapping my thighs and ass as he moans.

He was hitting my g-spot repeatedly making us both moan “mmm gonna fuck my baby into your doll” I moan out as I hear Vinnie gasp his hips stop and I let out a whine pushing my hips back into him “do it please Daddy, I want it inside of me” I moan and whine “Daddy don't stop please keep fucking me Ugh I want your babies.” I moan as I fuck myself on his cock Vinnie was frozen above me just watching as his beautiful, amazing, rich and famous, whore of a girlfriend. Begs as she fucks herself on his hard cock. “P-please Daddy” Vinnie starts thrusting harder and faster than before pushing her head into the pillows as screams of pleasure come out of her mouth “want my cum bitch” Vinnie moans as he pulls her up by her hair “Yes Daddy please I want you filling me up.” Vinnie moans as he takes his thumb as rubs it around my pink button. Vinnie takes his other hands pulling my cheeks apart as he spits on my asshole making a moan fall from my lips Vinnie slowly pushes his spit around as moans bubble out of my throat I’m so overwhelmed by pleasure he spits on my hole again “F-Fuck baby your so tight around my cock I’m gonna cum so deep your pussy baby” the only sounds in the room were the sounds skin slapping together and wet noise I could feel the knot in my stomach when he pushed in hitting a different spot a scream comes out as I cum on his cock “AAAAGH Daddy YESSSSS” I thrust my ass back against him when the door opens.

“SHU-EEEEWWWW WTF” Jordan burst in and then left just as quickly when he saw the site in front of him. His best friend balls deep inside of me and spit drips down my ass as Vinnie jackhammer thrusts into me so hard I think he's gonna break me for a second “F-FUCK PRINCESS IM GONNA PUT MY BABIES SO DEEP INSIDE OF YOU-” Vinnie yells as he cums inside of me I can feel the warmth fill me up, and he pulls out getting off the bed “Don’t move” he says in a soft voice. I can feel both mine and his cum running down legs. All of a sudden I hear a click and see a bright light I turn my head to see Vinnie holding a polaroid camera as it spits out the picture “can I take one of you on your back princess?” I giggle flipping over and spreading my legs putting on a sexy face for the camera as he takes my picture. Vinnie grabs a towel and wipes me down before he lays down “I'll take us to shower in a minute baby” I look up at him as I grab his hand “I love you Daddy” Vinnie turns to look at me “we should get our own apartment Princess” I look at him trying to read his eyes “do we get to paint?” Vinnie's eyes crinkle at the sides as he laughs and kisses the top of my head. “I don't know weirdo.... I love you” Vinnie says he kisses my lips “now come on bath time.”

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tommydarlings · 3 years

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Treat you better ↬ t.h & s.m

A/N: Hope you like this one! Please don´t let it flop :( And yeah, i got a new ´style´ :) ily,liz <3

pairing: Tom Holland x reader feat. Shawn mendes

warnings: swearing

w/c: 1.2k

Requests: CLOSED

Summary: What happens when suddenly Shawn mendes walks into Tom´s and y/n´s Relationship?

Music video -> tap here

this handwriting = actions in the music video

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Okay…Where should i begin?

Tom and i are already in a Relationship for over 8 months, so i knew that he was the jealous type of guy, but he never really showed it. Everytime when you were out with some friends in a club and some creep was starring at you, he would give this person death stares until they would stop starring at his girl. You knew that he gets jealous often and fast but when Shawn fucking mendes called you and asked you to be in his new music video, you could already predict that this story wouldn´t carry a happy ending like in the perfect little romantic movies.

At first you didn´t knew if you should accept it. Shawn was one of your best friends, you only knew each other for about 2 Months but it kinda clicked immediately. In a ´friendship´ way.

That´s at least what you thought the whole time.

You didn´t knew anything about the song expect that the song was called „Treat you better“.

Tom asked his family if they want to come with him and they all agreed. So here you were with tom and tom´s family on the set of „Treat you better“.

„y/n, hey!“ you heard a voice calling you.

„Shawn, hey, how are you?“ you asked your best friend.

„I´m good, and you?“ he asked while he hugged your body tight.

„Filming starts in 5 minutes!“ someone from the crew yelled through the entire set hall.

Shawn quickly shaked Nikki´s and Dominic´s hand before he went on with the twins and paddy.

Before he shaked Tom´s hand, he looked at tom up and down and with a little smirk on his face.

„Shawn mendes“ Shawn said with a deep voice to tom.

