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#i liked the idea of him growing out his hair and that turned into this

norrisleclercf1 · 2 days

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Hello. I have this idea of a Charles and Wolff reader where they’re happy but some crazy merc fan or a mugger somewhat loses it on her and injures her and everyone figures it out a bit late and they’re scared and something full of angst and cute moments later?

A/N: Oooooo love this just be mindful of the warnings below

WARNINGS: ASSUALT AND STALKING YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

You could tell something was off.

Being Toto Wolff's daughter, you were used to a certain level of staring or being even being noticed, but this was different, the feeling of being watched. It was like a sniper was zoned in on you, anytime you moved the eyes followed you.

Maybe it was a reporter, your mind tried to reason, but you knew this wasn't right. It wasn't the normal, and you didn't see a single camera or phone in the restaurant. "You, okay?" Jumping out of your skin, you give Bono a weary smile. "Of course, just tired and miss Charles," Bono hums, knowing your boyfriend was at a different restaurant celebrating with his team.

"Do you want to go home, sugar, you can." Your father smiles, placing a comforting arm on your shoulder. The hair on the back of your neck stands as your head whips around, but no one is staring or much less paying attention to your table. "I'm going crazy," You whisper, Toto hums, but you wave him off. "Nothing, Papa. I'm going to head back to my hotel room, okay?" You whisper in German, Toto smiling and kissing your cheek.

"Text me when you get there safely, and Charles as well," Nodding you stand on shaking legs as you push through the craziness and out into the cool spring air. Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart. Making the walk back, you feel that buzzing and cold dread settle into your skin.

Looking back just a little bit you see a shadow moving behind you. Whipping back around you speed up but you hear the feet behind you grow louder. Taking a turn you start to run, but yelp when large hands pull you back. A scream is ripped from your throat, bag lying in the street as feel kicks and punches land all over your body.

"Traitorous whore!" The person spits, and kicks you one last time, vision growing fuzzy, you see them walk away as your eyes close.

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"Toto, I'm sure she's fine. Her and Charles are probably, having some quiet time." Bono tries to reason, but Toto shakes his head no. "Charles just had a video posted by fans of him talking to them outside. He's not with her, something isn't right." Toto throws the doors open as he takes the walk back to the hotel. Bono grumbles but follows as he swears nothing is wrong.

Making the turn, Toto comes to a hault, seeing your purse lying on the ground. "No, Y/N? SUGAR?" Toto screams, as he rushes around looking for you. Getting to the alleyway, Toto feels his heart stop, as he sees your crumbled body. "NO!"

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Charles wanted to cry, he wanted to scream. He wanted to see your eyes as you lie in the bed beaten and bloody. "How did no one notice?" Charles whispers, running his fingers over your skin, voice tight and cold. "We're sorry, we thought she was back at the hotel with you," Bono whispers, but Charles scuffs.

A groan passes your lips which has Charles springing up and looking down at you. "Hey, hey take it easy," You smile hearing that warm caramel voice of Charles. "Hey?" You whisper and Charles leans down, humming as you smile a little wider. "Should take up boxing," Charles groans bumping your heads which has you giggle but then groan in pain.

"Fuck the boxing, we're going american style and getting you a gun," Charles whispers, which has a wet laugh pass your lips. "Maybe Leo can become an attack dog," You joke, just not wanting to think about what happened. Charles giggles, kissing your lips and smiling down at you, "He already terrorizes our ankles, anyone will run from that." Charles joins you, knowing this helped you.

"Hey, they found the guy, some pyscho ass fan. Been arrested," Bono whispers, popping his head in. "Thanks Bono," Charles whispers and traces soft patterns on your arms knowing it calms you. "When can I go home?" Charles smiles, placing one last kiss on your lips. "In two days, then we can just eat ice cream," You smile and kiss him back.

"Not, your ice cream though, I need some real shit," Charles gasps, and you giggle as you see the betrayal on his face. "Excuse you, I'd have you know my ice cream is real," You snort but make a face of pain as it caused your ribs to hurt.

"Okay, maybe one thing of it," Charles shakes his head as your face turns somber and eyes heavy. "I love you," Charles smiles, "I love you,"

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macabr3-barbi3 · 2 days

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Apologies, first time asking for anything. But what about usually touch avoidant Alastor being intrigued by reader and he begins touching them more and more often that others begin noticing. When called out, he starts doing it more privately but maybe more intimately…? (Just to figure out how he feels about it of course).

Can end however you’d like but I just thought it’d be funny to have confused Alastor and flustered reader. 😅

*little snippet of the idea*

“Well aren’t you pretty as a picture?” He asked lowly. You rolled your head to the side allowing his clawed fingers to reach further. You moaned lightly as his claws scrapped against your scalp, a small line of drool falling from your lips as he continued his slow intoxicating scratches.

“Oh, now that isn’t a sound I would’ve expected to hear from this.” He says chuckling.

You buried your face in his thigh, turning to your growing blush as well as release more of your hair so he could move to another part as he continued his lazy caresses.

“I would’ve expected this more from Husker. But you, you are desperate for some affection aren’t you?” He crooned before his fingers wound on your hair and gave a gentle tug.

You felt your eyes water slightly and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you fought back another low sound. That simple action had changed the simple pleasure to one of a much….darker more interesting one in you and you felt the stirrings of excitement begin to look in your stomach.

“Alastor.” You whimper softly, your eyes closed.

The hand holding your hair opens quickly and you slump down slightly as he released you unexpectedly until you tilt your face up to catch his eyes confused. His smile was seemingly frozen in place as his expression seemed mildly confused.

You blushed realizing what had happened and moved to push yourself off his lap. “I-Im sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ you begin saying before his hand moves to between your shoulder blades and he pushes you down firmly to keep your head in his lap.

“Hush.” He says harshly. His grin more of a snarl now. “I did not say anything to indicate I was done. I was merely….caught off guard.” He said, his tone softening as he spoke. His fingers returned to your head as he resumes slowly carding his claws through the locks gently. His ministrations entrancing as he intermittently scratched, rubbed, or pulled lightly at the strands. “Such a curious little creature.” He murmured as his claws trailed towards your ear. “So easily controlled…far too trusting.” He says as he catches the hair behind your ear in his grip pulling at it gently causing you to gasp.

His grip tightens before he pulls you up to look at him. “You’d allow me to do whatever I pleased to you, wouldn’t you?” He asked lowly, the static overlay on his voice thick. You nodded quickly, tears pricking your eyes at the painful grip in your hair.

But his responding smile eased you slightly before he relaxed his grip allowing you to return to his lap.

“Good girl.”

HELLO ANON FIRST I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT THE SNIPPET WAS BEAUTIFUL I SCREAMED WHEN I READ IT 😭

Next: I hope this fits what you were looking for!! I decided to keep it mostly fluffy with some suggestiveness 💕🫶

When Alastor first meets you he doesn’t seem to know what to think of you- another cat demon roaming the streets of Hell that has found its way to the Hotel to join the Princess’ cause, surely. He eyes you similarly to how one might keep a cautious eye on a new pet- just sort of waiting to see what you would do. You watch him watch you across rooms and lobbies, keeping his distance, never getting too close.

Until one day when you’re making tea in the kitchen and he drops a hand on your head, trailing his claws lightly across your scalp like he’s petting you. You drop your cup in shock, and it shatters on the floor as you whirl around, the light dusting of fur lining your arms on end, teeth bared. You force yourself to calm down when you notice its just him, and when you ask him what he was doing he replies, “oh, just sating my curiosity! You looked so fluffy, I simply couldn’t resist.”

But he does it again. And again. Just tiny touches here and there, a hand brushed against your ears, a finger stroking down your tail- you think once you might have imagined that he pushed the pads on the paws of your feet while you slept on a lobby couch. He always sites intrigue as his reasoning for touching you, like he’s testing the waters for… something. He doesn’t deign to tell you what, of course, just emits his staticky little hum after every instance and goes about his day, unaware of the hammering of your heart, the instinctive desire to lean further into his touch. He does it everywhere, almost every day, and despite there almost always being other people in the room no one ever says anything about it.

Then Angel catches you.

Well, catches isn’t the right word- you weren’t doing anything wrong, or scandalous. But when Alastor drifts his hand over your head at the bar one night, a soft scratch behind your ears that makes you smile dreamily, the spider whistles high and loud. “Damn, Smiles, I thought ya didn’t like physical contact! Scratchin’ kitten here behind her ears, this is downright pornographic for you!”

Alastor stiffened at the words, a short burst of static screeching through the air before he vanished, dipping into shadows without another word. Your heart sank and you shot Angel a glare before letting Husk serve you something sweet and tasty that makes your cheeks heat and your limbs loose and tingly.

You ran into Alastor on your way back to your room, and when you lowered your head and made to sneak past him he dropped his hand on your head and scratched behind your ears again, this time placing a hand on your arm to guide you to lean against the wall while he did so. “Perhaps it would be best,” he says lowly, eyes lidded looking down at you, “if we kept this to move private instances, hm? I find that my curiosity is not yet sated, but I don’t relish the idea of others making comments on what should be kept between us. What do you think?”

You would have agreed to anything to keep his claws rubbing at that sweet spot behind your ears, but all you could do was nod, soft enough that his hand isn’t dislodged. “Lovely,” he murmurs, and rubs the thin skin of your ear between two of his fingers. You can’t stop the rumble of your chest as you purr a little at that, and his amused chuckle makes your face heat. “Let’s get you to bed, darling.” He leads you to your bedroom door and drops a kiss on the back of your hand before he fades into the shadows again.

And then he doesn’t touch you at all.

For two weeks.

No hands that brush against your skin or through your fur or across your tail. He sits away from you whenever he can, and when you do manage to snag a seat next to him on occasion he claims he has elsewhere to be and disappears, leaving you upset and twitchy every time. You hadn’t realized how much you had come to enjoy those touches from him, even if he was just doing it to see how he felt about it. You had never noticed him touching anyone else- it had made you feel a little like you were special. But he was avoiding you now, his hands a safe distance away like he was with everybody else.

You lament about it to Husk at the bar one night, a couple drinks in- thinking that, as a cat, he might relate to the touch-starved feeling you were experiencing- before he finally cuts you off and shoos you away, complaining that “I don’t need t’be hearin’ that shit, go bitch to him about it.” You take his advice and slowly make your way up the stairs, only getting lost in the halls twice before you remember where Alastor’s room is and knock lightly on the door.

It takes him so long to answer you almost leave, tail swishing dejectedly on the floor until the door opens and Alastor’s ears perk up at the sight of you. “Hello, dear! What brings you my way so late this evening?”

“Oh, I was just… I don’t know really, I’m-” You cut yourself off, looking down at the floor in sudden, burning shame, ears flattening on your head. “This was stupid, I’m gonna go.”

You’re halted in your turn to leave by a claw-tipped finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his. “Ahh, I believe I see the issue. Come in, darling, we’ll discuss it.” He takes your hand and leads you into his room, his shadow flicking the door closed behind you.

Alastor settles into his chair by the fire and gestures to the one across from him for you to sit in, eyebrows raising in amusement when, instead of following his gesture you drop to your knees, a whimper escaping as you hit the ground painfully and lean towards him to rest your forehead on his knee. “I see,” he murmurs, and lets his hand brush over your ears, making them twitch. “Heavens, we can’t have this, now, can we? Allow me to rectify the situation for you, dear.” He rubs gently at one of your ears, humming to himself when you tip your head to the side to grant him better access. “I hadn’t realized you felt so neglected- my apologies.”

“It’s fine,” you mutter into the fabric of his slacks. “I didn’t mean t’- ohhh.” Your words devolve into a soft moan when he scrapes his nails against the base of your ears, mouth falling open at the feeling of bliss that it generates.

“Aren’t you just lovely?” He asks, and you can hear the chuckle in his voice. “Who could have guessed a little isolation would put you in such a state- you’re just desperate for some affection, aren’t you?”

“Don’t tease me,” you whisper, eyes clenched shut so you can’t see the expression on his face- one of ridicule, surely. Perhaps this was what he had been curious about- how long it would take before you made a fool of yourself in craving his touch when it was denied after having it freely given for so long.

