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Call Me Babydoll 5

PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Patrick stays in your mind even after the disastrous Dorsia incident. Like a song you can't get out of your head, he continues to hum his sultry and sensual words and ways into your ears and heart. When he arrives unexpectedly with a surprise guest, he cannot deny that he is attracted to you. But is this even real?

CONTAINS: Angst, smut, masturbation (f), obsessive behavior, cursing and use of pet names, smoking, gaslighting & manipulation, humiliation & hyperfixation, Daddy kink, making out, marking, biting.

WORDS: 3.5k

A/N: Sorry to make you wait so long, I hope to get in shape soon and post more often!🥰

LINKS: [Ch.4]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST]

Your mind was a complete mess, your heart nothing but glass dust. The echoes of your private conversation with Patrick on the outdoor terrace of Dorsia still lingered in your mind even after you returned home, though you couldn't remember how you made it since you had declined Bateman's offer to take you to your house.

The first thing you noticed when you crossed the threshold of your home was a strong, sweet scent of flowers. It was a familiar perfume that you already hated.

"Y/n? I thought you were already asleep in your room," and there she was - your father's girlfriend named Sophia, meeting you in the hall, smiling mischievously as she caught you doing something criminal. "Where have you been?"

Sophia was a middle-aged woman with Greek roots, she was really a nice person, always so kind and friendly to you, and most importantly - she never tried to replace your mother, for which you were very grateful.

"I had dinner," you replied tiredly as you took off your coat. "Not a good one."

"Ouch…" She gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before continuing. "Don't be sad, honey. You're an incredible person and I'm sure that one day you'll meet the right person." Sophia cheered this, smiling as if her words were a prediction of the future. "With whom you will feel that everything is in the right place."

Sighing, you tried to master something close to a smile. "Thank you, Soph." As much as you wanted to share your worries with her, you couldn't because she could tell your father everything. "I'm so exhausted I could fall asleep right here."

"Go rest," she mused, watching you go upstairs. "Tomorrow your father and I are going to visit my family."

"Good luck with that." You replied before disappearing from her vision.

It was obvious that you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, thanks to the endless thoughts that looped in your head like a broken record.

Why did you ever think that a man like Bateman could really take you seriously? You felt deceived, embarrassed and madly frustrated, because at the end of the day, Patrick was just playing with you like a toy, twisting you perfectly around his finger.

Fidgeting in your bed, you accidentally recalled the memories of the day he was here - you could still feel the remnants of his hypnotizing cologne as your sheets smelled of him. A lonely tear slid down your cheek, outlining the beautiful shape of your face - now so dull and dejected.

If only you could rewind time and not allow him to get close to you, not even for an inch. Sobbing, you curled up like a kitten, pressed your knees to your chest and tried to drift off, but every time you closed your eyes - his gorgeous face popped up in your mind, making you believe that he really had blessed you with a curse. A curse to be obsessed with the man who would never be yours.

It had been a week since you had seen Bateman, and somehow you had even managed to live through your depression and hide it from your father, although it was quite difficult due to his numerous questions about your sad face and bad mood. At work, some of your co-workers were also trying to figure out what was wrong with you, so you finally decided to take a few days off to relax and get your life back on track.

In the morning of one of those days, you suddenly found yourself writhing on the sheets, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. With an irritated groan, you threw the blanket aside, accidentally touching your painfully hard nipples.

Oh shit, not again.

Closing your eyes, you didn't even notice that you were dreaming about him for the third fucking time in a row. You let out a muffled gasp as your trembling hand snaked down your belly between your half-opened legs to the center of your desire.

It was just impossible to resist.

"Aww, Daddy," you moaned softly, imagining it was his hand caressing your taut folds. "Please...I need more..."

Embarrassed but absolutely horny, you spread your legs wider, letting your own digits slide along your dripping pussy, and kept picturing his beautiful face as he praised you for being such a good girl for him.

A loud gasp echoed through your room at the memory of his velvety, deep voice, playing in your head as if Bateman was really here, next to you, his hand wrapped tightly around your trembling throat as he wanted nothing more than to bring you to your climax, to see you collapse right before his dark hazel eyes.

"Mmhm, Patrick..." you frowned and shivered, your ministrations growing more impatient as you rubbed circling motions into your throbbing clit while feeling the impending orgasm building in your core. "Patrick, Patrick, please!"

To muffle your obscene moans, you had to bite the pillow next to you as you reached your climax, never stopping to massage your feverish nub.

'You are so naughty, Babydoll. Look at the mess you have made.'

The echo of his sexy voice resounded in your clouded mind, prolonging your intense orgasm and you couldn't help but cradle your breast, only to pinch your hard little tip as you craved more.

But unfortunately, after the haze of ecstasy wore off and you were finally able to think clearly, the bitter realization that it was all an illusion washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you completely broken. It felt as if you had put all your energy into getting that high, and now you could barely move, feeling satisfied yet devastated.

Over the next few hours, you showered several times and refused to leave your room, no matter how much your father and Sophia tried to convince you. Shame and despair were eating you alive from the inside out, draining all your positive emotions like parasites.

Whenever you tried to distract yourself by reading, you were annoyed by your mind tricks because every character's name starting with the letter P automatically became 'Patrick'.

You hated that man for infesting your mind, body, and soul. Before meeting Bateman, you even thought you were frigid, but now...now you were ready to climb on the walls from the consuming desire to be...possessed? Owned? Marked?

A loud knock at the door interrupted your train of thought and you barely stopped yourself from squeaking - all these days, since you started having nasty dreams with Patirck, you felt like you were doing something bad and someone from your household could catch you. Quickly you approached the door to your room and after unlocking it, you let your vision - which turned out to be your father - in.

"I thought you were taking a nap," he chuckled, but then his face changed when he saw your tired eyes. "Are you sure you're not sick, (y/n)?"

"I'm not sick, Dad," you rolled your eyes and crossed your hands over your chest, ready to be lectured again. "Did something happen? I was in the middle of proofreading."

Your father hummed, tilting his head to the side. "You took a few days off to work at home?"

Scowling with annoyance, you leaned against the door and mumbled: "It helps me relax and clear my head."

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that Patrick is here," you felt the ground disappear under your feet as he spoke. "He came to sign some papers and I thought you might like to join us in the living room. Soph made your favorite apple pie."

This information made your temples ache with tension, and you had to massage them to ease the stabbing pain. "Father, I... I'm not really in the mood for guests."

Especially when this guest was Patrick Bateman.

Your father just sighed and stepped back, which meant he wasn't going to try to convince you. Most of all, you hated to upset your family, even though you didn't want to see Bateman, not after the things that had happened to you during these long, crazy days.

"Okay, okay," you knew you would regret it, but now you didn't see any other option. "I'll be back soon."

With that, you closed the door, feeling the panic rising in your chest. It seemed that your father still thought that you were still on good terms with Patrick, since you had not told him anything about that damn dinner. Trying to pull yourself together, you quickly went to the mirror to freshen up a bit - the fact that you were worried about what Bateman would think of your appearance still bothered you, but there was nothing you could do about it.

Almost fifteen minutes later, you finally came downstairs, wearing a short black top and your favorite tight jeans, and no, you weren't trying to impress him - a little spice wouldn't hurt.

As you approached the living room, you began to hear a cacophony of different voices: your dad's, Sophia's, and another unfamiliar female voice that made you stop in confusion around the corner. Who was that?

"(Y/n), don't be shy, come here." Your father's comment made you frown and bite your lip in embarrassment as you felt like you were transferred back to your childhood.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the living room and immediately became the center of everyone's attention. Your eyes quickly found the owner of the unknown voice - a pretty blonde girl sitting next to Patrick with a small notebook in her elegant hands.

Another blonde, huh?

Putting on a friendly fake smile, you managed to hide your frustration and walked closer to the couch to take a seat next to your father, completely ignoring Bateman's intense gaze.

"Uh, this is Jean, Patrick's assistant," your father introduced the blonde girl to you, and she smiled shyly when you raised your eyes to her. "Jean, this is (y/n), my lovely daughter."

"Nice to meet you, (y/n)," Jean murmured and turned to look at Patrick, as if looking for his approval. When he said nothing, she continued. "Patrick has told me a lot about you."

"Really?" You replied skeptically, your hands already crossed over your chest as you desperately tried to keep your composure. "How nice."

Somehow your father managed to notice the growing tension between the two of you, and his little cough caught everyone's attention. "Sorry, my throat gets dry from time to time."

"No need to apologize, Mr. (y/l/n)," Bateman suddenly joined the conversation, causing you to almost jump in your seat. "How about your lovely daughter making us some drinks?" His white-toothed smile was blinding, but you did your best not to react to this provocation.

"Yeah, sure. I'll make them." You stood up quickly, seeing this as a great opportunity to escape.

"Let me help you!" Jean suddenly suggested.

"No no no, you don't have to!"

"Hey, let her help you," Patrick put forward and tapped Jean's knee several times, which you couldn't miss. "It's better not to refuse people's help, because we live in such a cruel world. You know what I mean, (y/n?)"

His smug wink at you made your hands clench into fists, but you decided not to argue with him and just stumbled out of the living room, hearing Jean's soft footsteps behind you.

In the kitchen, the two of you didn't try to strike up a conversation, feeling uncomfortable but not hostile. With casual confidence, you took out two glasses and three cups under the attentive gaze of Patrick's assistant.

"Whiskey for the boys and coffee for the girls," you hummed to yourself, finally glancing at Jean, who was standing shyly in the doorway. "Maybe you want something else?"

"No," she gasped when you asked her. "Coffee is fine."

"Good."

As the blonde woman watched you make the coffee, she came closer and looked around the kitchen. "'Your house is very cozy."

"Thank you," you gave her a warm smile and picked up a silver tray for the cups. "My mother used to love an atmosphere like this," your sudden confession made you stop everything for a moment and Jean noticed your tension. "She would be very touched by your compliment."

The sad undertone in your words made the woman pause and think about what to say next, and you used the moment to get additional things for the coffee, including sugar, cream and vanilla.

"I would only ask you to help me with this," you nodded at the nearly full tray. "And I'll take glasses and a bottle."

"Okay," Jean picked up some napkins before taking a deep breath. "Patrick was right when he said you were a lovely girl."

Frowning, you almost spilled the last cup of coffee when you heard those words. "Uh, I don't understand why you were talking about me at all."

"Well, we talked about you when I made the reservation for your dinner in Dorsia."

An awkward silence hung in the air for some time before you managed to pull yourself together and place all the cups on the shimmering tray. "Mmhm-yeah, that dinner was something, I have to admit," you let out a nervous chuckle, not wanting to remember the events of that evening. "Do you like him?"

"W-what?" Jean blushed almost instantly, her beautiful blue eyes averted from your curious gaze and she had to fix her stray lock of hair behind her ear. "He's my boss, and I like working with him."

"Is he a good boss?"

"Yes, he is."

Satisfied with her answer, you crossed your arms and grinned. "Glad to hear it, I mean seriously," you watched her bat her long eyelashes as you moved the tray over to her. "I think you two look great together."

Exhaling, Jean took the tray and giggled sheepishly. "What makes you think that anyway?"

"I just noticed the way he looks at you," you replied frankly, picking up the glasses. "Thanks for the help. Now I have to get a drink for the boys."

With that, you cast your most sincere smile before retreating from the kitchen, and once you were out in the hall, your face became blank and dull. The things you just said - were they just some kind of masochism? You kept asking yourself as you walked to your father's office, where he kept his favorite drinks that he only served to special guests.

Carefully, with cat-like grace, you touched a doorknob when you noticed that the door was half open. Concerned, you quickly turned around and when you saw no one, you quickly opened it and stepped inside, only to freeze in shock and it was a fucking miracle that you didn't let the glasses fall down on the floor.

Bateman was standing with his back to you, so at first you hoped he wouldn't notice, but as soon as you turned on your heels, the man spun around and the sight of you made him smile mischievously and absolutely charmingly.

"Wrong door?" Patrick chuckled and shifted his position so that you could now see him holding a bottle and a lit cigar in the other hand.

"You can't smoke in my house," you said in an irritated voice. "I'm serious."

"Oh, stop it," his mocking chuckle echoed in your ears, annoying you more and more. "Your father gave me permission. Besides, he told me he had a bottle of J&B, so I decided to take it myself, since you two were very slow."

Having said that, the man puffed on his cigar and blew several rings of smoke, causing you to cover your mouth as you started to cough. The sheer arrogance he radiated was poisonous and somehow suffocating, it was like a tight rope around your neck, no snuff could affect you like that.

"Why did you send Jean with me?"

"And why didn't you answer my calls?" Bateman interjected sternly, closing the distance between the two of you.

The sudden question made you lose your balance for a second. "Calls? What calls? I... I don't even understand what you're talking about."

With a cheeky grin, Patrick took a drag on his cigar and blew right into your face. "Hmmm, let me remember," he leaned against the door and cocked his head to the side. "The one right after dinner, and the one the next day, and the one two days after that."

It was strange, because all these days no one had ever told you about Patrick's calls, and you thought that if he had really made them, your father would definitely have told you, since he wanted you two to get along so much.

"All right, let's pretend that you really did call me, but I can't understand why?"

"You seemed very upset after dinner," the man strove to parry your provocative question, though his eyes glowed with the thrill of the challenge you were giving him. "I just wanted to check on you, since your old man is worried about you too much, and... I didn't need any trouble to close the deal."

Another disappointment.

"Business above all, huh?" No matter how hard you tried to hide the pain, your voice still sounded somber.

"Shhh," his sudden touch on your lower lip caused something heavy to fall in your stomach. "Don't be like that, Babydoll. I'm just doing my job."

"Even now?" You taunted him blatantly, though your panting could be clearly heard in the room.

The sexual tension between the two of you was palpable in the air, but you both remained still, even when Bateman approached your neck to inhale your sweet scent, mixing it with the sharp smell of snuff.

What the hell were you doing?

When Bateman pulled away to place the bottle on the nearby bookshelf, he grabbed the glasses you were holding so desperately that your fingers began to curl. Then the man squeezed the cigar between his white teeth and, with practiced ease, picked you up and carried you to your father's desk. As he set you down on the wooden tabletop, he didn't let you protest, pressing his large palm over your mouth.

"Now, now, little girl," he cooed, exhaling smoke before pulling you a little closer. "C'mere, I'm going to show you something."

