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thesecretwriter · 11 months

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LOVED the fanfic about Miguel. I need one with him being feral at the thought of wife!reader leaving him because he is being neglectful and is almost never home with her. Please, please, pleaseeee. I would love to read this.

P.S add smut if you want to😗

home is where you are (part 1) - miguel o’hara

pairing: miguel o’hara x wife!female reader

warnings: angst – reader tells miguel she needs a break from his absence, fluff – I think is it?? , smut – minors dni. smutty undertones, no smut described but miguel is being suggestive.

summary: in which y/n, wife of Miguel O’hara finds herself spending more time in an empty apartment that in the company of the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you for the request anon, I enjoyed writing it. I didn’t write smut bc the fic was already long and I am a bit tired, butttt maybe a part 2??

minors/ageless blogs dni.

masterlists

part 1, part 2, part 3

"I’m home, mi luz,"

The nickname he has reserved for you tugs at your heart. He explained to you that you were the light in the darkness that consumed his heart within the chaos of being Spiderman.

You look in the direction of Miguel's voice and sigh "well, that's a first," you mutter to yourself before getting off the couch walking towards Miguel.

You had spent the whole day rehearsing what you were going to say to Miguel.

You lean against the counter as Miguel leaves the packet with a logo from a Chinese take away not far from your shared apartment.

Miguel approaches you, his eyes dark and intense. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel a sense of discomfort growing within you.

"Did you miss me mi corazón?" he asks in a low voice, his eyes scanning your body as he comes closer to you.

"Well, for me to answer that question you would have to be around enough for me to miss you. So, no I did not miss you," you say, upset that he had the audacity to question if you miss him when he is not even at home most of the time.

You stay where you are leaning against the counter with your arms folded. Miguel takes this as an opportunity to cage you between his arms as he towers over you.

His eyes are fixed on you. He leans forward till he is a few centimetres away from you.

"You know that's not true mi luz. You miss me. And I miss you too, baby. I've been thinking a lot about you all day." he says, his tone suggestive and a glint of desire in his eyes.

"If you were thinking of me so much, then maybe you would be home more often. I've been wanting to talk to you about something..." you trail off nervous and avoiding eye contact with him. Miguel picks up the change of your attitude and tilts his head to the side in curiosity.

Any other day you would think that it was adorable of him to do such a thing, but now it ticked you off that he was so oblivious.

Miguel notices your nervousness and his expression turns serious. "What is it? What do you want to talk about, y/n?" he asks, his voice firm. The use of your first name is your first warning of Miguel being serious.

He is still leaning in close to you, however, you can now tell that he is tense from your nervousness.

"I want to take some time off... from us," you blurt out, wanting to get this conversation over with. Miguel takes in your words.

You want to take a break from him? the one who has the weight of the world on his shoulders. His brows furrow in confusion, but also anger.

Miguel moves closer to you, his body now pressed against yours. He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Why would you want to do that, mi vida? Don't you know how much I love you?" he whispers, his lips dangerously close to your skin.

His taunting is what gets to you. Here you are trying to tell him what you needed, and he is retaliating by trying to seduce you.

"I don't feel your love anymore Miguel. You're barely home. I wake up, you're not here. I go to sleep, you're not here. Sometimes you even leave in the middle of night when I'm asleep. I understand that the spider society is important to you, but once upon a time so was this relationship. I cannot keep living like this by having moments with you." you say, getting angrier as you speak.

Miguel notices the unshed tears in your eyes.

Miguel's expression softens for a moment as he looks into your eyes, seeing the pain and tears hidden behind them.

He knows he's been distant lately, but that's all because he's been putting in more time fighting crime around the city as Spiderman and travelling to other dimensions to help other Spider-Man/women.

"I'm sorry, mi luz. I promise to make it up to you. I'll take some time off, for just the two of us." he says, his voice sincere as he tries to reason with you.

"And then what? while we're spending time together, you'll get called into HQ and will leave me alone. It’s happened before Miguel. I already packed enough clothes for me to spend a week with at a friend’s house," You put your hands on his chest to push him away and go to get your phone to call your friend to pick you up.

Miguel feels his chest tighten at the thought of having you away from him. You're slipping through his fingers, and he must do something about it before he loses you completely.

Miguel takes a step forward, blocking your path to the phone. His eyes flash with anger.

"You're not going anywhere, y/n. You're delusional if you think I'm just going to sit back and let you leave me. We're married, you made a vow to me. Do you know how hard I've been working to protect this city and the people in it? Do you have any idea how much pressure I'm under?" he says, his voice rising in frustration.

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. He presses himself against you, his hands roaming over your body as he begins to kiss you. You try to resist and push him away, but he's too strong. He continues to kiss you until you finally give in, allowing him to lead you to the bedroom.

You pour all your emotion into the kiss, letting him feel the heartbreak and anguish you have every time he forgets about you.

You're too consumed in the kiss to notice that Miguel is already beginning to take off his clothes. He breaks the kiss to take of your shirt and you see that as an opportunity to interrupt him.

"Miguel stop, not everything can be fixed with-" his lips stop you from speaking as he goes back to kissing you. All you're left in is your bra and panties, which Miguel still feels is too much of clothing.

You feel his lips trailing kisses down your neck as his palms knead at your breasts. His talons poking you ever so lightly, but it’s nothing you haven't felt before.

Your moans only urge Miguel on. He thinks back to the moment he saw the unshed tears in your eyes, the moment you almost left him.

Soon, he comes to the revelation that the only way to keep you here, with him - is to breed you.

It's something you and him have previously discussed. However, with him being away so much, it slipped his mind how he wanted nothing more than to watch you bare his child.

Miguel continues to kiss you passionately, his touch becoming rougher as he begins to undress you completely. He pins you down on the bed, his muscles exposed in the dimly lit room. You can see the taut muscles in his arms as he looms over you.

"Don't fight it, mi luz. I'm giving you what you've always wanted from me," he says, his voice low and husky.

Miguel continues to hold you down and have his way with you. You can't bring yourself to fight resist him anymore, your lips move with his and you feel the spark that is always present within you when Miguel kisses you.

For a moment, you see a glimpse of the caring and loving man you married. He is still there, underneath all the coldness that has consumed him.

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lumibuns-blog · 11 months

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Boyfriend girlfriend (Gojo x reader)

"What do you mean you don't know how to do laundry?!?"

"People always did it for me what can I say" the white haired boy responded. He was laying in his dorm room practically surrounded by his own dirty clothes "can't you just do it for me pleaseeee" he gave you puppy eyes.

"I'm definitely not doing it for you-" he slumped over "but I'll teach you"

He jumped up in excitement "wait y/n really!? I asked Geto and Shoko and they told me there was no way they'd do it, are you sure!?"

"Yeah yeah whatever just pick up your stuff and follow me" you smiled

You very slowly taught Gojo how to sort and wash his laundry, and after a lot of complaining and trying he finally finished a load.

"Alright that's all you need from me I'm heading back"

Gojo felt his hand move before he could even think, he didn't want you to go. Nobody in his life had ever spent the time to teach him something in his life. It was either done for him or assumed he could do it himself. You were so sweet to him always, he wanted you to stay so grabbed onto your hand and pulled you a little harder than he had intended.

"Wah?-" you immediately were upped down, smacking your chest into his, you bumped noses.

"Gojo is-is something wrong" you blushed

"I just, I don't want to let you go" he stammered

It had taken this long for him to have been open with you and you didn't want to let him go "then don't"

"Alright then" he chuckled "I won't"

You sat there for what felt like hours before he leaned back with you still in his lap, causing you to fall forward into him once again

"Wanna watch a movie?" he questioned

"Sure but you have to finish your laundry" you lightly flicked his forehead

"Owwww...but you'll do it for me won't you? Now that we're-like- girlfriend boyfriend?"

"Not a chance"

"Hehehehheheh"

Nanami fic tomorrow y'all I gotta stay true😈

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rinbowaman · 1 month

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Gurll sunghoon non con pleaseeee 😭😭~

Welcome to the Neighborhood

Warnings: non-con, non-idol! College graduate! sunghoon, college reader, ball slamming, noncon smex, unprotected, fear of unwanted pregnancy, reader takes plan b pill, readers house gets broken into, reader is alone for the weekend, fingering, dubcon, noncon turned dubcon…yeah. Do not read if noncon fics make you uncomfortable. Also not proofread and there is cursing.

"its a nice little neighborhood, isn't it sweetheart?"

your mom and dad step out, leading the way up the driveway to the old home. "it's in need of repairs and renovation, but that wont take too long."

your dad was a gifted contractor that knew his way around a tool belt. the man has built homes for all his life, seeing a project this minor was almost laughable to him. the eye catcher of the property was the heavily wooded surroundings, acres of it. "your mother and i saw this and we just fell in love. here, we can put a nice flower garden for you right here."

you look at the small patch of cleared space that was nicely located across the dining room. with only one neighbor in sight, the rest of the homes were behind the trees, leaving the property secluded with loads of privacy. "its nice." you spoke softly as you admire the entire landscape.

the house was the complete opposite from the land piece, to say the least. it was in dire need of renovation; no doubt your dad will have it good as new in no time.

"since we still have to move everything from the old house, you can stay here and continue to go to school as you housesit. your college is only five minutes away."

you looked confused for only a moment, but was reassured of the safety features in the property after expressing concern of staying back alone.

"the property line has a gate with a security system. the house has a separate alarm, just don't forget to set it."

that week, you and your parents bonded over take out and dining over cardboard boxes. it all seems rustic, but you enjoyed the closeness it brought you three.

......

"well be back in two days, call us if anything happens."

your parents make the long fourteen hour drive to continue the preparations of the old home. you felt a sense of liberation hit as you grew excited of having an entire home all to yourself, regardless that it was a total construction zone.

you spent majority of the day fixing up your floral garden, before calling it a night. with dirt smeared everywhere, you immediately ran the hot water in the shower, not taking a moment of thought to secure the system prior to undressing.

the water felt amazing, and you took your time to enjoy and savor it. lost in the sensation of the soft water drops pouring over your skin, a click of the door is followed by a smooth swing as someone enters the home, all without alerting you.

the intruder swiftly enters, and closes the door. he blends in the shadow and makes his way to the hall, taking his place to hide in the close across your room.

you dry yourself off while humming a tune. once you started to pat dry your hair, you realized...

"Shoot....i should have armed the system before my shower."

quickly, you leave your wet hair plastered onto your skin as you wrap the towel over your body. quickly, you head over ot the front door and enter the code on the security pad. a series of beeps is followed by the intercom system that tells you the system has been armed. in order to open the doors, the code must be added, sealing the protection knowing that whoever breaks in, cannot escape once the police arrives.

you go back to your room, completely unaware that a pair of sharp eyes admired you from a distance. the way your skin glistened from the water, while the strands of your hair surrounded your shoulders made him think of mermaids and sirens. you were so lovely in his eyes...too lovely. he had to have you.

you stood in the center of the bedroom, preparing to discard the towel and change, when suddenly the power goes out. "shit..."

you cling onto the towel as you look around for your phone. fortunately, the peering moonlight peeking through the window was bright enough to light the entire room with a soft glare, making it easy to find your device. "there you are...."