“Tease you? I would never.” He wraps a strand of your hair around his finger and pulls, gently but enough that your head comes up from his lap, tilting your face in his direction so he can look at you. Eyes still closed, they water at the tension, the faint ache of it pulling at something deep in the pit of your abdomen, twisting the pleasure from something soft into a dangerous, carnal thing.

“A-Alastor,” you whimper softly, hands coming up from where they’ve been pressed into the floor to grip at the fabric of his slacks, wrap around his calf with a gentle grasp. His hand releases immediately, your hair slipping through the fingers and making your head fall limp for a moment before you catch yourself. When you look up at him his smile is tense, brows cocked in a way that implies he’s confused about something and you realize your mistake- you take your hands off him immediately, starting to pull your body away from his. “God I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

Alastor reaches for you again, cups your cheek in one hand and brings his other over to twist back into your hair, gently guiding you back down to put your head back in his lap. “Nonsense,” he says, his tone a little rougher now before he clears his throat and looks down at you, something reminiscent of fondness tinting his expression. “I reacted in a manner I didn’t expect- you did nothing wrong.” He lets his clawed fingers card softly through your hairs, scratching and rubbing against your scalp in the most delightful way, making you shiver against him. The hand cupping your cheek brushes a thumb against your face and you lean into it. “So responsive. So trusting.” His voice lowers again, his grip in your hair tightening a fraction before he eases the pressure, resumes his soft stroking of you. “I think I could do just about anything right now and you’d be pleased as punch to allow me, wouldn’t you, dearest?”

“Yes,” you mumble, only half listening to what he’s saying as he continues to touch you, caressing your head and ears and neck with the soft brushes of his fingers and claws. It's lovely, the way that you feel right now- weightless, carefree, taken care of. Why had he stopped for so long? What had you done wrong? “Please,” you say, not really sure what you’re asking for, but ready to beg if needed.

“Ah, good girl,” he says with a soft smile. “We’ll save all that for another evening, hmm? I think you need some sleep for the time being- join me up here, darling.” He uses his hand on your head to guide you up from the floor, standing from the armchair as you do and releasing your hair to slide his arms under your legs and back, lifting you in his embrace. He deposits you onto his sheets, pulling the covers over you. “We’ll talk in the morning- rest well.”

When he moves to step away your hand darts out to grab his wrist- a weak gesture, but enough to halt him in place. “Please stay,” you ask him, not willing to let the touch go quite yet after having been denied for so long.

“I suppose if you insist.” Alastor huffs a sigh but acquiesces, a tendril of shadow reaching across the room to drag his armchair closer to the bed. He takes a seat and resumes his gentle stroking of your ears, occasionally letting his hand run down to brush over your shoulders and the end of your tail where it’s flicking out from under the covers. “Now sleep, dear- sweet dreams.”

You drift off to the soft sensation of his hands on you, Alastor’s staticky hum lulling you into an easy sleep.

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kozumesphone · 1 day

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hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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mattslolita · 2 days

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𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 ( 𝒎. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃! )

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

the cool breeze of the boston air whipped throughout her hair softly as she gazed up at the night sky in front of her — the stars looked like freckles dancing across the canvas of someone's face, painting a wondrous scene in front of her.

sat on the side of her was her boyfriend matt, who had been admiring the beautiful brown skinned girl beside him. in his mind, the starstruck look on her face was easily more beautiful than the view of the stars splayed in front of them.

being that the two were already surrounded by family most of the time, they didn't always get a chance to have alone time with one another. this surprise date idea was initiated by matt, and she was quick to oblige as she had been incredibly happy.

"did we run out of the white cheddar cheez itz that fast?" she whispers to him, turning to see that he already had his eyes on her.

"y/n, you finished them during the car ride here," matt laughs at her softly, but his eyes go wide and he snaps his fingers at her, "but wait, i bought more snacks cause i know how you are."

she playfully shoves his arm, as he gets up and walks back over to his minivan. she puts her arms under her head and lays her head back, looking back up at the scenery with a soft smile on her features.

when he comes back over to see her, he's so mesmerized by the starstruck expression she has on her face that he doesn't even bother to announce that the snacks are back.

instead, he goes and lays down next to her, gently placing his head next to hers as his arm reaches over and pulls her waist closer to him. he traces small patterns on her stomach, creating a tingling sensation throughout her body as she leaned into his touch.

and the two stayed that way for a while, lost in the feeling of each other — the soft hum of the owls in the distance mixed with the small buzz of the city life below the hill they were on created a peaceful moment that they were sure to take in.

"which star is yours?" matt asks her, his gaze now on her as she bites her lip in contemplation.

"do you see the constellation orion right there?" she says softly. she points to the alignment of three stars which portray orion's belt.

she grabs his hand into hers and lifts his middle finger up, tracing out the pattern of orion the hunter above them — then she slowly moves his finger to the bright eye which belongs to taurus the bull. "taurus."

"your sign," he smiles, and hums in agreement, turning to smile at him.

"unfortunately though, you can't see leo very well at the moment," she explains to him, "taurus is northwest of orion, also surrounded by gemini with aries on the right side of it."

"do you know where leo is usually located?" he asks, causing her to beam as she nods furiously.

"leo is like between cancer and virgo, and its other constellation neighbors are hydra, leo minor, ursa major, and sextans which are the only ones i can remember right now."

"sextans, huh?" matt grins suggestively, to which she smacks her teeth with a playful eyeroll.

"grow up, matthew," she giggles, and gosh he loves the way his full name rolls off her tongue. "can you try and not make this sexual right now?"

"depends," matt shrugs with a grin, slowly placing himself on top of her, tucking a french braid away from her face as he presses a kiss to her nose, "how long can you go without resisting me?"

she giggles at him and presses their lips together slowly, until suddenly a small flash of light moves across the sky in hues of blue, causing her to grin into the kiss — a shooting star.

her wish was to stay in moments like these forever.

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inourtownofhawkins · 2 days

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🇺🇳🇨🇴🇳🇩🇮🇹🇮🇴🇳🇦🇱🇱🇾

Summary: After coming off your medication, you're really suffering through the withdrawals but your boyfriend helps you through it.

Author's note: I know many people won't relate to the things going on in this fic but as someone currently going through withdrawals from my medication, I thought I could use it for a fic because goddamn I might as well turn my suffering into art. Special thanks to @hellfiremunsonn for helping me with the pet name!

CW: 18+, talks of poor mental health, medication withdrawals, Steve calls reader angel.

Word count: 485

Tagging: @rowanswriting @quinnigallagherjones @hellfiremunsonn @stevesxyellowxsweater

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

You did not feel well at all; from the constant zapping inside your head to constantly feeling like you were floating, your withdrawal symptoms were absolute hell. It was your own stupid fault for coming off your medication cold turkey, but in your defence, you had no idea the withdrawals would be this bad.

All you wanted to do was curl up with Steve in his bed bed and watch Narnia or have a Doctor Who marathon together until the zapping inside your head and the nausea went away. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend was stuck at work and wouldn’t be home for a few hours, so you had to deal with your symptoms alone.

Wrapping yourself up in one of Steve’s hoodies, you turned on 90 Day Fiancé to have at least some background noise, just so you weren’t lying in bed in total silence. You struggled to concentrate on anything for long periods of time so to have something mindless was the best thing you could do.

You must’ve fallen asleep because you were woken up to feeling Steve’s fingers gently brushing through your hair, causing you to give him a shaky smile as you opened your eyes.

“Hey angel, how’re you feeling?” Steve asked, continuing to stroke the top of your head and your hair.

You groaned a little before sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before wrapping the bed covers around yourself. “Like a peach… a battered and bruised one.”

Steve smiled softly, almost sadly. “I’m sorry, angel. I promise I’m gonna take a couple days off and look after you.”

You shook your head, leaning into him. “You don’t need to; I think I just need to sleep this stuff off for the most part.”

He pouted slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head. “Is there anything I can do to make things better?”

Pouting yourself, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I just need you here,” you whispered, your voice cracking a little as you sniffled. Groaning, you moved away from Steve to wipe away your tears.

Your emotions had been all over the place all week; you broke out into uncontrollable crying over the smallest things, and you were growing tired and irritated of it. All you wanted was to go back to normal but that felt like a lifetime away, and for all you knew your withdrawal symptoms could last for months.

Seeing your tears, Steve pulled you into his arms and held you close, rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. “I promise I’m gonna be here for you, angel. How about I put on Narnia and order some sushi?”

Wiping away your tears with the sleeve of Steve’s hoodie, you nodded your head and crawled back into bed while Steve pressed play on the TV and the title screen of Narnia greeted you.

#spilled ink #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #joe keery

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dinogoofymutated · 22 hours

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When I say “eat the rich”, I mean getting a taste of those Warren Worthingtitties, leaving hickies all over him, and give him a good head 🤪🤤

Spicy!Angel/GN!Reader BET U DIDN'T THINK I WAS GONNA TURN THIS INTO A FIC DID YA? HEEHEHEEHHEEH. I've had this idea stuck in my head for days and ended up writing it while I work over some of the struggle I'm having with that wolverine fic! I've got one beta-reader (Kinda) so I'm using feedback from them and my drunk self to fix some things up! This is just a short little thing due to that, but it's food nonetheless!! It's WaTXM warren again sorry not sorry I'm obsessed. TWS: No explicit smut but this is fairly spicy. Sneaking off. Lipstick marks. As always, reader written while picturing Fem! But no pronouns mentioned. We smooch the rich boy. That's it. That's the plot. Warren is a switch and I stand by that.

Warren’s chest is heaving underneath you. He’s biting onto his finger to muffle his sounds as you continue to kiss, nip, and suck at this exposed skin. His camel coat is unbuttoned from the waist up, his vest and shirt similarly disheveled with his tie almost completely undone. His jawline, neck, and collarbones are all dotted with red lipstick marks and fresh purple hickies. You’re unbuttoning just a couple more of his shirt buttons to kiss just a little further down his chest, nipping and sucking another hickey onto his pec as he gasps sharply, his wings fluttering and twitching underneath the tan fabric.

“We really should… Get back out there…” Warren pants. You’re only halfway listening, too busy blessing his pale skin with evidence of your love and adoration for him. You slide your hands in between his inner layers and his coat, reaching behind him to bush your hands through the soft feathers of his confined wings.

“Can we just stay hidden for a bit longer?” You ask, leaning back up to draw him into a kiss, which he eagerly returns, chasing after you when you pull away. “-I know your dad is big on these galas and everything, but they’re just so…”

“Stuffy? Annoying? An excuse for him to raise money for his bigoted campaigns?” Warren scoffs.

“Yeah, that.” You giggle, leaning in for another chaste kiss. “And here I thought it was just me. I didn’t really grow up with these things, so it’s a bit of a culture shock.” Warren sighs at that, leaning his head against the wall you had him pushed against.

“Trust me, it’s not just you.” He frowns. He brushes a few stray locks of hair away from your face as his expression shifts into something a bit softer.

“I told you that it was okay if you didn’t want to come. Don’t feel like you have to be here for my sake.” Warren murmurs. His soft tone of voice leaves you feeling a little guilty, and you set your hand atop his own as you frown.

“I know… but I didn’t want to just leave you here all alone.” You say rubbing your thumb along his knuckles. “…Besides, who else was going to sneak off with you?” Warren smirks at that, mimicking your own mischievous smile. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him, stepping away from the wall as he straightens up his posture and leans over you.

“Well, we could always take it up a notch. Not go back at all- not that I really could in this state.” Warren chuckles, looking down at his chest. You can see where each mark fades into a lighter color, having kissed your lipstick off completely as you lavished him with the act.

“Sorry. I got a little carried away, didn’t I?” You say, only a little guilty about it. Warren chuckles again, cupping your chin in his fingers as he drags his thumb across your smeared bottom lip.

“It’s not like I wasn’t begging you for it.” Warren hums deeply. You swear your heart stops beating for a moment. He pulls you back into one last breathtaking kiss, one that leaves you just a bit unsteady when he leans away from you, just as gone as you are,

“Now come on, let's get going before my father notices we’ve left” Warren is tugging you further down the dark corridor, and you find yourself hoping that maybe the two of you would be leaving via the window rather than the door.

