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getmeoutofhell · 4 months

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Amber Freeman x Ethan Landry x F Reader Headcanons

warnings: cussing, real toxic behavior, they stalk reader, SMUT!, degradation, squirting, STRAP! usage, & more.

a/n: my tumblr is being a ugly bitch so i can’t add pictures or anything pretty rn. so sorry. also, as i said in this post, i finally finished them. enjoy!!

SFW:

this duo is something else

ethan had met amber after her and richie survived scream 5. (they’re not together)

when they first saw you…oh boy…

they stalked you.

like REALLY stalked you.

they knew every single thing about you.

they even knew what size underwear you wore, what clothes you wear, and they knew all your friends.

even sometimes they would somehow sneak into your place and watch you.

yes, you would get called from ghostface occasionally from them.

when you first got the phone calls, you thought it was a joke and laughed it off.

then it got worse.

stuff in your place started moving around and you thought you were going crazy.

one day you had enough and started dialing the police.

but ethan had came out from behind you and knocked you unconscious.

you then woke up still in your bed, but felt someone else’s presence.

you freaked out but they forced you to calm down.

it just kinda escalated from there.

you eventually excepted them in your life.

maybe after they threatened you not to leave…

ethan is more soft than amber but amber can have some soft moments.

she’s more in control of everything than ethan is. like she plans most of the dates and what y’all would be doing that day. you love her for it tho.

ethan is almost the complete opposite of amber. he just does whatever she says and has no problem with it. even when you came along he just listens to you, to an extent of course.

oh god they would be the happiest ever if you decided to join them as ghost face!! literally would smother you in kisses.

if you ever get mad at one of them, be prepared for the other to defend you. every single time.

BUT if you’re mad at both of them…oh god…

like one time you tried to leave to apartment for a few hours because they both pissed you off. so ethan and amber followed you to the door and pinned you up against it.

“let’s just talk this out y/n. what are you leaving for, huh? we can all sit and talk and make up, i promise.” ethan told you.

you still tried to leave, not wanting to hear any of their bullshit.

let’s just say you didn’t couldn’t leave and you ended up sleep between them that night.

you guys have a group chat on y’all’s phones and it’s just chaos everywhere.

ethan sending shitty memes and amber sending shitty memes back.

they both really can’t cook for shit so you’re gonna have to do ALL the cooking.

if YOU can’t cook, well just get ready to to order takeout every damn day. because these fuckers SUCK at cooking, seriously!

but all jokes aside they actually love you so much, and would do anything for you!!

ethan loves laying on top of you. as amber loves laying beneath you. so it just works out in the end for you three.

ethan for some reason loves grocery shopping with you guys. amber on the other hand…no. you have to force her to go ANYWHERE where you have to buy off a list. she just doesn’t like it for some reason.

they also give you a daily time on when you can go out.

you can’t go anywhere after 8 pm, so have fun with that!

and if you do try to ‘sneak’ out, don’t.

NSFW:

this is gonna get crazy…so get ready.

so you know when i said y’all have a group chat? yeah memes isn’t the only thing they send you.

sometimes amber will send videos of her fucking you with her strap in the middle of the day, just because she wants to. she’ll be like- “remember when i was digging in yo shit?” or something like that.

ethan is the bottom in the relationship. he’s such a bottom for you and amber. unless he gets mad…then you’re gonna be struggling to walk for a bit.

well one day y’all went out and spent the night in a hotel.

and then this happened…

let’s just say, you really enjoyed that night.

their moans send you to another dimension.

amber will ride ethan’s face, as you ride his cock and she’ll hold hands with you.

ambers an actual BEAST in bed, so don’t be surprised if she fucks you till the point of over stimulation.

ethan actually whines sometimes. you love his groans but his whines send you over the edge.

amber on the other hand moans so fucking beautifully. it’s music to your ears along with ethan.

every blue moon ethan will send a video of him jerking off with the sound on. he only does it to tease you both. amber loves it tho, she uses it to get off when she’s away from home.

YES, they both have fucked you in their ghostface costumes before.

you’ll never forget that night istg.

amber one time squirted on your face before. it was her birthday so you wanted to surprise her by letting her sit on your face. i guess your head must’ve been THAT good.

get on top of ethan and ride his bulge, while you suck ambers nipples. god what a sight that must be.

they ADORE your pretty pussy. they love it so fucking much you have no idea.

you once went in front of them in a robe and just flashed them out of nowhere. you couldn’t walk for 3 days after that.

amber is horny ALL the time, so be ready to deal with her touching all over your body every minute. as for ethan, he also gets horny ALL the time. so now you have to deal with BOTH of them.

before you guys got together, when they used to stalk you (they still do) they would go watch you touch yourself and get off to that. sometimes they would even film you and watch it later. (they still do that).

they also sometimes wake up in the middle of night horny asf. once ethan woke up at 2 am and his cock was rock hard, so he first woke up amber, then they both woke you up and it was just heaven from there.

have ethan eat your pussy while amber makes out with you. just do it, you’ll love it.

and also remember when i said they didn’t let you leave? yeah they fucked you so good that night you had no choice but to stay.

they DEGRADE you MOST of the time.

“you’re a fucking slut y/n.”

“you fucking whore.”

stuff like that.

but if you behave, they’ll reward you.

like for example, when amber and ethan went out to kill tara. they told you no leavening and no touching yourself. you obey and when they got home they made love to you as a reward. and also ate your pussy.

if you ever send them nudes while they’re out killing, get ready for a LONG night at home. because these fuckers will make you cum so much that you feel drained. well after a kill they get pretty horny anyway so, i guess you’re fucked.

but all in all, they love you and love giving you pleasure in any type of way!

hope you enjoyed!!

#slashers x reader #slashers #slashers x y/n #ethan landry #ghostface x reader #ethan landry x reader #amber freeman smut #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman #ghostface reader #ghostface #ethan landry smut #ethan landry headcanons

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roabythecow · 2 months

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ayyyy-le-simp · 1 month

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Hey pookieesss 🤭

Happy Final Bad Batch Eve. I’m totally not crying.

All day I’ve seen final goodbyes and sad edits. And so to help ease the nerves and anxiety, I come here with some hopefully funny shenanigans. Featuring my beloved Mami again.

My mother has very little knowledge on Star Wars (which relatable, im still learning). And so I’ve asked for her to give me her thoughts on The Bad Batch characters!! I call this ✨ pre-game comfort ✨. Writing this two hours before midnight (it’s 10pm where I live).

Enjoy <33 and everyone thank my beloved mother!! (Spanish lines will be translated, blue print is me)

“I already told you, Rambo.”

“Was he ever shirtless?”

“Unfortunately no.”

“Damn.”

“He’s a 7/10 though.”

“That’s the one who died, right?”

“Pobrecito.” (Poor thing.)

“Cómo se llama?” (Whats his name?)

“Tech.”

“Ahh okay. He died the same way Bucky Barnes died.”

“Bucky Barnes didn’t die though. He came back as the winter soldier.”

“Exactly. And who’s that mystery clone guy?”

“I think that mystery clone is Tech.”

(Guys she supports our delusions.)

I’m typing this on my phone at the moment, and for some reason, tumblr isn’t letting me type under pictures and it’s literally annoying me and I’m too lazy to made separate posts, but stay tuned. But I might make another version on my tiktok 🤭

ANYWAYS

Moving onto Crosshair

“He reminds me of your dad. Bald and tall.”

(I showed my mom the scene of Crosshair sitting by himself in the cafeteria)

“Ay pobrecito.”

Moving onto Wrecker

“He reminds me of Drax. From guardians of the galaxy.”

“I think he would like Pitbull.”

“MR WORLDWIDE!”

“I literally love him.”

“Quién? Wrecker or Pitbull?” (Quién means who)

“Wrecker.”🤭

“Estas loca.” (You’re crazy.)

Moving onto Echo

“What happened to him?! Why does he look gray?”

“He needs to eat some red meat. Get some blood in that skin. That’s some low iron.”

“Yo le daría carne asada.”(I’d give him carne asada.) [steak]

“Echo? Like the movie Earth To Echo. I like that movie.”

Moving onto Omega (my literal daughter)

“She looks like her name would be Estella. Or Estrella.” (Estrella means Star in Spanish)

“I like Omega. It’s a cute name.”

Moving onto Phee

“I like her, she’s voiced by Wanda Sykes. I like Wanda Sykes, she’s funny as hell.”

“She really liked Tech.”

“She and Tech deserved better.”

“In my mind, Tech is not dead, he’s happily married to Phee.”

“You’re delusional.”

“I know.”

“Pobrecita, she didn’t see him around.”

Moving onto Cid

“Isn’t that the puta that snitched them out?”

(Puta means bitch)

“Yeah.”

“Hm. She’s a witch for that.”

BONUS:

CAPTAIN REX✨✨

“…”

“Que guapo.” (How handsome.)