Carefully but determinedly, Patrick grabbed your chin and drew you closer so that your mouths were barely an inch apart. Pressing his thumb along your lips, the man forced you to part them, and in the next moment, he blew some smoke into your mouth before sealing it with his own. Intoxicated by both the smoke and Patrick's sudden intrusion, your hands clutched desperately at his broad shoulders, cramping the expensive fabric of his pinstriped suit. After all these days of desperate need for his touch, this kiss was like a sip of water in the desert; it was vital and overwhelming. With every breath you took, Bateman's movements became bolder, less tentative and more demanding; his warm hand slipped under your short top to caress your shoulder blades with feathery strokes that almost drove you to moan against his lips, but you struggled to stop yourself.

"Patrick," you gasped after breaking the kiss. "What the hell are we doing?

"You tell me, Babydoll."

"No, because it was you who told me you didn't want to be a babysitter. Did you forget?"

When you tried to slide off the desk, he wouldn't let you, pressing you closer to his strong body and finally putting his cigar in the ashtray not far from where he was holding you. "I always remember my own words…" With that, he placed both his hands on either side of your knees before moving them slowly up along your hips and God, Bateman was doing it so damn slow on purpose, forcing you to jolt from the strange tension in your lower belly - the feeling that had become your personal drug. "Oh, don't pretend you don't like it. Your body speaks for itself."

You tried to pull away from him as you couldn't stand the way his hazel eyes were stripping you down, but the more you struggled, the more Patrick grew impatient, so he just yanked roughly by your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back and expose your delicate neck, which Patrick didn't miss the chance to mark, biting your tender flesh and then sucking the mark with a muffled groan.

There was something feral about him and that 'something' was making your body respond to his every touch, every little contact.

Nuzzling your cheek, Bateman lowered one of his hands to your bare stomach, drawing invisible lines along it before suddenly cupping your throbbing pussy through the tight material of your jeans, making you squeal and shake on the desk.

Just as Patrick was about to kiss you again, you both noticed a commotion coming from behind the door and then realized it was your father, you both didn't even have a chance to move as the door was quickly opened, revealing a very compromising picture.

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leohamatoblog · 2 months

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What They Text You: Applies to any...cause they're all a bunch of dorky teens and i dont care what anyone says.

Leo:

• look at my new plant

• would you like to have tea tomorrow?

• you look so pretty 😍 leo you cant see me and? i bet you do

• am i really an old man???? 😭😭😭

• be honest, do you think raph can beat me in an arm wrestle? if you dont answer in 5 minutes, i will assume it's yes and i will prove you wrong.

• good morning honey. have a wonderful day today! ❤️

• are you still mad at me...? LEO YOU SET MY MICROWAVE ON FIRE. so is that a yes?

• have you eaten yet? you need to eat...and drink something other than (your favorite drink)

• i got benched because i can't stop throwing up. i'm fine! leo...you threw up blood literally 10 minutes ago. it was only a little 🙄

• i'm in desperate need of a kiss right now.

• check out my new katanas

• remember that i love you 🥰🥰❤️

• for the last time, i wont download tik tok. you know how bad i hyperfixate 😠

• stop playing candy crush and pay attention to me

• keep it up and you won't get the knots worked out of your shoulders.

• mikey just called me a boomer...i feel like i should be offended. you are a boomer. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

• y/n, i love you, but for the love of god, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCKS.

• *drunk* im in a relationship why do i have your name as my love cause my girl/boyfriend/partner will definitely not like that and i dont know who you are but they will kick your ass and i dont even feel sorry cause you arent love leo...you're drunk. NO IM TAKEN

• call me cause i would like to hear about your day and i miss you

• i love you my love ❤️

Raph:

• come watch me bench im bored

• can you please come get mikey before i hit him?

• wear that giant sweatshirt to our date. ya look adorable in it

• why did you ask donnie to help you with your homework?? um...cause it's about neurons and receptors in the brain. i could've helped with google! 😒

• YOU NEED TO COME KILL THIS COCKROACH RIGHT NOW.

• hey babe. how was your day? ❤️

• have i ever told you how beautiful you are? what did you do. nothing...? i just think you're beautiful. raphael. fine..i broke casey's nose. AGAIN!?!

• i'm so tired...wanna come nap with me?

• facetime me so i can show you this cool trick spike can do

• remember how i said i was going to be more level headed? well donnie's new robot almost broke my arm and it's no more. you lasted 1 day more than the last time.

• *you sent a selfie* yeahhhh that's my baby 😍😍

• eat or im fighting you.

• jokes on you ive always been completely unhinged and it's bold of you to think i cant be worse.

• im sick. can you bring me some soup? 😣

• i miss you like a lot and i hate when you're gone

• i love you a whole lot 😘

• im just gonna start carrying you everywhere if you dont stop tripping over NOTHING. im just gonna trip harder. Y/N NO.

• mikey said we're his parents just an fyi. he's always been my son

• i made waffles. you better come eat some

• damn babe you're fine 🤤

Donnie:

• no i wont do your homework for you

• tell shelldon to stop talking back to me before i ground him for eternity

• im in a house of IDIOTS. technically it's a lair. not now y/n.

• you look like a pile of swans in that sweater 🥰

• i can't sleep. wanna play online scrabble?

• sweetie you need to eat more than a bag of gummy worms and a bag of doritos

• you need to come sit with me while i work because i need an extra set of eyes. you just miss me 😏 don't start.

• don't call a plumber! i know how to fix the sink. i got this 😎 donnie the pipe exploded the last time you "had" this.

• *you sent a selfie* you look nice

• im gonna blow up. a person, a thing, a place, all of the above? yes.

• you need to drink straight broth, it'll help soothe your stomach ache

• im dying. you have a cold.

• i love you but please stop trying to assemble ikea furniture on your own.

• good luck on your exams/work project! 😘

• TELL RAPH TO STOP PICKING ME UP TO MOVE ME.

• leo just called me an asparagus. i didn't know how to respond so his phone will self destuct in 5 minutes. DONNIE.

• you're so pretty 🥺

• i made you something and you have to come get it right now. im literally about to have my wisdom teeth out. reschedule it

• listen to the playlist i made you or else im disabling your pirated tv show service

• thanks for listening to me 💜

Mikey:

• babe come snuggle with me

• i made you brownies so come eat them with me while we watch crognard

• i haven't seen you in so long 😭 you saw me this morning. BUT THAT WAS HOURS AGO

• angelcakessssss i love you

• look at this cat video i found

• FACETIME ME THERES A PUPPY

• are you awake? mikey it's 3 am. good, so would you still love me if i was a worm? go to sleep.

• i bet you look like a cuddly bear today 🥰

• im so hungry. can you bring me ice cream?

• raph wont stop being mean to me. can you beat him up? cause a (your height) tall human can beat a 6ft turtle's ass 😑 i believe in you.

• im coming over with my new call of duty game and we're having a game a thon!

• i found a cat. mikey no. his name is gerald. MIKEY WE ALREADY HAVE 10 OF THEM. HALF ARE NAMED GERALD.

• i made you a mixtape i cant wait for you to hear it

• how mad would you be if i crashed the shell razor in a derby and broke my arm? very. then i did not do that.

• im sick. come help me feel better 😭

• call me cause april just told me something about casey that's wild

• i found this cool rock that i think you'll like

• it's so cool i can date you. you're for real the coolest. you broke my coffee table again didn't you? no...maybe.

• im bringing you lunch cause my baby needs to eat!

• this song reminds me of you 💕

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt ask blog #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #ask blog #tmnt 2003 #tmnt headcanons

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burntheedges · 5 days

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Maintenance Request Chapter 22

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 2k

chapter summary: checking in with Joel 🥰

a/n: chapter 22 is here! we have chapter 23 next week and then the epilogue. keep an eye out on Tuesday or Wednesday next week for something fun 👀 I'll tag everyone on the tag list. 🧡 and thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕

chapter tags/warnings: flirting, pet names (darlin’, baby, honey), annoying coworkers

Chapter 22

Thursday, December 5 Fifteenth week of the semester

Sometimes Joel couldn’t believe his luck. Not only had he convinced you to talk to him – and gotten past all of the mishaps, misunderstandings, and ridiculous interruptions – but you’d agreed to date him. To be his. Most days it had him walking just a bit taller, shoulders just a bit straighter. He looked like a man who loved his life, and he knew it. (He’d gotten more than his fair share of teasing for it, around his office and at home. And Tess was a menace.)

On this particular day, he was walking to your office to meet you and take you to lunch to celebrate finally reaching the last week of classes. He wondered if the people he walked past could feel the good mood radiating off of him, but shrugged. He was in a good mood, after all. Just last week you and Ellie had joined him and Sarah and Tommy for Thanksgiving in the afternoon, since Ellie’s mom had been at work, and it had gone better than he could have ever imagined. You just fit – in his house, in his life. Ellie and Sarah got along like a house on fire (which was a little worrying, to be honest – those two were going to get up to some mischief, he just knew it). As he’d watched you get into your car around dinner time, off to have a second meal with your sister, he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like if you didn’t have to go. If you didn’t have to leave his house in order to go home. If home was right there. With him.

He’d already started trying to calculate when he might be able to ask you to move in without scaring you off. (He’d decided on the end of spring semester. That was enough time right? Four months? Sure. Had to be.)

(If he could wait that long.)

As Joel entered your building, he felt himself start to smile, unable to stop it from taking over his face. Just because he was about to see you again. He was already looking forward to the weekend after next, when finals would be done and you would be done grading. When you would be all his.

He was about to turn the corner to head down the hall to your office when he realized he could hear your voice coming from the hallway, apparently talking to someone. He slowed, trying to figure out if it was a student and if he should wait out of sight for a moment. But then he realized how tense your voice sounded as you asked what the other person wanted. When they responded, Joel started to frown and crossed his arms, leaning up against the wall where neither of you could see him.

“Well, since it seems like you’ll be joining the course committee in the spring, I think we should meet to talk about it more.” Trevor’s voice was unpleasant, as always, but something in his tone made Joel frown even harder than usual. Even though he wanted to laugh, remembering how you’d told him Trevor had been taken off the committee, but didn’t know it yet. You were actually meant to be Trevor’s replacement.

“Trevor, I don’t think that’s nec–” Joel could almost picture you trying to keep yourself from rolling your eyes and this time, he did smile.

Trevor interrupted you. Of course. “No, it really is necessary. You could learn a lot from me, you know, I’ve been on the committee for two years.” Joel tried not to laugh at the absurdity of that suggestion.

“That’s ok, Trevor. I–”

He cut you off. Again. Joel frowned, listening carefully. “You know, you really do need to start pulling your weight around here. If you do want tenure. Some things are more important than teaching, you know. It’s nice and all that the students like you, but that’s not what really matters.” Trevor sounded so haughty as he said it that Joel’s hands clenched into fists without his conscious input.

“Trevor, I’ve already talked about everything with Claire, and she’s happy with me, so I don’t know what you mean by that.” Your tone had gone ice cold and it made Joel smirk, darkly approving. You tell him, baby.

Trevor cleared his throat and Joel knew he was probably squirming under your clear disregard. He could almost picture it. “Well. If you ask me, you need to learn more about the politics of surviving in this department and at this school. We really should set up a meeting. I know what’s really going on in this department, you know. If you want to be in-the-know.” It sounded like Trevor was clinging to his haughty tone with both hands, barely able to keep it up.

You sighed, loud enough for Joel to hear it from his hiding place. He smirked again. “Look, Trevor, I really am going to be too busy until after finals, and then it’s the break, I–”

He cut you off again and Joel shifted his weight, annoyed. “Well then we should meet at a different time. You know, it would probably be best to talk over dinner? I–” Joel heard the suggestion but not the rest of his sentence – there was a sudden roaring sound in his ears that took over and urged him forward around the corner before he even realized he was moving.

Turning the corner, he took in the situation: you, with your back to him, arms crossed in front of you as if to ward Trevor away. Your shoulders looked tense and he could tell even without seeing your face that you were desperate to escape this conversation.

Trevor, on the other hand, looked almost like he was aiming for predatory, but his demeanor couldn’t quite manage it. He was angled towards you and attempting some sort of one-handed lean against the wall to your left, staring you down. He didn’t look away as Joel came around the corner.

Joel noticed all of this without stopping his forward motion and kept walking until he was right behind you. He wrapped his right arm snugly around your waist as he stepped up next to you. He watched as your shoulders relaxed when he touched you and smirked, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Hey, darlin’, you ready for lunch?” He interrupted whatever Trevor had been about to say without an ounce of regret.

Out of the corner of his eye Joel watched as Trevor suddenly stood up ramrod straight, eyes utterly disbelieving as he swiveled his gaze back and forth between the two of you.

“You– what– that’s not! I–” Trevor actually sputtered. It was very gratifying. Joel squeezed your waist and smiled, wide and disingenuous.

“Oh! Hello there, professor. Didn’t see you there.” The other man eyed him distrustfully, which Joel supposed was fair.

“Um–” Trevor started to reply, but you cut him off.

“Hi Joel, yes, let me just put my bag down.” You moved to finally step past Trevor towards your office, but suddenly the other man’s arm shot out in front of you, keeping you from leaving. He wasn’t touching you, but only because Joel had kept his grip on your hip and pulled you back a a step. You stared at Trevor quizzically, obviously surprised that he wasn’t letting you leave. “Trevor, what is it?”

“You can’t!” Trevor looked incensed, suddenly. “Um, you can’t date other employees?” He said it like a question, like he was scrambling for an excuse to keep you there.

Joel thought this sounded a bit rich from a man who’d been about to ask Joel’s girlfriend on a (very unwelcome) date. He was opening his mouth to say so when he heard Claire’s voice come from behind Trevor.

“Trevor, that’s not a rule.” She sounded exhausted and spoke with a cadence that made it clear this was a sentence she had said so many times it had its own specific rhythm. “I need to talk to you anyway, it’s convenient to find you here. Come with me to my office.”

She walked right past the three of you with a nod to you and Joel. Trevor gaped after her, mouth wide open.

“But! But she–” he sputtered, but Claire cut him off.

“Now, Trevor.” He scurried after her, head down, face red.

Joel turned to you and smiled. You looked shocked, and laughed incredulously as you watched Trevor round the corner.

“Am I imagining things, or was he about to ask me out? In like, the most condescending way possible?”

Joel started herding you towards your office with his hand on your lower back before he responded. “Pretty sure he was, yeah. Before I interrupted.”

“And thank god for that,” you scoffed. “Why on earth does he want to go out with me? He hates me!”