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gothushi · 2 days

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pressure

pairing: rob x photographer!reader

warnings: overstimulation, rob pulls out, one spank, mentions of bruising, unprotected sex (wrap it up.)

note: so…. lot longer than expected… :c i Think next chapter may be the final one.. might do a little epilogue of them going to the movie premiere (like that idea ive mentioned twice) we’ll see…

word count: 10.6k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | this is part 5!

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Stirring awake in the morning is.. nice. The clock ticking on the wall reads 8:34AM, morning traffic heard from the open window, a breeze coming in. You’re warm though, tucked in against Rob’s side with his arm around you.

Snuggled against Rob, in his bed.

You’re snuggling Rob right now.

Blinking, you shift, slowly trying to move back, eyes groggy. But his arm around your back tightens around you, tugging you in close again as he murmurs, “Stay.”

Pausing, you tense a little, lifting your head against his shoulder to peek up at him. Your cheeks flush with heat, so close you can see the small blemishes on his skin, his pores, the scar on the forehead. Laying your head back down, you’re more aware of how it feels to be pressed against him, how warm he is, but he seems so.. relaxed.

His hand on your back slides up, petting over your hair, his eyes remaining closed. He doesn’t seem to have a care in the world now that you’re here with him, so close, his head tilting to nuzzle against the top of your head. The touch instantly relaxes you, not as tense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, you listen to the sound of cars honking their horns several levels below. The sun’s beginning to shine through the windows, just reaching the edge of his bed, casting a warm heat in the room.

You feel his blunt nails scratch over your scalp and oh, you’re a goner, slowly starting to drift back to sleep. Purring out a pleased noise, sleep finds both of you again for another two hours.

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Eventually he wakes up again, the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table enough to make even me rouse a little. It’s one of his friends from their headquarters, one of the few people he willingly socializes with, calling to check on him after hearing what happened. He also gives an update on the search party, that they’ve contacted via radio and haven’t found anything yet but did find where you were camping, and that he has faith they’ll find the others.

You’re still half asleep as you faintly hear his friend talking over the phone, Rob’s hummed responses vibrating against you, your arm hugged over his chest.

“Hey, have you heard from Y/N? She doin’ okay?” His friend, Jacob, asks, “Miya wanted me to check on her too but- I don’t have her number.” Shifting against Rob, your legs stretch a little with a soft noise.

“She’s… here.” Rob answers softly, “She’s here with me.” He peeks down at you as you stretch, his heart melting, hand landing on the nape of your neck and brushing your hair away.

The touch tickles, blankets having moved off your legs, bare and tangled with him. Your skirts ridden up a little, good leg tossed over his lap. Nuzzling closer, you’re somewhere between dreamland and reality.

“She-..” Jacob pauses, before his tone turns teasing, “She’s at your place?”

A small smile tugs at Rob’s lips, but his eyes stay on you, “She’s in my bed actually.”

“You-” Jacob gawks a bit behind the phone, “In your bed? You? Rob, have a girl, Y/N, in your bed? With you?” He rambles, “Seriously?”

His smile grows as he fights the urge to laugh at his reaction. You’re still nuzzled into his chest, and his head moves to pet over your head again, “Yes, she’s here, and she’s in my bed with me.” He says plainly.

“Wh-.. when did this happen? Did you guys- y’know-?” He lowers his voice a little, teasing.

“No,” Rob answers, rolling his eyes, chuckling lightly. He wants to act casual about it, even though he feels similar to how Jacob is reacting. He honestly can’t believe you’re here too. “We just.. slept together. Not like that.”

“Oh my God,” Jacob responds, “I thought I’d see you eaten by a big cat before you cuddled with someone. Have I been missing something? Do you have a crush on her?” He blabs about, rattling off questions for his friend.

You shift, face burying into his neck, lips pressing against his skin as you inhale.

He chuckles again at Jacob’s reactions and they way he’s teasing. He could easily deny having feelings but.. That’d be a lie. “I.. might.” Is all he gives, “Can you blame me?”

“Shut up, really?” It’s almost like two girls gossiping with the way Jacob reacts, “Since fucking when? Is she- does she know?”

Rob sighs a little as his friend continues to get all giddy over this topic. He’s usually one to keep his emotions to himself, details of his life more private, “She… might have some sort of idea.”

“My lips are sealed dude, I promise. I seriously couldn’t picture you with anyone- sorry, that sounds kinda mean. But, y’know what I mean. Anyway, you just rest and I’ll keep you updated if we hear anything.” He laughs a little, clearly enjoying teasing Rob.

“You’re fine,” Rob muses softly, “And thank you, please let me know if anything happens.”

With a quick goodbye, Jacob hangs up. You shift against him again, pushing your face into his neck some more with a quiet noise. Rob’s smiling as he looks down at you, setting his phone aside,. He’s never felt so peaceful as he lays here now, hand caressing over your shoulder and neck. His hand lowers to pet over your waist, your hip, toying with the fabric of the skirt you wear, and as if the universe has perfect timing, your phone rings in your purse across the room, sat atop his dresser.

You don’t seem to wanna wake though, snuggling further into him with a complaining noise, making him chuckle softly, “Your phone is going off..” He mumbles, his thumb rubbing over the outside of your thigh.

Inhaling deeply and then sighing out, you reluctantly roll away and get up out of his bed, hair and clothes mused up, Tank top riding up on your waist, skirt wrinkled, you reach his dresser and dig in your bag for your phone, seeing your mom calling as the ringing ends. Silence lingers for just a moment before it rings again, what you expected, and answering with a slight clearing of your throat, “Hello?”

Rob can’t help but smile as he watches you get out of bed, seeing your body in such a natural state, so damned gorgeous… He rolls onto his side, sitting up on an elbow, listening to you talk.

“Yeah.. no I’m alright. Yeah.” Sitting down on the edge of his bed, back to him, you talk quietly. Rob can faintly hear a womans voice over the phone, “No I’m- I can tell you about it later.”

Sounds like your mom must be worried, as you reassure her. He watches as you sit up a bit straighter, trying to stretch out your back, muscles sore. “Yeah.. no I don’t know when I’m coming home yet. I always tell you the same thing, it just depends.”

Seeing your actions, he scoots closer until he’s behind you, sat up, his hand landing between your shoulder blades as he mumbles, “Y’okay..? Where’s it hurt?”

You use your good hand to gesture back to your shoulder blades, continuing to speak to your mom, “I know mama but I tell you everytime and you always forget.” His hand starts to rub gently, knuckles going in circles against your back, working slow to hopefully ease some of your pain. He listens intently, hearing the exasperation in your tone when you’re talking to her, making him smile a little.

“I know, I know. Yeah I will. No I didn’t get anything for his birthday yet it’s not for another month- I do *not* put things off until last minute.” You groan, as she begins going on a tangent you won’t get out of. The light massage helps, making your eyes flutter.

Rob makes an amused sound at your words, smiling “Mama-.. yes I know, it’s the 18th. Yes.” Rubbing your hand over your eyes, you sigh, “Did you call just to aggravate me?” He can hear the slight humor in your tone, not really angry.

Rob leans in, nosing at your bare shoulder. Your hand comes back to swat at him playfully, “Stop, I”ll be back by then and I’ll have everything I need, okay? I promise.”

He leans back in again, amused, listening some more as his lips graze your skin, “Yes, yes I’ll call you when I know when I’ll be coming home. Yeah.. okay.. mhmm..”

“She still goin’ on?” He mumbles, lightly kissing a bruise on your shoulder blade, grinning. Another swat at him.

“Yeah mama, I know. I’ll check on it. I know.. okay… I love you.. yeah, bye.” Finally hanging up, you exhale, glancing down to your phone to see any other notifications you have. You’re torn between turning to him or leaning away.

He keeps his eyes on you, breath fanning out over your skin, bringing his chin just above your shoulder, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you mutter back softly, eyes closed now. You can feel how much closer he gets, the feeling much more intimate.

“You sure?”

“Mm.. yeah.” Swallowing, your cheeks flush with heat, almost too bashful to turn and really face him. His hand has moved down your back, rubbing lightly, leaning in a little more so you feel him exhale against your ear.

“Are you really sure?”

You sense that, this time, he’s asking for consent. For.. this, as his lips graze your neck. You shudder despite the warmth coming from the open window, “..yeah.”

He shifts a little closer, so close his chest is almost against your back, hand planted flat on your tank top, fingertips brushing your skin between your shoulder blades. He noses at your neck, the edge of your jaw, “Can I..?”

The hand that was holding himself up on the bed moves, his body sitting up more for balance as it comes up to turn your jaw towards him, now looking at him, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes fluttering open with the move, you stare back at him. You feel your heart beat just a bit faster, “I-.. yeah.”

You barely finish the word before his lips claim your own, and he pulls you closer with his hands wrapping around you. The gentleness and delicacy of this kiss is what sends shivers down your spine, moaning against his mouth. His tongue sweeps out, licking against your lower lip, testing the waters for permission. Leaning back into the bed, he pulls you with him to rest on him, letting you adjust to get comfortable.

One of your hands finds his forearm, the one not bandaged, just holding gently for support. You easily kiss back, letting him take control as your lips part. He lets his tongue slip past your lips, hand moving to the back of your head. He wants to kiss you longer, wants to pull you closer and closer, heat curling in his gut. His mouth never pulls away, claiming yours and all you can do is whine against him. The noises are muffled against his kiss, your hands finding the front of his tank top, grasping at the fabric as you bring your legs back up on the bed slowly, leaning into him.

Arousal swirls in your veins, you don’t remember the last time someone kissed you like this, if ever, so gently like you’re made of glass and they want nothing more than to break you. His other hand is on your back again, fingers running up and down slowly, He pulls back ever so slightly, panting, lips brushing against yours. The feeling of your breath fanning over his lips, eyes lidded, skin heating up, he can’t get enough.

Leaning in again, you sigh contentedly into another kiss. You aren’t extremely experienced in this department, and it’s almost like he can tell, the thought sparking arousal in him. Panting softly to get air in between kisses, he groans out, fingers bunching against your tank top. Your good hand is flat on the bed for support, the other grabbing at his shirt. A whine is pulled from you at the feeling, the sound of his happy groan making a throb start in your clit, desperate.

You’ve never been kissed so.. greedily, yet filled with need.. care. He pulls away a little, just enough to let you breathe properly, eyes lidded as he stares up at you. He can see the flush on your face, feel your heart pounding. He just stares at you, gaze so heated before leaning in again, kissing you deeper this time. His tongue licks over yours, gasping softly, hand coming up to cradle your face. Pulled halfway onto his chest, you have no choice but to kiss back, whining again.

He pulls back just enough to swallow, panting softly, “Fuck..” The noises you make have his cock swelling, a different kind of heat compared to the open window being felt. His swear has a whimper forming in your throat, because God you didn’t think kissing could feel that good. Your senses are overwhelmed, an incessant throbbing between your legs as you drop your forehead to his collarbones.

He hums a soft noise, a little ‘hmm’, as you shift your body to have your leg over his, the brace on your knee pressing into the bed lightly. His thigh between your legs pushes against your clit, skirt riding up over your ass whilst his greedy hands feel at your skin, one hand tangling in your hair to pull you into another kiss. Moaning, his hips buck up, slowly, other hand on the small of your back hiking your skirt up some more.

Another full on whimper escapes you, heart pounding and hips naturally rolling down in search of that same friction again, “Mm-”

You’re already embarrassingly wet, slick pooling in your panties as he uses the hand on your back to slide down and urge your hips to rut against his thigh. He’s starting to ache, all blood rushing south as your hip bone pushes against his lap. The only thing on his mind right now is how much he wants you.. and making sure it’s what you want too.

Rob feels your nails press into his shoulder, the good one, grabbing onto his flesh as a lewd slick noise sounds from your kissing. Teeth catch your lower lip, tugging and letting go and his tongue licks over yours once more, taking away your breath.

Your muscles ache with every movement, but you don’t care, too occupied with getting more of this feeling, more of him. Grinding down harder, you mumble his name into the kiss, panting, skin warm. The little whines and breaths you give have him rock hard, his hand sliding to cup over your ass in a tight grip, pulling you down against him.

