#this soft big guy still living inside my brain
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Okay, so imagine it's weekend, you and Noah are home. He's been playing video games since he woke up, and you’ve been getting ready for a very important exam you have this week and you're tired of studying.
You just need something to help you relax.
Your bed is covered with your books, notebooks, and papers; you’ve been studying for hours. “I feel like my brain is about to fucking explode.. Aaaaaahh~” You say loudly as you throw your pen across the bed and lay on your back on the bed.
And you hear Noah shout, “What, babe?” from the living room, "Nothing,” you answer quietly while you're staring at the ceiling.
A few seconds later, Noah is standing inside your bedroom’s door frame, still holding his controller with the cat ear headphones that you bought him around his neck. “Something wrong?” He asks.
“I don’t want to study anymore,” you say in a whiny tone as you close your eyes and rub them from under your glasses. “I’m so fucking tired.”
You're tired, your head feels hot, and you can't read another fucking word.
When you open your eyes, you see Noah standing beside your bed, looking down at you. He leans a little to take your hand. “Wanna go grab something to eat?” he says as he rubs the back of your hand.
“Not really, I’m really tired." You say, looking up at him. You could say yes, but you want something else, you want something to help you relax, and then you'll think about food.
He leans a little more and kisses your forehead innocently. “Can I do anything to help?” he smiles.
You bite your bottom lip and narrow your eyes. “I mean..” you say as you reach under his shorts, “..you could do, a few things.”
He smiles at you and slowly sits on top of you while your hand is in his boxers, “I thought you were tired.” He raises an eyebrow and smiles.
"Oh, I am very very very tired,” you frown. “Mhmm I can see!” he says and puts the controller on the nightstand, then leans in to kiss you.
He caresses your hair and cheeks with his soft, big hands and kisses your neck. Your hands are now under his black shirt, exploring his back. He's warm, and his skin is soft. His nose smudges your glasses when you kiss him back. He’s still on top of you, kissing and sucking your neck. You can feel how hard he's getting; your hands are under his shirt, but you feel his hard growing on your soft belly, and with each move, you feel it more.
You both start moaning between kisses. In a quick move, you try to switch places with him, but he stops you. “Are you in a rush?” he says.
“I kinda am. Gotta study, remember?” Your books and notebooks are still covering most of the bed, you push them aside so you two can have more space.
He smiles and puts his hands under your oversized grey shirt. You're not wearing a bra, so his fingers reach your nipples after seconds. Your nipples are getting hard under his touch.
He pulls up your shirt and takes it off carefully. You're still under him, only with your red lace panties on. He's a big guy but he doesn't put any weight on you, the only thing he wants you to feel is his hard dick that he pushes onto your belly.
His thick thighs are keeping you locked and still. His black shorts are rolled up, and you can see the tattoos on his thighs. You run your hands on them and touch his hard cock.
He's kissing your neck now, coming down to your navel, kissing and licking your belly.
You're starting to get so wet now; you feel your warm arousal on your panties when they rub against your core. All you want is for him to take them off and put his hard cock inside you. You want to feel all of him inside you more than anything now. You don't like to wait but Noah always makes you wait.
Now you have one hand on the back of his head, almost grabbing his hair, you try to take off your underwear with your free hand cause you know he wants to take his time and isn't planning on giving you what you want anytime soon.
He sees you struggling to pull down your panties so he gets up to help you, leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs as he pulls them down. Then he looks at them. Your arousal has made the red fabric look almost crimson. He rubs his thumb on the wet spot. He looks even more turned on now, his breaths are getting heavier. He tosses your underwear to the corner, grabs you by your thighs, and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. the second he does that, you feel the cold air in the room on your wet core and you realize how wet you are, it makes you want to tell him to hurry because you can't wait another second, but before you can say anything, he's on his knees, opening your legs with his arms, pushing your legs as far away as possible. You feel his warm breath on your core. This is it, you can't wait any longer. You grab his head with both hands and press him on your core, and you let out the loudest moan.
He starts licking you, then licks your clit in a circular motion. You hear him trying to say something but you can't understand a word. Both of you have said only a few words since this started, but you don't feel like you need to talk, he's doing everything you want.
Your legs start to shake as he licks your clit faster and faster. You try to keep them still with your hands but it's not working so Noah helps you keep them still by putting them on his shoulders and holding them with both hands.
You're moaning so loud, “Please don't stop” you say between your moans.
He lets go of one of your legs and puts his index and middle finger on your hole's entrance, teasing you while he's sucking on your clit. You know if he starts fucking you with his fingers, you're going to cum, but you want his cock. You don't even know if he's going to give you his cock or not.
You're sure that by now his pre-cum has left a wet spot on his boxers, and you can't wait till you can feel him inside you. You're lost in your thoughts till you feel his fingers enter you, “You here?” He stops for a second and asks. You want to answer, but now he's moving his fingers back and forth, so it takes you a few seconds to nod your head and say yes.
With his fingers still moving inside you and going faster by the second, you know you can't last any longer than this. Your legs are shaking, your stomach is getting stiff and you feel the orgasm building so you open your eyes and look at him.
When he sees that you're watching him, he goes between your thighs again and licks your clit, but he's doing it slowly, “Cum for me babe,” he tells you. He's doing everything so slowly and wants you to watch him. You know how much he loves putting on a show, so you keep your eyes on him. You watch how his tongue is playing with your clit and then he pulls out his fingers and licks them off your arousal, it's making you crazy. He grabs your breast and slightly pulls your nipple, then puts his fingers inside you again. and this time, when he puts his tongue on your clit, your back arches and your eyes roll back. Your moans are louder than all the moans you let out this evening.
“I'm gonn-” And before you can tell him that you're going to cum, you feel it; you feel the sweet release, and your body finally relaxes.
He slowly pulls out his wet fingers and puts them in your mouth, “You came like you wanted my cock!” He tells you.
“I do” Is your quick answer after you lick his tattooed fingers “I still do.”
“And you'll have it if you pass your exam." He tells you teasingly and fixes your glasses on your face, “So you better get back to your books,” and kisses your forehead.
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Modern Day Hero
Joel Miller x fem!reader
Word count-4.6k
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), oral (f receiving), praise, riding, pre or no outbreak (can be read either way), single dad Joel with Sarah (no Ellie), neighbor!Joel, fluff, mutual pining, flirting, romance, only one bed, reader is a YA novelist, protective!Joel, reader is hinted to be more curvy but can be interpreted any way, happy ending, no use of y/n
Notes- Hi @miraclesabound it's your @pedrostories secret santa!!! I took a slightly different direction instead of full on fantasy au but I still incorporated some fantasy in here! I hope you like it cause this was very fun to write!
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A knock at the door jolted you out of your thoughts. The screen looked like a bright blur in front of your eyes as you adjusted them to the world around you. You didn’t even realize it, but hours had gone by since you looked away from your screen, too engrossed with the story you were working on to notice the passage of time. Another knock called your attention and you stretched your neck and arms as you stood up from your desk.
“Coming,” you called out to the front door.
You groaned as you moved your legs for the first time in hours and you made a mental note to take a break for a bit once you finished with whoever was at your door. As you swung it open, your breath caught in your throat as you came face to face with your neighbor.
“Joel,” you breathed… Your handsome neighbor who you secretly had feelings for.
Joel gave you an apologetic smile, “Hey,” his exhaustion was apparent in his voice, “Sorry to ask ya so last minute,” he gestured to Sarah, who stood next to him, “Would you mind watching her for the afternoon?”
“Hey!” Sarah greeted you excitedly.
“Hey Sarah,” you replied back with a sincere smile, “Come on in! My favorite houseguest is always welcome here,” you winked at her, “I’ve got some snacks in the kitchen, go help yourself.”
Sarah’s face lit up as she hugged her dad goodbye and skipped inside. Joel mumbled a soft, “Be good,” to her before he turned to you and let out a heavy breath, “I owe you one,” he sighed, “I hate to put ya out like this but this job came up and I need the money and…”
“It’s no problem, Joel. Really,” you cut him off, “Trust me, I understand,” you nudged his shoulder playfully, “Go make that money, big guy.”
That made him laugh and Joel’s eyes darted down to the ground for a moment, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he met your gaze again, “I mean it, though. I owe ya, sweetheart.” With that he hurried over to his truck and drove off.
The nickname took your breath away and your mouth hung open as your brain short circuited for a moment. You stood in the doorway and waved him goodbye as you watched him drive off. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you imagined that you were more than just neighbors… friends. You imagined that he kissed you goodbye and promised he wouldn’t be home too late. You imagined that you would make him dinner and you and Sarah would wait until he came back home.
But he wasn’t yours to have. You and Joel had lived next to each other for a couple years now. Over time, you became friends and you were more than happy to watch Sarah any time. Some nights, you all would hang out together and watch movies, and you always stuck together at neighborhood block parties. But it was never more than that.
You let out a heavy sigh as you closed the door and went inside where you found Sarah on your couch with a manuscript in her hands.
“Is this the new one you’ve been working on?” she asked.
“Yeah,” you sat down next to her, “It's the rough draft. I haven’t gotten a chance to look at my editor’s notes yet.”
“Can I read it?” Sarah asked, batting her eyes like the way her dad sometimes did.
Grinning, you nodded, “How can I say no to that face?” you laughed softly, “Let me know what you think.”
Sarah’s face lit up as she buried herself in the book. Ever since she found out you were a young adult novelist, she always eagerly awaited the next book you had for her to read. Joel definitely appreciated that you made her so interested in books and reading too. Plus, it helped that Sarah seemed to enjoy the same fantasy stories you liked to write, so having a young perspective helped you. You were sure that your writing improved when she started reading your novels and giving you input on them too.
Yet another reason to be grateful for your neighbors.
“I’m gonna go fix us something to eat while you read. Make yourself at home, Sarah.”
She always did, kicking off her shoes at the door and settling onto your couch, “Thanks!” she replied from behind the book, which she was already clearly engrossed in.
“I’ll start with some hot chocolates I think,” you said, more to yourself than to her, as you busied yourself in the kitchen.
Hours passed and the sun set long ago, yet Joel still wasn’t back. You had made you and Sarah dinner and sat with her for a bit before you went back to working on your next novel, the sequel to the draft she was reading, in fact. It was well after midnight when a knock at the door startled you and made Sarah bolt awake from where she fell asleep on your couch.
“Must be your dad,” you told Sarah as you went to answer the door.
“Hey,” Joel sounded tired, “Sorry I’m so late.”
“I was starting to think you forgot about me,” Sarah teased as she gathered her things.
“Now that hurts,” Joel feigned heartbreak, “Let’s go, baby girl.”
You snorted softly as you bid Sarah goodnight.
“Can I finish your book tomorrow?” she asked before she left, “I think this is my favorite one you’ve ever written!”
The compliment genuinely warmed you, “Of course,” you told her, “And then you can read the second one when it’s done,” you winked at her.
Sarah’s face lit up as she hugged you and bounced over to her house.
“She really liked them books of yours,” Joel commented with a grin, “I’m glad she’s been reading so much, though.”
“She’s a good kid,” you said, “How was the job?” you asked.
“It’s money,” he replied.
“That good, huh?”
Joel scoffed. His frown furrowed his brows for a moment before he looked you in the eyes and his face softened, “Thanks again for watchin’ her so late.”
You smiled back at him, “It’s no problem,” you replied in a hushed tone.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Joel reached for you, as if he wanted to hug… or maybe even kiss you, but he stopped himself. Instead, he just nodded and patted your shoulder before he went home to his daughter, leaving you in your doorway dumbfounded.
*
It was the middle of the night a few days later. Feeling accomplished at finishing your edits for the novel you let Sarah read, you crashed fairly early. You had been working hard on this novel, and it was quickly becoming your pride and joy. So you let yourself rest for the first time in weeks. But, as fate would have it, you wouldn’t rest for long.
A loud crash jolted you awake with a gasp. You sat up in bed, listening if you could figure out what the sound was, when another hiss and pop startled you. Quickly, you got out of bed and ran towards the direction of the sound, which sounded like it came from your basement.
To your dismay, when you turned on the basement light, you saw what the commotion was. A pipe burst in your basement, and everything was flooding. Panic coursed through your veins as your hands shook. Nothing like this ever happened to you before, and between your overwhelming emotions and your panic, you had no idea what to do. And it was the middle of the night, who would you even call?
You grabbed your phone and dialed the only number you could think of.
Joel’s phone rang on his bedside table, causing him to wake with a start. He groaned for a moment before he realized it was a call, and he reached for it with dread as his first thought was of his daughter, “Hello?” he answered with a low gravelly voice.
“Joel?” your voice was on the other end, sounding meek and scared.
He breathed your name as he sat up, “Everything alright?”
“I’m sorry to call in the middle of the night,” you stumbled over your words, “My basement is flooding and I don’t know what to do…”
“Hang on, I’ll be right over,” Joel replied with no hesitation.
He rushed over as fast as he could, and Joel was thankful you were right next door. He burst in your front door and immediately gathered you in his arms, “It’s alright,” he cooed, “I’ve got this.”
You stood in a daze, unsure what to do as Joel got to work. The first thing he did was turn off your water, stopping the rushing water. Then he called the emergency line and let them know what happened and got to work draining the standing water. When backup arrived, he helped them, taking the lead for you.
“Hey,” Joel was suddenly in front of you, his hands on your shoulders, “That’s all we can do for now,” he said, “The water’s all gone but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay here until it gets cleaned out,” he paused, “Why don’t you stay at my place tonight and I’ll help you finish this tomorrow.”
Your eyes went wide as your mind raced, but you also couldn’t turn him down, “Ok,” you whispered.
Joel kept you at his side as he led you back to his house. You were sure he was telling you more details about what happened and what he did to fix it, but you didn’t absorb any of what he said. All you could think about was his large, strong hands on you and how he jumped in to help with no hesitation. It made your heart pound in your chest that it took you a moment to realize you were standing in his bedroom.
“What?” you asked, realizing that he said something important to you.
Joel just smiled softly, “I said Sarah’s out at a sleepover tonight so it’s just us. But I don’t have a spare room, so you can take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“No,” you replied quickly. When he looked at you confused, you clarified, “I mean… I don’t mind…” you felt your skin heat up and your head spun.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you breathed. You paused for a moment, “Sorry to put you out like this…”
“Now don’t you start that on me, sweetheart,” Joel interrupted you, “You ain’t putin me out at all.”
The care in his voice made your heart melt. You swallowed hard and nodded before you looked at his bed, “What side can I take?” you joked to cover your nerves.
Joel grinned.
You settled in easier than you thought you would. You felt safe with Joel, there was no question there. But, after imagining what it would be like to be in his bed for so long, it made your heart pound to actually be here. Letting out a deep breath, you tried to calm your racing mind. The bed dipped as Joel got in on the other side, and you each laid with your back to the other.
The two of you laid together in silence before Joel broke it, “So,” he sighed, “Sarah told me about that new book you wrote…”
You pressed your lips together as your heart pounded in your chest, “Did she like it?” you asked in a hushed tone, suddenly nervous.
“She loved it,” Joel let out a soft laugh, “Where’d you get the idea for it?”
“Oh,” you breathed, “It just comes to me I guess.”
An unspoken question lingered in the air: “Who did you base the hero off of?” You were sure Sarah told Joel about each character, and you were sure that the hero would feel familiar to him…
Instead, Joel decided not to ask, as much as the question nagged at his mind. He let out a deep breath before he murmured, “Night, sweetheart.”
You felt a flutter in your chest before sleep took you. As you slept, you dreamt of the plot of your novel, only you were the main character. In your dream, you were a princess, the daughter of the king. You and your family were well respected and beloved by your people. You dreamt of the balcony in the castle that you described so vividly and you looked out over your kingdom on a beautiful, sunny day.
Then, you were out in the streets of your kingdom. In disguise, you loved to secretly mingle with the people as equals. Their craftsmanship always fascinated and inspired you, and you loved to wander the markets. That was where you met him: the blacksmith. Joel Miller. He worked diligently on the sword in his hands, and you watched him as he formed the most exquisite sword you had ever laid your eyes on. Even the knights in your royal guard didn’t have weapons this grand.