You pick it up and set the flashlight on.

Scanning the area, you hold the light steady as you make your way to the main breaker in the garage. Down the stairs you go, slowly tip toeing while clenching the towel to your chest. You reach the area of the living room; only a simple couch furnished the area as the rest of it remained in tatters and gutted for renovation prep.

A creaky snap coming from the staircase behind startles you, infiltrating a jagged sense of fear rushing through you. A frightening yelp escapes your lips and you drop the phone.

The screen faces down, leaving the light to glow the entire room. Despite the dim lighting present, you didn’t see anything that would have caused the noise. Your breath becomes shaky. As you bend your knees, lowering your weight to pick up your phone, another sound emerges, a footstep.

“Who’s there?!” You shout. Heart pounding through flesh and cartilage as you abandon the act of garnishing the phone. Leaving it behind, you step away until the back end of the couch blocks your path. “Get out…I’ve called the police.”

Steadying your voice, you attempt to instill a confident tone in hopes that the intruder would be fooled by your bluff.

Silence replaces the wooden squeaks of the floorboard, signifying that the uninvited visitor halted their impeding steps. You slowly turn, doing your best to clear the entire room using a combination of night vision and the dim light source twelve feet away. When suddenly:

“Did you now?”

A deep voice responds directly behind. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the only thing that challenged your fibbing words. A pair of strong hands reach around and harshly squeeze your waist, fingers crossing over your bellybutton. A large frame pushes against you from behind, and a pointed nose makes its way to the noon of your neck, shoving against your jawline while a pair of plush lips tenderly kisses the smooth canvas of skin under your chin. “Sooomethiiing tells me you d-i-d-n-t.”

He carries a rhythmic tone as he playfully sang the words to a nursery rhymed beat. It was similar to the singing games children would hum out while playing, in fact it reminded you of “London Bridge is Falling Down.”

“It’s okay baby. I’m not mad at you for lying. It’s kind of cute.”

He antagonizes you with his hallow words as his hands drift upwards, smoothing over the curves of your breasts before gripping the edge of the towel. “No! Stop!” You yell upon feeling the fabric being pulled down, exposing your most vulnerable assets. Your hands shoot up, attempting to cover your breasts while cupping your womanhood. “Shh.” He hushes against your ear as he grabs on to both your wrists. “What are you covering up for? Nervous, baby?”

He kisses your ear and nibbles your lobe. You start to sob hysterically as the man remains hidden behind, his face unidentifiable. The only thing you had go off of was the smooth sound of his deep and alluring voice. Despite feeling uncomfortable and beyond scared, you couldn’t help but internally admit that a small piece of you melted each time he spoke.

“Please…d-don’t-“ your whimpering only fueled his desire. He wanted more.

“‘Don’t’ what? Tell me baby, what is you don’t want me to do?” He licks your neck, tracing the entire outline. “Is it this?”

He immediately follow up his act with a sickening tender kiss atop your collar bone. The warmth from his chin resting along the curve of your inner shoulder eased your discomfort, as much as you hated to acknowledge it. “What about this?” His fingers drag down, rubbing circles on your clit, stimulating regions of flesh that you never knew existed.

“Is it this, baby? Is this what you don’t want?” His lips latch onto your neck as his free hand pinches and plays with your nipple. “Or is it this?” His offensive fingers push your clit inwards and slide down, right inside your cavity with no preparation or warning. He thrusts them in and out a few times, forcing your muscles to secrete a natural lubricant that allowed him to go in and out faster…and faster.

“D-don’t! Stop! Please!”

Your whimpers inherit a subtle moaning sense as the feeling of his fingers violating your body. The stinging burn wears off and a foreign sensation takes place inside you. You melt begging for him to stop, only to hear him scoff handsomely as he notices you rocking your hips back and forth, yearning for him to go in deeper. You’re in disbelief and ashamed. How can your body respond this way when your heart and soul wants him to stop?

“You like that, baby?”

You moan out pitifully as your hands attempt to peel his fingers off, but you were too weak from the spectacle going down in between your legs. Your legs begin to shake as you barely pull his index off, only for him to chuckle against your cheek. “Yeah you do.”

He answers for you in a confident tone but not at all cocky. It was almost loving in the way he was serenading you. “Let’s see how good of a girl you are.”

Your eyes widen, a stark contrast from their squinting form since you were relishing the feeling of being penetrated and massaged from the inside. His sense of gentleness takes a sudden turn, and the fearful tremble returns upon feeling him push you forward, forcing you to bend over the couch. “Fucking perfect, aren’t you?” He breathes out as he grips the undercarriage of your rear end, and cups your breast while pushing himself in to you.

Your hair drapes over your cheeks while his rough hands explore your nude body. An attempt to retract your bent position is suddenly halted as he pushes you back down, gripping the side of your waist. “Tsk-tsk.”

He smacks his teeth as he reaches around your face, gently tapping the tip of your nose with his finger.

The sound of his belt unbuckling triggered you to sob hysterically once more. “Please don’t do this…I-I don’t want this. Please I’ll do anything.”

“Oh I know.” He lures out so sympathetically as he traced the tip of his shaft along your clit. “Believe me baby, I know you’ll do anything…and don’t worry, you will.”

A painful rage of heat and friction takes place as he squeezes himself inside. Your legs shake ferociously as he barely burrows the first inch or two in you. Your body grows limp and collapses against the couch from the pain, it weakened you. His hips push in while his hands lift you back up, forcing you to arch your back as he presses his palms down on your lower back. “Deep breath.” He says through heavy breathing. Pushing the extension of his length in, he goes in more, breaking you. “Almost there…fuck.” He gasps.

Your vaginal walls grow incredibly numb as a result of the shock, and you lay bent over whimpering in pain as his balls kisses your taint, indicating he made it all the way in, to your most dreadful horror.

He pauses for a second. There was no relief, even with him pulling out, the sting from the thought friction of his muscle rubbing outward was just as bad as him entering. With his bulging tip remaining inside, he takes secondary pause as he adjusts his grip around your hips. A punch makes impact inside your gut as he rams back in. It felt as if he went much deeper than before. You scream from the shock of the act occurring, not just from the pain. There was nothing slow about his rhythm, he fucked you relentlessly in a brutal manner, it was animalistic.

A handful of strokes in, and you started to feel different. The pain subsided as did the numbness. There was a new feeling that formulated inside your walls, a tingling sense that felt good. Too good.

Your body bounces forward as he repeats his thrusts, going in faster and harder each time. You bite your lip, trying your best to suppress the pleasurable moan lying dormant in your throat. Don’t let him know that you’re starting to enjoy this. Don’t let him find out. Don’t let him…

Your mouth drools as you absorb each thrust. A snowball effect takes place deep inside you. It was a tightening band of pressure that continuously grew, to the point where it was on the verge of exploding. It felt so good. It sounded so good. The way his thick and lengthy shaft re-enters. The quenching sounds of your fluids mixing together and being shoved inside as he pounds away, slamming the firm sacks and mashing them against your taint, damn near bruising it.

He digs his fingers into your skin and picks up the pace. A hand grips onto your pelvis, and that’s what did you in. “Oh God!”

Hearing your moan in ecstatic pleasure excited him, you could hear it through his voice under heavy and deep gasps. “Yeah? Does it feel good baby.”

A prolonged moan of “oooh” is drawn from you as he maintains his momentum. “Pretty girl loves to be fucked?”

You nod as you pant your moans out. His vigor was taking your breath away, and even though you felt it hard to breathe, it was the most powerful feeling you’ve ever felt; a burst of pleasure setting off like fireworks. Your toes curl in, and your fingers pinch the cushion as he went in deeper, harder, and faster.

“Gonna let me cum inside this sweet little body?”

Your mind pleaded ‘no’, but your body yearned for him to do his bidding.

“I’ll take that as a yes, my fucking girl.”

You yelp mon out a pitiful ‘no’ as a last attempt, knowing that it wasn’t going to change anything. The damage has already been done. He’s been thrusting for nearly an hour and was still going strong, stretching you open and ruining you for any future prospects of sexual mates.

“Make me cum baby…fuck!”

He clenches his jaw and leans forward, resting his forehead over on the back of your head as he commits slow and hard thrusts, aiming to go in as deep as possible. The warmth of his secreting strings staining your walls was all it took to snap that band, and a wave of intense orgasm rushes through your bloodstream and sends a tingling spark to your toes and fingertips. “Oh-oh my God!!”

You scream out each word, arching your back and lifting your rear end, allowing for his top to slide in deeper as he shoots out the remainder of his seed. “Fuck yeah baby, take it all inside.”

You gulp with an open mouth as you sing out a high pitched moan. Never have you felt something so strong and beautiful. Too bad it had to go down this manner, but right now you didn’t care. The way he gave you an aftermath of kisses, and rubbed his fingers against your skin, it was all so…

“Fucking beautiful.”

He compliments you as he admits a tender kiss to your cheek. “Next time, I’ll take you on a date and then fuck you—and take my time doing it.”

Another kiss lands on your neck. “I just couldn’t help myself tonight. I’ll make it up to you.”

He gently wraps the towel over your body before slyly waking out, not even fazed by the alarm going off as he nonchalantly walks through the front door. You rush over and enter the pin to cease the beeping, gaining the sight of his back. From that you could see, he was tall, and rather well built. You’re not entirely sure how you felt from the whole ordeal. A sense of chaos riddle through as you became torn from being forced into an act of intense sex, grew into enjoying it, and facing the risk of unwanted pregnancy as a reminder of him drops down your thigh. ‘Shit…what have I done?’

………..

A couple of weeks pass, and you never mentioned to anyone about the incident. How could you? It may have started against your will, but something about the pleasure he instilled was unforgettable and addicting. It haunted your dreams, to the point where you awoke to soaked panties and a throbbing pulse of yearning desire. You would think back to that night, thinking about how he fucked you so good. So-so good.

In a way, a part of you had wished you did get pregnant from it. But your rational and realistic sensibility caused you to take your allowance and purchase a Plan-B pill. It was the right thing to do, but God…was it so wrong to want a piece of him inside you?

“Sweetheart, come outside for a moment.”

You walk over to your father’s voice, and met with him outside the front door. “Yes, dad?”

“Sweetheart, this is our neighbor, he lives in the house right outside the fence line, across your flower garden.”

You look over and see the man your father presented. He has the most handsome face you’ve ever seen, and was of great masculine stature. He was dressed in business casual, and looked so damn good with his hands tucked into his slack pockets. He flashes a smile, flaring sharp canines that elude a strong sense of vampirism.

“This is Sunghoon, he graduated from college last year, the same one you’re going to now.”

Your father continues his presentation as you struggled to break your sights away. “It’s nice to meet you, my name is y/n.”