Joel smiled and shook his head. “Seems likely he thinks that’s flirting.”

The look of utter disgust on your face was very gratifying. Joel stood a little taller in satisfaction.

“Flirting?! He’s horrible to me, all the time. He just told me he thinks teaching isn’t important and was judging me for thinking it is! Just now!” You entered your office and threw yourself into one of your arm chairs. “God, he’s such a prick.”

Joel laughed. “Come on, honey, let’s get to lunch.” You rubbed your hands over your face, but nodded.

“I have to tell Beth about this,” you muttered as you stood and stretched. “She’ll never believe it.”

Joel let his hand come up to rest on your lower back again as you headed back down the hallway towards the doors at the front of the building, and he let himself feel smug when he felt the muscles in your back relax under his touch.

…

Joel (3:42 PM): You know that professor in her department that everybody hates?

Tess (3:45 PM): the British Lit Prick? yes. and yes everyone does hate him.

Joel (3:46 PM): He tried to ask her out today.

Tess (3:47 PM): 🤣and she turned him down, of course (3:47 PM): please tell me she was mean about it

Joel (3:48 PM): It didn’t even get that far, Claire interrupted. But she looked horrified. (3:49 PM): I walked up just in time to make it clear she was taken, anyway.

Tess (3:50 PM): as she should, he’s a horror (3:51 PM): damn. how big is your ego right now

Joel (3:52 PM): No idea what you mean.

Tess (3:54 PM): sure, Joel (3:55 PM): don’t run into any doors with that big head

Joel (3:57 PM): 🙄

Tess (3:58 PM): at least you can fix it afterwards if you do

Joel (4:00 PM): See if I help you with the crickets, next time.

…

Beth (4:17 PM): nice work with the showing off and being scary in front of Trevor

Joel (4:18 PM): Did she say that?

Beth (4:19 PM): she told me you walked up just in time to stake your claim

Joel (4:20 PM): Damn right I did.

Beth (4:21 PM): 😂well, good job (4:21 PM): wish I could have seen his face (4:22 PM): god that guy is such a prick. I did wonder if this was a gross flirting situation but I was afraid to make it real by saying it out loud

Joel (4:23 PM): He turned a very bright shade of red. (4:23 PM): Now that I know, it’s obvious. I’m surprised it took him so long. (4:24 PM): Apparently they hate him all the way over in the chemistry department.

Beth (4:25 PM): that is the least surprising thing I’ve heard today (4:26 PM): he used to go to the faculty senate meetings and act like his normal charming self. I’m sure at this point it’s everyone on campus

Joel (4:28 PM): I see how he earned his nickname.

Beth (4:29 PM): I might have heard a student use it the other day 👀

Joel (4:31 PM): If the students have it, it’s over. (4:32 PM): Bet it’ll end up on rate my professor and he’ll have a meltdown.

Beth (4:32 PM): it’s what he deserves

...

a/n: everyone hates Trevor 🤷🏻‍♀️ he may or may not be based on a real person 👀

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sachiko1309 · 7 months

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Daddy's girl

Summary: Carlisle just taking care of his little girl, while they are chaperoning a school trip

This is part of a story I write on Wattpad, as I am conviced this man needs more attention. Its called "Save Haven - Carlise Cullen". Feel free to hop over, my account name is in my description. 🥰

Word count: 3667

Warnings: period sex, daddy kink (sorry, it got the best of me 😏), praise kink, description of blood, general warning for the vampire daddy himself

Minors DNI! This contains adult content

It had been a draining day. Misses Harrison insisted on going the whole hike she planned out even though it was raining all morning. When we came back, I was drenched to the bones, shaking like a dry leave in the wind. And to all abundance, my period decided to come a few days early. So, I was fighting the whole hike against the cold, while my stomach tried to kill me. Back in the cabin, I let Bella hop into the shower first, because she looked even worse than I did. The Cullens were finished with changing their clothes so fast, I didn’t even realize they left.

When it was my turn, I pealed myself out of the wet clothes, groaning at the pain shooting through me. All I wanted was to crawl in my bed and forget the world even existed. Luckily, Carlisle was able to talk Misses Harrison out of her collective plan for the evening, convincing her smaller house groups could would be easier to be kept entertained during the shitty weather. After a hot shower I changed into fresh clothes, wrapping my up in one of Carlisles sweaters I stole from him for the trip. I looked like I drowned inside his way to big clothes, but right now I only cared about them being exceptionally warm.

Leaving the room, I ran into the Cullen kids and Bella sitting on the sofa. Jasper tensing up as soon as I stepped into the living room. He had been avoiding me like the plague all day, and it wasn’t until now, that it hit me. My period. He could smell my blood. “We all can.” Edward answered. “Good luck with Carlisle though.” He chuckled turning back to play with Bellas hair who was in a deep conversation with Alice. I scrunched my nose at his mysterious words, but shrugged it off, entering Carlisle and my bedroom.

As soon as I entered, I understood, what Edward meant. Carlisle was sitting on his bed and when his eyes landed on mine, he let out a low growl. His nostrils flaring, while his body tensed up. Instinctively, I stepped towards him: “Whats wrong, honey?” But he raised his hand, stopping me from approaching any further: “Don’t come any closer. Your smell… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Is it because I am on my period?” I asked, stepping back towards the door. He groaned at my words, leaning back on the bed. “Yes. I thought I could handle it, but its worse than I’d like to admit.”

“But you are not affected by human blood.” I said, not fully understanding what he meant.

“That’s not entirely true. Other humans blood doesn’t affect me. Yours on the other hand is another story. Like Bella to Edward you are my singer. The one human whos blood is more appealing than normal. And if I wouldn’t be abstinent for such a long time…” He let the end of his sentence hang in the air.

Sucking in a deep breath, I grasped for the door handle: “I will leave you alone then. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” But I wasn’t even able to fully open the door, when he was behind me, shutting the door with such force, I was surprise he didn’t break it. “No!” He growled. “Not when Jasper is around. Not when you smell this good.” His hands were on each side of my head, caging me in between the door and his tall frame. My heart beat so fast in my chest, that my head started to spin. Carlisle dipped down his head, starting to kiss my neck up and down, growling deeply the whole time. Him being this close made me tense up, but he didn’t seem to notice, grabbing me by my waist, pushing me into the corner of the room. I tried to force him back, but he didn’t even react to my hands pushing him away.

“Carlisle stop.” I whispered, my voice shaky and fearful. He didn’t listen, so I tried again: “Carlisle, you scare me.” Those words seemed to snap him out of his frenzy, because as soon as I said it, he jumped back, cowering in the opposite corner of the room. “Aubrey, I am sorry. So sorry. Please forgive me. I couldn’t…” He stopped, looking away from me. My eyes went soft, as soon as I saw how much he struggled with it. “Don’t worry, Carlisle. I trust you.” My words didn’t seem to help him one bit. Raging up he looked at me with angry eyes. “No, Aubrey. I could have easily killed you, or gone against your wishes. You don’t understand. I am a monster!”

“But you didn’t.” I answered calmly. “You stopped when I asked you to. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Everyone makes mistakes…”

“Yeah, but mine get you killed. I should leave.” He got up from his crouched position, but I moved in front of the door, blocking him from leaving. “Get out of the way, Aubrey.” He growled, but I shook my head. “I am not going anywhere. You either tell me how I can help you, or I am not moving.”

Carlisle squinted his eyes. “I could easily move you out of the way.”

“Then do it.” I challenged him, tilting up my chin. “Move me out of the way. Show me what a coldhearted monster you are, that doesn’t care for my feelings.”

He roared in anger and it took everything in me not to run away from him. Because right now he really did look like a vampire. The way his black eyes hungrily scanned me, his whole body shaking in anger and frustration. The way he clenched his jaw to fight for control. But he didn’t touch me, or force me away from the door. One last deep growl later he sank down on his bed, collapsing in himself.

I took that as my cue to sit down next to him, grabbing his hand and leading it to my face. “I love you, Carlisle. Much more than I can tell you. Please tell me, how I can help you.” He took a deep breath, the expression on his face growing softer. “There is not much you can do. I just wasn’t prepared for you to get your period. I expected it when we where back home so you in this small room, smelling so appealing… It just got the best of me.”

“So, you don’t want to kill me anymore?” I joked, tilting my head in his hand. He chuckled, softly caressing my cheek. “Not more than usual.” Suddenly he maneuvered me on the bed, until he was leaning on top of me. “You do however look very cute, wearing my clothes.”

I could feel the tension in the room suddenly shift from strained to sexual.

Carlisle had me now pinned underneath him, planting soft little kisses on my neck and face. “Just cute?” I asked, audibly out of breath by his actions. He hummed into my ear. “Actually no. You look fucking ravishing.” It was a rare occurrence for him to cuss, but whenever he did, he used it in the most sensual way possible. “I wanna fuck you.” His statement caught me off guard, making me stutter in surprise: “I am on my period. And you nearly lost it minutes ago.”

Nestling with my sweatpants and my hoodie, he grinned down at me. “Sex has been proven to help with the cramping and the pain.” I didn’t resist him taking off my clothes, relishing in this intimate and dirty moment he was creating. “So, this is for pure medical reasons?”

“Purely.” He whispered against my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt over my whole body. Before I could even blink, he vanished from the room and was back, before the door fully swung open. A big towel in his hand. Lifting me up with one arm, he planted the towel underneath me, setting me back down again. Then he shuffled down until his head was between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked away, but he just kept my legs open, a wicked smile starting to spread onto his face. I knew what he was about to do, but I was still caught by surprise, when he tugged on the string of my tampon, effectively pulling it out. Carelessly he wrapped it inside a paper towel, disregarding it on the floor. “Carlisle!” I yelped out, but the rest of my complaint got stuck in my throat, as soon as he dipped his head down. A deep moan rumbling through my body, as soon as he licked one long stripe over my pussy.

My fingers found their way to his hair, pulling on the roots. His deep sensual growl answering my desperate needs. I could feel myself growing wetter instantly. Welcoming his cold fingers into my warmth. His touch was as light as a feather, having me on the edge of madness in seconds. “Carlisle.” I breathed out, unable to focus on anything else than the man between my legs. Pulled into the depths of his black eyes.

He was fingerfucking me slowly to the rhythm his tongue danced on my clit. “Please don’t stop.” I cried out, not caring on who was going to hear me. The smirk that started forming on his face was breathtaking. Full of confidence and arrogance. Something I rarely saw on him. “Never.” Was all he answered, slowly adding another finger. It was ridiculous how fast he was able to find that sweet spot deep inside of me. Fingers feeling so good, I couldn’t stop the moans spilling through the room.

“You taste so good.” He groaned, raising his head to properly look at me. His chin and mouth were covered in a mix of my slick and blood, making me gasp out in embarrassment. He looked so dangerous and appealing at the same time it was impossible for me to stay sane. Watching intently how tiny droplets of blood ran down his chin, dripping from his fangs. It was a dance on razors edge, having him taste my blood while simultaneously fingering to my orgasm, but I didn’t care. Mesmerized by the way his eyes were flickering between lust and hunger. Between the desire to fuck and kill me. And me being absolutely turned on by it was something I never imagined to happen.

Carlisles smile just grew wicked, when he realized how his appearance affected me. Wiping the blood off with his fingers licking them clean in the most sexual way I could imagine, he looked me deep in the eyes. “You like that, do you?” He asked. Unable to answer as I felt a third finger thrust against my core, I moaned in pleasure. “Answer me, love, or I will stop.”

“Yes.” Was all I was able to press out, is name now falling of my lips like a sweet prayer, not that there was anything holy left in this room, but I couldn’t care less.

As if he sensed the coil in my stomach growing tighter, he placed his other hand on my mouth, muffling my moans. “Careful, love. You were the one who didn’t want things to be official yet, remember?” And right as he said it, I could hear two of the female teachers pass our window, chatting about something. Luckily the curtains had been closed all day, because if it would have been otherwise, they would have seen the predicable scene I was caught in.

Dipping down again, his fingers and tongue kept working me relentlessly, finally pushing me over the edge. I lunged forward, as much as I could against his strong frame. My orgasm hitting me like a strong wave, pulling me deeper into the ocean. I let out a muffled cry, shaking uncontrollably in his arms. But Carlisle wasn’t finished with me. Coming up with his head, he licked my remains from his lips, wiping the rest of it on his shirt. His hand still playing with my pussy, he pinned me down against the mattress, kissing me hungrily. He tasted like a mix of my slick, blood and his overwhelming scent, turning my bones into a puddle in his hands. I attempted to catch my breath, which was hard, when Carlisle definitely wasn’t set on showing any mercy. Processing what just happened, I clung to his body.

Carlisle Cullen may be the calm collected gentleman for everyone else, but in the bedroom, he was as filthy as one can get. The difference only I got to see, making me melt into his arms even more.

His hands were roaming over my body, making me squirm under his cold touch. I felt the heat rise in my core again, my body calling out for him. “Please…” I whimpered, hooking my legs around his waist, pulling him in. “So needy.” He mused, kissing his way down to my breasts. Him taking a hard nipple in his mouth, had me jolt in blissful pleasure. Desperately for more, I tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He understood what I wanted, standing up from the bed in one smooth motion. Then he was back on me again, his cold skin pressing against my hot body.

I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my core, twitching in anticipation. He guided his hard member into me, easing his way in slowly, but I was tighter than usual, another wave of cramps hitting me right when he entered me. I knew he could feel it, by the way he cursed under his breath. He stopped mid movement, jaw clenched, but his eyes showing me how much he cared for me. Waiting for me to give my okay. After a while I nodded, allowing him to fully bottom me out and when he did something between a moan and a painful hiss left my mouth.

“I am sorry, love.” He apologized, pulling back, but I kept him in place with my hands on my shoulder. “Its not you. I am cramping.” I let out, tensing up at the sudden pain shooting through me. “Just be careful.”

“Always.” Carlisle started to move slowly, distracting me from any pain with kissing me until my head spun. It didn’t take long for him to have me mewling his name again, eyes rolling back in my head. I held onto his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist giving him a better angle to fuck me.

He set a deep slow pace full on set to pleasure me as much and long as possible. I could feel how my walls started to accommodate him more, his cock soothing the cramps with every move. I hummed in pleasure, sinking into the pillows even more. “You feel so good. ‘S so good.” I mewled, not really caring how audible my words were. But his vampire hearing still enabling him to understand me.