“…”

“RIGHTT.”

“But he’s a captain?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh no. I can’t go cheating on my Captain America. America’s ass. He’s the only Captain in my life.”

“He can be your space Captain. Space’s ass.”

“Space’s ass.”

OKAY THANK YOU FOR READING THIS 🙏🏽🙏🏽PRAYERS FOR THE FINAL EPISODE IM SCARED GUYS WE NEED A HAPPY ENDING 😭 😭 🙏🏽 I NEED THEM ALL TO BE WELL AND OKAY AND SAFE OR ELSE I’LL BE A MILITARY WIFE IN MOURNING

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bandaidpennylane · 2 months

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Who the hell does this raging lunatic think she is? Does she think she owns Pamela Courson? That she is the only one who has a right to post her? Get outta here! What is it about people writing books about Pam that makes them go fucking bonkers? First Patricia Butler. That one wrote Angels Dance Angels Die. Now we have this unhinged lunatic, who named her spider Pamela. Should we be so surprised? 🤦‍♀️

There's a reason why your Facebook page is a flop. 4 thousand followers after 15-20 years of "research." 🤭 You should have never abandoned your Tumblr page. 🤷‍♀️ It was a bit more successful with followers. But seriously lady, being an unhinged lunatic for 20 years doesn't help your reputation. How's that book going? Still can't get any publisher to publish it huh. 🤭 People don't like you Raeanne. This goes way back to the years on the Lizard Lounge where you attacked everyone. You were as crazy then as you are now. The only reason you have 4,000 Facebook followers is because people are interested in the photos you post. They don't follow you because they like you. In actuality, your followers despise you. Even the people who kiss your ass. If only you knew what they say behind your back.🤭 It shouldn't come to you as a surprise. You caused the divide and hatred. Your vitriol over the years has damaged Pamela's memory. You hold pictures hostage. You tag pictures you don't own. But you paid $900 for them! Of course you own them! That's not how it works and you know that's not how it works! You buy prints. Not the ownership of those photos! I could buy those same photos for $400-$900. The difference is I wouldn't tag them like you do because I'm not an asshole like you. The way you use to tag the Themis photos was gross. You absolute lunatic. Then you have a fit when people point out your behavior! 20 years! 20 fucking years Raeanne! Waaaah! I'm mad! You post my photos! Waaah you post ugly photoshops! Waaaah! I'm going to close my page! 🙄 Please do. Close it. Once and for all just close it. If it brings you peace of mind, just fucking close it. The way you rage about photoshopped photos of Pam but you posted a whole ass ridiculous set of AI images of her. 🤔 Guess what that makes you? A hypocrite with zero AI skills. 🤷‍♀️ I doubt you will close your page permanently. You love the ass kissing too much to quit it, even if it's coming from people who despise you. This is like the 10th time you quit. 🤭 But seriously lady, get some real help. Stop raging online and attacking other Pam fans. Do you know how pathetic you come across? 20 years of this vitriolic behavior. Close your page and self publish that stupid book of yours. Enough is enough!

A humorous and ironic update. Raeanne replied to a follower who basically called her out for her shitty AI Pam pictures. 😁🤌

It looks like Raeanne deleted some of Melissa's comments leaving just this one. I don't know who you are Melissa Owens but thank you. The hypocrisy and unhinged audacity coming from this bitch. Thank you!

It's been 48 hours and this bitch hasn't deleted her page. Of course she hasn't. 🥱

Yet another update! It gets more and more ridiculously entitled the more she speaks out. We are brats for posting photos of Pam!!! How dare other writers don't credit them!!!! They are ripping them off! How dare them!!! We are an epidemic of entitled brats!!! 😁🤭😄

Go fuck yourself Raeanne. You been eating out of your own ass for far too long. You have crossed every line of decency. Get help you crazy bitch! 🫣

#pamela courson #jim morrison #This bitch has had it coming for 20 years

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ughgoaway · 22 days

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controversial hot take fics this year are a snooze fest. what happened to the nasty soul snatching smut?75blr is boring bring back the slut era

okay I have many thoughts on this but let me start simple by saying; sending this to someone actively writing smut on 75blr is so fucking weird. like what do you want me to say??? "Yeah, all me and my friend's writing is DULL." No. fucking insane to sent this to me and think I'd agree.

second, if you think you can do better - write it yourself. don't come bitching and moaning to me that fics on here are a "snooze fest" and then expect me to just bow at your feet and start writing. if you want nasty soul snatching smut, DO IT YOURSELF. get a Google doc open and try. if you struggle then well, I guess it's not as easy as it looks. and if you're a good writer, great! write those fics and I'm sure everyone will love it.

or if you can't write, send requests to people who have their requests open?? and if you don't have any good ideas, that's VERY telling. You not being able to come up with anything good but expecting other people to write things you don't even know you want is rude as fuck.

also, I firmly disagree. there is some AMAZING filthy smut on here that people are putting out RIGHT NOW. elle only joined 75blr this year, and all of her stuff is jaw-dropping. yes, there might've been more writers last year, but when people send asks like this, it's clear why they don't wanna stay.

calling 75blr boring to someone who is clearly working hard and writing FOR FREE to make it fun is crazy. people have jobs, lives, and places to be other than tumblr. not a single writer on here is reading this ask and going, "Oh NO! a random anon doesn't think I'm writing good enough smut!! let me go spent 7 hours writing it JUST FOR THEM." No.

in conclusion: fuck off and write it yourself then. maybe it's a "controversial take" because you're point blank wrong.

#sorry if this is mean but i can't bring myself to care actually #like why would you send this #what response did you expect bro #anon!#neg anon!

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radgalniya · 1 month

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“it should’ve been called the love doctor”: a ‘how to date billy walsh’ movie review

i really only watched this bc charithra was in it, but also sometimes you just get in the mood for a cheesy teen romcom.

1. anyway. i hate archie’s character. he is the worst friend ever. like are you sure you like her??? bc hes so mean to her. he basically called her an ugly loser and made her fucking cry and then STILL chose to pretend to be the love doctor, lie to her face, and saboutage her the entire process.

2. that scene where amelia does the whole school girl outfit and then struts past everybody is so cute love her character. i’m so mad it didnt end well for her then they called her splat face girl like yall are DEAD WRONGGG lmaoo

3. yknow ik shes crazy for being in love w/ billie after 10 hours but hes fine as hell so i mean.. i get it.

4. mean girls in movies need to have better digs. they were not intimidating. NO BARS. but when archie said “if i throw a stick amber would you chase it”?!?!?! he ate this one lil thing and the bitch responds w/ “sorry i dont speak nerd” girl pls move on. and then he said “we’ve got geography and these bitches are history” BARSSSSS

5. i’m sorry i’m back again to shit on archie. he is the WORST. it’s so hard to watch amelia take his love doctor advice on her date with billy brooo it’s painful i had to keep pausing. i’m praying she uses her brains and they end up dating at the end bc i stg if somehow archie gets the girl after treating her like shit i’ll throw up.

6. i’m ngl billys you dont know me speech reminded me of that riverdale scene where the guy is like i had to drop out of the fifth grade to push drugs to support my nana or whatever he said

7. i’m sick of millenials making teen movies and shows and putting every cliche they can. no one uses hashtags anymore outside of tumblr like pls get real and then the overuse of emojis boooo

8. i feel like they forced this whole billy and amelia arent right for eachother thing and it makes no sense. like they pour their hearts out to each other for what…for him to judge her for a fear fart pls…like archie is an asshole stop trying to make fetch happen!

9. she ditches him… at her house… right before the dance…ykw maybe i was wrong maybe amelia and archie are made for eachother. both so unnecessarily mean

10. he said “ive never been broken up w before so can i stop u right there” lmao iconic. love billy walsh. he is the best character in the movie. nobody deserves him. ig i forgive amelia tho cus she apologized.

#how to date billy walsh #amazon prime #chronicles of niya #film #movies #billy walsh #charithra chandran #tanner buchanan

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ferocioustrout · 2 months

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getting into a fandom as a female character enjoyer is crazy because you’ll be like “ooh! This nuanced female character is really interesting, i bet people love her!” and then you go on tumblr and all the posts are like. [person hating on her for being slightly mean sometimes while defending a twink who committed war crimes because he has depression.]

[drawing of fan favorite yaoi with a doodle of her in the background]

[fanfic that demonizes her so that a male character can have his poor uwu sadboi moment]

[person who genuinely appreciates her making a post about how we should talk about her more, people in the comments being assholes]

[porn]

[her on a “my top ten lest favorite (fandom name) characters” list.]

[post completely mischaracterizing her that makes you so mad that you have to go and lay in a field of clovers for hours to reconnect with nature]

[someone’s intro post]

[post saying they want her dead violently]

[drawing of fan favorite yaoi with a doodle of her in the background again]

[beautiful fanart of her that looks like it took a lot of time and effort and represents her perfectly. It has 2 notes and one of them is a bot.]