You shyly introduce yourself properly, extending a handshake. He gently takes your palm and shakes it, almost playfully. His thumb rubs the back of your hand as he gives his proper introduction. Your eyes shoot up and you nearly fall as you hear his voice. That voice you could never forget.

You faintly gasp as he smirks, giving you a wink and pulling you in slightly while your parents weren’t looking. Whispering, the warmth of his breath grazes your face—

“Miss me baby?”

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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Hiiii

I love the current series of Carlos but I also have a request for one shot where reader was supposed to get married but her fiance backed off on their wedding day

But Y/N still went on her honeymoon in Italy (or wherever you like) and there she meets Carlos

Pleaseeee do this!!!!

Thank god she hadn't made it to the alter. But the honeymoon had been paid for and, if he wasn't going, she was.

So, she packed her bags and set off for Italy, making the most of being single for the first time in years. She spent the trip travelling, like they were supposed to. One day she was on the beach and then she was exploring the cities.

Carlos and Charles were both in Italy. The Ferrari drivers were doing Ferrari things in Maranello before they went out for lunch. Charles with Joris and Carlos with his cousin.

That was where he saw her. She was eating on her own without a care in the world, watching as people went by, observing them. He was fascinated, even if she wasn't doing something particularly remarkable.

Carlos had to go over to her, but she turned him away, explaining how she had just gotten out of a long term relationship. She didn't want anything from him, but Carlos was persistent.

Not in a creepy way, simply offered to show her around Italy if she so needed it.

And, after a few days, she did. She called up that sweet guy from the restaurant and asked him to show her around. She couldn't believe it when he showed up in a Ferrari.

I'd love to push this story on, to say that they kissed and went on dates, but that came later, after the two of them had left Italy and returned to their home countries.

But she did spend the rest of the honeymoon with him, getting to know him and ever so slowly falling for him.

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honeybeefae · 1 year

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Forgotten Ties (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

Summary// Years trying to forget him. Years forming a new life, a new home, to try and rebuild what he had so carelessly thrown away. Only for it to all come crumbling down with a single meeting.

(Okay I totally wrote this all at once. It’s just an idea I had, I’d love to write more parts if y’all want! It’s a bit different from what I usually write so I hope you like it!❤️)

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

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WARNINGS: Slight angst

You lived with your daughter Helena in the Rainbow district of Velaris, having moved here shortly after giving birth thanks to a friend who opened up her home to you.

Being from the Autumn Court you had never known the beauty of the Night Court, especially Velaris, and even now you were still blown away.

When you had moved here you offered to create some gowns for your friend to display, to try and gather some money for rent and your child, and were surprised at how fast they were snatched up. It was so successful that you eventually had the money to open up your own store.

The shop you owned was small, squished between a pottery shop and an artists den. You were a seamstress just as your father was. You loved the intricate patterns you could create with your fingertips, how the different fabrics mixed and felt. It was something you had grown up doing and had also seen you through the trials under the mountain.

The nights were tireless, the days long as you took care of your daughter while also running your business. However you never let Helena see your worries. She was your entire world, the light of your life, and you did not want her to fuss over you.

She was a spitting image of her father with her auburn locks and amber eyes. You never regretted having Helena but you wish you hadn’t been so naive when you had met that man, hadn’t believed his lies and sweet words.

He still haunted your dreams to this day. The nightmares were of him leaving you the day you were all freed, passing you by as if you didn’t exist. The dreams were of the nights you spent together, the promises you had made and the comfort of his arms.

You kept a napkin next to your bedside table so you could wipe away the tears before Helena ran into your room in the mornings.

“Mama! Mama! Can I have this one? Pleaseeee?” She whined, breaking you from your thoughts as you turned to the window full of dolls.

The two of you were strolling through the shops on your way home. It had been a rare day off and you took her out to go see the ships sailing away with a picnic by the sea.

“Helena, don’t you already have that one?” You smiled lovingly, brushing the hair out of her eyes as she pouted. “Your entire room is filled to the top with dolls.”

“But not this one!” She argued, crossing her arms.

Your shoulders shook with a chuckle as you shook your head, placing a hand on her back and ushering her forward.

“Perhaps another time, love, maybe we can-“ You stopped in the middle of your sentence when you looked down the street, seeing someone you had never thought you would have to see again.

He was the same as you remembered, though he seemed to have more frown lines. People were whispering as he walked beside the High Lord and Lady, his hands behind his back as he took in the city.

“Mama?” Helena tugged on your arm, a worried look on her face. You took a deep breath and gathered yourself together, bending down to Helena’s height.

“I’m alright, darling. I just need you to hold mama’s hand tight, okay? We need to get home now.” You tried to say softly though even you could hear the urgency in your tone.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, observant as always. You kissed her cheek and stood up straight, grabbing her hand.

“Nothing, I just forgot that I left the stove on! I need to go turn it off.” You lied through your teeth, not waiting to see if she bought it as you started speed-walking through the crowd.

You had to go the way the trio was coming in order to get home so you did your best to lay low, weaving through the crowd like a snake. The sign of your shop started to peek through and just as you made into the clearing, you heard your name.

“Y/N!” Feyre called, waving her arm. You winced, closing your eyes. “Y/N! I need a favor from you, from Nesta!”

If you pretended you didn’t hear her you could be home within minutes. However, you knew she knew you had heard her. You pushed Helena behind your skirts and turned to your High Lady, bowing.

“What can I help you with, my lady?” You asked, giving her a small smile.

Feyre rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Please, there is no need to be so formal. Nesta was wanting a dress tailored for her for Solstice.”

“I can certainly do that…though it is short notice.” You point out, smirking. Feyre nodded and apologized on behalf of her sister but you assured it was fine. Nesta had become somewhat of a friend to you as you were apparently the only person who could get her outfits “right.”

“I appreciate it, Y/N.” She smiled, noticing Helena peering out behind you. “And how has this little princess been?”

“She’s been good. We just-“ You were cut off by Rhysand’s sudden appearance, his violet eyes warm as he gazed at Feyre. However you didn’t have time to dwell over the love between them as their visitor also appeared, his eyes widening when they connected with yours.

Tension was heavy in the air as you felt your heart stop. You felt warm and cold at the same time, your stomach twisted in so many knots that you were afraid you would vomit up your lunch. It felt like time stood still until he whispered, “Y/N?”

You took a step back, your heart breaking at hearing your name off his lips. It was too much. And Helena…

She was looking up at you innocently, red curls framing her face perfectly. You looked down at her, your lips parted, before back up at him.

“Do you know her, Eris?” Rhysand asked, his tone confused as he sensed something between the two of you.

However Eris was paying him no mind nor you. His gaze was entirely fixated on your daughter who was now clinging to your dress. You could see him studying her, working through dates in his mind, and watched as his face changed from confusion to shock.

“Goodbye.” You croaked, barely giving your High Lord and Lady a glance as you picked up Helena and tore through the crowds at breakneck speed. She was holding onto you tightly, mouthing of questions about the man with the red hair, but you couldn’t hear her over the roaring of your ears.

Eris stood there, watching you disappear with a child…a daughter.

His daughter.

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nyrasproblm · 2 months

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Pleaseeee lady jessica x fem reader before Arrakis and idk just r is her personal servant and r admires her and eventually they get together. Idk just fluff. I love your writing and I really appreciate the lady jessica fics there are so few

Hey, hope you like 🤍

It's all for you, everything I do

Lady Jessica Atreides x reader (servant)

Word Count: 1K

Warning: none 🤍

Being silent was one of the prized qualities when working at Atreides Palace on Caladan. Especially if you work as a personal servant to the Duke's concubine, Lady Jessica. Restrained and calculated movements, soft voice, elegance, she had it all and appreciated that her servants had it too.

She checked different things in the servants, whether they had all the qualities she was looking for, whether they did their work with precision, whether they were well treated, whether they were fed and comfortable.

She started giving classes and training on etiquette and behavior to the servants, you were nervous, admiring her while you helped her fix her hair or choose her clothes was one thing, but being under the sharp gaze while she assessed your movements it was a completely different thing.

The servants were in line, entering one after the other into one of the Palace's halls, Lady Jessica was at the door, greeting everyone with a soft shake of her head and a restrained smile. She wore one of her long dresses, which clung elegantly to her body, with some pleats. When it was your turn to walk through the door, however, she closed her smile and frowned.

"Not you." she said in a firm, melodious voice.

"I'm sorry, my lady?" you frowned, your heart sped up.

"You will not participate in class." she said simply, then entered the hall and the doors were closed behind her.

You stared at the closed doors with wide eyes. Had you done something wrong? Would you be sent away? Swallowing hard, you turned and went back to the kitchens, trying to occupy yourself with something else.

Your suspicions about being sent away were almost confirmed when night came and you were not called into Lady Jessica's chambers to help her get ready for bed. You turned your attention to other small activities during the next day, cleaning up a few things and helping in the kitchen.

Letting out small sighs of discontent, you spent the whole day with a sullen face, causing the cooks to let out a few giggles and try to cheer you up in some way, at a certain point, one of them rubbed flour on your nose, you fought back and soon you were covered of white flour.

The large doors were open and a guard steped in, he looked around and fixed his gaze on you.

"Lady Jessica is requesting your presence in her quarters now."

Taking a deep breath, you cleaned yourself up as best you could and headed towards the lady's quarters. Upon arriving at the door and announcing your presence, you entered and bowed your head slightly in respect, kept your eyes on the ground and listened to her footsteps approaching. A thin, delicate hand cupped your chin and lifted your face toward hers.

"What happened? You're all dirty." she said, but you couldn't pay attention. Your gaze went all over her face, you had never been so close to her as now, you could clearly see the thin contour of her face, her well-groomed eyebrows, her mouth thin, her eyes are very focused, and above all, you can see the freckles spread across her face.

Freckles covered her entire face, light and darker tones mixed and created a sky covered in stars on her face, millions of stars on her soft skin. You felt like touching... your thoughts were bolder and you felt like kissing them.

She tilted her head slightly to the side when she noticed your gaze fixed on her face, you realized what you were doing and blinked quickly, swallowing hard.

"Forgive me, my lady, I was helping in the kitchen." you explained, embarrassed.

"Hm." she replied simply. "I was going to compliment your well-mannered and restrained behavior, as it should be, but it seems like you still need some lessons?" she started walking around you.

"I will do as you ask, my lady." you replied obediently.

"Is that so?" she asked, stopping in front of you. "Anything?"

You just nodded, words escaping you. She just smiled satisfied.

Lady Jessica began requesting your presence in her chambers more frequently than before, which wasn't strange given that you were her personal servant. She continued to teach the other servants, but spent more time paying attention to you, she said she wanted you to be well trained and well behaved, elegant and modest.

"Lift your chin higher." she instructed and brought her slim hand to his chin, lifting it a little. "Perfect. You're perfect."

You felt your neck heat up at the sudden compliment, feeling motivated to keep doing everything perfectly for her.