“Let go, love. I got you. You are safe.” His words were water on a hot stone, instantly dissolving into steam clouding my mind. My limps were tingling, the knot in my stomach growing bigger and bigger every second, my brain completely short circuited, purely filled with his presence and the feeling of his delicate fingers, playing with my breast.

I barely processed, how he hovered over me, his full bodyweight supported with his left elbow, lips kissing every inch of my body. I was in heaven right now fucked by a literal god. And maybe him completely having me cock drunk in seconds was what got me to let out the most guttural moan I ever produced: “Daddy.”

It took me a few seconds to comprehend what just happened, but as soon as the realization fought its way through my fogged brain, I clasped a hand in front of my mouth. But Carlisle didn’t seem to mind my slip up one bit. Quite the opposite. He let out a low growl, nudging me with his nose. “That’s what I am to you? Your daddy? Fucking you so good you stop thinking properly, hm?” I just blankly stared at him, caught totally off guard by his shamelessness. “Is that what you want from me? Be my little girl, I take care off?” Shifting his weight, so he was now hovering over me with both arms pushing him upwards, he was now towering over me, his thrusts not even faltering one second. “Say it again, baby girl. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

“Daddy.” I moaned again, when he hit a particularly deep spot inside of me, pushing all the air out of my lungs. He smiled at me, leaning back on his ankles, while simultaneously raising my hips to fuck me deeper into the mattress. “Such a good little girl, you are. Taking your daddy so well.” He praised me, not letting go of my eyes. “Keep your eyes open. I wanna see you, when you make a mess on my cock. Oh, and what a mess you will make.”

I ripped my eyes open again, not being able to resist the soft English drawl he let slip in that moment. I could feel how the knot in my stomach was about to pop, threatening to throw me into the ocean of pleasure. And by the way he smiled down on me, he knew. Knew from the way I shivered in his hands, twitching uncontrollably around his cock. “Go on. Don’t be afraid, my love. I wanna see those beautiful eyes roll back in your head, when you come. Wanna feel how good I fuck you.” He spurred me on, smiling cockily.

And as on cue, I came.

Hard.

Back arching from the bed, my eyes rolling back inside my head. My whole body shivering in pure bliss from my orgasm, lips hanging open in a silent scream. I never came so hard and fast. The difference between the still sensual deep pace he thrusted into me and the rough filthy things he said to me, making my head spin in confusion. But Carlisle was not finished praising me: “That’s it. Ride it out, love. You are doing so good. Looking so beautiful like this.” I could feel myself leak on his lap, causing his cock to now draw even more lush noises from my pussy.

“Carlisle!” I cried out, now in complete subspace. “I need more. Please, daddy.”

“More from what?” He teased, not once faltering in his moves, driving me up the wall. “Use your words, little girl. Tell me what exactly it is that you want from me.”

“Harder, daddy. I need it harder. Need to feel you, please.” I begged, hands reaching out for him, trying to pull him down, but he resisted and I could hear the smugness in his words: “You already feel me, love.”

I cried out in desperation. “More. Need to feel you everywhere, daddy.” Finally, Carlisle gave in to my pleading, but different than what I expected. He pulled back from me, causing me to whine at the sudden loss of contact, but he shushed me quickly. “Shh, its alright, baby girl.” Manhandling me onto my stomach he hiked up one leg, settling between my thighs once again. And as he entered this time, he pressed me down with his full body. Effectively caging me in between his hard frame and the soft mattress.

“Yes.” I whimpered, feeling him thrusting much deeper into me than before. “Don’t stop. You’re making me feel so good, daddy. So safe. Thank you.”

“Always, love. Everything for you.” He growled in my ear and I could hear this whole situation didn’t let him be as unaffected as he firstly led on. The way he was now going harder, pinning my hands down with his strong fingers showed me how much it strained on his self control.

“Its okey, you can let go.” I mewled, arching my back to take him in a deeper angle, but he just groaned. “No. I am not finished with you yet.” The pure determination and possessiveness in his voice striking my once again. I moaned his name, calling out for him, earning a soft bite on my shoulder. “Such a good little girl. Taking me so well.” Sneaking a hand around my hip, he pressed two fingers on my clit, sloppily rubbing circles on it. “I wanna cum with you. Feel you around my cock, when I breed you. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, daddy.” I cried out, muffling my voice in the pillows. Goosebumps started to spread all over my body, a hot fire burning deep in my core once again. I clenched around his cock, eagerly wanting to milk him, feel his seed fill me up. Even though I knew I couldn’t get pregnant, the though of him breeding me whenever he liked, set things inside of me free, that I didn’t know I had.

A second shiver ran down my spine, spurring him on to fuck me even harder. His fingers were now moving faster, more demanding to give me a third orgasm. I started to shake uncontrollably, an indication for him, I was close. “I got you. Cum for me, love.” Was all he needed to say, to push me over the edge a last time. I came, a shivering mess underneath him. Clamping down on his cock, a muffled cry on my lips.

“Good girl.” He growled and I could feel him twitch inside of me, shooting his cold seed deep into my core. Riding out our orgasm he littered my back with kisses, leaving hot bitemarks behind, careful not to make them too visible. I gasped for air, blindly bucking against his frame, signaling it was getting to much for me. Instantly he, pulled out of me, starting to cuddle me, until his coldness made me shiver.

“Lets get you cleaned up, love and ready for bed.”

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bakubabes-tatakae · 7 months

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Welcome to that special time of year, Fluffvember 2023. 💞 Your girl is gonna be doing both ends of the spectrum this year. These are going to be closer to drabbles just like last month to make sure I can get them all out. 🥰 If you want to be on the Fluffvember taglist then please let me know. I'd be happy to add anyone to it. 🥺

If you don’t want to see the Fluffvember fun then blacklist the tag: #bakubabes fluffvember

Now take a peek at what’s to come in a couple of weeks. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Ichigo Kurosaki || Bleach || "Your hands are warm."

Day 2 - Kai "Overhaul" Chisaki || Boku No Hero Academia || "Pinky promise?"

Day 3 - Kotarou Bokuto || Haikyuu || "You matter. A lot. You matter so much to me. Never think you don't."

Day 4 - Natsu Dragneel || Fairy Tail || "Don't say that. I love every second spent with you."

Day 5 - Asta || Black Clover || "Your heart is beating so fast right now."

Day 6 - Rin Okumura || Blue Exorcist || "Don't doubt yourself, honey."

Day 7 - Gaara || Naruto || "Your hugs are nice."

Day 8 - Luck Voltia || Black Clover || "You feel like home to me."

Day 9 - Shikamaru Nara || Naruto || "You'll be with me, right?"

Day 10 - Toya Todoroki "Dabi" || Boku No Hero Academia || "You're cute when you're jealous."

Day 11 - Yato || Noragami || "This is a good look for you."

Day 12 - Zuko || ATLA || "We'll always have each other."

Day 13 - Kazutora Hanemiya || Tokyo Revengers || "Come taste! Tell me if I need to add anything."

Day 14 - Katsuki Bakugou || Boku No Hero Academia || "I'm just glad you're okay."

Day 15 - Megumi Fushiguro || Jujutsu Kaisen || "I'd accept you any way you are."

Day 16 - Manjiro "Mikey" Sano || Tokyo Revengers || "You have a little ice cream on your nose."

Day 17 - Asuma Sarutobi || Naruto || "Is that my shirt?"

Day 18 - Naofumi Iwatani || Rising Of The Shield Hero || "I came as soon as I heard."

Day 19 - Shoto Todoroki || Boku No Hero Academia || "I'm sad and I demand cuddles."

Day 20 - Levi Ackerman || Attack On Titan || "Thanks for being here with me."

Day 21 - Nozel Silva || Black Clover || "I'll keep you safe."

Day 22 - Renji Abarai || Bleach || "I love you more than I did yesterday."

Day 23 - Satoru Gojo || Jujutsu Kaisen || "You're my family too."

Day 24 - Eren Yeager || Attack On Titan || "I'm not letting something as simple as that separate us."

Day 25 - Magna Swing || Black Clover || "Stay as long as you want."

Day 26 - Sasuke Uchiha || Naruto || "Wow, I really can't speak, huh? Must be because of how pretty you look."

Day 27 - Yuuji Itadori || Jujutsu Kaisen || "You're not obligated to do this you know?"

Day 28 - Zora Ideale || Black Clover || "I'd shout it from the roof if I could."

Day 29 - Tomura Shigaraki || Boku No Hero Academia || "You're welcome to stay if you want."

Day 30 - Ban The Undead || Seven Deadly Sins || "I'm not ever leaving you."

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vivalas-vega · 9 months

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Hello again! It's Syd 🥰🩷

I sent an ask a few days ago but I just saw your post about sending more so here I am! (& good luck on your journey quitting vape, you got this!! 🩷)

Here's an idea:

(Could be with bob, nat, jake, roost, it's up to you really) Reader just got home from work and starts rambling about work gossip with her partner while getting undressed to take a shower. The partner stops paying attention to the story as she lifts her shirt and takes off her pants, ogling at the brand new set of lingerie they had never seen her wearing before.

Reader is busy walking around the room gathering her skin care products & pajamas while going off on a tangent about a particularly annoying coworker. Noticing her partner isn't responding, she playfully asks "are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?", finally turning to find her lover on the edge of the bed with a dreamy look on their slightly flushed face, reaching for her as they ask "is that a new set...?"

Could be just fluffy with a hint of suggestive or smutty😌 feel free to change it anyway you want it!

hello !!! thank you so much for sending this request in and I'm so sorry that it took me an unreasonable amount of time to post !!! but, my first Bob fic ! this just screamed Bob to me, I took some creative liberties but I hope I did your request justice!

focus / bob floyd x reader

word count: 1k (short and sweet!)

warnings: a little spicy at the end but otherwise pretty pg-13!

“Bob, you home?” you asked, shutting the front door behind you as you dropped your keys in the bowl and slipped out of your heels and coat. Excitement had been radiating throughout your body, threatening to rattle you apart from the inside out the entire drive home. You were sitting on a rather juicy piece of intel you’d been counting down the seconds to be able to share with your partner… the first and usually only person you told anything and everything.

“Bedroom, honey!” You heard him call out and you raced down the hallway, bursting into the room with sheer glee written all over your face. “Good day at work?” he asked, amusement creeping into his tone.

“No, not at all actually. Remember that case I’ve been working on I regretfully cannot tell you anything about? Client withheld something major and I spent the entirety of my day reworking the whole thing… after I’d just done that yesterday.”

“Then what has you so excited?” He watched as you took off your watch and earrings, delicately placing them in their respective homes atop your dresser. The book he’d been reading was abandoned the second he heard your voice echo throughout your shared home. If you were even remotely in his presence there was nothing else that could hold his focus, not that he would have wanted anything else to take precedence over you anyways.

“So, in the break room today I overheard something I definitely wasn’t supposed to, regarding a certain coworker and her husband.” you started, eyebrows raised as you watched the excitement on his face mirror your own as he shifted down the bed to listen with rapt attention.

“Please tell me this is about Denise,” he almost begged. This particular saga of workplace drama was a personal favorite of you two.

“Oh, is it ever. She was on the phone with her husband in very hushed tones arguing about the pick up and drop off schedule for their kids when she suddenly said ‘this has nothing to do with him’.” you continued, placing your blazer in the hamper.

“Him, as in the kids tutor, right?” he asked and you nodded.

“Mmhm,” you confirmed. “But the real pièce de résistance of this story is who made an impromptu stop by the office today… with flowers.” You’d already discarded your silk camisole and were sliding your favorite slacks off… a beautiful shade of emerald green fitted perfectly to your body before flaring out and creating the illusion your legs were a mile long. They weren’t just your favorite though, and you were completely unaware of the way Bob’s eyes tracked their movement down your curves into their puddle on the floor where you bent over to pick them up and he suddenly felt as if the room had gotten warmer.

“Is that so?” he asked, while his attention was hung on your every word a few moments ago, if you’d asked him any follow up questions on what you’d just said he’d have no response… he was far more interested in the black lace adorning your body, particularly in the fact that it was unrecognizable to him.

“Mmhm,” you hummed again, still blind to the way your boyfriend was looking at you as you moved around the room, lost in your after-work routine of shedding your work persona before your shower. “It’s as if she’s unaware of the fact that we all know, or maybe she is aware and just doesn’t care. It’s incredibly ballsy. You know, I actually like her husband, of course I know nothing of their home life and I know better than anyone the public façade can be polar opposite from the reality behind closed doors but he does seem like one of the good ones.” You’d paused for his response, expecting agreement or a snarky quip but when you were met with silence you turned around to find his eyes far lower than you anticipated. “Bob? Are you even listening to me?” you asked, pretending to be annoyed but really you were anything but as you saw the lovesick look on his face.

His head snapped up, eyes wide like a man caught, “sorry sweetheart, I just… is this a new set?” he asked, swallowing harshly as his hands reached out and caught your hips, tugging you to stand in between his legs. He was looking up at you with pure adoration, the kind that knocked all the air from your lungs and rendered you almost speechless. Your first meeting by chance at the Hard Deck all those months ago had done nothing to prepare you for the man before you… timid glances and bashful smiles, earnest conversation and a chaste kiss to your cheek after walking you to your car. There was nothing timid or bashful about him now, nothing chaste about the way his fingers trailed up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as his eyes raked your form, fire burning within those blue eyes.

“It might be,” you teased, moving to straddle his thighs and his arms were quick to cage themselves around you, locking you in place and keeping you from falling backwards.

“And you expect me to give a damn about Denise when you’re parading around this room looking like this?” he asked, pressing kisses along the column of your neck.

You gripped his jaw, pulling his face back and forcing him to look at you. “You’re damn right I do.” you shot back, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“My apologies, ma’am, but I’m afraid your beauty is a bit distracting.” he replied, pulling your hand away and kissing the inside of your wrist. “Besides… I think my attention would be better served elsewhere.” he added before continuing his path up your arm and to your collarbone where you couldn’t help but tilt your head back, a soft sigh falling from your lips.

“I think you might be right,” you agreed, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his head back to press your lips to his. The previous topic was entirely forgotten now with your excitement channeled directly towards the man beneath you… the one person you wanted to share everything with and the one person who could make you gladly abandon anything and everything for.