Following the plot of your novel, you and the blacksmith with Joel’s face met and quickly fell in love. He soon discovered that you were the princess, but it didn’t change his feelings for you. Nor did his status mean anything when it came to your heart. As the two of you fell deeper in love, the novel’s villain, the evil wizard that worked for your father and secretly tried to steal his throne, tried to steal you away. The blacksmith Joel- your hero- fought against all odds to rescue you, and the two of you rode away to your happily ever after in the sunset…
Suddenly, you woke up with a weight across your body, and for a moment you were confused. But a snore from Joel reminded you of your current situation. You held your breath as you fully opened your eyes and adjusted to the low light of the moon through the window. You still stayed on your side, but Joel had rolled over in his sleep and slung an arm around you.
Your heart pounded as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. He groaned in his sleep as he clutched you tighter, and it made you gasp. Not out of discomfort or fear, but from the yearning in your heart.
The noise you made must have woken Joel, who was accustomed to always listening for any sign that Sarah needed him, and he woke up with a low grumble. It took him a moment to realize what he did in his sleep, and once he did, Joel shot awake.
“Shit,” he muttered as he pushed himself off of you, “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“It’s ok, Joel,” you whispered as you turned over and faced him. I don’t mind, you thought to yourself but didn’t voice out loud.
He looked flustered, even as sleep clung to his features. As you took in the sight of him in the moonlight, you noticed the mess of his hair and the softness around his eyes. And it only made Joel more beautiful to you.
“I uhh,” he started, unsure of what to say to break the tension that hung between the two of you.
“Joel…” you started, also unsure of what to do. Part of you screamed to confess your feelings, but the other part was scared of what that would mean. “He was you.”
“What?” Joel asked as he shifted to sit up in bed.
“The hero of the story, the blacksmith that falls in love with the princess and saves her,” your voice was meek as you confessed, “I based him off of you,” slowly, your eyes turned to meet his.
Joel whispered your name, “Listen I…”
You stared deep into his eyes as he struggled to find the right words. Joel’s gaze darted around the room until it landed in your face, and instead of voicing it with words, Joel turned to action. He scooted himself closer to you and cupped your face in his large hand. It was warm, and you let out a breath as you leaned into his touch.
Joel pulled your face close to his until his lips hovered over yours, “You know you can stop me, right?” his voice was low as he whispered against your skin.
“I know,” you replied in just as soft a voice as you made no move to stop him.
A smirk lit up his face for a moment before he closed the small space between your faces, taking your lips with his in a soft yet heated kiss. You leaned into him as you reached out and clung to his shoulders and parted your lips to deepen the kiss- an invitation he eagerly took.
Things quickly heated up from there as Joel groaned into you, kissing you passionately. All the tension from the unspoken emotions melted away as your tongues tangled together. Neither of you needed the words spoken out loud- the kiss told more than enough for both of you.
Joel gently pushed you down onto your back as he climbed over you, all the while never breaking away from your lips. You moaned into him as you let him take control. The feeling of Joel on top of you was even better than when he held you in his sleep. Before you even realized your movements, you bucked your hips into his, signaling you wanted… needed more.
“I got you, baby,” Joel groaned softly into your ear as he kissed his way down your neck, tugging at your clothes as he did so.
“Joel…” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut and inch after inch of your skin was exposed to him.
“Shit baby,” Joel growled as he slipped his own t-shirt off, “You’re gorgeous,” his tone was low as he pushed his sweat pants down, freeing his cock.
Your eyes snapped open as you saw Joel, bare before you. Your lips parted as a heavy breath escaped your lips and you drank in the sight of him. The moonlight highlighted his features perfectly, and he looked more handsome than ever.
“So are you, Joel,” you breathed as you tried to push yourself onto your elbows and reach for him.
He took your hands gently and guided you back down onto your back, “Let me, sweetheart.”
A whimper escaped your lips as he settled between your parted legs, wriggling himself down your body and kissing every inch of skin on the way. Joel took his time, gently kneading and kissing your breasts, worshiping your body as he made his way to your pussy.
You quickly turned into a moaning, whimpering mess as Joel’s tongue ran along your nipple while his rough hands cupped your breasts. Already, he made you feel so good, but the more he kissed your skin, the more your need grew. Thankfully, though Joel didn’t rush, he still knew what you wanted and he broke away from your breast with a pop before he knelt down between your legs.
He paused and looked back up at you for a moment, and his cock twitched with desire as he saw the lustful look on your face. Your mouth hung open to let the heavy breaths out, and laying naked in the moonlight you never looked more stunning to him.
“I’m gonna take care of you, baby,” he groaned before he dove into your body.
You couldn’t even answer when you felt his hot tongue on your folds, licking and sucking at your pussy with fervor. Any thoughts vanished and all you could think of was Joel and how good his tongue felt. Your head dropped back and you screamed with pleasure, your hands clinging and clawing on Joel’s bare shoulders.
Joel slurped loudly as he let himself go. Any inhibition was gone the moment he tasted you, and instantly he was addicted. And the sounds you made only added to the moment. Joel only got harder and harder the louder you cried out. His hands grabbed onto your thighs, kneading your soft flesh as he kept them parted wide.
“Fuck… Joel…” tears filed your eyes as your body felt like it was floating.
He groaned into you and only licked harder and faster at your clit, determined to send you over the edge. As much as Joel wanted to talk you through your climax, he couldn’t break away from you even if it were for his last gasp of air. No, Joel wasn’t going to break away until you came into his mouth.
Joel didn’t have to wait long, though, and with just a few more precise flicks of his tongue, you came hard, screaming loudly. One hand flew into his hair, tugging at the thick locks while your legs shook on either side of him. Joel’s hips bucked against the bed on their own, field by your moans and screams as you rode out your climax on his face.
With a loud gasp, Joel finally let go of your pussy. His hands stayed on your legs as he watched you come down from your high, his eyes blown dark and wide with need. Heavy breaths from both of you filled the room as Joel stared at you.
When you finally opened your eyes, you let out a sharp breath before you froze under his gaze. Joel never looked at you like that before, though you imagined that look on his face a hundred times before.
“Joel…”
He pounced forward, taking your lips with own, cutting off whatever you were going to say. Both of you moaned into each other as you clung to the other in your feverish kiss. Joel took the opportunity while you were lost in the kiss to flip your bodies over in one swift movement. You yelped into his mouth as you suddenly found yourself straddling him, looking down on his handsome face.
“Are you sure?” you asked in a whisper, feeling nervous about being on top of Joel.
“I’m sure, baby,” Joel groaned as his hands caressed up and down the sides of your body, “Let me see you ride me, baby.”
The twitch of his cock against your body made you whine, and any insecurities you had disappeared. Placing a hand on his chest, you leaned forward and took his cock with your free hand. Joel’s eyes went wide and he let out a low groan as he watched the moonlight highlight your pussy as you hovered over him.
Joel moaned your name as his hands went to your hips, giving them a squeeze before he helped guide you onto his length. Your eyes met his for a moment before you looked back down, watching as you slowly sank down on the thick length.
His eyes never left you, and he gritted his teeth as the tip of his cock entered your body. Your heat engulfed him, and he couldn’t help the groan he let out as more and more of you wrapped around his cock. You hissed as you adjusted to the stretch, but Joel murmured encouraging words in a low tone to help.
“Look at you, baby. Takin’ me so good like that,” Joel growled, “Fuck you’re so beatiful…”
As your hips met his, you let out a loud gasp as he filled you more than you had ever been filled before. “Fuck… Joel…” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth.
“Shit, sweetheart,” Joel’s grip tightened on your hips. Caressing your body, Joel’s hands moved back to your ass, squeezing it even harder and making you moan. “That’s it, baby.”
You blinked your eyes open for a moment before shutting them again. All you could do was moan; words failed you. Slowly at first, you lifted your hips a bit before lowering them again, causing you both to gasp. Joel grunted as you repealed the action.
“Fuck…” you moaned as you picked up your pace.
Leaning forward, your hands landed on Joel’s chest, gripping his pecs as you rode him faster and harder. Already sensitive from having cum once, it took you no time to feel the tingle build from the base of your spine as Joel’s cock entered you over and over again.
“Joel… I’m gonna…”
“Fuck… Me too, baby,” Joel’s hands ran up your sides to grab you and yank you down.
Crashing your lips together, Joel thrust his hips up into you from below, matching your rhythm as your climaxes quickly built until you both exploded at the same time. He swallowed the moan you let out as your body trembled overtop of him and your inner muscles squeezed his cock. Joel grunted as he gave one last harsh thrust and came right after you, spilling himself into you as he held you tightly.
With one last heavy breath, both you and Joel flopped down onto the mattress in a heaving, sweaty mess. You rested on his broad chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat against your ear. Neither of you moved for several moments, just savoring the connection you still had as your breathing returned to normal.
“Hang on, baby,” Joel broke the silence as he wrapped his arms around you once more, “I got you.”
You whimpered as he slid out of you, but you never left Joel’s embrace. He settled you next to him, much like you were before. Only this time, you faced him, and Joel held you with intention. The two of you slipped into place as if you had been together for years. It just felt right… for both of you.
“Joel,” you whispered as sleep started to take you, “I…” you let out a soft snore before you could finish your thought.
Joel grinned as he kissed the top of your head and whispered to your sleeping form, “I know, baby,” he spoke lowly, “Me too.”
*
Sarah let herself in with her key and bounced up the stairs. Fully expecting to find Joel alone, she burst his door open and loudly announced, “Dad, I’m home,” before she froze in her tracks. She was taken by surprise to find you in her father’s bed, snuggled close in his arms.
Joel gasped awake and shot upright, “Sarah!” he glanced over and made sure you were covered as you too woke up with a gasp, “What are you doing home so early?”
“It’s noon,” she replied with a mischievous smirk, “It’s about time you two had your own sleepover.”
“Sarah…” Joel chastised her, but she already left the room.
Joel collapsed back down onto the bed with an exasperated sigh, “Shit,” he mumbled before he turned to you and met your gaze. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment before you both burst into laughter. He pulled you close and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before leaning you down onto his chest.
“Guess we should get up, huh?” you asked with a soft giggle.
“Yeah,” Joel agreed as he reluctantly let you go.
As you both dressed with your back to each other, your glance over and your breath caught in your chest as you saw Joel’s bare back in the sunlight. He must have felt your eyes on him, or he wanted to sneak a glance at you too, because he looked over his shoulder right after you did. Smirks lit up both your faces as you went back to dressing.
“Hey Joel,” you broke the silence this time.
“Hmm?”
“Thanks,” you spoke in a hushed tone, “For everything.”
Joel finished dressing and walked around the foot of the bed to take you in his arms once more, “You aint never gotta thank me for anything, baby,” he murmured, “I’ve always got you.”
You smiled and closed your eyes contently, “I picked the right man for my hero then… blacksmith.” you snickered at your modern day hero.
“Yeah, yeah,” Joel rolled his eyes playfully as you both took your first steps to the bright future.
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But like the ship trope where PERSON A looks like a childish brat on the outside but is actually the stable, mature one in the relationship
while PERSON B is the opposite wherein they’re super stoic, cool-headed but is actually super petty and aggressive at times.
tw/cw: soft yandere themes, seggs but not explicit
😤🫸🏽🫷🏽
That but with Villain and/or Vigilante! Reader and Yandere! Damian.
I’ve seen this a lot in Damian Wayne works so credits go to those amazing writers that inspired me to have my own take on this!! A lot of this is just a rehash/amalgamation of what people have already written but with some of my input and thoughts…lots and lots of thoughts.
Anyways, you seem like the type of person to ruin another’s life for the sake of it. Just your wicked whims. You’re notorious for stealing massive amounts of properties or (in case of Vigilante) beat if not kill people who you deem unredeemable.
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DONT GO BEYOND THIS POINT
VER I : I’m thinking second gen Catwoman/Batman + CatNoir/Ladybug (both the OG anime concept and the series) dynamic, just gn reader.
You’re always clinging unto to Robin/New Batman. Saying sweet nothings and flirting with him, if not full on making out/having sex with the vigilante. You like the dude, really. But your heart remains with Damian Wayne. Robin/Batman just really reminded you of him sometimes.
Hatefucking. Hatefucking happens a lot. Robin/Batman loves pinning you to the walls/floors of alleyways before you two get down and dirty.
Whereas, people (namely his fellow vigilantes) think he’s done with you, but he’s probably the biggest [Villain Name] fanboy out there.
He knows basically everything about you except your true identity. Which is somehow completely inaccessible to him.
Little does he know that it was actually his own doing, locking your civilian self’s private information as a favor between friends.
But because of this he misunderstands and thinks you’re even more of a genius or something because you managed to outwit him!! You!! Are!! So!! Damn!! Amazing!!
Damian acts cold with everybody. He’s a brooding guy. He doesn’t express much. Only about 1% of what he’s feeling actually gets put into action and/or words.
So the fact that he insists on taking on missions where he has to face you, assists you if you aren’t harming anyone, or actually indulges in your flirtation is a big thing.
So it’s safe to say when he found out you liked someone else other than him, that you were just using him to get yourself to feel better about not having said dude he gets petty.
You two used to have this pact, to never interfere with each other’s civilian lives and to respect your secret identities (of which he’s tried to breach remotely several times). But all that goes up in flames as he stalks you after a heist. Following you home.
He finds out about your secret identity, your ‘unrequited’ love for him, and you two begin dating. But you’re still oblivious about his other identity.
Damian kinda has a kink for it ngl. Like he’ll charm you as Robin/Batman even as you tell him you’re already dating someone else.
Like it’s so adorable how you keep resisting him, telling him how much you love his civilian counterpart.
But then he still proceeds to fuck your brains out as a Vigilante.
Man didn’t know he was into roleplaying until this moment. Like he’ll murmur stuff like “You say you love him, but nothing beats this. I’ve already carved a place inside you, Beloved. A place shaped in my image.”
Or “Where did your ‘undying love’ go, hm? Nowhere. You’re right back with me. Complete undone within moments of my touch.”
Things go a little awry though when you, ever the mature/communicative one in the relationship attempt to break up because Robin/Batman is leaving you confused as to how you truly feel. In addition to you not want to cuck your beautiful (soon to be ex) boyfriend any longer.
VER II: Is more on Vigilante x Vigilante. Similar to the one above except your relationship is a lot more professional and less hate-fuckey. You know of each other’s civilian/vigilante selves.
You’ve always admired Damian. Despite being quite close in age, you always saw him as a younger brother if not like a son almost. Witnessing him grow up and mature alongside you.
But your doting nature always came off a tad bit romantic. Flirtatious even. You tended to be a playful person after all. Hell you even call him Babe or Baby like that’s totally normal for you to call friends that.
A lot of your friends and colleagues always laugh at Damian’s expense whenever you arrive to come nag and/or flirt with him. It’s honestly hilarious. Judging from his murderous aura, people always thought that he wanted you 6 feet under.
The truth of the matter was that his glares and thoughts of murder were all directed to everyone else but you.
Damian never felt so at home and at peace with anyone or anything but his pets in life.
He’d be damned if anything happens to you.
Still, it frustrates him. He knows that you only see him as sibling almost. That you’d die for him but never date him. That despite your honeyed words he’s probably neck deep in the friendzone.
And so to the absolute surprise of everybody, he starts flirting back.
e.g. murdering those who slighted you and/or gazed upon your visage for too long, delivering their remains to your doorstep, amongst a bouquet flowers of course, and the occasional chocolates
You eventually fall in love back, though you ask him to tone it down on the violence.
- might edit more soon, but for now adios!!!
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagine#yandere x you#yandere fic#yandere core#yandere robin#robin#robin x reader#yandere robin x reader#robin x you#damian#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#yandere damian#yandere damian wayne#yandere damian wayne x reader
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hiii situations part 3???
Situations 3
Situations 1, situations 2, 4, 5, 6, 7
It was finally your first day off in like 9 weeks, you finished all your work, your boss wasn’t there for the weekend and you did every damn chore. So you decided to call some friends over for a movie marathon, while you thought of inviting Jenna you didn’t want to pressure her into coming when she had a lot to do.
Which led to you sitting on the couch in your apartment with 5 friends, there were snacks, drinks, blankets, a bit of weed and even more importantly all 5 scream movies. You have only watched the first two and that was a long time ago but your friends were big fans causing you to agree when they suggested these movies.