"Why do you do what you do?" she asked suddenly, slowly approaching you, her steps measured.

"Excuse me, my lady?"

"Why do you serve, why do you obey, why do you accept my advice and teachings?" she stopped right in front of you, the starry sky on her face again next to you. "Why are you so good?"

You breathed heavily, words escaping you again, as they always did when you were too close to her. She moved even closer and tilted her face to the side, your noses almost touching.

"Why are you so good?" she repeated.

"It's all for you, everything I do." you said at once, leaning in slightly to rub your nose against hers.

It seemed like she just needed it. She grabbed your face in a movement that was not at all elegant, it was the first time you had seen her act like that, as if she was controlled by impulses and not by reason. She grabbed your face tightly and pressed her lips against yours, the kiss felt full of hunger. She let out light sighs and pulled away, then placed her cheek against yours and whispered:

"I've been dreaming of you, of your eyes."

You pulled your face away and looked at her closely.

"I dream about stars on your face." you stroked her freckled cheek. "Every day."

You approached and placed light kisses on her cheeks, a soft sky full of stars. She seemed to enjoy it, closing her eyes, clutching your sides.

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xxspirit · 11 months

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Please please please listen with audio(audio only at the end but trust me pleaseeee and loud volume warning but PLEAASEE I BEG YOU🙏)

So to actually answer that question besides the video that doesn’t really answer it at all(kinda)

Is that he brings Blueprint over to Camellia’s house cos y’know you can’t trust that little turd yet and let’s Camellia torment him!!1!!1 :D of course Camellia is only trying to entertain his guest, but doesn’t know how

Other than that Swap doesn’t really do much, maybe on special occasions bring them somewhere else like a park or cafe, idk but he knows as long as Camellia has some company with him he won’t get into too much trouble

He’s also usually drained from work and then from watching camellia sooo yea

Also sorry I excessively begged for you to listen with audio it’s just because I spent like a whole hour trying to find that fnaf sound effect I am not joking

#dreamberry ship child #camellia sans #blueprint sans #undertale au #u better watch that with audio I swear like PLEASEE #camellia

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javierpena-inatacvest · 9 months

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to celebrate your 500 followers, can i request #3 with javi and osita, pleaseeee? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I have a feeling this is not what this prompt was intended for, but it's Javi and Osita, so of course they're gonna be arguing over something stupid 😂

Draw Two

Summary: Your class has had indoor recess this week, and you take Javi to help you look for games to keep them occupied

Word Count: 468 (He's just a lil guy)

Warnings: Loosing at Uno (literally none, it's all cute hehe)

Part of the It's Never Too Late series!

Part of the 500 Followers Celebration!

Laredo had been going through its most rainy period in years. While it was great for the farmers and crops that so desperately needed it, for you, it was pure torture. All this rain meant only one thing for your teacher brain- Indoor Recess. Your kids had been cooped up and on the brink of chaos from all the time they had spent inside, and with another week of rain in the forecast, Javi had agreed to go shopping with you to find some new things to occupy your students before everyone’s sanity completely went out the window.

“Oh, I love this one!” You beamed, picking up a small red box and holding it up to Javi.

“Uno? The game is called One?” He scrunched his face as he held up the box to read it.

“You’ve never played Uno?! Okay well it looks like we’re getting two of these! You wanna play when we get home?” You asked, grinning, as you threw two of the games into your cart.

“Sure Osita, it’s just matching numbers and colors, how hard can it be?” Javi chuckled to himself, pressing a kiss on your forehead, always amused by how much the simplest things in life he got to do with you always brought him the most joy. After cruising through a few more isles, you grabbed a few more toys and puzzles before checking out and heading back to your house to let your Uno tournament commence.

It didn’t take long for both of your competitive natures to make an appearance after you started playing after your trip, Javi’s patience now growing thin after his 3rd loss in a row, wondering how in the world the cards in his hand had been growing at an exponential rate after each round.

“I fucking hate you…” Javi grumbled pulling what seemed like his thousandth card from the pile this turn.

“No you don’t! Take that back right now!” You laid down your hand to playfully swat at Javi, laughing at the ridiculous amount of cards he now found himself holding. “It’s not my fault you can’t find a 3 or a blue!”

“Then how the fuck do you only have two cards left?! Jesus, okay there, a red 3, can my turn be done now?” Forcefully slamming his last draw into the pile, Javi rolled his eyes at the lack of cards you now were holding, and the half of the deck he seemed to be. You paused, a mischievous smirk growing across your face as you took your turn, slowly lowering your card of choice into the pile.

“I’m so sorry…” you giggled, not apologetic in the slightest.

“Osita…” Javi sighed, bracing himself for the inevitable cards he was about to the collection already overflowing in his hands.

“…. Draw two.... Uno.”

“Fuck you.”

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purelyfiction · 2 years

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Crossfire —–✈︎ 5

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Word Count: 6,165

Summary: Exhausted and emotionally spent, the completion of your grueling assignment meant getting to return home and some well deserved rest. You’ve not even made it to American soil before you’re faced with one of the most intense conversations you’ve ever had. Along with most memorable one.

Content Warning: This is a successor to the first parts, please read that first! || This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision. || HEY!! THIS HAS SMUT!! So if you’re under 18 pleaseeee go away. (cw: unprotected sex, oral f receiving, fingering, consensual creampie, generally sappy shit.)

Author Note: This has been the most challenging part of this story by far, while also being the final part of this story. I have grown so incredibly close to these two and I adore them with everything in me, so I am beyond happy to see them get their happy ending. I want to thank you all for reading and engaging and sharing and generally being wonderful!! I hope you love it. This may not be the last we see of Moon and Rooster, but for now, we say see you later. Thanks everyone :) xx

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After some incredibly long debriefs, and some exuberant celebrations, the team is finally dismissed with the successful completion of their mission.

Successful. Goal achieved. No losses.

Well, you were down two F-18s, but that was far less important than the pilots that flew them, one of them who was currently sitting in front of you, laughing with one of your squadron members.

Maverick and Rooster managed to get out with minimal injuries, save for a few cuts and bruises and incredibly sore muscles. Nothing a little R&R couldn’t fix. Which the Navy was all too familiar with - as evidenced by their 2 months of paid time off they’d gifted all of you.

You were state-bound again, but your flights to return to the US weren’t for at least another 18 hours, which meant you all got complimentary hotel stays in actual beds. You’d never been so excited for a hotel bed. The running joke was that the Navy cheaped out on their beds and that they were all made of recycled cardboard and you were inclined to believe them. They had absolutely no cushion and were the tiniest things you’ve seen.

As soon as you arrive at the hotel room, you fall face down onto the white comforter, a sigh leaving you. A slow roll onto your back as you spread out on the king bed. You couldn’t wait to get back to the states and back to New Mexico. Your apartment off base was just beckoning to you. You missed the comfort of it, it marked your civilian life and it was just out of reach. Before you can doze off in your NWUs, the door is knocked on, causing you to pout as you speak. “I’m going to bed, leave me alone.” You huff, only to hear the voice on the other side of the door.

“You probably haven’t even changed into your pajamas. Open up,” a voice calls, muffled by the door.

Begrudgingly, you get up, pulling your hair from its tight confines as you do so. You take a second to glance at the peephole, seeing Rooster on the other side of the door, backpack still on his shoulder, standing impatiently.

“What’s the password?” A smirk comes over your features, giggling as he changes his stance.

“I want to get to my room so open the door?” He’s clearly not in the mood, but you choose to push his buttons a little more.

“That’s a really long password.” You retort, “Which means it’s not the password. Try again.”

His head hangs back as he looks at the ceiling, hand playing with the hair on his upper lip. Finally, he lets out a chuckle. “Ukulele.”

With a giggle you shake your head, unlocking the door. “That wasn’t the password, I just want to stop standing.” You confess, letting him in and shutting the door. “Though, that’s a very… specific word you chose.” An eyebrow raises looking toward him as he turns to face you. His pack is still on his shoulders, his own room key in hand.

Rooster yawns, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, “It’s my safeword, so I would hope it’s specific.”

You were in the middle of taking a sip of water when he answered you, leaving you in a small fit of coughs, having nearly choked on the liquid at his response. You tilt your head back, keeping your airway clear as you begin a slight laugh.

“You gonna survive?” He taunts, a smile making its way to your face when you see his matching one, still coughing.

“You’re an ass.” It’s not serious by any means, since it’s paired with a laugh as you fall back to the bed again. “What did you so desperately need from me that you had to interrupt my bedtime routine?” You lean back on your arms, witnessing his expression on his face change to one of contemplation.

He takes a moment but looks around the room as he answers. “I left my phone charger on the ship, I was hoping you had an extra.” A nod, you’re quickly getting up to move to your personal backpack, starting to rifle through the bag to find the spare you had.

“You would forget it.” You tease, pulling things out left and right, setting them on the floor, digging and digging. “How was the flight back for you?” In an attempt to fill the quiet, you’re making small talk, trying desperately to find this stupid cord.

“I don’t know, I slept the whole way back.” There’s an exhausted tone to him, which makes a pang of worry run through you. You’re positive that having been through what he had couldn’t have been fun or easy by any means. A hum in agreement, you encourage him to keep speaking as you shift to your clothing bag, trying to find the damn thing. “I also think I had a kid kicking my seat the whole time. Well that or it was Seresin.” An audible laugh comes from you at his words.

“Sure, sure, he would do anything to get on your nerves.” A sigh leaves you as you continue to dig out and around in your bag, getting annoyed. “I know I had it here somewhere-“

“Moon, if you can’t find it it’s fine, I’ll grab one tomorrow.” He waves it off, turning slowly in the direction of the door.

After everything this man’s been through in the last 48 hours, you have to have something for him. “Here wait,” grabbing his attention, you snag the cord that’s charging your phone on the nightstand. You pull the cord base from the USB port, and the other end from your phone. “Take this. My phone got charged on the flight back so I don’t need it tonight.”

He approaches with slow steps, shifting the bag from his shoulders and onto the floor as you offer the cord in an extended arm. Rooster gives you a wary look, cautiously reaching for it.

“Are you sure?” He’s hesitant, looking at the object before meeting your eyes,”What if your parents try to call you?” A weak smile fills your face while guilt simultaneously reaches your gut.

“Don’t worry about it.” The answer is so soft, as reassuring as you can be. Hazel eyes are cautious as he picks it from your possession, his fingertips just barely grazing the palm of your hand. You nearly retreat your hand out of surprise, but are carefully hiding the feeling that ran through you when he did so.

“Thanks…” He’s slow to turn to pick up his bag again, only before slowly standing up, the bag still on the ground. You were about to clean up the mess you made while looking for the charger, but his slow actions have caught your focus. Rooster turns again, quickly making eye contact.

Neither of you say anything for a few moments. You watch his eyes as he fully returns to his complete upright stance, the two of you standing like towers. It’s not long after that you are finally deciding to speak.

“Goodnight-”

“I can’t take this.”