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brighter-by-the-daly · 5 months

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Millie Bright x Reader

Part Three: Lover’s Auction

You were well aware that it was Millie’s game today and try as she might, she didn’t manage to get you to the stadium to watch her but she was slowly wearing you down. You wanted to spend every possible second with her but there was still that fact that she played football.. for a living. ‘Why I did I have to fall for a footballer, honestly?’ you’d say to yourself in the mirror while getting dressed. You wanted nothing more than to feel truly connected to her but football was something you’d stuffed away into a tiny box never to be opened again. Millie didn’t rush you into doing anything that would make you feel uncomfortable, she knows deep down that you will slowly come around to the idea of watching her play.. whether that be in a few weeks, months or years, she was willing to wait for you.

Y: Good luck today 😘

M: Thank you, see you later? 🥰

Y: If you win 😉

You were unsure why you had gotten ready so early seeing as Millie wouldn’t be picking you up for at least 5 hours, this made the prospect of having spare time on your hands even more daunting. Thumbing through the channels on the TV you saw the match was starting soon, hovering over the BBC One channel thoughts rushed through your mind.. ‘should I watch? I don’t have to watch, I could try to watch it, ughhh just press record!’ So you did. You promised to record the game, you never agreed to watch it! Watching the programme turn red to be recorded was like a breakthrough, you’d taken the first step.

Hearing dad rustling about in the kitchen you shuffled over to watch him make his lunch, “dad..” you interrupted his pondering of what to put in his sandwich today as he peered at you from behind the fridge door. “Do you maybe, wanna watch.. Millie’s game with me?” you asked shyly, looking down as you played with the ring on your pinky finger. Dad closed the door with a sudden slam making the contents of the fridge rattle around as he waited to hear a crash from inside and when that didn’t come, he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at you standing nervously in the door frame, “are you sure, honey?” he asked in his soft and comforting tone, watching you nod unconvincingly. “Of course I will!” rushing over, stopping half way to gently put down the knife in his hand before embracing you, twirling you around the kitchen like he did when you were little making you giggle. He finished making his lunch then joined you on the sofa, “I bought snacks!” he said exuding enthusiasm, dropping an armful of crisps and popcorn onto the coffee table. It’s like he had been patiently awaiting this moment and had to make sure he was fully prepared for it. You briefed him that you may turn it off suddenly as you don’t know how it’s going to make you feel and he understood but all your fears disappeared when you saw Millie talking before the game. As a smile uncontrollably spread across your face dad couldn’t help but notice, “there’s your girlfriend!” he teased, causing your foot to slide across the sofa and land in his ribs. “She’s not my girlfriend!” whining as your cheeks turned red, “yet!” he taunted you under his breath earning him a cold hard stare. You watched the entire game.

Y: Good goal 😉

M: you watched?! 🙊

Y: I did, captain 🫡

M: I’ll be leaving in a minute, see you in half hour 😘

From that point forward you were texting constantly. Your dad had noticed a clear difference in your mood and your sudden willingness to say yes to anything he suggested. These past few months had turned you into a bit of a recluse but something about Millie put the spring back in your step. You watched all her games on TV and you’d see each other whenever she had time to.. which was most days. It made you realise that if someone wants to put effort into seeing you, they will! Towards the end of your last relationship your girlfriend started to make excuses as to why she couldn’t meet you as often as you’d like and you accepted her reasoning until it was weeks in between dates rather than days. Millie lead a much more demanding life between her job, other opportunities and commitments yet still made time to see or talk to you every single day. This is what a good partner is, this is someone who actually wants to be with you. Millie’s lazy days on the sofa now had you next to her and you were barely without each other except for when she was training or playing. Even then, she would facetime you as soon as she finished and arrange to meet up! You even started to work your shifts at dad’s company around when Millie was working too so you’d have more time to spend with each other.

Millie had a few weeks off for Christmas coming up and had planned to go up to Birmingham to visit her best friend before she met you and as that time drew closer she asked if you’d like to go with her. She laid out her plan to you one evening when you were on a sunset date. She’d packed the car up with snacks and a flask of tea and drove you to the edge of town where you could watch the sunset. As it was winter the air was getting nippy so you sat in the warm car drinking your tea and eating biscuits as you watched what could have been the last sunset of the year. Her best friend has her last game before Christmas break the day after Millie’s and she was keen to take you with her. “Babe, we could go to the game together, we can watch from a warm box in a little stadium and we can be together for your first game back. What do you think?” she said hurriedly between mouthfuls of chocolate digestives like she couldn’t wait to get her idea out in the open for you to ponder upon. You sat silent for a while as her big blue eyes willed you to agree, you knew this time would come eventually and would there ever come a better opportunity? To have the person who understands you more than a lot of people next to you was more comforting than sitting in the stands alone. So you said yes. But you made sure she completely understood that on the day of the game you couldn’t know for certain if you were going to go or not, Millie shook your hand in agreement, “one day at a time” she always says, bringing your hand to her crumb covered mouth to kiss it. It was in these moments that made you fall for her more, you’d been surrounded by glitz and glamour all your life but you would choose biscuit crumb kisses over that any day!

Millie came to pick you up after her game and drove you to Birmingham to meet Rachel, you’d heard so much about her that it was like you’d already met! You were under the impression that you would be staying in a hotel while you were away but Millie decided on the drive up there that now would be a good time to tell you that you’ll actually be staying at Rachel’s house! You’ve heard a lot about the Aston Villa player and the way Millie’s face lights up when she talks about her you knew you’d love her too but staying in her house?! That’s a bit quick isn’t it? Surely you would meet someone first before staying over! The announcement that you would be staying at Millie’s best friend’s house made you nervous, if you’d known this you would have packed differently – you’re not sure how exactly but you would have packed more carefully. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner so I could prepare?” you pouted in a way to make her feel sorry for you. “You don’t need to prepare (y/n/n), just be yourself!” squeezing your thigh for reassurance. That’s what you were worried about.. when you’re nervous you either get drunk, make a tit of yourself or both! Rachel means so much to Millie that you have to ensure you make a good impression otherwise your relationship wouldn’t last very long. Not that you’re in a relationship yet anyway.. this is where it could all go downhill.

Pulling up on Rachel’s driveway, Millie collected the bags and squeezed your hand on the walk up the path. She hadn’t even rung the bell when the door flew open, the bags and your hand were quickly dropped to masses of squeals and chaos that ensued before your eyes. Before you knew it, you were wrapped in the stranger’s arms being forced to jump up and down with her. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! Come in!” Rachel rushed inside as Millie grabbed your hand again and looked at you, raising her eyebrows in a way that said ‘see, told you she’d love ya!’ You were a little shy at first, not really saying much.. not that you had the chance with these two chatterboxes anyway! You were glad Rachel had a dog that you could focus your nervous energy on, at least she wouldn’t judge you!

After a few hours of catching up, gossiping and small talk you slowly started to settle in when Rachel showed you to the spare bedroom. Millie insisted on carrying all the bags upstairs even though you have two working arms, she loves showing off and being the dominant one and who were you to complain about it? Unpacking your belongings in the tastefully decorated room you placed the only thing Millie allowed you to carry onto the shelf – a glass of wine. You took a few minutes to yourself before unpacking as Millie let you be – today had been a lot! You could hear the girls cackling loudly downstairs as you tried to hype yourself up, today hadn’t been as bad as you anticipated, you’re not even sure why you thought it was going to bad in the first place! Rachel seemed lovely and it was easy to see how they became and stayed best friends – both loud and know what they want, passionate about their sport and the friendship that came with it.

After a while you made your way back downstairs in your comfy clothes, “there’s my girlfriend!” Millie exclaimed, jumping up from her seat on the floor to envelop you into her arms, “we thought you got lost!” your face smushed into her chest as she held you closer and squeezed you one more time, lifting your feet off the floor and planting a kiss on the crown of your head when she put you back down. “What’s going on here?” you laughed seeing loads of board games spread out onto the floor, “we’re gonna have a games night! Oh, I’ll get you some more wine!” Rachel said, grabbing the glass from your hand and rushing out of the room. “Have you got snacks!?” Millie called following her out to rummage the cupboards. Not long after they left you heard a scream and a loud clatter of noise come from the kitchen making you jump and knock Rachel’s glass of red wine from the table and onto the floor. “Shit!” staring at the giant maroon blotch on the cream carpet for a split second before scrambling to your knees, “shit, shit, shit!” Your mind went blank, how the hell would you get this out?! Untying the shirt around your waist and scrubbing at the carpet knowing you had no way in hell of miraculously making this disappear before they came back. You had to own up! “Babe, are you okay?” Millie came running back in not expecting to spot you on your hands and knees desperately scrubbing the carpet with your favourite shirt. She didn’t help, just stood in the doorway laughing. “What’s happened?” Rachel quickly followed behind her, stopping in her tracks as she saw the mess on the floor – the mess being you… and the carpet! Much to your surprise, she started laughing too! “I’m so sorry, I’ll pay! I have my cheque book!” Clambering to your feet to rummage through your bag and pulling out your cheque book, “do you have a pen?” pleading with Rachel to forgive you. Through her laughter she said that she had just done exactly the same thing in the kitchen, her and Millie were wheezing at this point. “But that’s laminate, this is carpet! Cream carpet, you can’t clean this!” you panicked, “I’ll just transfer you, what’s your bank details?” scurrying over to the other side of the room to grab your phone. They had finally stopped laughing long enough for Millie to grab you by the shoulders, looking up at her your head tilted wondering what the hell could be so funny.. you’d be livid if it was your own house! “I’m ripping it up next week!” Rachel wheezed which set Millie off again too, you must have looked like a deer caught in headlights not knowing what the fuck was going on. Rachel took hold of your hands and assured you it was fine, she’d been talking to Millie while you were upstairs about how she’d finally picked out her new carpet and ordered it the other day, that’s why they found it so funny. Millie took the cheque book and phone out of your hand and placed them back in your bag, “now do you wanna play Uno or Monopoly?” she asked, flopping herself onto the floor and pulling you on top of her, spreading her legs so you could sit in between them wrapping you up in her arms and kissing you all over your face, “oh my god babe, stop” you squirmed with embarrassment, “but you’re just so cute! I can’t help myself!” You felt awkward with all this happening in front of Rachel but she didn’t seem to mind, just said we made her miss her girlfriend Sarah before adding, “who carries a cheque book around these days anyway?”

Part Four

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universitypenguin · 7 months

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Hello Alice! Lloyd and princess have been living in my head rent free lately 😍 and it’s got me thinking (please no pressure ever to answer any of my silly little asks!) what do you think princess would do/how would she feel after all this time apart and after everything that’s been going on if she thought Lloyd had sleep with someone else during this time apart?

Thank you for sharing your stories with us! I’m so excited for what’s next to come with these two❤️

Author’s Note: @drabblewithfrannybarnes 🥰

Thank you so much for this lovely ask! I wish I was a faster writer, but alas… that will never be my lot in life. 😭 Instead of doing Kinktober, I’ve been working on improving my short story skills this month, which led to me revising this several times. And by revising I actually mean starting from scratch three times in a row.

I’d challenged myself to keep trying until I had gotten it just right, so it was very satisfying to look at this draft and realize I was finally happy with it. Thank you so much for motivating me to write this, please enjoy! 💙🩵🤍

If He Wanted To, He Would…

“Hey Princess? Can you fix my phone?”

You were stirring honey into your tea, watching the clump slowly dissolve, when Lloyd made his request. He stood by the door wearing athletic shorts and a blue quarter zip, frowning at his phone.

“I thought you were going on a run.”

Lloyd grunted, tapping the screen. The line between his eyebrows appeared.

If this phone issue prevented him from going on his run you were going to lose your mind. Thanks to the stalker situation, your alone time was extremely limited. Only when Lloyd jogged the trail encircling the cabin were you allowed the luxury of complete solitude. He jogged three times a week and each excursion guaranteed you at least an hour of alone time. Without these breaks you’d go insane.

“Why don’t you take my phone instead?”

“My email isn’t synching. I’m trying to make sure the email I sent to Bishop went through.”

“I’ll fix it. Here, you can use my phone.”

Lloyd scowled at the offending device. “I didn’t even mess with it this time. Why is it doing this?”

You held out your phone. “Just take mine.”

“Do you think it’s the wifi?” Lloyd asked.

“You can borrow my AirPods, too,” you said.

“I never run with headphones in and neither should you.”

“That’s something you will never, ever, have to worry about.”

Lloyd smirked as he exchanged phones with you. “Right, I forgot who I was talking to. Good luck with that thing, I’ll see you in an hour or so.”

When he was gone you collapsed on the couch. Finally, the sanctity of solitude. You basked in the silence for a minute before turning your attention to repairing his phone. There were no issues in the app settings or the phone settings, so you tried restarting it. After clearing the cached data, you removed his account and added it again, without success. Then you updated the app and, much to your relief, the email finally synched.

You’d just finished the installation and locked his phone when it buzzed. A text appeared on his lock screen, visible in the preview window.

Don’t worry about Michael. He isn’t the jealous type.

You stared at the message, baffled, like a puppy encountering its reflection for the first time, perplexed by the inexplicable sight. Who was Michael? Perhaps some context would help. You opened the message app and scrolled back through his previous messages with the sender, April Ward.

Their first message was dated about two weeks ago, right after Lloyd had returned from Idaho.

Seeing you on Friday… I love you… don’t worry about Michael… he isn’t the jealous type…

April Ward was his ex-girlfriend. What had happened between them in Idaho?

You hadn’t questioned the limited contact you’d had with him at the time, but now it felt like a huge red flag. Your stomach twisted into knots.

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Twenty-five minutes had passed. Lloyd would be home soon and you still didn’t know what you were going to say. Your thoughts were chaotic. You felt naive, foolish, and gullible.

You had believed he was grieving and settling his father’s affairs. You had assumed he was too busy to call you or that his phone was out of service range. You were such a sucker. Hurt and anger vied for dominance inside of you, but neither gained enough ground to claim victory. The emotions were deadlocked and trapped in the middle of them, all you felt was numb.

Distantly, you recognized that you were in shock. Of course you were in shock. It was a shocking development. This wasn’t the Lloyd you knew. He’d never let you down before. In spite of his rough edges, he was always honest with you, even when it came to difficult topics; especially when it came to difficult topics.

How had he become this person, someone capable of such an ugly betrayal? When had your best friend turned into your enemy?

You didn’t hear the creak of the door’s hinges, but at Lloyd’s voice, your head snapped up. Your lip curled into a snarl.

Lloyd stopped short. “Princess? What’s wrong?”

“Who’s April Ward?”

His nostrils flared as he inhaled through his nose.