“So, whose the new chick?” Mia, a girl you knew since middle school, asked as you quickly replied Jenna while getting snacks. “Not a chick, a girl I met a couple of weeks ago, she’s nice” you answered and kept pouring the chips into the bowl. “Do you guys have something or not?” Something about her tone and attitude was off, but you didn’t really thought about it, as you guessed it was because you didn’t immediately tell her. “Undefined” was the only thing you told her, walking past her with the bowl and phone in hand.
“What took you so long?” Mike, your best friend for about 3 years, asked when you reentered the living room and threw yourself onto the couch right next to him. “Mia still had to interrogate me” the group grinned before Joey spoke up. “Well, you can’t really be mad when you leave us hanging like that” Mia nodded while Mike tried to keep out of the discussion. “Don’t be annoying guys. I will…” you were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “I’ll be back” you told them before answering the door.
“Jenna, what are you doing here hun?” You asked as soon as you opened the door. Not that you didn’t like the fact that she was there, it was more that you were surprised. “I’m sorry, I wanted to text you but my phone died and work was really exhausting, physically and mentally, and I didn’t want to be home alone. I know I shouldn’t just…” she rambled as you looked down at her. “It’s alright, you never have to call or text before you come over. I was just surprised” the honesty in your voice shocked her over and over again, just like the way you cared so deeply about her. “Y/n, what is taking so long?” It was Mia, again.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you… had a girl over. I will leave” before your brain registered what she said she already turned around to leave. “Wait” your hand shot out and grabbed her wrist “I’m just having some friends over to watch some movies, why don’t you come inside?” Your voice was soft and caring, warming her heart more than she thought was possible. “Look, I don’t wanna intrude. It’s fine really” but you didn’t let go of her wrist, instead tightening your grip slightly. “I can kick them out if it makes you come inside” you let out a chuckle before turning serious again.
“I’m not good with new people” the sentence was barely a whisper but you heard it nonetheless and opened your arms for her as an invitation which she gladly accepted. “We will be watching a movie anyway and I will shut down any interrogation they start. Please, I wanna have you there” your grip around her waist tightened slightly to reassure her. You felt a nod against your shoulder before pulling away. “Come on” you softly grabbed her hand causing her to blush before she took a firm hold of your hand.
You led her into the living room where all your friends stared at her. “Guys this is Jenna, Jenna these are Mia, Joey, Paul and Mike. Jenna will be joining us this movie night so scoot over” your tone told them to be nice and quiet but Mia didn’t quite get along with your plan. “So this is the new chick?” It annoyed you, the way she called the girl next to you, sure you called some of the flings you had chick but Jenna wasn’t like them. “Mia. We talked about this, not a fucking Chick alright?! Now be quiet so we can start the movie” your voice was so sharp that the actress next to you was sure that ghost face could use it as a weapon.
After Mia finally shut up, the two of you settled down on the couch. “Hi, I’m Mike” greeted the boy next to you causing you to smile, he’s always been so polite. “Hey, I’m Jenna” she greeted back as your laid a blanket on top of the slightly shivering brunette which caused Mia to roll her eyes. “Everybody ready to start the movie?” When everyone nodded you pressed play and settled into the couch.
The moment your back hit the cushion the small girl next to you leaned into your shoulder, placing the remaining parts of your blanket on top of you. You slightly shifted your arm before looking at her for permission which was granted by a small nod, so you laid your arm across her shoulders. You stayed like that throughout the first movie, only occasionally moving to get snacks or drinks.
“Do you want something to drink hun?” You asked Jenna as you stood up. “Whatever you’re having is fine, thank you” you nodded and made your way to the kitchen leaving the girl alone with your friends.
“I think you two should finally fuck” Jenna’s mouth dropped slightly when she heard Mia talk to her. “I-I’m sorry?!” From now on she just counted down the seconds for you to come back. In the meantime Mike tried to tell Mia to keep quiet, “oh come on, we all know it, she’ll fuck her and then leave her. Like she always does” Jenna looked around to see Paul on his phone not minding the conversation, Joey looked down ashamed with a slight nod while Mike shook his head. “Mike, where’s the restroom?” Her voice was small as her eyes brimmed with tears. “Down the hall, last door on the right” he received a small ‘thanks’ before the girl was gone.
A minute later you reentered the living room to see Jenna gone and Mia grin. “Mikey, where’s Jenna?” You asked him trying to ignore Mia. “Bathroom” the guilty look on his face told you everything. Without another word you made your way to the end of the hall.
“Jenna?” You softly knocked as you leaned against the doorway but didn’t receive an answer. “Darling, what’s wrong? Come on, talk to me” you gently spoke as you rested your head against the door. After some shuffling and a small sniffle she finally spoke up. “I’m alright” the tone in her voice, the way it shivered and how you could hear here breathing even on the other side of the door mad wir pretty obvious that she wasn’t alright. “You’re not. So please, open the door so I can see your pretty face when you tell me why I’m beating up Mia” you heard a small teary chuckle before the door opened slightly, allowing you to sneak in.
“Oh hun, what happened while I was gone? What did they say?” It was quiet for a moment before her face turned mad. “Is fucking me your only goal? Will you leave after I let you?!” To say you were shocked was an understatement, a big one. “I-Wh-What are you talking about?” You played with your fingers while you waited for her to answer. “Mia said that’s what you always do, so why not with me? Just be honest about it”
“I don’t know what she told you but it’s not true. First of all, I don’t fuck with peoples feelings, not on purpose at least, and second, if I just wanted to fuck you, you would have known from the first day” you were serious, she could see it in your eyes and the way you talked. “Promise?” You nodded extending your pinky, “pinky promise” after you linked your Pinkies you pulled her closer to you. She was quick to melt into your arms.
“Guys, hurry! I wanna watch the next movie” you heard Paul call out causing you to laugh while parting from the smaller girl. “I promise that I’m never going to leave you” you held eye contact for a moment before linking your pinkies again to pull her back to the couch. By now her tears stains were gone and her eyes back to normal.
“You okay with cuddling?” You carefully asked as you sat down. “Yes please” her voice was small as she cuddled into you before you gave her the drink you got for her. “Well, let’s start this” Mike pressed play chasing everybody to sink back.
You watched until the fourth one when you decided it was time for everyone to eat something. “I’m gonna get everyone something from the restaurant two blocks from here” you told everyone before turning to the girl next to you, “they have great vegan options”
This time you were smarter than before and asked Jenna to come with you after calling the restaurant. So here you were walking down the street pinkies still linked, you felt her watching you over longer periods until you spoke up. “I haven’t been in a relationship for a while, I moved here after my life in New York fell apart and I was scared to start something with someone and I haven’t met anyone for a while with whom I wanted to start something” you explained as you looked at her. “Mia didn’t quite agree with that lifestyle for the last couple of weeks, it came pretty suddenly. I don’t know why she’s like that, I’m sorry” you finished as you came to a stop in front of the restaurant. “Thank you for telling me”
After you two got the food and Jenna took around a hundred pictured with fans you finally made your way back to your home. “Guys! We have to food” you called out as you pushed your shoes to the side.
After you ate you decided to watch the last one and you were pretty surprised to see the pretty brunette next to you in the movie as she tried to do everything but watch the movie. “Why didn’t you tell me you were staring in this one?” You asked her quietly to not disturb the others. “It’s uncomfortable! I hate watching myself” she whined and buried her head in your shoulder causing you to giggle. “We can watch something else in my room. Everybody but Paul and Mia are asleep anyway and they’re staying here for the night” you explained. “Well then, let’s go. Then I will text someone to pick me up” she said as the two of you stood up. “Or, you could sleep here too” she grinned before answering. “We will see about that”
Twenty minutes later you sat on your bed in a jogging trouser and a shirt while Jenna was in the bathroom with some of your clothes getting ready to stay the night. She came out in an oversized hoodie and some shorts before throwing herself next to you.
That night you fell asleep next to girl forgetting about your, so called friend, in the living room
#reader insert#brooooswriting#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega#wednesday addams x reader
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This is a super rough draft and I'm working to polish it up for AO3 but have some childhood friends who kissed (no homo) second chance romance(?) Harringrove
I haven't posted anything in forever and this idea took over my body so uh I hope you like it? If you don't? Don't tell me lmao
Now I'm thinking about childhood friends Steve and Billy who practice kissing and whatever it's totally not gay. But Steve is like imagining their life after high school together, how they're gonna go to the same college and be roommates. Maybe if they get to kiss sometimes still that would be fine.
He tells Billy about it cause they're best friends and they tell each other everything. He thought Billy was on board. He helped Steve study, made sure he graduated.
So he's a little surprised when he gets to the school and Billy's Camaro isn't there cause he was running late but Billy always did like to make an entrance. Except Steve keeps checking down their row in the stadium and Billy never shows up. Doesn't come running onto the field when they call his name.
When he goes to return the cap and gown and pick up his diploma after the ceremony, the lady at the table check's her list and tells Steve "Looks like Billy picked his up the last day of class."
There's a big hole in the middle of Steve's chest that never really quite goes away. Not through college and parties or meeting his wife and getting married. Having his kids helps a bit but it's always there, sharp and jagged just like the boy who made it.
Steve focuses on work and raising his kids and maybe that's why his marriage falls apart. His wife handed him a big Manila envelope with sadness in her eyes. "You're a great dad and there's a part of me that will always love you, but I don't think you ever loved me, Steve, and I deserve better than that. We both do."
He agreed to everything, got split custody, and moved into an apartment in the city. It was beige and empty, but he covered it with pictures of his kids and ignored the way the hole in his chest started crumbling inward, growing every morning he woke up to silence until he felt hollow.
Steve got the kids for the summer and rented an RV. They were driving to California cause the kids had never seen the Pacific, he told his ex. She shrugged and sent them all off with hugs and kisses on the forehead. If a tiny voice in the back of his head called him a liar, he ignored it.
They ate at hole in the wall diners off the highway, but Steve splurged on hotels with pools cause sue him he was too high maintenance to live without soft sheets and good shower pressure.
Somewhere in Kansas or Colorado, Steve couldn't remember where they were right then, he saw the gas gauge getting low and pulling off at the next exit to find a place to get gas.
Steve almost ran a red light when he saw the sign at the convenience store on the corner. It had his brain lighting up like fireworks, memories of a past he didn't normally let himself think about crashing against the inside of his skull like waves.
There was no way. It was just a coincidence. He made sure the kids were fine and swung into the parking lot after the light turned green. "Dad's just a little tired. We'll find a place to check in after I fill up the tank."
The gas pump was old fashioned, not a single card reader in sight, and Steve shook his head with a chuckle, before rounding up the kids and heading inside. They dumped way too many snacks on the counter when they got to the front of the line. "Can I also get $40 on pump 3?" here told the guy behind the counter who was restocking cigarettes.
Short blonde hair, wide shoulders under a worn t-shirt, jeans so tight they molded to his ass and had Steve biting the inside of his cheek because he was in public, for fuck's sake.
He had to be really hard up if he was on the verge of making a spectacle of himself over some rando in a gas station. A grunt and the guy turned, pinning Steve with the brightest blue eyes Steve had ever seen.
Ones that haunted his dreams. "Billy?" he whispered, wallet slipping out of his numb fingers.
The guy who couldn't be Billy blinked at him, except he said, "Steve."
Robbie tugged on the hem of his shirt. "Who's that, dad?"
"Dad?" Billy repeated, sounding confused and a little accusatory. And seriously, fuck him.
"Just someone I used to know." He needed to get out of there before he made a scene of a different kind by jumping over the counter and punching Billy in his stupid, perfect face. "How much do I owe you?"
Billy's frown deepened. He bagged up all of the snacks, no longer meeting Steve's eyes and said, "Don't worry about it" when he handed them over.
Nope. He was not making it that easy. *You left. You left me. Why did you leave me?* clamored to get passed his lips, but Steve refused to be that pathetic when Billy obviously hadn't cared as much as Steve. He got his wallet off the floor and slapped his credit card on the counter, handing the kids the bags to hold.
Billy rolled his eyes, the way he had whenever they were kids and Steve did something Billy thought was stupid. They stood on silence except for the chatter of his kids and the bell chiming over the door when someone else came in. Steve took his receipt without a word.
"Come on, you two, let's go." He herded the kids toward the door, determined to walk out on Billy the way the other man had walked out on him, but Steve never did have much self control.
Billy was still watching him and their eyes met when Steve looked over his shoulder. "You know a good hotel around here?"
"There's a Best Western a few blocks down. Nicest place in town."
Was he imagining the question in Billy's eyes? Steve didn't know. Grace whined, "Come on, dad," the way only teenagers could and Steve let the door swing closed behind him.
Part of Steve was anticipating the knock at the door after the sun had set and the kids were both curled up in their beds. The other part called him an idiot for still holding a torch for the guy who broke his heart.
The rap on the door was soft, but Steve still jumped, tripping over his feet when he got off the couch.
There was Billy on the other side of the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, hands shoved into his pockets.
Mindful of his kids, Steve stepped outside, leaving the door cracked behind him, while they stared at each other, the weight of all the years between them.
Billy broke the silence first, pulling the cigarette from his mouth, ash flicked from the tip in a cascade of sparks. "Where's Mrs. Harrington?"
That was about all Steve could take. He shoved at Billy's chest, still as solid as it had been back in high school, the prick. Billy didn't budge an inch. "I got divorced last year."
Billy took a long drag, a quiet "Shit" exhaled on a cloud of smoke.
"Yeah." Steve took the cigarette from Billy like they used to. He hadn't had a drag in years and almost choked.
There was no laughter, no jibe at Steve forgetting how to smoke. Instead, one of Billy's hands rubbed circles against Steve's back. Just that one touch unlocked something in Steve, all the years of longing, of loneliness, of regret. He wrapped his free hand around Billy's waist and tucked his face into the other man's chest.
"Why?" It came out garbled and wet from his tears but Billy understood all the same.
His answer made his tears run faster. But it was okay because size Billy's arms wrapped around him, holding Steve together. "Because I loved you too much."
"You're a fucking asshole."
"I know."
"I loved you too."
"I know." Of course he had.
They stayed like that until Steve got himself back together, the cigarette left to snuff itself out on the concrete. His eyes red and puffy and Billy wiped the moisture off his cheeks with his thumbs.
Steve leaned into Billy’s calloused palms, pulling the scent of Marlboroughs and warm skin into his lungs. He sniffed loud, echoed by the crickets and the distant traffic. He needed to say something or else he’d start crying again because Billy was looking at him the way Steve always secretly dreamed Billy would look at him one day.
He wanted to know what the hell he ‘loved him too much’ to stay meant, but this thing—could he call it a thing? Robin would probably call him a dingus right about now—was too shaky, like a house built on a cliff during an earthquake.
So instead, he said, “You know I meant why’d you pick that name when I asked why, but thanks for the declaration, I guess.”
Steve felt Billy’s chuckle where their chests still touched. “Now who’s the asshole?”
And, okay, Steve really was curious because Billy had to be the one who owned that place and had the balls to slap Pretty Boy on the front of a building.
Which meant he thought about Steve and the nickname he bestowed upon him enough to name his business after him. To have to see it every day and think about Steve.
So he was curious, but not enough to stop and ask when Billy was angling Steve’s head with the hand still holding his cheek to press their lips together.
It had been decades since the last time Steve and Billy kissed and it was still the best feeling in the world. The feeling of a full beard was new, but Billy’s hands felt the same, cradling the back of Steve’s head, the other pressed low on his back.
He still tasted like cigarettes and the mint gum he liked to chew.
Steve didn’t pull away until he heard the bathroom door close inside the room and even then he didn’t go far, pressing their foreheads together so they were still sharing the same air for as long as possible.
“How long are you here for?” Billy whispered, like he was afraid if he spoke too loudly, he would shatter the moment like spun glass.
“Just until tomorrow. The kids and I are going to California for the summer.” Saying it out loud, in front of Billy, made it feel like a dirty little secret. Billy knew why Steve was going there of all places if they way one side of his mouth kicked up. Steve had missed that smirk. He’d missed a lot of things if her were being honest.
“Maybe you can swing back through on your way back.”
The hopeful note Steve heard made him feel bold, reckless. “You should come with us.”
“What?”
“To California. You should come with us. I got an RV so there’s plenty of room. We could take turns driving. Grace and Robbie are cool kids, I swear. I’m realizing now that I said that that it’s kind of weird. Forget it—” His nervous rambling was cut off by Billy’s lips.