The words overlap, which makes your brows furrow. “No, I insist, my phone will be fine for-”

“I’m not talking about the cord, Moon. I mean, I do need it, and will be taking it,” A laugh accompanies his words as he takes a step in front of you, “I’m talking about the…” Rooster struggles to find the words, leaving you to offer a noun to fill in the blank.

“Predicament we’re in?” You finish the sentence for him, seeing the small grin on his face.

“Yeah, that.” He agrees as his hand drops to his side again. Both of you linger in the still once again before he’s disrupting the quiet. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widen at the words and you shake your head, “No, no, I’m the one who should be sorry, and I am. Sorry. That is.” Instinctually, you‘re reaching for his bicep to reassure him, leaving him to reach up and take the hand from his arm. For a moment, you think you’ve done the complete opposite of comforting him, but it’s far from the truth, watching as he gingerly takes it into his own, his fingers wrapping around it with care.

“I’m still sorry. For avoiding you.” Rooster’s gaze drops to your hand, almost avoiding your eyes as he speaks. “It wasn’t because I didn’t forgive you.” You are confused, which you’re sure is written all over your face, but he’s quick to provide an explanation. “I didn’t.. I didn’t want to distract you anymore.”

Every muscle that was tight in you seems to release, as though he’d broken the lock you had attached to them. “Roost…” Your hand is shifting to fit more comfortably in his own so that you can grip onto it in an effort to show more than you would tell.

As he moves his head, his own voice shakes, “If I was unintentionally distracting you the last few weeks, the last thing you needed was a distraction during the uranium mission. I wasn’t going to risk..”

His breath catches, making him take a deep one to steady himself. There’s a tug on your hand as he pulls it to his lips, kissing the knuckles that have a strong grip on his own hand while his eyes close. You close the small bit of space between you both, searching his face for everything you could find. His eyes are still closed, but you spot it, the smallest tear blazing a path down his cheek, over the scars that live there. Carefully, you’re reaching up and wiping it from his skin, witnessing hazel eyes open once again. They’re wet, quickly blinking back the moisture threatening to spill over delicate lashes. Your eyes sting near instantly and you look up at him as your heart nearly breaks all over again.

“I nearly lost you.” It’s your voice that says it and you can tell by the way that he loses his composure, he’s been holding back. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you to his embrace, tight arms around you again.

“I didn’t even know I had you.” His chin buries its way into your shoulder, both of you gripping onto each other, too scared to move, terrified to let go.

The quiet that once held your breath captive now ushers a comforting tranquility for the both of you. A moment to mourn, to completely dissolve your fears, knowing that the danger has passed. For now.

Over time, his grip on you weakens, carefully pulling away to cup your face in his hands. “I can’t leave this room without being honest with you, Moon.” With a desperate need to keep your touch on him, you’re letting your fingers wrap around his wrists, blinking back tears still. As they fall, he’s carefully pushing them off your cheekbones before they can get very far. “I absolutely hated your guts when you walked into the hangar that day.”

“Tread very carefully, Roost.” You warn with an amused smirk, which he’s duplicated on those handsome features of his.

“I wanted nothing to do with you, and I had no plans of distracting you. I tried to keep away from you but the pull you’ve got on me is just too strong.” He’s unmoving, eyes in a stronghold with yours. “Any hate that I had towards you has changed into respect, admiration and adoration instead.”

“You adore me?” A wild smile appears at his admission, leaving him to direct your chin upwards again.

“With every fiber of my being. I love you. I adore you. I need you.” His touch on your chin is light, his thumb brushing over the same spot reassuringly before you float a whisper into the air.

“This is usually where people would kiss.. I mean-” You’re beginning to mock him, his grip on your chin moving to take a hold of your jaw, pulling you closer in one swift movement. His lips are the key to unwinding you in every tense portion of your body. A soft and delicate juxtaposition to the sharp and scratchy feeling of his facial hair as you get comfortable in your stance. You melt as his other hand is gingerly finding a home on your hip, rolling to the small of your back. It’s comfortable there, until he’s using it as leverage to invite you to take a step closer.

Your eyes move from their initial half-hooded state to close completely as he draws nearer towards you. Rooster’s large hand has traveled up from your jaw to cup your cheek, fingers soft over the sensitive skin under your ear. You shift as his fingertips gloss over the spot, which he hones in on, creating even more delicate touches as he glides his tongue over your teeth. The smallest sound leaves you as he starts to make a circle on your skin, an inevitable smirk forming on his already busy lips, making a mess out of it. It’s this that makes you begin to giggle yourself, hands gliding down the back of his head down to the nape of his neck as both of you catch your breath for a moment.

“What are you giggling about, miss thing?” He asks tauntingly, making you open your eyes ever so briefly. They’re near slits as you find his features. You push back some hair floating over his forehead before replying.

“You. You’re just… smirky.” A shrug as Rooster starts to sway the two of you as you stand there.

“Smirky? Is that even a word?” He retorts, happily letting his lips press to your cheek, the hair on his upper lip tickling you.

“Does it really matter?” You whine with no real seriousness toward the matter.

“Not one bit.” In a single swift movement, he’s pulled his hand to guide your jaw back towards his to kidnap your lips in a tender kiss. It’s as though he’s trying to escape with you, pull your senses towards this moment and only this moment. The touch he holds on your jaw is lightening with each lapse of his lips, his hand on the small of your back playing with the hem of your pants, just barely dipping into the fabric. He smells like his Old Spice and something else.. You’re not entirely sure what it is, but in the next deep breath you take, you recognize it. It’s the salt from the California air. It’s trapped into his clothes - his pores, one of the two, and it brings you back to the beaches the two of you had hidden on. It reminds you of the night you realized you were falling for him.

Now, you’re here, in a foreign country with cold air from the AC blowing over your neck as Rooster pulls your hair out of the way, his lips blazing a trail there. He’s tilting your chin out of the way to get better access to the area along your neck, carefully making a delicate trail of red paving stones on your skin. His breath is hot, keeping your body temp up despite the cool chill of the room. Rooster’s hands have dropped to your waist, hands carefully pulling at the hem of your shirt that’s tucked tightly into the waistband of your pants, which makes you stop him, careful hands gripping his wrists when you do.

When he notices your withdrawal, he is distancing himself, looking at you with a worried look. “What’s going on baby?” It’s the softest whisper, and the new name floods through your veins like some sort of drug, making your heart race even harder.

“I nearly lost you once in the last week… I don’t want this to change us to the point that I lose you again, even worse this time.” There’s fear driving your thoughts. With such a close call, you’re not sure what you’d do if you lost him - in any capacity. As a friend, as a coworker: as a lover. A soothing touch comes to you in the form of the back of his hand, gently gliding over your cheek.

“I don’t want to lose you either, Moon.” He’s tapping your chin up to look him in the eye. “Not ever.” His hand slides back to that comfortable spot at the nape of your neck, leaving you to nuzzle into his hand once more.

“Then take me to bed, or lose me forever, Bradley.”

“Show me the way home, honey.”

He slinks to the edge of the bed, hands taking your own and pulling you toward him, legs parting to make room for you. You let your thumb trace over the scars on his skin, eyes meeting his hazel ones. There’s no doubt in them. No hesitancy, nor ingenuity. Sheer awe as you look down at him. His head tilts, keeping his eye contact with you as he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, hands carefully resting on your thighs. The hair prickles at your skin as his lips leave a wet spot, continuing the sensation that his lips bring. Hands have traveled up to your waistband, carefully undoing the belt and following buttons. When they’re loose, thumbs move along the navel of your stomach as they tuck inward, slowly guiding the fabric down your legs.

You watch as his eyes fall to his task, drinking in the sight of your skin as it’s revealed. With the article bunched at your feet, his right hand comes up, following the curve of your calf with his fingers, reaching the back of your knee and carefully guiding you to step out of them. It’s not until you’re pushing the clothing to the side with your feet that he leans forward, a soft-lipped kiss, just below your pantyline, where the top of your thigh meets your hips. Hazel eyes gaze upon yours as his mouth moves along your skin, down, down down…

His hand is once again at the back of your knee, guiding your leg into a bent position over his thigh to the outside of it, mirroring it with your other leg, before hands run up the back of your thighs, directing you into a gentle push down onto his lap. Instinctually, your arms delicately linger on his shoulders, fingers running over the short hairs at the back of his neck. Bradley’s hands are pacing up and down the sides of your thighs while his eyes memorize the contours of your face.

“You know why I call you moon?” He whispers, lips mere inches from yours.

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.” You tease as a hand pulls up to the front of his head, tracing his browline for a moment. His grip on you tightens as you both sit in the quiet.

“The moon causes the waves of the ocean. Revolves around the earth and illuminates it in its darkest time. You are my moon. You make me restless, you surround me in my thoughts and actions. You’re my light when I need you. You’re my best friend, Moon.” The small smirk that was on your features has melted into one of stillness. The words ring like church bells over a town, signaling to everyone that hears it. Solidifies the truth you’re all too aware of now. He’s in love and you’re right here with him.

Hands are restless as they cup his face, pulling you to him again, kisses with such warmth and delicacy as you lean forward. Bradley happily leans back, making room for the two of you on the white comforter below him. Slowly, his hands sneak under your shirt, peeling it off of you, forcing you to break the kiss to get the cotton off of your body. You’re sitting upright in his lap, Bradley’s hands coming to your sides in a look that spells out his entire thought process.

“God…” Fingers sliding over any section he can get to, “you’re stunning…” a shake of his head he’s quickly sitting up to attach his lips to your neck. When he moves you can feel the effect this has had on him, a smirk on your face as his teeth bring your skin into his mouth. A whine slips out of you, a groan in tandem from him. “Sweetheart, I don’t think you know what you’re doin’ to me when you sound like that.” It’s a complaint, but one you’re willing to field. His lips have dropped down to cross over your chest, stopping as he approaches the straps of your bra. Large hands double down on the grip on your waist, slowly pressing you into him, grinding onto his hardened cock, a moan entering the room.

“Who taught you how to moan so pretty, baby?” There’s a lurch in your stomach as his hands roam and his lips move. Finally, you’re able to get a grip on his shirt, a weak effort to pull the cotton off him.

When he finally pulls away for a second, you’re rapidly tugging his shirt from his pants. Bradley lets out a soft chuckle, making you giggle as well, smiling as you lean forward again, lips on his happily. Large hands trail up your back, pushing under the straps of your bra. He doesn’t move them away, simply playing with them for a moment, leaving you to pull away to look at him.

You’re still sitting in his lap, looking down at him laid back against the bed. His hazel eyes meet yours, before a hand reaches up from your shoulder up to your face. “What are you thinking about?” He whispers, the back of his hand running over your cheek.

“I’m thinking about..” you take a shaky breath as he’s shifting his hips under you, feeling his erection fully now, “how stupid we’ve been until now.” Your hand runs down his chest, stopping at his abdomen. “What we could’ve been doing instead of dancing around the truth.” A smirk falls over his features, adjusting his shoulders before speaking.