“She’s a veterinarian who treated a sick calf for me a few weeks ago. Why?”

“Liar. April is your ex, I read your texts.”

“Princess, it’s not what you think-”

You hissed. “Stop! Stop lying to me! You cheated, didn’t you?! Just admit it!”

“I’m not lying!”

Without thinking, you flung the phone at him. Lloyd ducked and it hit the wall, then clattered to the floor.

“Calm down!” Lloyd barked.

“No! Tell me what happened!”

“It wasn’t on purpose-”

“You slept with her by accident?! Come on!”

“I didn’t cheat, Princess! Listen to me! I didn’t intend to see April. There was a sick calf, so I called the vet, who turned out to be my highschool girlfriend.”

“And then you slept with her.”

Lloyd snarled. “I didn’t sleep with her.”

“I don’t believe you!”

“I’m telling you the truth!”

Your chin lifted. “She cares about you.”

“We dated in highschool, okay? That’s all. For the record, the last time I slept with her, you weren’t even alive!”

“Are you insulting my age, or yours?”

Lloyd threw his hands up. “Neither. Forget I said that. Here’s what happened on Friday: I called for a vet and April showed up. She treated the calf, we had a drink in the kitchen and talked for a few hours. When we finished talking she went home.”

“What are you leaving out of this story?”

“Nothing!”

“Did you have sex in the kitchen?”

“There was no sexual contact, there was barely even physical contact!”

You zeroed in on his last point. “Ha! So you did something with her, didn’t you?!”

“There was a kitchen table between us for 90% of the evening. She reached across it and touched my hand while we were talking. Later, I hugged her goodbye. That was the extent of our physical contact.”

His delivery was fluid. The words were crisp and his tone of voice was even. That should have comforted you. Instead, it made you even more suspicious.

“Princess, I can only tell you this in so many ways: nothing happened. Believing it is up to you.”

“If nothing happened, then why didn’t you tell me that you’d seen her?”

“I don’t like talking about that period of my life… and… maybe because I didn’t know how to approach the subject.”

You stared at Lloyd, torn between doubt and trust.

He sighed. “I know it looks bad. If our roles were reversed, I’d react the same way, but I swear it was nothing more than old friends catching up.”

“Fine. I believe you.”

He looked relieved for a split second before you continued.

“But keeping this from me was a betrayal in itself.”

“I’m sorry,” Lloyd said.

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You were still curled up in the rocking chair on the porch when dusk faded into night. As a concession to the dropping temperature, you’d draped a blanket around your shoulders. The nights were getting colder as autumn approached.

If he wanted to, he would. If he wanted to, he could.

You’d always considered Lloyd to be honest, at least with you, before today. Now you wondered about the veracity of that assumption. As you examined your reasoning, the uncomfortable truth crystallized. Lloyd was capable of cheating on you. He was certainly sneaky enough. Keeping secrets and guarding his emotions were Lloyd’s greatest strengths. He was a master in the art of lying. Half-truths, omissions, fabrications, he could do it all and conventional ethics didn’t mean much to him. He lied as easily as other people breathed - those were the cold, hard facts.

Reality slapped you in the face, unraveling the sense of trust you’d previously had in Lloyd. In an abstract way, you’d always known he was ruthless, but now you appreciated how easily he could rip your heart out if he wanted to. Him wanting to wasn’t even a requirement, all it would take was a moment of carelessness.

You didn’t know what you were feeling more: hurt, anger, or fear. Each emotion claimed a part of your heart, splitting it into three equal pieces. The feelings swirled, a vortex of negative thoughts that sucked you into a whirlpool of despair. Your mood dropped as quickly as the temperatures. Soon, chilly air nipped at your nose and ears. You drew the blanket tighter in an effort to conserve warmth.

The door creaked and you heard Lloyd’s footsteps approaching, but you didn’t acknowledge him.

“It’s getting cold, Princess. You need to come inside.”

You ignored him.

“Princess…”

You burrowed into the blanket, silently declaring your intent to remain where you were.

Lloyd sighed. “I don’t know what to say, other than I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Too late,” you muttered.

“I can’t change the past, but I can give you access to my phone if you want. Is that a reasonable compromise?”

You turned to him, frowning.

“The problem isn’t access, Lloyd. I have that already. The problem is that I don’t want to keep you on a leash, I just want to trust you. Think about it from my point of view - if I’m going to have a meltdown every time one of your exes shows up, I’m in for a bad time.”

“April is my only ex-girlfriend,” Lloyd said.

“So, we’re back to lying, are we? I’m trying to meet you halfway, but if you keep-”

“She is, damn it! I never wanted a relationship before. You know I’m telling the truth, Princess. You were my closest friend for the past three years. When was my last relationship?”

Abruptly, the weight of evidence tilted in his favor. Your thrumming pulse slowed to a steady beat. Lloyd moved closer.

“Come on, Princess, you’re freezing. Let’s go inside.”

You shook your head. “I want to believe you, but I know how easily you can bend the truth.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” Lloyd countered. “I’ve already synced my messaging app to your personal laptop and shared my location with you. If you let me, I’ll prove that you can trust me.”

He extended his hand and you hesitated, but took it and let him pull you to your feet. You let him lead you inside to the sofa, where he laid a throw blanket over your legs.

“You haven’t said whether you’ll give me a second chance,” he said.

You twisted your hands in your lap.

“I know that I misinterpreted your messages to April. That said, I’m not letting you off the hook for withholding information that would’ve put them in context. The root of the issue is that if you decided to cheat on me, I probably wouldn’t notice. You’re sly enough to get away with almost anything, if you set your mind to it.”

“Alright, but let’s take another factor into consideration,” Lloyd said. “The pool of women who actually want to sleep with me after they realize I’m an asshole is smaller than you think.”

“Oh, please. Give me a break, women drool over your ass every day.”

“Before they talk to me. Now, if we consider the pool of men who want to sleep with you… it’s large to begin with and once they get to know you, they’re even more interested.”

You snorted. “Should I sync my messaging app to your laptop?”

“No need, I already know your passwords. Are we good?”

“We’re not bad. I wouldn’t go as far as calling us ‘good,’ though.”

Lloyd nuzzled your temple. “I was telling the truth about April being my only ex-girlfriend.”

“It’s hard to believe, but… it tracks. I know you’re not used to explaining yourself, but if this arrangement between us is going to work, you need to.”

He relaxed. “I can do that.”

You snuggled into his chest, basking in the warmth you found there. His broad palm stroked up and down your spine and within a few minutes you were nodding off.

“How many ex-boyfriends do you have?” Lloyd asked.

Your eyes flew open. “Um… why?

“I just want to know how worried I should be.”

“You don’t need to be worried.”

“That’s not an answer, Princess.”

You licked your lips. “How far back do you want to go? Kindergarten? Middle-school?”

Lloyd scowled. “Kindergarten? How many boys are we talking about here?”

“I…” you broke off. “Hold up, how did we get on this topic?”

“That’s not important,” Lloyd said. “How many boys have you dated?”

You sat up. “That isn’t what you asked me. You wanted to know how many ex-boyfriends I had, not how many boys I’ve dated. Those are two different topics.”

His lips compressed. “Fine, then. How many boys have you dated?”

“I guess about…ugh…” You covered your face, groaning. “Do we have to do this? Trust me, you’re better off not knowing. My dating history is cringe-worthy.”

“I want a number, Princess.”

You sucked in a breath through your teeth. “I might need some scratch paper…”

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The End.

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lizzieislife94x · 3 months

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My New Boss Pt.2 (e.o)

Requested <3

LizziexFem Reader GxG

Leagl age gap as stated in part 1 🥰

Y/ns POV:

Friday:

I shake my legs nervously as I wait for lizzie to get back from lunch I'm so anxious about going to the club tonight "ah y/n glad to find you here I thought you'd still be out at lunch, I just wanted to say I'll pick you up at 7 tonight" I look at her shocked and confused "huh what do you mean I thought we where all making our own way" I say shyly as she smiles sitting at her desk looking into my soul "oh honey I can't take the risk of letting you walk alone incase anything happens to you" i shrug and agree "ok sounds fun ill be sure to be ready" she smiles and leans her hands on her chin "you can take an early day to head home and get ready ill be OK without you for a few hours" I stand and fix my skirt and smile "so I can leave now" I ask as she nods "yeah you have 3 hours to get ready ill be there at 7 on the dot don't keep me waiting " her tone sends shivers down my spine as I nod and head out leaving the office.

"What are you doing here" June screams scared clutching the towel that almost fell I can't help but laugh after a minute I compose myself and put my bag on the floor "lizzie gave me a half day to come home and get ready and told me she'd pick me up at 7 because she doesn't want me walking alone" her jaw drops "wait hold the conversation ill be back in a second" she hurries to her room and comes back 2 minutes later dressed as she pushes me towards the couch the shock returning to her face "dude she likes you" I screw my face up "no she doesn't she wants to make sure I'm safe" June laughs "dude she likes you better atleast try and find out cos that is one sexy woman" I roll my eyes as I get up "better find the perfect outfit for her then" I jokingly wink before heading to my room trying to find the perfect dress for tonight.

6:40pm

"Please tell me I look ok " I say as I walk out in a tight short black dress with heels with curly hair and natural make up "Holy shit I think I have a crush on you" June jokes making me smirk "so I look good?" I ask for reassurance "yes you look smoking hot y/n you're going to drop alot of jaws tonight, but I think you'll need this babe" she says handing me a glass of red wine "oh my god yes thank you, you have no idea how much I need this I'm shaking lizzie will be here in 10 minutes" I sit and drink my wine chatting to June as I hear a beep my eyes widening "wish me luck" I breath out as I stand and grab my bag and phone making my way outside my jaw hitting the floor at the stunning black range rover as the door opens and lizzie struts out in a tight fitting black pant suit my jaw almost falls off it doesn't look like she has a top on under "wow you look fucking amazing " lizzie says as her eyes run up and down my body as she opens the car door "so fucking amazing wow" I can't help but blush as she helps me up into the car her hands on my waist and lower back the door closing as I get in quickly putting my belt on as lizzie gets in "this car is amazing thank you for picking me up" I smile as she starts to drive "oh and you look so good miss olsen pant suits really work" I say gently biting my lip as she smirks "thank you but please out of work lizzie is fine bab..y/n" she clears her throat as we make the 10 minute drive quickly parking up as we make our way inside.

2 hours later:

Lizzies POV:

My eyes follow y/n as she gets a drink from the bar a brunette trying so hard to get her attention I can feel the rage inside me, I frown as I watch the said brunette leading her to the dance floor "so lizzie it's so weird seeing you outside of the office" one of the girls says the words barely register as I nod my eyes glued to her why is she all over my y/n she's mine and I don't share I get up excusing myself as I make my way to the bar getting another drink my eyes still glued as I grip the bar my knuckles turning white as her hands roam y/ns body.

Y/ns POV:

I find myself getting lost in the music as a pretty girl dances with me I remember what June said and try to distracte myself from my boss I feel her hands roaming my body but ignore it as I finish my drinking continuing to dance "excuse me" I hear rather loudly followed by the chick being pulling away from me "lizzie" I says a little confused as she glares at the girl who was dancing with me "how about you go find someone else to groap this girl is off limits " I open my mouth shocked "um excuse me how dare you say im off limits I'm single I'm very much in limits" I say annoyed almost yelling at my boss as she gives me a stern look, shit this is why I didn't wanna be here I don't wanna loose my job I go to turn and walk away but she grabs my hand pulling towards the exit the cold air hitting me like a brick as she takes me to the car "what the fuck was that all about lizzie im single and was having fun we where only dancing" i huff out folding my arms before my back hits the car lizzie trapping me in her arms as her head leans against mine a confused look on my face "you have no idea" she whispers "no idea what lizzie" I say pissed but god her smell is intoxicating she's never been this close to me "you have no idea how fucking crazy you make me, you have no idea how hard it is to control myself around you in the office when all I wanna do is make you mine make you make sounds no one ever has, make that adorable fucking smile appear everyday " she confesses making me freeze "fuck" she whispers "watching her all over you I just couldn't do it I couldn't watch" I look at her her eyes fixed on mine as I lean forward kissing her hard my hands gripping the sides of her jacket as she grips my waist pinning me harder to the car only stopping when air becomes an issue "fuck" I whisper against her lips as I bring one hand up to her check "get in" she husks into my ear as she pulls the door open I instantly jump in as she gets in starting our journey her hand resting on my thigh "where are we going " I whisper as she looks at me "I'm taking you to my house" i gulp and nod as we make the drive to her home.

"Fuck" I moan loudly as she picks me up slamming me against the closed door her lips quickly marking my neck as I grip her shoulders "fuck that feels good" I giggle as she sucks my sweet spot "do you wanna take this upstairs baby if not its ok I respect that" she says biting her lip "definitely want to take this upstairs make me yours" I tease as she rushes us both upstairs quickly making her way to what I assume is her bedroom my back quickly hitting the mattress "I wanted to rip this off you when I picked you up" she almost moans sliding my dress up, I quickly sit up leaving a kiss on her cheek as I remove the dress lizzies jaw falling open at the simple lacey black bra panties I have on "fuck y/n" she smirks as she quickly works on removing her pant suit leaving her in nothing but a simple thong my eyes growing huge at the sight of her naked tits "what see something you like" she grins walking over pushing me back as she removes my panties all I can do is nod my head making her giggle as she kisses her way up my thighs making sure to leave bite marks "mine" she mumbles her breath hitting my now soaking cunt making me moan "pleas...e momm..I uh please lizzie" she looks up her eyes snapping to mine "say it" her tone full of lust "pl..ease mommy" I moan looking into her eyes as she moans her lips finding my clit instantly as she starts to suck I close my eyes gripping her head "just like that fuckkk" I cry out as she works her way down to my dripping entrance her tounge teasing every inch of my pussy "so fucking wet and needy princess" she mumbles against my pussy making me moan at the vibration my moans getting louder as she starts to tounge fuck me my eyes rolling at the sensation rushing through my body "gonna cum mom..my fuccccck!" I cry out as she works her tounge faster her thumb teasing my clit only adding to the pleasure as I cum all over her face "there it is" she smirks getting up onto her knees "get on your hands and knees and wait for me" she states getting up and going into the walk in wardrobe I quickly get up onto my hands and knees and my legs shake, fuck what is happening am I really on my hands and knees for my boss did she really just eat me out like I was her last meal "mhh good girl just what I like to see" she says making me jump slightly bringing me out of my thoughts as I turn my head I gasp at the sight of lizzie walking over with a huge strap on her waist rubbing lube up and down it "you want mommy's cock baby" she says as she climbs up behind me her hands running down my back gently "please" I whimper as I arch my back trying to back up to feel her making her laugh "thought so gonna stretch you so good with this" she says biting her lip as she lines the toy with my entrance pushing it in slowly my mouth hanging open nothing but a silent scream leaving my mouth "fuck so fucking tight baby" she moans bottoming out before starting her slow thrusts my fists gripping the sheets as sounds I've never made leave my lips "fuck you take it so well honey such a good girl for mommy" she moans her thrusts getting faster and harder as she repeatedly hits my gspot "don't fucking stop so close mommy so fucking close" I cry as she continues to pound my pussy "such a dirty mouth princess" she says pulling my hair making me look back at her as she fucks me like never before the eye contact driving me wild "you wanna cum for mommy, I know you're so close baby I can feel your cunt getting tighter let go give it all to mommy" she husks into my ear as she slams the strap a few more times my eyes roll and full body shakes as I scream out in pleasure "that's it baby such a good girl let it all go" she continues to slowly thrust as I cum more intense than I ever have I feel her pulling out making me whimper at the empty feeling, I collapse with my head landing on the pillow as lizzie dissappears.