He pulls away from the kiss, and your head drops into his neck, whining and rolling down onto him at a slow pace, thighs spreading further, panting to catch your breath, overwhelming arousal flooding your senses. “You okay? We can stop..” He pants softly, voice gentle. He doesn’t want to stop, but he’s gotta know your boundaries.

Your lips part against his neck, breathing heavy, answering with a slight shake of your head “No I’m-.. ‘m okay.. just.. not used to this..” you admit.

He smiles a little at the admission, rubbing his hand over the curve of your asscheek, caressing gently, “Can I kiss you again?” The feeling of your body pressed on his is making him dizzy with desire. The flush of your skin, the sound of your breathing, all so intoxicating..

Shifting a little, your movements cause you to push on his thigh some more, causing a moan to fall from your lips, the sound tapering into a laugh at his question, nosing up his jaw as you lift your head, “Mm.. yeah.”

His own hips jolt up, giving a little pleased noise himself. He leans his head down, lips connecting with yours again. One hand on your head, the other on your ass. He doesn’t ever want this to end, licking over your tongue, forcing your lips to part with his, urging you to grind on him like a couple of needy teenagers. He didn’t want to rush this but he isn’t sure how much he can hold back.

It feels like all your limbs are turning to jelly, pussy throbbing just from the muffled noises he makes against your lips. You whine louder and he actually growls, causing a shudder of arousal to shoot up your spine and your knees spread wider. Your nose nudges against his as you tilt your head, desperate, almost drooling against his lips.

His hands find your waist, tugging you up his body a little as he disconnects from your lips with a slick noise and finds your neck, mouthing at it hotly. Tongue darting out, he licks over the sensitive skin, oh God, your nails dig into his shoulder again, grabbing on and he knows he’s found a good spot, a strained noise escaping you. Your thighs try to press together on instinct but they just squeeze Rob’s leg, making him grunt. You smell so good to him, something sweet, like a sugary perfume.

His own breath stutters at the realization, listening to your whines and whimpers, hands sliding down over your ass, “Can I mark you?” He murmurs against your skin.

If you weren’t wet before, you are now. A fresh wave of arousal pools down to your clit, soaking the fabric of your panties. Swallowing, your head tries to drop into his neck but a hand raises to keep it up, “Yeah,” it’s breathy, “please.”

A low, guttural groan comes from his chest as he hears the little plea, cock twitching. He noses against your jaw, licking before kissing beneath it, lips moving down to the base of your neck. They find the junction of shoulder and neck, sucking there. That spot causes a chain reaction, your back arching, nails scratching skin, hips bucking down onto his thigh, “Rob-”

He growls again hearing his own name, the desperation in your tone, his hand on the back of your neck. He bites a little and you nearly go limp against him, his own hips rutting up with a sigh through his nose.

Rob finally rolls you both over, gentle, being sure to support you as he lays you back and hovers overtop. The movement pulls a short squeal from you, face flushing in embarrassment, His one hand keeps him held up as the other cradles your face, diving back in for another searing kiss as his hips meet yours. This time you can feel how hard he is, thin layers of clothing separating you two.

Hands grasp onto his biceps, thighs parting around his hips, his knees spread, pushing into the bed and underneath your thighs, helping support your aching knee. It pulls another louder moan from you, breaking the kiss to toss your head back and gasp, “Rob-”

He immediately moves down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin whilst his hand moves from your face to your waist. You skirts ridden up, bunched at your hips, tank top exposing your navel. His facial hair tickles your skin, lips no doubt sucking little marks that will form within minutes. He bites down again on another spot and it pulls a plea from you, “Rob.. Rob-nnh-”

The sound of your voice has him throbbing, hips grinding down, clothed cock pressing against your clit so deliciously. If he peeks down he can see how soaked you are, panties darkened with slick. “D’you want me to do more?” He pants, his own cheeks a bit flush.

You whimper breathily and nod, eyes lidded, “God- please.” Your hands roam his arms, one over his good shoulder to feel at his back. His hips roll down again, lips kissing at your neck gently, feverishly. They ghost over your collarbones, sucking lightly, kissing at the top of your chest. His hand slides down, sitting up on his knees to find the hem of your tank top and push it up.

Arching to help him, the garment is tossed to the side on his floor, revealing your plain bra. He groans though, hands roaming over your torso, feeling up over your skin and then grasping at your tits over the fabric. Leaning back down, his lips find the top of your tits, mouthing hotly at the skin, humming in content whilst you whine and toss your head back.

His lips move down, and when they reach your belly button he kisses around it, lips exploring every inch of your skin. The muscles tense as he does so, squirming around against his bed, hips trying to roll up for friction. As he moves lower, your hands tangle into his hair, “Please…”

His hand reaches and rubs over your stomach, before both hands slip behind your back and undo the clasp of your bra, slipping the article from you and tossing it aside with your tank top. His fingertips leave goosebumps in their wake as his hands slip around again, grasping at your now bare breasts, thumbs swiping over your nipples and pulling a whimper from you.

“You’re so pretty,” his nose nudges against your navel, muscles in his arms bulging, “never seen anyone so beautiful.”

Heat coats your face at his words, averting your eyes to the side with another whine, pressing your lips together. One hand tightens in his hair a little, tangled in the soft brown locks with need.

Feeling your soft flesh is like heaven to him, massaging your tits in slow circles and pinching at the peaks of your nipples, grinning to himself. He sits back up, pulling away, grunting as he tugs his shirt off to leave his upper half bare. It joins the other clothes on the floor before he lays back over you, lips finding your neck as he rolls his hips down.

Whimpering at the sight of him, a desperate noise leaving you, your arms loop around his shoulders, hips bucking up to meet his. He groans at the feeling, nipping at your skin, whilst you feel embarrassingly close to an orgasm already. The coil pulls tighter and tighter, making you pant, “Rob-!”

His breath catches as you whine his name, arms caging you in, one hand ghosting down over one of your boobs like life support. Little love bites litter your neck now, left behind by his suckling. Gasping softly and huffing a strained noise, you try to warn him, “Rob- mm, ‘m gonna..oh God-” Your legs tense, feeling weak.

Rob’s cock absolutely throbs at your words, humming a content noise against your skin with panting breaths, “Go on, cum for me.” He’s practically begging, voice rough.

That’s all it takes, overwhelmed. His pleading tone, his hand massaging over your chest, kissing your skin, aching cock grinding into you. The coil snaps and you cum, tensing before your legs shake, trembling. A gasping moan leaves you before panting out hard, stuttered noises sounding with each exhale, “Oh- mm-! Rob, Rob-” Your arms tighten around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair tightly.

The feeling of you losing yourself under him, because of him, has him groaning, sucking a mark above your collarbone. His cock aches as he cums in response, rutting down against you and making a sticky mess in his boxers. His hand holding him up curls into the blankets, trembling.

The moment calms down as you both pant, your hands smoothing over his biceps and his lips gently pressing against your neck, hair falling in his eyes. He flops to the side, arms pulling you in close against his chest, groaning softly. You’re both warm with a light layer of sweat, your head nuzzling into his neck. Your skirt and underwear feel sticky, like too much fabric, but you can’t do anything about it now, letting out a weak moan.

His hand grazes the skin of your back, up and down, slowly breathing normal again as you both calm down from your orgasms. If he focuses enough, your hair smells like.. strawberries? Must be your shampoo. The traffic below slowly filters back in to your senses, heat breezing in from the window.

“That was..” You swallow, eyes closed, “nice..”

Rob huffs a small chuckle at ‘nice’, thinking it was much more than that. He tilts down to kiss your head, “You okay?”

“Mmm..” You hum in affirmation, nodding a little against his neck. “You ruined my skirt..”

He chuckles again, “Sorry.. it was worth it.”

The response pulls a giggle out of you, “I don’t think you’re sorry.”

He noses at your hair, “I’m sorry about ruining your skirt. I’ll get you a new one.” He’s grinning, obviously not feeling bad about it at all.

Giggling again, you’ve finally caught your breath, sliding off of him a little to just lay on your side beside him. He rolls to face you, tugging you back in, not wanting to be too far away. His lips find your forehead.

Your eyes flicker up, looking at his face, flushed still. He grins down at you, before leaning down to connect your lips. It’s much softer than the one.. what? Twenty minutes ago? Gentle, slow, sighing contentedly through your nose as your eyes close. It’s tender, and he lets his tongue swipe in to explore your mouth again, slowly.

Slow and purposeful, he kisses you. One hand cradling your head, the other one your back. There’s no rush, no urgency, just a deep sense of connection between you two. Your own thumb brushes along his jaw, feeling the soft facial hair there. Squirming, that slick sensation comes back between your thighs, making you flush with embarrassment.

He pulls away, eyes fluttering open, his own cheeks a bit warm as he cradles your face in both hands, “Okay?”

“Uh-..” Flushed, your eyes dart to his lips and over his other facial features, “like I said you uh… ruined my skirt- it’s just a bit… y’know.. sticky.” You clear your throat a little.

He grins, a slight smirk on his face, “I’m sorry about that sweetheart.” His hands slide down to your ass as his nose nudges yours, “I can help take care of that.” Once more, his lips find yours, taking control.

“Mm-!” Your own hands hold the sides of his face, fingertips pressing into his hairline. He grips hard at your flesh, massaging over your ass and making you muffle a whine against his lips. They slip away to trail down your neck again, licking, suckling. “You just-.. have really good stamina or what?”

It comes out breathy, making him laugh against you, hands urging you down again because he’s still hard. The sound of your voice is enough to spark that desire in his once again. The warmth of your skin, he wants to explore every inch of your body. A little whiny noise is pulled from you with the way his fingers press into your skin, grabbing and kneading the plump flesh. “You just make me feel so good, I can’t help it..” he says, voice low and husky.

His hands just barely brush against a bruise on your thigh, making you jolt, causing your hips to roll down with a whine, “Rob..”

When he hears you whine his name like that, a guttural growl escapes his chest. He leans in to kiss you again, hands grasping the backs of your thighs to tug you closer. A whimper is pulled from you as he growls, muffled by his lips as you kiss back. Panting ever so softly, mumbling against his lips, “I like when mmm, when y’do that..”

Those words make him want to just finally fuck you, right here and now. He groans, pressing you back into the bed as his lips trail down to the valley between your tits. Your hands find the pillow beneath your head as he explores you, his lips hungrily searching for more, leaving little marks where he pleases. He goes lower, kissing over your stomach, ghosting over your sides, facial hair tickling against you. At one point you do giggle, the sound tapering off into a whine as his tongue licks over your navel.

Rob moves past your skirt, over your thighs and kisses at the slightly bruised skin, almost apologetic. They part naturally for his body to fit right between them, fingers trailing over your hips, holding onto you. He can practically feel the heat radiating off of you, lips slowly moving towards your clothed pussy. The fabric is soaked in your cum, and the mere sight makes his cock throb.

His hands hike your skirt up, fully exposing your panties, cute cotton ones with a lacey waistband. Your head lolls to the side, eyes falling closed, squirming desperately for friction, “Rob..” Seems your favorite word is his name.

Rob curls his fingers into your waistband, tugging your underwear off of you. As he leans back down, his hands glide along your skin, eyes focused on your center. He groans, seeing just how soaked you are, skin slick. His own desire wells up, lips finding the junction of your navel and thigh, mouthing at the heated skin. Whining, you reach down and tangle your hands into his hair.

Feeling motivated by your actions, eyes dark with lust as he looks up at you, he brings a hand up to feel how wet you are. The action makes you jolt, proper contact sending your senses reeling, gasping at the pad of his middle finger circles over your clit before sliding down over your hole, feeling the slick pooling there.

“Oh- Rob,” your legs squirm, back arching a little, everytime his finger rubs up over your swollen clit you jolt as if you’ve touched a live wire. He brings another down, rubbing two in slow circles as his tongue licks over your hip, moving closer and closer. He wants you to be satisfied, to give you exactly what you want.

He’s speeding up a little, adding pressure over your slippery clit, and it makes you gasp again, “Nnnh- Rob.. ple- mm, please..” You’re pleading now, starting to pant a little. It’s difficult to stay still, hips rolling into his touch.