“Well, I know of something we could be doing right now…” He’s quick to slide his arms around your waist, quickly flipping you under him so that he’s hovered above. “Which includes my lips,” a kiss to your shoulder, another to your collarbone, “in all. the right. Places.” Careful hands sneak under your ribs, following the band of your bra. “I need you to sit up, pretty girl.” It’s a soft whisper, a direction you follow, allowing him to reach behind you and undo the strap of your bra. Pulling it from your shoulders, he’s tossing it to the side, hazel hues fixated on your exposed body. “You’re so fucking pretty, it’s unfair.” Sloppily, his lips begin to pepper wet spots over the tissue of your breasts, a sigh coming out of you as his tongue makes contact with your nipple.

“Baby,” A whine, as he happily begins rolling the bud along his tongue, his other hand kneading and carefully teasing the other. You duck your head down to look at him, seeing that trademark grin as his lower lip just barely caresses your niple.

“Yes, little lady?” The words aren’t even out of his mouth yet as his mouth attaches to the other nipple, similar treatment being given.

“I love you. I do, I’m not just saying that,” His head pops back up to look you in the eye, hand cupping your face, “I’m so sorry I didn’t say it sooner. I just-” He’s cutting off you inevitable ramble, lips on yours in another passionate kiss before pulling away and looking in your eye.

“I have the rest of my life to love you. And you, me. I’m not dwelling on the past, I want to focus on now. This room, with my beautiful girl, safe, sound. And importantly, alone.” A giggle leaves you as he teasingly bites at the skin on your chest, pulling away before his hands rake down along your body, resting on your thighs. “I’ve been thinking about this body ever since the beach.” He mumbles against you, kisses along the outer curve of your hips, “the way your skin shone, the laughs from your gorgeous lips, the tone of your muscles from all the hard work you’ve put in - god, you’re a damn piece of art, darlin’.” A whine comes from you as his lips move lower, making your skin blaze with heat. “What do you need, baby? Tell me, I wanna know.”

“Bradley, touch me, please.” He can’t help the smirk on his face as his hands begin to tug your panties down.

“Atta girl.”

As the fabric comes down he lets his lips follow the trail, agonizingly slow, mustache making your skin shake with the sensation. With no barriers remaining, Bradley’s able to kiss along your navel, moving until his lips are just barely making contact with your lips. His facial hair was driving you up a wall paired with his hot breath. A soft kiss meets your center, making your breath hitch. He’s done with teasing - for now, as he takes a breath before his tongue meets with your body. Every anticipated moment that brought you to this one, simply faded with the way he’s painting your face red as your blood is running through your veins. Bradley is moving carefully, possibly overthinking each stroke of his tongue, but he doesn’t fail to make you grab at the sheets above your head, gasping when his nose meets your clit. It seems as though he’s well aware of this, starting his head side to side, tongue following his slow and tantalizing horizontal movements.

He wins a louder sound out of you when he dips into your opening, even with how quick he is. A chuckle leaves him, making every part of his body that’s touching you vibrate, leaving a blissful sensation in its wake. Bradley has started to pick up the pace, making sure to keep every part of you engaged with his touch, leaving his hand to snake up to rest on your boob. It just rests there, warm, calm…there’s duality behind it. At any moment he could start to stimulate the area, keeping you on edge, while also just holding you. It makes your stomach twist further as he keeps his tongue engaged on you. As you’re getting closer, his free hand is lingering on your hip, putting your body back to the bed when your hips begin to buck.

“B-Bradley,” a whine as you’re struggling to find the words, an attempt to warn him.

He’s right where you want him, and you’re just barely teetering on the edge of release. Yet he doesn’t slow, in fact it’s the opposite, his other hand coming down to brace his forearm over your hip, his palm carefully pressing on your abdomen. A surge of pleasure breaks through you, a cry meeting his action. Your head pops up briefly as you grow closer, eyes meeting with the sight between your legs. Just witnessing him in action makes your toes curl, your head falling back. You’re starting into the crescendo he’s after, feeling your hips and legs beginning to rise from the bed, but he doubles down. Fingers are gripping onto your skin tight, bruising inevitable as he physically holds you down as an orgasm rips through you. Bradley makes sure that there’s no real mess left behind as you linger in your little oasis of pleasure.

As your breathing evens out again, you’re expecting his head to pop back up, but when you open your eyes and look down, he’s still going. “Honey you don’t-”

“Shhh, quiet down.” He mumbles, still heavily honed into his task. You’re about to speak again when a moan comes from you instead as he gets a finger slowly pressed into you.

“Roo-shit” A hand comes up to your forehead, fingers pulling into a fist as facial hair seemingly begins to torture your sensitive skin. “Baby-”

“I said, quiet.” He reminds, making you bite your lip, a low note leaves him. “Good girl.” A shudder runs through you as his tongue rolls over you once again, overworked as a cry leaves you. Bradley is enjoying himself too much to even think about stopping right now, as it takes you begging him for him to finally stop. He sits up on his knees, looking down at you, heavy breaths leaving him as he glosses his eyes over you.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be pretty when you cum, but I seriously misunderestimated.” There’s a glistening on his face, his nose..it’s a beautiful sight to see. Overeager, his lips find yours again, a hum leaving him. “Do you taste yourself? See how good you taste? I can’t- I won’t ever get enough.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Bradley.” You whine, a laugh coming from him when he pulls away, looking you in the eye.

An eyebrow rises teasingly, looking at you as he starts undoing his belt. “Yes, ma’am.” His laughter makes you giggle, leaving both of you laughing and grinning as he’s sliding his bottoms off, kicking them to the edge of the bed.

An arm comes up under you to help shift you up further on the bed, ensuring that there’s a pillow under your head. Your gaze fondly falls over him as you try to wrap your head around how you’d gotten so lucky. You’ve got someone who’s going out of his way for you, caring for you, wanting you this much. You keep him from fussing with it any further,

“Not what I’m worried about, right now.” You offer, seeing his face shift.

“I- but the headboard is all wood I don’t wanna have you hit your pretty little head, sweetheart.” The thought is sweet, but the feeling coursing through you is screaming at him to get on with it. With his lips pressed to yours, he does, one of his arms slips under your bicep, hugging it as he begins to line up to you with his other hand guiding the way. Bradley pulls away to look you in the eye, soft words leaving him. “You can stop me. Any time.” He reassures you, leaving you to set a hand on his shoulder.

“I know. I think there’s a really specific word I can use to let you know.”

“I fuckin’ love you.” He breaks out into a hearty laugh, you following with a grin as his lips press to yours, teeth clashing with yours as you can’t wipe the smiles off of your faces. He’s humming as your lips finally make contact again despite being so close in proximity. Bradley carefully pushes himself into you, pulling his lips away, almost like he’s expecting you to speak. “You good?” It’s him that does instead, waiting for your okay.

“I’m fantastic.” You grin at him, the same smile you’d fallen for weeks ago being shot back at you. His other arm tucks under yours, pulling you close as he begins to rock into you, his hand reaching up and holding the back of your head with such care. Each pivot of his hips drives him further into you, grunts projected into your ear as he’s hiding his face in your neck, little kisses under your ear. Whining as he introduces the movement, his sounds go straight to your core, knowing you’re doing this to him.

Bradley’s taking his time, a soft grinding motion taking a hold, which throws your body into an overwhelmed state, pleasure building and building. Hands continue to mindlessly play with your hair as he begins whispering, “you’re taking me so well, sweet thing. I’m so proud of you.” Your jaw slacks as his bits of encouragement begin to get lost in the feeling flooding your body. “You’re just what I needed.” His pace begins to get a little faster, your bodies moving in a rhythm. He keeps this for a little longer before he pulls away. Your hand that had found the nape of his neck when he was close ends up retreating as he’s on his knees.

He’s slowly pulled himself out as he begins to shift his weight. One knee pops off the bed, hands carefully shifting your leg under his so that he’s straddling your one leg, a careful hand guiding your other up and over his shoulder. As he’s picking it up from the mattress, soft kisses march up the inside of your leg, over your calf, up to your ankle just as he glides into you again.

“You’re so fucking pretty. So fucking gorgeous.” As he starts into another stroke, the new position allows him to reach a spot he’d not been hitting before. So when he rocks deeper a louder sound comes from you, reaching to grab a hold of him wherever you could. God, it’s incredible.

“Oh, did my baby girl like that?” Bradley lets another kiss make a home on your ankle, directing his body to reach your g-spot again, and again.

You’ve never felt so content, so at peace and purely euphoric before now. He’s got a steady pace, which begins to falter as you feel him twitch inside of you. The feeling pushes you closer, his voice ringing out.

“Baby, I’m not long.. In or out.” His voice is strained, his grip on your leg tightening as his thrusts become sloppier. The tone drops lower when he speaks again. “In or out. Please, I’m gonna cum, baby, you-”

He’s hesitating so much, hips stifling as he waits for your response. “In? Does that sound good? Can I come in you, baby? I wanna come in you, please,” You’re too focused on how raw his voice sounds, how tight your core is as he speaks. “Moon.” He’s whining now, desperate for an answer.

“I’m gonna - come with me. In me. In me.” Your nails are digging into the skin on his arm and curses go flying as his body seems to dissolve into itself as he releases into you, your second orgasm soon following. The release makes your entire body vibrate, desperate attempts for air coming in short gasps, a duet of sound coming from the both of you.

Your leg falls from his shoulder as the two of you catch your breath, leaving Bradley to carefully pull out of you. A hand finds your thigh, carefully running across your skin, watching as your chest rises and falls. “My girl did so well.” His voice is low, not wanting to startle you in the quiet. “I’m so proud of you.” The brunette is happily pressing a kiss to your forehead, leaving you to open your eyes finally.

His hair is everywhere, there’s sweat rolling over every muscle you can identify, leaving you to reach up and grip his arm. “Your girl?” You finally speak, your throat sore somewhat.

“If you wanna be.” He’s finding a spot on the mattress next to you, slowly pulling you closer. You are more than eager to get his arms around you. His eyes seem to shine when you look at him, and you grin with ease.

“I’d be stupid not to take you up on that, wouldn’t I?”

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Opening the doors, you’re greeted with a familiar and welcome smell in the air.

Saltwater.

Except this wasn’t San Diego salt water.

The water was the brightest teal blue you’d ever seen, and it went on for miles. The sight of it just makes your heart sing. As you look into the cabana behind you, your heart begins to sing an operetta as you see Bradley sitting up in the massive bed in the middle of the room. “I can’t believe it.” You sigh, turning to make your way to the edge of the bed.

“I can’t believe that you look better than me in that shirt.” He groans, grabbing you by the waist, his Hawaiian shirt flowing at your sides at the movement. You’re dressed for a day on the shores of the Tropics, far away from the stress and inconveniences of the real world. A laugh leaves you as he’s guiding you to his lap, tickling you and leaving a giggle ringing out into the ocean air.