[“why (character name) is a bitch and I hate her: a rant”]

[porn]

#fandom misogyny #fandom #fandom critical #fandom problems #fandom sexism

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seancekitsch · 10 months

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ok im resending cause i either forgot to send or tumblr ate it! so i know versions of this concept have been done before im eternally weak for jealous/possessive/dom adrian chase fics.

i wanted to request something where adrian and the reader are bffs they're very touchy feely and flirty but it never goes anywhere. reader gets frustrated waiting for adrian to make a move and sets out to make him jealous...it works a little too well, he snaps, smut ensues.

hehehe sorry this is late my entire house and life fell apart but here it is!!!

This doesn’t really feel the way you thought it would. It was a bad idea really. You know Adrian better than this and you’re fucking stupid for thinking this would work.

Adrian Chase, your best friend of the past five years, the man you share a bed with more often than not because you get sleepy after long hours hanging out, your partner on any missions, your defacto person to make up ridiculous and convoluted bits with on your very limited down time.

But the flirting banter and the touching have gotten more intense, and you find yourself almost miserable when he gets up in the morning and leaves your little cuddle pile of blankets and limbs. Every time you think he’s going to make a move, to do something, he just… doesn’t.

Now that you think of it, you could have made a move at any time. You could have been the one to pull him in for a kiss at any time between your constant bantering and snuggling on his couch. You absolutely did not need to be trying to make him jealous right now and having the worst conversation of your life.

Adrian’s eyes are set with pure anger at the back of the head of the guy youre talking to right now, and you keep trying to avoid looking at him. This guy… Angelo? Papa John? Something Italian, you think, is a bro in all senses of the word. He offered to buy you a drink and brought you a vodka cran, something you never drink but if it means you can talk to him without gagging in disgust, so be it. He’s talking about his old frat days and you’re nodding and giving your best “wow, that’s crazy!” where it feels appropriate. But now he’s trying to put his arm around you and lazily waving at the bartender to get you another drink.

“She doesn’t need another drink,” A voice cuts in, this one somehow both a needed comfort and a spike of unease.

“And you are?” The guy asks, and it gives you the distraction you need to sneak out from under his arm.

“That’s my girlfriend, actually. Yeah, I know I look like a late bloomer but some chicks actually go for that,” Adrian retorts, looking proud of himself as he definitely flexes his muscles. You don’t even have time to think about the fact that Adrian upgraded you to girlfriend because the guy’s voice cuts through your train of thought.

“You with him?” he asks you, pointing at Adrian in disbelief before turning to him, “Well she let me buy her two drinks and get cozy, so maybe next time keep your bitch on a tighter leash.”

Oh fuck no.

Adrian looks angrier than you’ve ever seen him. Anger isn’t really an emotion he holds, and if he does it’s very brief. You’ve seen him kill a room full of people while smiling before.

“I hope you didnt actually say that, bro,” Adrians voice drips with venom, “because that was really sexist of you. And while thats not against the law, it’s fucking gross and you don’t talk to her especially like that.”

And with that, Adrian doesn’t wait for his response, he just shoves him against the bar and stalks off. Adrian is certain to get your group banned from the bar sooner rather than later, but at least he didn't hit him. You don’t spare a glance at the guy to chase after your friend.

“Adrian!” you shout, trying to catch up to him as he marches into the parking lot. He doesn't slow his pace for you.

“Adrian, slow the fuck down,” you pant, jogging the rest of the way to where he’s fumbling with his keys at the door of the Vigilante-Mobile.

His jaw is still clenched when he turns around, the anger still rippling under the muscles of his handsome face, distorting and changing him.

“Why? So I can keep watching you let men that don’t respect you and smell like salami touch you? Then what? By the end of the night you’re going to go home with them and I don’t get a sleepover buddy and you’re going to fuck them and smell like salami too.” he’s ranting, and there’s hurt laced into his voice there. You ignore the slight offense you feel at him thinking you’d let that guy fuck you.

“No,” you scoff, “I was going to thank you. You know, for standing up for me.”

“Oh,” he seems genuinely surprised by that, “You’re welcome.”

His face doesn’t soften though, your goofy friend doesn’t ease up.

Fuck, this is weird.

“Do you wanna… go back inside?” you offer, and your voice does nothing to hide how unsure you are.

“You can,” he answers, finally finding the right key on his keyring.

“Adrian, cmon, I’m sure we aren’t—“ kicked out. Kicked about is what you were about today.

“If you’re just going to let someone else put their arm around you or buy you drinks then I want to go home and watch Kill Bill,” Adrian is serious. Fuck.

And what feels like a missing puzzle piece falls into place.

“Adrian… are you jealous?”

“What?” his voice jumps half an octave, and you’ve got him.

“No.”

“Seemed like it.”

“No!” he gets a bit more indignant. It’s cute.

“So if I went back in there…” you trail off, finding it hard to hide your smile as you continue to poke the bear.

“Do whatever you want!”

He yanks the drivers side door open and you realize just how much you fucked this up.

“Oh shit Adrian wait don’t leave!”

He stops mid sit, freezing in a goofy squat.

“I was trying to make you jealous,” you admit.

“Well that’s stupid, you can’t make me jealous.”

Fuck it, you have to explain it. You were hoping he’d just get so mad he’d bend you over the hood of the Sebring, but now you have to explain your sexually frustrated thought process.

“Shit, well. I thought if I made you jealous you would…” you shrug, and he stands back up, “I don’t know, make a move or something?”

You have literally never wanted to curl up and die more than you do in this moment.

“I thought you were the smart one out of the two of us,” Adrian says, crossing the distance between the two of you.

You furrow your brows at him, worried that if you speak you might end up saying something even worse… or crying.

“If you wanted me to kiss you or something you should have just asked! You know I don’t understand social cues.”

Okay, he’s right. Thats on you.

You nod, and Adrian reaches out to grab your arm.

“So, I guess this is me asking,” you weak confirm, focusing your eyes on the glare from the streetlight on Adrian’s glasses.

“Thank god,” Adrian breathes a sigh of relief, “It was so hard to hide all those boners!”

An unintended bark of laughter leaves your lips, all of your anxiety and nerves immediately melting away as he pulls you in for a kiss, not giving a shit that you’re laughing against his lips. He kisses you hungrily, sloppy and wild and his hands are all over you. You’re on autopilot with your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, balling your fists in the material of his sweater. His hands reach lower, and you break the kiss with a gasp when he squeezes your ass hard.

“Let’s go,” you pant, and he nods, only letting go of you to slap your ass while you practically run to the passenger side of the car.

You don’t even remember the drive from the bar to his house. No, you only remember his hand firm at the top of your thigh, his middle finger dipping between your thighs every so often to tease you. He has you whining and hot all over by the time he’s parked at his apartment complex and leading you up the stairs.

He moves the same way he does through a mission, his front door slamming against his entryway table and shaking it, practically knocking over the key bowl.

“Get on the bed,” he commands, not at all hiding his desperation as he kicks off his sneakers, “get on the fucking bed.”

You waste no time yourself throwing your jacket and purse and shoes into a corner and then throwing yourself onto the bed face first.

By the time you’re rolled over onto your back Adrian stands in the doorway, flicking the lights on.

“Ready?” he asks, and you nod. Immediately, he climbs himself onto the bed on top of you, pressing his hips into yours.

“Been ready,” you confirm, and he pulls at his sweater, shrugging it down his shoulders as he captures your lips in a kiss again. This kiss is no less desperate than the first, as if Adrian is trying to consume everything that is you.

He wrestles with your clothes, gripping and pulling until youre bare beneath him, your bare legs parted around his jean clad thighs.

“Thought you could make me jealous,” he laughs, his glasses sliding low on his nose as he smirks.

“I’m sorry,” you whine, his hands leaving trails of fire in their wake down your ribcage. He gropes at your chest, tracing every swell and expanse.

“Are you?” he asks, and you nod profusely. His hands dip further down, tickling at your navel before teasing at your core.

“Are you?” He repeats.

“Yes,” you gasp, his hand dipping down further and just barely touching where you want him.

“Making me jealous isn’t very nice, is it, baby?” he asks, and there’s something predatory in his eyes. You fucking love it.

“No,” you answer him as he ducks his head down and starts pressing sloppy kisses into the underside of your jaw and the pulse point of your neck. Fuck, you feel white-hot on fire, everything too much and not enough.

“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” he asks, his breath hot against your neck. You can only nod.

“Better be,” he demands, his hands leaving where they tease you to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and boxers down in a fluid motion. You curl into yourself a little to look at him, not at all feeling ashamed at wanting to catch a glimpse of Adrian’s dick.

"M' Gonna be so good for you," you sigh, desperate as he presses his now bare thighs back against yours, his rock hard length brushing against you.