“Shut up, pretty boy. I’ve been wanting to go to California with you my whole life.” And, oh. Well, Steve was done for. His hands curled into the fabric of Billy’s shirt, holding on for dear life, scared if he let go Billy would disappear. “Besides, I should probably get to know your rugrats before I ask their dad to marry me.”
Steve's eye went comically wide and his heart stopped and that hole in his chest felt like Billy had slapped a patch over it. He wheezed. “Huh?”
“You think I’m letting you go again, Harrington?”
That was fine with Steve.
#harringrove#second chance romance#DILF Steve Harrington#fan fiction#no beta we die like Barb#rip#canon divergence#no upside down au
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ibold | chapter one
summary: The five survivors of the 2022 Woodsboro massacre are now in New York City moving on with their lives or trying to at least.
warnings: cussing and a moment of violence in a flashback, that's all, I think.
word count: 3,060.
a/n: This is my baby so I hope everyone likes it! Feel free to pick an actress as Cairo or just have your own image of her in your mind or pretend you're Cairo; whatever makes the reading experience better for you guys.
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She was the most beautiful human being Cairo had ever seen in all of her eighteen-and-a-half years of being alive on earth. Living in New York City, you see a shit ton of people every day and that is literal. Hypothetically, you see a million people in a year; at stores, on walks, as extras in a tv show or movie, etc.
Out of all of those people, no one even compared to the raven-haired girl across the room. She was short, but Cairo could always spot her no matter the crowd. Most people teased her for her height, but Cairo genuinely found it endearing.
Her smile was brighter than quasars, constantly leaving Cairo on her knees and rendering her useless. She had dimples accenting her marble, smooth cheeks. It was such a funny thing to Cairo, that dimples were biologically considered imperfections, but non-scientists find them alluring. All of the freckles kissing across her face were the stars in Cairo’s galaxy, the girl being Cairo’s revolving world.
She had a unique voice that wasn’t like anyone else’s. There was a rasp to the edge of her words; sometimes the rasp was thickly coated, like when she woke up in the morning or was running out of breath or got excited. It could be deep, but not Sophia Bush deep. No matter what, it was always soft and pleasant sounding. A lot of people agreed with Cairo that listening to the other girl’s voice was calming, a remedy for anxiety even.
Her eyes were big but not the repugnant kind. They were a deep brown that could light up and yet still remain mysterious. Her eyes were her most innocent feature and the ones that got her everything she wanted.
She wasn’t just hot though. No. Her brain could remember the entire dialogue to The Babadook and graduated at the top of her class. She was very perceptive in a mostly subtle way. Snark was a fabulous hobby of hers and her heart was the most golden heart that ever shone. Selflessness and loyalty were the foundations of her persona, of who she was; what made her her.
Everyone tripped over themselves at her natural, graceful beauty. Half of them were privy enough to see what she was about on the inside and fall head over heels for her.
Cairo was definitely the latter.
So was Chad.
Cairo couldn’t blame him for falling for her childhood best friend. It’d be concerning if he didn’t. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less to watch him give heart eyes to the girl she was in love with.
‘She could never be yours anyways. You know that.’
Falling in love with your best friend was the worst form of emotional pain imaginable.
Cairo despised the media and pop culture that romanticized the trope, especially the ones with a happy ending. Happy endings were overrated and unrealistic, especially when it came to “unrequited love.” It either ends up being requited, or they find someone else. That wasn’t always the case though.
For eighteen years, Tara had only ever looked at Cairo with platonic respect and adoration.
Ever since she was a teen, Cairo tried to find someone else to crush on and hoped for someone to want her. The last part never happened until this year. She was still out of luck in the crushing department.
At the end of the day though, as much as Cairo felt like she was suffocating, she was happy for Chad and Tara. They were both her friends that she cared about and loved deeply. She’d never risk their happiness for her own, especially when it wasn’t likely to lead to happiness for her.
Cairo winced as she sipped the awful beer in the red solo cup. It didn’t matter how hard she tried with alcohol; it just didn’t fancy her like it did the others.
“Hey, Roe.”
Cairo didn’t need to look up to know that it was Quinn who was standing beside her. Quinn was the only one who ever called her that, her own personal nickname for Cairo.
Everyone else called the brunette girl by her full name - or Cai - and teachers called her by her last name - Miss Reed - or Cairo.
She really hated her name sometimes. Well, most of the time if she was being honest.
“Hey, Quinn.”
The ginger got to work with grabbing two red solo cups and picking up one of the glass bottles of alcohol. Cairo bit her lip and scanned the packed room for any sign of her roommate or their other two friends.
Cairo turned back to Quinn to shout over the music, “Where’s Anika?”
Quinn was grinning when she spoke, her eyes glittering intoxicatingly. “She’s trying to help Ethan score a date.”
“Key word trying.” Cairo teased earning a chuckle from the other girl.
“Mindy is having fun watching, and I am getting drinks for myself and that cute boy waiting for me.”
Cairo turned to follow the direction Quinn had pointed to with her eyes. The boy looked to be the same height as Quinn with curly hair & a stubble that made him seem like a fuckboy, but his boyish smile and awkward wave was contradicting.
The brunette nodded her head. She took a step closer to the ginger and leaned in close so she could be heard.
“I think I’m going to leave, maybe check on Sam on the way back.”
Before the friend group had rallied together and ventured off to this party, the Carpenter sisters had gotten into it...again.
The arguing between the two sisters was becoming more and more frequent as time was going on. Everyone was on edge, wanting to say something to ease the tension but not knowing what to do or knowing if it was their place to even do or say anything.
The twins and Cairo worried more than anyone, having grown up with the two sisters.
Tara used to listen to Cairo and the others when they had something to say. Especially Cairo. Nowadays, Tara only ever listened to herself and only did what sounded pleasing to her.
Guess Chad sounded especially pleasing to the girl.
Cairo was really trying not to think about that though. About any of it really.
“What? Come on, you said you were going to try!” Quinn lightly smacked the back of her hand against Cairo’s bicep.
The brunette chuckled halfheartedly and raised her eyebrows. “And I did, now I’m leaving.”
Cairo knew that if she didn’t move her ass at that very second, Quinn was going to showcase a frown and beg Cairo to stay “for herself and not me.”
(It was true, Quinn was doing this all to help Cairo take her mind off of the girl she couldn’t have. But it was becoming too much for Cairo.)
Quinn was already in the midst of tilting her head to the side and parting those talented lips. But Cairo was quicker. She was quicker than anyone at everything, except for telling Tara her feelings. Which was precisely why she was in this predicament.
“I’ll see you later, Quinn.”
Quinn sighed but let Cairo give her a hug and turn to head out the door. It wasn’t until she was down the sidewalk and turning into the quad on campus that Cairo finally felt like she could breathe. She dunked her head down and placed her hands on her hips.
She couldn’t stop seeing Tara with Chad.
Or with Amber.
She had thought that watching Tara kiss or hold hands with Amber was painful, to watch Tara’s eyes light up whenever she saw or talked about Amber, having to encourage Tara to make a move and smile for her, she thought all of that hurt.
But this…this was so much worse. Cairo almost wished she was back in high school, watching the two girls parade around.
Walking in on Chad and Tara, that had been worst of all.
It was her own fault, she should’ve knocked a second time and waited for an okay. But she could tell something was wrong with Tara and she had to get to the bottom of it before she permanently lost her mind. There were too many days spent canceled and nights spent on read. It wasn’t like Tara, not even when she was with Amber.
She had left the apartment, bolting down the stairs and struggling to hold the bile in before making it outside. There wasn’t any shame in her body as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve and stood up. They lived in New York City, some girl puking on the sidewalk was the least weird thing citizens saw.
Cairo went back to the dorm that night crying. Anika was staying at Mindy’s dorm, which was only down the hallway, so she didn’t have to worry about being bombarded with questions.
She spent the rest of the evening into later afternoon, hibernating under her covers with her earbuds in and curtains drawn.
She was in the shower, changing out of her clothes from the night before finally, when Anika made it back. They spoke briefly through the curtain and then Anika was gone, off to hang out more with her girlfriend and their friends.
So, Cairo just dressed in whatever she found and got back into bed with a trashcan nearby.
Having to pretend for another month like she didn’t know they were together was utter torture for Cairo.
Every time she was around Chad she felt nauseated, and she couldn’t look at Tara without her throat starting to hurt from suppressing sobs. At parties, she got blackout drunk so that she didn’t have to remember them being touchy with one another. She stopped texting Tara as much and didn’t ask to hang out anymore.
For two months, Cairo had been smiling in the presence of the couple and drinking herself to sleep. She was getting tired of the drinking if she was honest. Being hungover and heartbroken was the most horrific combo.
The past few days she had been lying in bed with her hood blocking her from the rest of the world and earbuds drilled in.
She hated how much of a baby she was about this whole thing. Hell, this felt worse than all of the stabs she received last year.
(Or the single one she received at eight years old.)
Or worse than the betrayal of her older sister who she had idolized.
“Tara will never be yours, Cairo.”
“She doesn’t have to be, as long as she isn’t yours.” Then she headbutted Amber, sending the girl staggering backwards.
There were three gunshots that sang Cairo to sleep.
When she woke up, Sidney was there. She didn’t see Tara until the next day. Since then, she hadn’t seen Tara a whole lot. She figured that the young Carpenter girl blamed her for the Ghostface attacks or wished that she hadn’t made it out alive.
Or maybe she cared more about Chad than Cairo.
She wasn’t really sure. All Cairo was ever sure of anymore was that she missed her cousin Sidney. Sidney had wanted to adopt Cairo after being orphaned, but authorities thought it was best for her to stay with a closer relative, her father.
He had no problem signing his rights over to Kirby three years later when she finally turned 21 years old.
For reasons that didn’t make sense, he didn’t want to give Cairo over to Sidney. Cairo thinks he just reached his limit and saw Kirby as the closest scapegoat.
“You still want me?”
“Of course I do. I might have adopted you, but you’ll always be my little sister, and I’ll always take care of you. Okay?”
Cairo blew out a raspberry and started walking in the direction of the Carpenter-Quinn household.
It took two knocks in two intervals for Sam to open the door.
Cairo stood on the other side, twirling her earbuds around; to the left and to the right, raveling the cord around her finger and unraveling it. She immediately dropped her hand, holding her earbuds with both hands, when the door opened.
Cairo grinned mischievously and cocked her head to the side. “Hello, Cute Boy.”
Said man chuckled softly and smiled charmingly at the shorter girl. Cairo kept on smiling as the man turned back to Sam, who looked rather uncomfortable at the whole situation.
“I’ll call you later.” The stranger said.
Sam nodded her head and lifted her tense lips up. “Okay.”
“Okay.” The man said, still smiling dreamily at Sam.
Cairo had to duck her head down and scratch her cheek as the man walked by so he wouldn’t see her cheesing. She watched him walk down the stairs, turning back to look at Sam at the top step before continuing.
She raised her dusty brown eyebrows at Sam with the same antagonizing grin in place.
“Cute Boy from across the hall, huh?”
Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her reluctant smile contradicted her previous actions.
All Cairo could do was laugh.
“Get in.” Sam nudged her head behind her.
Cairo did as she was told, plopping herself down on the couch. Sam gave the brunette a reprimanding look, but it didn’t succeed its message.
The younger girl had her hands clasped behind her head and was smiling gorgeously. It was the smile that made her gray-brown eyes sparkle and had Sam wishing for a different life for the girl.
Sam smiled and crossed her arms in that sisterly manner of hers. “What are you doing here, Cairo?”
The brunette shrugged nonchalantly. But her downcast eyes and moving feet said she was uncomfortable. “Just came to check on you.”
When she flicked her gaze up, she saw Sam looking to the side and nodding her head. She released her bottom lip and ran a hand through her inky black hair as she descended on the couch.
The older girl smacked Cairo’s shoes prompting her to raise her feet. She promptly set them back down on Sam’s lap afterwards.
Sam cupped the top of the girl’s bottom legs and turned to look at her.
Cairo no longer had her hands behind her head but clasped carefully on her stomach. She was looking at Sam like she was the older sister or the mom, patiently waiting for the girl to speak and waiting to catch Sam if need be.
“She’s not dealing with this, Cairo.”
The gray-brown eyed girl sighed empathetically, her head nodding along.
“Does she talk to you about it?” Sam asked.
Cairo glanced down at her lap and shifted. “She doesn’t talk much to me anymore.”
It wasn’t like Tara had just dropped Cairo.
They stilled texted a lot and there were frequent phone calls. But ever since the attacks in Woodsboro last year, Tara had been keeping her distance from Cairo. When they did talk or see each other, it was as if everything was the same as it had been before.
Ever since Chad and Tara had finally come forward with their relationship (even though it was painfully obvious to everyone), Tara had been more talkative and social with Cairo. The brunette couldn’t help but feel like maybe Chad had said something to prompt the change. He was a nice guy, very protective and loyal to those closest to him, goofy and definitely attractive. Cairo loved Chad.
It just made everything hurt so much more.
Cairo lifted her gaze from her twitchy fingers to gauge the older girl.
She was looking off into the distance, watching memories and worst-case scenarios on the blank tv screen. Sam looked miserable. That tended to happen when you worried about your little sister’s trauma.
“What about you?”
Sam stitched her eyebrows together and frowned at the younger girl. Cairo took that as a prompt to elaborate further.
“How are you doing with…dealing about this? How’s therapy going?”
Sam heaved a heavy sigh that left Cairo’s heart twisting uncomfortably.
“I think I need to find a new therapist. This guy pushed me to open up the other night then wanted to assign me to someone else. Pretty sure he has a foot fetish too.” Sam added the last part thoughtfully.
“Sounds like a douche. I say dump his ass before he dumps you. But don’t dump Cute Boy.” Cairo grinned like a cheshire cat.
Sam rolled her eyes fondly, pushing the brunette’s legs off of her.
Cairo squeaked as she tilted to the side, almost falling off the couch and onto the floor. She watched as Sam got up, heading into the dining room to clean up. That’s when Cairo noticed the two wine glasses and two empty plates.
(Cairo tried not to worry about the wine glasses. It was just wine…right? It was drugs and beer that were Sam’s vices, not wine. Christina was the one whose vice was alcohol in general. That woman would drink anything she could get her hands on. Anything that fuzzed her thoughts and shattered her inhibitions was welcomed to her digestive system.)
There weren’t any candles or dimly lit lights on in the apartment, so it didn’t seem like they were going for an intimate night. Which made sense, because Sam didn’t know if Tara would be coming back or not.
It didn’t take a genius to piece together that no one knew about Cute Boy because Sam didn’t want to set Tara off in any way.
Still, Cairo felt bad for interrupting their date night.
“His name is Danny, and we aren’t dating.” Sam said lightly from the kitchen.
Cairo shrugged as she picked up a weird looking piece of chicken to sniff. “Could’ve fooled me.”
There wasn’t any noise except for the clinking of cutlery and spray of water. Cairo hoisted herself up onto the counter in the kitchen and cupped the edge.
“I’m not going to tell anyone that I saw him here, I won’t even mention him at all. Now, tell me about how long this has been going on and who initiated it.”
Sam couldn’t help but blush as Cairo smiled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Cairo laughed softly at the flustered woman and playfully kicked her calf. When a minute passed by with no answer, Cairo raised her eyebrows expectantly.
Sam playfully scoffed and shook her head before begrudgingly starting.
#jenna ortega#tara carpenter#ghostfaceaddams#sam carpenter#scream fanfic#scream franchise#tara carpenter x female reader#tara carpenter x oc#tara carpenter fic#gfaddamswritingcorner
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May i request my brain goes blank for pacbo 👀
im ngl this one kinda got away from me a bit, i had a bit of this written ages ago and then i saw this request and go inspo to finish this with your request!
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Pac loved men. It was something that had always been true of him. He just loved them so much. Honestly who wouldn't? There was so much to admire. Tall, dark, and handsome? Absolutely, sign him up please. Scowling and brooding? Another absolutely. Giggly and full of big smiles? A big hell yes as well. He had known since he was a teenager that he didn’t quite seem to view relationships the way other people did. That was made clear ages ago when one girl had asked him who he wanted to marry most. Looking back it was clear she was trying to flirt with him but he was 13 at the time and had no idea so he was honest. Squinted at her first before really truly considering it.
“Mike,” he had said with all the confidence a 13 year old boy could possess. Mike, who was standing right beside him at the time, nodded much to the girl’s chagrin.