He knows just how sensitive you are, clit swollen and slick with your own cum, making his mouth water. His other hand shifts to your hip, holding you down lightly, “I got you.. just relax and lemme take care of you..” he mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your hipbone.

Eyes fluttering at his voice, how sweet he sounds, you whine, “Mmm-hah.. ‘m sensitive..”

“I know.. I know.. but it feels so good, doesn’t it?” He grins, slipping his fingers down and ghosting over your entrance, barely pushing it before sliding back up to your clit.

They move in faster circles causing you to jolt, whimpering as your eyes squeeze shut, hands leaving his hair to grasp at the sheets. “Yeah,” you gasp quietly, moaning out loud, “I wanna-.. wanna feel you.”

He doesn’t think he can get any harder, throbbing in his sweats. Fueled by desire, he leans down and presses an open mouthed kiss to your clit.

Squealing a moan, your hands fly to his hair again. They tangle into the locks, grasping tightly that it hurts his scalp a little as your heels press into the bed, arching up. “Oh my- fucking- Rob!”

He feels your thighs almost clamp on his head, tongue gliding down and flattening on your pussy as he explores all of it, groaning against you and sending vibrations up your spine. His hands twist under your thighs, latching onto the outsides of them to keep you still, practically making out with your pussy, eyes lidded. His tongue flicks up over your clit, lips latching around it to kiss at it.

Writhing around, your head tosses back, whining, “Rob- mm-! Stop I’m.. I can’t, I wanna feel you,” you plead. Your muscles already feel weak, previous orgasm has them like jelly and you’re eager to have him fuck you properly.

Rob’s greedy though, suckling at your clit, flattening his tongue to lick down over your entrance and pulling away to take in air before repeating the process, his own cheeks flush red. He doesn’t want to stop, obsessed with the way you taste and feel, fingertips pressing into your skin. Reluctantly, he forces himself to pull away, chin and facial hair wet with your cum. He crawls back up over you, kissing up way up, before meeting your lips, mumbling, “Want me to fuck you?”

You can taste yourself on his lips, making you moan because oh my God you’d be embarrassed if it weren’t so damn hot. Your hands find his waist, grasping at his bare skin, trying to push at the waistband of his sweatpants, “Please..”

He sits up a bit, helping you, his own breath heavy as pushes both sweats and boxers off his body. He’s so fucking hot, naked, cock heavy and fucking achingly hard as he lays his body over yours, nosing at your jaw, his cock nudging against your clit, “I’ve wanted you for so God damn long..”

Your knees bend, thighs pressing against his hips. Whining, you curl your arms around his neck, feeling his bare back and being mindful of the bandage as your face flushes, “I’ve-.. me too..” you whisper and then blurt quickly, “want you.. not-.. me.” You clarify as if it’s actually needed. Lord you’re embarrassing yourself now.

He laughs softly, chuckling at your words. Even just being able to laugh in this moment makes his desire spike through the roof, kissing along your jaw to your chin, eyes lidded as he focuses on your face. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he says between his little kisses.

He rolls his hips down, cock dragging over you. between your lower lips and coating himself in your slick, “Since..” your eyes flutter, making it difficult to speak, “since when?”

Rob’s breath hitches a little, because honestly, he isn’t sure. He wishes he could pinpoint the exact moment he became infatuated with you, but he just can’t remember.. not feeling this way. “I don’t know.. I think I’ve felt like this for a long time.” He admits, nose bumping into yours as he smiles a little.

His lips meet yours again, passionately, grinding down against you for much needed friction, one hand sliding down your stomach. “Easy.. just a little, okay?” His kisses down your neck, his fingers toying at your entrance before pushing one in, nice and slow. It makes you whine, almost delirious with arousal as he preps you, thick fingers stretching you out.

Another one for a minute, before he nudges a third but you interrupt with begging, “Please.. please.”

He knows what you’re asking for, and doesn’t want to hold out any longer. He swoops down to steal another kiss, fingers pulling out of you and spreading your slick all over his cock with a breathy groan, grinding down as he guides himself into you.

Despite what he really wants to do, he goes slow, gentle to let you ease into the stretch. And God is it a stretch. Thick, pushing in so slow it makes your toes curl and a whiny noise escape you, gasping around moans as your hands grab onto his biceps, “Oh my- God.”

You’re so fucking warm, dripping along his cock and down his balls, making his own spine tingle as his hips push flush to yours. Knees push into the bed, thighs sprawled over his lap as he grunts again, “You okay?”

All your limbs feel like jelly, heart pounding in your chest, but you nod, “Mhmm… oh my God-” You’re whimpering, nails digging into his skin. He reaches so deep, just all the right places your fingers normally don’t find, back arching.

His head tilts up to kiss you on the forehead, an intimate touch, adjusting himself before starting to move. It’s slow at first, almost torture as he drags his cock along your walls, just out to the tip and pushing flush to you again, a lewd slick noise between your bodies. He has to rest his forehead on your collarbones, growling again as he speeds up, hips smacking into yours with sharp slaps.

You’re delirious with pleasure, nuzzling against his hair, grabbing at him anywhere you can. You’re squeezing him so nicely it makes his head spin, lips peppering kisses on your skin where he can reach, a hand moving down to grab at your ass, hauling you up further into his lap, “God you feel fuckin’ good.”

The praise has your already hot cheeks reddening further, a pitiful whimper sounding from you. Your tits bounce with his hard thrusts, and he suddenly finds interest in them as he licks, tongue flattening over one of your nipples as his free hand grabs the other.

“Right there- right..nnnhah-” You can barely even speak, squealing little noises and whimpers, sweat coating your skin.

“There?” He pants, keeping that same angle and pounding into you a bit harder, before moaning your name against your skin with a curse.

Another orgasm is already right there for you, creeping up at an alarming rate, “Rob- nnngh! Rob, Rob,” your hands grab at his hair, his bicep, squeezing and gripping hard, pussy clenching around him.

“Give it, fuck, give it to me, c’mon,” he groans, suckling your nipple back into his mouth, tongue laving over the peak. His pubic bone keeps smacking on your clit with each thrust, sending you over the edge with a second orgasm.

Thighs trembling against your will, you cum, squealing a cry against the top of his head, holding on for dear life. Rob’s growling, pulling out just to spill his cum all over your pussy and stomach.

You’re beyond sensitive, even the feeling of his cum dripping down your cunt is enough to make arousal shock through you. Your nails have left red marks on his arm, panting hard as your heart pounds in your ears. You’re mindlessly kissing his shoulder, where his neck begins, because oh God you bit him as you came.

He still grinds against you, smearing cum into your skin as he shakes, your own body barely cooperating. “God..” he murmurs, nosing at your neck, “you are so..” He can’t even seem to find proper words, trailing off into another groan.

You lick over the bite mark, kissing it, eyes lidded as your body tries to calm down. Hands splaying over his back, faint red welts in spots from your nails, you turn your head to try and meet his lips in a kiss. He obliged happily, kissing back with a sigh through his nose.

It’s sloppy, slow and uncoordinated as you’re both coming down from second highs. You whimper as his hips move, pushing his cock against your entrance and he grins a little, “Sensitive, huh?”

“Oh shut u-ah!” He grinds down again, your nails pressing into his arms before one of your hands smacks at him, albeit lightly.

He chuckles, hands moving to grab your arms and lightly hold them to the bed beside your head, grinning down at you as he grinds his cock down again, head catching on your clit. Gasping out a pitiful noise, you complain again, “Rob- I ca-nngh, can’t..” your thighs involuntarily shake, parted around his hips.

He pushes right back in, slow, slick with his cum and yours in a mess that drips down your skin. The sight of you trembling under his body is too much, his heart pounding steadily. He tightens the grasp on your wrists a little, cheeky, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Your body is on fire, head tossing back uselessly, gasping and stuttering little noises as he moves in and out of your already oversensitive pussy at a slow pace. “Rob- if you.. keep, ‘m gonna..” you can’t even string words together, hands wiggling in his hold.

“Gonna what?” he grins, panting softly, thrusting just a bit faster and rolling his hips down at just the right angle. Head dipping down by your ear, he teases as he repeats, “Gonna what?”

Your lower lip wobbles as you whimper, clenching tightly around him as you try to hold back your orgasm. Your heels dig into the bed, knees bent, trembling and trying to decide whether you want to push down or pull back, “‘m too sensitive.. sto-mmm-!”

“No I don’t think I will,” he whispers, groaning a little as he moves a bit faster again. He can feel you squeezing around him, cunt rhythmically clenching with your pleasure. You can barely move, forced to take the overstimulating pleasure with whines, chest heaving.

“Rob-”

His lips find your neck, biting lightly, “*What?*”

You don’t get to answer his taunting question as you squeal out a cry, hands wiggling in his grasp as you orgasm again. It’s drawn out of you so slow, bordering on painful as your hips kick up against him. Practically crying with the intensity of it, you push your face into his neck, hands curling into fists.

“God that’s good, that’s it..” Rob growls, hips rolling down nice and slow, cock slick with your cum, “Easy..”

Your body writhes, shaking under his ministrations, “Stop, stop please I can’t..” you whine, “can’t take anymore.”

His hips slow to a halt, buried to the hilt as his lips pepper kisses along your neck, shushing softly, “Shh shh, you're fine.. let it come down naturally..”

Lidded eyes fall closed, rolling back as you pant hard. Thank God he slows down, because you feel like your nerves are made up of live wires. Every mere touch has your body jolting, giving a pathetic moan in response.

He stays still though, grinning, lips traveling up to your cheek, “Shh.. just breathe, I've got you..”

Meeting his lips for a slow kiss, only interrupted by a few whines as he finally pulls out of you. All your limbs feel like jelly, too weak to move. He keeps you close though, letting go of your wrists, petting over your cheek as he coos reassurance, “Easy..”

You pant for a few more moments before giggling breathlessly, “You’re talking to me like.. ‘m some feral animal..”

“Oh, and you’re not a feral animal?” he says teasingly, playful, “Here I thought you were the one who bit me.”

“I did no-..” You pause, looking up at him, “Shut up.”

He chuckles a laugh, laying down on his side and pulling you close to him, hand rubbing over your back, “Well I think it was very rude of you, so now you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“I think the orgasm you forced out of me made up for it.” You mutter, closing your eyes, basking in the sunlight that shines in over the bed, “Besides, you liked it.”

He laughs again, hand trailing over your skin, “Me liking it is hardly the point,” he muses. Even though you’ve had your fill, he can’t help but want more, you’re so pretty laid in front of him.

“I can not go again… I think I’ll faint,” You groan, swatting a lazy hand at his chest.

He slides his hand up to your arm, giving a light squeeze, “Just a little bit? Just for a little while?” He plays, obviously teasing.

“I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

He laughs louder and catches the hand you swat at him again, leaning down to nose at your neck, “Yeah, as if you can even move right now.”

Tilting your head away to he has room, sighing out at your eyes close again, “I can’t even feel my legs.”

“Exactly, your legs don’t work right now.” He mumbles, kissing lightly at your heated flesh, “So why don’t you let me have my fun for a while?”

“You’re a dick.” You give your own breathless laugh, shoving a hand at his bare chest.

Grinning wide, he grabs your wrist again, leaning over you more to kiss at your neck, “And you’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

Giggling again, you stretch your legs out with a groan. The sun is warm, illuminating the bed and warming your already sweaty bodies. Rolling onto your side to face him, eyes closed as you get comfy, honestly ready to go back to sleep.

Rob’s smiling down at you, bringing a hand up to pet your hair from your face, looping his other arm underneath your head as a little pillow to have you close. “Comfy?” A kiss lands on your forehead.

“Mm..” Your heart pounds in your chest for a different reason now, because you just.. had sex. You remember his sweet words, and he was so gentle.. “I really like you.” It comes blurted out before you can even think, eyes still closed and you almost grimace at how.. foreign the words feel on your tongue.

Something changes in his expression, softens, smiling down at you. “Oh do you?” He muses softly, hand tracing over your cheek, but there’s something else in his tone now.. happiness, excitement maybe? He leans in and presses another sweet kiss to your forehead, “I really like you too.”