"Shut up," he grunts, and then back tracks, "Not in a sexist way, but god I can't concentrate when you sound so hot."

You listen, and obey, nodding again before kissing his neck now, smooth from a fresh shave and reveling in the happy hum from his lips when your lips and tongue get to work.

“That was so mean,” he gasps, struggling to talk as you give him the same treatment he gave you, “Earlier tonight. Didn’t have to flirt with a ninja turtle. I woulda kissed you so many times if I knew you wanted me to.”

You moan against his skin at his words, and let his hands drift low again. Your hands graze against his nipples, his abs, his hips.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, daring your fingers to go lower, but wanting him to go lower first.

“You want me? Not him?”

You nod.

“Gonna make you forget his name.”

You don’t bother telling him you don’t remember the guys name anyway, not when he pushes in ever so slowly and letting you feel every centimeter of him a he sinks himself into you. You sigh in delight, a dazed smile overtaking your lips as he bottoms out.

“That’s a good girl,” he breathes, not at all hiding how you’re effecting him either, “So right for me.”

And he's right, you're so right for him, he's so right for you. Everything about this feels so correct and perfect.

“Move, please move, please,” you beg, breathless and almost delirious in pleasure. You’ve never felt so full in such a lovely way, in a way that fits you and feels so good that you could scream from this alone.

He obeys, finally pushing his glasses up as he can focus in on your face and watch what he does to you. Adrian leans up, opting to grab your hips as he gets on his knees to tilt your hips and snap into you. He holds you in place, his thumbs digging into your hips in a way that’s sure to bruise but you’ll wear those bruises with pride, happy to carry him with you even after this.

“Adrian!” you shout, your breath trapping in your throat.

“That’s right, this is for me,” He grits his teeth as he answers you, forcing all of his strength into the snapping of his hips, the force of him fucking you.

“All—All for… you,” you struggle to get out, the angle leaving you short for breath but god, you could never imagine your first time fucking Adrian better than this.

“Fuckin right you are,” his lips curl up into an almost sneer, but his eyes are full of love. It’s so hard for him to hide himself from you, even if he says he doesn’t understand emotions, he shows them.

You pull him down to kiss him, even if this puts him at an awkward angle, he kisses you happily; like a man drinking from a fountain after walking through a desert. He kisses full of love and passion and his hips never slow their pace, always hitting the spot that makes you gasp, always pushing you closer to the edge.

“I—,” your breath hitches, and with a particular harsh thrust from Adrian you can finish the thought.

“I love—,” he starts to respond, and then stops everything. His speaking, his thrusting, everything.

“Shit, sorry, forget I said that!” he urges.

But you’re stuck, frozen. You heard the end of that sentence even if he didn’t want you to.

“I’m sorry; fuck. Sorry.” He moves, as if he’s going to pull out, and then you snap into action.

“No!” you shout, startling yourself and him. You anchor your ankles around his back and hold him in place.

“I love you!” you blurt out. Adrian relaxes, only slightly.

“Adrian I love you so much I tried to make you jealous to get you to kiss me please please don’t leave,” you beg, ready to do anything in your power to keep him where he is.

“You… do?” he asks, and again tonight, you nod profusely.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispers, and resumes his position.

You think you hear him say “I knew it” but you can’t be sure over the rush of blood you hear in your ears as he resumes his pace and sets every nerve in your body on fire. If you were ready to come before, you’re on overdrive now. Adrian spares no inch between your bodies and kisses everything he can reach, ever practically folding you in half to do so.

“Fuck I’m—“

“Do it,” he answers, giving you permission for everything to want. It only takes a few more thrusts, the drag of his hips against you, the friction between you, to drive you to oblivion. You come in staccato, your body seizing and shaking quickly in succession, your breath and moans stifled and punctuated as if by impossible beats; Adrian guides you through all of it. For a supposed late bloomer, he knows what he’s doing to take care of someone.

He slows, but never stops his pace, until you come back to him. Adrian kisses your face all over, holding you tight to bring you back to your senses.

It’s not until you start kissing back that he starts up his pace again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna… soon,” he works out between thrusts, hoping for your guidance.

“Do it, do it please,” you beg, wanting everything he can give you. “Where should I…?”

“In… Fuck, inside if you want.”

“What do you want?” he asks, so gentlemanly it makes you want to punch him.

“Inside!” you almost shout, the word comes pushed out through a moan because he hits that spot inside again that drives you wild.

“Fuck…” he stalls, and then his hips stutter, and it’s hot. He releases full into you, all over warm like the first sip of soup. You feel safe as he stills again and the lowers himself on top of you, kissing your jaw and neck.

“Adrian, fuck, Ade,” You whisper, not sure what you’re asking.

He picks his head up immediately.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“This won’t change sleepover night, right?” you ask, in the lamest way possible.

“Is this sarcasm I should pick up on?”

You only hug him closer as you laugh.

#adrian chase x reader

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planetatlas · 2 years

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~Locked Out~ j.t.k

Summary: Jeff gets locked out after a mission, and you're the only one available to let him in. Unfortunately, you two hate each other more than anyone else in the mansion.

Content Warnings: Just swearing, it's an enemies to lovers fluff fic. Implied murder, it's Jeff the Killer. Context Clues.

You were sitting on your bed scrolling through Tumblr posts Ben had sent you before he went on a hunt, when your phone started to ring. 'No Caller ID' flashed across your screen. You were hesitant, however Ben installed security measures on your phone so what's the harm in answering? You swiped the call button and said, "Hello?" only to be met with a deep sigh. "Listen, I know I blocked you, and believe me I wish I didn't have to unblock you, but I may or may not be..." he trailed off, and you recognized the scratchy voice of your least favorite person on Earth.

"And tell me why I would ever help you for anything, Jeffery?"

"Okay listen bitch I wouldn't turn to you for help anyway unless you were my last resort."

"I still don't know what you could possibly offer me to get me to help you."

It was silent for a minute before he responded, "I don't have anything to offer. In fact, you don't have any reason to help me, but I'm locked out of the mansion because I just got back from a mission and all of the doors and windows are locked. It's raining hard and I'm already soaked."

That's right, you remembered the crazy fangirls that were prowling the mansion earlier that evening. The proxies locked everything and everyone turned out all types of lighting to deter the girls from believing it was lived in. Everyone stayed in their rooms until the girls gave up and left after spending an hour searching for a way in. "Sorry dude, fangirls were outside but it would've caused a lot of commotion within the town outside the forest if they went missing. We couldn't afford for them to die close to the mansion and have it discovered by anyone else."

You sat and thought for a moment, tuning out whatever bullshit he was rambling about–probably crazy fangirls. You pondered letting him in, before stopping in surprise. Why on Earth would you consider doing anything for him? He was a total asshole who seemed to be extra rude to you compared to the other habitants. You didn't owe him anything, so why were you considering being nice to him? He deserved to sit in the rain, you reasoned with yourself. But to your surprise, you found yourself agreeing, stopping him mid-ramble.

"Okay, give me a minute." He stopped, and before you could hear a reply, you hung up. You slung on a hoodie and some pajama pants before making your way out of your room and down the stairs. You crossed the living room and unlocked the front door. Jeff stood there, soaked and shaking like a dog. He just stared at you in surprise until you snapped him out of it, "You gonna come in or stare at me like a fucking idiot?" He glared before stomping his way inside and up the stairs to his room.