She laughed a bit. “Não, nao. Isso não é…” she trailed off. “He’s your best friend. You don’t have romantic feelings for him.”
Pac remembers blinking slowly at her. “What does romance have to do with it?”
“That’s why people get married. For romance.”
That didn’t make any sense to him and honestly to this day he believed the same. “Well I will get married for friendship then.”
Even now he wasn’t quite sure what to call himself. Labels never seemed that important to him. He would love who he would love, be that in a kissing way or not. But he soon realized that he would kiss a whole hell of a lot of people.
The island certainly wasn’t the start of that discovery but oh did it help because there were so. Many. Hot. Guys. Almost every day was just him internally panicking while Mike laughed at him over their internal mind link.
He honestly thought it might calm down after he got with Fit. He loved that man so much and honestly wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. But oh men were still so attractive.
The worst now for him was Tubbo. Those eyes were entrancing. Swirls of colors lived inside his eyes. Soft hair fell over his eyes in a tangled mess every day. Pac just wanted to run his hands through it until it was soft and untangled. Until Tubbo was looking at him softly with those wide blue-green eyes. Until his gaze was drifting down and Pac could catch those soft pink lips with his own.
He smacked himself in the head when he realized he had been staring at the man in front of him for an uncomfortably long time. “I'm sorry what?”
Those gorgeous eyes glittered back at him. “I said where's your head man, you keep zoning out.”
“My brain goes blank when I look at you.”
Tubbo stared at him, those deep eyes going wide. “I'm sorry?”
“I…” Pac felt his face start to flush. “Well. You're botino. Pretty boy.”
The tips of his ears went pink. “Oh. Thank you, Pac.”
Pac averted his eyes and tried not to laugh. “Yeah, yeah no problem.”
“I didn't uh realize you thought that.”
Pac couldn't help but gape at him. “But you're so handsome.”
“Nahhh,” Tubbo scoffed. “I. You don't have to say shit like that to me.”
Pac couldn't help but grab Tubbo's face in his hands. His skin was so warm agaisnt his palms. “I am not just saying it.”
He allowed himself to really study the man in front of him again. Get lost in those ocean eyes and the adorable flush on his cheeks. The feeling of his soft skin under his rough fingertips. “How can I convince you?” he asked.
Tubbo shrugged but Pac watched as those eyes fell to his lips and his mouth nearly split open with the grin that followed. He surged forward to kiss the boy on the lips. The lips against his were chapped but tasted oh so nice. Every movement burned as Tubbo sighed against his mouth and fell into him. His mouth was opening and it was so warm. Damn near perfect. Life could not get any better than this.
#pacbo#qsmp#my writing#fanfiction#qsmp shipping#q!tubbo#q!pac#i had so much fun with this#i honestly just love ships with pac#because he has such a fun honest personality to write
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Oh really hope it's not a big deal because I have a lot of ideas. But also how I remember is that all your work is burned in my brain. I know for sure that is what I remember. But I have another one for sub Steven. So how about Steven is living a cushy life with Dom male reader and has been eating a lot becausereader cooks for him. But then notices that he is starting to get a little chubby and doesn't want to have sex with reader thinking he won't like it. But then they talk and reader says he will always love him even if he thinks he is getting chubby which leads to soft sex and reader praising Steven body but mostly focusing on his tummy.( I feel like I've requested this before and if I did then am sorry.)-🐻❄️
Trust me my 50%! It's not a big deal at all I love every single idea you have for me 🐻❄!
Warnings! Smut, dry humping, grinding, insecurities, small chubby Steven, soft dom reader, tiny tiny argument but made up, service top reader.
CHUBBY STEVEN GRANT X SOFT DOM MALE READER
Y/n was in the kitchen singing the lyrics to the music from the small speaker he recently bought as he cooks. Steven watches hopelessly in love watching Y/n dance to the music.
Steven wore a baggy shirt with sweats trying to cover up his figure the best he can. He knew deep inside Y/n would most likely still love him, but he didn't want to ruin what he had.
Steven didn't know how he managed to be in a relationship like this. Only a few months ago Steven lived in an empty apartment, woke up feeling like he got hit by a bus and was so lonely.
But ever since the company dinner he attended his life changed.
They were at a restaurant where you could see the chefs cook in front of you. The company's station was big and fancy and their chef was the most handsomest man they ever met.
Tiny little memory
Everybody made comments about his looks to his face causing him to either smile respectfully and a polite thank you or flirt back with them. Donna was the one to ask for his name. "Y/n L/n. Or chef L/n." Y/n says with a smile before going back to cooking the dish.
Steven thought he was handsome as well. But unlike his co-workers he didn't have the courage to act on his thoughts. But luckily the chef had his own thoughts he was about to work on.
"The chef made this specifically for you. And added his signature alongside the dish." A waiter says trying to bite back a smile and a giggle placing the cake in front of Steven alongside a small paper with a phone number. Steven stares at the cake on the icing and reads "I think you're cute and i'll love to ask you out on a date one day." Steven blushes madly as the waiter giggles at his cuteness.
Few hours past and after the dinner Steven goes into an different part of town leading into a couple apartments as rain pours down hard trying to go through short cuts to home, but he didn't expect the same chef from dinner smoking shirtless with only boxers covering him on the balcony.
Steven stares up at him in a trance.
"Hey you're that cute guy from earlier right!?" Y/n shouts looking down at Steven not even caring about the cold rain that hit his half naked body. "Y-yes!" Steven shouts back watching a smile crawl on Y/n's lips.
"Room number is 532 on floor seven! Come up alright! it's dark and raining something bad will be bound to happen." Y/n says taking one more hit of the cigarette before taking it out walking back inside his room. Steven quickly rushes inside and speed walks to the elevator going up to floor seven. Once Steven arrives at the floor and goes to the said room number he goes to knock, but is cut off by the door swinging open.
"Hey cutie~ Cmon lets get you warm and dry."
End of memory.
"Steven~ I present to you the lovely worldwide famous blueberry pancakes!" Y/n says laying the plate on the table in front of Steven. Y/n puts down his own food before getting something to drink for the both of them.
Y/n pours the drinks and places them down at the table before finally sitting down at the table across Steven. The two are silent Y/n only eating his food while Steven staring down at his food thinking with a sad face.
"What's the matter Steven?" Y/n finally points out and putting down his forks looking at Steven. "It's nothing love." Steven shoots down trying to keep Y/n from worrying. "Cmon Stevey you can tell me." Y/n says giving Steven all his attention. "I said it's nothing you don't have to worry--"
"Then why aren't you eating?" Y/n cuts him off. "Why are you trying to argue about nothing?" Steven bites back raising his voice a little. "I'm not trying to argue- i'm just worrying about you like a normal boyfriend would." Y/n answers before opening his mouth about to add on but Steven just stands up from his seat walking to the bathroom.
"S-Steven!" Y/n shouts but Steven just ignores him going inside the bathroom shutting and locking the door.
Y/n quickly stands up from his seat rushing to the door trying to open it.
Steven softly cries to himself staring at the mirror noticing his stomach and thighs through the clothes. 'h-he won't like it. He doesn't want to see me like this.' Steven thinks to himself even though he was only getting a little bit chubby he couldn't stand to think and look at himself anymore.
Y/n presses his cheek to the door trying to hear anything. Y/n could hear Steven slump down back pressed up the door sitting on the floor. He could hear soft crying and sniffling. Y/n instinctively sits on the floor copying Steven slightly hoping that he feels his presence. "Steven...please talk to me. Please just say something." Y/n speaks laying his head against the door with a sigh once he's met with silence again.
After sitting there in silence for a while Y/n stands up from the ground. "I'll be in our room alright. Please come out and talk to me once you're ready." Y/n says before giving the door one last knock before going into his room.
Only a little while later Y/n is on the bed stressing about all the things he has done lately. "Y-y/n." Steven voice rings out barley above a whisper. Y/n's head pops up looking at Steven. Y/n pats an empty spot on the bed beside him.
Steven goes over to the spot and sits quietly fidgeting with his hands as he does it. "I don't think you'll like my body now. I-I gained some weight and I-I don't think you'll like my body as much as you used to." Steven finally confesses looking at Y/n teary eyed.
"Thats why we haven't been having sex in like almost a month isn't? Because you think I won't like your body?" Y/n says earning a nod yes from Steven.
"It's embarrassing and I know you won't feel the same way as you used to-" Steven gets cut off by Y/n's pair of lips kissing him shutting him up. Y/n pulls away and smiles.
"Shut up. I will always love you even if you think you're getting chubby. You'll always be perfect to me no matter what. I'll love you through any change you have. Now please let me show how much I love you!" Y/n says trying to reassure him before wrapping his arms around Steven laying him down on the bed. Y/n begins to take off the baggy shirt off of Steven trying to be as gentle as he can. Once the shirt is off Y/n moves his hands to the waistband of the sweats pulling them off slowly.
With only boxers covering Steven Y/n begins to strip out of his clothes. Tossing his shirt and pants aside. Y/n also stayed in his underwear before spreading Steven's legs open crawling in between them.
Slowly Y/n begins to rock his hips back and forth grinding and humping on Steven as he begins to kiss Steven's shoulders and chest. Y/n's hard cock pressed up against Steven as he humps him slowly.
"Such a beautiful boy you are." Y/n breathes out pulling Steven's underwear down letting his hard cock fly free. Y/n tosses the underwear where he threw the other clothes and continues to grind on him.
Steven softly moans as he grinds his ass down on Y/n's hard clothed cock already feeling precum-leaked from his tip. Y/n moves away slightly grabbing lube from the dresser and opens it.
He pulls down his own underwear before applying the lube onto it lubing up his cock. Giving his cock a few strokes making sure every spot is covered in lube. Y/n grabs onto Steven's hips softly pulling him down onto the tip of his cock. Y/n rubs his cock head against Steven's hole before entering him. Steven breathes heavy not being used to Y/n's cock inside him again feeling his cock split him in half. ''s-so big!~" Steven moans out moving his own hips down moving deeper inside Y/n's cock.
Y/n begins to move thrusting slowly inside Steven rocking his hips back and forth while massaging and holding every curve on Steven's body. "I love you so much... And especially your tummy." Y/n says before running his hands across Steven's stomach. "You feel so good inside me baby." Y/n whispers thrusting his full cock inside Steven and holding that position for a while before going back to his original pace.
Steven didn't understand why he was about to cum so early. Usually he'll try to last longer but he couldn't hold it this time.
"Y/N!I bout to cum~ I'm gonna cum!" Steven moans out throwing his head back as Y/n's cock hits his prostate over and over again.
"Cum for me. Cum all over that beautiful tummy of yours baby." Y/n orders. Without second thought Steven cums hard white streaks shooting out his tip all over himself.
Most of his load landed on his stomach and some else where. Steven's vision was fuzzy and his body felt warm throughout.
"Good job baby~ Still so beautiful even more beautiful than before." Y/n says before pulling out. "B-but you didn't get to cum yet!?!" Steven says before getting brushed off by Y/n.
"This was and for you Steven not for me. I wanted to show how much I love you no matter what."
THE END
#steven grant x male reader#steven grant#steven grant x reader#x male reader#male reader#x dom male reader#x soft dom male reader#x top male reader#moonknight x male reader#marvel x male reader#moon knight#the bear club
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Krampus
Marvel | Starker
It's Christmas and Tony still likes his games. But things are different now. The two are closer. And just maybe Peter is getting a little more in the spirit of things.
Rating: Explicit
Third in the Holiday Horrors series
Forever for and inspired by my muse, H <3
Warnings and tags below
Warnings/tags: con-noncon, scary mask, primal play, fear kink, crying, begging, violent/gory thoughts, knotting, monster fucking, painful sex, spanking/caning, victim blaming
The cold air bit his cheeks. Peter huffed out a breath and watched the cloud drift away. He glanced at May waiting in the driveway and gave her a reassuring smile. Tony never made him wait like this. In fact, where was Jarvis? He wiggled his toes in his boots and wished for the millionth time that he had something warmer for his feet. Then the door opened.
"Finally," Peter huffed. "Where were you?"
Tony leaned out the door and gave May a wave. "I was just making sure everything was ready. I didn't realize how cold it was."
Peter came inside and kicked off his snow damp boots. Tony took his coat from his shoulders as he unzipped.
"You didn't have to get me anything," he said alluding to the little wrapped gift Peter set on the shoe bench.
"Of course I didn't have to." Peter rolled his eyes. He picked the box back up while Tony hung his coat on the hook. He melted when Tony turned and looked at him, eyes dark and hungry.
"You could just let me unwrap you." He moved in, hands going around Peter's waist.
"Let you?" Peter teased. Tony grinned as he leaned in for a kiss. It was surprisingly quick for Tony who usually indulged until Peter's brain melted into submissive sludge and ended up on his knees. Instead, Tony took him by the hand and pulled him into the living room.
They sat on the couch under the twinkling lights of the Stark's oversized Christmas tree. Tony had laid out the table with drinks and snacks. A single present sat under the tree. Tony leaned back against the couch with an arm draped lazily along the back.
"Aren't you gonna open up your present?" he asked.
Excitement rang in his chest and he couldn't help but smile. Peter set Tony's gift down and went to collect his own from the tree. It was surprisingly big. He'd half expected something horny like a pair of handcuffs. Or, he shivered, another creepy mask.
He brought the box back to the couch and set it on his lap. Tony picked up his present. Then they both tore into the paper together. Peter only grew more excited as he realized what he was holding.
"Tony! This is way too much," Peter gasped. He pushed away the rest of the paper to look at the Lego set in his hands. The AT-AT figure was almost seven thousand pieces and he knew it cost a small fortune. He'd never even considered asking May for it.
Tony was quiet. Peter looked away from the box. He blushed as he saw him holding the little ring box Peter had given him. The ring inside was a simple silver band with their names engraved on the inside.
"It's not much, but what do you get the guy who has everything?" Peter laughed.
Tony looked at him. His eyes were soft. "It's beautiful. Thank you."
"I thought it was subtle enough that your friends wouldn't see if you didn't want them too."
"Why wouldn't I want them to see?"
Peter swallowed. It wasn't like Tony was never nice to him, but he was almost uncomfortably sincere.
"Did you like your present?" Tony asked him.
"I did. Thank you!"
"Yeah, I'm pretty great at buying gifts." He smirked.
Peter rolled his eyes. He set the box aside and turned toward his boyfriend. "Maybe I should show you my gratitude." He gave him a sultry look, eyes running down to his lap.
Tony's hand caressed his face. His fingers tugged gently on his hair. "Actually, I thought we could play a game."
"A game?" Peter shivered. That only meant one thing to Tony.
"Yeah," he smirked. He leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. "Close your eyes and wait right here."
"Okay..." Anxiety boiled in his belly, but he closed his eyes. Peter sat back against the couch as he felt Tony leave. He tried to follow his footsteps with his ears, but he quickly went silent. As if he was stalking him. As if he were stalking prey. Peter shivered. Then he gasped, jolting forward in his seat, as the power went out.
He heard the electric whir of power draining from the room around him. The lights on the Christmas tree were the only thing still running. They must have had some sort of battery backup.
"Tony?" Peter stood up from the couch and looked around. It was so dark. Everything around him was cast in shadow. The light coming from the windows was a soft, wintery blue. Evening had set in while they opened their gifts. Tony always had perfect timing. He wouldn't doubt he made him wait out in the cold on purpose just to make sure it was dark.
At least, he was pretty sure the breaker box was in the garage. That meant if he ran now, he could find somewhere to hide before Tony came back in. If he hadn't snuck in while Peter was processing that is.
So he ran.
He stuck to the carpet as much as he could to muffle his footsteps, then he took the stairs two at a time. At least he was more athletic than he looked. Tony made sure he got a lot of exercise. Peter wasn't sure he knew how to have sex without having a wrestling match first.
He didn't know the upstairs that well, but he was pretty sure Tony's bedroom was not the place to go. So he went the opposite way. He ducked in the second door off the hall and found a guest bedroom. He opened up the closet door, but it was too empty. Instead he tucked himself under the bed.
His heart was loud in his ears. His neck was throbbing as his pulse raged. A guilty twinge bothered his stomach as he realized the throbbing wasn't just in his neck.
It was silent for a long time. Then he heard soft footsteps in the hall and a sound like something being dragged. A door opened, then it was quiet. A few minutes later, the door opened to the room he was hiding in.