Lizzies POV:

I place the harness on the sink as I grab a cloth and wet it, I can't believe I finally got to be with y/n I can't wipe the smile from my face this woman has had a hold on me since she came in for her interview I shake myself out of my thoughts as I walk back onto the bedroom my heart melting at the sight of a naked sleeping y/n ontop of my bed I bite my lip walking over and whisper gently "baby I have to clean you I don't want you to be uncomfortable" she mumbles and turns onto her back opening her legs slightly to allow me to gently clean her "mhh thank you mommy" she mumbles as she instantly falls asleep I throw the cloth into the bathroom and climb into bed letting my hand gently run over her hair and cheeks "I think you're the one for me I just hope you at least like me back" I smile as she wraps her hands and leg around me cuddling into me melting my heart more as I close my eyes falling into a peaceful slumber.

AN: Don't know if this make sense 😂 hope it does and I hope yall enjoy 💗 this was longer than intended haha, make sure yall drink water and stay hydrated babes 🥰 word count 1.3k

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havve05 · 1 year

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Mason mount - instagram au

Request on Wattpad

Liked by declanrice,benchilwell,yourmom and others

Y/i/n spending as much time with him as we can ⚽️🤍

Tagged masonmount

Username I’m so excited 🤯

Liked by y/i/n

Yourmom good luck mason 🤍

^Masonmount thank you y/m/n 🤍

Username favorite football family 🫶

Declanrice you better be ready when it’s time

^y/i/n oh trust me he will, other wise I will kick him onto the soccer field 😂

^declanrice I think your more competitive then mason 😂

^masonmount ooh you have no idea 😂

Username cutest kids ever 🥺

Liked by y/i/n

Masonmount love you guys sooo much❤️

^y/i/n we love you too ❤️

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Y/i/n got two very excited kids to see their daddy play…and a very excited wife 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🙈❤️

Taggad Masonmount

Masonmount Love you guys ❤️

^y/i/n good luck honey ❤️

^masonmount thank you my love ❤️😘

Username have they never seen him play before?

^y/i/n they have, but I think this will be the first time they will remember 😂

Username this is so cute omg ❤️

Yourmom they must be so excited for this ❤️

^y/i/n never seen them this excited to be honest 😂❤️

Username having family as your cheerleaders is the best 🫶

Liked by y/i/n

Username I’m so excited, I really hope this goes well 🤞

Liked by y/i/n

Liked by declanrice,username,philfoden and others

Y/i/n will always love and be proud of you and I will always be your biggest supporter ❤️

Tagged masonmount

Username i sant something like this 🥺

Declanrice ❤️

Username the best couple and family ❤️

Masonmount I love you so much ❤️ will always be grateful for you,Olivia and Finn ❤️🥰

^y/i/n I love you too ❤️😘

Username 🥺

Yourmom cuties ❤️

Liked by y/i/n

Username let’s hope that play this well all the way 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿⚽️

Liked by y/i/n

Username love how y/n’s account is an mason fanpage 🫶

^y/i/n it was a part off the deal for this marriage 😂

^masonmount stop lying😩 they will believe you 🥺

^y/i/n I’m sorry 🥺 it was a lie I just love him this much❤️

^masonmount that’s better 😂❤️

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Masonmount we should take them to football more often if they fall asleep this fast ❤️🥰

Tagged y/i/n

Y/i/n being as excited as they where will take a toll on you ❤️ but look how cute they are 🥺

^masonmount I can only imagine, yeah I think we did a pretty good job ❤️😉

^y/i/n ooh you want there 😂❤️

Username my heart just exploded 🥺

Username imagine having mason as your dad 🤌

^Username and y/n as your mom 🤌

Yourmom my cuties ❤️

Declanrice you should be happy they look more like y/n they you 😂

^masonmount wow okey u see how it is 🥲

^declanrice kidding man, their a perfect combination 😄

^masonmount I'll take it 😂❤️

#instagram au #fake instagram #instagram imagine #mason mount instagram au #mason mount x you #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount #mason mount x y/n #football #soccer #world cup 2022 #football imagine

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Hi, just resending a request idea I had for Florence where the reader has their tonsils removed and Florence is taking care of them, and also uses it as an opportunity to try some new Cooking with Flo recipes that the reader could eat while they are recovering. Soup, ice cream, etc. Florence is constantly reminding the reader not to speak, and gives them a white board to communicate, but the reader just uses it to draw little doodles for Florence. 🥰😅

Sweet Honeycomb

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: Florence takes care of you after you’ve had your tonsils removed, even doing a little special cooking with Flo to make you smile.

Fluff | No Warnings | 1.1K |

AC: I decided to combine two requests that are similar, I hope that’s okay!! Xx

Florence sat by your bedside as you began to wake up from the anesthesia, she smiled softly at your tired state before she buzzed for a nurse to come check on you. A few hours ago, you had your tonsils removed. An hour's surgery and a few hours rest in hospital before the nurses and doctors were confident to send you home. Flo was given a list of things that you could eat, things to avoid doing and a script for pain killers that were to be taken when necessary.

You slept in the car on the way home, your body unable to stay awake for any more than 30 minutes as the anesthesia began to wear off. Once home, Florence made sure you were comfy in bed before she got you bottled water and your pain killers within arm's reach.

"Get some rest darling, I'm just going to be downstairs if you need anything" Florence smiled softly once more before placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Th-"

"Uh, Uh darling. No talking, you heard the doctors" she interrupted you, "I got you a mini white board for this reason, I'll go get it" she added before leaving the room for a few moments. Florence placed the small whiteboard with colored markers next to you, "if you need to talk, just write it down, okay?" she looked at you as you nodded slightly before grabbing the whiteboard and the blue marker.

"Thank you, baby" you wrote down then turned to it to face Florence. "You're welcome my love" she smiled, "get some rest".

While you caught up on some rest, Florence decided to try her luck and cook some of the foods you'd be able to eat. She knew how much you loved honeycomb ice cream but knew you wouldn't be able to eat it due to the honeycomb pieces throughout the ice cream, so, she decided to make her own homemade ice cream for you! Using honeycomb syrup for that flavor you loved so much. Of course, she was doing all this while keeping herself company with a special Cooking with Flo! She explained why and what she was making and even to her fan's surprise, she went live instead of using her stories for the popular trend.

"While the ice cream is doing its thing, let's make some mashed sweet potato and pumpkin! I'm going to use the leftover pumpkin that we didn't use in the roast dinner we had a few nights ago and of course, there three beauties were grown in my own garden!" She held up the 3 sweet potatoes to the camera with a proud smile on her face before she started to peel the skin.

You could hear Florence talking to herself downstairs and instantly knew she was doing another Cooking with Flo. You grabbed your trusty whiteboard and blue marker before getting out of bed and making your way downstairs. "Hi honey, you're awake!" Florence looked up and smiled at you, "I was just making you some mashed sweet potato and pumpkin for dinner" she added as she chopped up the pumpkin.

"That sounds so good! Do we still have any yoghurt left?" your message on the whiteboard read. "We should, I'll get some for you" Florence smiled as she finished up with the pumpkin.

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The rest of the afternoon you spent watching Florence cook the mashed sweet potato and the ice cream which you couldn't wait to dive into! "Awh! You gave Billie a little tutu!!" Flo coo'd at your little doodles of Billie. As much as Florence tried to keep her focus on cooking and giving her viewers some attention, it was hard for her to ignore you and how cute you looked sitting behind her phone unable to speak. Anytime you tried to speak she would hush you and point to the whiteboard as a reminder.

"Baby, come say Hi to all these jammy, jammy tarts!" Flo looked up at you as she checked the ice cream. It wasn't often that fans would see the two of you together but always loved it when you were. You grabbed your whiteboard and wrote "Hello" with pretty little doodles before walking in front of the camera and smiling as you showed the viewers your little greeting. The comment section went crazy with so many comments causing you to chuckle.

"Guys!! Don't make my baby laugh, they are meant to make as little noise as possible" Florence playfully shook her head at the camera as she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "You're stealing the show darling" she added with a kiss on your cheek as you smiled softly and lent into her hold as you wrote on the whiteboard again.

"I love you, thank you for looking after me honey!" you wrote. Florence smiled instantly, "I love you too my darling" she replied and kissed your cheek once again. The comments on the live were blowing up as Florence kept you in her arms and began to sway left to right slightly as you both read the comments you could. You draw more little drawings on the whiteboard which leads to Flo into a laughing fit. You did your best not to laugh but a few chuckles slipped out.

After a few more moments Florence said her goodbyes to her viewers before shutting off the live stream and putting her phone in her pocket. "Are you hungry my love?" she asked you as she grabbed two bowls from the cupboard. You nodded with a pout before writing another message on your board.

"How much longer do I have to be mute for?"

Florence chuckled, "honey, it's hasn't even been a day. We'll see how you're feeling in the morning, but the doctor said you might sound a little different for at least 2-4 weeks" she replied while she served you a bowl of the mashed sweet potato and pumpkin that was mashed to zero lumps so it would be smooth enough for you to eat. You frowned at the news, "don't worry my love, it'll be fine. We'll worry about tomorrow when it comes but for now, let's go watch some TV and cuddle" she smiled as she handed you your bowl.

Even though you hated that you couldn't speak right now, you were so thankful for Florence and how she was there for you. The food was so good! It gave you no pain at all and the ice cream was even better, you had two bowls of ice cream after you were able to convince Flo that the coldness of the ice cream was a relief on your throat.

"It's going to be a long 2 weeks but I'm glad I get to spend it with you" you wrote on the white board and showed your girlfriend. "You're adorable baby, come here!" she opened her arms wide for you to crash into, which you did. There you lay, cuddled up on the sofa while Florence ran her fingers through your hair while watching TV until you drifted off to sleep not feeling any pain, not when you while you were in her arms.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction

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noxsoulmate · 11 months

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I FINALLY WROTE WORDS 🥳

It took a little bit, but I think I'm finally back 🥰 thanks to everyone who voted on the poll last week, and a big thanks to @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @bonheur-cafe, and @ravens-words for this week's tag, I love you, my friends 😘 also, shout out to @detective-giggles because one line in here is an homage to one of her fics.

I did not expect the Chef/Firefighter AU - Friends with Benefits catching feelings to win, but here we are 😁

When TK’s voice comes from the door, Carlos immediately grabs a clean spoon to fill before turning towards him, holding it out.

“Perfect timing. Open your mouth.”

Instead of just following the order, TK raises one eyebrow, the grin around his lips already spelling trouble before he even starts teasing. “I thought you said no sex in the kitchen. But if you insist.”

Carlos simply rolls his eyes, lifting the spoon as he closes the space between them. Apparently, TK knows when not to push his luck, as he indeed opens his mouth, letting Carlos feed him. It takes a second, TK obviously taking in all the flavors, but then his eyes fall shut and the moan that leaves him would usually be enough for Carlos to reconsider the ‘no sex in the kitchen’-rule if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s eagerly awaiting TK’s judgment.

“Good?” he finally asks when TK swallows and still hasn’t opened his eyes or said anything.

“Are you kidding?” TK replies, finally looking back at him. “That’s the fucking best mashed potatoes I ever had – and I don’t even like those, usually.”

At that information, Carlos pulls a face as he returns to the mixing bowl. “Seriously? Who doesn’t like mashed potatoes?”

“Uhm, someone with a childhood trauma?”

Looking back over his shoulder with a skeptical raised eyebrow, Carlos sees that TK has followed him. And not only that, he’s already reaching for a clean spoon (Carlos might’ve once literally hit him on the fingers with a wooden spoon when TK had tried to get a second scoop with his used spoon, so now he certainly knew better) as he steps next to Carlos.

“But this here might just cure me from my trauma,” TK muses, getting an extra big scoop out of the bowl.

His moan is no less sinful as it was before and Carlos’ jeans definitely tighten at the sound of it. He’s intimately familiar with this moan and he plans on hearing some more of it tonight. First though, he has to feed the guy.

Chuckling, he plucks the spoon from TK’s hand, ignoring his protest and pushing him towards the little table in the corner.

“Go, sit down. I’ll put you a little bit of everything on the plate.”

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@chaotictarlos, @sgirl18, @firstprince-history-huh, @rangergurlgleek1211, @shadesofdeviant, @actuallysara, @paperstorm, @wtfuckevenknows, @lightningboltreader, @meditating-honey-badger, @just-inside-her, @alidravana, @morganaspendragonss, @lire-casander, @otter-love-asl, @ramblingdisaster73, @first-kanaphan, @xtltokio, @buckybarnesalways, @mangacat201

#tarlos #911 lone star #noxy writes #wip wednesday #chef/firefighter AU #friends with benefits catching feelings

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

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Take A Break | Austin!Elvis x reader

Request from anonymous: I know you’re probably super busy, but if you can, I would love to see a little snippet of the reader taking care of AB!Elvis. It could take place early in his career when he was constantly driving all the time to cities and small towns. Like maybe he’s sick or something, and the reader is like, “You HAVE to take a break!” Maybe have her tag team Elvis with his momma. Again, just a little idea. 🥰 Thanks for reading!

Elvis gets sick after all the traveling to his shows, and it’s up to you and his mama to help him get better 🤍

a/n: Wanted to get this request out while I work on some other projects! This was such a cute one to write, thank you so much for the request darling!!