“I’m serious! I can’t believe you and Maverick stole and flew a piece of shit and landed it with no landing gear.” You look up at him and he seems deep in contemplation before his eyes meet yours again.

“To be fair… it was his idea. I just had this stunning woman waiting for me and I couldn’t possibly let her down.” A roll of your eyes, you watch him with a grin on your face. “So…””

“So…” You match his statement, looking up from your position with your head in his lap. An all too familiar smirk on his features as he thinks up the response.

“What do you have going on for the next two months?” A squeal leaves you when his arms are around your middle again, pulling you into the best vacation you’ve ever had.

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stardust-jake · 1 year

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Pairing: Josh x Reader

Summary: You’re missing Josh while he’s away on tour, little do you know he has a surprise in store…

Warnings: some kissing and MAJOR fluff

Word Count: 959

A/N: hopefully this fluff is fluffy enough and isn’t terrible lmao. I’m trying my best at this whole writing fics thing lol

As you sat in your home, hearing the soft pelting of the rain on the windows, nuzzled into a book, you couldn’t help but think about Josh.

Your lover, best friend since second grade, the person you turn to in moments of need. Your everything.

You had lit his favorite candle and wore his favorite shirt (which he left on purpose just for you, but he would never let you know that. As far as you were concerned, it was an accident) to help you overcome your feelings of longing for him. It wasn’t helping much, of course, but it brought you a sense of comfort that you could only find in him.

You began thinking back on your relationship, thinking about all of the memories you had made with him by your side. Your current favorite being the time you spent together in the days just before he left.

“Babeeeee can’t we just stay in today? We can cuddle and watch movies and-”

“No Josh, we desperately need groceries and some fresh air would do you good. C’mon, get up lazy boy.”

He grunted at you, rolling over and shoving his face in the pillows.

“Pleaseeee”

“No! Get up, put some pants on, and get in the car. I’ll be waiting” you responded, a smile adorning your face.

Slowly but surely, he came trudging down the front steps of your shared home, looking slightly disgruntled and wearing his usual outfit - a white shirt and khaki colored pants.

He got in the car, nearly slamming the door as he shut it, and looked over at you. His nose was scrunched and he had a frown on his face.

“You know I love you, right? It’s just, you’re about to leave for tour and I wanna spend all the time I can with you before I give you away to the road for god knows how long” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“I know, I know. I love you too” He responded, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You pulled out of the driveway, one of his hands on your thigh as he looked out of the window, humming along to whatever song came on the radio.

You were pulled out of your daydream when you heard a knock on the door. Checking the time on your phone, you noticed it was 11:32 PM.

“Hmm that’s strange” you whispered to yourself as you marked your spot in your book and threw your blanket off, getting up to get the door.

You were a bit apprehensive, as you weren’t expecting any visitors. It wasn't unusual for you guys to get random visitors, with Josh being the social butterfly that he is. But it was unusual to get one so late at night.

The stranger knocked again, startling you out of your thoughts once more.

You walked up to the door, looking through the peephole. That’s when you saw that curly mop of brown hair, rather soaked from being out in the rain, and your heart dropped.

You fumbled with the lock, too excited to move slowly.

You all but threw the door open, being met with your favorite pair of brown eyes.

“Hey, baby” Josh said, with a smirk on his face.

All you could do was stare back at him with a wide smile, too in shock to react. You weren’t expecting him home for another week.

“Hey, I know you’re like, really excited, but it’s pouring down rain and freezing out here so if you could just - oof”

He was cut off by you jumping into his arms, giggling with excitement.

“What are you doing?! You weren’t supposed to be home for another week!” You said, your words finally catching up to you.

“I know, but we had a few days off so I figured I would come home for a bit and surprise you” He responded.

“I missed you so much” you told him, slight tears in your eyes.

“I missed you too, my love” he said, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s go inside, it’s freezing and I want cuddles” He added, sprinting into the house and dragging you in behind him.

“Babe, slow down” you said, giggling to the point where you almost couldn’t get the words out.

He stopped, looking back at you with a questioning look on his face.

“What? Why? We’re almost to the bedroom, c’mon.”

You stepped forward, pulling him into a warm embrace.

He wrapped his arms around you, setting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m so glad you’re home. It doesn’t feel right being here without you, Josh.”

“I know. It’s hard being on the road knowing you’re all by yourself. Ya know, everyone says our shows feel like home and that we probably feel like we’re at home too when we’re on stage, but that’s just not true. You are my home, sweet girl. I love you.” He said, now looking into your eyes.

“I love you too, Josh” you replied, giving him a soft kiss.

“Now let’s go cuddle, you’re shivering like a chihuahua.” you said, walking away and smirking at him.

“It’s your fault! You stopped me in the middle of the hallway to get all sappy!” he said in the midst of changing his rain soaked clothes.

“Oh, so it’s my fault that I love you?” you laughed.

“I did not say that” he said, holding both of his hands up in defense while giving you his signature smile.

“Yeah, yeah, just get in the bed, loser.”

You both laid down and cuddled up to each other under the covers, both of you finally falling asleep with ease in what felt like an eternity.

fin.

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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i am cramping and i request some fluff for quinn pleaseeee. maybe something sweet about going on break with him or moving in together or him finally letting his guard down

please and thank you lulu ♥️🥰

You were genuinely under the impression that Quinn would be vancouvers last man in and so your week would be spent in Florida.

Then he wasn’t voted in and instead surprised you by announcing you would be spending the week in the Bahamas.

“This is nice” you mumble, head on his chest looking out of your hotel window at the sunrise.

His hand finds it’s way to your hair “It’s perfect. Just me, my girl and the sun”

“What’s the plan today?” You question, head turning to look up at him.

“I’m down for whatever as long as you’re by my side” Quinn’s thumb is running along your cheek “and as long as you’re wearing that new bathing suit” he smirks

You slap his chest playfully “Quintin!”

“What? My girlfriend is sexy… do you blame me?”

By sunset you two were lay on a gazebo staring out at the ocean

“I’m real happy to be here with you, my love”

“Me too quinny… it’s nice to see you happy for once”

“I’m always happy when you’re around”

#quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #nhl imagine

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eddiesbigolepp · 2 years

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let me help you

synopsis: cheerleading practice was taking a toll on you, and when eddie picks you up he notices how spent you are.

pairing: eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, crude language, swearing, touchy eddie, perv!eddie, unprotected sex

word count: 3484

a/n: this reminds me of like bring it on where the boy cheerleaders help the girl cheerleaders stretch and they’re madddd close

the groan you let out when you finally make it to eddie’s van is loud. and the slam of the door rattled the car, pulling him out of his jam session. he looks over at you, turning the music down with a sympathetic smile. he places his hand on your thigh, “everything alright, sweetheart?” he questions rubbing circles into your knee.

“just tired, and my legs are killing me,” you mumble turning in your seat to face him better. you get comfortable, almost as if your laying on the seat. “can we just… go to your place?” you ask looking over at him.

“yeah, yeah for sure.” he answers, squeezing your thigh once more before pulling his hand away to put the van into drive. he drives cautiously, scared that every bump will make your legs hurt that much more. the music is kept quiet and he can see you from the corner of your eye looking at him.

“what is it? you like my face or something, honey?” he laughs, his eyes flashing over at you quickly as he takes his turn.

“i’ve just never seen you drive like this. you’re so concentrated.” you giggle, “i won’t break if you go over twenty-five miles per hour.” you joke and smile up at him.

“you will,” he frowns looking over at you and squeezing your thigh one more time, “now sit tight were almost there,” he smiles turning the corner onto the long street that leads to the trailer park.

the moment he puts the van in park in front if his trailer you open the door and step out to stretch. he watches you from his seat and sighs. “is there anything i can do to help?” he asks as he pulls the keys out of the ignition.

“let me borrow some clothes so i can shower?” you ask turning your torso to face him with a big smile. “pleaseeee,” you add batting your lashes as he hops out and walks around to your door.

“come on, lets go get you a towel,” he smiles grabbing your bags and leading the way. your face is all smiles until you start walking and he notices quickly. “i’ll go turn the water on, you pick whatever shirt you want, and i think i might have some of your underwear somewhere,” he says muttering the last part and scratching his neck.

you slap his arm and laugh, waiting for him to unlock the door so you can finally try and relax. he walks inside, holding the door open for you. you beeline straight to his room to look for a shirt. you rummage through his drawers looking for a specific one before standing up and looking around the room.

your eyes freeze on the wall behind his bed. the ‘normal’ stuff is on there, posters, pictures, the handcuffs. but something black is hanging next to the cuffs.

you walk over, and eventually crawl your way over. you pull the piece of fabric off the nail in the wall and hold it up. your face goes bright red as he walks through the door to check up on you.

he had your panties hanging on the wall, like a damn trophy. “heheh.. i thought they were cute,” he chuckles grabbing them to try and hide them.

“i lost those like three weeks ago! you can’t just take them because you think they’re cute,” you frown and he comes over to press his hand to your face.

“but theyre so cute and they’re your only black ones its only right that they stay here.” he jokes holding them up with his finger.

“but i think theyre cute, thats why i bought them,” you answer trying to snatch them back. he pulls his hand away and heads to his drawer. he grabs the metallica shirt you were looking for and another pair of your underwear, pink ones and smiles.

“theres a towel in the bathroom and the water is hot so go shower and stop running up my water bill,” he laughs turning your body around and pushing you out the door. “i’ll be in here when you’re done.” he smiles flopping onto the bed, not before hanging up his trophy again.

you shower quickly, it was mainly you standing under the hot stream of water trying to warm up your muscles hut it was no use. once you stepped out you felt worse than before.

he noticed once you walked through the door. usually you’d bring your uniform neatly folded and would place it in your gym bag. but it was all crumpled in your hand and you tossed it on your bag and went straight to the bed.

“didnt help, huh?” he says opening his arm for you to lay on his chest.

“not at all, coach is driving me crazy with all these drills, we need to focus in technique not stamina, he’s too worried about what his wife is making for dinner to realize that.” you complain and nestle into his neck.

“let me help you doll,” he says and you shake your head. “come on don’t t be like that, this isn’t something your can sleep off.” he says again and you sigh.

“i don’t know how you could help though,” you frown up at him.

“i mean, doesn’t stretching help with soreness. heard that in health class once.” he says, looking down at you. when you look up at him he swears he can feel your pain through your eyes.

“thats not a bad idea..” you mumble and you sit up. “come here,” you say pointing in front of you.

“okay what do i do?” he questions crawling to that spot and sitting on his knees.

“im gonna do a spilt on the bed, just push my back down, okay?” you explain and he nods with a smile. when you spread your legs and push your body flush with the bed his shirt rides up and he can see your pretty pink panties. he sighs, knowing he shouldn’t be thinking like that when you’re in so much pain but its such a great view.

“push harder i cant even feel it eddie,” you say, muffled voice pulling him out of his daze and he pushes down a little more.