"Peter," Tony purred. He shivered as he realized his voice was muffled. Was he wearing the mask? His shadow moved from the doorway to the closet first. Peter couldn't tell what he was dragging, but it was definitely something.
"You've been awfully naughty this year," Tony teased. "Getting off on being scared. Letting boys chase you through the woods and fuck you in public." He came to a stop at the end of the bed. Peter stared at his feet, praying for him not to look down.
"I think you're due for a punishment like all naughty little boys."
He walked away from the bed. Peter almost let out a breath. Then Tony leaned down and looked under the bed.
Peter screamed.
The mask on his face was hairy like an animal. The eyes were blood red. The teeth were big and sharp. On either side of his head were horns like a goat. Peter scrambled out from under the bed, hitting his head in the process. He looked around, but the only place to go was into the en suite.
Tony was right behind him. He was grabbed before he could get his barring. Tony grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed him forward forcing him down against the counter top. Peter reached for anything he could grab, but there was nothing but the sink.
Tony grabbed his jeans and yanked them down along with his underwear. He kicked at him and Tony grabbed his balls, not painfully but enough that he froze. Once he was still, Tony started to message them between his fingers. Peter moaned, legs spreading apart.
"Don't get too excited," Tony chuckled. "Being a whore is what got you into this mess."
"Let me go," Peter tried. He pushed against the counter.
Tony grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face up to look in the mirror. He shivered at the creepy mask. "You have to be punished first, Petey. Where's your Christmas spirit?"
Tony lifted his arm. Peter barely had time to see the thin stick in his hand before he swung it down. He gasped, pain barely registering before he struck him again. On the second hit he screamed.
"Don't be a baby," Tony mocked. "It could be so much worse."
Despite his teasing, tears formed in his eyes as Tony spanked him. He whimpered with each strike. Peter kicked his feet as it became too much. Tony forced him down with all his weight and kept going until his ass felt raw and he was gasping for breath. Then he let him go.
He realized when his pants caught on his ankles and he fell face first onto the floor. Still he kept moving, crawling away from the creature and his horrible red eyes.
"Where ya going, Pete?" Tony's voice was mocking as he followed him. They both knew he wasn't going to get far. He let him crawl all the way to the bedroom door before he pounced on him. Then Tony flipped him over and showed him what he had in his hand.
The thing he'd been dragging around was a big sack, like one Santa Claus would carry. He forced it over his head and stuffed him inside. That awful sharp toothed grin was the last thing he saw. Peter struggled, but Tony pulled the sack down to his waist and pulled the cord tight until it dug into his skin. He tied it there, trapping him. All he could do was shove uselessly against the fabric. The cord dug into his skin, not painful but tight enough to feel claustrophobic. It didn't loosen as he pushed and pulled. The best he could do was slide it down his waist and crawl further into the sack.
"You'd better calm down, sweetheart. You only have so much air in there and I still haven't finished your punishment."
Peter whimpered. "Please! Let me out!"
Tony finished stripped his lower half bare. Now that he was trapped, he took his time with him. He slapped his already raw ass, making him sob. Then he forced his legs apart. Peter gasped as he touched his cock.
"You might want me to let you out, but this little thing doesn't," Tony teased. Peter moaned as he stroked him slowly. "I think you like being kidnapped and raped by monsters."
"No please," Peter sobbed. He struggled some more and he didn't stop until something pushed against his hole.
Tony chuckled. "Such a fucking slut. Is that all it takes? I'm not even inside you yet."
Peter tried to fight again out of sheer pride, but Tony's cock pushed inside and the pleasure that coursed through him had him paralyzed. He moaned as he filled him up. He laid his head down, drooling into the fabric as Tony slowly, deliciously, pushed all the way in then all the way bad out. Then something touched his ass in a way that startled him.
"Tony?"
"Shh, just take it," he coaxed. Something much wider than Tony's cock was forcing its way inside, but that didn't make any sense because Tony was still inside him.
"Wh- what is- that," Peter choked on his own words as Tony pushed against his hole, stretching him open.
"It's a knot," Tony said. He sounded amused by his cries. "Crazy what you can find on the internet. Wanted to make sure you got the full monster fucking experience."
Finally the widest part was in and the rest followed. Peter moaned, brain completely shut down by sensation. Tony's cock was too deep, the knot was too wide, his tender ass was pressed against the floor, and a firm hand was pinning him down. He hadn't even realized he'd been struggling.
Tony moved his hips and the knot seemed stuck fast as if he might never get it back out. Tony chuckled. "Since you're trapped on my dick, might as well see that pretty face of yours." The cord loosened. Peter lifted himself up so Tony could pull the sack off.
"There are those pretty tears." Peter shivered as Tony stared down at him through the mask. He grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them over his head, leaning forward until their faces were inches apart.
The knot pushed at his hole. Peter whined, more tears coming to eyes. "Please," he sobbed.
Tony moaned, pushing the knot back in. "You're always such a perfect victim."
"It's too big," Peter gasped. Tony moved his hips and the knot pushed against his hole again. It felt way too big to come out. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten the damn thing inside him.
"Poor Petey," Tony teased. "It's not cumming out until you cum on it."
"I can't," he whined. "That mask..."
"You want me to take it off?"
"Please, Tony."
"Give it a kiss."
"What? No!" Peter gasped. Just looking at those bloody teeth made his stomach hurt.
"Kiss it," Tony said more firmly.
"No..."
"Go on. Give Krampus a kiss and I'll let you go."
Peter whined, but he lifted his head up. His whole body shuddered. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his lips against the rubber mouth. Tony laughed.
"That's my boy." He pulled the mask off his head and fixed his flatted hair. Tony's eyes were glittering. His smile was fiendish. "Now, where were we?"
Tony rolled his hips, fucking him deep, knot pushing at his entrance while the tip of his cock pushed into his guts. Peter moaned, eyes rolling in his head. He was lost in sensation, mouth hanging open, drool on his face, Tony cruel grin staring down at him.
"I'm gonna cum," Peter whined.
"You're such a slut," Tony chuckled. "You love being scared don't you?"
"No..."
"If you don't like it then why are you about to cum on my knot, Pete? You know Krampus eats little liars like you. Maybe I should take a bite."
Peter gasped. He could just imagine the gore of Tony tearing into him with those awful teeth. He shivered down to his toes. Then he came, straining against Tony's grip, hips bucking but the pain of Tony's knot was gone for the moment.
Tony kissed his sweaty forehead. "That's my good little victim," he purred.
Peter almost screamed as Tony forced the knot from his ass. Tears ran down his cheeks. Tony swiped his tongue over his face, licking them away. His eyes were so wild, so excited. It made his skin burn with terror because he knew Tony and he knew that look meant he wasn't getting out of this easily.
He sobbed, whimpering as Tony pushed it back in. He shivered at the sound of Tony's moan. There was one way out of the pain and overstimulation.
"Please, Tony," he begged, eyes wide and wet. "Please, it hurts..." Tony groaned and Peter bit back a smile. "Please stop, please! It's too much. You're hurting me!"
"Fuck," Tony groaned in answer. Peter only cried more as he fucked him faster. When he squeezed around him it made the pain worse but it was worth it as he watched Tony lose control, spurred on by his whimpering, by the way he struggled beneath him as if he might try to crawl away. Then he slammed his hips against him, cumming hard, leaning down to kiss Peter's lips, his jaw, his neck, frantic with pleasure.
He let go of Peter's wrists and Peter wrapped his arms around him. "I liked that game." He kissed Tony's cheek as his weight settled against him. Peter laughed. "I think you did, too."
After a moment of rest, Tony lifted his head and grinned at him. "Maybe we should go another round then."
"No, I'm so sore," Peter pouted.
"Are you trying to tempt me?" Tony nipped the side of his neck.
"No, I'm serious. You really hurt me." He stuck his lip out further to really emphasize his pout.
Tony kissed him. "You really are a perfect little fear slut." Then he laughed. "The knot still has to come out, you know."
Peter whimpered. "You're gonna be the one to call May and tell her I can't make it home tonight. Because I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow."
Tony was all smiles. "I fail to see the problem there, sweetheart.”
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Flirting with Ragatha
gonna write this then imma take a break because someone hit me with the "the bits in your thighs are going to ache for no reason" spell + i need to make breakfast </3
i think i might make some posts and que them since i got a lot of art wips i need to get finished and im kind of struggling between bouncing doing art and writing... on one hand que posts will let me have that unbroken focus on my art since i wont have to worry about juggling blogs... but on the other hand writing helps my brain... hmmm... and i also run the risk of forgetting to put something in the masterlist... i think i might try it just for today, after i stretch my legs and eat ill write up a post or two and schedule it to come out in a few hours
i think she would like classic romantic gestures such as being given roses or sweets...
i guess titling these posts as flirting isnt accurate since its generally just what gets them flustered rather than pick up lines and verbal flirting.. unless its the same thing.. shrugs
keeps a vase in her room specifically for the flowers you give her, if this is a real world au she keeps the vase in a main living area instead!
hold her hand while you guys walk, swing it a little. something that small is going to get her all soft and gooey, shes going to have this little smile on her face the entire time you guys are walking around
cringes a little at those dumb and cheesy pick up lines but theres still a love for them in there inside her, juuuust barely behind her thinned mouth and squinted eyes after you drop the most cringe line you can muster
i think she would have a secret love for those silly/funny/cheesy celebration cards, so give her those if you want to brighten her day
i like to think she keeps all the cards youve given her, too... handmade or otherwise!
speaking of handmade, gift giving is a big thing for her so throw that into the mix if you wanna melt her heart.. you get bonus points if you made it yourself
you make pick up lines inspired by her sewing and crafting stuff, shes gonna roll her eyes but her smile says it all
oh shes definitely the type to blush hard
like to her ears and neck hard, shes going to be completely pink all over but only when you do it/do something that REALLY gets her
thinks
oh she would definitely shoot some lines back
you guys wont go back and forth like other characters do with their own partner, but shes definitely returning the energy
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#ragatha x reader#ragatha x you#ragatha imagine
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Kiss Me Through the Phone - Jack Harlow
authors note: this was kinda rushes so let’s not judge. also my bad if their any misspelling.
summary: you miss jack while he’s one tour..
pairing: jackxreader
warning: cursing, smut, phone sex, fingering, jerking off..
wc: 1k
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request are open!!!
“how good you always fuck me.” you finished hearing jack groan shortly after. “put me on speaker, and take off your shirt.” jack demanded, pulling down his sweats.
listen to lowkey by rochelle jordan
JACK HARLOW. the one name that lives rent free in my brain, like it’s my own. although, his name isn’t the only thing that’s been suck in my head. his beautiful blue eyes that i often catch myself thinking about daily. his soft brunette curls that kept my fingers warm whenever i ran them through his head. the way his hands felt, whether they were wrapped around my throat or harshly gripping my ass.
i find myself constantly checking my phone at 2:30 am knowing i have work in the morning, but i didn’t care. as long as i got to hear this voice one last time before i fall asleep, dreaming of him sleeping right next to me. jack was in california, his last concert before he left the states to finish the rest of his tour.
this long distance shit is killing me. i miss everything him. the way he always made me laugh, his random visits while i’m working. his flirty personality, how he could turn any conversation into something sexual (even when it got on my nerves.) they way he fucked me. how he would whisper the dirtiest things in my ear, but make it sound so sweet and innocent.
i harshly bit my lip, letting my mind run down memory lane. thinking of way his beard felt pressed against my inner thighs, as his lips harshly sucked my clit while his fingers were thrusting into me making me feel an overwhelming amount of pressure. i felt my throat dry up, and my thighs start to press against each other. a pool start to form in between my legs as i heard my phone ring.
i quickly sat up turning on the lamp on the nightstand before grabbing my phone. jack was calling me. he was finally calling me. i quickly pressed the green button putting phone to my ear. “hi gorgeous.” jack praised softly. i could already imagine a big grin plastered on his face. “hi jack.” i replied, matching his soft tone.
“no jackman today?” he questioned. “nope, not today.” i shrugged. “aw, i love the way you say my name.” jack admitted, as my hands reached to him of my shorts. “oh really?” i asked. “you make it sound like the sexiest name ever.” he whispered, making me chuckle. there was a brief silence after that.
“so how was my favorite girls day today, huh?” he asked releasing a deep breathe. making a smile creep on my face as i bit my lip. “it was good.” i started. “although, i couldn’t get this one guy out my head. brown curls, tall, incredibly handsome, goes by jackman. have you heard of him?” i asked as i heard a groan, followed by a deep chuckle.
“i don’t know” jack said, sucking his teeth. “but he does sound incredibly handsome.” “he is.” i said. “hey you know you called at the perfect time.” i mumbled, still playing with the shorts. i don’t know how much longer i can go without touching myself, my body is aching for some type of touch.
“oh really? and how’s that?” he asked. “ i was just thinking about you..” i admitted. “yeah? what we’re you thinking about?” he asked, slightly repositioning himself. “how i missed staring into those beautiful eyes, the feeling of your soft curls in between my fingers..” you trailed off, you dipped your hand in your shorts. softly moaning into the phone as you drew circles on your clit.
“how good you always fuck me.” you finished hearing jack groan shortly after. “put me on speaker, and take off your shirt.” jack demanded, pulling down his sweats. you did exactly what he told you to do, wasting no time. “tell me how bad you want me.” “jack, i need you so bad.” you moaned before sucking two of your fingers. “i miss you so much baby.” you said before entering two fingers inside you. “oh fuck..” you mumbled closing your eyes.
jack spit into his hand before lathering this dick. “what would you do if i was there?” he asked slowly stroking himself. “i-i would suck on your finger, pretending they were your dick.” i moaned before pressing my thumb against my clit. “t-then i would whisper in your ear, all the things i want you to do to me. “y/n..” he moaned. “ i’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all day.” he said. i moaned in response.
“i missed being inside so bad, ma.” jack started. “i miss your tight pussy, swallowing me everytime. i could cum right now just thinking about it.” he groaned. “jack baby, i need you here so bad.” you moaned speeding up the paste of your fingers. “i need these to be your fingers instead of mine. i need you to fuck to me sleep.” i said. “i know baby, i know..” i groaned softly.
“i need your tongue all over me, your hands around my neck while you play leave love marks all over my tits.” i moaned grabbing my boob, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers. “ma, you’re gonna make me cum..” jack moaned picking up his pace. “please cum.” i begged “im so close jack..” i loudly moaned. “oh fuck!” loud whimpers came from jacks mouth. “jack im cumming!” i yelled letting it all go.. “me too baby.” he announced, cumming right after me.
“that was so good ma” jack said breathlessly chuckling. i laughed nodding my head. “it was.” i said in agreement. “i miss you so bad, j.” i mumbled. “i know baby. but i’ll be back before you know it, then i’ll make up all the time i’ve been gone..” he said making me smile. “yeah i like the sound of that.”
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My brain just cooked up a lil scenario and i thought you'd appreciate it...
Just imagine you sitting watching the Stranger Things finale with Joe, absolutely sobbing over Eddie.
"You prick! Why didn't you tell me Eddie dies?!" You wail and Joe laughs.
"Cos I didn't want to break your heart like that, I know how much you love him, babe." He'd chuckle
"God why can't you play a character that actually lives?! Or at least gets a happy ending?!"
He'd shoot you a cheeky smirk.
"...you can give me a happy ending if you like."
the way i can see him saying this did things to me that i can’t explain
also i purposely didn’t write abt eddie’s death in detail or anything like that because i don’t want to re-traumatize myself 😭😭
TW// 18+, rpf (don’t like it, don’t read it), oral (m receiving), masturbation (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dacryphillia, creampie, let me know if i missed anything!!
“That’s how it ends?!” You shout at Joe through muffled sobs. You were watching season 4 together and tonight was the finale. He didn’t warn you that Eddie was going to die, but he never warned you when he died.
“And you!” You turn to him shoving your finger into his chest. “You didn’t tell me you were going to die!”
He chuckles lightly, finding it funny but also not realizing how upset it was going to make you. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t want to spoil it for you.” He places a kiss to your forehead. “And I know how much you love Eddie, I didn’t want to upset you.”
“So you thought it’d be better to just let me suffer through watching you die? Again?!” You stand up to grab a tissue from the bathroom. “Why can’t you play a happy role for once? Maybe live through the end of the season or at least have some kind of happy ending.”