You thought you heard a muttered, 'thank you' but you blew it off. He was a self-centered dick, why would he thank you for anything? Yeah, you're so welcome, you thought as you rolled your eyes, locking the door and making your way back to your room.

~~~

It had been a few weeks since the 'locked out' incident, however you noticed a few subtle changes. For starters, he never blocked you again. You passed by the couch while he was sitting down one day and saw your name in his call list as he scrolled to find Masky's name. He began insulting you a lot more and attempting to be rude more often than normal, however any attempts to snap at you or insult you didn't land as they used to, for he lost the bite in his tone he used to have whenever he spoke to you.

He also began avoiding you and everyone else in general. He spent more time in his room and he was either blasting music that was supposed to come across as his normal heavy stuff but after listening to the lyrics, they sounded more like sad songs. He also paced in his room more often, because you could hear him when you were awake in the late hours of the night. You just continued to blow all of this off, writing it off as him being moody as usual and generally ignoring his existence like normal.

When you'd hang out with Ben, he started acting odd when the topic of Jeff was brought up. He slowly started to attempt to lessen your hate for the paper-faced dickhead and convince you that he wasn't as bad as you thought. You would just narrow your eyes at Ben and at first he dropped it, but he started trying harder the longer it went on.

One night, you were in Ben's room as normal watching him play Resident Evil: Village. You both were in love with Lady D and thought it was funny to fangirl over her together and fight over who loved her more.

After pausing the game to go get snacks, Ben came back in and gave you a funny look after sitting down. "What?" You asked, a little on edge as this was out of his character.

"Why do you hate Jeff so much?"

"What are you on about?"

"You know, ever since you moved in you two have always been at each other's throats."

"Well it's not my fault, he's been a total cunt towards me from the get-go. He's even meaner to me than everyone else, he'd always single me out, insult me when we so much as passed each other, always trying to get in my way. He's even stolen kills from me! What, do you think my hatred isn't justified?"

He sat and thought about your words for a moment, before looking back to you. He looked deep in thought, as if he was trying to pick and choose his words carefully. "I understand why that may have hurt you or made you angry, but have you tried getting to know him a little better? Get past that, albeit sharp, exterior? Did you ever stop to think he was putting up a front?"

You looked at him like he grew a second head before answering, "You're joking right? He even blocked me! How do you expect me to get closer to him when he limits all possible contact?"

"Did you ever even want to get to know him in the first place? Seriously (Y/N), even at the start did you ever have a small desire to get to know him the way you took the time to get to know the rest of us."

At that you paused. Recalling your first few weeks at the mansion, you thought about Jeff. How he acted, how you felt. You remembered feeling intrigued by him, wanting to get closer to him, unraveling the mask he so proudly and stubbornly wore for everyone.

You did want to get closer to him. You even felt slight attraction to him, however his extra cold treatment towards you had hurt you and you found it easier to hate him and throw it back in his face. At this point, hating Jeff was all you knew to do anymore. Showing him kindness in any form was foreign and left a weird taste in your mouth.

You looked Ben in the eyes and realized what he had been working to convince you. He was trying to make you realize you didn't hate him, and you guessed Ben knew before you did that your hatred was just masked hurt. You just gave him a sad smile and said, "I think we should stop here, I'm kind of tired. Goodnight Ben," and before he could reply or grab after you, you walked out of his room and into your own.

~~~

You were on a mission to kill one of the fangirls that had been prowling that night, it had been long enough since she had visited that it was safe to dispose of her before she spread too much information. The other girls had continued to attempt to get close but Slenderman wanted to put distance between their visits to the mansion and their death, so people wouldn't connect it to the mansion.

You were walking back to the mansion and as you broke the treeline, it started pouring. Even worse, it was pouring hard and it was cold. It felt like you were being pelted by icicles and it soaked your clothing quickly.

You sprinted to the front door, expecting the knob to turn and you could be in the safety and comfort of your room. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. The knob didn't give, and you ended up slamming into the door in your rush to get inside. You jiggled the knob a few more times, shoving against the door with your shoulder. It didn't budge.

Irritated, soaked, and freezing, you circled the ground floor, trying every window and the back door. You couldn't get in anywhere. Sighing, you slumped on the porch with your back against the door, you began calling everyone in the mansion. Some went straight to voicemail, some rang for a second before being declined, and some rang the entire way through. No one picked up.

Losing hope, you almost closed your phone and resigned to sleeping on the porch for the night before your eyes caught an unknown number. You immediately knew who it was, as it was the only number you didn't have saved.

Sighing deeply, you tapped on the number and it began to ring. 'Please pick up, please pick up, please pick-' "Hello?" That familiar raspy voice answered, and you mentally cheered to yourself before cringing.

"Hey, Jeff. Remember how I so graciously rescued you from a rainy night on the front porch?" You heard silence for a minute, and almost hung up, beginning to believe he was ignoring you was was going to leave you outside, when you hear a small sigh, before, "One minute." Then the dial-tone signalling he hung up.

You stared at your phone in confusion and offence. Suddenly, you heart the lock clicking and before you could process it, your back hit the floor of the entryway. Jeff stood above you staring down, in nothing but sagging pajama pants.

You started at him for a second before he spoke, "What are you staring at? Come on (Y/N), get inside before you get sick." You just nodded your head and stood up, stepping inside so he could close and lock the door.

You stood in shock, as he turned back around and stared back. "Do I have something on my face?" His words made you snap out of it as you blushed and found the wall the most interesting thing in the room.

You heard him sigh, before he muttered to himself, "I'm too tired for this. I'm probably gonna regret this in the morning," before he looked at you and spoke to you this time, "(Y/N), can we talk?" This left you even more shocked, and somewhat confused.

Nodding, you began to follow him before remembering you were soaked from head to toe. "Do you mind if I change first?" He shook his head and continued to his room while you hurried to your own. Changing into a tank top and pajama pants and towel drying your hair quickly, you made your way to his room.

You opened the door to him sitting on his bed and his head snapped to you as you entered. You shut the door and stood awkwardly as you weren't used to this level of kindness or sincerity from the killer. He rolled his eyes before standing and making his way to you. He stopped and stared you in the eyes, causing you to blush. Scratching his neck, he began to speak.

"(Y/N), do you truly hate me?"

You blinked in surprise and went to tell him how much you hated him, but the words died in your throat. You stared at him as you tried to speak, but words kept failing you. Finally, you sighed, looked down to the floor, then looked back up to him as you steeled your resolve.

"No, I don't hate you. I acted like I did because that was easier than continuing to attempt to be nice to you only to get shut down every time and get my feelings hurt over and over again."

You stared him down as he looked to the ground for a moment, processing your words. When he looked back to you, regret, confusion, frustration, and sadness flashed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for treating you like that. This may just be the exhaustion causing me to be more honest tonight, but I never really wanted to treat you like that. The way you made me feel confused me, it scared me. I didn't know how to handle it or your kindness so I lashed out instead."

"Eventually, you just started dishing it back so I thought I lost my chance of ever getting to know you. I wanted to get closer to you, but every time I tried I choked up and ended up snapping at you. I'm sorry,"

He paused and took a shaky breath in, before breathing it out and giving you sad, regretful eyes before continuing, "After I got locked out, you didn't have to let me in but you did, for no other reason than the kindness of your heart that you've shown to everyone else, and I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I wondered why you bothered to help me when I've been so rude to you, and it messed with my head, so I pushed you away harder, but I couldn't keep it up."

He spoke with such certainty and regret you actually began to believe it. Throughout the weeks since the first incident, when he got locked out, you remembered all of the little things that chipped away at your resolve but it made you feel weak, you felt vulnerable for letting little things play with your emotions, so you just denied them harder than before.

However, standing here in front of Jeff, who was supposed to be your enemy, you realized that wasn't the case. You weren't being delusional, the little things actually meant something. When the fact that he felt the same as you had finally set in, you just widened your eyes before staring at him in shock. He looked worried, scared almost, before asking you if you were upset with him.

"I can understand if you don't understand how I feel or feel the same way, I can't expect you to after the way I treated you. I just needed to get this off my chest before–" He was cut off as you pounced on him in a hug. You buried your head in his neck and hugged him like your life depended on it, silently telling him to stop talking. He froze and stiffened up, before slowly relaxing and circling his arms around you, burying his face into your hair.

You two stood like that for a while, silent and taking comfort in the other's presence. You pulled away first, giving him a gentle smile that told him everything he needed to know.

You believed it was safe to say it was going to be a lot calmer and friendlier between you two.

(A/N): This is my first ever fanfic??? I write essays not fanfiction but that changes now I guess. He may be OOC but it's fluff and if I were to write him how I actually thought he'd be this would turn into dark angst so fast. Constructive criticism appreciated, hate comments will be deleted lmao. You can also leave requests, I'm open to many fandoms however I may not be able to write some as well as I can others.

#jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #enemies to lovers #fluff #jeff the killer fluff

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dtupdates-archive · 10 months

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart (pt. 1)! He liked:

tumblr req :3

he scares me sometimes

living life like limitless, there's nothing else but right here right now 💚🏔️

👹.

*sigh* yes, i am a crybaby...

😴🥰✨.

laaaa la laaaaaa

Traditional dream.

dteam eyes <3

(untitled)

We need to put him in a bubble suit

protecting him from every illness ever

dream in my the most recent outfit (+cat beanie) cuz idk what to doodle

bro's doin great. take care of yourself buddy, we really appreciate you <3

thank you for tweeting every couple of hours so we know you’re ok dream : ) dttwt hopes you recover quickly <3

qts

thats crazy

Movie night in bed while recovering 🩹❤️‍🩹

it’s been rly hot outside ☀️

dream

The poor little guy is enjoying his rose tea

…

Real

脑一个战后小互动XD

Blob doodles

Everest 💚

just a happy lil guy

Him and his bodyguards 🫶✨

dnfies

hello

He’s sleepy 💤

your existence is precious! 🌼

Too silly

for alé :)

🩷.

Get well soon, king

eepy

actually don't 😭💚

The littlest minecraft guy

alright

💚💙🦈Matching🦈💙💚

💚.

Doodle :3

dreamXD just stays silly :3

They're soggy :/

what are these guys doing on the mushrooms😲

⭐⭐⭐.

oh my, oh my god !