„Tom holland“ your boyfriend answerd.

Before the tension could grow any thicker, i stepped in.

„Shawn, i think we have to go“

„You right doll“

Doll? That was new.

Before Shawn and i walked away, i took a quick look at my man and saw that he shoot a death glare at Shawn.

Well,shit.

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„What´s this song about anyway?“ i asked shawn.

„You will see doll“ he said before he walked where the cameras are and we started filming. Tom and his whole family watching us.

Tom´s pov:

I won't lie to you,

I know he's just not right for you,

Hold on, what? I though as soon as this words left shawn´s mouth.

And you can tell me if I'm off,

But I see it on your face,

When you say that he's the one that you want,

„He´s n-not t-talking about you, right?“ Harry asked me quitly.

„No, that would be stupid“

right?

And you're spending all your time,

In this wrong situation,

And anytime you want it to stop,

You were harshly shoved onto the bed from a guy before he left the room.

I know I can treat you better than he can,

„Tom, son, do you want to leave?“ my mother asked me.

„No i-it´s fine“ i answerd quickly.

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman,

Tell me why are we wasting time,

On all your wasted crying,

The guy grapped you jaw harshly and pressed you against the wall.

Wtf?! I never hurt her and i never would. I thought to myself.

When you should be with me instead?,

„Tom-„ Dominic started but was interrupted by his son.

„It´s fine, just let me be“ I answerd harshly.

Fuck, he´s pissed. The entire family thought.

I know I can treat you better,

Better than he can,

„Who the fuck does he think he is?“ I whisperd to myself quietly.

I'll stop time for you,

The second you say you'd like me to,

„So he really fucking likes her, huh?“ I said.

„Tom, it´s probably just the lyrics“ Sam told me and wanted to put his hand on my shoulder but i slapped it off rather harshly.

I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing,

Baby, just to wake up with you,

„Oh, so he want´s to fuck her“ I thought while i licked my lips.

Would be everything I need, and this could be so different,

Tell me what you want to do,

'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can,

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman,

Tell me why are we wasting time,

On all your wasted crying,

When you should be with me instead?,

„I´m gonna kill him“ I whisperd before i got worried and shooked glances from my family but i couldn´t care about them. Not right now.

I know I can treat you better,

Better than he can,

„That´s fucking bullshit“ I though while i clenched my hands firmly.

Give me a sign,

Take my hand, we'll be fine,

Promise I won't let you down,

„I´m not letting her down either, am i?“ I asked.

Harry quickly shaked his head before watching you again.

You were at a club and the guy that played your boyfriend was about to kiss another women.

„Oh, so i´m a fucking cheater?!“ I whisperd harshly to myself.

Just know that you don't have to do this alone,

Promise I'll never let you down,

'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can,

I shaked my head and planned a tiny plan in my mind how i´m gonna talk to shawn after they finished filming.

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman,

Tell me why are we wasting time,

On all your wasted crying,

When you should be with me instead?,

I know I can treat you better,

Better than he can,

Better than he can.

In the last scene were shawn and your boyfriend ´fighting´ and you stepped in to stop your boyfriend, but before you could stop him, he kicked his elbow in your face and ´knocked´ you out.

„Does he mean with that scene that i´m an abusive boyfriend?! Is he fucking kidding me?! I´m gonna murder this piece of shit.“ I said and took a step forward, ready to approch shawn fucking mendes who just confirmed his love for my girl.

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y/n´s pov:

When we were finishes filming, i heard yelling coming from the bathroom of the set. Quietly i made my way into the bathroom where i saw my best friend shawn and my boyfriend yelling at each other faces.

„What happend?“ i said as soon as i saw them.

„Did you fucking knew that this song is about you?“ Tom screamed.

„What,n-no“ i answerd with a confused and shooked expression written on my face while i was looking at shawn.

„Is t-that true?“ i whisperd to him.

„Look y/n, we both know that i can treat you better“ he said to me with a tiny and nervous laugh.

„Shawn, i´m w-with Tom and i´m very happy“ i told my ´best friend´ .

„But he doesn´t deserve you!“ he yelled before he was about to grap my hands, but before he could even took a properly step in my direction, Tom grapped him by the collar and shoved him against the wall.

„You touch her and i´m gonna destroy you mendes“ he whisperd in a rather harsh tone.

Tom let go of him with a loud huff and Shawn walked to the door. Right before he opened the door, he whisperd into my ear,

„I could still treat you better doll“

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