For half a moment you were horrified of rejection, getting kicked out, but.. he returns the sentiment. Nuzzling closer, wrapping an arm over his torso, feeling at his back, you snuggle into his chest.

“This is nice..” he murmurs softly, content, one hand idly playing with your hair.

Humming in agreement, you’re nearly ready to fall asleep again. He seriously wore you out, and if you think on it too much your face will start to flush again. You aren’t worried about it much though, as you’re so drowsy you’re starting to fall back asleep.

He doesn’t move a muscle, simply enjoying the moment and affection, nuzzling against your head as he yawns himself. Within minutes, both of you are back to cat napping in the sun, ambient noise of traffic and the breeze drifting away.

—

A little while after noon if when you wake again, rolling onto your back with a slight moan, blinking. Rob’s still asleep, arm tossed over you, not wanting to lose the sensation of you or let you go even in his sleep. He mumbles a noise at the movement, but stays asleep. You can’t help but stare, admiring him. The scars on his forehead, hair loose and tucked behind his ear. You’ll have to remember to ask about his scars, how he got those two.

After everything that happened earlier, you feel a bit more confident in yourself, enough to lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

That seems to wake him up slightly, eyes fluttering a little. His arm tightens around you, the other shifting under your head and looping around your back, tugging you closer as he rolls onto his back. Hauled halfway onto his chest, you giggle quietly at his mid sleep antics. Resting a palm on his chest, thin sheets tangled with your legs, you tilt up to press another kiss to his lips.

He grumbles a noise, arms tightening again as his eyes begin to flutter open, “Morning..” he mumbles groggily, tilting his head down towards you.

Smiling up at him, “It’s actually 12:30.” You inform, finger tracing circles on his skin.

He grins at your correction, eyes blinking as they come to focus. Your legs are tangled with his, finger still moving on his chest. You just admire him as he does the same to you, and you flush a bit. Afterall, you’re laid in bed with the man you’ve had a crush on for who knows how long, after we spent the night together, albeit innocently besides this morning..

“Y’know..” you mumble, eyes looking at a little mole beneath his collarbone, “I don’t.. remember having any nightmares last night.. no.. dinosaur growling around the corner..” There’s that friendly reminder that the entire point of you staying was so you’d both feel safer.

“What a coincidence..” he chuckles, shifting to pull you a bit closer, “I didn’t either. I had quite a few good dreams though,“ he grins.

That makes a small laugh sound from you, lowering your forehead onto his collarbones for a moment before lifting your head again, “Shut up you pervert.. I didn’t imagine you to be so.. pervy.”

He shakes his head slightly at your playful words, rubbing a hand over your shoulder, “Oh yeah? You didn’t realize? Maybe this big tough zoologist is a lot more perverted than you thought.” He teases in return, shifting so one of his legs is in between yours.

“Big tough zoologist,” you laugh, burying your face into his neck, giggling. “You are kinda scary sometimes, you used to really intimidate me.”

“Did I? Good.. maybe I should go back to being intimidating then.” He grins, tone playful, “Oh no, scary zoologist, I’m gonna eat you up.”

Bursting into giggles, laughing against his neck, “Shut up! It’s true! I remember when I was too nervous to even talk to you.”

“Really?” He hums, “I had no idea. So, you used to be scared of me?” His voice is playful as he asks this, squeezing you closer, “How’d you get over it?”

Keeping your head laid on his chest, cheek pressed to his skin, you shrug. “I dunno.. just. Ended up being put on more expeditions with you and each time I liked you more..” You admit, tone sheepish.

He smiles bright at the confession though, “So you were just secretly falling for me more and more?” He’s trying not to sound too happy about this, but he is.

Whining into his neck, “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Am I?” He’s clearly enjoying this. “Did you keep thinking about me back at camp?”

“Shut up I’m not talking about this.” You retort, whining some more.

Although it is kinda romantic. It reminds you of a grumpy and sunshine trope, slowly falling for each other over the course of expeditions and working together. This last trip really just.. added fuel to the fire.

“Mm..” he hums teasingly, grinning. “Oh I think you have a lot to tell me. Let me guess.. ou used to fall asleep thinking about me. Dreaming about me,” he muses, a mischievous look on his face.

“I did not! I don’t have time to listen to this.” You move to roll off of him.

He doesn’t let you though, hooking his arm around you to keep you against his front, “Uh uh, we’re not done.” He’s having way too much fun bantering with you.

“Leave me alone.” You whine, wiggling atop him.

He wraps both arms around you, grinning, “Nope. Not gonna happen,” hugging you tight, there’s a glint in his eyes, like a predator with a catch, “Besides, you have to tell me about your naughty dreams about me.”

“I did not have naughty dreams about you, you pervert. You wish.” You mutter back.

“Oh really?” He hums, rubbing his hands over your back. “So what, you just fall asleep perfectly, innocently thinking about me?”

“Mhm.” You know he’s just teasing, but you are quite embarrassed, so to distract hopefully, you tilt your head down and press an open mouthed kiss at the base of his neck.

He groans softly, head tilting back, hands tightening on you as you tongue grazes his skin. “Mm.. oh, that’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” You mumble innocently, slowly pressing kisses up his neck in a trail. You hand is still flat on his chest for support, eyes lidded. This is the first time you initiate something between you two, not him kissing you, but the other way around. That thought alone has him groaning again, breath hitching.

“That..” he actually sounds as if he’s whining, “stop that,” though he’s clearly enjoying himself.

Giggling against his neck, peppering some light kisses there, “‘m not doin’ nothin’.. I dunno what y’mean..”

He feels his cock stir, heat clouding his head as his hands roam over your sides. “Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing,” he murmurs.

“Do not.” You argue back, continuing the slow, sweet kisses. Suckling lightly at his skin each time, you move up to his jaw.

His eyes flutter and he hums, hands squeezing your sides more, “Mmm.. knock it off.”

So you listen, grinning, “Okay.”

He chuckles, the sound reverberating beneath you, “You know exactly how to push my buttons. Don’t do that.” He grins, still keeping you close.

“Don’t do what? This?” You ask innocently before lowering your head to his neck again, kissing. Sweet, slow, opening mouthed with your tongue licking at the base of his neck.

His jaw clenches, groaning, “Y/N.”

Giggling again, you like the warning in his tone, the playfulness to it. “Rob.”

His hands rub over the small of your back, body slightly tense with growing arousal. He mutters your name again as you keep kissing him, finding that sensitive spot over his pulse point, licking at it. “Somebody’s neck super sensitive?” You mock with a faux pout, trying not to laugh.

“My entire body is sensitive, brat.” He grunts, trying to hold back. Your actions are causing his cock to harden, aching with arousal as his hands wander down over your ass.

“Well that certainly didn’t stop you from forcing me to cum again earlier when I said I was sensitive.” You mumble playfully, nuzzling into his neck but no longer kissing.

Rob swallows, “Yeah, well, you could’ve really told me to stop.”

“I did! You pervert, you knew what you were doing.” You laugh again, wiggling ontop of him, legs falling over his hips, his cock nudging against the inside of your thigh.

He groans, hips moving almost involuntarily, holding you even closer, “Mm.. shut up.”

“You sound like me now. Don’t like being called a pervert cause it’s true?”

“Maybe.” He grins down at you, trying to hold back. The tension is rising again, playful and light though. “You know, y’keep rubbing that pussy down on me and it isn’t g’na be my fault if I just..” his hands grasp at your ass, pulling you down onto his lap more.

Whining, “I didn’t mean to! You’re holding me on you.. not my fault we’re both naked.”

“So you’re blaming me? Y’just gonna claim innocence when you’re the one grinding on me?” His hands pull you down, head of his cock nudging over your entrance as heat pools in your core.

You face flushes, demeanor changing as he grabs your flesh, eyes fluttering, “Mm- I didn’t- it was an accident..”

He groans, hips kicking up, “An accident?” he says, voice low and teasing, “If I knew accidents could be this fun I would’ve accidentally let this happen sooner.”

His cock meets your slick entrance, hands spreading over your ass and pulling you forward. Dropping your head into his neck, you whine again, “Rob.. ‘m still sensitive.”

“Oh you are, huh?” he smiles, moaning, one hand reaching down to push the pad of his finger over your hole, rubbing and feeling the warm flesh there, “Well, if you’re still sensitive, then maybe we ought to see just how sensitive you are.”

“Insatiable..” you gasp, “pervert.” A whine escapes you, back arching, thighs weak as your toes curl.

He hums, chuckling, enjoying the whimpering noises you keep making. “Mmm, we’ll just have to see how much y’can take.”

“Just.. shut up and do something.”

“Demanding little thing, hm?” His finger dips inside, pulling right back out and pushing down over your clit, coming back up, spreading your slick.

You gasp into his neck, hand grabbing on his shoulder, grinding your hips against his touch desperately, “Rob.. please.. ‘m so- sensitive.”

“Easy.. just take it.” He murmurs, fingers moving away from you to grab at his cock, head catching on your clit for a moment before he finds your entrance and starts to push in. He moves slow, and once he’s in a few inches his hand moves back to your ass with the other one, forcing you down.

A gasp escapes you, thighs shaking as you’re sat down on him fully, “Rob!”

He groans out, fingertips digging into the plush flesh of your ass, moving you back and forth, “God.. you feel..” he breathes out, “so good.”

You’re so unbearably sensitive after this morning, clit swollen, pussy sore as he slides in embarrassingly easy. Your thighs tense and then release like jello, limp atop him as he fucks you down onto him with his own strength, mumbling something incoherent against his neck. He gives another growly moan, tilting his head back. You’re useless ontop of him, whining and whimpering, the slick noise of your bodies meeting making you flush down to your neck.

He’s using you like a damn fleshlight, hands leaving red marks on your ass, his knees bending so he can fuck up into you at the same time his hands make your body move back, drawing needy noises from both of you. Your clits grinding into his pubic bone, making you tremble, slick pooling down his length and over his balls. Your hand on his shoulder tightens, grabbing onto him for support, “Rob.. Rob.. Rob..” it’s like the only word in your vocabulary is his name, whining with how rhythm.

He grits his teeth, moaning your name, bending his knees more to have leverage to bounce you back onto his cock, nose nudging against the side of your head.

“So-..” You whimper, gasping, “so rough-“ You’re practically drooling on his neck, lips parted, letting him fuck you as he pleases. His hands hold onto you so tightly you think they’ll bruise, but that only excites you more.

“Rough?” he breathlessly laughs, “You like rough? You must, you’re already fucking soaked.”

You can’t do anything but take it, no witty retort now as you flush. He goes a bit harder at that, any response you did have dying behind more moans, “Ah! Nnngh- fuck.”

“Like that?” he groans, grinning cockily, having way too much fun with you squeezing down on his cock.

Your back arches, nodding against his neck. Your hand on his shoulder digs in, nails pressing against his skin, “Like it- like it cause it’s you.” Pleasure shoots up your spine as he presses in deeper.

So fucking cute. He groans again, “You like it just because it’s me? Wouldn’t let anyone else treat you like this?”

Nodding in agreement once more, you squeal a little moan, “Yes! Yes,” you hand slides off his shoulder to his bicep, eyes rolling back as you feel how the muscle bulges under your grasp.

He notices obviously, very attentive, his own face flushed red as he pants, “You like feeling my strength, do you?”

He hits the nail on the head with that, whimpering with another nod, moaning out loud before you answer. “Yes,“ you whine again. His cock drives in deep, rough, smacking against the backs of your thighs as his one hand moves down, feeling where his cock connects to you, the skin soaked with slick.

“You like knowing I can toss you around however I want?” He plays into it, though he’ll obviously be gentle as you’re both injured. But, realistically, if it weren’t for that, he’d love to show off his strength.

“Yes-!” Instinctive tears well up in your eyes, he’s going so fast and deep, hitting just the right spots, and all you can do is babble out moans and pleas. “Rob- *mmm!” He could probably lift you up like nothing, like he did that one day. Could pin you to the wall, just hold you, flip you around, oh God..

“Is that would you’d think about?” He muses, gasping himself as his eyes flutter, “You’ve been fantasizing about everything I could do if I wanted to.”