Word count: 855 (a little shorter than usual, sorry y’all!)

Warnings: a couple swear words, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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Let’s get one thing straight: You were incredibly proud of your boyfriend, of course you were. His career was taking off just like he’d always wanted and you couldn’t be happier. He was doing shows at an almost concerning frequency, though. Elvis had just gotten back from a show out in Bowling Green, yet not two days later he was already packed and ready to leave for another show in Knoxville.

You pulled up to Graceland, ready to send him off and wish him well like you always did. He claimed that you were his good luck charm, joking that if you didn’t come to see him off then the show would undoubtedly be a failure.

You knocked on the front door, and his mother opened it, a slightly worried look on her face. Your smile fades as you take in her countenance.

“Hi, Mrs. Presley, is everything alright?”

“Hi, darlin’,” she says, stepping aside to let you in, “I’m glad you’re here, maybe you can talk some sense into him.” She leads you up to Elvis’s room as she explains, “He’s sick, yet he’s insistin’ on going to his show tonight! Poor boy doesn’t wanna disappoint the fans, but he’ll work himself to death at this rate.”

You sigh in understanding, “I’ve told him he needs to slow down and take breaks, but he loves performing so much… I’ll try to talk to him, see if I can do anything to help.”

She squeezes your hand, “Thank you, Y/N. I’ve got a couple things I wanna say to him right now, don’t mind me, alright?”

She opens his door to reveal your boyfriend bustling around his room, his guitar case and an open suitcase with clothes neatly folded inside sitting on his bed. He looks pale, you note worriedly, and your worry heightens as he turns and greets you.

“Y/N! Hey baby, thanks for comin’,” he grins, his voice scratchy, and as he comes over to hug you you notice he’s much warmer than usual.

“Elvis, what are you doing, you’re sick!” you frown, “You can’t be going off to do a show like this!”

“What? No I’m fine, baby,” he tries to assure you “I told Mama already, it’s just a little cold, it’ll be gone by the time I get there.”

“Elvis, I already told you I’m not gonna let you go off to a show in this state!” Gladys cries, moving his guitar case and suitcase off the bed, “You need to rest. You’ll reschedule your show, find another date.”

“Wha— Mama, I’m fine!” Elvis protests as she leads him over to lay down. “Y/N, please tell her I’m fine, this ain’t a big deal.” He turns to you beseechingly.

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m with your mama on this one,” you say, “You can’t do a show like this. You’re doin’ too much, you need a break.” You plead as you sit down on the edge of the bed and smooth his hair back from where it’s sticking to his forehead.

He looks like he wants to protest again, but looking between you and Gladys, he relents. “Alright,” he sighs, “I’ll ask the Colonel if he can figure out a way to reschedule.”

You step away as he reaches for the phone and begins explaining the situation to the Colonel. His manager clearly isn’t happy, but Elvis makes it clear that he won’t be able to make it to the show and eventually the Colonel agrees to figure out a different date.

The next few days are devoted to nursing Elvis back to health, forcing him to stay in bed despite his pleas to get up “just for a little bit.” You know the urge to get up and do something must be driving him crazy, but both you and Gladys are adamant that he has to wait until his fever’s gone.

The day finally comes where his fever breaks and his voice is back to its normal huskiness, and he practically leaps out of bed.

“Elvis, take it easy!” you urge as he races downstairs to the porch, you racing after him.

He stops in the foyer and turns to you, foot tapping, arm wiggling, the urge to simply move clear in every fiber of his being. His eyes soften, however, at the concern in your voice and he envelops you in a hug.

“Thank you for takin’ such good care of me, darlin’.”

“Always, baby.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tight, “I just… you work so hard, and I’m worried that one day you’re gonna push too far.” You lean back to look into his clear blue eyes, moving to cup his cheek. “Promise me you’ll slow down, please? I don’t care what the Colonel says, you need breaks, you need to take care of yourself.”

“I promise, sweetheart,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You don’t need to go worryin’ about me.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you laugh as he leads you out to the porch, the two of you basking in the Tennessee sunlight.

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A Great Mentor: Tattoos

A One Shot

Summary: Your daughter likes hearing about her daddy’s tattoos but doesn't understand why he doesn't have one for her. Partly inspired by an idea a lovely anon gave me 🥰

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Daughter

Warnings: None

Word count: ~1,200

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*Flashback in italics

“What about this one, daddy?”

You faintly hear your daughter’s voice as you begin to wake up. If you had to guess, it's probably the rustling of the bed that woke you up. Andy tries to contain Evie to his side of the bed in the mornings, but her inability to sit still usually overpowers his efforts.

“Umm,” you hear your husband hum after her question. That one means daddy was young and drunk and let his equally-drunk friend choose his tattoo, is what he wants to say. “I just thought that would look pretty on my shoulder. What do you think?”

“It’s ok,” she shrugs, tracing the dark black lines with her small finger.

By now, you’ve caught on that she's asking about his tattoos, and you almost laugh out loud at her blunt indifference. You want to speak up and agree with her knowing exactly which one that was about, but you always enjoy listening to their morning conversations, so you keep your back toward them and let them think you're still asleep.

“This one?” She moves on to a different one, pointing to some seemingly random numbers separated by a few dashes. “One… One… Two…”

“Good job, peanut,” he nods, giving her a reassuring look as she reads the numbers. “Keep going.” Waiting for her to be done, he tells her what it is. “That's a date–a day very important to your mama and I.”

The day of your first date. You knew that's the one she was on as soon as she started naming the numbers. You can vividly remember him proposing the idea for that one to you… mostly because that wasn't his first choice.

“Of course,” you laughed a little, shaking your head at the question he asked. He'd been getting tattoos long before he even met you; you weren't sure why he was asking if he should this time–basically asking for your permission. “I think they're hot. Why would I say no?”

“Because…” He drew the word out and you gave him a go-on look. “I'm thinking about getting your initials or something.”

You couldn't help the sudden laugh that escaped you, stopping what you were doing to look at him for a sign he was fucking with you. He just scoffed, letting out a confused laugh of his own.

“You're an idiot. Why would you do that?”

“Honey–” He found how appalled you were amusing if he was being honest. “What's wrong with that?”

“Don't you think it's bad luck or something?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, but his eyes narrowed on you. “You planning on leaving me or something?”

That got you to crack a smile again. “Shut up.”

“If you don't want me to, I won't.” He held his hands up in defeat. “That's why I asked.”

“Decide on something that isn't my name, and I might go with you,” you offered. “There's something I've been wanting to get too.”

He waited for you to elaborate, but instead you moved to leave the room.

“Okay,” he laughed. “You're not going to run yours by me?”

“No because it's not something stupid like a name,” you called out as you kept walking.

Since that's how it was going to be, he kept his new idea a secret too. Until the day you actually went to get them done. He could feel you staring at him as he parked in front of the studio, an expectant glare.

“The date of our first date,” he said, knowing exactly what you wanted him to answer.

Your gaze instantly softened when he looked over at you.

“Really?”

He jokingly cringed. “You're not going to veto this one too, are you?”

“No,” you laughed, reaching over to give him a reassuring pat on the leg. “No, I’m not. Why that date though? Don't people usually wait and do their wedding date or something?”

“I don't know.” He shifted a bit in his seat so he could face you better. “By then we’d been together basically six months, but it was a really weird six months without a label, and we'd been through a lot. I feel like things kind of fell into place for us come our first date.”

“You sap,” you smirked. “That's really nice.”

“So I have your permission for this one?”

You answered by leaning over to give him a quick kiss. “You have my permission.”

“Mom was with me when I got this one,” he tells her. “She got a tattoo that day too. On her arm.”

Before he can stop her, she's crawling over to you to look. He asks her not to wake you, but your laugh cuts him off.

“I’ve been awake,” you chuckle, rolling over to face them. “You guys are loud.”

He mouths a quick Sorry before Evie’s resting a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “Daddy said you have one too!” She points at his chest, telling you she means a tattoo.

“Right here.” You hold your arm out for her to see the small outline on the inside of your upper arm. “Angel wings. ‘Cause of the nickname daddy calls me.”

“Pretty,” she gasps, running her fingers over the dainty lines.

You can't suppress the urge to stick your tongue out at Andy. At least she thinks one of you has a pretty tattoo.

The expression on Evie’s face abruptly falls though as she turns back to her dad. “None for me?”

“No what for you, princess?” You both share a look, not sure what she's talking about.

“Ta-do.” Her lip quivers as she answers. “One for mama, but not me.”

Oh. He quickly gathers that she doesn't understand why he has one that symbolizes you but not her. Neither of you want a full meltdown this early in the day, so he quickly, but gently, pulls her back against his side while he reaches for his phone. “C’mere, I’ll show you something, sweetie.”

It takes him a second to find it amongst all the random pictures and videos he has of her in his phone, but he finally taps on it for her to see–a draft of a new tattoo.

“This is gonna go right next to brother’s,” he points to the left side of his chest where he has Jacob’s name. “That's your foot print from when you were a baby.”

She giggles at that, reaching out to touch the screen trying to make the picture bigger. Andy helps her so she can attempt to read her full name. She struggles because of the fancy typeface though, so he reads it for her.

Her eyes flicker to the spot he pointed to next to Jacob’s name as if she's trying to envision it.

“Do you think that'll be a good place for it?”

“Uh-huh,” she sniffles, snuggling closer against him. “Pretty, daddy.”

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Either trans Eddie or Steve, making the other kneel in front of the couch with their mouth wide open. Whoever you pick to have a pussy just going crazy rubbing their g spot and pulling their dick so they just keep DRENCHING the other with their squirt.

oh i love this one !! thank you for submitting it 🥰 hope you enjoy the read :)

this ficlet includes: mommy steve, transmasc steve (cock, dick, pussy, clit used interchangeably), pet play, desperate af puppy!eddie, masturbation, overstimulation, degradation, cock caging, orgasm denial

eddie hates when steve rides one of his many dildos instead of him.

hates it because that should be him making steve’s pussy creamy with arousal.

that should be him stretching steve’s hole open while stroking his perfect swollen dick between two aptly applied fingers

that should be him flicking steve’s overly sensitive nipples with the cool kiss of his new tongue piercing.

but eddie’s in trouble today.

eddie’s in big trouble so he’s been demoted to kneeling on the loveless floor.

bruises forming on his knees as he gazes up at his love in all his horny glory. forbidden to touch.

steve’s perched on the couch.

he’s thrusting a lavender colored dildo in and out of his pretty pink pussy. legs spread wide to take the toy deeper—it doesn’t help that it’s exactly the position he would be in if eddie was fucking him stupid on his cock.

and eddie’s so far gone into the hazy land of subspace that he doesn’t even realize how loudly he’s whining until steve yanks on the studded leash he’s holding in his free hand.

‘quiet puppy. mommy’s doing something important. you don’t want to distract mommy do you?’ steve’s tone is patronizing and that only makes everything worse for eddie.

he wags his ass back and forth where he’s seated on the floor.

arches his back to show off the fluffy black tail plug steve bought for his birthday last week. there’s a set of matching ears attached to his curls.

‘sorry mommy. i’ll do better mommy. didn’t mean to distract you.’

steve pounds his pussy harder with the silicone and the resulting squelch is enough to make eddie drool. a line of saliva drips down onto his trapped dick and the sensation makes him shake.

‘aw pup. you’re so cock dumb for me and i haven’t even touched you. are you jealous, baby?’ steve condescends and eddie watches through eyes green with envy as steve clenches up around his toy and moans delightedly, ‘so sad you’re gonna miss the opportunity to breed mommy today but that’s what happens when you misbehave and cum without mommy’s permission. you don’t get to fill up mommy’s belly today.’

eddie squirms, feels the cage grow tighter around his purpling erection. his tail brushes against the back of his balls and he practically falls over. ‘wanna suck mommy’s cock,’ eddie tests his luck by crawling closer to steve on the couch, ‘wanna be a good puppy and let mommy squirt down my throat.’

steve perks up at that and looks deep in thought as he removes the dripping dildo and rubs it through his well slicked folds. his cock jumps in pleasure as he taps the toy onto it and shivers indulgently. slick fluid seeps from his overused hole and his pussy is so fucking puffy it physically pains eddie to not have his face buried in it.

‘you wanna suck me off, baby boy?’ steve asks sweetly and if eddie had a single coherent thought left in his mind, he might recognize the glint of mischief in steve’s honey brown eyes.

‘yes, mommy. more than anything.’

‘close your eyes for me, then. i’ll guide you to my cock, sweet thing,’ steve coos, bending forward to stroke eddie’s jaw.

without thinking for a second, eddie complies and parts his lips anticipating steve’s sweet drenched cock on his tongue.

but of course that’s not what happens.

eddie feels something heavy push past his bitten lips and it’s confusing because his taste buds receive the ambrosial taste of steve’s cum but his mouth is far too full and obstructed to be actually taking steve’s cock.

he gags. chokes. slurps around the slippery silicone and whimpers pathetically because that’s not what he wanted.

‘open your eyes and look at me,’ steve orders and when eddie does blink them open he pays witness to steve harrington experiencing pure ecstasy.

steve is jamming the dildo down eddie’s throat. fucking his fist into eddie’s mouth along with it. and between his soaked thighs are his fingers. rapidly jerking his throbbing dick and bucking his hips to meet his hand.

‘ohh there’s mommy’s boy. there he is. needy little slut—you’ll take anything mommy gives you as long as it tastes like mommy’s pussy. dumb puppy can’t tell the difference.’eddie does his best to nod around the bulge in his throat.

‘i’m gonna let you breathe but i want you to keep your tongue out for me. can you do that, puppy?’ steve takes the dildo out of eddie’s mouth and tosses it to the side.

eddie gasps for air. sucks in as much oxygen as he lungs will allow and obediently holds out his tongue as steve’s requested knowing he’s about to get rewarded. he feels giddy. he giggles and wags excitedly despite the ache of his untouched dick.

stripping his cock, steve’s legs tremble and eddie feels his collar tighten up around his neck as steve uses it to hold on through the pleasurable shock of orgasm.

‘fuck, baby. you look so pathetic like that. g-gonna squirt all over your pouty little face,’ steve groans as he cums—drenching eddie’s awaiting tongue in filthy release.

‘now get up here and clean me up puppy.’

and a few minutes later, eddie makes steve cum again just like that. feeling like the luckiest puppy in the world.

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