I did blob dream instead! :D✨

Smol dreamteam:D

stream ‘everest’ wherever you get your music!!! i love this song so much. thank you for making it, dream 🫶🏻

Sea otters hold hands while they're sleeping so they don't drift away from each other!

Pensieri sopraffatti

Dreamfanart should follow me for this one it’s a banger

smiley boy!! :D

dsmp s2 never happen but sometimes i think

“I lived bitch.”

little dteam in a mushroom playground but there is definitely a spider somewhere in it

ohhh i forgot to post these

🤯.

And he stays there ☝️‼️‼️

: )

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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icameheretoreadstuff · 1 year

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Take off your clothes.

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Warning: 18+, Angst, smut, explicit sex, unprotective sex, spanking,

Summary: You were on a huntingtrip, trying to find your friend Sara, but got cornerd by 5 werewolves. Then suddenly in comes Lucifer saving your ass.

A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You were friends with Sam and Dean. You basically knew everything, the whole story. You found out when you met Sam and Dean 18 years ago. For monthes you had been working cases with Sam and Dean, and other people on and off due too end of the world stuff. You and Lucifer had been caught staring at each other, flirting and teasing. Sam figured it out first, he got worried and told Dean of course. Dean got pissed and you promised that you would try to stay away from him. But you knew that you couldn't keep that promise. Because he was like a drug, and you wanted more.

You were currently hunting after a werewolf, who had killed your friend Sara. You were at a resturant middle in a forrest, checking out a lead. talked to the manager, who told you that there was this cabin, west of the forrest. You had been driving a small road for over an hour now, when you came to the right place. You walked over to the cabin ready for anything. You had an shotgun, a machette strapped to your leg and a small gun under your jacket.

You walked slowly over to the front door, lockpicking it open. The place was dark and dirty, but you went in anyway. "Sara?" you called, walked around the corner from the hallway into another room, it looked like a diningroom, there you found a dead body. "shit" you cussed and walked slowly over to her. It was sara, you were too late. "oh no, Sara" you sighed, angry over you couldn't be there sooner.

Suddenly you felt someone drag you and pushed you over to the other side of the room. You woke up after a couple of seconds, trying to listen in on what was going around you. You silently grabbed the gun and were ready for anything.

You saw two werewolves in the room and flipped on your back shooting both of them with your handgun. You jumped up and looked around you, another one came from your left, you shot him and continuing walking over to the body of Sara.

She was gone, you wanted to give her a proper burial. You sighed and turned around and got up your cell. "Hey Bitch" someone said behind your back. you turned around ready to shoot only to see 5 werewolves circling around you in different directions.

You did not know what to do so you tried to make small talk. "let's talk about this" you said holding your gun in the air, putting it down and kicking it away from you. "I think not" the other one said and grabbed the gun, disarmening it. "you killed allot of my friends" the leader said. "Now what is there to talk about?" you sighed "what did you do to Sara?" you asked. "She's dead" he answered "No matter, You are just in time for dessert" He smirked. A tear fell on your cheek. "hell yeah!" another answered. You thought of how the hell you were going to get out of this mess.

Suddenly the backdoor kicked in "Here's Lucy!" Lucifer said with kind of a crazy face. Everyone turned to look at Lucifer. The leader got scared and said "Stay back or we kill her" and another one grabbed you and held you hostage. "Aw, Do you think you stand a chance-" You tried to shake loose but to no use.

Lucifer began panting of rage, His eyes turned red "Do you think you stand a chance against me?" He growled. The one who held you tried to stab you but failed, but he managed to cut your throat a little. Lucifer waved with his hand so that everyone froze in agony. You started to panic and tried to hold your wound. "die" he snarled and snapped his fingers, and everyone dropped to the floor. He looked over to you "are you alright?" he asked. "Lucifer" you sighed out in relief. and held your throat tighter, "Y/n?" You started to feel dizzy. "help-" you said before fainting.

You woke up in a bed "Lucifer?" you searched for his face, realising that you woke up in a fancy bedroom, looking like a hotel or something. You looked around yourself confused, you walked over to the mirror looking where the cut was. The cut was gone, You sighed in relief. you looked around yourself looking for Lucifer but found him nowhere.

"Hey sleepyhead" Lucifer said and stood behind you laying down some food on a table. You turned "Luc-" you sighed in relief. He laid the food on the table. "saved your ass" he smirked. You ran over to him jumped up into his arms and kissed him deeply. He held you in his arms, holding you tightly. You dragged your hands through his hair grabbing it playfully. "you saved my life" you said. "If this is the thanks I get, I should save you more often" he whispered and dropped you down.

"Listen, I neeed to ask you something" you started saying, guiding his hand over to the bed. "You are kinda the villan" you stated. "And You are kinda annoying" he said simply, you chuckled and said "seriously, I can't get you out of my head" you stated. "But I want you to tell me, If this happends" you said reaching over to his hand "Is this a one time thing for you" you asked, as you heart started to beat faster. "You are the first living creation I have ever cared about" he said sighing "but you know I'll always be the villan" he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care" you said grabbed his face and kissed him, tasting his lips seductively and tasted his split tounge. "I can't get you out of my head either" he whispered as he grabbed your face and started to deeply kiss you.

He raised up and threw of his clothes, and you threw off your clothes rushing to keep kissing him. He grabbed your waist, placing you middle of the bed as he climed over you. You looked down at his body "nice vessel" you smirked and bit his lip. The feeling of your bodies touching was making you hungry for him.

He smirked and kissed you deeply, and moved his hand down to your core. You grabbed his hand and guided him close to your g-spot. "here" you moaned, You moaning gave him so much pleasure. He kissed your neck and kept kissing you, worked his way down to playfully bite your nipple.

He kept moving down and put his tounge out tasting your core. "You are so wet" he hummed, as his long tounge finding your g-spot, thrusting into you. "Lucifer" you moaned. Lucifer looked at you, your moaning was making him want you more and more. He placed his hand on your nipple pinching it and kept thrusting his tounge into you, exploring what made you tic.

"I'm close" you kept moaning. The sound of your wet core, the sounds you and him making together with your bodies was making him crazy. You grabbed his hair, moaning loudly "Lucifer" you climaxed and moved your hips into his face, riding out your high.

He looked up at you "You taste so good" he smirked. "You like riding my face" he winked and flipped you over. You held on the headboard, ready for him. He looked satisfied at your reaction, and spanked you hard. you winced with pleasure "luc-" you leaned back searching for him. He smirked as he thrusted himself in you with no warning.

"lucifer" you moaned and joined in on thrusting yourself, and positioned yourself making him go deeper. "y/n" he hummed. You and him had an perfect rythum going. The sound of your bodies crashing and your wet core was making you moan. You felt an wave of electricity throughout your body, signaling you were close. He grabbed your hips hard and climaxed. You both colapsed on the bed.

After cleaning your self up, you walked over to the food he had brought you, opening up the bag and found your favourite takeout. "Thanks for this" you smiled satisfied. "For what?" He smirked, you rolled your eyes knowing he meant that he had saved your life, brought you food and well made you completely satisfied.

"Everything" you winked and chuckled. He walked out of the bed starting to dress himself, you stopped him saying "what do think you are doing?" He looked up at you puzzled. "I’m just getting fuel" you said and pointed at the bed. "Sit" he threw his clothes at the floor ready for round 2. "Yes sir" he joked.

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Chapter 7 -

Cantata

Arabella is the executive assistant for Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff. 10 years into her career, it looks like the tide is changing, and she's beginning to question her relationship with him. Is it something more, or nothing but an idea lingering in her head?

F/M, Fluff, Boss/Employee Relationship, Romance, Pining, Love, Slow Burn

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(Total: 30502 words thus far)

Sorry about how long this chapter took. I am, in fact, getting a literal PhD. So sometimes I have to focus on that and not Toto Wolff, although it is really hard. There's a joke somewhere in there about fanfic authors. Feel free to make it.

~redbullcateringfiction

“So…how was dinner with Toto?” Bono asked.

“How did you know about that?” I shot him a glance.

“You do know that you’re in a hotel filled with your coworkers, right?” He responded. Fair enough.

“Well…it was nice,” I shrugged.

“That’s good, that’s good. Hey,” He said softly, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me in. This was never good. Bono only ever pulled me in for a whisper when he was about to tell me something very, very bad. The list of previous times was short.

The engineering supervisor had just fired the craziest person on the team. It’s good to be a little crazy in Formula 1, but Gino had taken it 5 steps too far, and was lucky to have not gotten hit by a car. Anyway, the engineering team desperately needed me to distract the media and coordinate his removal with security in such a way that no one would happen to notice the short Italian man being dragged out by his ear.

My mom collapsed during a race. Turned out to just be heat exhaustion.

In most recent memory, Lewis has COVID. I had just spent a few hours with him and Toto, in close proximity.