“sorry, princess. this better?” he says, consistently pushing down on your shoulder blades.

“mhmmm,” you mumble, followed by groan as you feel the strain in your thighs. “okok, lets do a different stretch.” you say sitting up and moving him over to the side. you lay down in your back and stretch a little, pushing your hands up toward the wall and he watched you, curiously and patiently. he also watches how your shirt rides up a little showing your panties again.

“okay, im going to lift my leg and your going to put it on your shoulder and push it down toward my chest, got it?” you explain again, and he nods, swallowing slowly as you lift your leg in the air. he slots himself between your legs and leans over, using his body weight to help you stretch out.

“well hello there,” he chuckles at your proximity and you turn your face away, blush dusting your cheeks. “what? you act like we’ve never been in this position anymore.” he chuckles grabbing your face and turning it back. “is it helping?” he questions.

“yes a little, i think we’d have to do this for a while for it to help,” you sigh.

“i can help you stretch everyday babe, my new pastime, forget hellfire club,” he jokes and you roll your eyes at him.

“switch legs, baby” you mumble. as he pushes off of you, you let your leg fall down his chest slowly to his thigh and you can see his face heat up quickly before he lifts your left leg over his shoulder and leans down again.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, doll face.” he grumbles into your ear and nips at it after.

“eddie stop it,” you whine as he starts kissing your neck.

“what? im just taking my payment in advance,” he chuckles kissing your neck again. hes pushing your leg deeper and you can feel the contours of his crotch against yours. you can feel yourself flutter against him as he presses open mouthed kisses again your throat.

“okay, okay, eddie,” you start, but you’re cut off by your own groan. “eddie lets switch stretches, im gonna cramp up,” you make up some lame excuse and pull his face away by his hair. his hips jut forward quickly when he feels the sting and he pulls back slightly.

“alright alright were switching,” he says before smirking darkly and licking a stripe up your throat and pushing himself off of your body with a wink.

you’re frozen for a second, eyes closed but you know he’s looking you up and down, with your leg still rested on his shoulder you sigh and shove him back with your foot playfully.

“i’ve told you before violence is never the answer.” he says, faking a pained voice. “now whats the next stretch, babe?”

“don’t make this one weird, munson. were gonna do the same thing but with both legs…” you mumble, knowing that this might lead to something else. but who’s to say it won’t be a good time?

“i can’t make any promises, sweetheart,” he smirks pulling both your legs up onto his shoulders and looking down quickly. “definitely not with this view.”

“you dog!” you laugh grabbing a pillow from his bed a throwing it at him.

“hey! what am i meant to do when you tell me to get in this position, with your pretty little panties and in my shirt?” he says, trying to dodge the pillow to no avail.

“i don’t know help me feel better instead of thinking so dirty!” you giggle and pull him down by his face. “come here already,” you mumble pushing your hand through his hair and kissing his lips quickly. he leans in and reciprocates, already enamored by the situation.

“i love how bendy you are,” he mumbles, leaning back into kiss you.

“is that my one redeeming quality?” you quip holding his face back with your hands.

“among other things, yes. now let me kiss you,” he whines and pushes his face through your hands and presses your lips together.

“take off. your shirt, babe.” you mumble kisses interrupting your sentence.

“i thought you told me not to make it weird?” he smirks.

“i changed my mind,” you say bluntly. “what do you need help or something?” you say pushing him back and taking you legs off of his shoulders.

“i mean, if you’d be so kind.” he chuckles sitting back on his heels. you roll your eyes and and readjust yourself onto your knees and push his shirt up his torso and off his chest.

“have to do everything myself,” you mumble jokingly and roll your eyes. “im broken don’t you know?”

“im sorry, princess. let me help you then,” he grins darkly pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you sweetly. he lays you back down before unbuckling his belt and slipping it out of the loops.

you stare up at him, legs pressing up against each other as you watch him toss the belt behind him haphazardly and crawl over you. “here lets get this off of you,” he says tugging on shirt. he manages to wiggle you out of it and the smile that grows on his face its blinding.

“my girls!” he exclaims, leaning down to kiss your breasts and lays himself on them. “i think were done here,” he mumbles into your chest, ending his sentence with a peck.

“you were supposed to be helping me with my sore legs,” you frown bringing your hands up to comb through his hair.

“have to do everything myself,” he mumbles, mocking you with a laugh.

“you jerk!” you laugh back pushing him off of your body and starting to get up to look for your shirt.

he sits himself at the edge of the bed and turns you around to face him. your stood between his legs and he’s looking up at you sweetly. “don’t leave, i’ve still got to stretch you out,” he chuckles watching your face go bright pink at his analogy. he snaps the band of your panties against your hip. you squeal slightly and roll your eyes.

“whatever eddie,” you mumble and straddle his lap. “are you gonna stretch me out or what?”

“wow, sweet little cheerleader just wants her word rocked…” he trails off leaning back onto his hands, “its a good thing you’ve got someone who can help you out.” he smiles, laying back onto his elbows and admiring you. you watch his eyes trail down from your face, to your chest for a while, then your panty covered core. his eyes on you makes you squirm in his lap, and he feels you through his jeans.

you lean forward to kiss him and he lays back completely, one hand on your back, the other slowly creeping down to your ass. you giggle into the kiss and put your hands in his hair. “you know this is just like a butterfly stretch,” you mumble pulling back for a sec.

“is that what your thinking about at a time like this?” he questions and watches you laugh up a storm.

“maybe if you took your pants off,” you say pulling at the waistband of his pants with a cheeky smile.

“you’re such a sweet talker, you know that?” he says bring his hand up to stroke your face quickly. “help me out?” he questions, and you lift your body up to hover above his as he unbuttons his jeans and shives them down quickly.

“i want my world rocked? you’re the one walking around town with no boxers on.” you giggle looking down between your bodies. hes hard, super hard, already leaking and his tip is redder than your face.

“its laundry day!” he defends himself.

“yeah you’re such a good job doing your laundry right now,” you mumble, sitting straight into his member and smiling at him mischievously.

“the death of me, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans, kissing you harder than before and using his hands to press you against his chest firmly. you grind down on him, trying to get a rise out of him but he knows what he’s going to do to you.

“sit up,” he says and you follow directions quickly. he admires you for a moment, even if you wriggle in his lap to get a reaction out of him. he just holds your hips in his hands and rubs circles into them. “you’re gorgeous, truly.” he mumbles pushing himself up so he’s sitting with his chest flush against yours.

“too bad i’m gonna wreck you tonight.” he smirks lifting you off his lap and standing up in one fell swoop. he turns and lays you on the bed and spreads your legs wide. “you’re gonna be sore everywhere after this.” he chuckles darkly before peeling your panties off with his teeth.

the moan you let out is whiny and so high pitched and it makes his cock jump in excitement. he presses the soaked panties into his nose and watches you turn dark red, almost purple at the sight. “no need to be embarrassed sweetheart, just enjoying your sweet, sweet, smell.” he teases throwing the panties into his top drawer before focusing back on your cunt.

“missed this little thing,” he mumbles kissing around your core before diving in. he’s quick with his work, already lapping at the bundle of nerves that has your leg already shaking. and you cant handle it. him helping you stretch was like the ultimate tease.

you thought about having him help you stretch at practice, and having to wait a whole two hours until you could touch each other again. you groan when he starts using his fingers and reach for his hair. you were practically ready to explode over his face but he pulled away, already reading your tell take signs.

“you suck! why’d you do that?” you whine sitting up onto your elbows with a pout on your face.

“because,” he starts, pausing to lick his fingers and waive his face, “im supposed to be helping you stretch, remember?” he jokes pushing your body off the edge of the bed and lifting your right leg up and over his shoulder again.

he leans in to kiss you and you can feel his member prod at your entrance and he shudders. “gotta get in there,” he mumbles to himself and looks at you for confirmation. even when he was desperate he’d ask permission, sweet boy.

“come on, eddie, please hurry up im gonna die if you don’t stretch me out!” you exclaim, using your left leg to push his hips in closer.

“fuck-” he grunts feeling his cock rub between the folds of your core before using his hand to quickly stuff himself inside of you. “so warm, so goddamn tight-” he grumbles starting to pump him manhood inside.

the slow pace he started with started to escalate quickly and before you know it, he was jackhammering into you, desperate to get some relief after being egged on for so long.

“god eddie, you’re so-” you start to speak but you’re cut off by your own moan, the spongy part inside of you being abused. he smirks into your jaw, proud he found your sweet spot on such short notice. he starts to kiss and suck on your neck again, focused on leaving you a reminder for the morning.

“tell me what you want, princess.” he mumbles kissing the soot behind your ear. “come on, doll. moan into my ear and tell me what you need.” he says, pounding into you harder at the end of his sentence.

“ahh, i want you to- oh my god!” you cry out reaching above your head to grab at the sheets.

“no god, just me honey,” he chuckles.

“rub my clit, please eddie, rub my clit, you do it so good. pleasepleaseplease!” you beg, using your free hand to tug at his hair.

“as you wish,” he smiles, pulling his head back to kiss your lips and he reaches his hand down to rub against your bud. you moan right into his face and it makes him grunt and thrust harder. “come on, baby, cum on my cock, i know you want to.” he says grinding into you like it was his job.

“im gonn- im gonna cum for you,” you mutter grinding back onto his hand and his member for dear life.

“someones cockdrunk, i’ve corrupted you. my sweet little cheerleader girlfriend is crying on my cock.” he chuckles, thrusts getting wilder and more random as he starts to feel his climax come close. the moment you squeeze him in a vice grip, he’s coming undone.

“eddie- im cummi- so hard! im cummin-” you whine out in a broken sentence as he ruts into you.

“god i fucking love you,” he says with a final thrust that explodes out of him. he pulls out quickly letting his cum paint your stomach in long streaks.

you’re laid out on his bed, covered in his cum, eyes closed, mouth open panting, leg still hanging onto his shoulder, and hands still gripping the sheets for dear life. he looks down at your core, fluttering around nothing. and theres only one thing running through his head.

“i love you,” he smiles and watched your eyes open and face flush immediately. his smile widened and he leaved down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“i love you too, eddie. always.” you giggle holding his face in your hands. “maybe i’d love you a little kore if you cleaned me off so we can sleep.” you joke rubbing your thumb on his cheek.

“right!” he says shooting up and walking out the door, “be right back!” he calls out to you. you can hear him grab a couple things on his way back. “towels, water, and a snack!” he smiles walking back over to wipe you off.

“there, lets get you some clothes yeah?” he asks quietly.

“no, just come here.” you mumble pulling him onto the bed and rolling him onto hid back so you can lay on him. you pull the flat sheet over your bodies and sigh.

“still sore, huh?” he laughs quietly, rubbing your back slowly.

“yeah,” you frown and look up at him, “i guess you kept your word.” you joke and roll your eyes.

“id never lie to you, doll face,” he says pressing a kiss to your lips, “now sleep, i don’t know how you’re still functioning tight now,”

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