Tears slip from your eyes, clit so overstimulated it actually hurts, so good, orgasm right there within reach. Sweat starts to coat your back, skin heating up, “Rob.. Rob!”

He groans again, slowing his hips down and that orgasm starts to fade away, making you whimper. “Sensitive little thing.. don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

He’s being the opposite of gentle, fucking liar, but you don’t care. Crying out, you push your ass into his hands, drooling against his neck. You don’t want him to stop, cock reaching so deep, fucking into you so good, you haven’t felt this good in.. probably ever. Tilting your head, you occupy yourself with suckling at the base of his neck.

He growls, hips speeding up again, a lewd slick smack sounding from just how wet you are, “Mm, ah fuck, stop it.”

You’re whimpering on him, suckling enough to leave a mark, eyes lidded and bleary with tears. His grasp on you will definitely bruise now, hurting in the most delicious way possible. His rhythm falters, fucking up into you hard, forcing your body back down, “Stop, stop, I’m gonna-” he grumbles, grunting, trying to hold back.

It’s too late, you remember how much he liked it earlier. Suckling, your teeth clamp down on his skin, biting as you squeal a moan. His fingers squeeze tightly into your skin, breath hitching, “Fuck, fuck-”

You can feel his body tense under your limp limbs as he uses you like a toy, and it’s all you can do to not break down into sobs from the pleasure, the pain. Drool drips onto his skin, teeth scraping flesh as you suckle at the bite to soothe it, whimpering, “Please, Rob!”

With a sudden lack of control, he fucks into you hard, grunting with each movement. He’s holding onto you so tight his own fingers hurt, breathing getting shorter. It all happens so fast. Your teeth biting into his neck sends him over the edge, hips pressing down so he can pull out, cum oozing over your abused pussy as he grinds against you, groaning your name and a curse.

His hand smacks down over your ass, cockhead nudging into your clit in such a delicious way that it sends you over the edge right after, grinding down on his soaked cock with shaking thighs.

Your heart pounds in your ears, deadweight on his body. You feel so out of breath, weak, God does your ass hurt.

His hands smooth over your back, chest heaving and moving your body up and down. He doesn’t move for a moment, just laying there with you, listening to your little whines. His brain comes back to reality, hands sliding down to soothe the sore skin of your ass.

The hand on his bicep lets go, moving down to bat at his wrist, “Hurts..”

He sighs softly, moving his hands away, “Hmmm.. sorry.”

Tucked into his neck, you babble something incoherent, trembling. His mouth opens as if he wants to say something, but instead he exhales again and just holds you, both of you coming down from the intense highs.

“I can’t feel my legs.” You moan, complaining.

Rob chuckles at that, still sounding breathless as he rubs circles over your sides, “Can’t feel your legs..” he muses. “Does your butt hurt?”

“Yes.” You grumble, “Fuckin’.. iron grip.”

“Yeah.. sorry about that.. got a little carried away..” He honestly sounds a bit embarrassed by his admission, hands moving down to smooth over your ass.

“I’m not gonna be able to sit properly for like.. three days.” You complain some more, but tilt your head to pepper a kiss on the bite mark you left.

A grin grows on his face, nuzzling into your hair, “Maybe I’ll need to punish you for biting me. Then your butt can hurt even more.”

“Such a pervert!” You push up on one arm, muscles weak, back stretching, “I need breakfast. And clothes.”

For a moment he just stares up at you, a playful smirk on his face, and he laughs again, smoothing his hands up around your front and over your tits, “Mm, I can help with that. You can borrow some of mine.”

Rolling off of him, he twists to give you a kiss on the lips before getting up and getting you a glass of water. Sat next to you, he traces circles on your arm, “Y’wanna take these bandages off and take a bath?”

Pervert.

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#neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #extinction rob #rob extinction #extinction rob x reader #rob mini series

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Dead Future.

summary: in which you imagine a future alongside Eren or in which Eren knows he doesn't have a future to wait, but he allows himself to dream by his side.

content: angst/fluff, s4 time-skip, other characters mentioned, eren yeager x fem!reader

N/A; hey guys!! I've been posting one shots that are discards from an AOT fanfic focused on Eren since I joined the platform in 2021, I intend to release it by the end of the semester, but for now, I'm enjoying these discards as small one shots. hope you like it <3

You walk along the beach and feel the fine grains of sand enter your fingers, the sunset lights hit your skin as the darkness of the night threatens to break through. The tide of water is calm, serene, it gives you comfort; You thought it was incredible that no matter how many times you saw that immensity, you would always be impressed as if it were the first time.

You felt a light wind blowing, pressing the fabric of the dress you wore against your body. When you turn around, your boyfriend, Eren, is standing still, staring at the ocean horizon. That didn't give you a good feeling, now it was common that you often looked at him and your mind was far away, in a place very far from your reality.

"Eren." You call out to him, waking him from his trance. When he looks at you, you can't help but admire him. His hair was now growing, it reached close to his shoulders, he wasn't wearing the infamous Reconnaissance uniform, taking into account that Levi had given the squad a well-deserved break. His turquoise green eyes were much more attractive to look at than the immense blue of the sea in front of him. "Let's go"

You extended your hand to him, receiving Eren's fingers intertwined with yours in response. You walk silently, but for some reason, it disturbs you. It makes it feel like you're walking with a ghost. That the man you love and are by your side now, is not really there.

"Hey, Ren" You call him, making him look directly into your face. "Are you well?"

“I am,” He responds, squeezing his fingers into your hand, but the answer doesn’t seem convincing to you. "I'm fine. I'm always with you."

You showed a sweet smile, one that could calm his heart and mind. You kissed his cheek and started walking again, pulling him with you. "Are you learning these bad pick-up lines from Connie?"

"Now I'm offended. I'm just trying to be romantic." He laughs at your comment, wrapping your heart in cozy warmth. His laugh being a starting point so you could feel at home. "And also, I wouldn't use anything Connie told me. Last week, Jean tried to use it on Mikasa and was brutally ignored." It's your turn to laugh, imagining Mikasa in her own way, not knowing how to deal with the situation while Jean waited for an answer.

"Well, I'm sure she'll give in in the future. We'll be invited to their wedding." You say, fantasizing about a pleasant future. "We will, won't we?"

"Of course" You notice how Eren's voice changes every time you mention the future. His voice is low, melancholy, making it clear to you that there is something going on in his head about the future, and that unfortunately, you don't know how to get there.

You continue walking, watching the sun's rays say goodbye as they reflect on the sea waves. At one point, you and he sit on the sand to watch the last moments of the sun before the moon takes its place. Your head rests on his shoulder, while Eren's thumb caresses the back of your hand. You rest listening to the sound of the water lapping against the shore, just in each other's company.

“You know, I think I want something like that in the future” You imagine, bringing his gaze to you.

"Like this?"

"Live close to the beach." An idealized idea appears in your mind, waking up every morning and being able to see the blue immensity through your window, walking on the sand at the end of the day, and most importantly, having these visions every day next to the man you love. "If we get positive responses from the Azumabito, and we stop running the risk of the entire world attacking the island. I wanted to get a cabin near the beach. Doesn't that sound good?"

"Sounds fantastic." He responds, but surprisingly, this time you feel sincerity, his words don't carry a hidden doubt that usually manifests itself. "Our friends would love to visit us, but... I don't know if we can count on the Azumabito that much. Or on the possibility of them leaving us alone. We still have a long time to serve in the army."

"I do not see a problem." Your grip on his hand tightens, as you lift your head from your shoulder and look straight into his eyes. "The house by the sea is great, I'd love that. But I'll be fine wherever I am if I'm with you."

Eren seems to be trying to think of an answer, but nothing comes to mind. So his lips come to yours in a chaste, tender kiss, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at how his mouth seems to have been made exactly to fit yours.

"I love you." He whispers as he breaks the kiss, resting his head against yours.

"I love you." You respond, making it clear that this was not a response, but a statement.

"In a while, we can try to see about the house. Maybe the Captain will get tired of us by then and we'll be left in the lurch." Eren makes you laugh, leaving a sweet taste of a future with him, one you wish you could experience.

"It will be great." You finish.

Maybe, deep down, you knew he was letting you dream, that there was no future, but in that moment, you allowed yourself to fall into innocence and revel in a distant dream.

#eren yeager x reader fluff #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren aot #attack on titan #shingeko no kyojin #eren needs a hug #light angst #angst #fluff #aot #snk

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Did Taylor and Matty meet on Myspace? (And other early coincidences!)

Early on in their careers, Taylor and Matty both utilized Myspace as a way to promote their music. Taylor, specifically, would message with other teenagers on Myspace:

"I'd post my songs on my MySpace and, yes, MySpace, and would message with other teenagers like me who loved country music, but just didn't have anyone singing from their perspective."

Matty, too, described himself as "King of Myspace" when he was fifteen. But he brought it up more recently on the Ion Pack Podcast, even mentioning his age as seventeen at the time. And here's a retro clip of Taylor talking about how she wasn't some corporate entity on Myspace, if you messaged her account, you were talking to her! She also filled out her profile in her own words.

She has some things in her profile that might've caught Matty's eye, a fellow teenage country fan and fan of American music specifically, that might've emboldened him to message her:

"I love people who like my music. I love people who are nice to me. I like people who are excitable. I think it's endearing when people cry when they're happy. I'm pretty excitable too. Guys don't ask me out because they know I'll write songs about them. But I'm also the girl who still believes prince charming exists somewhere out there -- fully equipped with great hair and an immature sense of humor. I'm fascinated by black and white pictures. I like people who can be sarcastic and laugh about tense situations. I'm a fan of fans."

Say whatever you will about Matty, but that man is a genuine fan of Taylor's music. When he became a fan is open for discussion, but let's just pretend, for fun, that he found her via Myspace early on in her career.

Now, here is the old Myspace page for The 1975 back when they were known as 'Drive Like I Do' in 2008. Note the James Taylor in the list of Influences! (as well as the Jamie Squire in the top 8! How sweet, I'm sobbing!)

Taylor was a bit of a firecracker on Myspace (and not just there, there's a whole conspiracy theory she used to troll 4Chan!). A few of her comments were screenshotted and you can find them around the internet. Here are some. The one from October 31st, 2006 about a queer fellow ("I'm sorry that I'm kinda queer, it's not as weird as it appears") with a Sex van ("take your shoes off in the back of my van") really caught my eye, anyway…

"Listen my queer fellow. I thinketh we shall hangeth out sometime soon, eh? yes, I do believe I am growing fond of this idea. drive over in your sex van and come pick me up, farewell knave."

Notice the spelling here, too. Thinketh? Hangeth? Knave? Feels a little bit Shakespearean, at least for say, a sixteen-going-on-seventeen-year-old girl (as we would later discover, Love Story and Robbers were both inspired by Romeo and Juliet, both written around the same time so far as I know, but it's hard to find exact dates!)

Matty, by the way, used to refer to himself as the "Prince of the Tyne". He's also got some old Drive Like I Do lyrics from 'We Are the Streetfighters' that are suspicious to me: "Well in four thousand miles we'll meet you" (The nearest airport to Macclesfield is in Manchester, and the distance between Manchester and Nashville? Roughly 4000 miles)

Two months later on December 21st, 2006, just after turning 17 ("she can't be what you need if she's 17"), Taylor says she's in England.

Did they meet? Who knows! But there's enough weirdness there to make me wonder. Speaking of weirdness… we're going to go on a side tangent about Fearless, but that's part of the puzzle, so bear with me…

I don't know about anyone else, but when I saw Matty's Fearless Love Gaze™, I was rocked to my core! Men do not look at women like that, but especially not brand-new flings. They're too concerned with trying to look cool and unaffected. For most men (stereotypically), romance and love is "dumb" and "stupid" and perceived as a "woman thing" that men can't be bothered with. But not Matty. Matty was utterly transfixed by her. Something about that touch of mischief in the lip bite when she says the bit about "absentmindedly making me want you", the way he just barely mouths along to the words at the end of the clip, well… sirens started going off for me. So, I followed my intuition and started researching all of this.