“Why don’t you come over here and give me a happy ending?” He proposes, a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Did that seriously turn you on? I’m crying for christ’s sake!” You step back into the bedroom to see his bulge poking through his sweatpants, making your heart beat a little faster.
“You look so pretty when you cry.” He says, bringing his hand down to his pants to rub himself through them.
“You sick fuck.” You laugh before pouncing on top of him.
You place both of your legs on either side of him, trapping him under your body. His hand immediately reaches for the back of your neck pulling you down to him. Once your lips meet, it’s game on. The kiss is passionate, yet sloppy. Neither of you caring about anything other than feeling each other.
You start to grind your hips into him, a small moan escaping his mouth. You take the opportunity to slip your tongue inside, dancing with his and relishing in his taste.
“Why don’t we take these off, huh?” You pull away, reaching for the waistband of his sweats. He nods furiously as you scoot your body towards the end of the bed.
You slowly pull his pants down, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. You slip them down his feet and throw them on to the ground.
“Hey little guy.” You say, finally looking at his hard cock sprung into the air.
“Little?!” Joe says, making you laugh. You pull yourself up to him for one more kiss before sinking back down.
You always thought he had the prettiest cock. It was big, really big. Big enough that you didn’t know how it would fit the first time you had sex. But, you still liked to poke a little fun at Joe from time to time just to make him sweat.
Your mouth watered just looking at it. You spit into your hand before using the palm to rub just over his tip, making him jump up at your touch.
“Fuck babe. Careful, he’s sensitive.” You smile, before dragging your hand down the length of his cock. You moan at the feeling of him in your hand, always in awe of how you could never wrap it all the way around.
You continue pumping him, as you focus on the tip of his cock. Alternating between soft kisses and kitten licks across his slit. He’s groaning and bucking his hips up towards your mouth, begging for more. You open your mouth as he bucks up one more time, slipping it past your lips.
You hollow your cheeks as you take him in your mouth, feeling every ridge against your tongue. One of your hands continues to pump the excess that doesn’t fit in your mouth, while the other pays attention to his balls. Rubbing and squeezing just the way he likes.
“Yeah baby, just like that. Take my cock so fucking good.” Joe moans, before tangling his fingers into your hair. He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, guiding your head as you suck him. Your tongue is swirling around his tip while he’s in your mouth, making him twitch. “Shit baby, if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum in your pretty little mouth.”
You remove your mouth to breathe for a moment, while continuing to pump him with your hand. “What if that’s my goal?”
“No I need to be inside of you. Need to fill that pretty pussy with my cum.” You take him back into your mouth as he shimmies your panties off of you. “Why don’t you play with yourself to get her ready for me?”
You do as he says, reaching your hand down to your cunt. You didn’t need much preparing considering you soaked your fingers with a single touch. You slide a finger through your folds before bringing it back up to your clit. You begin to rub circles around your button while continuing to suck and pull him into your mouth.
The touch of your fingers on your clit mixed with Joes cock in your mouth makes you whimper and moan, sending vibrations through Joes body. “Jesus. I need to be inside you right now.”
You pull your mouth off of him, as he grabs your hips and flips you on to your back. His finger slides up and down your slick, before pushing into you. “Fuck.” You moan out, reaching for his cock again, moving your hand up and down while he fucks his finger inside of you.
“God she’s so wet for me baby. Gonna destroy her.” He moans out, before removing his finger. You remove your hand from him as well, as he replaces it with his own. He drags his cock along your wet pussy before slapping it against your clit a few times, making you whimper.
“Don’t tease, Joe.” He smiles, taking his cock and sliding it all the way inside of you. Both of you moaning in unison. He pulls out slightly, before pushing back in.
His thrusts start soft and slow, almost at an unbearable rate. You take the opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer into you.
“Jesus babe, I was warming you up.” He chuckles.
“Don’t. Just fuck me Joe. Thought you said you were gonna destroy me?” You say condescendingly. You see the flip switch in his eyes, and before you know it, he’s flipping your legs over his shoulders and pounding into you at an inhumane rate. “Fuck! Yes! Just like that baby, don’t stop. Oh my god don’t stop!”
He has your feet hung over his shoulders, and his hands gripped around your thighs. His thrusts are rapid, while continuing a perfect rhythm. Your hands reach for the headboard for leverage, as you cry out his name, feeling a tear escape from the immense pleasure he’s giving you.
“See? Look so pretty when you cry. Crying all over my cock hmm? You can take it baby. Go on, take it.” He growls above you, pushing in and out of you before reaching his thumb to your clit.
His thumb draws rapid circles around your clit, while he continues to fuck into you. “Oh my god Joe. Please please please.”
“Please what baby? Good girls use their words.” He teases, not letting up on his movements.
“Please im gonna- FUCK!” You scream as you feel the wave of pleasure rush over you.
“That’s it baby, good girl. Good fucking girl.” He grabs ahold of your shaking legs and bends them towards your chest. He uses the backs of your thighs for grip and he fucks into you with no pattern, just trying to reach his own orgasm. “You gonna let me cum in your pretty pussy, baby? Gonna let me fill her up?”
“Yes yes please cum in me. Cum in me baby I need it.” Your eyes are still watering, taking in the pain and pleasure of Joes overstimulation on your cunt. He thrusts a few more times before slamming into you, halting his movements. A moan of your name falls from his mouth as you feel the hot liquid pooling inside of you.
He stays inside for a moment, catching his breathing before slowly pulling out. His cum drips out with his cock, running down your ass as he stares in awe. “Shit baby, you’re amazing you know that?”
He grabs a towel to clean you up, peppering kisses all over your face as you try to regain your strength.
“I love you.” You say, pulling him in for a kiss.
“I love you too darling.”
“Just don’t die on me again please.”
He chuckles, pulling you into his chest. “No promises.”
#joseph quinn smut#joseph quinn x fem reader#joseph quinn fic#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn rpf#joseph quinn
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Postal 1 Dude × reader | angst/comfort
A/N: Been really into postal for about a month now and I'm so sad to see how little x reader content there is of this guy. While p1 isn't my favorite dude, he's the only one I feel like I'm able to interprete well. Reader's gender, race, etc is left ambiguous. Reader has an established relationship with dude, but it can be read as either platonic or romantic.
CW: mental illness/paranoia, firearms
You slowly opened your eyes and stirred as your brain awoke. You look around the room you were in; a living room, not yours, but familiar. The heavy blinds made it hard to tell what time it was, but there was some light peaking through them. You looked down to see you were laying on an old couch, with a lanky, ginger man wrapped around you like his life depended on it.
The events of the previous night came flooding back to you. You had not heard from Dude in a few days. You knew he could have episodes of extreme paranoia, which could lead to violent outbursts. You were also the only person he really ever talked to, the only person he felt like he could trust, so you were rightfully very concerned.
You decided to go to his house across the street after not being able to sleep due to your worry. Thankfully you knew where he hid his spare key on the porch, and unlocked the door and carefully stepped inside.
You found him in the corner of his bedroom; his knees were brought up to his face, and he held a loaded gun in his arm. He looked incredibly frightened, but upon realizing it was you, he calmed down a little. He let you take the gun from him and you unloaded it and turned the saftey on, setting it in a safe place before sitting beside him.
The moment you joined him on the floor, he practically tackled you and started sobbing. You held him tight, occasionally petting his hair and whispering gentle affirmations to him. After some time, you two moved to the couch. You suggested watching some TV to try to take his mind off things, but he said that you just being here was enough.
So you stayed the whole night just holding him close and, inevitably, you two fell asleep. His face looked so peacful, it seemed like your presence helped drive away any nightmares too. You'd like to stay here until he wakes up too, but your bones ache from sleeping in an uncomfortable position and you really need to stretch.
You carefully untangle yourself from Dude, and have a nice big strength once your free. You figure you might as well make breakfast for the two of you, since you wanted to stay with him longer and Dude's eating habits mostly consisted of fast food. A home cooked breakfast would do both him, and his wallet, some good.
You make you way to the kitchen and open the fridge. Luckily he has bacon and eggs. You get everything together and get to work.
You had just finished cooking the bacon and set some coffee to brew. You were about to start the eggs when you heard a soft "Y/n? Y/n?!" It was laced with drowsiness, but still concerned. You went back into the living room, "I'm here! I'm still here, Dude." Dude was now sitting up, and he let out a relieved sigh when he heard your response.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was just making us some breakfast." You sat down next to him.
"Breakfast? You really didn't have to do that."
"I know, but I wanted to."
His face softened and he wrapped his arms around you, "Thank you. Not just for breakfast, for everything. Staying the night, putting up with me..." He hugged you tighter and pressed his face into your shoulder. "Of course, Dude. I care about you, and I'll always be here for you."
You two stayed there for a minute before you pulled back, "Let's go finish up breakfast, ok? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry." Dude smiled and followed you into the kitchen. He helped you prepare the rest of breakfast and you two sat at the table eating and talking. He really seemed to be doing much better, and you were glad for that; but there was still one thing on your mind.
"Hey Dude, how come you didn't answer my calls or texts?" he stilled for a moment, almost looking guilty, "I'm not upset, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." You placed your hand on his and squeezed a little. He looked at your joined hands, then to your face, and thought for a moment, before finally speaking:
"Part of it was because I was too out of it to pay attention. The other part was because I didn't want you to see me like that." You listened carefully, keeping your hand on his, "I didn't want to s-scare you. You're the only person that's ever p-put up with me... If I loose you, god, I d-don't know what I'd-"
You gently stopped him by placing a hand on his cheek and turning him to face you, you could see the tears starting to fall from his eyes, "Dude, you're not going to loose me. I'm here for you, forever and always. I wouldn't have stayed with you for this long if I wasn't in it for the long haul." You gently wiped a tear with your thumb, trying to not choke up yourself, "I care about you so, so much. I would never dream of leaving you, especially not because of something you aren't in control of."
You brought him into a hug and couldn't hold back your tears. He followed suit, and you both sat there, holding and wiping away each other's tears.
No matter what happened, you two were gonna get through this. Together.
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Gabriel May finally finds a healthy coping mechanism - agere hcs
Hurt/comfort, gremlin man gets the love he deserves, GN reader, regressor!reader, sfw, mentions of trauma
MY BEAUTIFUL BABY MAN BABY. I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR. HE STINKS SO BAD G O D
general hcs:
I cannot stress this enough: in this household we support Gabriel's rights and Gabriel's wrongs
In my opinion he was just a really misunderstood and abused kid, who coped with ppl villainizing him constantly by becoming the monster everyone accused him of being
He internalized his traumatic experiences and now believes he's basically the antichrist and that he's incapable of changing
Also he could've not, yknow, killed a bunch of ppl and terrorized his sister for years, he is totally responsible for being a shitty person dont get me wrong
But at the same time, he was a kid. I feel bad for the fact that becoming this vengeful ghost of a person was the best option in his young mind. No child should ever have to make that choice, no kid should even consider that as a choice
He still is, in some ways, mentally a child. He didn't get to experience the milestones for an adult that Emily did, and from day one he was treated like a thing. His inner child is constantly *screaming* at him, begging for attention, but he got pretty good at pushing his feelings down and ignoring his own needs while in pursuit of his goals
He is very very immature because of all this. Think tantrums, having a terrible sense of object permanence, deeply rooted abandonment issues, etc
Even tho Emily managed to lock in that mind??? prison ??? thing??? he still gets out from time to time and that's how he met you: fucking around town while he could
Im not gonna dwelve in too deep as to how you guys started a relationship (romantic or platonic) but now you're the only person he trusts
He is capable of feeling empathy, just not a lot and not for everyone. With you he feels incredibly sensitive and caring, which is totally foreign to him and kinda makes him feel like he's gone "soft" - so don't make fun of him (or a big a deal out of the whole thing) when he expresses concern, or he will shut you down like he did with his sister
I kinda hc him as using sarcasm/humor to cope, so he'd be cracking some witty jokes here and there whenever he's nervous about doing something
his regression/caregiving style:
He is a flip through and through, though it would take a long time for him to accept his "little" side
He hates being vulnerable, hates not having the upper hand and control over things, so he would downright beat himself up for being "weak" and still having these childlike needs and thoughts
But remember he feels like he's doomed, like he can't help being a "monster"? Being a caregiver would help him immensely with these thoughts because even though he's a piece of shit gremlin, he would never intentionally hurt a child
So by letting yourself regress around him he would learn he can choose his fate. He is not doomed, because he is capable of seeing you in your most vulnerable state and not even consider the idea of taking advantage of that
And that blows his mind off lmao
And for some ~mysterious reason~ he starts to feel a little better, and to do a little better
Needless to say Emily is beyond grateful you're in their lives. Gabriel totally refuses to go to therapy (doctorphobic lol), and their relationship is as bad as it gets, but since you showed up Gabriel hasn't been a prick to her. He is very moody still, but they're not fighting over control of their brain and body anymore. Because of you, they started to be able to tolerate each other's presence and now they try their best to both not fight in front of you and to share their body as best as they can
He lowkey doesn't know how to act around you at first lmao, its kinda of endearing. He wont show but he's gonna be panicking inside and will wonder if the slightest touch or thing he says would hurt you
He cares. A lot, all the time, and since its just the two of you and he feels so strangely safe around you, he'll allow himself to be 100% invested in taking care of you
He's a craftsman, which could maybe make you think he'd spoil you rotten with gifts (which he will) but I feel he also wouldn't want to shut up about how absolutely adorable you look
Wouldn't go too crazy with the nicknames tho, at most would call you kitten/puppy/bunny
I figured moving probably feels pretty painful to him, so he'll deal a lot better with calm/sleepy regressors
But don't get too excited thinking he'd let you do whatever you want: he can and he will put you on one of those kid leashes with the backpack if he has to
I think that, with time, he'd go from a sort of lenient cg to a more strict one- it would help him to give someone rules to follow cus he'd have to take care of himself better to be able to take care of you
The most therapeutic thing to him about all this is to be able to give someone the childhood he didn't get to have: you'll never feel alone, he'll never belittle you or make you feel like there's something inherently wrong with you
On the contrary: he'd make a point on teaching your regressed self to love and accept yourself as best as you can
BIG fan of gentle parenting, got a tiktok account solely to watch those vids and to make mental notes on how to better care for you
Would get pretty jealous and protective over you and your relationship, specially around Emily
If you guys ever go out together and you happen to regress in public he will not let you feel bad about it. You better not take that paci out of your mouth honey, cus there's nothing to be ashamed of here
He isnt super big on parental nicknames, thinks dada/papa is fine but absolutely prefers bubba over those
Isnt super excited about touch at first either. At the begging of your relationship he would outright refuse it, but since discovering his cg headspace he has allowed himself to admit he's absolutely somewhat touch starved
Expect lots of little touches here and there, like brushing hair out of your face/tucking it behind your ear, adjusting your clothes, fixing your eyebrows, etc
Melts when you hug or compliment him. Will never ever let himself admit it tho, but will thank you for doing it
He keeps every drawing/little gifts you give him somewhere Emily wont find it, so he can 1) keep small you all to himself 2) protect his reputation as a stone cold and uncaring guy and 3) gush to himself over how lucky he is to have found you
Remember he's a craftsman? He loves making you big gifts out of literally anything he can get his hands on i.e. has turned one of Emily's old wooden pieces into a bunch of Montessori-inspired toys and plans on doing it again, cus fuck you Emily
Despite being good with big pieces, his fine motor skills are a disaster (thanks for having to use Emily's arms backwards). If you ever let him do your hair he will mess it up (and will get a good laugh out of both of you)
He is a great storyteller and loves playing pretend: will make up bed time stories on the spot
He's got a lot to learn, but if you give him enough love and try to be patient he'll outmatch your energy and will dedicate himself, body and soul, to you
Super caring cg once he finds a safe place to live and thrive in
i love him thats all. hope it wasnt too bad!! im kinda sleepy so apologies if something isn't consistent, I'll proofread this later. see ya, pt. 3 of tommy hewitt as a cg coming soon after this one❤
#agere#slasher fluff#slasher headcanons#gabriel may headcannons#gabriel may#gabriel may malignant#malignant#gabriel may x you#gabriel may x y/n#gabriel may x reader#cg! gabriel may#gabriel may x ageregressor#gabriel may fluff#agere slashers#horror agere#my writing
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6 Uchiha men x Fem! Maid!Reader
Characters:
•Obito
•Itachi
•Madara
•Sasuke
•Shisui
•Izuna
So this oneshots was requested by my lovely viewer _ . I'm still improving my writing skills so I hope you can appreciate this🤗
WARNING: Slight teasing!!!