Bono had a talent for lowering his head in such a way that no one could possibly hear what he was about to whisper to you, and this was no different. “Look yourself up,” He whispered, while simultaneously gently letting go of me. This could not be good. At the same time, my phone buzzed with Jeffrey’s contact popping up for a phone call. This has to be bad. There is no alternative.

I declined his call, and immediately went to Safari as Bono looked over my shoulder.

“Who was that?” Bono asked.

“My lawyer.”

“Your lawyer? You have a lawyer?” He asked, with such a sudden expression of shock.

“More a friend who’s a contracted lawyer. A lawyer friend. Who I have a contract with. A friend who is a lawyer who I have a contract with,” I explained.

“You said ‘contract’ so much I’m starting to think it’s some sort of freaky 50 Shades thing.”

“Jesus, Bono,” I complained.

“You have to admit you made it sound like that.”

“Fair,” I groaned, finally typing my name into the search bar.

Trending ~ 1 minute ago - It’s not silly season, right? How is there F1 drama already? with a picture of Cathal and me from years ago.

Trending ~ 1 minute ago - Why is Cathal Lynch obsessed with his ex-girlfriend? Cathal Lynch appears in…

Trending ~ 1 minute ago - Cathal Lynch shows for Pre-Season Testing wearing Red Bull shirt

“Jesus, you gave me a scare. That’s not that bad. He’s just being weird again,” I sighed, turning to Bono. My heart rate started to slow down. Bono raised his eyebrow.

“And yet…you’ve clicked on none of them,” Bono sighed. “Keep scrolling.”

I did as he said. Suddenly more recent articles pop up.

2 minutes ago - Four Odd Bottles releases new song, “Bitch”, moments after Cathal Lynch spotted in Bahrain

4 minutes ago - It’s time to cancel Cathal Lynch: “Bitch” is a retelling of Radiohead’s “Creep”…and somehow creepier

8 minutes ago - Was Arabella a “Bitch?” A lookback at Cathabella

10 minutes ago - “Bitch,” please. How Arabella Lazaar used Cathal Lynch to make her seem more integral to Mercedes than she really ever was

23 minutes ago - “Bitch,” is a great song. Sorry, not sorry.

45 minutes ago - Is “Bitch” that bad? The conversation on new Four Odd Bottles song takes over Twitter.

48 minutes ago - Expletive-filled song by Four Odd Bottles is the newest crazy ass song from a fucking creep

“Oh…oh no,” I sighed.

“Listen, I wasn’t going to not tell you,” Bono explained, grabbing me by the shoulders again. “Here’s the thing. And listen to me carefully. This is about Cathal. Not you. Public Relations is about to call Toto and ask that he puts forward a request to have him banned, even if temporarily. I had them wait until the two of you got back. Are you still listening?”

I was, but I couldn’t blame him for asking. I knew my eyes had glazed over. “Yeah, yeah. PR. Banning. All that.”

“Okay. Arabella, this guy is a fucking creep. But we’re going to fix this,” Bono explained.

“No, no. I will,” I sighed.

“No, no. You will not touch this. Yes, it's almost entirely your job, but this is the time you pass off a responsibility to someone else. And you will absolutely not listen to that song. Do you understand? Do not listen to it. It’s fucking weird,” Bono pushed his hair back.

“I imagine it is. I also get the sneaking suspicion I should listen to it,” I explained. “I can’t understand what’s going on without it.”

“Arabella, all you need to know that’s going on with it is that your ex-boyfriend is still writing songs about you, but this one is just plainly mean and weird. And he used you as a publicity stunt for it. Like, c’mon. That’s what you need to know about it.”

“Arabella, come over here for a second,” Toto called, suddenly appearing in the hallway behind me. Shit. I stepped towards him, and he grabbed my shoulder. That had now happened a bit too frequently in the past few minutes. I know this is a shit show. But this must be a real fucking shit show. “I’m sure you already know about it. After all, no one can really seem to keep their mouths shut. Anyway, I’m about to call the FIA. This is the first time something like this has happened, so don’t hold your breath. Hopefully though, they’ll seek to make an example out of this kind of behavior. Regardless of how messy this is for you , no team should be dealing with shit like this. Bono!” Toto suddenly called out.

“Yeah, yeah?” Bono asked, nearly running over.

“Who invited the little…Lynch? Who invited Lynch? Do you know?”

“I’ve asked around. Don’t think he was invited by anyone,” Bono shrugged.

“Oh, good. I was worried someone had invited him. Since he just showed up with a paddock pass, this is a different situation. Alright, I’m about to make the call. Arabella, I know it’s difficult, but I need your complete focus, alright? 100%. This is no one’s problem, except his. Thankfully, this has to be a violation of something. Yeah, celebrities are publicity stunts in and of themselves, but usually they’re invited.”

“I’m just going to head off to Lewis’s team meeting while you make the call, okay?” I offered.

“Of course you will. Schatzi, you’re brilliant. This is why you’ve been doing this for so long. Only you could handle this,” Toto smiled. He patted me on my back and walked off, immediately hopping on the phone.

“Alright then, let’s go,” Bono answered, guiding me to the meeting room. As soon as we walked in, all of Lewis’s team quickly set down their phones and looked at me with horrified looks.

“If I can keep my mouth shut about this, everyone else can, alright?” I nodded. “Toto will be in here in not 5 minutes. If we aren’t talking strategy when he comes in, he’ll keep us here all night.”

“Okay everyone. Goodnight. See you all in the morning. Bright and early,” I waved goodbye to Aero. I looked at my watch. 9:35pm. We had really pulled it off with plenty of time for many people to get a full night of sleep. Except the engineers, but that was by choice. Many of them would be practically foaming at the mouth at the gate wanting to run in and get to work on the car. All night they would discuss different strategies to turn everything into a well oiled machine. For many of them, the driver is just driving their good work. Yes, a good driver makes all the difference, but to them it's their car.

“Arabella,” Toto called after me. I had gone into autopilot and started walking towards the elevator without a thought to whether Toto needed anything from me. I turned around with my hands up.

“Sorry, sorry. What’s up?” I asked, approaching him.

“You’re absolutely brilliant,” He said, opening his arms and giving me a great hug. First kiss, second kiss. Each cheek, just a brief touch. “Just absolutely brilliant. No one but you, yeah? No one but you. Okay, I have good news.”

I looked up at him as he finally let go. “Yeah, and what’s that?”

“He won’t be let in the gates tomorrow. Or all weekend. Or all season. Temporary ban for the season. Turns out it's a violation of some rule to use a paddock appearance for personal gain when it’s not written into your contract. Since he wasn’t invited, the contract was pretty explicit in not allowing that,” Toto explained. “Bad news is when he gets turned away at the gates tomorrow, I expect the press will be all over that. But it’s not too bad. The FIA won’t name you or the team as the cause or anything. Just plain breach of etiquette. I can only imagine what ridiculous thing that psycho will say about it though.”

“Thank you. Really, thank you,” I answered. “Did PR have any notes for me?”

“They’re hands off of you if I’m honest. Main concern is the look for the team. Even had to call Red Bull’s PR since he tried to make it seem like they invited him. I recommend you take a look at the new news if you want a laugh about it. Crazily enough, I was the 2nd call to the FIA. Red Bull had already called them about it to get him banned because of the implications,” Toto laughed. Yeah…I have to admit. It’s kind of funny when you think about it. I laughed with him.

“So…I can do what I want when it comes to it?” I asked.

“I know you very well, and I imagine the worst thing you could manage to do would be good for the team. So, yes. Whatever you want. I trust you more than them,” Toto smiled.

“Well, let me think about it, yeah? I’ll let you know before I go through with it,” I explained.

“Don’t bother. Like I said, I trust you.”

I gave him a look with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, well now I’m concerned. What is that supposed to mean?” He asked with a slight giggle.

“Speaking about it at all? Is that fine?” I asked.

“I had no idea what you were about to say. Don’t mess with me like that, Arabella! Yes, of course, speaking about it is fine. Just nothing stupid, obviously.”

I nodded. “Well…I ought to be off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I shrugged.

“Oh, of course. Goodnight,” Toto nodded, as I wandered towards the elevator. As I arrived in my room, I stared at my phone. My mind begged me to check to see the updated news. Afterall, who could resist reading the various essays that weren’t really about themselves, but were instead about their ex-boyfriend talking about them. We had dated for some time, but not nearly long enough for Cathal to still be this pissed off about it. In fact, I had started to doubt whether he really still cared, or was just using a shitty microcelebrity like myself to constantly relaunch himself into fame. All the songs he had written about me when we were together were just crappy love songs, but they had so many little suggestions as to who the woman (or women) might be, that the fans and media couldn’t resist speculation. Since we have broken up and he has yet to find another muse as satisfactory, instead he just keeps milking a years-old break up.