Now, Taylor wrote the song 'Fearless' sometime in 2006. The hidden message liner note for Fearless? "I loved you before I met you". Taylor describes 'Fearless' as a song she wrote about a perfect first date she hadn't had yet, about something she didn't have but dreamt of. She debuted it for the first time on April 6th, 2007 in Reading, PA (if you don't already know it, that's two days before Matty's 18th birthday). At this show, she debuted 'Sparks Fly' (yes, in 2007! Original lyrics were brown eyes rather than green eyes, by the way) and 'Tied Together With A Smile'. She also played a cover of John Waite's song 'Missing You' which seems to be about a long-distance relationship: "And it's my heart that's breakin' down this long distance line tonight"

Speaking of Matty's birthday, the release of Fearless TV happened to coincide with Matty's birthday! She dropped a sneak peek of Fearless on his birthday in 2021, and the album would release one day later on the ninth (perhaps because albums release on Fridays and that's as close as she could get?)

Taylor describes the Fearless album as her diary from when she was seventeen (misplaced my source on that quote, d'oh!) That said, 'Love Story' interests me as well. There are some interesting facts about Love Story:

Hidden message: Someday, I'll find this. Taylor wrote this song in a very short amount of time after her parents had told her that she couldn't be with the person she wanted to be with. And in her own words:

"'Love Story' is actually about a guy that I almost dated. But when I introduced him to my family and my friends, they all said they didn't like him. All of them! For the first time, I could relate to that Romeo-and-Juliet situation where the only people who wanted them to be together were them. That's the most romantic song I've written, and it's not even about a person I really dated."

Taylor's UK television debut (like first time ever performing on TV in the UK) was on Loose Women (Matty's mother's show). Now, Denise was not there during this period as a host, but she had been before that and would be afterward, so maybe there's some significance? Maybe not. But if Taylor and Matty knew each other, he would definitely get to be in the audience to see her if he wanted to. The song she chose to perform was 'Love Story'.

Now, 'Robbers' is also based on Romeo and Juliet (and also written circa 2007), and Matty describes that here in a fan video from 2015. We'd see Romeo and Juliet imagery pop up again in 2014, both in Taylor's video for Blank Space (where she's on a balcony looking down at her lover) and in November where she stood up on a balcony at Matty's show as he serenaded her with Fallingforyou (visual comparisons here)

Blank Space, too, might reference Fallingforyou. There's a scene where she rides bikes with her lover inside her enormous house, perhaps reminiscent of Matty's lyric: "All we need's my bike and your enormous house":

Matty even dresses a bit like the lover from 'Love Story' music video at the 2017 BRITs:

When you fall down the Myspace rabbit hole, you start noticing other strange similarities in their lyrics - like Matty referring to a "girl on the screen" in 'If You're Too Shy', which perhaps parallels Taylor's "guy on the screen" in 'Karma'. In 'The 1' (another song that lyrically parallels 'Robbers'), Taylor imagines "the 1 that got away" meeting a woman on the internet and taking her home, which might be another reference to Matty, perhaps lyrically paralleling The 1975's 'Playing On My Mind'. This theory, of course, makes the entire album 'A Brief Inquiry into Online Relationships' suspect, especially given that 'Be My Mistake' is a song Matty wrote "about Nashville", the striking similarities between 'Sincerity is Scary' and 'Me!', a song called 'Mine' that references the year 2009, and the inclusion of a Drive Like I Do track Matty wrote when he was just fifteen years old, '102' (the same age he was when he was "King of Myspace"). Considering 'Love Story' was written for someone who Taylor's parents disapproved of, it makes this lyric all the more striking:

"I hope this song will remind you I'm not half as bad as what you've been told."

Lastly, if Matty is the confirmed 'Cardigan' muse and if 'Willow' is the continuation of 'Cardigan' (based on where the music video begins), the scene where she gazes into the water at her lover could perhaps represent a visual metaphor for looking through a screen, no?

Back to the NYU commencement speech! I recommend listening to the FULL clip. She talks about: feeling lonely, chatting with other teenage country fans on Myspace, and then segues into her motivation behind protecting her private life:

"Having the world treat my love life like a spectator sport in which I lose every single game was not a great way to date in my teens and twenties, but it taught me to protect my private life fiercely."

All of this seems correlated to me (also why it's hard for me to reconcile this whole football charade! But for me, it's easier to believe Taylor here about privacy being important to her, and not assume that some boyfriend kept her locked away in a dungeon against her will or something)

Now, to tie this all into a very nice bow, here's a quote where Taylor talks about how she uses easter eggs:

"Easter eggs can be left on clothing or jewelry. This is one of my favorite ways to do this, because you wear something that foreshadows something else, and people don't usually find out this one immediately, but they know you're probably sending a message. They'll figure it out in time."

What shirt was she wearing during her pap walk with Matty? Think of the "He lets her Bejeweled" meme… She had on an NYU sweatshirt.

Now, could be just a giant coincidence, trust me, I know, I get it. However… maybe she's really hinting about an old Myspace pal that she has protected fiercely. I mean, she did seem to use that speech to easter egg/foreshadow YOYOK & Labyrinth lyrics…

Speaking of 'Bejeweled'… On July 15th, 2023 Taylor flubbed the lyrics: "Sapphire tears on Myspace", and then she giggled. Freudian slip, perhaps? But this is the woman who assures us that "nothing is accidental"... and in a song that mentions a "Top 5", no less! (reminiscent of a Top 8, perhaps?)

Maybe James and Betty were involved in a "teenage love triangle" for a reason, and maybe TTPD references "teenage petulance" for that same reason… or maybe it's nothing but a bunch of eerie coincidences! Who knows! In the meantime, I'll keep on clownin'! 🤡

#tatty #maylor #taylor x matty #parallels #coincidences #early timeline speculation #theory: myspace #overlap: myspace #overlap: dixie chicks #overlap: romeo and juliet #overlap: country music #topic: drive like i do #song: fearless #song: robbers #song: love story #if you saw this on reddit five months ago in a private subreddit #yes that was me #been clownin' this theory since last july tyvm

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intimidating-fettuccine · 3 days

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here's a question that has probably been asked before: how did you come up with you rewrites for the characters? all of the backstories you gave them are really interesting and, while I haven't read the originals in a long time, I think I like what you did more. I found your work only in the past couple days, but I like it a lot; your versions of the creeps feel the most like real people that I've found since my interest in them reignited. but yeah, love your work.

(also, I may show back up in your ask box, so may I be "embroidery anon"?)

Firstly, thank you very much!! I tried really hard to make them much more realistic/three dimensional instead of just “oohhh I like to kill people!!” Ya know? I’m glad that people like you over time have liked that aspect of them :)) Prepare for some rambling though-

As for coming up for their specific backstories, that’s a little hard to answer I think just because of how long it’s been since I started doing that. I’ve been into the creeps since I was 11 and I’m turning 23 in a couple weeks so, it’s been a long ride. The creeps grew up alongside me and I think for some of them their stories just sort of evolved in my mind over the years. I mean I’ve literally been in the fandom for longer than several creeps like Toby, Pup, Helen, etc.

The basics are just I’d look at the original story for most of them, decide what I think I could keep, and what I’d like to change. For a creep like Toby, I wanted him to still have a good relationship with his mom and sister, and I still wanted his sister to die, but for Natalie I made her brother an ally to her and someone she loves and trusts instead of one of the bad guys. But I mostly wanted to make the writing darker and more in depth, I wanted them to be darker and more realistic as people.

I also wanted different backgrounds for them, like Toby/Helen/Natalie coming from very rich and influential families, EJ in my canon growing up in a cult, Jason and LJ both being toys instead of just LJ, things like that.

The thing about rewriting them I think is that most of the OG stories are not… The best written stories ever? Most of them were written by preteens/teens and not the most realistic pieces of media. Like in Jeff’s, being burned by fire made his hair turn black and his skin turn white, which is not really how fire and burns work?? And then he went on to burn off his eyelids which also not a great idea? I’ve actually had people get upset that my Jeff has eyelids but like if he didn’t he would be completely blind and in literal agony because his eyes would be completely dried out. That’s not a great design imo, but it was also written by a child so like, that’s why.

Most of my designs just sort of pop into my head randomly though. I get an idea like for BEN I wanted him to be close to his mom, but I didn’t want her to still be living so I went okay, how do I expand on that? And that’s how I came up with my version of his story, with his mom dying young from illness and his father being abusive and resentful.

I wish I had a better way of explaining it but that’s just sort of my general thought process. I started to look at them more as individual characters/OCs instead of just the original lore, which I mean most blogs for the creeps these days have their own lore too. I don’t think my creeps are the best ones ever (except in my heart), but I also had a lot of fun writing them and coming up with their backgrounds. I got influenced a lot by songs and media and they just gradually came into fruition :) I’m glad they were good enough to reignite your interest.

(And also yes, you may take that anon name ^^)

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hannahssimblr · 3 days

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can you put on your creative director / marketing hat and talk about the cover art for lucky boy (and/or both) 🎤

!!! I've actually never been asked about visuals before this is so fun!!

Okay! So here's the cover in question

Honestly I love this and I was really proud of how it turned out.

The raw & more detail is below the cut

Alright! so the idea for this was that it's simply an image of Jude: finally free!

Here he is backpacking in Thailand which he hasn't done yet as of the date of this post, but Lucky Girl readers will know that he eventually Does Do That.

You can tell by his hair here too that he's older. He has this haircut when he reunites with Evie briefly in 2012, so I imagine this trip took place sometime around summer-autumn 2011.

To be honest the whole purpose of Lucky Boy was as sort of an extension of the original story for Lucky Girl readers who wanted more in-depth detail about Jude's life, more than what he ever had the time to tell Evie during her portion of the story, so for that reason the story is filled with little hints of what we know will happen, as well as nods to specific things about him that some have already learned - Like, how the story opens with him getting both ears pierced. The fact that he was a boy with two (and eventually 3) piercings was something that Evie found particularly cute and unique about him, and it's something he references in jest from time to time. ("haven't you seen my cute little earrings?")

Anyway, Thailand is where he gets that rather meaningless forearm tattoo, but it's also a place where he spends a lot of time alone. He does travel with a friend, but said friend is holed up with food poisoning for a significant chunk of the trip, which makes me quite certain that Jude spent a lot of time doing a lot of thinking. I'll explore this more in the actual story when I get there, but it's worth pointing out that when Evie meets him after this trip she notices a certain calmness in him, and like he's lost a lot of the boyish energy ("I realise I am looking at a man"). I feel like this trip is somewhat responsible for that.

He's also, clearly, facing away from the camera, which is probably self explanatory. In the chapter with Jen's birthday, as they take the train to the aquarium in Bray he waxes lyrical (as usual, yawn!) about his preference to sit facing the engine, never looking back. It's the same in this image. He is always moving forward.

YET - that is his school bag. (It is the wrong colour, yes, i didn't have the recoloured version when i made this poster lmao) so there's a sense that he's still in some way tied to childhood, to the things that are unresolved. Lucky Girl readers already know what (and who) those things are but I'll develop all that further from my controllers seat here inside Jude's brain.

"It seems like we wanted the same thing (...) Not to grow up too quickly, like, to be allowed to just be a kid.”

Also - the toy attached to it represents Ivy. It's never explicitly stated in the story, but I think it's probably not in his character to have something like that on his bag unless it was gifted from someone important. So, he's carrying her with him too on his travels.

Now, for the artistic stuff (eek!)

I chose this pinky purple as the base colour by messing around with some hard light blending and the colour balance adj. because it creates that kinda fantasy feeling, like wonder and/or enlightenment is ahead, which hopefully for our dumb boy, it is. Purple is also often used in graphic design to indicate creativity, which is apt, seeing as he's an artist and all that.

I slapped in some sun in the corner ala 3 year old child's drawing, and added the text in yellow for no reason other than it's a complementary colour, and it picks up some of the yellows in the image.

Then added a text gradient to blend it in better and a little drop shadow effect

And finally some grain, paper texture and rounded corners because I wanted it to feel tangible, that sweet, nostalgic 35mm camera effect, or like a postcard.

and that's it!!

This was so fun, you know I love 2 yap and you gave me a platform to do so.

Thanks so much for your question!

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bitten-fruit · 4 months

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Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."