"Shut up, you still need to practice woman!" Madara hissed.
"You're the one who needs to shut up, old man!!!" Naruto and Sasuke shouted back, making the older Uchiha roll his black eyes while I put my tongue out in his direction.
"You need to apologize right now to Zie, she did everything she can" A mini chubby Obito said while hugging my cheeks.
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Enjoy~
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You took a deep breath as you sweep the floor, it was currently a rainy day outside the Uchiha household and yet you were cleaning the dusty floor on the main room of the house of the 6 Handsome and totally hot Uchiha men.
Yep
That's right. You're a maid that works in the Uchiha household, not that you mind it through. Having to clean and help the 6 hot uchiha's wasn't bad either, you even thought that any girl would Kill for your position...
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Right~
Anyway, you hummed a small melody while sweeping the dusty floor to let your boredom away. The uchiha's were also not here because they needed to do their jobs, the uchiha's run a big company called Uchiha corps, while you on the other hand, was still a college student. Of course you needed money to buy some expenses in order to study in Konoha University. Your mom's paycheck wasn't enough so you thought it'd be great for you to have a side job. And that leads you to being a maid in the Uchiha household. The payment was quite high because it turns out that you were the only maid in the house and you have no choice but to accept it.
Once you were done sweeping the floor, you stalked to the kitchen. You put your apron on your maid outfit to avoid getting wet (🤨). You started to clean the dishes here and there still humming the music through your lips. You were working as a maid for about 3 months now and everything was fine, except that Shisui was a bit...flirty with you, giving you compliments here and there but you didn't mind that, you still keep yourself humble as much as possible. You were distracted that you didn't even heard the main door opened and slight closed. But you were brought back to Earth when you heard faint and heavy footstep on the living room. Your motherly (protective) instincts started to kicked in while some panic thoughts rushed through your brain cells.
What if a robber got in the house? What if it was a murderer? Will you die being a maid? But how did they even got in!? You swear that you locked the door...so who could it be? Your thoughts was ringing inside your head as you quickly took a pan and holding it securely on your hands as you slowly and steadily tip toe-ing to the living room. The footstep became loud and more clear as you came closer. You knew it wasn't just one or two but more. God,how are you gonna handle this?
You pressed your back to the side of the door that connects the kitchen and living room while you held your pan just the side of your head, ready to attack whoever walk through. You kept your guard up as you listened to the sound of footsteps. It didn't take long for one of the footsteps to start walking to the direction of you. You took one last shaky breath before holding it, once you knew the presence of the guy was just right before the door. You jumped out with the pan moving fast to the guy and your eyes tightly closed, not caring to see who it was.
"AH!!!y/n!what are you doing-!?"
A soft and startled voice squeaked that made your eyes shot open, the scene was like in slow motion. Your pan was slowly swinging to the direction of one of your boss. Not just any boss but it was the lovely and gentle Uchiha you've quiet known... It was Izuna Uchiha, you saw him quickly activate his sharinggan and catching your wrist that held the pan while the other hand rest to your shoulder, stopping your attack. You were breathing fast and a small sweat went down you left cheek. You noticed that there was a small tint blush on his cheeks and the smell of alcohol reached your nose.
"I-izuna?" You stuttered in emmbarassment and your eyes wide open at the realization. But before any of you said something a voice joined.
"WhAt'S tHe CoMmOtioN HeRE?"
(What's the commotion here?)
A voice slurred and you snapped your head in its direction only to see a drunk Shisui stumbling and leaning to the wall for support while he walked towards the two of you. You also noticed how drunk he smell and by the looks of him, you knew your two boss is drunk.
"Nothing. Come on, we need to get you some water." Izuna said calmly. You looked up to him and saw him gave you a small smile and you nodded. You helped shisui drink a glass of water while Izuna took out a tray full of glass with water in it.
"U-uhm...why do you need these for?" You asked, keeping your heart beat at a calm pace from earlier events, you held the tray secure to your hands as Izuna gave you an apologetic smile.
"The others are...also drunk..." He explained while he put one of Shisui's arm over his shoulder and walked back to the living room, you followed him with curiousity booming through your body but decided to wait for some explanation.
The three of you walked and it didn't take long for you to see the other 4 Uchihas on the couch. Madara sitting with his arms spread on top of the couch, Obito mumbling something with his eyes closed, Sasuke's eyes were also closed with his head leaning to Itachi's buffed shoulder, Itachi's head was in hands, slowly rubbing his temples. They all have clear pink blush on their cheeks. Their gaze went to the three of you before their black eyes moved towards your small and cute frame. You blush at their movement and you can't actually help but to look down to your feet under their blazing gaze. Izuna walked closer to another couch and made Shisui sit there with you following behind and together, You and Izuna made your way to the others, distributing the glass of water each to one another. They mumbled a small 'thanks' and 'thank you' before drowning the glass into their throats.
"So...what happened?" You asked as you sat beside Izuna and Shisui. Izuna sighed deeply when he sees the others looked at him. He knew he would be the one explaining... everything.
"The Senju finally agreed to us with building another company and we celebrated that leads us to our drunken state." Izuna explained, he slumped his back to the couch, allowing himself to relax. You nodded, fully understanding the situation and before you say a word. Another voice joined in.
"What happened -hic- earlier at the -hic- kitchen?" The husky voice asked, you knew this voice so your head turned towards Madara himself and you quickly got nervous because who wouldn't? You just nearly attacked and hurt one of your boss with a Pan.
"U-uh..about that...I was lost in thought that I didn't realize you all...came back here...i-i- thought there was an intruder so...I uhm..nearly attack Izuna...with a Pan..." You explained, you fingers nervously fidgeting with each others. Izuna who saw your nervousness decided to step in.
"It's ok really. I didn't got hurt. I was proud to know y/n can defended herself and for the safety of the house... plus, we totally forgot to let you know that we're here...so yeah." Izuna said with a smile, he patted your head gently making your tensed muscles go relax under his touch. The others took some moment before humming in approval.
"I wish I could've seen her adorable face when our little maid was about to attack~" Shisui purred right beside the shell of your ear. Shisui's statement brought a small smirk to the lips of Madara, Obito, Sasuke and of course Itachi while Izuna just smiled sweetly (Izuna is too innocent for this). Heat rush through your cheeks again and you fell into the pits of emmbarassment making you look down to your lap. You still have your apron on which was a bit wet.
"For once in my life I agree with Shisui. y/n is really cute in that maid outfit." This time, it was Sasuke's voice that said. Your eyes twitched at their teasing but it didn't help you one bit.
"Someone's flustered~" Obito teased, leaning his chin to his palm as he stared at you. By this time, your face was all red like a tomato and Izuna who was a bit drunk sighed. (He is jealous｡◕‿◕｡) You didn't notice how wide and sinister Itachi and Madara's smirk was cuz' you had your head down.
"Stop making n/n flustered. Your all drunk." Izuna stated sternly and he stood up with you, you face still hot even when you heard Izuna mentioned your nickname he used to call you. "I'm going to bed, you guys can just go to your own...good night everyone." Izuna said and dragged you to a hallway, not giving the others time to say good night back. You and Izuna's room were just right beside each other so he doesn't mind walking you to your room. Once you two reached your own rooms, you gave him a small hug which he returned back.
"Thank you Izuna...have a great night!" You said quickly and broke the hug before he did the same. "You too y/n." And with that, you entered your room and shutting the door behind you. Your face became hot again once your brain flashed the statements of your bosses, saying those things flawlessly in front of each other.
You sighed, shaking your head before changing to your pajamas. You let your head fall to the soft pillow and your blanket covers your body, providing you enough warm and letting you fall into a soft slumber.
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*Creak*
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*Closed*
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You slowly stir from your sleep as you hear slight movements in your room. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and your sight focused on a big shadow hovering over you. Your eyes widened but didn't make any sound... You noticed it's long spiky black hair and glowing red eyes.
"M-madara dono?"
(Dono = master/boss etc. It's the same as 'sama') You asked, your voice slightly trembled with fear as you stared up to him. Madara was smirking sinisterly and the smell of alcohol was still around him, hinting you that he was still clearly drunk.
"You've been such a good maid for us y/n...we should probably give her a reward~" A voice slurred beside you. You turned your head to your right and saw Itachi with a pink faint blush on his cheeks while looking at you. Your faces were inches away from each other. A growl escaped the older uchiha and you turned back your head to Madara.
"Yes indeed your right Itachi." Madara growled, bringing his fingers to your chin making you look more up to him. His sharinggan was glowing through your dark room and you felt fear. What were going to happen? What if- your thoughts were cut off by Itachi's gentle voice.
"We aren't going to hurt you n/n. Trust us, we maybe look like very drunk men but we still have full control of ourselves." Itachi said, like he was reading your thoughts. You gulped your own saliva while you slowly nodded, your eyes were still focused on the glowing red eyes of Madara. Do you really trust them? One wrong move and you're doomed. You're all alone in your own room, with the two older Uchiha who smell alcohol roaming in their bodies...
"God, it's your fault for making our hearts throb hard y/n." Madara suddenly blurred out of the blue making you look dumbfounded and confused. Itachi chuckled softly at your reaction and brought his hand to touch your soft cheek.
"He means that you made us fall in love with you y/n. We all love you once you stepped inside our lives." Itachi explained making your eyes wide in realization.
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WHAT!?
"W-what?" You manage to whisper. Your thought's voices was louder than your real voice. You didn't know how to feel anymore. Now that you've known that the 6 Uchihas was in love with you! .... But how though, you were just their maid, you were just a commoner unlike them who were raised in a pool of money.
"Don't think that we are joking here y/n. We know what we feel and now that you know the truth, we don't care about your social status. We know how pure your heart is, how you would help other people... that's why we want you." Madara explained, he leaned to your face and kissed your forehead with a deep sigh.
"We all have talked about it and that's why we 6 love you...I hope you're ok with it" Itachi said, kissing your cheek. You felt emmbarassed and hurt at the same time.
"B-but...Izuna is Madara's brother and Sasuke to Itachi...H-how will this even work?" You asked, you hands gripped the sheets of your bed while your eyes got teary. If you'll accept their love, it'll be very weird cuz' Madara and Itachi will be sharing their girlfriend with their own brother. And if you reject their love, all of them will be broken even if you pick one of them...You tightly closed your eyes, your head began to hurt like hell at the thoughts. What's even worst is that, they've discussed this all to themselves without you knowing.
"We knew this might hurt you but we promise each other we'll do anything to keep you ours. We'll work with the help of each other. We promise you." Madara said, bumping his head to your softly while Itachi kissed your hand. The comfort your getting from the two older male was very convincing and you nodded your head slowly.
"You two really mean it?" You asked, sniffling with your red puffy cheeks. The two nodded and kissed your cheeks before giving you a bear hug. The hug caused you to fall on your back to the bed with them snuggled to either side of your neck. Their hot breath fans your soft neck as their eyes closed and hands tangled securely around your waist and shoulders.
"With all of our lives y/n."
The two responded, making your lips curl into a small smile.
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Oh.my.god.that was fricking LONG👹
But then again, I finished it!
Also. I can make part 2 of this if y'all want!!!
#Obito#Sasuke#Madarauchiha#Itachi#Izunauchiha#Shisuiuchiha#Uchihaxfemreader#fem!reader#slightteasing#narutovariousxreader
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at least i let the light in - sneak peek
“Hope. Something he’s not felt in a while. The thought tickles the corner of his mouth into a smirk, but it disappears as soon as his brain registers what’s happening.” or Bradley Bradshaw sees a therapist after the worst breakup of his life. An epilogue in tandem with ‘cause no one breaks my heart like you.
TW: brief mention of therapy, brief mention of suicide, alcohol and drunkness. please feel free to bypass this if you are uncomfortable with these topics.
A/N: hey guys!! first of all, i’m SO thankful for all your support and kind comments about ‘cause no one breaks my heart like you. i’ve been debating writing an epilogue because i don’t want it to be one of those things where she automatically forgives bradley and everything is back to normal because that’s not realistic and def not what she deserves. i also wanted to dive deeper into bradley’s headspace to give you guys some sort of finality and closure. this piece is certainly not finished, but it will be hitting your dashboards soon so for now, please enjoy this little tidbit!
Somewhere in Between
The small aquarium sitting next to him blows soft circular bubbles of air into the blue-toned water. The starfish on the side of the tank glues itself tightly to the glass; the tubed feet wave at him and invite him to, “Come closer, closer, closer. Your secret is safe with us.”
The still frame of a scene from Finding Nemo flashes and is gone as soon as he thinks of it. He had never watched the movie fully anyway. It was put on the TV screen one night after too many glasses of wine and ended with lazy fucking on his couch and sloppy attempts at a hickey on the column of his throat.
He shakes his head to dislodge the thought of Finding Nemo and the starfish and the hickey. If he shakes hard enough, he figures that you’ll fall out of his brain too. His eyes glance towards the blue carpet. On the floor near the waste basket lies a pack of gum that narrowly missed the trash. He recognizes the teal packaging anywhere, and once again, the memories of you come running back in full swing.
He’ll never get rid of you. After all, you’re the reason why he’s here. Right? Blaming you about why he feels so horrible doesn’t make it real anymore. Right?
You’re wrong and you know it.
The angel and devil on his shoulders never shut up nowadays. He knows that there’s some moral complexity fighting to reveal itself to him when they both start to say the same thing.
The air inside the office is chilly. He usually likes being colder than normal, but this is the kind of cold that feels sterile. Unpolluted. Untouched by any trace of human life. It’s the kind of cold that makes your toes numb through your shoes, and he has to wonder if he’s actually cold or if it’s a side effect of numbness - of being so ensorcelled in a conglomeration of emotions that he feels nothing at all.
It wasn’t his idea to see a therapist.
He honestly wasn’t even considering going when his friends ambushed him with the idea. He was drunk and some pieces of what happened are missing; some of the audio cut out from conversations he was having and faces and names jumbled up in a big ball of color that he can’t pick apart for the life of him. He remembers Jake saying something along the lines of, “We’re not gonna babysit you and watch you kill yourself.” (Certainly not exactly what was said and kind of harsh, but Hangman has never been anything less than blunt.)
He remembers seeing a mosaic of faces and he’s pretty sure a group hug thrown in there somewhere between the events that led to him laying face first on Phoenix’s couch and waking up in her sunlit living room the next morning.
What he does remember is hearing Phoenix cry in her bedroom.
Phoenix cries in the solitude of her own home, she had told him before. And she was never home and was always around people, so Bradley took the context clues of what he observed and what she had said to mean that she wasn’t a crier. Not that she didn’t cry or want to, anyway, but just that she didn’t because she was never able to do it comfortably.
But hearing her stifle her cries to not wake him up was heart-wrenching, and he knows that to make Phoenix cry is to hurt her so deeply that she has no other choice.
So that’s how he ended up here in a blue-hued office in a brown leather chair with a menacing-looking starfish observing him as he twiddles his thumbs.
The therapist he’s seeing is hard to read, but has kind eyes. His dark skin glows in the sliver of sunlight offered by the window. His graying beard places him in his late fifties, early sixties, maybe.
The framed pictures of ship carriers and midshipmen in dress whites tell the story of a fellow Navy man. Bradley learns that he was a Captain, just like Maverick, and that his name is Charles.
He figures that the intake questionnaire the receptionist made him fill out did more than gauge how screwed up inside he feels.
He hopes that they’ll be a good match.
Hope. Something he’s not felt in a while. The thought tickles the corner of his mouth into a smirk, but it disappears as soon as his brain registers what’s happening.
You’re smiling. Actually smiling. That’s the angel talking.
What the fuck is there to be happy about? The devil speaks up.
So much for him thinking they were on the same page. . .
“Bradley,” Charles starts, “I don’t want this to feel so. . .”
“Scary?” he finishes, “My mom put me in therapy when I was six. I know how this goes.”
Charles offers him a soft smile. “Sterile,” he corrects, “I was going to say sterile, but I guess scary can come to mind too. It’s your session. I’m just here to listen.”
He gives a soft snort through his nose. The therapist he had seen in college was never this relaxed.
“Well,” he begins to speak before chewing on his lip.
Fuck. What does he even say?
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