It would be sad if it weren’t so frustrating. I never really quite liked the spotlight. Yes, I had been photographed with several celebrities, especially drivers and Toto, but there was always an understanding among the media that it was nothing more than business. Maybe a few F1 articles might mention me by name, but nothing quite like the sudden spur of attention I got when Cathal “accidentally” went public with our relationship. I tried to make it work after that. I had just spent 2 weeks being the face of a multi-year search for “the girl,” and then spending the next several months being the center of attention because I was a famous singer's partner. Not to mention, I also happened to be brushing shoulders with a world-champion driver and was the certified micromanager of a world-champion team principal.

But after the breakup, nothing for Cathal changed. I guess things for me didn’t change either. I kept the same exact life going. Maybe he figured since I hadn’t really had some sort of breakdown, quit my job, and moved continents, that I hadn’t moved on, and he gave himself permission to keep going on and on. But I have changed. I have moved on. Cathal only remains relevant in my life because he forces himself to be. I can’t allow myself to give him what he wants by obsessing over the news articles. Nothing will change for now, at least until Cathal is turned around at the gates tomorrow morning.

Instead of torturing myself, I called Jeffrey back.

“What time is it there?” He answered instead of a hello.

“Not even 10pm, calm down,” I explained.

“Well, have you seen the news?”

“Obviously, I’ve seen the news, Jeffrey.”

“Sorry, sorry then. Have you heard the song? It’s fucking amazing. He manages to sound like a misogynist, a lemon, and a weasel all at once,” Jeffrey laughed.

“No, Bono told me to avoid it.”

“Bono? Like, Peter Bonnington? You’re friends with Bono?” Jeffrey asked, sounding so very impassioned that it began to feel like he didn’t believe me.

“Yes, Peter Bonnington. And yes we’re friends. He’s practically my work husband.”

“I thought your work husband was Toto,” Jeffrey cackled, evilly.

“Very funny. Listen, I called you back not to be your court jester. I called you back because I need your help.”

“Oh, you finally admit it, yeah?”

“Jeffrey. I will cut you out right now.”

“Alright, alright. You did sign a contract though.”

“Jeffrey!”

“Fine, Arabella. I’m listening.”

I took a deep breath. “I need to do something. This time Cathal took it too far,” I explained.

“You don’t even know how far though, Arabella. Not without listening to the song,” Jeffrey groaned. “Before you do anything, you need to understand the full scope.”

“I’m not listening to it.”

“Fine, don’t. Let me explain it to you at least.”

“No quotes.”

“No quotes, got it. Alright, get in your head for me the song Creep by Radiohead. It’s not quite a cover, probably to avoid any copyright issues with him writing a freakish song, but it’s similar enough for you to imagine. Then, he must say ‘bitch,’ 40 times. Basically, the whole argument in the lyrics is a woman who tries to appear incredibly nice but is trying to keep some sort of hidden motive under wraps. That motive? An obsession over a celebrity that she constantly stalks. But instead of her calling herself a bitch, it’s the celebrity calling her a bitch. The funniest part about all of it though, is that he is obsessing over you.”

“Is that quite as funny as you think it is?”

“Oh…yeah, I guess not. I guess…it’s just creepy.”

“No, it’s hilarious,” I laughed. “He just seems like an idiot, doesn’t he?”

“More like a stalker who completely misunderstood the appeal of Creep. Absolute nonsense.”

“Well, what do you think I should do about it?”

“Honestly, you could just write an extremely short tweet and it would probably destroy the European internet. This man competed in Eurovision with a song about you.”

“Yeah, and didn’t even qualify,” I mumbled. “Anyway, no. I want something serious.”

“Well, then, write a statement. I’ve got a friend at The Guardian. It’ll be published in 20 minutes.”

“You’re bullshitting me,” I replied, starting to mess with the skin on my fingers. An unfortunate hold over from my more anxious days.

“Not at all. He’s an editor for the essays column. If you write it well, we can get it published. But I’d wait until the morning at least to see what happens when he comes through the paddock.”

“He won’t be coming through the paddock. FIA issued a temporary ban. He’ll be turned around at the gate,” I explained. I could hear Jeffrey tap his fingers, and I waited for his response.

“Write the essay tonight. Get it to me in the morning. Just remember, I’m 3 hours behind. You have to send it before 6am there, so I can make any necessary edits,” Jeffrey ordered me.

“Hold on, hold on! What do I even write about?” I asked. I picked my fingers faster.

“You know what to write about. Send me a cute headshot for the article too, and any pictures you might have of the two of you together,” Jeffrey continued.

“No, no I do not. I am an assistant, not a writer.”

“Oh hush. Give me everything, I’ll take out anything that needs to be gone.”

I took a deep breath. “Alright.”

“Alright, go on and write! Talk to you in the morning.” Jeffrey hung up. I sat staring at my phone for a few seconds before jumping up and grabbing my laptop. There was no time to hesitate. I sat my fingers on the keys and began to write.

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” Cathal smiled, as he threw down an envelope onto the couch.

“What is it?” I asked, barely looking up from my computer. He picked the envelope back up and placed it in my hands.

“Sundae, don’t touch my laptop,” I sighed, setting my computer off to the side. Sundae immediately began typing on it. I couldn’t shoo her away. It was too cute. I opened up the folder he gave me and there sat a whole bunch of pamphlets.

“Uhhh,” I began filtering through them, just picking up on little details here and there.

“I booked us a resort in Morocco! We can visit your family!” Cathal cheered. I looked at him. I could feel my eyes nearly bulging out of my skull. I tried to tone down my expression, but my face was fighting my brain.

“So we can do what?” I asked. I couldn’t have possibly heard that right.

“Oh no. Did I mess up? To visit your family,” Cathal remarked, quickly sitting down next to me. This sent Sundae right to his lap.

“No, no. You didn’t mess up. Not a mess up. Not one at all. I just wasn’t expecting it,” I smiled.

“Oh, good. It's during the winter break. Ramadan is then, right?” Cathal asked.

“Ramadan is in May this year,” I explained.

“I thought it was a winter holiday?” Cathal questioned.

“It’s a Lunar calendar. It was in January in the 90s or something.”

“It can’t be a Lunar calendar. Don’t Jewish people have one too? Chanukkah is always around the same time.”

“They have leap months,” I explained.

“Oh…sorry. Well, when will it be during the winter break again?”

“Like…10 years or something?”

“Well...hold on...actually, I don’t know if I can reschedule it out that far.”

“I actually think visiting during Ramadan would be the worst possible time considering I’m not religious,” I explained.

“Oh, then good!” Cathal smiled. Yeah. Awesome. I can’t wait.

“This was really nice of you. I’m so excited to visit them.”

“Great! Yeah. Maybe we can make it an annual thing.”

“Let’s not. I mean…I’m just not close to them. I’m happy to visit my parents in the Netherlands, though.”

“I thought you were super close to them. You visited them every year, didn’t you?”

“As a kid I did. It’ll be good to see them though. Don’t worry. I’m really excited,” I beamed.

“Good. Quit scaring me though. You’re making me worried I did something wrong.”

“Sorry.”

I kept writing, and starting over. I’d write the whole thing, and start it over again. There was no way I’d be happy with it though. Every edit and every change only made me more frustrated. I do know that it’s time I finally put this to rest. So as I desperately searched for the words to say that in a way that would make sense, I kept writing. I wasn’t thinking about what I was writing, just the words I wanted to use somewhere, at some point. By the time I looked down, I had it. 3am. A whole 3 hours early. I sent it over to Jeffrey. My phone buzzed just a few seconds later.

Jeffrey: I’m looking it over now. Passes the smell check though. Go to bed.

No way he read it that fast. I stared at his text and started to think of a snarky reply to his order, but he was right. I didn’t have much time to get a lot of sleep. I would have to smush 8 or so hours into only 3. I shoved my face into the pillow, trying to force the sleep to come. Instead, I think I just suffocated myself until my brain was deprived of enough oxygen for me to be knocked out.

It worked though. I woke up just 3 hours later, and rediscovered what I already knew. You cannot possibly smush 8 hours of sleep into 3. I decided to spend most of my morning routine trying to get rid of any signs of sleep deprivation on my face, and thought I did a pretty good job. I stepped out of my room and knocked on Toto’s door.

“Coming,” I heard him call. He swung the door open, and there he stood in the process of buttoning up his shirt.

“Oh, how did you sleep?” He asked, turning his head as he looked at me.

“Shit, do I look tired?” I asked, trying to adjust my hair as best possible.

“It’s a common greeting in the morning, is it not? You look fine,” Toto smiled. He took his hand through his hair and stepped to grab his bag. I caught the door with my foot. “But you must be tired if you thought that was the implication, yeah?”

“I think I sort of…forced myself to go to sleep somehow. I don’t feel too tired though.”

“That’s a lie,” Toto smirked.

“Yeah, that was a lie,” I sighed.

“Alright. Let’s go. First day of the season. First day of the season!” Toto cheered.

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